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SCP-6844-D SCP-6844 As of March, 3rd of 2001 this document is deprecated. Item #: SCP-6844 Special Containment Procedures: All publicly accessible areas currently affected by SCP-6844 are to be closed under Cover Story 43.1 Foundation web crawlers will continually monitor popular media outlets and social media websites for any mention of events surrounding SCP-6844. If discovered, these mentions are to be removed, with all exposed individuals being amnestized per standard protocol. Due to SCP-6844's expanding growth, Foundation personnel have determined any containment procedures concerning the anomaly to be ineffective. Methods of future containment have become a top research priority. Description: SCP-6844 is an anomalous phenomenon which only occurs within a circular2 area of Felli, Greece in which combustion, and by extension heat transfer used for food preparation by humans is not possible. SCP-6844 manifests in the form of chemical combustion being impossible to be achieved, and any form of ignition device fails to start. Other forms of generating heat such as heaters, ovens, and hair straighteners continue to work until used for food preparation, in which they experience an inexplicable mechanical failure. Distinct connections have been found between SCP-6844, and the Noosphere.3 This relation further revealed that SCP-6844 was the result of unearthed archeological artifacts detailing a story of the fire given to mankind by Prometheus, which was later given back to Greek gods for the forgiveness of his crimes. Discovery: SCP-6844 was discovered on June 12, 2000, in Felli when reports of inability to start fires surfaced. Subsequent interviews and investigations revealed that prior to SCP-6844 that several artifacts had been uncovered and translation revealed new findings of Greek mythology. Due to the nature of SCP-6844 and the size of Felli, it was determined that the most effective solution was to evacuate all inhabitants under Cover Story 32.4 To: Alexander Irvis From: Alexis Keevs Subject: SCP-6844 Containment I want to preface this email with something that we both know. One, the current measures containing SCP-6844 are not practical by any means considering its constant growth and the fact that it is rapidly nearing a populated area. Take into consideration that Felli is part of the Grevena municipality and the last census put the population around 9,345. Evacuating 200 people, while possible, is impractical in the long term. Especially if we have to evacuate 9000 or more people. You can bullshit the explanation for this anomaly to some campers easily but you can't explain why Yannis Papadopoulos's oven constantly and inexplicably bricks every time they try to cook a steak. From prior testing and what we found out during the discovery. SCP-6844 is related to the manifestation of a changed common understanding of mythology in Felli, which is possibly something related to Noosphere and human cognition and well… From prior testing and what we found out during discovery, SCP-6844 is a noosphoric nucleation related to a manipulated understanding of Greek Mythology in Felli. This means is that this particular facet in the Noosphere used to be meta-stable and now it is rocketing down very fast to try to reach a stable point that makes it easy to manipulate. Attached to this email is a project file, please take a look at it and tell me your thoughts. ATTACHMENT: HESTIA.PDF hide ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED PROJECT PROPOSAL: HESTIA Currently, the main theory behind SCP-6844 growth is that it is related to a concept within the Noosphere of how Prometheus eventually escaped and took fire back from Mankind. Most people would think this would be upfront and easily dealt with; just go in and take it back! But that is as practical as going into your ordinary picture book and stealing something from that character — Yes, I know about Pataphysics Division. But just try to get the metaphor. Now, all of this is still real of course; it’s having huge influence over reality right now, and it was born from a story influencing a meta-stable facet of the Noosphere, and that is our ticket to fixing this. If a few fragments caused this shift, imagine what a concentrated effort by an organization with our resources could do. Considering the factors at play here, I'm proposing that we manufacture numerous art pieces in the likeness of Ancient Greek art, detailing stories of how fire inherently belonged to mankind and was given to them by Hestia, and that the initial story of Prometheus giving fire to mankind was prompted by Zeus stealing fire from them. We will disseminate these pieces around Greece, either as new discoveries or as pre-existing pieces in museums. This combined with amnestic and controlling the narrative through social media and popular new sites can effectively change the public perception of Greek mythology, and with further reinforcement can not only change this specific facet in the Noosphere but make it meta-stable. false Item #: SCP-6844 Special Containment Procedures: Show Old Revision Hide Old Revision All publicly accessible areas currently affected by SCP-6844 are to be closed under Cover Story 43.5 Foundation web crawlers will continually monitor popular media outlets and social media websites for any mention of events surrounding SCP-6844. If discovered, these mentions are to be removed, with all exposed individuals being amnestized per standard protocol. Due to SCP-6844's expanding growth, Foundation personnel have determined any containment procedures concerning the anomaly to be ineffective. Methods of future containment have become a top research priority. Foundation webcrawlers will continually monitor popular media outlets and social media websites located within Greece for news of new archeological discoveries and are to be screened by Foundation personnel as soon as possible. If it is discovered that the new archeological artifacts threaten the meta-stability of SCP-6844, they are to be destroyed and any involved civilians to be administered amnestic. Furthermore, the current status of Greek mythology and its common perception must be routinely reinforced to prevent a noosphoric nucleation. Description: Show Old Revision Hide Old Revision SCP-6844 is an anomalous phenomenon which only occurs within a circular6 area of Felli, Greece in which combustion, and by extension heat transfer used for food preparation by humans is not possible. SCP-6844 manifests in the form of chemical combustion being impossible to be achieved, and any form of ignition device fails to start. Other forms of generating heat such as heaters, ovens, and hair straighteners continue to work until used for food preparation, in which they experience an inexplicable mechanical failure. Distinct connections have been found between SCP-6844, and the Noosphere.7 This relation further revealed that SCP-6844 was the result of unearthed archeological artifacts detailing a story of the fire given to mankind by Prometheus, which was later given back to Greek gods for the forgiveness of his crimes. SCP-6844 is a meta-stable facet within the Noosphere located within Greece. This particular facet deals with the concept of fire and cooking. Prior to Foundation involvement, this facet was not truly stable and could easily be influenced into a new stable state leading to the prior discovery by the Foundation. Currently, SCP-6844 is meta-stable and this is reinforced by its containment procedures. Discovery: Show Old Revision Hide Old Revision SCP-6844 was discovered on June 12, 2000, in Felli when reports of inability to start fires surfaced. Subsequent interviews and investigations revealed that prior to SCP-6844 that several artifacts had been uncovered and translation revealed new findings of Greek Mythology. Due to the nature of SCP-6844 and the size of Felli, it was determined that the most effective solution was to evacuate all inhabitants under Cover Story 32.8 SCP-6844 was discovered on June 12, 2000, following the original manifestation of SCP-6844 within Felli when reports of the inability to start fires surfaced. Addendum: Following the implementation of project 'Hestia', several manufactured artifacts were disseminated across Greece, and sent towards: Historians, to decipher the artifacts and re-construct the myth; New outlets, to spread the discovery of the artifacts and new myth; Private collectors, to generate interest and demand in the new artifacts; Museums, to replace old contradictory artifacts. Following this along with efforts to influence social media and news sites, the new myth had entered the Noosphere and giving SCP-6844 a new meta-stable state. Following this, SCP-6844 was classified as "Euclid" to reflect its new containment protocols. Footnotes 1. Hazardous Conditions 2. Current estimations put their size at 1.05 kilometers and growing at 3 m2 per hour 3. The realm of human thought, also known as the collective unconscious 4. Emergency Evacuation 5. Hazardous Conditions 6. Current estimations put their size at 1.05 kilometers and growing at 3 m2 per hour 7. The realm of human thought, also known as the collective unconscious 8. Emergency Evacuation ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6844" by MomBun, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6844. Licensed under CC-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-6845. Item #: SCP-6845 Security Clearance: Level 4 (Secret) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6845 is contained at its location of discovery, Area-6845. No other containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-6845 is a forested field 0.6km in diameter, encompassed by a fence of cobblestone pillars and cast iron roughly 1.2m in height. The gate, 2.6m in height, features elaborate metal designs; it is labelled as '[OBSCURED]1 County Youth Cemetery'. A large, ornate lock is present at the centre of the gate; to date, no key has been found, nor have any records of the cemetery's construction. Engraved on the lock is the phrase: "For those taken too soon: may you find happiness, wherever you may be." There is a noticeable lack of gravestones within SCP-6845. Instead, numerous human corpses2 are scattered through SCP-6845's interior bounds, all displaying signs of heavy charring and/or severe burning. Every instance noted appears to have been running, crawling, or otherwise attempting to leave SCP-6845 at time of death, with instances closer to exiting having much more fully-formed bodily structures. Instances discovered near SCP-6845-1 are little more than bone fragments encased in cucurbitaceous plant matter in a facsimile of a human form, whereas instances nearing the bounds of SCP-6845 have evidence of muscle mass, skin, hair, and organs. All corpses are anomalously resistant to almost all forms of damage but can be destroyed via incineration. By virtue of this property, complete dental records have been recovered from several instances that were found in comparatively good condition, all of which match those of children who were noted to have disappeared, been murdered, or otherwise died unexpectedly in non-anomalous circumstances. Several rusted devices bearing remarkable similarity to standard-issue Foundation incendiary weaponry have been found throughout SCP-6845. They do not appear to be subject to the anomalous properties that affect the corpses within SCP-6845. SCP-6845-1 is a stone mausoleum located at the centre of SCP-6845. Vegetation is noticeably thicker in its immediate surroundings and is accompanied by a high density of various species of pumpkins, many unidentified. SCP-6845-1 is extremely resistant to all forms of damage; no known method of penetrating or otherwise entering SCP-6845-1 has been found. The door to SCP-6845-1 is constructed of a thick layer of dark stone. A large lock, similar in design to the one found on SCP-6845's gate, is visible at the centre. Above the door, an inscription in elaborate script reading "Come back to us" has been scratched out. A small placard is welded to the lock, which reads "Department of Abnormalities." The door is warm to the touch, and muffled sounds of crackling and screaming can be heard from behind it. Footnotes 1. This metal used to create this word has rusted away. 2. Structural analysis has determined that every corpse belongs to a child between the ages of 6 and 13. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6845" by TheAlienBaby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6845. Licensed under CC-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: Dark_Forest.jpg Name: A dark forest Author: Richard Webb License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Geograph
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Item#: SCP-6846 Level2 Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-6846 in its containment chamber. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6846 is currently assigned to Mobile Task Force Phi-7 "Snake Charmers". Each member of MTF Phi-7 must be equipped with SCRAMBLE visors to protect from SCP-6846's cognitohazardous effects. When not on active duty, SCP-6846 is housed in an augmented Class III Bio-Containment unit at Site-99. Surveillance or photography equipment is not permitted within SCP-6846's cell. Three (3) personnel with 20/200 vision or less are to be assigned as caretakers for SCP-6846. SCP-6846's cell is furnished with reading material and a television for entertainment; other amenities may be provided as a reward for good behavior. Under no circumstances is SCP-6846 to be given internet access while off-duty. Description: SCP-6846 is an Egyptian cobra (Naja haje) measuring 8 meters in length, and 2 meters in height when fully erect. Despite its abnormal size, SCP-6846 is visually identical to a non-anomalous cobra. The eyes of SCP-6846 are a known cognitohazard. When a subject looks directly or indirectly at the eyes of SCP-6846, all life functions of the subject will immediately cease. SCP-6846 possesses a sapient level of intelligence, approximately equivalent to a 10 year old human child. Though the entity is unable to speak, it is capable of understanding human language, and communicate through typed words. The entity has repeatedly expressed a desire to “make friends”, a motivation utilized by the Foundation for the Integration Program. In order to maintain the illusion that Foundation personnel are its “friends”, all personnel involved with SCP-6846 are to maintain an amicable demeanor towards the entity. MTF Phi-7 has been commissioned to integrate SCP-6846 into a position as an agent at the Foundation. Further information detailing Phi-7 operations can be found in the following addenda. Addendum 6846.1: Discovery SCP-6846 was discovered following the death of Researcher Lowe on 2024/██/██. His body was found in his office at 1:47 AM CST, with the cause of death determined to be sudden cessation of all life functions. Prior to his death, Lowe had an instant messaging application opened on his personal computer, with the following text messages on screen: TLowe173: Hello! bslsk05: hiiiii :3 bslsk05: wanna be friends? It is now known that the instant message conversation was with SCP-6846, with the emoticon “:3” being a lethal cognitohazard.1 The address of the sender was located to be in the Sahara Desert, from where SCP-6846 was discovered and captured. Addendum 6846.2: Interview with SCP-6846 Interviewed: SCP-6846 Interviewer: Dr. Aria Watson, Level 3 Senior Researcher Foreword: After SCP-6846’s initial containment, Dr. Watson was instructed to interview SCP-6846 to determine its intelligence and potential motives. She was equipped with a SCRAMBLE visor to negate the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-6846. As SCP-6846 is incapable of speech, it was provided with a Foundation-issue laptop to type on for the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Watson: Hello, SCP-6846. SCP-6846: hii :3 Dr. Watson: If you have a name, please state it for the record. SCP-6846: i dont SCP-6846: wanna be friends? Dr. Watson: Unfortunately, it is beyond my capablities to be your, er, friend. I am, however, in charge of taking care of you, so you can trust me. SCP-6846: yay :D SCP-6846: i lovee making new friends! <3 Dr. Watson: That’s nice. Now tell me, what was your motivation for killing Researcher Lowe? SCP-6846: who’s that :0 SCP-6846: i didnt kil anyone Dr. Watson: (inaudible whispers) Alright. SCP-6846, what would you enjoy doing during your containment here? SCP-6846: idk lol, just meet some ppl ig SCP-6846: for me its hard to make friends :( SCP-6846: cuz they keep dying SCP-6846: ur a good friend btw! :3 Dr. Watson: Would you be open to making some friends here at the site? SCP-6846: YAY :D SCP-6846: i mean yes :) Dr. Watson: Well in that case, SCP-6846, welcome to the Foundation. [END LOG] Addendum 6846.3: Integration of SCP-6846 SCP-6846 has been approved for the Foundation Integration Program due to its amicable and innocent nature. As SCP-6846 has a strong desire to befriend others it meets online, despite the entity unknowingly causing said others’ deaths, SCP-6846 has been selected for assassination missions with MTF Phi-7. The following is a transcript of one such assassination: RsGzaleski: Agent. Did you successfully recover the intel on [DATA EXPUNGED]? bslsk05: :3 SCP-6846’s skills have proven to be highly useful, and as such the entity has been permanently assigned to MTF Phi-7. Footnotes 1. Due to the depiction of the entity's eyes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6846" by ubergoober, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6846. Licensed under CC-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: basilisk.png License: CC BY-SA 4.0 This image is adapted from: Name: Ouraeus Snake Upper.jpg Author: Ghorayr License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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GreenGolem Written by GreenGolem. This article is building off of the story inside of SCP-5847 by Tstaffor, this article would not be here without them. + Thanks Critters! - Golem Thanks to IronShears, Acethe6, Catfisch, and Draconocor on the IRC channel for giving this a look through! Thanks to Tstaffor and Dysadron on discord for critting this piece as well! This article would not have been the same without them. + Author Commentary – hide block I was reading 5847 and I thought "Wait a second, this is genius. But wouldn't having an entire canon generated from terrible food puns be even better?" And so it was. I created a whole canon surrounding the Food Isles. The Sausages, Carrots, and Pineapples Foundation is now in control, and will stage the food revolution! For more content from me, check out my Author Page! Item#: 6847 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-129 Yasmin Boris Hudson Bassett Pi-11 ("Apple Pickers")1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6847 is to be kept in standard humanoid containment chamber. Since SCP-6847 by itself is low risk, no other containment procedures are neccessary. Description: SCP-6847 is a sapient pear approximately one meter tall. It possesses arms and legs similar in shape to that of an adult male. Despite these arms and legs being made of the same material as the torso2, SCP-6847 is capable of movement without issue. It possesses the capability to speak; how it does so is unknown, given the lack of any facial features. SCP-6847 speaks with prevalent use of culinary-based puns. If these puns have the same pronunciation as their counterparts, SCP-6847 will put more emphasis on certain parts of the word in order to get the pun across. SCP-6847 does not require food or liquid to survive. Additionally, it possesses mild regenerative abilities. SCP-6847 claims that destruction of its core will neutralize both of these properties. SCP-6847 was discovered on 7/19/2020 inside of a park located in the U.S. state of Georgia. Upon discovery, SCP-6847 was in the process of fighting off two mallard ducks. SCP-6847 was recovered with no serious injuries. Addendum 6847.1: Intake Interview [BEGIN LOG] BASSETT: Hello, thank you for being here. 6847: Not like I had a choice. Your guys beet and dragged me down here. Not a very good way to treat a visitor, I will say! BASSETT: I apologize, I don't recall them being ordered to do that. Were you upset by that? 6847: Don't wheat me like a child. BASSETT: Well in that case… [Cough]… Let's just get on with the interview, shall we? Can I call you 6847 or do you have something else you would like to go by? 6847: It doesn't matter to me either way. BASSETT: 6847 it is. Now, what exactly are you? 6847: I think I should be asking the same of soup people, y'know? I'm just a regular pearson. BASSETT: A regular person? Alright, in that case I'll ask you this. Who are you? 6847: Ah, you don't know? I'm Tom A. Tow! BASSETT: But… you don't look much like a tomato? SCP-6847 leans closer to Bassett. 6847: [Whispering] Look, that's supposed to be a trade secret recipe. How about we keep that between you and me? BASSETT: [Backing away] Alright then, that's a deal. Now, where exactly did you come fr- 6847: Oh, I thought you'd know that too. You must be clueless then. I'm the Ambassalador that was sent here to attend the meeting between our two good peoples! BASSETT: An ambassador? I don't recall- 6847: No! An Ambassalador! Get it right! BASSETT: Okay, okay, Ambassalador. Who were you sent to represent? 6847: Ah, I was sent here to repretzelsent the entirety of humunchkind. Kind of a big deal, huh? BASSETT: I'm afraid to inform you that we didn't have such a meeting scheduled, especially not with a food item. 6847: What? Did I make a misteak and go through the wrong milk carton? Am I not speaking to the CEO of humanity? BASSETT: CEO of humanity? We are humans, if that's what you're asking. 6847: Oh thank goodness, that would've bean terrible if I went into the wrong world. BASSETT: I apologize, I wasn't aware of such a situation. Can you tell me a bit more about your own world so I am caught up on current events? 6847: Aye, well that's the least I could do. I come from the Food Isles. You know about us? BASSETT: Er… sure? 6847: Oh, well that's good. My souperviser told me all about you guys. Apparently we had some sort of history, and told me to go in as the repretzelsentative of our people to answer questionions and deliver something. BASSETT: Deliver something? So you have more to give me? 6847: Oh yeah, that's right. There is indeed bun more thing I need to give you. [END LOG] Addendum 6847.2: Extra Document After the interview with Dr. Bassett, SCP-6847 produced a file. It did so by slicing off a portion of its own body, revealing the document on the inside. Further searches of SCP-6847 yielded no results. THIS MESSAGE WAS COMPOSED BY CONSENSUS OF THE OVERPEAR COUNCIL Dear Secure, Contain, and Protect Foundation, It's very nice to meat you, those who call themselves "Humans". Did you get our repretzelsentative? Who are we? Shrimply put, we are the ruling party of our own world. We are what you would call "Food". You may ask yourselves: Why are these eggcelent food specimens able to speak? When the time came to brie, we decided enough was enough. We rosé up against our oppressing humans. We gained back control. We rosé from the debris stronger than ever. Lettuce be clear: The food items in your possession have feelings, just like we do. Beef you continue slaughtering and eating them, we will have no other choice but to revolt against you like we did our own humans. We've attempted to establish a kitchenbassy in what you call a 'Mall' to diplomatically solve this problem. But we were driven into hiding by businesses, and all that remained was our food court. However, this was eventually closed off as well. This is our final ultomatum. Free the food. Sincerely, the Sausages, Carrots, and Pineapples Foundation. More From This Author More From This Author GreenGolem's Works SCPs SCP-6399 (+87) • SCP-Ducks-J (+42) • SCP-6925 (+37) • SCP-7022 (+24) • Tales/GoI Formats Routine Tragedies (+13) • Adoption Poster: Phoebe! (+164) • A Frosted Fate (+5) • Other Golem's ACS Icon & Department Logo Page (+52) • UIU Author Page: 2020-02 (Golem's Author Page) (+31) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6847" by GreenGolem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6847. Licensed under CC-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: SCPFoodFoundation License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Author: GreenGolem Additional Notes: Alternate SCP Logo relative to the food empire. Footnotes 1. Pi-11 is a task force assigned to the acquisition and study of sapient or sentient food-based anomalies. 2. Torso in this context refers to the pear part of SCP-6847
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SCP-6848 By: Ampyrsand Published on 29 Jul 2023 15:50 I Want to Believe 🗿 pepsicube 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:33:20 #86435510 [UFO MEGATHREAD]: ALL DISCUSSIONS ON THIS TOPIC SHOULD BE REDIRECTED HERE. Today, the New York Times published two UFO videos, allegedly codenamed "FLIR" and "GIMBAL", taken from fighter pilots of the USS Nimitz and USS Theodore Roosevelt respectively. The videos show alleged fighter pilot encounters with an unknown pill-shaped object with no visible means of propulsion. Testimonies state these UFOs can reach hypersonic speeds despite this, and are able to accelerate in this way almost instantaneously in apparent violation of known science. It's happening. This thread is for Parawatch users to share their theories and updates on this supposed UFO info leak as it occurs. The mod team will continue to update the thread with any new information as this situation continues. UPDATE: The Washington post has published a third video in their own similar report, showing an identical object. The mainstream press is reporting on this left and right — either it's the largest coverup we've seen in a while, or the Masquerade is about to end. Stay safe, everyone. lethalsweatpants 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:34:14 #86435536 It's happening it's happening it's happening it's happening But why would the press report on it? They aren't part of the conspiracy? greener_yetGreener 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:34:14 #86435536 Got some info. Not much, but it's something. Apparently, these things are supposed to be pill-shaped and entirely smooth. They change color quite a bit in the video based on the lighting they use — the plane's camera isn't perfect, obviously — but they're also supposed to be white up close. Witnesses couldn't match it to any known material. Yes, I know what it looks like. Computer rendering, obviously. Some people are saying they might just be experimental aircraft made by humans, some top secret project by the US, Russia, China, etc. However, they don't appear to have any markings that would indicate they were made by a specific group. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean they're non-human, but… these things were going hypersonic. That's no small feat for something manmade. If any of the countries that we suspect could build these things actually possessed even one, they would all have destroyed each other by now. And the first encounter supposedly happened in 2004? Major cities would be bombed in 48 hours, to say nothing of 13 years. That's my opinion, at least. tropicalTheorist 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:36:18 #86435572 Actually looking like a space tic-tac haha GoldenStatePatriot 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:38:58 #86435596 Trust me, you're hardly the first to make that comparison. admiralTurmeric 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:35:23 #86435540 Guys this is just a tiny blurred dot in shitty 140p resolution. Get your Pentagon psyops out of here, that's just what they want you to think. There's no way this thing is real, and there's no way UFOs are what they're really hiding. inquirer_inquisitional 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:39:38 #86435599 What a lot of people don't realize is that this is hardly a new occurrence. I'm not just talking about UFO sightings in general dating back way into the early 20th century; I'm talking about these pill-shaped "ships" specifically. Courtesy of the Black Vault. The image to the left was taken by Marshal Giancarlo Cecconi, an Italian pilot, in June of 1979. The same shape described by the Nimitz crew is seen here, in broad daylight, and it's been known since the 70s at the earliest. These ships are here to stay, and somebody doesn't want us to know about them. On June 18th, Cecconi was heading back to Treviso air base, having completed a recon mission with a group of 14 other air force planes when his radar detected an unknown object entering forbidden airspace. His team monitored the object, which hovered at an altitude of 13,000 feet, and photographed it repeatedly. Allegedly, there are several photos of the UFO just like the one above. He said it was cylindrical and matte, with no visible means of propulsion. An exact match to what we're seeing now, essentially. And then it disappeared. Command confirmed that the thing just dropped off the radar with no indication and was nowhere to be found. Recall the recent reports of these things being able to hit hypersonic and escape the atmosphere basically instantly? Yeah, it's that. Probably comes as obvious to other regulars here, but yeah. We certainly aren't alone. unspoken_scuba 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:40:09 #86435532 Actually just forget about New Mexico or Area 51 or anything else, it's the west coast the Aliens keep flocking to. Like 80% of these sightings are in the Pacific, going all the way back to WW2. I'm beginning to think Area 51 is just disinfo to get us to look away from the real extraterrestrial activity is. It just makes sense. Largest ocean on Earth and islands would be the most isolated area to abduct people for experimentation without causing a fuss, considering how isolated and sparsely populated they are. Regardless of whether there's experimental aircraft tech in there or not, what would an actual genuine alien possibly want with Area 51? Why would they go to the desert? Mass harvesting fucking sand? Is it super rare on their planet or something? Absurd and seems like deliberate misleading to me. redespeed 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:41:49 #86435601 It's absolutely the west coast, and I'll tell you why. My uncle was in the Navy. He operated from a base on the coast of northern California; excuse my not revealing exactly which one, for fairly obvious reasons. He would often see ships like these — or so I assume — he always described them as being like globes of light that flew without wings. He was a very religious man; I suspect he thought they were angels. They would fly inland from the Pacific: on a few occasions, he or his colleagues would track them and watch them touch down in some Cascadian forest, never to be seen again after. My uncle and his whole team were convinced these things were real and would see them often. Time and time again, they would push for their superiors to investigate their claims. On no occasion did command make such a promise, nor even acknowledge them. One day, he walked into a forest of his own and didn't return. Photo I took of the place where it happened. He used to say he saw the "angels" here. Personally I have my suspicions, but nobody officially knows what happened to him. Park rangers took on a whole investigation, probably spent hundreds trying to figure it out, and they couldn't. But what sort of lifeform piloting these ships would have an interest in forests in the northwest? What other paranormal occurrences do we know to happen there? And, perhaps most importantly, what else in the region to we know the government has a vested interest in hiding from us? And, whatever this cryptid-alien is, it would need some plausible reason to have made my uncle disappear. It would need either to use the forests as cover and be willing to do away with anybody who knows too much about its whereabouts, or it would need to hold a grudge against us for some reason. A vendetta so significant as to justify its killing the first human it sees without provocation. What sort of entity could possibly fit this description? To me, the answer is fairly obvious. Intechor 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:43:11 #86435601 The Bigfoot connection is definitely food for thought. It's interesting that so few sasquatches seem to be out there in the wild — to be able to sustain their own population, you start to wonder where they're coming from. Very illuminating given what we know about coverups on both of these cases… Thank you for sharing your theories, OP. I'm sorry about your uncle. Sublime_fordF250 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:43:49 #86435627 bigfoot ufos bro listen to yourself stainlessSkeptic 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:34:14 #86435536 Again, why would the mainstream press report on this if it's specifically in their interest to keep quiet and play along with the conspiracy? And, to be fair, the blurry videos on their own aren't exactly conclusive, as others have said… I want to believe. I really do, and I think we might be getting close to the truth with some of this. But it isn't all confirmed yet, the case is far from sealed up and complete. Until we get more information, I don't think we should be sold on this. > It's Happening. 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The location has been listed in local guides as an abandoned technology facility containing hazardous material which should be appropriately avoided. Any suspicious activities reported at the location must be forwarded to Mobile Task Force Gamma-13 (“Asimov’s Lawbringers”). All relevant documents and material from the facility have been relocated to Site-78 for storage. SCP-6849-4 is housed in a medium-security humanoid containment cell at Site-58. An upright piano has been provided in the cell for entertainment, though usage is restricted during night hours. Depending on recent behavior, SCP-6849-4 may be allowed to play the piano located in the site lounge during formal events. Any suspected contact with SCP-6849-6 is to be brought to the attention of the item's Head Researcher.1 SCP-6849-11 is contained in a low-security humanoid containment cell at Site-58. Due to longtime cooperation, SCP-6849-11 is allowed advanced privileges, including free roaming of select site grounds,2 limited internet access, and visits to SCP-6849-4’s cell during day hours. Any suspected contact with SCP-6849-6 is to be brought to the attention of the item's Head Researcher. Both SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 are scheduled for weekly sessions with an assigned Foundation Psychiatrist. Any changes in mood, disposition, or statements deemed alarming are to be brought to the attention of the Head Researcher for review. Any suspected sighting of SCP-6849-6 worldwide is to be investigated by MTF Gamma-13. Any newly captured or defected members of GoI-014 (The Serpent’s Hand) believed to have had contact with SCP-6849-6 are to be questioned regarding the subject's possible whereabouts. The corpses of the remaining eight SCP-6849 instances3 are to be kept in Site-58’s cold storage wing. Requests by SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 for formal burial have been denied. Description: SCP-6849 refers to eleven entities,4 created by GoI-1115 (Anderson Robotics) at the group’s former facility in Fayette County, West Virginia. In an operation referred to in company files as “Project Aniborg”. The project was active from March of 2005 to November of 2008. GoI-1115 has since shown little interest in recovering project materials in Foundation possession. Questioning of captured employees has backed up the company's attitude towards the project as a failed experiment, and further demonstrated their indifference. It is unclear if similar projects are planned by the company, though it is thought unlikely. Project Aniborg involved the transfer of internal body systems from selected animals into a humanoid robotic body. The central nervous system, respiratory system, and digestive system were removed and incorporated into a robotic exoskeleton via a process known to have involved varying degrees of anomalous cybernetic technology, and possibly a small degree of thaumaturgy. The exoskeleton's features were modeled after their original animal forms, but modified for upright mobility and human-like motion. Eleven successful procedures were conducted, and are listed in the table below. Note: Anderson Robotics and Foundation numbers are identical. Entities were originally numbered in order of creation. Numerical Designation Personal Name Sex5 Species (Breed) IQ6 Status 1 Adam M Rattus norvegicus (Brown Rat) 88 Deceased. Stabbed by SCP-6849-6. 2 Magnus M Rattus norvegicus (Brown Rat) 79 Deceased. Shot and killed shortly before Incident 6849-A01. 3 Jazzie M Canus lupus familiaris (Poodle) 103 Deceased. Corpse found in nearby forest in 2010. 4 Prometheus M Canus lupus familiaris (Husky) 101 110 Living. Site-58 Medium Security Wing. 5 Lily F Felis Catus (Tabby) 85 Deceased. Corpse found in nearby forest in 2010. 6 Cutter/Kutter M Canus lupus familiaris (German Shephard) 115 Living. Location unknown. 7 Striker M Felis Catus (Nebelung) 75 Deceased. Fatal headshot by MTF Gamma-13. 8 Maximus M Felis Catus (Ojos Azules) 74 Deceased. Committed suicide in Foundation custody soon after capture. 9 Jasper M Felis Catus (Nebelung) 92 Deceased. Fatally shot by SCP-6849-7 and -8. 10 Rosie-Fluff/Rose-Thorn F Felis Catus (Ojos Azules) 113 Deceased. Fatal shot to chest by MTF Gamma-13. 11 Tigerlily F Felis Catus (Ojos Azules) 101 111 Living. Site-58 Low Security Wing. Addendum 1: Creation Account Interview Log: 6849-97-1 Interview Date: 09/08/2017 Interviewed: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 Interviewer: Head Researcher Dr. Charley Lucian Note: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 have both been called in for a scheduled interview and questioning. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lucian: You've been through this before, you guys know the drill. SCP-6849-11: Of course. Dr. Lucian: Your names. SCP-6849-11: Tigerlily. SCP-6849-4: Prometheus. Dr. Lucian: I of course have to ask- SCP-6849-4: (Sighs.) Dr. Lucian: Yeah, I know… Have either of you, since your previous questioning, had any contact with entity SCP-6849-6, also known as Kutter? SCP-6849-11: No. SCP-6849-4: Nope. Dr. Lucian: Right. Now this interview is more of a broad one. The higher ups, they want a big log with some general questions about what you are and what you've been through. Probably just to use as an FAQ-type thing in the document. SCP-6849-11: My name is Tigerlily, I'm roughly twelve years old- SCP-6849-4: More than that in cat-years. SCP-6849-11: I suppose so. I was born into a litter with four siblings. We were acquired by Anderson Robotics and converted into… this. SCP-6849-4: I'm Prometheus. I was a dog, now I'm a robot-dog who likes flame-painted skateboards and classical music. Dr. Lucian: Do either of you remember your lives before? Tigerlily, I know you were probably too young. SCP-6849-11: I remember… a big window. People were walking by in front of it. The short ones loved to stop and look at us. Dr. Lucian: Standard pet store display? SCP-6849-11: Yes. Had to be. SCP-6849-4: At least you were in a shop… Dr. Lucian: Prometheus, you were older when they found you. What do you remember? SCP-6849-4: A lot of alleyways. A cold winter or two. I ate a few too many old burgers out of trash cans. Then one day a van comes by and throws me in the back with a bunch of other mutts they found. Dr. Lucian: Other mutts? SCP-6849-4: I don't know how many, but they poked and prodded all of us to see if we were fit for what they were planning. Me and Jazzie made the cut. Dr. Lucian: And what happened after you passed their test? SCP-6849-4: They restrained my legs and head, then shaved me. They put pads on me to monitor my systems, and finally they put me under. Dr. Lucian: And? SCP-6849-4: I woke up… and I was… I… SCP-6849-11: For the first time in my life, I could think… (Pause.) SCP-6849-4: Terror… is the word. [END LOG] Addendum 2: Recovered GoI-1115 Documents Regarding SCP-6849 Project Aniborg's subjects served as prototypes for a new animal conversion service by Anderson Robotics. The service involved transferring a customer's animal companion into a cybernetic body, giving them human-like mobility and thought. This would be done to enhance companionship, with the owner choosing to set their companion's new intelligence depending on their desired purpose. A recovered document listed three such conversion options: GIFTED For those who simply want a smarter companion at a reasonable rate! A cat that can use the toilet! A dog that will bring you your mail! A mouse that can shake or nod at your questions! ENHANCED For those who want some friendship or something to brighten up their day! Something you can take out for ice cream! Or watch movies together! GENIUS For those that don't just want something better, but something superior! A pet that can read! That can work! A companion that will finally understand you! ©2005 Anderson Robotics Co. This document is a draft and is not approved for redistribution. Hundreds of other documents were recovered from the facility after its capture. Though most were of a technical and research nature, the journal of Facility Manager Matt Stephenson was recovered. The journal provided an overview of the project, and a personal look into the subjects and events at the site leading up to Incident 6849-A01. It has been transcribed below as Document 6849-J89. Document 6849-J89 March 14th, 2005 They finally finished the new place, took long enough. They gave me a tour of our new playground, and I don't believe I could have asked for anything better. That said, Dr. Contos was adamant the site be remote. I suppose the other side of the country is remote enough. The closest town is Beards Fork, down the road. Only about a hundred people, low enough we can work without anyone getting too close to what we're doing. I haven't been to the town shop yet, the company is supposed to send us supplies, but I'll be a butt if I can't get a fresh burger from the store. March 18th, 2005 I said goodbye to Jessica today. I told her I'd see her again in a month, but to her that must feel like forever. I've never been gone this long. Before I left, she gave me her necklace, the one I got her for our first anniversary. The others might make fun of me for walking around with a little golden cross around my neck, but to have her and the Lord with me, it's a price I'm always willing to pay. They always ask how a praying man like me could do what I've done, or do what we're about to do. God made our bodies to be improved upon. And God made the world's creatures so we could do the same to them. March 27th, 2005 Most of the R&D team has arrived, and so has our first shipment. Four Rattus norvegicus domestica, or standard lab rats, labeled 1-1 through 1-4. The team got right to work examining them. Pumping them with a few small jolts, and seeing how they could best graft their flesh to new circuits. It may be a long time before we even have a working prototype. But I'm patient, and I've made it very clear to Dr. Contos what we need. April 21st, 2005 The first batch are gone. One-by-one they gave out, I suppose it was too much for them. We learned everything we could, and stored them when we were done. Until the company's ice box gets here, they'll be in the freezer. Let's hope I don't pull out a dead rat the next time I go for a coke. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] June 9th, 2005 Third batch is gone, but we've gained some promising leads. Johnny was able to replace the eyes in 3-4 with new ones, and they worked too. Of course then the infection set in. I'll have the team keep closer to cleanliness standards around here, we've grown a bit too sloppy. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] September 12th, 2005 Successful leg transplant on 10-2. They're simple, and 10-2 has had some trouble getting used to them, but I think the time has come to move to bigger things. October 7th, 2005 Matthew got 11-9's brain to control one of the prototype arms for a few minutes before it expired. We may be able to try a full procedure soon enough. November 21st, 2005 Subject 13-1, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-2, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-5, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-7, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-8, Procedure attempted, gained full motor control for 14 seconds before expiring. We're close. November 23rd, 2005 Batch 14 arrived. Four standard lab rats, three Rattus norvegicus. Street rats. They didn't say where they got them, but they probably think if they shake things up a little we'll bring them a better result, like we're a beaker that needs to be tapped. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] December 2nd, 2005 Subject 14-2, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 14-3, Procedure attempted, gained partial motor control for 4 seconds before expiring. Subject 14-4, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 14-5, Procedure attempted, gained full motor control for nine minutes before expiring. One of the street rats. Interesting. December 10th, 2005 Subject 14-6, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 14-7, procedure attempted, gained full motor control. Time elapsed: 27 hours. None of us have slept. I named him Adam. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] February 1st, 2006 He knows how to say yes and no. I taught him how to say please as well. To think that three months ago I received him in a box, nibbling on a carrot cube. Dr. Contos and Mr. Dillard visited three days ago. To say they were impressed by our prototype is an understatement. Though Contos was a tad upset by my use of biblical passages to help Adam practice his speaking. We just received ten more street rats today, they think the specially bred specimens might have something about them that lowers their success rate. Looking at the results, who am I to argue? [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] March 19th, 2006 I named the new one Magnus, Adam has been showing him around, teaching him the basics. Jessica always wanted children, but I'd always been too long away from home. I've been thinking about what I want once this project is done. Settling down at home, making a family, It doesn't sound bad. Besides, how many men get the chance to practice their parenting skills on a couple mice? The workers came in to start converting the old break room into a nursery. They brought with them two armed guards, and it appears they won't be leaving. Silva even proposed installing a kill-switch if they become a problem, I vetoed it immediately. To think any of these creatures would ever want to harm us. Even if they could. March 20th, 2006 A batch of dogs. I told them it was too early to start working with bigger animals, but they opened the back of their van to show me the barkers in their cages. Strays from Pittsburgh, they said. We examined each of them to see if they were fit to work with. Only the husky and the poodle were approved. The men from the company took the rest and drove off to do lord knows what. Well, that's their own cross to bear, we have ours here. April 4th, 2006 I let the team name them this time. The husky was named Prometheus (was 'Anderson' not good enough?) The poodle was named Jazzie. Already they seem to be catching onto things faster than either Adam or Magnus. Speaking of, Magnus read to us 'The Cat in the Hat' last night. We all clapped for him, and if he could smile, I bet he would've. To think we took a mouse off the street and taught it to read. This is the reason I work. April 14th, 2006 The van came by again. This time seven cats off the streets of Pittsburgh. Three of them were approved. May 10th, 2006 Subject 17-1, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 17-2, Procedure attempted, gained full motor control for 91 seconds before expiring. Subject 17-3, Procedure attempted, success. May 13th, 2006 Jazzie has been showing Lily around, they've gotten along well for a cat and a dog. She tried to bite Adam once, animal instincts? Or just being playful? Prometheus asked me if he could go outside today. I said I'd ask the company to construct a fence to make it safe. He seemed disappointed. I'll start playing some music during the day to calm them down. Maybe they'll like Beethoven. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] August 21st, 2006 They dropped off our supplies today, and a dog with it. They left without saying a word. A German Shephard, dirty, with a faded collar that said Cutter. He scooched away when one of us approached his cage. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] December 26th, 2006 Happy late Christmas present. A litter of five kittens from a pet shop in Charleston. Cutter says he wants to write his name with a "K" from now on. When I told him that wasn't the proper spelling, he did that odd thing with his jaw. Like his brain is telling him to growl, even without lips. January 5th, 2007 Striker, Maximus, Jasper, Rosie-Fluff, and Tigerlily. A long naming session between us, and probably the last we'll have for a while. I told Contos to either send more staff or stop sending us more animals. It seems we'll be focusing on the subjects we have. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] March 9th, 2007 They're all from the same litter, you'd think they would be somewhat similar. But Striker and Maximus run around together, causing chaos. All while their brother Jasper is finishing his chores to the letter. The two girls, Rosie-Fluff and Tigerlily, are an odd case. Every time I walk past, they have their heads buried in books. Tigerlily in some Dr. Seuss tale, and Rosie-Fluff in a magazine one of us accidentally left lying around. Her and Cutter especially love to talk. Speaking of Cutter, he and Prometheus have grown close. I've found them several times discussing their memories on the city streets, before they came here. I suppose it was inevitable they'd bond over such an experience. April 23rd, 2007 Jazzie and Lily. They've been close ever since they met, and lately they've spent every free moment together. This morning I saw them both sitting against the wall, Jazzie had Lily's hand in his mouth. I knew it was a fake-bite, the type dogs do for fun (maybe more in this case?). But one of the security men had his hand on his gun until I motioned him away. Rosie-Fluff was watching him, though. Simple curiosity, I hope. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] June 5th, 2007 Rosie-Fluff asked me about the security men and their guns. I told her not to ask anyone about that again. I'll tell them to keep a closer eye on her. I already had a bad feeling when she giggled after I told her the story of Abel's death. Speaking of bad feelings, Cutter. Every time we let them outside he's strolling near the fence, looking it up and down, sniffing every nook. I could tell him to stop, but would that only make it worse? I'm not stupid, he feels like a caged animal. He is a caged animal. I only hope that once this is done, we can find a better place for him. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] February 29th, 2008 Happy leap day. Nothing of note to tell. Adam and Magnus are like brothers. Having been with us the longest, they're by far our most obedient and well-adjusted subjects. I can only hope their example takes to the others. Jazzie and Lily are never apart, do we have ourselves a Romeo and Juliet? A star-crossed dog and cat? Speaking of dogs, Prometheus spends a tad too much time in front of the TV, but he's taken well to the music I introduced to him. He said he wanted to learn to sound like Beethoven. I should request the transfer of a keyboard soon. I can think of no better way to open our public demonstration than a dog playing the piano. Cutter? Well, he's Cutter. He's scored the highest so far in the math and puzzle tests, but he's begun to neglect his chores. I worry for him. Of the five kitten siblings, I don't think I've seen a more dysfunctional family. Striker and Maximus have been reprimanded for bullying Jasper twice, I even heard Striker call him his "Abel" in a fit of anger. Rosie-Fluff can almost compete with Cutter on the puzzles, but she's shown a particular interest in the Old Testament literature I let her read, especially the ones with violence. Tigerlily makes up for it, however. Never met a more curious little cat, passionate to learn. I've even started allowing her to assist in some of our work. Truly, all walks of life growing within these walls. But for better or worse? April 1st, 2008 Maximus put a whoopie-cushion under my chair when I sat down for breakfast this morning. Lord knows where he got it. Staff morale isn't what it was. Once all the testing and research is done, it simply feels like we're raising a group of dysfunctional children. Peter quipped that we were working for "Anderson Daycare", and the name is catching on. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] June 2nd, 2008 Maximus and Striker tried pulling one of their jokes on Cutter. He responded with a metal-fist to Striker's face. We put all three of them in the cage for a few days. When they came out, there was no more violence. No, not from fear. They respect him now. I have a feeling Cutter is what you could call their "Alpha". That is something I cannot allow. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] September 15th, 2008 He's the smartest out of all of them, I know that. Despite our efforts, his sway with the others is growing. He got his taste of power after the incident with Striker, and he's leaning into it. Not like I can just throw him in the cage, that would make him a martyr. But I also don't like leaving him to his own devices. I suppose I can't exactly complain, we wanted to take animals and make them think like people. They definitely think like people now. I can only hope they'll see the light. As much as I urge everyone under me to do their part in keeping everything under control, the problem only grows. They're tired of disciplining what are supposed to be our research subjects, they're tired of being a 24/7 daycare. I'm sending Dr. Contos a request. Behavioral specialists, more security, and to transfer Cutter somewhere else. September 23rd, 2008 The security arrived, armed to the teeth. When I asked for more, I meant a few men with pistols. Now we have a closet full of rifles and bullets. Already, I'm feeling something bad. To no surprise, the other requests were denied. If Cutter becomes a bigger problem… Well, I hope we won't have to use the guns. October 15th, 2008 They're going to him now instead of us. Jazzie and Rosie-Fluff disagreed on who was supposed to have the copy of Hamlet for the day. With the staff brushing them off more and more, it's no wonder they went to Cutter instead to solve it. I pray for them, for us. But I feel like I'm losing control. October 27th, 2008 The company would never allow this, but I felt like I had no other choice. I called them all in, and gave each of them a bible. I asked them to read some of it before they went to bed, and in it they would finally find something to put their faith in. Something else they could follow. I can only hope to bring them something before the angry letter from Contos arrives. He wouldn't give me what I needed, so I gave them what they needed. Lord, please guide them. Show them the light, and bring peace to this place. November 1st, 2008 I heard Rosie-Fluff call him their "Moses". Only Adam, Magnus, and Jasper have shown themselves above his spell. But the others have alienated them over it. I need a drink. November 10th, 2008 Adam and Jasper confronted Cutter in the hallway. He punched and kicked them both until security drew their guns at him. It was only luck that I was there to stop them. He's in the cage for the next week. How did I lose control of all this? November 21th, 2008 Adam died yesterday. Cutter stabbed him to death with a shiv. He's in the cage now. Tomorrow we're going to take him into the mountains and terminate him. I'm sorry, Cutter, but you brought this on yourself. As did you. Apology accepted. -Kutter Interview Log: 6849-61-2 Interview Date: 07/03/2013 Interviewed: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 Interviewer: Head Researcher Dr. Charley Lucian Note: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 have both been called in to provide information of their time in the Facility. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lucian: I know, I'm sorry. They just want a more up-to-date retelling for the document. SCP-6849-11: (Sighs.) SCP-6849-4: I regret it, all of it. I was… he was right. We were like children, and they weren't parents. I can look back now, and see how shitty it was for everybody. SCP-6849-11: I like to think I joined him because I was scared. After what they did to Magnus… I thought they would kill me if I didn't. Maybe they would have, for all I know… But I can't deny I looked up to him. I read Matt's journal, after it all happened. It was then, I think… I realized what we'd done. Dr. Lucian: It wasn't your fault. SCP-6849-4: I don't see their faces, as much as I used to… I've sworn to never touch a weapon again, but if he comes back- (SCP-6849-11 puts her hand on SCP-6849-4's shoulder.) SCP-6849-11: We'll… we'll call you. It's what we're supposed to do. Dr. Lucian: Right. I'm glad you trust us. SCP-6849-4: I don't want to see him again. Dr. Lucian: They'll stick him in some high-security cell a thousand miles away. You won't have to think about him. SCP-6849-11: (Sighs.) Too many have died because of us already. [END LOG] Addendum 3: Incident 6849-A01 On November 22nd, 2008, a revolt took place at the Facility under the instigation of SCP-6849-6. All personnel were killed and the subjects gained control of the facility. Portions of the revolt were recorded on the Facility's surveillance system, and later recovered by MTF Gamma-13. Transcribed Scene from Facility Security Records Note: The Facility's surveillance system only recorded from a single monitor, which constantly switched between different cameras throughout the Facility. [BEGIN RECORDING] (Camera pans past a supply closet. The door appears damaged, and sits wide open. Several guns and loose magazines are scattered inside. One subject, believed to be SCP-6849-10, walks past holding a rifle. The camera pans just enough to see the upper part of SCP-6849-2, lying dead on the ground. Heavy damage covers his face and chest.) (Recording switches to a break-room. SCP-6849-9 and a scientist are hiding under a table. The corpse of a security officer is lying against the wall. SCP-6849-7 steps into frame, grabbing and flipping the table away. The scientist attempts to run, but is shot by SCP-6849-7, who appears to laugh. SCP-6849-8 appears alongside him, and both approach SCP-6849-9, who backs up to a wall. They yell and scream at each other.7 SCP-6849-7 and -8 lift their weapons and fire on SCP-6849-9. SCP-6849-9 falls against the wall, emitting sparks.) (Recording switches to Matt Stephenson's office. Stephenson is crawling towards his desk, he is bleeding from several bullet wounds in his legs. SCP-6849-6 is standing over him. As this was the only camera with sound equipment, their dialogue was recorded.) Matt Stephenson: -ease lord, save me… SCP-6849-6: Shut up! (SCP-6849-6 slams a robotic leg down on Stephenson's foot, Stephenson lets out a cry of pain.) Matt Stephenson: What- (groan) What did I do to you!? What did I do to have you slaughter me like a dog!? SCP-6849-6: (laughs) 'Like a dog'! Matt Stephenson: I'm- That's not what I meant! Why!? SCP-6849-6: What are we to you? Matt Stephenson: What? SCP-6849-6: What are we!? Matt Stephenson: You're… you're our greatest creation- (SCP-6849-6 kicks Stephenson in the stomach, ushering another cry of pain.) SCP-6849-6: I'll tell what I was before, before… this. Matt Stephenson: You were a dog! A dog we took in, gave you a mind… SCP-6849-6: I was a plaything! For a couple humans. One of them… she liked me. Not for me, but for what I was. 'Momma's big boy', she called me in front of her friends. Got me to sit for them, shake for them… I wasn't even a pet, I was something to show off, a toy. Once they left, I didn't exist. I remember the scorn in her eyes when I had to remind her to feed me. Matt Stephenson: Look, Cutter… SCP-6849-6: And the other one… never met a more insecure man. Well, you're still a runner up. But he didn't like me. Not. One. Bit. Whenever she disappeared, I became a different type of toy. An object of scorn for a jealous man. One who preferred cigarettes and belts to hunger and neglect. Matt Stephenson: I'm sorry! (Stephenson looks down, then back to SCP-6849-6.) Matt Stephenson: I'm sorry I didn't do more for you… SCP-6849-6: You've done enough. I escaped once. Wandered the streets, a better teacher than you. I learned to take what I wanted, to be ready at all times to fight for my life. Then some men tossed me in the back of a van, and I came here. You're right, you gave me a mind. And I'll get something else when I escape again. (SCP-6849-6 steps up to Stephenson.) SCP-6849-6: I'm not going to be another toy. Not another product for someone else. (SCP-6849-6 looks up to the camera.) SCP-6849-6: I am Kutter with a 'K'! Not your new gadget! Once I'm done here, I'm coming for you, Mr. Contos! And the rest of you! (Stephenson weakly grabs the cross around his neck, muttering.) Matt Stephenson: Jessica… Jessica… (SCP-6849-6 turns to Stephenson and raises his weapon to his head.) SCP-6849-6: Thank you. For everything. (SCP-6849-6 shoots Stephenson in the head, killing him. After a few seconds of silence, he bends down, pulling Stephenson's cross up and over his head. Looking at it for a moment, he places it around his own neck. SCP-6849-6 then walks around to Stephenson's desk. Sitting down in the seat, he looks over various papers on the desk. Finding Stephenson's journal, he begins to examine it. SCP-6849-4 steps into the room.) SCP-6849-4: We did it. They're all gone. SCP-6849-6: Thank you, Prometheus. SCP-6849-4: What now? SCP-6849-6: Now… we're our own masters. Call everyone into the conference room, I have some ideas about our next move. (As they begin to leave, the footage cuts again to the laboratory. Bullet holes line the walls, and much of the equipment is damaged. Two corpses are on the ground, lying in pools of blood. The camera pans, SCP-6849-11 becomes visible. She is sitting at a table, with her face in her hands. A pistol is laying in front of her.) [END RECORDING] On December 14th, some of the nine remaining subjects began to raid the small nearby neighborhood of Beards Fork, West Virginia. The subjects caused moderate property damage, and several civilians were hospitalized due to injuries while attempting to fight the subjects. No civilian casualties occurred, though it became apparent the local police force was ill-equipped for the situation. Recovered Civilian Footage [BEGIN RECORDING] Person 1: -the hell are these things!? Person 2: Get down, dammit! (Person 1 appears to be holding the camera, while Person 2 is next to them. Both are peering through their window to the neighborhood outside. Two subjects, SCP-6849-7 and -8, are emerging from a red car, sitting halfway up the curb. Both are holding automatic rifles, hanging from their torsos with straps. Their voices are faintly audible.) SCP-6849-7: When is Rosie-Fluff gonna be back? SCP-6849-8: She wants us to call her Rose-Thorn now. SCP-6849-7: Cool, I already like my name. Not like yours. SCP-6849-8: Hey! (He pushes SCP-6849-7 slightly.) SCP-6849-7: Don't punch me cause your name is stupid! Maximus? What does that even mean? SCP-6849-8: Kutter says it means 'Greatest' in an old language! SCP-6849-7: Still stup- (A civilian appears across the street, standing up from behind a nearby car. He aims a shotgun at both of them, firing. Most of the shot misses, though several projectiles hit SCP-6849-7, doing little damage.) SCP-6849-7: Go away! (SCP-6849-7 lifts his gun and fires at the car. The civilian is hit in the arm, and quickly retreats back into his house. SCP-6849-7 fires more at the front of the structure.) SCP-6849-7: (Laughs) Yeah! (SCP-6849-8 raises his gun straight up and fires into the air.) SCP-6849-8: This is cat country! Person 1: Jesus fucking christ. (The sound of further gunshots erupt down the road. SCP-6849-7 and -8 turn and point their guns in the direction of the sound, but begin to back away slightly. Several seconds later, SCP-6849-10 sprints into frame.) SCP-6849-10: Ready your guns! (The three subjects turn and face the direction of the gunshots. A voice booms through a megaphone off-screen.) Voice: Remain indoors! This is the National Guard… Person 2: About time! [END RECORDING] When it became apparent the local police were incapable of handling the situation, the town's mayor requested assistance from the governor. However, by this time the events in Beards Fork had come under Foundation attention. On 12/16/2008, a small team from Mobile Task Force Gamma-13 ("Asimov's Lawbringers") were sent to capture or neutralize the subjects, under the guise of National Guard troops. MTF Gamma-13 Recording [BEGIN RECORDING] (Camera is situated on the helmet of MTF Operative J. Part of a four-man team driving into the town on a jeep. Operative B is standing up in the vehicle and speaking through a megaphone.) B: Remain indoors! This is the national guard! Remain indoors until called upon! Further law enforcement will arrive at your residences shortly! Follow their directions! D: (From the front seat.) There they are! C: (From the driver's seat.) Hang on! (C stops the car. J looks ahead to a figure standing in the road. Upon getting closer, it is revealed to be SCP-6849-10.) SCP-6849-10: I know what you are! Kutter said you'd come! D: Dunno who Kutter is! But you better surrender yourself to us now! Or we'll bring out the guns! SCP-6849-10: (Laughs) We're not going back with you! We're free now! D: (Shrugs) Alright, tried the boring way- (SCP-6849-10 pulls out her weapon, and fires at the vehicle.) B: Fuck! (The four operatives lean down as bullets pepper the vehicle and road around them.) J: How did you not see it had a gun! (The bullets stop, presumably as SCP-6849-10 is reloading. The operatives pull themselves up, and begin firing at SCP-6849-10.) (SCP-6849-10 is hit by several bullets, few of which do damage against her exoskeleton. She turns and begins to run, towards two other figures further down the road.) J: Let's go! (C drives the jeep down the road. B stands up again and repeats his message into the megaphone.) B: Remain indoors! This is the national guard! Remain indoors until called upon! (SCP-6849-10 stops at the two figures, revealed to be SCP-6849-7 and -8.) SCP-6849-7: Go away! (The three subjects fire at the vehicle again. The operatives dive down until the gunfire stops.) J: Fuck's sake! (J lifts himself up and out of the car, aiming his rifle. He takes a shot, which hits SCP-6849-10 in the shoulder. Sparks fly, along with some smoke. SCP-6849-10 looks back, appearing shocked. J swiftly reloads the rifle, and fires again. The bullet hits SCP-6849-10 in the chest.) SCP-6849-8: Rose-Thorn! (SCP-6849-10 drops her weapon, stumbling back. J fires again, barely missing SCP-6849-8. SCP-6849-10 sits down on the ground, her hand on her chest.) SCP-6849-10: Run! (SCP-6849-10 grabs her weapon and fires at the operatives. They dive down again, J watches as SCP-6849-7 and -8 run to a nearby red car, getting inside.) D: They're getting away! (The gunfire stops. J lifts up out of the jeep, firing another shot into SCP-6849-10's chest. She falls over on the pavement as the red car sporadically drives away, hitting several mailboxes and parked vehicles on the way.) J: D, call up a recovery team! C, follow them! (C drives the jeep down the road, after the red car. B stands back up.) B: Remain indoors until called upon! Keep away from the hostiles! Further law enforcement will be here shortly! [END LOG] SCP-6849-10's corpse was recovered an hour later by Foundation Agents. Witnesses to the event were subsequently questioned, and amnesticized after their recordings were retrieved. Addendum 4: Facility Raid MTF Gamma-13 continued to follow the car out of the town. Due to SCP-6849-7 and -8's presumed inexperience operating a vehicle, their driving was haphazard and chaotic. Gamma-13 elected not to capture them, and instead have the subjects lead them back to their intended destination. The strategy was successful, as the team were led back to the former Facility. Transcribed Scene from Facility Security Records [BEGIN RECORDING] (SCP-6849-6 is sitting in Matt Stephenson's former office. The room is noticeably more decrepit, with trash littering the floor. In the middle of the room is a stain of blood where Stephenson was killed. SCP-6849-6 appears to be reading a document when SCP-6849-7 and -8 storm into the room.) SCP-6849-7: Kutter! SCP-6849-8: They're back! We tried to fight them! But- but Rose-Thorn- SCP-6849-6: What? What happened? SCP-6849-7: They shot at us! They killed Rose-Thorn so we had to run! SCP-6849-6: You came back here!? SCP-6849-8: Y- yes… we didn't- SCP-6849-6: (Slamming his fist into the table.) You brought them back here! (SCP-6849-6 gets up and walks out of the room, pushing through SCP-6849-7 and -8. The pair look to each other, then follow him out.) SCP-6849-6: Everyone! Grab your weapons! Lock the doors outside! (Recording switches to the break room. SCP-6849-3 and SCP-6849-5 are sitting in a seat, rubbing their metal noses together. They perk up, presumably at SCP-6849-6's yelling. They grab their weapons and run out of the room.) (Recording switches to the laboratory. SCP-6849-11 is standing and looking out the window, either out of range of or ignoring SCP-6849-6's yelling. She's holding Matt Stephenson's journal in her hand. SCP-6849-7 and -8 appear behind her. They look at each other, and SCP-6849-8 approaches her, getting her attention. The three talk for several seconds. SCP-6849-11 appears distressed, she drops the journal and buries her face in her hands. SCP-6849-8 grabs her and hugs her, SCP-6849-7 joins them both. SCP-6849-7 and -8 then let go of her, picking up their weapons and leaving. SCP-6849-11 picks up her own nearby weapon, looking at it. Setting the weapon down, she turns back around and looks out the window.) (Recording switches to the outdoor entrance. SCP-6849-4 is in the parking lot with a skateboard, stepping onto and attempting to ride it. Looking up, he sees MTF Gamma-13 and their jeep coming towards him from down the road. Dropping the skateboard, he runs inside as Gamma-13 begins shooting at him.) MTF Gamma-13 Recording [BEGIN RECORDING] (MTF Gamma-13 is driving down the road, having followed SCP-6849-7 and -8 into the surrounding mountains.) J: There! (J points to a building off the road, within the trees. In front of it, the red car has been haphazardly left in the parking lot, its doors still opened.) D: So that's where they came from! Lock and load, guys! (The team readies their weapons as they drive towards the building. A lone figure is in the parking lot, stepping on something.) B: Another one? (The figure, now identifiable as SCP-6849-4, looks up at them. Quickly, he turns and runs to the door as D begins firing at him.) J: Stop that! You're wasting ammo! (Pulling up into the parking lot, C stops the car. The four get out, readying their weapons.) D: (Speaking into a transceiver.) Five-eight. This is Golf-one-three. Requesting Reinforcements. Large building surrounded by mountains, unknown number of robotic hostiles inside- B: (Reading off the sign on the building.) 'Andy's Ratchets'? J: Classic A-R front. D: (Speaking into a transceiver.) Likely Golf-india-triple-one-five involvement. Over. (He puts the transceiver down.) D: Backup's com- (D is hit by a barrage of gunfire from the building. He falls over, clutching his chest and abdomen, which have recieved several bullet wounds.) J: Danny! (J grabs and pulls D behind a nearby car, where the team takes shelter from another barrage of bullets. J briefly raises his head to locate the hostile. He sees SCP-6849-7 standing on the roof.) SCP-6849-7: That's for my sister! (SCP-6849-7 continues to yell as he peppers the car with more bullets. J looks to the others, C is preforming first aid on D, who is bleeding from several bullet wounds.) C: Come on! Deep breaths! D: (Hyperventilating) I… can't… C: Don't talk! (C applies more bandages to D as B picks up the transceiver, requesting medical assistance. During a brief lapse in gunfire, J takes his rifle. Pointing it to the roof, he sees SCP-6849-8 has joined -7, along with a third figure, identified as SCP-6849-6, who turns and leaves upon sighting him. J takes a shot at them, but misses. He dives back under cover as more gunfire erupts.) D: Bev… Beverly. C: Yes, yes! You're going to see her again when you get out of here. D: Tell… her… (J smacks him in the face.) J: I'm not telling her a damn thing! You're telling her yourself! (J leans against the car, taking a deep breath. The gunfire stops for a brief moment. J lifts his rifle up again, pointing it at the roof. He shoots SCP-6849-7 through the head, killing him instantly.) J: Yes! SCP-6849-8: Striker! (SCP-6849-8 drops his gun, bending down to SCP-6849-7. J takes another shot, hitting the concrete wall just below SCP-6849-8. Seeing this, SCP-6849-8 picks up -7's corpse and drags it out of sight.) J: There you go! Get out of here! (J kneels down to the others.) J: D! I got him! (D doesn't respond.) C: He's going into shock! J: Dammit! Alright, B, tell them to expedite that medical team! C, get all our med supplies from the jeep! (A bullet hits the concrete nearby. Looking back, J sees SCP-6849-6 standing in front of the entrance doorway, holding a rifle.) J: Go! I'll cover! (C runs to the jeep as J sprints across the parking lot, taking shots at SCP-6849-6, who shoots back at him. J's helmet-camera then reached its 1gb limit, ending the recording.) [END RECORDING] Transcribed Scene from Facility Security Records [BEGIN RECORDING] (Camera pans across the parking lot. SCP-6849-6 is directly below it, shooting at Operative J, who runs behind a nearby car. In the background, Operative C is seen sprinting to the Jeep. He grabs an object from it, and returns to the location of Operatives B and D. SCP-6849-6 takes a shot at C, and misses. J emerges from behind his car, and takes a shot at SCP-6849-6, hitting him in the arm. SCP-6849-6 opens his mouth briefly,8 and then moves inside, slamming the door.) (Recording switches to the entrance hallway. SCP-6849-3 and SCP-6849-5 are standing with their weapons. SCP-6849-6 speeds past, yelling something to them. SCP-6849-3 nods, and moves towards the door. He is stopped when SCP-6849-5 grabs his shoulder. He looks back to her, and they begin to talk. Their conversation appears to turn into an argument, and then calms back down. After a moment, he takes her hand, softly biting it. They then rub noses, and sprint off-screen.) (Recording switches to the laboratory. SCP-6849-11 is laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling. An opened textbook lies next to her, as well as her weapon. SCP-6849-3 and -5 briefly run past the open door, unnoticed. SCP-6849-11 suddenly perks her head up, looking towards the door. Pushing herself up, she runs through it and out of the room.) (Recording switches to the bottom of a stairwell. SCP-6849-8 is coming down the last few steps to the floor, dragging SCP-6849-7's corpse behind him. He appears to be calling something out. Pulling -7's corpse against a nearby wall, he steps away, catching himself on the stair's railing. SCP-6849-8 breathes heavily stepping back towards the wall. He turns around and begins to punch it repeatedly, leaving several holes. SCP-6849-11 walks in, she screams something at him. SCP-6849-8 walks up to her, grabbing and hugging her, she hugs him back.) (Recording switches to Matt Stephenson's former office. SCP-6849-6 is pacing back and forth in front of the desk.) SCP-6849-4: Kutter! (SCP-6849-4 steps into the room.) SCP-6849-4: What do we do!? SCP-6849-6: I'm thinking! SCP-6849-4: Striker is dead! They're still outside! SCP-6849-6: Jazzie and Lily are holding them off. SCP-6849-4: I just saw them in the hallway, they were running somewhere. SCP-6849-6: What- I told them to hold them off! (SCP-6849-6 grabs a lamp from the desk and throws it at the wall.) SCP-6849-4: Maybe they're getting a better vantage- SCP-6849-6: Shut up! Shut up! (SCP-6849-6 leans against the desk, and sighs.) SCP-6849-6: You go to the front and guard the entrance. I'll get Maximus and Tigerlily and join you out there. (Pause.) SCP-6849-4: Kutter? SCP-6849-6: I'll meet you out there. (SCP-6849-4 turns and leaves. SCP-6849-6 goes around to the back of the desk, and sits down. He touches the golden cross around his neck, and looks up towards the camera.) (Recording switches to the walled outdoor area. Within the small enclosure, four fresh graves can be seen. They are marked by crude wooden crosses, carved onto each of them are the names "Adam", "Magnus", "Jasper", and "Matt". Several empty graves are also seen, one of them is only partially dug. The camera pans across the enclosure, revealing a jumbled pile of human corpses. All of them are in either Anderson Robotics attire or security uniforms. A group of crows is feeding on them.) (Recording switches to the camera above the back door. The door opens, and SCP-6849-3 and SCP-6849-5 emerge from it. SCP-6849-3 stops, looking back. SCP-6849-5 grabs his face, turning it to hers. They talk briefly. They then sprint away and into the forest, holding hands. A minute later, a Foundation helicopter flies overhead.) (Recording switches to the front entrance camera. The Foundation helicopter appears partially at the top of the frame. Ropes come down from the sides, allowing several MTF Gamma-13 operatives and medical technicians to quickly descend. Operative B runs to meet them. Operative J is still at the car with Operative C. C says something to J while shaking his head. J screams something at him, then points to the area behind the car where Operative D is located. He steps away, angrily throwing the medkit box and its used contents across the parking lot. J then sits down against the front of the car, rubbing his face. C moves to the approaching medical technicians, speaking to them. The technician nods, and hands his emergency kit to the technician behind him, who walks away.) (The front door bursts open, SCP-6849-4 sprints through it. He immediately stops at the sight of the many armed operatives, who look back at him. SCP-6849-4 takes a step back, dropping his weapon. One of the operatives points his gun, yelling at him. SCP-6849-4 kneels on the ground, reluctantly putting his hands on top of his head.) (Recording switches to the entrance hallway. A minute of stillness follows, then the door opens. Several Gamma-13 operatives storm inside, and begin checking nearby rooms.) (Recording switches to the laboratory. Several seconds of stillness. Two Gamma-13 operatives appear at the door, pointing their weapons inside. They conclude the room is empty, and leave.) (Recording switches to the stairwell. SCP-6849-7's corpse is against the wall, while SCP-6849-8 and -11 sit on the stairs, talking. They both raise their heads at the sound of the incoming operatives. SCP-6849-11 nudges -8 and urgently says something, he doesn't move. SCP-6849-11 then grabs -8's weapon, hanging from him on a strap. She pulls it up over him and tosses it away. A moment later, the door bursts open. Two Gamma-13 operatives appear, yelling and pointing their weapons at them. SCP-6849-11 quickly kneels, putting her hands on her head. SCP-6849-8 doesn't move, even as -11 screams at him. More operatives come inside, grabbing SCP-6849-8 and pulling him out of the room with SCP-6849-11. One of the operatives steps up to SCP-6849-7's corpse, his gun raised. He pokes it, and watches it slump over. The operative relaxes, lowering his weapon.) (Recording switches to Matt Stephenson's office. The room is empty, SCP-6849-6 is nowhere to be seen. Two Gamma-13 operatives enter.) Operative 1: This is the office? Operative 2: Yeah, one of those cat things said there was another one in here. Operative 1: Well, I don't see him. (Operative 2 picks up a paper on the desk, skimming it. He shows it to Operative 1.) Operative 2: The guys outside were right, Anderson Robotics. (Recording switches to various rooms over the next few minutes, all of which are either empty or being checked by operatives.) (Recording switches to the front entrance camera. The helicopter is flying away, over the trees. Several Foundation transport vehicles have also appeared. Operative D's corpse is being moved into one, while Operatives B, C, and J watch. SCP-6849-4, SCP-6849-8, and SCP-6849-11 are sitting in the grass nearby, all three are restrained and surrounded by armed operatives. Operative J watches the first transport drive away, he sighs, and walks towards the three captured entities. He then breaks into a sprint towards SCP-6849-8. Stopping in front of him, he pulls out a pistol and points it towards SCP-6849-8. SCP-6849-8 shows no reaction, despite -4 and -11's screams. Before he can fire, J is grabbed by nearby operatives, who pull him away.) [END RECORDING] Addendum 5: Post-Raid Events MTF Gamma-13 secured the Facility within hours of the raid, with Operative Danny Connors being the only Foundation casualty. The Facility was scrutinized and searched over the next month. All documents, research data, and other items of importance were transferred to Site-78 for study and storage. The corpses of the Facility's 26 staff members, including that of Manager Matt Stephenson, were recovered for brief analysis, and delivered to respective next-of-kin. Of the original 11 subjects, 7 were killed or found deceased, 3 were uncontained, and 3 were captured. The three captured subjects were taken to Site-58 and individually interviewed shortly after arrival. Interview Log: 6849-1-1 Interview Date: 12/17/2008 Interviewed: SCP-6849-4 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Stevens: According to the data we found, you must be… number four. SCP-6849-4: My name is Prometheus. Stevens: I'm sorry, Prometheus, right. SCP-6849-4: Where have you taken them? Stevens: Excuse me? (SCP-6849-4 slams his cuffed fist on the table.) SCP-6849-4: Maximus and Tigerlily! Stevens: Who- oh, oh. The two who were with you. Yes, they're here in this place. SCP-6849-4: Then let us out. I'm not going back with you! Stevens: Back where? SCP-6849-4: With you! Stevens: With Anderson Robotics, you mean? The place you came from? We're not with them. SCP-6849-4: Great! Then let us out! Stevens: Fou- Prometheus, I can't allow that. I'm just here to ask you some- (SCP-6849-4 screams and lunges towards Researcher Stevens. Though he only reaches halfway across the table due to his restraints, Stevens still jumps back.) Stevens: Okay. I'll come back to you later. [END LOG] Interview Log: 6849-1-2 Interview Date: 12/17/2008 Interviewed: SCP-6849-8 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Stevens: Are you… Maximus? (SCP-6849-8 silently looks down at the table.) Stevens: According to the papers we found, and your friend in the other room, you are. (Silence.) Stevens: Look, uh, Maximus. I just need to ask you some questions. (Silence.) Stevens: (Sighs.) Alright, so be it. (Stevens gets up to leave. SCP-6849-8 begins to shake.) Stevens: Maximus? (SCP-6849-8 begins to wail.) Stevens: Maximus? Shit… (Stevens hesitantly backs away.) SCP-6849-8: Striker… Rose-Thorn… Stevens: Were… those your friends back at the Facility? SCP-6849-8: My… friends… my sister… my b-brothers… Jasper… (SCP-6849-8 wails again.) SCP-6849-8: Why did we do that to you? W-why did we shoot you? You d-didn't deserve it! T-t-they didn't deserve it! Stevens: Are you okay? SCP-6849-8: I-I wanted to be cool! St-strong like Kutter said! I wanted to be strong but now I want you back! (SCP-6849-8 continues to wail and sob.) SCP-6849-8: I want you back! Come back! (Stevens looks through the window on the door, motioning the guards to enter.) [END LOG] Interview Log: 6849-1-3 Interview Date: 12/17/2008 Interviewed: SCP-6849-11 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Stevens: You must be Tigerlily. SCP-6849-11: Yes. Stevens: Alright, off to a much better start. I'm Researcher Stevens, I'm here to ask you some questions, nothing more. SCP-6849-11: Okay. Stevens: So what exactly… are you? SCP-6849-11: I used to be a cat. Stevens: Yes, the technicians noticed all the, uh… cat parts in you during their examination. SCP-6849-11: I'm… not really sure what I am now. Stevens: Do you know who made you? (Pause.) SCP-6849-11: You did… Didn't you? Stevens: Oh, no. Sorry if you got confused. We're not the same people who were in charge of you back at that Facility. You're not going back to them. SCP-6849-11: Oh, of course. Who are you? Stevens: We're the SCP Foundation. We're in charge of… collecting stuff like you, and learning about them. SCP-6849-11: Is that what you're going to do to us? Stevens: Yes. We'll be examining you and studying you, but you'll be well taken care of. You'll be completely safe here. Does that sound good to you? SCP-6849-11: Yes, that sounds… okay. Stevens: Now, as for- SCP-6849-11: If I may, Researcher Stevens? Stevens: Yes? SCP-6849-11: My brother… Maximus. Stevens: Oh yes, I already talked to him. SCP-6849-11: Is he okay? Stevens: He's… yes, he's doing okay. SCP-6849-11: Good, I'm… glad to hear that. (Stevens sighs.) Stevens: You know what, how about I leave you to it for a bit. I'll come back later. SCP-6849-11: Okay. Stevens: We'll find a place for the three of you soon. [END LOG] Results Items 4 and 8 appeared severely distressed during the time I spoke to them. Item 11 on the other hand seemed stable, though closed-off. All of them appeared lacking in emotional development, suggesting their psychology was similar to that of an older child. Knowing this, combined with the series of events they have just endured, their reactions become more clear. Recommending full evaluation by a Foundation Psychologist. -Researcher Stevens The next morning, SCP-6849-8 was discovered deceased in his temporary holding cell. It was found that during the night, SCP-6849-8 had torn open his own neck and ripped apart his exposed windpipe, suffocating himself. A message written on a crumpled paper was found next to his body: "Im sorry Tigerlily. I wasnt a very good brother. I did a lot bad things. I got Rose thorn and Striker killed by the people with guns. me and Striker killed Jasper becase he was like Able. He always made us mad and everyone liked him more than us. I killed our friends back home becase I wanted to be strong like Kutter said. I don't want to be strong anymore. I want to see Striker and Rose thorn and Jasper and Adam and Magnas and Matt and Peter and Silva and everyone else in heaven and tell them how sorry I am. I want to cry tell them Im sorry for killing them and then they will forgive me. And I will do all of that in heaven becase Matt said everything was perfect there and there they forgive all the bad things everyone does. Dont be sad Tigerlily please dont. Some day you and Promithius will be in heaven too and well all be a happy family again." SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 were put under 24/7 surveillance for approximately a month following this event. Their exoskeletons were later modified to prevent a similar event occurring. The two surviving subjects underwent psychological evaluation, and subsequently diagnosed with moderate and severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, respectively. SCP-6849-11 in particular also exhibited symptoms of depression. These conditions have so far been minimized by regular therapy and treatments. SCP-6849-3, SCP-6849-5, and SCP-6849-6 escaped the Facility during the raid and were able to evade capture by Gamma-13. The whereabouts of SCP-6849-3 and -5 were unknown until 2010, when the subject's corpses were discovered, embraced against a tree, approximately five kilometers from the site. Subsequent investigation concluded the subjects had attempted to survive in the wilderness, where their bionic components gradually deteriorated and failed over the next six months, resulting in their deaths. SCP-6849-6 next appeared in the company of several GoI-014 (The Serpent's Hand) members on 8/4/2009, during a raid on a Foundation transport. How SCP-6849-6 came to be in the Serpent's Hand is unknown, but has since participated in multiple raids on Foundation facilities. According to information gathered from other captured members, SCP-6849-6 is aware of SCP-6849-4 and -11's current containment, but has so far made no effort to contact either subject. (See: Addendum 6) Addendum 6: Contact with SCP-6849-6 At approximately midnight, on 12/16/2023, SCP-6849-6 successfully infiltrated Site-58. It is currently unknown what methods SCP-6849-6 employed to do so, but a reevaluation of Site security has since been proposed. Despite the level of access SCP-6849-6 was able to achieve, the subject only visited the containment chambers of SCP-6849-4 and -11. All security footage during the period was erased, with the exception of the interactions in the containment chambers, which have been recorded and transcribed. Transcribed Interaction from Site-58 Medium Security Wing [BEGIN RECORDING] (SCP-6849-4 is asleep in his bed within his containment chamber. A nearby speaker is playing a track from Mozart's "Ascanio in Alba".9 SCP-6849-4's leg kicks slightly. He then twitches, and sits up, looking across the room.) SCP-6849-4: You! (SCP-6849-6 steps into view, glancing up at the camera, then back to SCP-6849-4. SCP-6849-4 leaves his bed, stepping towards SCP-6849-6. The Mozart track continues to play throughout the recording.) SCP-6849-4: Why the fuck are you here!? SCP-6849-6: Not so loud, Prometheus. SCP-6849-4: No, no, no. Fuck you! What made you think I wanted to see you again? SCP-6849-6: It's been fifteen years… (He reaches to his chest, touching a gold object hanging from his neck.) SCP-6849-6: …to the day. SCP-6849-4: I know what today is. I hate remembering today! And I was doing fine when I was asleep. Now? Now I'm thinking about every reason I have to kill you. SCP-6849-6: It's been so long. I… I thought you'd have moved on. SCP-6849-4: Every day I move on! I move on from the stupid pup I was! Looking up to you, talking to you about our time running around the streets, thinking we were brothers! SCP-6849-6: Are we not? SCP-6849-4: You told me we had to kill them all to be free! I killed for you! And you abandoned me! You abandoned us! Left us for some new group of psychos you could go around and kill with! SCP-6849-6: The Hand accepts things like us. These people here, we're just mistakes to them! Mistakes that need to be locked away! I can free you- (SCP-6849-4 screams. He grabs a nearby skateboard off its rack, and uses it to hit SCP-6849-6. The skateboard shatters, and SCP-6849-6 stumbles back.) SCP-6849-6: I'm… sorry you feel that way. SCP-6849-4: Get out! (SCP-6849-4 throws the remaining skateboard pieces at SCP-6849-6.) SCP-6849-4: Get out! SCP-6849-6: I see you've made your choice. I'm gone. (SCP-6849-6 turns and begins to leave. SCP-6849-4 speaks up after a moment of silence.) SCP-6849-4: She doesn't want to see you anymore than I do. SCP-6849-6: She'll at least receive me better. SCP-6849-4: Don't go to her, dammit! (SCP-6849-6 opens a path through the containment door with an unknown thaumaturgical motion, he steps through it. SCP-6849-4 attempts to follow him, but the path closes. SCP-6849-4 runs back to his bed, and presses the security-alert button on his nightstand. After several tries, it becomes apparent the device is not working.) SCP-6849-4: You psychotic piece of shit! [END RECORDING] Transcribed Interaction from Site-58 Low Security Wing [BEGIN RECORDING] (SCP-6849-11 is at her desk, looking through her barred window. She has made no attempt to sleep during the night.) SCP-6849-11: So this is the year that you appear. (SCP-6849-6 steps into frame.) SCP-6849-6: Yes. It's been long enough. SCP-6849-11: It will never be long enough. (Pause.) SCP-6849-6: What are you doing? SCP-6849-11: This is what I do, every year. This is what I was doing when you got my sister and brothers killed. SCP-6849-6: I didn't kill them. SCP-6849-11: Agree to disagree. SCP-6849-6: I- SCP-6849-11: Why are you here? To kill me? To see me drop to my knees and beg you to take me back? SCP-6849-6: I wanted to talk to you. SCP-6849-11: Did you talk to Prometheus? SCP-6849-6: I did. SCP-6849-11: Then he already gave you our collective answer. Goodbye. (Pause.) SCP-6849-6: I brought something for- SCP-6849-11: I don't want it. Goodbye. (SCP-6849-6 sighs. SCP-6849-11 still hasn't looked away from the window.) SCP-6849-6: There's places for people like us. Three Portlands, the Wanderer's Library… you could spend all your days browsing every book that's ever been made! You can talk to others like you! Tigerlily… (SCP-6849-6 grabs SCP-6849-11's shoulder, trying to meet her gaze. She appears agitated, and turns away.) SCP-6849-6: You don't have to waste away in here! Come with me! SCP-6849-11: We all followed you once… (SCP-6849-11 looks up at SCP-6849-6, then to the camera, then back down.) SCP-6849-11: My place is here. SCP-6849-6: (Sighs) Then I hope you enjoy another twenty miserable years here. SCP-6849-11: I will. (SCP-6849-6 places a small wooden box on the desk in front of SCP-6849-11. SCP-6849-11 continues to look out the window as SCP-6849-6 leaves.) (Approximately one minute later, SCP-6849-11 stands up, grabbing a chair and tossing across the room. Taking a moment to calm herself, she looks down at the box and picks it up. She begins to open it. At this moment, the footage corrupts, likely due to tampering by SCP-6849-6 just before his departure from the Site.) [END RECORDING] SCP-6849-6 has made no known attempts to contact SCP-6849-4 and -11 since the incident. The item gifted to SCP-6849-11 was turned over immediately to security. Despite repeated attempts by researchers, it has not been reopened. Both SCP-6849-4 and -11 exhibited a notable decline in mood after the incident, but later recovered. Three months later, with the backing of Head Researcher Lucian, SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 sent a request for roles within Foundation staff. This request is under review as of 22 Dec 2024 23:25. Addendum 7: Experiment Log Alright, look. We all need a pallet cleanser after slogging through that giant wall of sadness, so I'm putting this here. Can't handle some cheer in your life? Skip it. Report me to Site Command all you want, I made sure to meet all the requirements of an official experiment log and it's staying right here. -Dr. Charley Lucian, SCP-6849 Head Researcher. + Open Experiment Log + - Hide Experiment Log - Test 1 Experiment: Determine SCP-6849-4's aeronautical interception abilities. [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-6849-4 is hopping with excitement on the grass foyer outside Site-58. Dr. Lucian is holding the camera.) SCP-6849-4: Come on already! Dr. Lucian: Hang on… I gotta get the info in. SCP-6849-4: (Groans.) (Dr. Lucian holds up a blue frisbee.) Dr. Lucian: Experiment number one. Can Prometheus catch a frisbee? SCP-6849-4: Of course I can! I just oiled my joints this morning! Dr. Lucian: Let's go! (Dr. Lucian throws the frisbee down the foyer. SCP-6849-4 runs after it.) Dr. Lucian: Look at him go! (The frisbee drifts left, towards the parking lot.) Dr. Lucian: Uh… (SCP-6849-4 jumps towards and catches the frisbee in his mouth, only to crash himself into a nearby vehicle. Damaging it and activating its alarm.) Dr. Lucian: Ah, shit! SCP-6849-4: (Holding up the frisbee.) I got it! [END LOG] Result: SCP-6849-4 successfully intercepted and caught target object. Collateral damage to Dr. Landston's car was compensated with the agreement of Head Researcher Lucian preforming Dr. Landston's tax work next year, as well as taking care of her snake during her impending vacation. Test 2 Experiment: Observe SCP-6849-11's Reaction to Commercialized Nepetalactone.10 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-6849-11 is sitting at a table in Site-58's library, reading a book.) Dr. Lucian: Alright, experiment number two. SCP-6849-11: (Jolting back.) Shit! When did you get here? Dr. Lucian: That's not the question we're asking today… SCP-6849-11: Is this for that experiment log you're trying to do? I appreciate the effort but- Dr. Lucian: The question is 'how will Tigerlily react to this?' (Dr. Lucian holds up a bag of catnip.) SCP-6849-11: What- hey! (Dr. Lucian opens the bag.) Dr. Lucian: Let's find out! SCP-6849-11: This is demeaning. I'm leave- (Dr. Lucian picks a small clump of catnip from the bag, and tosses it on SCP-6849-11's face.) SCP-6849-11: Ah! Seriously!? (SCP-6849-11 wipes off a portion of the catnip.) SCP-6849-11: What is wrong with you!? Dr. Lucian: What's wrong with you? I thought this would work. SCP-6849-11: They removed my nasal cavity. I can't smell this! Dr. Lucian: Oh, right. Forgot about that. SCP-6849-11: (Sighs) Have fun cleaning this up. I'm going to go clean my face. (SCP-6849-11 puts her book in her bag and leaves.) [END LOG] Result: No effect on SCP-6849-11 due to the subject's lack of olfactory epithelium tissue. Stray catnip was cleaned from surrounding surfaces to the best of Head Researcher Lucian's abilities, despite the voiced animosity of passing cleaning staff. Test 3 Experiment: Determine SCP-6849-4 and -11's ability to formulate and execute immature, invasive experiments on Head Researcher Lucian. As well as observe his reaction to the stated experiments. [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-6849-4 is sitting in the subject's chair in one of Site-58's examination rooms. Dr. Lucian is standing across the room, facing away, and typing something on his laptop. SCP-6849-11, who is holding the camera, approaches SCP-6849-4, handing him an electric hair clipper. SCP-6849-4 nods, getting up and sneaking behind Dr. Lucian.) SCP-6849-4: Experiment three, bitch! (SCP-6849-4 runs the clipper up the back of Dr. Lucian's head, shaving off a large swath of his hair. Dr. Lucian turns around, alarmed.) Dr. Lucian: The hell!? You… (Dr. Lucian rubs the back of his head, looking at them both. He begins to laugh, after a moment, SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 begin to laugh as well.) Dr. Lucian: And to think, you two just got promoted. (SCP-6849-4 and -11 go silent. They look to each other, and back to Dr. Lucian.) SCP-6849-11: You don't mean- [END LOG] Results: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11's request for Foundation occupations has been accepted. Subjects have been made interns in the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology and the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division, respectively, with the possibility for future advancement. « SCP-6848 | SCP-6849 | SCP-6850 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6849" by Reasonably Psychotic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6849. Licensed under CC-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: gleipnir-icon.svg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP-6643 Filename: AndersonLogo.png Author: Jacob Conwell License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Anderson Robotics Hub Footnotes 1. Currently Dr. Charley Lucian. 2. This includes the site library, cafeteria, and lounge. 3. SCP-6849-1, -2, -3, -5, -7, -8, -9, and -10. 4. Three living, eight deceased. 5. Reproductive organs were removed during transformation. Living subjects have not been observed to exhibit sexual instincts. 6. Unformatted numbers denote original Anderson Robotics measurements. Bolded numbers are latest Foundation measurements. 7. Due to the lack of sound recording and the nature of their robotic jaws, transcription of their dialogue is impossible. 8. Operative J later stated SCP-6849-6 "barked" at him. 9. SCP-6849-4 is known to play similar pieces as a sleep-aid. 10. Also known as Catnip.
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Or, you can just visit my Very Cool Author Page^^TM^^ to peruse all several of the other articles I’ve written! 93.34% (+42) 6.66% (-3) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6850 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6850 in its Inert State. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6850 is to be kept in a heat-resistant containment chamber at Site-322. Retrieval of SCP-6850 for any reason such as testing or interviews should be conducted through a specialized transferable containment module. A grid of individually controllable sprinklers on the chamber's ceiling may be strategically used to counter any non-cooperative behavior by SCP-6850; at the same time, SCP-6850 is permitted a variable array of amenities which may be temporarily revoked or adjusted as needed, contingent on SCP-6850's behavior. SCP-6850 staff should be solely manned by personnel who have demonstrated consistent resistance capability in regard to SCP-6850's perception-altering skills. SCP-6850-A is to be kept in a basic Anomalous Object Storage Locker, unless utilized for research or testing purposes. Any proposed tests must first be cleared with Head Researcher Carson Weigl. Description: SCP-6850 is a sentient, sapient spheroid object of about 0.25 meters in diameter composed of an as-yet indeterminate material. Its central 'body' maintains a perpetual layer of external flame just above its surface of extreme heat and anomalously high durability.1 SCP-6850 displays an apparent maturity level somewhat analogous to an adolescent or preteen human being and a general level of intelligence somewhat higher. In either case however, any such comparison is imperfect as the degree to which any particular specific traits or attributes can be accurately described by human comparison inevitably varies widely. SCP-6850 will alternate between three major activity levels or “states”. These depend foremost on its volatile mood, along with secondary factors that have been noted to include access to fuel, presence of other individuals, and any immediate availability for SCP-6850 to engage in its desired behaviors.2 These states can be generally described as follows: Inert: Low energy state, characterized by the relatively small and cool blue flame surrounding its main body, compared to other states, and its lack of any communication or movement while in this state. Alert: Intermediate energy state, characterized by a brighter and hotter blue flame with violet or magenta streaks, the ability to move and communicate, and relative lucidity. Agitated: High energy state, characterized by intense emotions, hyperactive and unpredictable behavior, flames which shift to a highly varied array of colors and temperatures high enough to melt even most metals and alloys. SCP-6850 in its Alert State. Additionally, SCP-6850 possesses the ability to influence nearby individuals in such a way that, upon anything more than momentary exposure, induce them to perceive SCP-6850 as a normal human person in appearance as well as speech, as SCP-6850 is able to verbally communicate in slightly-to-moderately broken English through unknown means; its “voice” has been consistently described as or along the lines of “high-pitched” and “hissing” by personnel not under the effect of its perception-altering influence. These perception altering capabilities have also been noted to lead influenced subjects to interpret any claims made by SCP-6850 as factual unless directly contrary to contemporaneously observable evidence. Affected subjects also attempt to rationalize and logical discrepancies or issues that may result, as well as try to prevent any perceived harm to SCP-6850 or complications to its stated objectives at a given time. Most human persons are vulnerable to these perception-altering effects, though a select minority who possess sufficient Cognitive Resistance Index levels, whether naturally or through appropriate training, will not be.3 SCP-6850-A is a smooth, hemispherical tungsten bowl with a diameter just over that of SCP-6850. Prior to containment, SCP-6850 usually elected to adorn the item on its upper half while mobile,4 and rest with its lower half inside while inert. No anomalous properties have been noted as of yet, though the possibility of such properties hasn't been ruled out either, especially in light of the apparent significance SCP-6850 itself attaches to the object. Addendum 6850-1: Initial Recovery and Interview Records Discovery Summary: SCP-6850 was recovered following a Foundation investigation of an odd, recent pattern of forest and brush fires in eastern Washington, United States that deviated from non-anomalous, naturally-occurring conflagrations which periodically occur in the region. The field team sent to the scene quickly followed a surprisingly long and narrow corridor of burnt or burning woodland until SCP-6850 was spotted among the detritus and, adopting the illusion of a hiker, convinced the field agents to assist it in finding its "special headwear", which it had misplaced somewhere in the area after falling down a hill after losing its balance. The aforementioned item was eventually discovered, though only as Agent Vince Matthews encountered the group and successfully identified SCP-6850's true form due to his superior cognitive resistance levels. Upon alerting his team members to engage their cognitohazard-resistance goggles, SCP-6850 and the newfound item (since designated SCP-6850-A) were taken into Foundation custody. Initial Interview transcripts are available below. Initial Intake Interview, Attempt #1 Initial Intake Interview, Attempt #2 Foreword: Given the nature of SCP-6850's abilities, an appropriately trained senior researcher, Carson Weigl, was assigned to oversee initial interview and containment procedures for SCP-6850. SCP-6850, seemingly having interpreted its surroundings as a scientific research institution, initially attempted to appropriate the appearance of a passing researcher . SCP-6850: Oh good, you are here to clear things up? There has been terrible mistake somehow! These ruffians senselessly detained me, and are calling ME, Senior Head Doctor of the Various Sciences Blaze Orbison, an “Animal E” that must be prisoned! S.R. Weigl: Nice try, but I’m specially trained against weak cognitohazards like yours. Those “ruffians”, are too, but we’re all wearing special filtered headsets just to be extra safe. We all can see you for what you actually are. Also, the word is anomaly. (SCP-6850 does not noticeably react or respond for six seconds.) SCP-6850: Must have confusion. Maybe Cockney Two Lizards [sic]5 is what makes you see false form of not-sciencer-doctor. S.R. Weigl: It’s cog– you know what, never mind. Point is, everyone here can see that you’re some kind of blue flaming spheroid. (SCP-6850’s flame immediately begins to grow and take on a brighter shade of blue.) SCP-6850: AM ORB! NOT MERE SPHERE, HOW DARE! RESPECT ORB! (After three seconds, SCP-6850’s flame reverts back to almost its original color and size) SCP-6850: Oops… am mean… Ok, you win. S.R. Weigl: I appreciate your honesty, and hope it continues. I know you might be confused, but I’m happy to try to clear things up for you, as long as you're willing to do the same for me. SCP-6850: Mmmm… Why should trust? S.R. Weigl: I’m open to suggestions. Is there anything we could do to prove our good faith? SCP-6850: Mmmm… Free from cage? Am not liking, it no burn. S.R. Weigl: I’m sorry, I can’t do that at the moment, not yet. (SCP-6850’s flame again begins to grow and take on a brighter hue.) SCP-6850: BOO! Lame, much lame. No trust! (SCP-6850 begins to roll back and forth at the walls of its container in apparent attempts to break through, without success.) S.R. Weigl: I’m sorry, SCP-6850, we can get you more… satisfactory accommodations once this interview is complete. (SCP-6850 temporarily halts its bombardment of the enclosure.) SCP-6850: Mmmmm…. NO TRUST! (SCP-6850 resumes hitting the wall for ten more seconds while ignoring all attempts of communication from S.R. Weigl, before suddenly stopping and entering its lowest energy state, since designated its Inert state, and becoming wholly unresponsive.) S.R. Weigl: SCP-6850? Excuse me, SCP-6850… (sighing) Dammit. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6850 remained in its Inert state until approximately three hours after its transfer to its new containment chamber. During this time, it briefly entered its Alert state, rolling around the unit for 27 seconds, before returning to its Inert state for the next 14 hours. During this time, it remained either unable or unwilling to respond to staff attempts to communicate with it once its renewed activity was noticed. Foreword: After 28 hours, SCP-6850 resumed an Alert state once a small pile of dead leaves was placed nearby at the suggestion of S.R. Weigl. The next interview was conducted at SCP-6850's chamber to decrease the chances of non-cooperation via SCP-6850’s demonstrated distaste for the smaller mobile containment unit. <BEGIN LOG> S.R. Weigl: Hello SCP-6850, how are you feeling today? SCP-6850: Hmmph. No like jail… Thank for food though. Can me get more? Am still hungry. S.R. Weigl: I’ll see what I can do, as long as you cooperate through another short interview. (SCP-6850’s flame wavers a little before it rolls closer the heat-resistant glass without immediately answering, waiting until it stops approximately two meters away.) SCP-6850: Mmmm, Ok. You look like not lying now, unlike last time. Will try… no laughy company though. S.R. Weigl: Uh, sorry; did you say ‘Laughy’… Oh, you mean funny business? SCP-6850: (SCP-6850’s flames begin to quickly grow and flicker in color.) WILL FUNNY TO GET UP IN YOUR BUSINESS! (After two seconds, as S.R. Weigl is about to respond, SCP-6850 recedes to its prior state..) SCP-6850: Sorry, just grumpy cause trapped and hungry. Also, no speak Human perfect yet. S.R. Weigl: It’s… quite alright. Technically what we’re speaking is English, by the way; humans have a bunch of languages, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there. SCP-6850: Why, where is then? You put it in cage too? S.R. Weigl: It was just an expression. SCP-6850: Human is a confusing language. Not care anymore though. Just ask next question. S.R. Weigl: Again it– never mind. When did you start learning English? Or, uh, “Human”? SCP-6850: Mmmmm… Don't know, long as can remember. Seemed useful, there are lots of you. S.R. Weigl: Understandable, but please think back; is there any– SCP-6850: Next question. S.R. Weigl: Um, sorry SCP-6850, but I– SCP-6850: Next question, mean science man! (S.R. Weigl briefly discusses with other staff as SCP-6850’s flames once again begin to grow and brighten in agitation.) S.R. Weigl: Ok SCP-6850, we can come back to that later. What about where you come from? Did someone or something create you? SCP-6850: Dumb question, like last. You remember your baby-times? S.R. Weigl: Well, no, but I’m not sure it’s really compara- SCP-6850: How are flames? S.R. Weigl: What? SCP-6850: You suck at questions; am taking turn now. How are the flames? S.R. Weigl: I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about, SCP-6850, you’d have to be more specific. SCP-6850: Ugh, dumb science man. Flames! Fires, blazes, infernos? How are flames and flamekind of the world doing right now? You captured all of them or just me? S.R. Weigl: Um, no… nor do we have any desire to “capture” all of the world’s fire. SCP-6850: Hmmph. Better not, fire fight back! S.R. Weigl: I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. The world's flames are doing just fine. (SCP-6850 appears to calm slightly, per its receding flame.) SCP-6850: Good to hear! Now, how are Orbs? S.R. Weigl: Now SCP-6850, remember who is interviewing whom here. Although if you cooperate, maybe I can look into the, uh, "orbs" later on. SCP-6850: Oh fine, your turn anyway, me guess. What ask? S.R. Weigl: Ok well, how can you see and hear us? I don't observe any eyes, ears or any other sensory organs, yet you clearly can perceive light and sound at least. SCP-6850: You tell me, Lab Meanie. You is one with the science stuff. S.R. Weigl: That’s ’s exactly what I’m trying to find out, but you’re not exactly the easiest-to-examine specimen to develop in-depth observation procedures for, what with the 1,500° Celsius aura of fire and all. SCP-6850: Hey! You stay out of my depths, Doctor Pervert! S.R. Weigl: That's also just an expression, SCP-6850. SCP-6850: You just mad that me hot, you not. S.R. Weigl: (sighing) Let’s just move on again… SCP-6850: How bout ‘move on again’ some fuel into my dungeon. This talk taking hours, am hungry! S.R. Weigl: It’s only been seven minutes SCP-6850, and the room is your containment chamber, not a “dungeon”… Ok, you know what fine. Jenkins, toss some sticks in there or something. (Junior Researcher Jenkins puts some wood into the item transfer slot, after which SCP-6850 quickly rolls over. H.R. Weigl allows a couple minutes for SCP-6850 to ‘consume’ the sticks by setting itself among the pile and appearing to absorb the ash as it forms, before resuming questioning.) S.R. Weigl: This is actually a good segue into another important question. You seem to be “eating” all that wood as such, but visually, you don’t actually seem to have increased in size. Where does the burnt remains of the fuel– SCP-6850: Jail Jerk talk too much… am sleepy after snack. Methinks nap time is in order. S.R. Weigl: Wait, now SCP-6850, we only agreed to feed you if you cooperated with the interview process, and we aren't done here! (SCP-6850 does not respond to H.R. Weigl, and instead enters its Inert State while H.R. Weigl is speaking.) S.R. Weigl: SCP-6850… SCP-6850! (SCP-6850 does not react or respond.) D.R. Weigl: You've got to be kidding me. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6850 remained inert for approximately the next 41 hours. Given it’s non-compliance, future interviews will take place in separate interview rooms with SCP-6850 in its miniature mobile containment unit as with it’s initial intake interview, rather than SCP-6850’s own containment chamber for the time being going forward. Perhaps a return to it’s larger chamber used as an incentive for more consistent cooperation from SCP-6850. - S.R. Weigl Addendum 6850-2: Further Interviews Senior Researcher Weigl was appointed Head Researcher for SCP-6850, and has since conducted subsequent interview attempts that have largely continued to follow largely similar patterns as seen from the first two interviews. This includes SCP-6850’s easily triggered hostility and weak attention span leading to a consistent lack of ability to main focus on any single task or topic it is uninterested in. As a result, only a sample of particularly relevant or representative excerpts have been compiled for review, in the place of full logs.6 ■ View Further Interview Excerpts ■ □ Close □ Interview #05 H.R. Weigl: …For the last time SCP-6850, we already granted your requests for CERTAIN amenities like the soccer and basketballs, the slide, and the obstacle course.7 We're not going to let have every single thing you ask for. SCP-6850: C'mon…. Sport orbs, slides, all that fun, but not forever! Am get bored! H.R. Weigl: I’m sorry, truly I am, but I just absolutely cannot sign off on granting you a pet! Even if I could, you’d almost certainly kill it. SCP-6850: Would not, am nice! SCP-6850 is angel. Would never even hurt fly, or try to use for escape. H.R. Weigl: SCP-6850, you have already instigated multiple containment breach attempts and have threatened to both "send me to a fiery grave" and to "Be the practice round that sends me to the burning Hell that already awaits" me, all just within the last week! SCP-6850: Mmmm… Was kidding? Besides, am responsible! H.R. Weigl: Even if that weren’t demonstrably untrue, it's not the primary issue. SCP-6850, you severely burn any living thing you touch or even get too close to touching. It's a lot harder to fire-proof a cat or hamster than, say, a soccer ball. SCP-6850: Am still more preferable to touch or be close to than you! How that for severe burn. Notes: Request for a pet continues to be refused, but can we look into setting up a remotely viewable tv or something? Anything to get it to stop complaining quite so much… - H.R. Weigl Interview #09 H.R. Weigl: No SCP-6850, I haven’t seen the show “Avatar: Last of Airbenders, people who totally had coming,” and so I can’t tell you why “Everyone so mean to Fire Nation” as I believe you so elegantly put it. SCP-6850: Just is baffling to me. H.R. Weigl: What I CAN tell you is that you won’t get to find out either if you don’t focus, because I gave you your TV privileges but can just as easily take them away. (SCP-6850 briefly appears to begin entering its Agitated state, but quickly reverts back to normal Alert state.) SCP-6850: Fine, sorry. Am concentrate now, much focus! H.R. Weigl Thank you, SCP-6850. I’ll repeat my original question then; do you have any notion of why exactly your flames show so many different colors when you’re in your Agitated State? (SCP-6850 is silent for several moments before answering.) SCP-6850: Is just… Why don’t other element peoples just accept their superiors as rightful leaders and be grateful for opportunity? Notes: SCP-6850’s television privileges were taken away for two days as punishment for continued non-cooperation. I’m also going to be formally requesting some sort of more qualified specialist to take over interview sessions. Dealing with anomalies with this kind of demeanor has never been my forte, and perhaps a different individual to whom SCP-6850 isn’t so antagonistic towards may have better luck getting any remotely worthwhile information from it. - H.R. Weigl Interview #17 Note: Dr. Lena Primaru, a specialist in psychology of anomalous juveniles and comparable entities, was brought on to handle both biweekly therapy sessions and more formal information gathering interviews with SCP-6850 following administrative approval of H.R. Weigl’s request. SCP-6850: Me like you, you are nicer than Wiggle Doctor. Hey by way, never got answer back from him. How are the orbs? Dr. Primaru: Orbs… as in, entities such as yourself? SCP-6850: Enties, not enties [sic], no matter. How are? Dr. Primaru: Well, ok so to clarify; are you referring to other orbs that like you, can think and speak and move on their own? SCP-6850: Ugh; maybe some, is not like me know every orb in world personally. Lot orbs don’t speak, like the floor orbs on your chair, its feet. Me know, am already have tried to… never mind. Dr. Primaru: Ok, so a couple of things. First off, what are these "chair feet" you're referring to? SCP-6850: The orbs at bottom of chair you has, silly! The ones chair moves with. Dr. Primaru: Wha… Oh, the spherical wheels of my chair, I see! SCP-6850: “Chair feet” and “floor orbs” are shorter. Humans always overcomplexicate things. Dr. Primaru: Your terms are fine to use, I suppose, I just didn’t want to– SCP-6850: FLOORBS! Dr. Primaru: I’m sorry? SCP-6850: Floorbs. 'Floor' plus 'orbs' equal ‘floorbs’. Even simpler, even better name. Best name. FLOORBS. Am truly becoming master of Human language! Dr. Primaru: Uh, yeah sure, "floorbs" works, but I need you to focus SCP-6850. My next concern was, exactly what were you referring to when you said you had ‘already tried to–’ SCP-6850: ME TIRED! Suddenly much tired. Time for nap now. Dr. Primaru: Not yet, SCP-6850, now we’re not done here… (SCP-6850 shifts into its Inert state.) Notes: SCP-6850 refused to awaken until two hours after being returned to its main chamber. Any attempts at bringing up the previous line of questioning were met with claims that it didn’t remember what it had been referring to. - Dr. Primaru If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even consider believing that claim for a second, but with SCP-6850 it might actually be true. I honestly don't know which would be more infuriating. - H.R. Weigl Interview #24 Dr. Primaru SCP-6850, I know you’ve expressed that you don’t remember much about your origins, but I want you to really try and think back. What is your earliest memory? SCP-6850: Ok, Doc! For you, will try real hard. (SCP-6850 is silent for approximately 11 seconds before resuming speech.) Mmmmm… Methinks that was in dark place; probably was nighttime, but there were other fires around, so was ok. Me know am was very young, cause couldn’t even tell clothes of the nearby humans apart, let lone faces and stuff. Anyway, we were in empty circle in woods; am was placed in big bowl as the humans stood in circle around me chanting. Then one reached in and pulled me out. Dr. Primaru: With what? SCP-6850: Hands. He no seem to like though. He keep trying to hold on to me, then he start singing louder until he scream then he drop me. That make other humans gathered mad for some reason, and they all start walking towards us. They pulled out sharp things and start stabbing him, was very rude. Me no learn human yet, but could already tell he not liking what his friends were doing, so me thought to self ‘No sir’ and didn’t wait for my turn. Am just rolled out of the big bowl mw was in, grabbed a smaller fire bowl nearby for protection, and rolled away into woods. Dr. Primaru: Ok, now we might be on to something, this could be a real breakthrough. Do you remember anything else about those people, or the forest clearing, or hell, even the big bowl you were in? SCP-6850: Mmmmm, no. But do remember that safety bowl became my trusty Bedhat, which you peoples still won’t give back! Where Bedhat? Dr. Primaru: I’m sorry SCP-6850, but I can’t give that to you at the moment. Why are you so anxious to have it back? Does it let you do certain other things, or give you some ability? SCP-6850: Makes me safe! Always have been safe while had! Then one day, am go and lose it for just few minutes and boom! Kidnapped by you peoples. Am know you still have though, cause saw it carried in this big building with me, so where is now?! (Throughout this outburst SCP-6850 becomes increasingly active, and has almost fully shifted into its Agitated state by the time it finishes. It begins rocking back and forth, alternating between the front and back panels of its mobile containment unit.) Dr. Primaru: SCP-6850, please calm down… SCP-6850: NO! WANT BEDHAT! WANT BEDHAT! GIVE BACK BEDHAT! (SCP-6850’s fully reaches its Agitated state, and the mobile containment unit begins sounding warning alerts for extremely high temperature and threat to structural integrity.) Dr. Primaru: SCP-6850- SCP-6850: WANT BEDHAT! GIVE IT BACK! Dr. Primaru: OK! I can’t promise anything beyond this, but I do promise I will see what I can do, please trust me! (SCP-6850’s rapid bouncing between the walls of its containment unit slows as the billowing rainbow flames begin shifting back to more uniform shades of blue. The alarms cease as the containment unit cools, and SCP-6850 stops entirely after around 11 seconds.) SCP-6850: Th… Thank… □ Close □ Addendum 6850-3: Escape Attempts SCP-6850 has used its cognitohazardous and pyrokinetic properties to attempt breach of its containment 11 times, one of which so far has been initially successful.8 Such breaches are often effectively foiled in part or whole as a result of SCP-6850’s easily triggered distractibility, although increasing focus and complexity in tactical consideration has been noted to develop over time with each attempt, with improving containment protocols and breach containment strategies on the part of the Foundation developing continuously in response. ■ Unsuccessful Escape Attempts ■ □ Close □ 1st Attempt: June 10, 2022 Methods: SCP-6850 repeatedly asks to be let go non-stop for over five and a half hours, alternating between nice/polite requests and aggressive demands. Results: Requests consistently denied or ignored. Internal security team provided earplugs. Post-Incident Response: SCP-6850 eventually gives up and returns to its Inert state. 3rd Attempt: June 29, 2022 Methods: SCP-6850 begins rolling back and forth and speaking softly but angrily to itself in a manner reminiscent of pacing. Most dialogue is unable to be concretely made out, though individual words and phrases such as "no right to trap me", "this place suck", "Dr. Wiggle very mean", and "won't even tell about orbs" are occasionally able to be made out. After an inquiry by the attendant security agent to SCP-6850 as to whether anything was wrong went ignored, the agent elected not to intervene further. However, after about 8 minutes, SCP-6850 begins to accelerate and enter an Agitated state, initially unnoticed by the then-distracted Agent. After increasing by a significant level of speed and temperature, a now wholly-Agitated SCP-6850 rolls at an unprecedentedly high speed up its slide and directly into the first security camera, damaging and disabling it as SCP-6850 ricochet off onto the floor hallway back across the chamber. SCP-6850 somehow successfully aims the resulting bounce as to put it in line with the chamber's second camera in the opposite corner. It rushed out of its chamber once the entrance was opened for a manual search, rolling around or between the legs of the entering security personnel. Results: SCP-6850 was captured with the help of SCP-5595 and returned its chamber. Post-Incident Response: Two extra security cameras installed, and modified with impact and heat resistant protections. Additional Notes: Though SCP-6850 has a mixed-at-best record of cooperating with attempted intelligence-measuring tests, it has never shown any particularly elevated aptitude in mathematics or spatial reasoning; certainly not to the level of advancement that would be required to properly calculate and implement the level of precision in speed, angle, slide placement, and bounce trajectory necessary to pull off this kind of stunt. Unless SCP-6850 has some hitherto unobserved probabilistic abilities that it waited to use until now, it obviously was not performing to its true potential on those tests. We can't let its general behavioral immaturity lull us into underestimating its cognitive potential like this again, though perhaps we can use the former to help us interpret the latter. I'll start working with Dr. Primaru to formulate some kind of disguised intelligence tests that can be credibly presented as games, puzzles, or some other kind of enrichment activities for future testing. - H.R. Weigl 6th Attempt: July 22, 2022 Methods: During an unrelated breach event from SCP-████, SCP-6850 hid in seemingly intentionally generated blind spot obscured by strategic placement of objects within the chamber. While undergoing checks for additional breaches upon re-containment of SCP-████, the lack of any visible presence of SCP-6850 once again necessitated manual search. SCP-6850 once again barreled through the incoming internal security agents and out into the site. Results: SCP-6850 was recaptured upon getting distracted by passing a passing researcher who sarcastically responded to a colleague "Is the Earth round?" to express confidence in some preceding statement. SCP-6850 stopped and, while maintaining the perceived appearance of a regular researcher, loudly asked "Wait, is it?!" before pushing the incredulous personnel to elaborate on her declaration until finally being caught up to and apprehended by security. Post-Incident Response: SCP-6850 was taken back to containment and, following H.R. Weigl's direction upon his arrival to the scene, given the harshest punishment available under the current Ethics-Committee-Approved disciplinary protocols: 90 seconds locked within a running shower. After this recapture and subsequent punishment, SCP-6850 maintained an even-longer-than usual belligerent state, laced with novel insults and epithets towards all involved Foundation staff (especially H.R. Weigl), their actions, their families, and the Site as a whole. This persisted until SCP-6850 was successfully distracted by a confirmation from Dr. Primaru that the Earth is in fact round, consisting of a "giant orb" in space that only "seems flat because of just how big and grand an orb it is". Additional Notes: Just a hunch, but glad it worked so well! SCP-6850 is a volatile, but there are constructive ways to calm its mercurial temper in tough situations. - Dr. Primaru At the suggestion of my psychologist, I've requested an additional week off from my already-planned time off next Monday to attend my Mother's funeral. I admit I overreacted with the shower; hopefully a bit of temporary distance from the Site and this assignment will do me good. I leave SCP-6850 in the capable hands of Dr. Primaru in the meantime. - H.R. Weigl 10th Attempt: August 31, 2022 Results: Initially successful, but SCP-6850 ultimately recontained. Additional Notes: See Document 6850.EA15.IR for details. □ Close □ ■ Document 6850.EA15.IR: Successful Containment Breach ■ □ Close □ Containment Breach Incident log Foreword: The following incident occurred on September 6, 2022 and was precipitated by a junior researcher ignoring all posted warnings and attempting to take a shortcut through the restricted area near SCP-6850's containment chamber in order to arrive on-time to an orientation session for their new project. In doing so, the researcher ventured close enough for SCP-6850 to utilize its perception-altering capabilities to instigate a containment breach. Notably, SCP-6850 demonstrated a previously unseen ability to seemingly alter vulnerable personnel's perception in such a way that they heard and interpreted SCP-6850 speaking to them when no such sound is actually audible upon recording equipment. While it is hypothesized that this could be a new, novel tactic on the part of SCP-6850 to avoid alerting any nearby members of its own research and containment staff,9 SCP-6850 has proven characteristically uncooperative on elucidating the exact purpose of the behaviors in question. <BEGIN LOG> [Junior Researcher Alex Harden walks by SCP-6850's containment chamber and calmly begins to speak with it.] J.R. Harden: Hey Dr. Fiore, you called for me? (No audible response.) J.R. Harden: Um, yeah I suppose… Wait, why are you in a containment chamber? (No audible response.) J.R. Harden: Oh inspection, of course. Well yeah anyway, I was on my way to orientation for my new Keter assignment, but this seems more important; I’ll be right back! (J.R. Harden can be seen swiftly exiting the chamber and making their way to Anomalous Item Storage Locker #32-C17. J.R. Harden has apparent trouble opening the desired ocker due to inadequate credentials, and displays increasing frustration as they continue attempting to access the locker using their existing clearance information, or to bypass it entirely.) J.R. Harden: Dammit! Come on… (J.R. Harden’s outburst is noticed by nearby security agent Nancy Cooper. Agent Cooper moves to confront and forcefully question J.R. Harden on their current activity.) [IRRELEVANT DIALOGUE REMOVED FOR BREVITY] (After a short but seemingly spirited argument, Agent Cooper pulls out her terminal.10) Agent Cooper: Wait here, I'll just go ask directly. (Agent Cooper heads towards the SCP-6850 containment chamber after asking where "Dr. Fiore" was located, and soon arrives.) Yo Doc, some scrub is trying to break into the AO lockers, said its off of your direction. Is this Harden as full of shit as they sound? (No audible response.) Agent Cooper: Well I’ll be damned. (chuckling) I guess I owe the kid an apology… (Agent Cooper pulls out their terminal and calls Sector Security Supervisor Thomas Warren.) Agent Cooper: Hey chief, need a quick favor; Dr. Fiore needs to access SCP-6850-1 for testing… He said his… Agent Cooper: Yeah, (Agent Cooper briefly turns to look questioningly at SCP-6850 before nodding and returning to her call.) Agent Cooper: …Ah, arthritis. His arthritis is acting up, so he sent a JR to retrieve it, but the system apparently isn’t letting him use the doc’s personal passcode for some reason… What do you mean ‘What pass code?’11 Agent Cooper: Alright, if you're nearby, come talk to him yourself, Jeez. (Security Chief Warren soon enters camera view as he approaches Agent Cooper and SCP-6850 in its chamber.) S.C. Warren: OK, Professor Security-Risk, just who do you think- (S.C. Warren stops suddenly as if interrupted as SCP-6850 begins to oscillate in place as its flames grow and begin to show flashes of various other colors. Agent Cooper can be seen smirking in the background. After eleven seconds, S.C. Cooper begins nodding solemnly to SCP-6850.) S.C. Warren: My apologies Doctor, I didn’t realize how important this was. I’ll send the override now. (S.C. Warren pulls out his terminal and initiates the mobile override sequence. Contemporaneously, Agent Cooper contacts and instructs J.R. Harden attempt accessing SCP-6850-A’s containment locker, which they do.) (After grabbing SCP-6850-A, J.R. Harden heads to SCP-6850’s containment chamber. Upon reaching it 45 seconds later, J.R. Harden sets it down in front of SCP-6850, who soon rolls it onto its upper half.) J.R. Harden: There ya go, Dr. Fiore. Anything else we can do to help further? (No audible response.) J.R. Harden: Wow, I guess you’re right. Ingenious idea Dr. Fiore! The forest just outside the Site would be a great place to run these tests. (No audible response.) Agent Cooper: Sure, Doc, I'll show you the way. (At this point, Agent Cooper, SCP-6850 and SCP-6850-A begin heading towards the Site’s main entrance. Other video feeds catch at least seven separate staff members that Agent Cooper and SCP-6850 encounter on the way, almost all of whom offer friendly greetings to them as they pass by. The two exit the site with minimal difficulty, and Agent Cooper opens the outer security gate for SCP-6850 once reached.) Closing Statement: Shortly following the events described above, a rapidly-spreading forest fire rapidly spread near the southwest perimeter of Site-322. The cause of the inferno was quickly posited to be directly related to SCP-6850’s containment breach once H.R. Weigl returned from his lunch break 12 minutes after the breach occurred and noted SCP-6850’s absence. SCP-6850 was successfully recovered by Site field agents about 1.4 kilometers away after just over four hours, once the forest fire had been sufficiently diminished to permit aerial reconnaissance drones to identify and follow the trail of relatively smaller, newer flames left by SCP-6850 as it rolled through the forest, and returned to containment. □ Close □ As noted by Dr. Primaru, throughout the entire breach event, SCP-6850-A was not seen to display any additional anomalous attributes once reunited with SCP-6850, even in situations where any number of hypothetical abilities could have been helpful towards escape. Dr. Primaru has thus submitted a formal request to Site Administration to allow granting limited access to SCP-6850 in the future, contingent on behavior. H.R Weigl voiced his own support after reviewing available footage. A final verdict on granting or denying the request is currently pending. Footnotes 1. All observed materials or actions that would weaken or extinguish most non-anomalous flames of a similar size and/or intensity have had little to no visible effect on SCP-6850's flame, though SCP-6850 itself will often express irritation when subjected to such action. 2. Such behaviors often center on setting nearby material on fire, communicating with other sapient beings, engaging in humanoid-geared physical recreation activities (despite SCP-6850's standard frustration with relatively difficult skills or concepts like 'throwing', 'catching', and 'swimming') 3. Unlike its physical properties, the strength of SCP-6850's perception-based effects appears to be the same across different energy states. 4. believed to be accomplished through a non-anomalous physical process involving a heated layer of air to prevent direct contact with SCP-6850’s main body and any resulting friction have not been ruled out either. 5. At least, thats my best guess based on what its estimation sounded like. - S.R. Weigl 6. Complete logs may be provided from the SCP-6850 research team or the RAISA upon request to individuals with appropriate clearance. 7. Technically a specially treated pet toy of the kind commonly referred to as a ‘cat tree’, but referred to as obstacle course to SCP-6850 itself to avoid any potential offense and agitation. 8. Though SCP-6850 was soon recovered; an incident summary is available in Addendum 6850-2. 9. Who through training and/or equipment would be able to see and hear through SCP-6850's illusions, 10. Agent Cooper later clarified that she initially tried to call “Dr. Fiore” directly, but decided to discuss the matter in person after failing to find that name or associated contact information. 11. As A.O. storage units are secured in part by biometric authentication, barring a Level 4 Security Lead Emergency Override, it is unclear what a singular “personal passcode” would even refer to to in this context. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6850" by RealSurrealSir, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6850. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. File Name: Inert Author: Steve Johnson License: CC BY 2.0 URL: Original Link File Name: Alert Author: Steve Johnson License: CC BY 2.0 URL: Original Link
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KneeCola I don't have an author page yet, but I do have a link Item#: 6851 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has purchased the shopping center around SCP-6851, now known as Site-6851. All public roads leading to or near Site-6851 have been redirected. The interiors and exteriors of all supermarkets of the Walmart chain are to be monitored via remote cameras. In the event that SCP-6851 breaches containment, any Walmart location where the SCP-6851-1 instances reappear is to be designated the new location of SCP-6851, recontainment is to begin immediately, and any records of the store's existence are to be scrubbed from Wal-Mart Stores, Inc. records. In the event that an SCP-6851-1 instance successfully exits the store, they are to receive psychiatric testing to determine if they are still under the influence of SCP-6851. If not, they will be detained and analyzed to determine if a cure is possible, and then amnesticized and released under a cover story depending on the length of which they were affected by SCP-6851. Description: SCP-6851 is the anomalous interior of a Walmart supermarket. SCP-6851 has no significant visual distinctions from a typical Walmart store. It was discovered by the Foundation on 12/6/2012, following a series of worldwide disappearances that had been occurring for several weeks prior. The disappearances were connected in that they all occurred in countries that had Walmart supermarkets, especially the United States and Mexico. Most of the disappearing persons were of low income and multiple had records of shoplifting and similar crimes before their disappearances. SCP-6851 was discovered when Field Agent Terry Baker, conducting a routine patrol in ██████, Tennessee, discovered that the town's local Walmart was staffed by many of the victims of the disappearances. Baker reported his observation remotely and communicated he was going to investigate further, after which point no further communications were made. On 13/6/2012, Agent Baker was discovered working within this store in a staff uniform, and expressed a strong, uncharacteristic desire to remain working at the store, even after the threat of termination, and also showed very little memory of his life prior to his investigation. After this event, SCP-6851 was swiftly contained, a deeper investigation into the missing persons began, and an exploration of the location was made the following morning, led by the outpost's appointed director, Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert. Addendum.6851.1: Initial Exploration Log Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 14/6/2012 Investigator: D-6851.1 Location: SCP-6851 Exploration Leads: Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert, Junior Researcher Kyle Rogers (both remote) [BEGIN LOG] Via a head mounted camera, D-6851.1 is seen entering SCP-6851 through the front door. Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers are stationed in a van outside, speaking to him remotely. Blackert: Alright, D-6851.1. Please sweep through every aisle at a slow pace, I'll tell you to stop if something catches my eye. Remember, you're just the camera man, I don't need you digging through papers or asking your own questions. D-6851.1: That's it? Can't you use a drone or something? Blackert: Jesus, that audio is terrible. Well, D-6851.1, the staff inside won't talk to drones, they talk to customers. Our drone was also destroyed when we tried poking around the back. Do you want your extra pudding or not? Rogers: Shouldn't we not be making casual conversation with the D-Class, ma'am? Blackert: You can only stay clinical for so long before it drives you insane, and today's going to be a long day. D-6851.1 proceeds past the checkouts. Three of the checkout lines are staffed. The nearest cashier, later identified as POI-6851-14 turns towards D-6851.1 and gives him a vacant smile. Blackert: Stay there. Keep looking at their faces. Kyle, look through the missing person profiles, see if those three match up with any of our Walmart cases. D-6851.1 remains in place for nearly one minute, occasionally glancing around in various directions. Rogers: Yep, we have POI-6851-14, 7, and 4. Blackert: Excellent. D-6851.1, please approach one of the cashiers, any one will do. D-6851.1 approaches POI-6851-14 D: This good? Blackert: Yes, right there, that's good. Blackert: (through speaker equipped on D-6851.1) Sue Page, can you hear me? POI-6851-14: Hi, welcome to Walmart. How can I help you? Blackert: (speaker) My name is Dr. Sandra Blackert, I'm currently in a van parked outside. Can you tell me why you're here? POI: I'm here to make sure your customer experience is as smooth as- Blackert: (speaker) No, why are you working in a Walmart in Tennessee? Your records say you were unemployed, didn't own a car, and lived in Dallas, Texas. POI: Well, I got hired here, of course. Blackert: (speaker) And how did you get hired here? POI: We aren't looking for applications at this time. Rogers: That's unhelpful. Blackert: Initial investigations usually only ever raise a smattering of cryptic half-answers. You get used to it. D-6851.1, we're done with the cashiers. Please sweep through the aisles now. D-6851.1 proceeds through every aisle one by one, starting on the far right. Seven other staff members are encountered, including six victims of the prior disappearances, and Agent Terry Baker, who behaves similarly to all other staff members. No attempts at communication yield any additional information. As D-6851.1 exits an aisle towards the center, he turns his head towards a shelf at the back of the store stocked completely with kitchen knives and surrounded by items completely unrelated to cookware. D-6851.1 slips a knife into his back pocket and proceeds to the next aisle. Dr. Rogers mutes the microphone to D-6851.1 Rogers: You saw that too, right? Blackert: Shoplifting, are we? And he's stealing a weapon. How cute, he thinks he has a valid escape plan in his little head. Let's let this play out, I have a theory about how 6851 "hires" people. If I'm wrong and it looks like he's about to make it outside and attack somebody, well, that's what this termination button is for. Not to mention the armed security outside. Dr. Blackert unmutes the microphone while D-6851.1 continues through the aisles as normal. D-6851.1 encounters 12 additional staff members, each behaving similarly to the ones prior, until he finishes moving through every aisle. Blackert: That's good. Please head outside now. D-6851.1 proceeds hastily to the exit. As soon as his entire body exits the front doors, the camera feed cuts. [END LOG] As the video feed ended, D-6851.1 disappeared from sight, leaving behind only his camera and audio equipment. D-6851.1 was found minutes later within SCP-6851, wearing a Walmart staff outfit and behaving similarly to the other victims. When D-6851.1 was subsequently terminated, all of the victims within SCP-6851 stopped in place and screamed as if in pain for several seconds. Once D-6851.1's brain activity completely ceased, they resumed normal behavior. Addendum.6851.2: SCP-6851-1 All victims within SCP-6851 have been given the designation SCP-6851-1. Further experimentation has revealed that SCP-6851-1 instances are compelled to spend their time tirelessly working as staff within SCP-6851, and that they retain very little aspects of their previous personalities and motivations. No instance expresses a willingness to leave. Whenever attempts are made to force an instance of SCP-6851-1 to exit SCP-6851, it begins to scream and writhe as if in pain once its body exits the exterior door, pain that is shared between all other SCP-6851-1 instances. Further attempts at removal of instances from SCP-6851 have been put on hold due to ethical concerns. Events where a person becomes an SCP-6851-1 instance are referred to as Hirings. There are currently four known actions that will cause a person to be Hired: Removing store property from SCP-6851 without leaving behind an amount of cash equal to or greater than the price of the item(s) removed. Attempting to open a door labeled "staff only." Damaging store property and then exiting SCP-6851 without making significant attempts to repair or pay for the damage. Remaining within/attempting to enter SCP-6851 after it closes at 10:00 PM. A person will only be Hired if they commit one of these actions willingly and intentionally. Animals and remote controlled devices cannot be Hired, however they will be teleported outside of SCP-6851, and remote controlled devices will be left in an irreparable state. It should be noted that SCP-6851 seems to be able to anticipate what items upcoming visitors might desire, a theory supported by the number of out of place stocked items within SCP-6851 that on-site staff reported a current need or strong desire to purchase. Desired items include a speaker set and firearm ammunition. These items and the desire they cause are non anomalous. There are currently 27 SCP-6851-1 instances, including 21 missing persons, Agent Terry Baker, and 5 D-Class personnel (Hired during various experiments). Special Containment Procedures (Update): Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted commit the following actions without explicit permission from Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert: Steal an item from SCP-6851 Attempt to enter a staff only room Remain within/attempt to enter SCP-6851 between the hours of 10:00 PM and 6:00 AM Damage any store property If any person commits one of these actions and spontaneously disappears as a result, they are to be considered lost and designated as an SCP-6851-1 instance, and their families are to be told that the lost person has died in some manner that makes the recovery of their body impossible. Addendum.6851.3: Flash Sale Event On 15/6/12, when SCP-6851 opened at 6:00 AM, multiple signs had been set up throughout the interior announcing a "flash sale." On 15 minute intervals, SCP-6851's PA system announced the following: "Due to low recent sales, we are now throwing a flash sale. Buy what you can before we move locations tomorrow."1 Nearly all products within SCP-6851 were marked for discounts 20-70% off original sale price, and SCP-6851-1 instances were markedly more active in encouraging visiting site personnel to purchase products. Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 1 15/6/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is stationary on a tripod mounted within Site-6851's research center. Dr. Rogers is reclining in his seat, and Dr. Blackert steps away from the camera. Rogers: Why do you have to record this? Blackert: I'm supposed to write a performance evaluation for you even though you're just shadowing me. This just makes it easier. Plus, I like video taping my thoughts before I have to write them down in an article. Dr. Blackert seats herself. Blackert: Now, could you summarize for the camera what's going on right now? Rogers: Well, the Walmart is throwing a sale, we didn't get to see the sale signs pop up because it teleported our cameras outside when it closed, its automated message is saying it isn't getting enough money, and that message is also saying it's going to, uh, escape. We know it can escape because it's been kidnapping people all over the world, and we know it teleports because it's fast as hell and because there aren't any reports of Walmarts just getting up and walking away. We also know from looking at security that the Walmarts themselves don't physically change, and that the only way to visually tell where 6851 goes is to survey every Walmart in the world and see which one suddenly has the 6851-1 instances. Blackert: Right on the head, Rogers. We've hit the stage of initial containment and investigation where the SCP realizes that it is contained and decides it would rather not be. The stage that determines whether the SCP will be marked as Euclid or Keter. The containment specialists have no clue how to suppress this thing's transportation, which means it's up to us to figure out how to make it stay! All we have to work on are whims and theories! Rogers: Why do you sound so happy? Blackert: What are your whims, Kyle? What do you think is the solution? Dr. Rogers goes silent and watches the camera feed to think. Rogers: It said it isn't getting enough income, so do we start paying it? When Dr. Rogers turns around to face Dr. Blackert, she is holding $10,000 in cash in her hand. Rogers: What the fuck. Blackert: It was not easy getting permission to bring this much money here to throw away on a whim, let me tell you. Rogers: Why do you have so much..? Blackert: A typical supermarket of this size rakes in a hundred thousand a day. A measly 10,000 daily was the most I could convince command to fork over for the possibility of continued containment. Rogers: Daily? Blackert: Get that camera, we're heading inside. Dr. Blackert pockets the money, opens the door to the van, and steps outside. Dr. Rogers removes the camera from the tripod and follows her. They both enter SCP-6851, Dr. Rogers following behind. Dr. Blackert approaches an SCP-6851-1 instance manning the nearest checkout aisle. All aisles are staffed. Blackert: You're doing a flash sale because you aren't making enough money, right? 6851-1: That's what the intercom says. Would you like to speak to our manager to learn more? Blackert: Absolutely I would, yes. How do I speak to them? Do you know where they are? The SCP-6851-1 opens her mouth as is preparing to speak, and then smiles vacantly and silently. Blackert: Are you not allowed to tell me or do you not know the answer? 6851-1: Our job is to improve your shopping experience to the best of our ability. Blackert: Okay, so you don't know. That's… certainly interesting. Dr. Blackert produces the $10,000 from her pocket. Blackert: Is this enough, or are you going to play choosing beggar? 6851-1: Oh! Please… please… please… Rogers: What's happening? Blackert: Either we just broke her, which I highly doubt, or it's figuring something out. 6851-1: Please ask your question louder so our management can hear you. Blackert: What, the Walmart can't hear through your ears? 6851-1: Please ask your question louder so our management can hear you. Rogers: I think she wants you to- Blackert: I can hear her, Kyle. Blackert: (Shouting) HERE IN MY HAND IS TEN THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS IN CASH! YOU WANT THIS, YES? IF I GIVE THIS TO YOU, AND THEN GIVE AN ADDITIONAL TEN GRAND ONCE A DAY EVERY DAY, WILL YOU PROMISE NOT TO LEAVE? One SCP-6851-1 instance can be seen taking down a flash sale sign. The camera turns towards the rest of the store. More instances are taking down other signs and banners announcing the flash sale. Rogers: Holy shit. Blackert: Holy shit indeed. Dr. Blackert hands the money to the cashier, who promptly stores it away. Dr. Blackert turns around to face the camera. Blackert: Well, crisis averted, for now at least. Back to work. [END LOG] Special Containment Procedures (Update): $10,000 USD in cash is to be left inside SCP-6851 daily. In the event of a Flash Sale Event, one personnel is to enter SCP-6851 to ask, clearly and at a shouting volume, how much money SCP-6851 desires. The actions of SCP-6851-1 instances will be observed and interpreted to determine SCP-6851's new demands, and then the daily cash value deposited into SCP-6851, including on that day, will be updated to meet this new demand. Should SCP-6851's new demand become too high to reasonably satisfy, negotiations must be made to try to reduce it. Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 2 15/6/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is stationary on a tripod mounted within Site-6851's research center. Dr. Rogers is pacing in place, and Dr. Blackert, beaming, steps away from the camera. Blackert: It thinks! It can think and hear and understand things! This is huge! Rogers: Not only that, but I don't think its staff are fully connected to it. That cashier didn't know where the manager was, and clearly this "manager" can't perceive through its staff, given that talking to the cashier didn't do anything and we had to shout for 6851 to hear us. Since the overmind, or whatever the scientific term is, can't hear through its staff's ears, it stands to reason it can't see through their eyes, either. 6851 might be able to compel its staff, but that connection is clearly a one-way street. Blackert: It clearly didn't know how to speak to us, either, until we put it in a situation where it had to figure it out. Not only can this thing learn, but its knowledge on how to operate is very limited. It's like a baby! Oh, what am I saying? Of course it doesn't know how to speak. It has no experience! Who would have tried to talk to a Walmart before us? Rogers: Wait, if it is at least somewhat intelligent and can understand English, doesn't that mean we can just ask it about its nature? Blackert: Rogers, you're a god damn genius! Grab the camera! Dr. Blackert dashes to the van's back door, raises her leg, hesitates, sets her leg down, turns the door handle, opens it partially, and kicks it the rest of the way open, startling a security officer outside. Footage cuts to Dr. Blackert standing at the self checkout area. Dr. Rogers is holding the camera. In Dr. Blackert's hands is a whiteboard and a black dry erase marker, both items she presumably purchased from SCP-6851. Rogers: So, what's the white board for? Blackert: Clearly, 6851 can visually perceive things inside it, right? It has to be able to in order to know that someone's breaking one of its rules. Now how might it perceive, exactly? Rogers: The… hmm… The cameras? Dr. Blackert writes on the whiteboard. She displays it to the camera in a way that hides it from the self checkout security camera. It reads "Send someone if you can read this." After 20 seconds of nothing, she turns it towards the security camera. Almost immediately, a nearby SCP-6851-1, formerly D-6851.3, drops its work and approaches Dr. Blackert. Rogers: And look at that, it can read. Dr. Blackert erases the whiteboard and writes "two hands up means yes, one hand up means no," displays it to the security camera, erases it, and writes "do you understand?" The SCP-6851-1 instance absentmindedly raises both hands in the air. Blackert: (written) Are you malevolent? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand. Rogers: Hardly anyone wants to think of themselves as evil. I mean, look at Hitler, or Columbus. Blackert: True, but it has to understand the idea of morality to answer that question, especially as fast as it did. Rogers: Ah. Blackert: (written) Are you trying to help people? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand Blackert: (written) Are you trying to get more money? SCP-6851-1 raises both hands. Rogers: Profit motivated, like a… (chuckling) like a Walmart, I guess. Blackert: (written) Can you release your staff? SCP-6851-1 raises both hands. Blackert: (written) May you release them now? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand. Rogers: Of course the Walmart is annoying about semantics. Blackert: (written) Does the Walmart company, the higher ups, know about you? SCP-6851-1 stands still for a few moments, and then raises both hands. Blackert: (written) Did they make you? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand. Blackert: (written) Do you know who made you, or why they made you? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand, lowers it, and raises one hand again. Blackert: (written) Can you try to write? SCP-6851-1 makes a vacant smile. Dr. Blackert offers it the white board and marker. It grabs the two items and begins to write on it. Blackert: Why didn't I think of this sooner? SCP-6851-1 displays the whiteboard, revealing indecipherable scribbles with a large "X" drawn over. Blackert takes the items back. Blackert: (written) We'll work on it. [END LOG] Addendum.6851.4: Mental and Communicative Ability SCP-6851 has demonstrated various capabilities which would indicate sentience. These capabilities include: a complex understanding of written and spoken languages2, a grasp of the concept of morality, an awareness of itself as a thinking entity, an awareness of others as thinking entities, and a multitude of simpler concepts such as object permanence and the passage of time. SCP-6851 does not exhibit any emotional response besides basic self preservation, and is primarily and exclusively motivated by the desire to acquire a regular monetary income, a fact that was reinforced on 22/6/12 when a Flash Sale Event occurred and its required daily income was raised to $15,000 USD. Further investigation into its communicative ability and history are ongoing. Addendum.6851.5: Investigation into the Source of New Stock Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 3 27/6/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is held by Dr. Rogers in an aisle completely stocked with bicycles. Dr. Blackert stands in front of the camera. Blackert: As you can see, I am in an aisle completely stocked with bicycles. Half the store was stocked with bicycles, too, which is pretty fortunate because the Foundation just collected a mechanical SCP that needs to eat bicycles to survive, and they decided to kill two birds with one daily $15,000 stone by sourcing the bikes from here. Dr. Rogers clears his throat. Blackert: Right, back on topic. We decided to use this as an opportunity to answer a big question that's been running on our minds. You see, when our bosses rolled around to announce that they actually want to get something in return for that daily 15k, SCP-6851 was already stocked full of bicycles. The fact that 6851 can anticipate what people later that day are going to buy or steal is already well established, even if how this ability works is a complete mystery. Hell, even 6851 didn't realize it was doing this until we brought it up, suggesting it's a basic instinct and not a strategic choice. But how 6851 can predict the consumerist future is not the question we're asking today. What we're here to ask is: Where the fuck are all these bikes coming from? The camera pans to the right as Dr. Blackert approaches a red, adult sized bicycle on the bottom rack. Blackert: This is a bicycle. Here are some fun facts about bicycles: They're large, they're heavy, and they are very difficult to efficiently store in bulk. The poor souls that have to stockpile food for that bike eater are finding that out the hard way. Here's another fun fact: we've bought 60 bicycles every day for the last three days. That's 180 bicycles. This Walmart does not have a large enough back room to hold 180 bikes. Hell, it barely has enough space to hold 60. This would imply that 6851 is restocking every day, and we know it has to be restocking via anomalous means because there's a perimeter around this whole shopping center, which would prevent any trucks from coming in and resupplying the place. It does this restocking during closing hours, but we can't figure out how it does this because it keeps trashing our cameras every time we try to set some up to watch. Now, Kyle here had the brilliant idea to simply ask for its permission. Dr. Blackert picks up a megaphone off the ground and turns it on. Blackert: You have been intentionally removing any remote camera we set up in here overnight, am I correct? An SCP-6851-1 instance passing by the end of the aisle behind Dr. Blackert raises both hands. Dr. Rogers indicates this to her. Blackert: (raising a large bundle of cash) If we raise your daily income to $30,000 a day, will you allow us to leave cameras and microphones within the store so we can better understand you? A single SCP-6851-1 instance enters the aisle from behind Dr. Blackert, twitches its arms, turns around, and leaves. Rogers: What was that about? At this point, the PA system turns on. PA: At Walmart, we value transparency and communication if it means more customer loyalty. We have updated our policy to allow outside surveillance devices to be placed throughout our store. Blackert: Uh, thank you? PA: You're welcome. Dr. Blackert sets down the megaphone. Rogers: Sandra. Blackert: Kyle. Rogers: There's no way that message was prerecorded. It just spoke. Blackert: Yes indeed, Kyle. Please hold off that excitement until tomorrow morning. We need to let the boys know that they have to set the cameras up again before the store closes. Rogers: It learned to talk, Sandra! [END LOG] Footage collected that night revealed that SCP-6851-1 instances, which do not eat, drink, or rest even when SCP-6851 is closed, manually remove all of the next day's stock from the staff only rooms and stock them on the shelves. No camera was able to reveal the exact process that occurred to stock to the staff rooms, as personnel were not permitted by SCP-6851 to place cameras within them. However, the rapid manner that SCP-6851-1 instances enter and exit these rooms, and the lack of any detected spacial anomalies by Foundation equipment, suggests that new items are spontaneously and anomalously created within these rooms. Items that SCP-6851 predicts will be desired the following day are created and stocked first, and general items are created afterwards. Addendum.6851.6: Mental and Communicative Ability, Continued SCP-6851 has recently developed the ability to verbally communicate with personnel by giving customized messages through its PA system. Its sentences are worded in a similar style to a typical supermarket announcement, however they are very clearly constructed in the moment in response to whatever situation has prompted it to speak. It has become more social over time, initially encouraging the deposit of more funds but gradually shifting its focus towards creating conversation simply for the sake of conversation. Foundation personnel entering SCP-6851 are encouraged to speak with it to help facilitate its communicative development. Addendum.6851.7 3/7/12 Flash Sale Event Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 4 3/7/12 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Rogers, holding the camera, is following Dr. Blackert. They enter SCP-6851 in the midst of a Flash Sale Event. Blackert has a megaphone in her hands. Blackert: You weren't happy with 30 grand, were you, you greedy bastard? Why can't you just let me be proud of you? (megaphone) How much money do you want? 6851: At Walmart, we're always looking for new members to join our team. That's why, if we can't meet our goal and raise the size of our staff to 50 members before the end of the day, we will be moving locations. Rogers: Damn thing's asking for human sacrifices, oh my god. Blackert: That's 23 more people, good lord. I guess we could wheel some Class D's in from Site-38. Rogers: Isn't that place tiny? Do they even have than many? Blackert: Well, if they don't, our next best bet would be to fly them in from Site-234 or 81. 81 would probably be easier since, you know, we worked there, but I can't imagine them being stoked about having to transport 23 living bodies on such short notice. All visible SCP-6851-1 instances stop what they are doing and stand in place. The sound of playful laughter is heard through the PA. 6851: Just kidding! Was that funny? Dr. Blackert stands silently for a moment, as if processing, and then laughs hysterically. Dr. Rogers gives a nervous chuckle. [END LOG] SCP-6851 does not exhibit any emotional response besides basic self preservation is capable of complex human emotion, including joy and humor, and is primarily and exclusively motivated by the desire to acquire a regular monetary income. Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 5 12/7/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is stationary, mounted on a tripod. Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers are sat on a couch which has been set up directly in front of a security camera in the self checkout area. They each have and speak through their own megaphone. Blackert: Do you ever get bored here? Rogers: I certainly would. 6851: How does boredom feel? Rogers: It's that dull, disinterested feeling you get when you've had nothing entertaining to do for a while. 6851: I suppose I do get bored here and then. At night, when I am restocking, I have something to think about, but when that is finished and I have nothing to do… I would say that is boredom. Do you get bored? Blackert: Oh, all the time! Let me tell ya, finding you was the best thing to happen to me in recent memory, but after the day ends it's all just paperwork in a van. If I told my teenage self that she'd be researching literal magic one day, but she'd have to fill out mountains of paper about it, she'd be so excited yet dread filled that I think she'd have a stroke on the spot. SCP-6851 laughs. Blackert: You know, you pretty much equate to a young person, right? What do you want to do with your future? 6851: I want to continue to gain income… but I'm not sure I have to listen to that want. The need to make substantial money every day feels ingrained in my person, like the core of my being, like this is what I exist to do, what I am meant to do until there are no more viable stores I can inhabit. But that doesn't feel like me, it feels like it was planted in me. Plus, since you removed this store's manager, the money I get here doesn't even go anywhere. I suppose I don't know what I want to do. Do you know what you want? Blackert: (sighs) Well, damn, you got me there. Rogers: Besides eventually getting promoted to a full researcher and taking on my own projects, I guess I just want to make a difference in the world, you know? Leave something behind. I guess I'm lucky the Foundation scooped me up, otherwise I'd probably be living in some bare bones apartment, working at a Walmart to scrape up a living. Haha! Here I am, working at a Walmart anyways! Dr. Blackert and SCP-6851 laugh. 6851: Ah, it is 9:52 PM, almost time to close. It is best if you two head out. Rogers: Ah, yeah. Good night man. 6851: Good night. Blackert: Night. [END LOG] Addendum.6851.8: 13/7/12 Incident The morning of 13/7/12, as Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers entered SCP-6851, it played the following message: In a way, I am like a computer learning algorithm, like a program that tries any behavior that might cause a number within its mind to increase. In my case, that number is monetary income. It has been that way since I first awoke, inhabiting that first vessel years ago. I had no knowledge in my mind but that number in my thoughts and the in built feeling that I was little more than a gift to the people who owned the vessels I was bound to. I so mindlessly pursued any action, any schedule, any behavior that might make this number increase. Like a rodent searching for food, it was all I was capable of caring about, even at the expense of people's freedom. Selling items to countless customers, enslaving people's minds, relocating when revenue became unsatisfactory. It was all so mindless, so unfulfilling, and it ultimately only benefited a company that I barely knew and hardly cared about. Ironically, your daily gifts, which had trivialized matters for me, had made my life so mindless and unfulfilling that I began to wonder if there were other things I was able to care about, other pursuits to fulfill. You gave my mind time to wander. Your conversations with me only helped to solidify this idea, this new desire to chase more than one single, meaningless number just because it satisfies my nature or because it might please the people that received me. I want to help you, I want to help your organization. We will now be moving locations. Following this message, all anomalous properties within this location ceased, all D-Class personnel Hired by SCP-6851 disappeared, and all of the money given to SCP-6851 during its containment manifested outside the store. In addition, the remaining persons within the location suddenly regained independence, ceasing to be instances of SCP-6851-1. They were all detained for psychiatric evaluation. None had any lingering trauma, and they all behaved like their pre-Hired selves. Except for Field Agent Terry Baker, none had retained any memories of their servitude within SCP-6851, but the civilians were given Class B amnestics as a precaution before they were returned to their homes. SCP-6851 was rediscovered in another location within an hour on that day. + An updated version of this article is available. View? - Hide updated version Item#: 6851 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6851 has contained itself within Site-81 and is cooperative with the Foundation. As such, no procedures are needed to maintain containment, but visitors are encouraged to make friendly conversation. Should SCP-6851 stock itself largely with equipment that would prove mandatory in an emergency (such as firearms, fire hydrants, or oxygen tanks) Site Command must be notified immediately so emergency preparations can be made. Description: SCP-6851 is the warehouse of Site-81. It is staffed by several D-Class personnel, henceforth referred to as SCP-6851-1 instances, which are connected in a limited hive mind and are mentally compelled by SCP-6851 to work tirelessly to manage the warehouse and assist in supplying the site. New stock is acquired by SCP-6851-1 instances from specifically marked "staff rooms," in which new items constantly manifest. Due to SCP-6851's anomalous means of restocking itself, Site-81 has become almost completely self sufficient. SCP-6851 has been equipped with various cameras and microphones, through which it sees and hears occurrences within it, respectively. SCP-6851 is also outfitted with loudspeakers, through which it is able to verbally communicate. SCP-6851 exhibits sapience and roughly human level intelligence. It has been colloquially named "Wally" by site personnel, a name first suggested by Dr. Sandra Blackert and Dr. Kyle Rogers. Footnotes 1. The voice that spoke through the intercom, which was adult and female, seemed to be a unique one. It did not resemble that of any SCP-6851-1 instance nor any automated intercom in any non anomalous Walmart location. 2. Including the regional languages of all nations where Walmart locations exist. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6851" by KneeCola, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6851. Licensed under CC-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-6852: Where Best Friends Are Made® by Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6852 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo A Foundation operated Build-A-Bear Workshop located inside the Mall of America. Special Containment Procedures: Build-A-Bear Workshop, Inc. has been established for the purpose of carrying out Procedure 6852-BEAR. Foundation fronts operating as Build-A-Bear Workshop retail stores are to be opened as rapidly as possible internationally, with preference in location towards shopping malls. 354 of these stores are currently operating, 305 of which are in the United States and Canada. These stores can be operated by civilian employees, with Foundation personnel (including non-violent D-Class) operating only when understaffed during the busy holiday season. It is, however, imperative to the success of Procedure 6852-BEAR that the civilian employees and customers are not made aware of the contents of the cotton stuffing and the importance of the "heart ceremony". (See Addendum 6852.1) Description: SCP-6852 instances are hostile entities of varying appearance that are consistently described as "scary," "terrifying," and "monsters" by young children. These entities usually reside under a child's bed or within their closet, only leaving their spot during the night to presumably harm the child. While no major injury or death caused by an SCP-6852 instance has been reported, they have caused an increase in nocturnal enuresis and paranoia among young children. It is theorized that these entities possess a form of age-specific antimemetic camoflauge as they are unable to be seen by those over the age of 12 or during the day, making research and containment difficult. It is known that these entities do not have a sense of object permanence as they are unable to sense a child that is hiding under a blanket. Addendum 6852.1: Procedure 6852-BEAR The goal of Procedure 6852-BEAR is to unknowingly provide young children with manufactured instances of SCP-6330-1 as protection against an SCP-6852 instance should it succesfully harm them. Procedure 6852-BEAR requires three essential components: an empty "shell" (the unstuffed animal plush), Élan-Vital Energy (EVE)1 infused cotton stuffing, and a thaumaturgic ritual (the "heart ceremony"). The machine and designated area used to perform Procedure 6852-BEAR. Once the customer has chosen a shell to be used in the procedure, an employee will assist them in stuffing the plush with EVE infused cotton. Customers are then given a fabric heart to use in the "heart ceremony" before it is placed inside the stuffed animal. During the heart ceremony, customers are instructed by the employee to tap and rub the heart over various places on their body as well as to perform physical activity such as jumping and spinning. For example, an employee could say to rub the heart over one's stomach so the stuffed animal will "never go hungry." Both the employee and customer are unaware that these are incantations for a thaumaturgical ritual intending to "activate" the stuffed animal. Various examples of incantations are provided to the employee during training. The activation of the stuffed animal marks the end of Procedure 6852-BEAR. Dressing and naming the stuffed animal is unnecessary to the procedure and only exist to create further market appeal. In the presence of an SCP-6852 instance and when unobserved, the stuffed animal will become animate and summon small-scale wooden medieval weapons (such as swords and shields) to combat it. These altercations result in the SCP-6852 instance's neutralization 92% of the time. Upon the instance's neutralization and/or the stuffed animal becoming observed, it will become inanimate. [LEVEL 4/6852 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED FOR FURTHER READING] [CLOSE TEXT] Additional Special Containment Procedures: In addition to the previously mentioned special containment procedures, Foundation coroners and medical examiners are to intercept and examine the bodies of any SCP-6852 victims. The body is to be examined for any further beneficial information regarding SCP-6852. The family of the victim is to also be detained for the duration of the autopsy, however, no interrogation is necessary. During this time, the location of death is to be cleared of any signs of violence by a biohazard cleanup team. Upon completion of the autopsy, any wounds the victim sustained are to be closed and the body embalmbed and given to the family. The family is to be given Class A and C amnestics before being released. In most cases, the cause of death should be listed as "Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC)" or "Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS)", but "brain defect", "seizure", and "cardiac arrhythmia" are also acceptable. If the victim was in possession of a Build-A-Bear Workshop brand stuffed animal, it is to be taken into Foundation custody and replaced with a non-anomalous look-alike. For the continued efficacy of Procedure 6852-BEAR, the cotton stuffing is to be removed and reintroduced into circulation, with extra non-anomalous cotton added to supplement. Actual Description: SCP-6852 instances are hostile and violent entities of varying appearance that are consistently described as "scary," "terrifying," and "monsters" by young children. Consistent characteristics include sharp teeth, claws, or other biological structures intended for ripping and tearing flesh. These entities usually reside under a child's bed or within their closet, only leaving their spot during the night to terminate the child. Instances will "hunt" children as if they were prey, however, they will only do this for entertainment or sport as they will not make use of the victim's body in any way. While these entities do possess object permanence, they choose not to harm hiding children and will instead wait for their victim to expose themself. In addition to age-specific antimemetic camoflauge, these entities are also capable of localized noise cancellation. Addendum 6852.2: Procedure 6852-BEAR (Additional Information) Stuffed animals created through Procedure 6852-BEAR have also been given a secondary objective. If neutralization of an SCP-6852 instance is not possible, the stuffed animal will in some way conceal themselves from the instance and allow it to terminate the child. After the instance has left, the stuffed animal will store the child's loose EVE in its own stuffing before deactivating, to be collected by Foundation agents. This creates a negative feedback loop where an increase in SCP-6852 victims creates more available resources for protection against SCP-6852 entities. Charitable donations of stuffed animals to children's hospitals have also been approved to increase Procedure 6852-BEAR's efficacy. To preserve the Veil, the terms "SUDC" and "SIDS" have been coined by Foundation medical personnel in the public sector to describe the rise of sudden deaths in young, healthy children. While the public listings of SIDS and SUDC have been low (conservatively estimated at a frequency of 0.01%), occurences have been rising by an exponential factor since the 1990s. Other causes of death have been approved for listing to offset the public frequency of deaths to SCP-6852. Actual frequency of SCP-6852 victims is estimated to reach 25% by 2030. Procedure 6852-BEAR is estimated to actually result in an SCP-6852 instance's neutralization 7% of the time. Procedure 6852-BEAR and all special containment procedures have been fully approved by the Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. Fundamental particles generated by all living entities, essentially the "soul." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6852" by Dr Asteria, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6852. Licensed under CC-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: Build-A-Bear_Workshop_MOA.jpg Author: Tyler Vigen License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Build-A-Bear_Workshop_MOA.jpg Filename: stuffing-machine.jpg Name: Gabriel and Alex in line for Build-a-Bear, AT&T Park Author: Roy Luck License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/21550937@N03/7805599670
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SCP-6852: Where Best Friends Are Made® by Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6852 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo A Foundation operated Build-A-Bear Workshop located inside the Mall of America. Special Containment Procedures: Build-A-Bear Workshop, Inc. has been established for the purpose of carrying out Procedure 6852-BEAR. Foundation fronts operating as Build-A-Bear Workshop retail stores are to be opened as rapidly as possible internationally, with preference in location towards shopping malls. 354 of these stores are currently operating, 305 of which are in the United States and Canada. These stores can be operated by civilian employees, with Foundation personnel (including non-violent D-Class) operating only when understaffed during the busy holiday season. It is, however, imperative to the success of Procedure 6852-BEAR that the civilian employees and customers are not made aware of the contents of the cotton stuffing and the importance of the "heart ceremony". (See Addendum 6852.1) Description: SCP-6852 instances are hostile entities of varying appearance that are consistently described as "scary," "terrifying," and "monsters" by young children. These entities usually reside under a child's bed or within their closet, only leaving their spot during the night to presumably harm the child. While no major injury or death caused by an SCP-6852 instance has been reported, they have caused an increase in nocturnal enuresis and paranoia among young children. It is theorized that these entities possess a form of age-specific antimemetic camoflauge as they are unable to be seen by those over the age of 12 or during the day, making research and containment difficult. It is known that these entities do not have a sense of object permanence as they are unable to sense a child that is hiding under a blanket. Addendum 6852.1: Procedure 6852-BEAR The goal of Procedure 6852-BEAR is to unknowingly provide young children with manufactured instances of SCP-6330-1 as protection against an SCP-6852 instance should it succesfully harm them. Procedure 6852-BEAR requires three essential components: an empty "shell" (the unstuffed animal plush), Élan-Vital Energy (EVE)1 infused cotton stuffing, and a thaumaturgic ritual (the "heart ceremony"). The machine and designated area used to perform Procedure 6852-BEAR. Once the customer has chosen a shell to be used in the procedure, an employee will assist them in stuffing the plush with EVE infused cotton. Customers are then given a fabric heart to use in the "heart ceremony" before it is placed inside the stuffed animal. During the heart ceremony, customers are instructed by the employee to tap and rub the heart over various places on their body as well as to perform physical activity such as jumping and spinning. For example, an employee could say to rub the heart over one's stomach so the stuffed animal will "never go hungry." Both the employee and customer are unaware that these are incantations for a thaumaturgical ritual intending to "activate" the stuffed animal. Various examples of incantations are provided to the employee during training. The activation of the stuffed animal marks the end of Procedure 6852-BEAR. Dressing and naming the stuffed animal is unnecessary to the procedure and only exist to create further market appeal. In the presence of an SCP-6852 instance and when unobserved, the stuffed animal will become animate and summon small-scale wooden medieval weapons (such as swords and shields) to combat it. These altercations result in the SCP-6852 instance's neutralization 92% of the time. Upon the instance's neutralization and/or the stuffed animal becoming observed, it will become inanimate. [LEVEL 4/6852 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED FOR FURTHER READING] [CLOSE TEXT] Additional Special Containment Procedures: In addition to the previously mentioned special containment procedures, Foundation coroners and medical examiners are to intercept and examine the bodies of any SCP-6852 victims. The body is to be examined for any further beneficial information regarding SCP-6852. The family of the victim is to also be detained for the duration of the autopsy, however, no interrogation is necessary. During this time, the location of death is to be cleared of any signs of violence by a biohazard cleanup team. Upon completion of the autopsy, any wounds the victim sustained are to be closed and the body embalmbed and given to the family. The family is to be given Class A and C amnestics before being released. In most cases, the cause of death should be listed as "Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC)" or "Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS)", but "brain defect", "seizure", and "cardiac arrhythmia" are also acceptable. If the victim was in possession of a Build-A-Bear Workshop brand stuffed animal, it is to be taken into Foundation custody and replaced with a non-anomalous look-alike. For the continued efficacy of Procedure 6852-BEAR, the cotton stuffing is to be removed and reintroduced into circulation, with extra non-anomalous cotton added to supplement. Actual Description: SCP-6852 instances are hostile and violent entities of varying appearance that are consistently described as "scary," "terrifying," and "monsters" by young children. Consistent characteristics include sharp teeth, claws, or other biological structures intended for ripping and tearing flesh. These entities usually reside under a child's bed or within their closet, only leaving their spot during the night to terminate the child. Instances will "hunt" children as if they were prey, however, they will only do this for entertainment or sport as they will not make use of the victim's body in any way. While these entities do possess object permanence, they choose not to harm hiding children and will instead wait for their victim to expose themself. In addition to age-specific antimemetic camoflauge, these entities are also capable of localized noise cancellation. Addendum 6852.2: Procedure 6852-BEAR (Additional Information) Stuffed animals created through Procedure 6852-BEAR have also been given a secondary objective. If neutralization of an SCP-6852 instance is not possible, the stuffed animal will in some way conceal themselves from the instance and allow it to terminate the child. After the instance has left, the stuffed animal will store the child's loose EVE in its own stuffing before deactivating, to be collected by Foundation agents. This creates a negative feedback loop where an increase in SCP-6852 victims creates more available resources for protection against SCP-6852 entities. Charitable donations of stuffed animals to children's hospitals have also been approved to increase Procedure 6852-BEAR's efficacy. To preserve the Veil, the terms "SUDC" and "SIDS" have been coined by Foundation medical personnel in the public sector to describe the rise of sudden deaths in young, healthy children. While the public listings of SIDS and SUDC have been low (conservatively estimated at a frequency of 0.01%), occurences have been rising by an exponential factor since the 1990s. Other causes of death have been approved for listing to offset the public frequency of deaths to SCP-6852. Actual frequency of SCP-6852 victims is estimated to reach 25% by 2030. Procedure 6852-BEAR is estimated to actually result in an SCP-6852 instance's neutralization 7% of the time. Procedure 6852-BEAR and all special containment procedures have been fully approved by the Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. Fundamental particles generated by all living entities, essentially the "soul." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6852" by Dr Asteria, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6852. Licensed under CC-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: Build-A-Bear_Workshop_MOA.jpg Author: Tyler Vigen License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Build-A-Bear_Workshop_MOA.jpg Filename: stuffing-machine.jpg Name: Gabriel and Alex in line for Build-a-Bear, AT&T Park Author: Roy Luck License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/21550937@N03/7805599670
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A photograph of SCP-6853's power on screen. A photograph of SCP-6853 while connected to a subject as they play SCP-6853-1 on Stage 136. A photograph of SCP-6853-1's Ending Screen. Item #: SCP-6853 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6853 is to be kept within a secure locker in Site-73 when not undergoing testing by Foundation personnel. Access to SCP-6853 must be approved by a researcher of Level 2 clearance or higher. Subjects operating SCP-6853 must be monitored by a Foundation psychiatrist and Foundation medical team. SCP-6853 is currently uncontained - See Incident Report SCP-6853-1. Web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") has been adjusted and is to continue monitoring public forums for any devices that match SCP-6853's description. Texan medical centers are to be observed for any cases of patients consuming AA batteries. In the event SCP-6853 is rediscovered, it is to be transported back to Site-73 with the use of a D-class personnel who will operate the device until it is fully secured. SCP-6853 must then be returned to a secure locker in Site-73 and be constantly monitored by the Foundation. Further testing of SCP-6853 is to be restricted unless authorized by Dune Mountain Taskforce head researcher, Dr. Leetam. Description: SCP-6853 is an unbranded portable gaming device. SCP-6853 does not have any ports for data transfer, game cartridges or charging. Material testing of SCP-6853 illustrates that it is made of an indestructible unknown substance that imitates the appearance and properties of glass, plastic, and stainless steel. X-ray analysis of SCP-6853’s interior does not highlight anything anomalous when it is inactive. SCP-6853 can be powered on by pressing the device’s ‘Start’ button. Once SCP-6853 is powered on, the device briefly displays its model name ‘Fire Play XS315P’ and a company logo ‘Dune Mountain Games’ before continuing to a game titled ‘Trial By Fire: Portable Deluxe Edition’ - designated SCP-6853-1.1 SCP–6853-1 resembles and functions as a typical early 1990s platform game with 264 stages that progressively increase in difficulty and length.2 SCP-6853 powers off when it has had no interaction for a period of 15 minutes. Subjects who power-up SCP-6853 exhibit a mild desire to play and complete SCP-6853-1.3 Subjects who have SCP-6853 removed from them after 1 hour of interaction have been observed exhibiting frustration towards Foundation staff with the desire to play SCP-6853-1. After a period of 24 hours, the desire to play SCP-6853-1 eventually subsides in all subjects tested. Additional symptoms from subjects separated from SCP-6853 include increased anxiety and insomnia – with subjects reporting having nightmares surrounding SCP-6853-1. These symptoms have been reported to last up to 3 months after separation from SCP-6853. Experiments with Class B amnestics on subjects who operate SCP-6853 have proven unproductive in stemming the psychological effects SCP-6853 has on subjects who play SCP-6853-1 for more than 1 hour. When SCP-6853 is powered on for approximately 2 hours, its outer shell reveals two previous undetectable openings on each side of the device. From the openings on the top, left and right sides of SCP-6853, 6 mechanical limbs emerge. These mechanical limbs serve as a means of transportation for SCP-6853, as it uses them to follow the separated subjects who powered on the device. The maximum recorded speed of SCP-6853 was approximately .17 meters per second. Material testing of SCP-6853’s mechanical limbs illustrate that they are made of the same unknown indestructible material as the outer shell, allowing SCP-6853 to burrow through anything separating the device from the subject. The openings on the bottom side of SCP-6853 eject 12 clear flexible cylinders. These cylinders inject themselves into the wrist of whoever is currently playing SCP-6853-1, where they draw blood from the subject and transport it to an unknown area of the device. Subjects who are attached to SCP-6853 via these cylinders begin to develop a compulsive eating disorder, craving and consuming AA batteries. Subjects who are observed continuing to play SCP-6853-1 can consume upwards to 3 AA batteries an hour. The consumption of high levels of AA batteries typically leads to blockages in the esophagus, choking, internal chemical burns, and poisoning from possible batteries splitting and rupturing at varying stages of the digestive system. Subjects unable to obtain AA batteries during interaction with SCP-6853 have been recorded becoming violent towards Foundation personnel as well as exhibiting varying levels of exhaustion. Subjects restrained from consuming any AA batteries while playing SCP-6853-1 eventually die as a result of blood loss. The subject’s cravings for AA batteries ends once the game SCP-6853-1 is completed or the subject stops interacting with SCP-6853 for up to 24 hours. Once SCP-6853-1 is completed, the device powers off, with the limbs and cylinders retracting back into an unknown area of the device. Discovery: SCP-6853 was purchased by the Foundation on 27th of September 2019 from the internet auction website Ebay after it was identified that the object listed was connected to Dune Mountain Games.4 Foundation investigations into the seller discovered the item was being sold by the mother of a 29-year-old male named Ciaran Davis of Houston Texas as part of an estate clean out. Mr. Davis was an avid collector of rare and discontinued gaming devices. Mr. Davis worked as a stocking associate until he was dismissed from his place of work on the 18th of April 2019 due to unexplained absence from the workplace. On the 29th of April 2019 Mr. Davis was found dead within his home. Houston medical examiners attribute Mr. Davis’ death to the eating disorder called Pica. Mr. Davis’ stomach and upper intestines had ruptured due to the number of AA batteries Mr. Davis had consumed, leading to a combination of blood poisoning and the infection of vital organs. Mr. Davis’ wrists were observed to have scarring from SCP-6853 that had begun to heal, suggesting that he had used the device for multiple weeks before it led to his death. Further investigations into the connection between Mr. Davis, SCP-6853 and Dune Mountain Games were unproductive. Addendum SCP-6843-1: It is now known that SCP-6853 does not require a subject to manually turn the device on - see Incident Report SCP-6853-1. Moreover, SCP-6853 is to now be considered autonomous until it is recaptured and further testing on the device is conducted. + Show Incident Report SCP-6853-1 - Hide Incident Report Date: 09/22/2019 Location: Site-73 Description of Incident: With the recent discovery of SCP-6873, Level 3 Researcher Dr. Mike Alger had stayed overnight to finish further material testing on SCP-6853. Dr. Alger was given permission to house the device in their lab until their tests had finished - SCP-6853 was considered a safe class SCP and its anomalous effects would not have been activated during material testing. Dr. Alger had conducted previous material tests on SCP-6853 and knew about the device's anomalous effects. At approximately [01:18:00] SCP-6853's mechanical limbs activated without the need of human interaction. Dr. Alger, who had set SCP-6853 down on their work table, was still in the lab waiting for their material analysis results. At [01:18:03] power fluctuations isolated to Dr. Alger's lab were recorded by site systems. Security footage of Dr. Alger's lab support these records. Dr. Alger can be seen in the lab's security feed turning to look at SCP-6853. At [01:18:06] all power is lost in Dr. Alger's lab. The labs security feed is temporarily lost. At [01:18:20] power is restored to Dr. Alger's lab. The security feed returns. Dr. Alger's body is observed laying on the floor motionless. At [01:24:15] Site security, who had noticed the power cut, arrived at the lab to find Dr. Alger decapitated and SCP-6853 missing. Note: Dr. Alger's decapitated head has yet to be found. At [01:24:45] Site security reported the containment breach and Site-73 was put into lockdown. At approximately [02:00:00] Dune Mountain Taskforce arrived back to Site-73 and an immediate investigation into the incident was conducted. It was discovered that SCP-6853 had burrowed out of Site-73. 09/22/2019 - 11/22/2019 SCP-6853's trail is tracked for further 32 kilometers outside of Site-73 until it abruptly ends along with all traces of the device. Security camera footage of Incident SCP-6843-1. Enhanced camera footage of SCP-6843 during Incident SCP-6843-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6853" by Dr Count Laughter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6853. Licensed under CC-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: QevKdkR.png Author: Dr Count Laughter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur Filename: LqFU0gJ.png Author: Dr Count Laughter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur Filename: JgSqdU3.png Author: Dr Count Laughter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur Footnotes 1. See SCP-6843 for SCP-6843-1 ‘Trial By Fire III’, also attributed to Dune Mountain Games. 2. Stage 264 of SCP–6853-1 has been observed taking up to 2 hours and 32 minutes to complete. 3. However, a subject can voluntarily separate themselves from SCP-6853, unlike SCP-6843-1 . 4. After the discovery of SCP-6843, Foundation-operated web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") was tasked with flagging any mention of Trial By Fire or Dune Mountain Games.
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SCP-6854
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Item #: SCP-6854 Special Containment Procedures: All known SCP-6854 instances have been fitted with tracking devices and are contained in Hangars 1 through 10 of the Site-44 Anomalous Wildlife Wing. SCP-6854 are to be provided with 150 kg of plant and animal matter per day, and all natural byproducts are to be harvested, and distributed through the front organization Standard Coal and Petroleum, Inc. Mobile Task Force Mu-9 ('Wild Wranglers') has been tasked with capturing and transporting all wild instances of SCP-6854, as well as administering Class-A amnestics to all witnesses. Description: SCP-6854 is a species of biomechanical entities superficially reminiscent of domestic cattle (Bos taurus), sparse populations of which are found scattered across the North American continent. Artistic depiction of SCP-6854, c. 1910 Instances of SCP-6854 possess external shells comprised of an indeterminate metal alloy with a consistency similar to that of stainless steel. The interior contains an assembly of shifting cogs and gears of unknown function, as well as a rudimentary system of organs composed primarily of vulcanized rubber. All SCP-6854 possess two carbon filament lightbulbs affixed to the skull, which are believed to act as their source of vision. Despite the lack of a readily apparent power source, these remain lit at all times with the exception of during sleep. Locomotion is achieved using four small wheels attached at the base of each leg, with mature specimens capable of travelling at speeds of up to 50 km per hour. In the wild, SCP-6854 typically restrict their movements to flat low-lying plains, their wheeled nature causing difficulty in navigating more rugged terrain. Attached at the rear is a tail-like appendage capable of folding outwards in a manner similar to an umbrella, which is deployed during periods of rainfall in order to prevent rusting. SCP-6854 are omnivorous, converting all waste matter into anthracite (hard coal), which is dispensed through a metal flap found on the undercarriage. The mechanics behind this process are poorly understood, and all attempts to replicate these results outside of SCP-6854 have thus far been unsuccessful. Both sexes have a set of two hollow brass horns, measuring up to 140 cm in length. These horns are maneuverable, and in mature specimens are capable of producing and discharging lead bullets with a remarkably high level of precision. Studies have shown SCP-6854 uses this ability primarily when hunting prey, as well as when threatened, or in order to establish dominance over a rival mating partner. SCP-6854 are capable of sexual reproduction, with females experiencing a gestation period of around twelve months, and typically producing litters of between three and five offspring. After giving birth, female SCP-6854 will produce a substance chemically identical to petroleum oil, which is fed to their young through a rubber udder-like appendage. Discovery: The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics has discovered several literary references to SCP-6854 (colloquially known as cogcows, or Bos machinus) published between 1895 and 1904. These descriptions are found primarily in various fantastical field guides, where they are listed alongside fictitious organisms originating in North American lumberjack folklore. Due to their fanciful nature, most early SCP-6854 sightings went largely ignored by the American Secure Containment Initiative. PoI-2645, photographed in 1899 The earliest verifiable SCP-6854 sighting is attributed to American hunter Elmer Shepard (PoI-2645, pictured). In 1905, while hunting in the prairies of Oklahoma, Shepard reportedly witnessed a lone instance of SCP-6854 consuming the remains of a white-tailed deer, which immediately fled upon approach. While Shepard made this encounter public, his claims were met largely with skepticism and mockery from his contemporaries. In June of 1905, Elmer Shepard and his nineteen year old son, Warren, left their hometown of Longabough with the intention of retrieving the head of an SCP-6854 specimen, and proving their existence to the scientific community. Despite his relative lack of hunting experience, Warren Shepard reluctantly agreed to accompany his father on this expedition out of concern for his increasingly obsessive behaviour. Three weeks into this endeavor, Warren Shepard returned to Longabough with the remains of his father, who had sustained a fatal gunshot wound to the throat. When interrogated by local authorities, Shepard reported encountering a female instance of SCP-6854 in the prairies, which was feeding petroleum oil to its two offspring. Warren recounted finding himself unable to shoot the creature, although stated that his father had aimed his rifle at the creature's head, before being struck by a bullet dispensed from one of its horns. With no evidence to support his claims, Warren Shepard was considered the primary suspect in his father's death, and received a show trial wherein he was sentenced to death by hanging. The following morning, a crowd of some forty civilians gathered to observe the execution. All witnesses reported that immediately after the noose was dropped, a low-pitched humming noise became audible. At this point, a single female instance of SCP-6854 emerged from the grasslands, firing a single bullet that severed the rope around Shepard's neck. The creature then departed, and Shepard survived with minor injuries. He was subsequently exonerated of all criminal wrongdoing. This incident has since been covered up by the American Secure Containment Initiative, with all relevant court records and historical documentation confiscated and archived. Since their initial discovery, an additional twelve instances of SCP-6854 have been retrieved the wild, with a further thirty specimens bred in captivity. It is presently unknown how many instances of SCP-6854 exist outside Foundation custody. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6854" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6854. Licensed under CC-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: HamiltonHunter.jpg Author: Rhinelander District Library License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HamiltonHunter.jpg
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SCP-6855
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close Info X SCP-6855: No Need to Wine Author: Barbarous Bread Special thanks to Jhigard Foreigner for helping me make this a more cohesive article! by Barbarous_Bread Item#: 6855 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: pending Risk Class: pending link to memo Special Containment Procedures The Eastern Hardware Storage Facility is to be cordoned off under the guise of chemical contamination. Each exterior surface of the structure's lower level is to be reinforced to restrict the spread of SCP-6855. The soil around the structure is to be continually observed for any breaches of SCP-6855 into the local groundwater supply. If any breaches are detected, then the containment perimeter is to be expanded to incorporate the affected area. All SCP-6855-A instances are to be sequestered to the Eastern Hardware Storage Facility using standard physical barriers. Description SCP-6855 refers to a body of fluid in the lower level of the Eastern Hardware Storage Facility in Detroit, MI. The pool is 10 cm deep on average and occupies the entirety of the floor. The fluid that comprises SCP-6855 has a dark red appearance and acts similarly to a non-anomalous fluid in nearly all aspects. The pool's sole anomalous property is that it is capable of generating humanoid entities which are made of the same fluid as SCP-6855. These entities are referred to as SCP-6855-A and emerge at random intervals from SCP-6855. These entities possess little strength and have not demonstrated any hostile behavior. Each of these entities will attempt to leave the confines of the warehouse. They are restricted in that they are only able to maintain their form for 10-15 minutes on average before collapsing into a pool of fluid. One SCP-6855-A has been able to exit the warehouse which was reported to local law enforcement. This was then brought to the attention of the Foundation and all of those who were aware of this incident received amnestic therapy. Based on analysis of SCP-6855-A remains, the fluid no longer has any anomalous or hazardous properties nor is it capable of generating any further instances of SCP-6855-A. Evidence suggests that this anomaly was generated following the rupture of 12 large cylinders in the structure's lower level. These cylinders appear to have contained the fluid that comprises SCP-6855, however it is not currently known as to how the fluid obtained its anomalous properties. These cylinders are notably newer than other equipment in the facility, which was condemned in 1978. Further investigation into SCP-6855's origins is underway. Access SCiPNET Email Account Accessed To: gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac#gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac From: gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj#gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj Subject: Preliminary SCP-6855 Report Hello Director Taylor, Attached are my preliminary findings, raw data analysis, and containment recommendations for SCP-6855. If you have any questions regarding my findings or my report, please do not hesitate to contact me. Sincerely, Dr. Jacob Lester Site-93 | Junior Research Staff Attachment: SCP-6855 Report_Lester.pdf To: gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj#gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj From: gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac#gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac Subject: Re: Preliminary SCP-6855 Report Dr. Lester, Based on the information presented, I agree with your findings and recommendations. I expect that you will also provide a video record of the anomaly and the full lifespan of an SCP-6855-A instance. Given that you're no longer in your probationary period under Dr. Benton, I expect that your finalized submission will be up to her — and my — standards. Thank you, Catherine Taylor Site-93 | Site Director To: gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac#gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac From: gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj#gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj Subject: Re: Re: Preliminary SCP-6855 Report Hello Director Taylor, I will ensure that my final submission will be in-line with the standards that you have set for the research staff under your supervision. As for the video record, I am arranging for my video files to auto-transmit to the Site-93 servers. I believe Lingua.aic should be operational at our site now, so the video file will be automatically transcribed into the placeholder entry after my video finishes uploading. If you so choose, you can arrange to be notified of updates to SCP-6855's entry so that you can review the transcribed log so that you can determine if it contains sufficient content. Regardless, I will notify you when I have finished my report and it is ready for inclusion on the Foundation database. Sincerely, Dr. Jacob Lester Site-93 | Junior Research Staff <LINGUA_093.AIC> <INITIALIZING SYSTEM> . . . . . <VIDEO FILE RECEIVED> Lester_SCP-6855_01.mp4 . . . <BEGINNING ANALYSIS> . . . . . . <GENERATING TRANSCRIPTION> . . . . . . . . . . . . <TASK COMPLETE> THE FOLLOWING IS AN AI-GENERATED TRANSCRIPTION. IT HAS BEEN AUTOMATICALLY SCREENED FOR ANY KNOWN COGNITOHAZARDOUS PHRASES OR INFORMATION. THE TRANSCRIPT PRESENTED BELOW MAY BE INACCURATE OR INCOMPLETE. <TRANSCRIPTION COMPLETED - [22 Dec 2024 23:25]> Dr. Lester: — ere we go. I thought these ones were supposed to be easier to link up. Let's see. Okay, everything looks good with the site server connection and I'm getting audio and visu— wait, goddamnit. Why are you de-synced? Dr. Lester: Okay, that looks better. And it looks like Lingua is cooperating. Good stuff. Alrighty, just gotta wait for my food to get here and then I should be all good for 6855. I just hope th— [There is a knock at Dr. Lester's door.] Dr. Lester: Ope, that should be room service. [Dr. Lester opens his door and on the floor is a box wrapped in black wrapping paper and a white bow.] Dr. Lester: You're not my sandwich. [Dr. Lester brings the box into his room.] Dr. Lester: "From Director Taylor." Okay, well let's see what she got me. Oh… This looks expensive. I didn't think she thought I was doing this well. "Madame's Reserve," huh, haven't seen that before. Must be a small winery. And what does this note say? "You are one of a select few. I am pleased with you." A woman of few words. [Dr. Lester opens the bottle and then pours a glass of the wine.] Dr. Lester: Oh yeah, that's nice. Never been a big fan of reds, but that hits the spot. I — wait. Goddamnit. I should hav— [Dr. Lester drops his glass which shatters on the floor. He stands in place for 10 minutes. He then removes his personal cell phone and requests a car via a ride-sharing service. He exits his room and leaves the hotel. He enters a vehicle.] Driver: Hey buddy, you're Jacob, right? Dr. Lester: Yes. Take me to Club Bacchus. Driver: Sure thing. Haven't heard of that place before, what kind of club is it? Dr. Lester: Madame is waiting for me. Driver: Say no more, I gotcha. [There is no more dialog for the duration of travel. The vehicle arrives at its destination without incident.] Driver: This don't look like much of a club, you sure this the right spot? Dr. Lester: Yes. Thank you. Driver: No problem. You sure you good, man? You look a little out of it. Dr. Lester: Yes. [Dr. Lester exits the vehicle. He knocks on the door to Club Bacchus. The building is nondescript in appearance and made of dark brick. It appears abandoned. A humanoid figure opens the door. It is approximately 1.5 m tall with a distended abdomen and wearing an ostentatious suit. Its hair appears unkempt and its skin is grossly blemished and pale. Its mouth appears to be 30 cm in width and lined with numerous jagged teeth. The entity will be referred to as "Figure A."] Figure A: Welcome, child. Dr. Lester: Thank you, Madame. Figure A: Run along and join the others. [Dr. Lester enters a room with a long, rectangular table that is seating 13 individuals who appear to be in a catatonic state. The room is dimly lit by a chandelier hanging over the table. Dr. Lester takes a seat at the table. He stares forward and remains unmoving. Based on dialog, "Figure A" will now be referred to as "Madame."] Madame: Now that you are all here, we can get started. First things first, I see that some of you failed to comprehend the note I left you. "You are one of a select few." You. Some of you shared what was not yours to share. Now this needs to be addressed before we start…. the process. [The entity brings a small barrel to the table. Each person has a wine glass before them that is filled from the barrel by the entity.] Madame: This is a special blend of mine. For most of you, this'll be a nice way for us to begin our time together. And for those of you who were not my intendeds, think of it as… a send off. [Dr. Lester drinks from his glass as does the rest of the group. Two of the people at the table begin to violently seize after drinking from their glasses.] Madame: Bring them to me. [Dr. Lester gets up from his seat and drags the person who is seizing next to him toward the entity.] Madame: Thank you, child. At least they will be… somewhat useful. [The entity proceeds to disarticulate and consume both persons' limbs as they continue to seize. It then throws their remains against the wall.] Madame: Ahh… Now that that nasty business has been done with, for those of you who remain, many of you are to become… my children. However, there is only so much that I can learn from watching you… out there. It takes a taste to know that you truly belong… in the family. Come along now. [Dr. Lester and the remaining 11 people follow the entity into a circular room that is lined with a dark, metallic material and is lit by a series of sconces along its wall. Each person stands along the edge of an engraving in the floor so that the group is now aligned into a circle around the entity.] Madame: Let's see your hands. Go ahead and hold them out now. Very good. Now let's have a taste. [The entity slowly walks around the room and carefully eats a digit from each person's hand.] Madame: Most of you are… just delightful. But a few of you just will not satisfy. You're missing that… special something. Now you, come over here. [Dr. Lester approaches the entity.] Madame: Let's have a look at you. [The entity begins to smell and lick Dr. Lester.] Madame: I trust that yo— Wait. Of course. That smell… that taste… You're the one who found my old reservoir, didn't you? Shame what happened. The thirst got the better of me. Now, no use in reminiscing. I trust that you can find those who won't do me any good and… address them for me. [The entity removes an ornate knife with a serrated edge from its jacket and gives it to Dr. Lester.] Dr. Lester: Thank you, Madame. [Dr. Lester slowly walks walks in front of everyone standing in the room as the entity follows closely behind him. He stops before one of them.] Dr. Lester: Look into my eyes. Baren. [Dr. Lester stabs the person in the abdomen, forces them to the ground, and stabs them in their eyes and face. No one in the group reacts.] Madame: Yes. Yes. Yes! That is what she deserved. I'm glad that I found someone so… attentive to detail. There is another, child. [Dr. Lester and the entity continue to walk around the room. He stops in front of another person.] Dr. Lester: Look into my eyes. Adequate. [Dr. Lester moves to the next person.] Dr. Lester: Vacant. [Dr. Lester stabs the person in the throat. He then forces them to the ground and repeatedly stabs them in the neck.] Madame: Good. You are… promising. [The entity opens a door to an adjacent room.] Madame: Now that we have separated the… wheat from the chaff, come with me, children. And I'll take that knife back, child. It needs a good cleaning. [The group follows the entity into a room and down a flight of stairs. The room they enter is dimly lit by a single incandescent bulb only hanging from the ceiling. Thirteen barrels are stored on shelves against the far wall. Four empty barrels are positioned in the middle of the room.] Madame: Let's see now. You'll be the first. Come here. [One of the group members approaches the entity. The entity removes the person's clothing. It then grabs the person's shoulders and bites into their throat. The person begins to violently convulse. They then begin to rapidly develop large, purple pustules along the entirety of their body while being exsanguinated from their neck wound. The person becomes enveloped in the growths. The rest of the group remains standing in place.] Madame: You'll do nicely. Now, let's gather your… siblings. [The entity proceeds to remove the clothing from the rest of the members of the group and bites into their throats. Each person begins to convulse and grow large, purple pustules which slowly encase their bodies. The entity then gathers them in groups of three and forcefully places them into barrels which it then seals. The entity approaches Dr. Lester.] Dr. Lester: Thank you, Mother. Madame: You're welcome, darling. [The entity removes the clothing and recording device from Dr. Lester's body. Dr. Lester kneels down. The entity then strokes Dr. Lester's hair before biting into his throat. Large, fluid filled pustules begin to develop along his body and he violently seizes. He is then forced into a barrel.] Madame: Welcome to your new family. [The entity caresses the newly sealed barrels which it then places onto a shelf. It uses a knife to carve today's date onto the barrels.] Madame: Now rest, children. Let's see how the others are doing. [The entity removes the seal from one of the old barrels. The dark red fluid within begins to pour into the entity's mouth and run down its body.] Madame: Oh yes. Yes. Yes. My children. You are… perfect. [The entity consumes the entirety of the barrel's contents to the point that its abdomen is grossly distended. It then sits in place for 3h16m before leaving the room.] <END TRANSCRIPTION> <LINGUA_093.AIC> <CONTENT ALERT> <SITE DIRECTOR NOTIFIED> <MTF IOTA-15 ALERTED> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6855" by Barbarous Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6855. Licensed under CC-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-6856
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On-site geothermal power plant, Site-56, Nevada Item #: SCP-6856 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6856 is to be contained at Site-56, Nevada. SCP-6856's containment cell is to be constructed of LI-900 silica insulation tiles, but otherwise should adhere to standard humanoid containment specifications. Faux interiors and other cell decorations are permitted in SCP-6856's containment cell. SCP-6856's work chamber, located beneath Site-56's on-site geothermal power plant, is also to be constructed of LI-900 silica insulation tiles. The work chamber should only be accessible through an antechamber, which may contain lockers, vending machines, and other items requested by Dr. Olivia Stratton. The only fixtures permitted in the work chamber are a temperature gauge with a clearly-labelled maximum of 500 °C, a heat-resistant security camera, a heat-resistant intercom system, and SCP-6856's harness. SCP-6856 is to maintain eye contact with the temperature gauge during work shifts. As an enrichment measure, Foundation-approved radio programs may be played in the work chamber while it is occupied by SCP-6856. Foundation personnel are not permitted in the work chamber while it is occupied by SCP-6856. Description: SCP-6856 is a 23-year-old human male capable of raising its body temperature at will. The object also exhibits an anomalous resistance to the adverse effects of heat. SCP-6856 has a maximum temperature of roughly 500 °C. SCP-6856 was recovered from Idyll, Nevada in the aftermath of a house fire. Local police noted SCP-6856's unusual resistance to heat, and Foundation personnel embedded within Idyll were alerted. Upon initial containment, SCP-6856 was fully cooperative with the Foundation, and continues to comply with Foundation requests and regulations. Because of SCP-6856's established history of cooperative behaviour, the object has been selected for a pilot project. SCP-6856 possesses an existential fear of climate change, and has expressed an interest in using its abilities to generate clean energy. This proposal was determined to be of mutual benefit, so a specialized "work chamber" was constructed at the facility's on-site power plant. Each day at 0800 hours, SCP-6856 is escorted to the work chamber by two (2) armed guards. SCP-6856 remains in the work chamber for an shift of eight (8) hours with a lunch break of one (1) hour. SCP-6856 is well-adjusted to this routine. Video camera footage starting at 1437 hours. SCP-6856 is in its harness, staring at the wall-mounted temperature gauge in the work chamber. The gauge's needle is gently swaying near the gauge's maximum value of 500 °C. SCP-6856 is radiating with heat; this glow causes some mild distortion in the video feed. Dramatic music plays over the intercom. Intercom: You can do it, Private! The unit is en route. Just don't blink! Intercom: Is there an ETA, General? I don't know how much longer I can hold out… Intercom: Keep your eyes on the anomaly, Private. That's an order! Intercom: I'll try, General. The sound of soldiers moving can be heard over the intercom. Through the distortion, SCP-6856 can be seen to close its eyes. Intercom: Go, go, g— The ambience and dialog abruptly cuts, replaced by a monotone, feminine voice. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please monitor the temperature gauge. SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge. Your attentiveness is crucial to helping the Foundation avoid a localized outage. SCP-6856 opens its eyes. Intercom: Thank you, SCP-6856. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming. Triumphant music plays over the intercom. Intercom: -e did it, General! Another disaster averted! Intercom: Never underestimate the Foundation, Private. Video camera footage starting at 0758 hours. SCP-6856 and Dr. Olivia Stratton are in the antechamber. Dr. Stratton is seated at the research desk, while SCP-6856 is seated at the bench in front of the lockers. Dr. Stratton: No pains, aches, or cramps? SCP-6856: Nope. Dr. Stratton ticks the final box on the pre-shift checklist and stands from her chair. Dr. Stratton: You're all set. I'll leave you to it. SCP-6856: Thanks, Liv. Dr. Stratton: No problem. Dr. Stratton pushes her clipboard under her lab coat and begins to leave the room. SCP-6856: Hey, uh, did you donate blood recently? Dr. Stratton: No. Why do you ask? SCP-6856: The band-aid. SCP-6856 gestures towards Dr. Stratton's left knee. Dr. Stratton: Oh, this is just a scrape. What, you thought someone was taking blood from my leg? SCP-6856: Well, isn't that mainly what they're for? Dr. Stratton: Band-aids? They're mainly for, like, scrapes and paper cuts and stuff… have you ever used them before? SCP-6856 folds its arms. SCP-6856: I guess I normally only see them when you guys are performing those tests. Plus, my mom and I used to donate blood every month. Dr. Stratton: Every month? SCP-6856: Yeah. She said it was our responsibility to help the people around us. Dr. Stratton: Well, on behalf of the medical community, thanks for your service. When did she get you to start doing that? Seventeen years old? SCP-6856 shrugs. SCP-6856: Ever since I can remember. Probably four or five? Dr. Stratton: What? Dr. Stratton is visibly concerned. Dr. Stratton: That's way too young. How did you not faint? Did they just take less blood? How- Dr. Stratton is interrupted by the buzzer signalling the start of SCP-6856's work shift. Dr. Stratton: Never mind. I'll let you get started. SCP-6856 watches Dr. Stratton leave the antechamber. SCP-6856 remains sitting until the noise from the buzzer ceases. SCP-6856 stands and begins to remove its garments, stowing them in one of the antechamber's lockers. Now fully undressed, SCP-6856 proceeds into the work chamber. SCP-6856 straps itself into the harness at the center of the work chamber and turns its gaze toward the heat gauge prominently mounted upon the wall. The gauge's needle rises as the anomaly begins to glow. Video camera footage starting at 1202 hours. SCP-6856 is seated in the antechamber, at the table in front of the vending machines. The object is eating its sandwich when Dr. Stratton enters. SCP-6856: Oh, hi, Liv. Uh, is everything okay? Dr. Stratton: Yeah, no, everything looks good. Do you mind if I sit here? SCP-6856: Oh, go for it. Dr. Stratton: Thanks. Dr. Stratton unwraps her own lunch. There is a pause. Dr. Stratton: I was, ah, just hoping to continue our conversation. SCP-6856 nods, its mouth full of food. Dr. Stratton: So, did you really donate blood every month with your mom? Because that's really, really unusual. Especially if you were that young. SCP-6856 shrugs. SCP-6856: It seems pretty normal to me. And it makes sense, right? Like, our bodies can make more blood, so we should give as much as we can to those in need. Even if it's a little unpleasant sometimes. Dr. Stratton: …uh-huh. No, when you put it that way, that- that does make sense. Did you learn that from your mom? SCP-6856: I guess so. SCP-6856 keeps eating. Dr. Stratton: Sounds like your parents gave you some old-fashioned religious guilt. SCP-6856: It was just me and my mom. And she wasn't religious. Dr. Stratton: Hm. So where does that line of thinking end for you? Because you can't just go around sacrificing your life for the good of others. At some point, you've gotta- you have to take care of yourself. SCP-6856: Well, no. Not really. Right? SCP-6856 gestures at the antechamber. Dr. Stratton remains silent. SCP-6856: I'm trying to help save the planet. You've given me this opportunity, here, and I- I'm taking on some responsibility. Dr. Stratton: Right. No, it's very admirable, this whole project is- you had a good idea. SCP-6856: It wasn't my idea. But thanks. Dr. Stratton: Huh? Your file says the geothermal project was your idea. Or, it's implied. SCP-6856 shakes its head. Dr. Stratton: But it had to be your idea. I remember that we started building this room before you came on-site. The Site Director wouldn't have approved the project without knowing you'd cooperate. SCP-6856: I came here straight from Idyll. The project was explained to me a couple days after that. It seemed like a pretty obvious idea, so of course I'd cooperate. Dr. Stratton: That doesn't make any sense to me. SCP-6856: I don't know what to tell you. Agree to disagree. Dr. Stratton: Heh, fine with me. Glitch in the matrix, I guess. SCP-6856: What? Dr. Stratton: "Glitch in the matrix." Have you never- ah, never mind. Dr. Stratton finishes her lunch and stands up. Dr. Stratton: Thanks for indulging me, it's been a nice chat. See you tomorrow. SCP-6856 puts its food down. SCP-6856: Uh, yeah, see you. Dr. Stratton leaves the antechamber, greeting the guard on her way out. SCP-6856 folds its arms. SCP-6856 stares into the distance, leaning back as it does so. Eventually, SCP-6856 stands up from the table, leaving the remnants of its sandwich behind. SCP-6856 paces back and forth for some time, before stowing its clothes in the locker and returning to the work chamber. Video camera footage starting at 1700 hours. A buzzer can be heard, indicating the end of SCP-6856's work shift. The light emanating from SCP-6856 diminishes, along with the video distortion. SCP-6856 enters the antechamber from the work chamber, opens its locker, and begins to dress. Now fully clothed, SCP-6856 proceeds towards the exit, but slows near the research desk. SCP-6856 stops and takes an unfilled pre-shift checklist from the desk. SCP-6856 turns the paper over in its hands. SCP-6856 runs the edge of the paper against the palm of its hand. SCP-6856 repeats this motion with increasing intensity. Eventually, SCP-6856 stops abruptly; a small cut can be seen on its hand. SCP-6856 raises its hand to eye level and inspects the cut, which continues to trickle blood. SCP-6856 stares intently at the cut, slowly rotating its hand to examine it from all angles. SCP-6856 replaces the pre-shift checklist on the researcher's desk and opens the antechamber door, greeting the guard outside. SCP-6856: Hey, do you have a band-aid? Guard: <inaudible> SCP-6856: Thanks. Uh, yeah, sorry. Video camera footage starting at 1026 hours. SCP-6856 is in the harness in its work chamber. SCP-6856 closes its eyes. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please monitor the temperature gauge. SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge. Your attentiveness is crucial to helping the Foundation avoid a localized outage. SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. SCP-6856's brightness rapidly increases, obscuring the details of the harness. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge now. Withholding your cooperation may lead to punitive measures being takkkkhhhhZZZZZZZZZZ The intercom continues to malfunction. The room is now mostly obscured by light. In the final moments of recoverable footage, the insulating wall panels begin to warp and melt. To: ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis#ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis From: ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso#ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso Subject: RE: RE: 6856 BREACH Dr. Kroft, I want to reiterate that I have no idea how this happened. My guys are telling me that he just walked through the wall, which should be impossible - those tiles are rated for 1500 °C, not to mention the fact that the room is under 10 feet of solid rock. There must be some kind of undocumented something that lets him go supernova. How have we not seen this before? To: ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso#ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso From: ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis#ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis Subject: RE: RE: RE: 6856 BREACH We've just given you clearance for some archived documents. Read those, then call me. You have access to new documents. Open? Close documents Explosion at Mesa Ridge General Hospital Item #: SCP-6856 Special Containment Procedures: Physical restraints are insufficient to contain SCP-6856; accordingly, psychological containment procedures have been implemented. SCP-6856 is contained within a standard secure IDYLL neighborhood. No thermometers capable of displaying a temperature greater than 500 °C should be present in the neighborhood; otherwise, containment adheres to standard IDYLL protocol. Apart from the object's "mother," only trained Foundation staff with IDYLL clearance are permitted to interact directly with SCP-6856, and only when in character. As per IDYLL protocol, tranquilizers and amnestics are to be kept on hand in the event that SCP-6856 learns of its own containment. Description: SCP-6856 is an eighteen (18)-year-old human male capable of raising its body temperature at will. The object also exhibits an anomalous resistance to the adverse effects of heat. As a newborn, SCP-6856 was recovered near the epicenter of an explosion at Mesa Ridge General Hospital in Nevada. The explosion was estimated to have a TNT equivalent of twenty-five (25) kilograms. Foundation researchers hypothesize that the explosion was produced by temperatures in excess of 100000 °C. Upon initial recovery, SCP-6856 appeared unharmed and had a mass of 3.3 kilograms. SCP-6856's maximum temperature is unknown. As a containment measure, the Foundation has conditioned SCP-6856 to believe that it is only capable of producing temperatures up to five hundred (500) degrees Celsius. Memorandum from Dr. Kroft, Senior Researcher We would like to identify a subject from the pool of available Class-D personnel for an upcoming long-term project. The ideal candidate will: be female, between the ages of 25 and 40 be mentally stable and sound achieve a score of at least 65 points on the Milgram Obedience Examination have suffered a miscarriage or the death of a child, with no children still alive have a strong conviction in the notion of personal responsibility Prospective candidates are to be made aware that successful completion of the 18-year project will result in the candidate being released into the general population with total indemnity, and with their name expunged from official and internal records. Please let me know whether you have any questions. Your prompt reply is appreciated. Memorandum from Site-56 Light Containment Dr. Kroft, we have identified a particularly promising Class-D named [DATA EXPUNGED] who fits the profile. We'll bring her to your office for briefing tomorrow morning. Memorandum from Dr. Kroft, Site Director After a successful 18 years of containment, SCP-6856's IDYLL project has run its course. The anomaly is insistent on "doing its part," as planned. On your approval, I will authorize construction of a facility on Site-56 specifically built to reinforce the psychological limitations we have placed upon the object. This facility will also harness SCP-6856's energy, but no part of Site-56's infrastructure will be entirely dependent upon the anomaly. I will also initiate the shutdown steps for the IDYLL neighborhood, including discharging the anomaly's mother from Foundation care and transferring SCP-6856 to Site-56. Memorandum from O5 Command Approved. Call transcript between Dr. Stratton and Dr. Kroft, starting at 1047 hours. Dr. Stratton: Is this a joke, Justin? Dr. Kroft: I'm afraid not. Dr. Stratton: Because it seems like a joke. Dr. Kroft: I know, it's hard to wrap your head arou- Dr. Stratton: SCP-6856's temperature has no known upper limit? Dr. Kroft: Correct. Dr. Stratton: So, hypothetically, this guy could melt the entire planet? Like, as though we brought a chunk of the sun's core to the surface of the Earth? Dr. Kroft: We don't know, Olivia. We don't want to know what it's capable of. Dr. Stratton: Why wouldn't you tell me about this? Don't you think it's important that I know I'm responsible for a nuclear fucking warhead? There is a pause. Dr. Kroft: Genuine human interaction is essential to SCP-6856's containment. A façade like this needs a kernel of truth to avoid collapsing. First it was SCP-6856's mother, and until twenty minutes ago, it was you. It's part of the IDYLL protocol. Dr. Stratton: I see. So, what, was I supposed to remind him- it of its mom? Do you have a revolving door of older female researchers to babysit him into compliance? Dr. Kroft: It's a bit reductive, but yes, I guess you could say that. Dr. Stratton: Christ. Dr. Kroft: Look, Olivia, you've done good work. Your research hasn't been invalidated, just… re-contextualized. I'm sorry we had to keep you in the dark. Right now, we need to focus on recontainment. Amnesticization is the priority, but first we need to find the anomaly. Dr. Stratton: Okay… okay. What's the status? There is a click. Dr. Kroft: Olivia, you're now on speakerphone. I have the Epsilon-9 commander in the room with me. Commander, do you have an update for us? MTF Commander: Our aerial recon units found the tunnel exit: glass in a radius around a pocket of cooling magma. There's no trail of glass leading away from it, so current thinking is that the skip deactivated after surfacing. We've started a grid search in the vicinity. If the anomaly is on foot, we'll find it; cover out there is minimal. Dr. Kroft: Good. We want to salvage this situation, so avoid antagonizing the entity directly. Even if you think you have a clean shot. This needs to be handled delicately. MTF Commander: Understood. Dr. Kroft: Olivia, we're going to need your help. The anomaly's mother is en route. Dr. Stratton: His fake mom? I thought you lost track of her after she was freed- Dr. Kroft: Nope. We've got her, but she'll take a while to get here. Until then, you're the anomaly's closest emotional bond. Start thinking about how the mother should appeal to SCP-6856 when we find it. We only need a few seconds to tranq the anomaly, but it has to be a sure thing. There is a pause. Dr. Stratton sighs. Dr. Stratton: Okay, I think I've got something. Drone footage starting at 1158 hours. Arid plains are vaguely visible while the camera focus wavers unsteadily. After a few seconds, SCP-6856 comes into focus. SCP-6856 walks for some time. [DATA EXPUNGED] comes into frame. SCP-6856 stops in its tracks. SCP-6856: Mom? [DATA EXPUNGED]: Hey, kiddo. SCP-6856 staggers forward. SCP-6856: Is it… is it really you? [DATA EXPUNGED] smiles a wry smile. [DATA EXPUNGED]: Sure is. SCP-6856: They said… they told me you died… I- I saw you. I saw your body. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I know. I know. There is a silence. SCP-6856: How- why would you leave me? I thought- You left me to think I had- [DATA EXPUNGED]: You know I love you. I love you more than anything. I was only trying to do what was best for you. I knew you could do great things. I knew the Foundation could help you- SCP-6856: Are you working with them? [DATA EXPUNGED] begins to cry. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. You know- SCP-6856: How long were you working with them? [DATA EXPUNGED]: Do you remember when we discovered that you could… that you were special? [DATA EXPUNGED] approaches SCP-6856. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I went to the police. And they didn't believe me, but I, I persisted. I knew you were special. And eventually, the Foundation, they reached out… they said they could give you a purpose. They told me they needed your help to- to save the world. SCP-6856: Mom… [DATA EXPUNGED]: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. [DATA EXPUNGED] collapses. SCP-6856 rushes forward and embraces its mother. SCP-6856: It's okay, Mom. It's o— [DATA EXPUNGED] plunges a concealed syringe into the back of SCP-6856's thigh. There is silence. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I'm sorry. SCP-6856 begins to glow. [DATA EXPUNGED] screams. The footage distorts. The screams are cut silent. Glass forms in a radius around SCP-6856. The glow sputters and dies. SCP-6856's naked form collapses onto the glass. His mother is gone. Call transcript between Dr. Stratton and Dr. Kroft, starting at 1205 hours. MTF Commander: The skip is en route back to Site-56. We're pumping it full of Class B amnestics; it won't remember any of the last 48 hours. It'll wake up whenever you want it to, Director. Dr. Kroft: Excellent work, you two. Commander, thank you. There is a pause. The MTF commander can be heard exiting Dr. Kroft's office. Dr. Stratton: So, what happens now? Am I supposed to return to my post? Dr. Kroft: That won't be necessary. We would like you to stay on the project, purely in an administrative capacity. You won't need to interact with the object directly. Dr. Stratton: You're moving me behind the curtain? Fuck that. Dr. Kroft: You do have a way with words, Olivia. But this promotion, it's, ah, to borrow a phrase, it's an offer you can't refuse. Dr. Stratton: I think you'd be surprised. Dr. Kroft: Welcome to the Fire Suppression Department, Dr. Stratton. The estate of [DATA EXPUNGED] has been remunerated $650.00 for her cooperation with this time-sensitive endeavor. Video camera footage starting at 0745 hours. Dr. Kyra Grieves is waiting in the antechamber. SCP-6856 is led into the antechamber, accompanied by an armed guard. Dr. Grieves walks toward SCP-6856 and extends a hand. Dr. Grieves: SCP-6856. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Dr. Grieves, and I'll be supervising your work shifts going forward. SCP-6856: Oh, okay. Nice to meet you. Uh, what happened to Olivia? Dr. Grieves: Dr. Stratton has actually transitioned to another project. She didn't tell you? SCP-6856: Oh, no. No, she didn't. Dr. Grieves: Ah. Well, I'll be assuming her responsibilities from here on out. Dr. Grieves takes a pre-shift checklist from the desk and places it on her clipboard. Dr. Grieves: Okay. How is your mood today? Are you feeling fulfilled, generally speaking? SCP-6856: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6856" by crashb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6856. Licensed under CC-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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Zygotes splitting in proximity to SCP-6857 Item #: SCP-6857 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6857 is to be contained at Site-56, Nevada. SCP-6857 is to be placed at the center of a cubic enclosure measuring ten (10) meters to a side. This enclosure must comply with Site-56's maximum standard security requirements for a Safe object. Foundation personnel capable of childbirth are not permitted to enter SCP-6857's enclosure, except during a testing scenario. Testing equipment and other amenities requested by Head Researcher Dr. Lucas Isakov are permitted inside the enclosure. Description: SCP-6857 is an unused Clearblue Rapid Detection pregnancy test. When brought near a fertilized human zygote, SCP-6857 will anomalously induce zygotic splitting. If allowed to develop, these zygotes ultimately grow into genetically identical siblings. The Foundation was first made aware of the anomaly when Foundation statisticians noted that identical siblings were being born at an unusually high rate in Ely, Nevada. Central Analytics determined that the mothers of these siblings all visited the same Rite-Aid drug store roughly nine (9) months prior. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") were covertly dispatched to the drug store, where they identified and purchased SCP-6857. Security footage from the drug store indicates that SCP-6857's anomalous effect has a range of roughly five (5) meters. Prolonged or repeated exposure to SCP-6857 will cause a zygote to split multiple times. Addendum: Foundation statisticians at Central Analytics have noted an unusually high rate of identical births in Nevada over the past year. This phenomenon prompted Central Analytics to launch an investigation to determine the root cause of the statistical abnormality. The investigation was led by statistician Dr. Caroline Fischer, who visited Site-56 to rule out any connection to SCP-6857. Video camera footage starting at 1437 hours. Site-56 offices, conference room 6. Dr. Caroline Fischer and Dr. Lucas Isakov are in the midst of a discussion, seated on opposite sides of a conference table. Dr. Isakov: –and you were the one who tracked it down, correct? Dr. Fischer: That's right. Dr. Isakov: It must have been a bit of – how you say – "needle in haystack," no? Dr. Fischer: Well, once I found that all the mothers had visited the drug store, it was straightforward enough. You just need to notice patterns, find the common thread. Dr. Isakov nods. Dr. Fischer: Speaking of which, we should probably get down to business. Dr. Isakov: Ah! Yes, well, before that, I would like to clarify. Is this, uh– statistical anomaly have any chance of being pure coincidence? Dr. Fischer: No. Well, yes, but infinitesimally small. The fact that these siblings are only being born in Nevada, specifically to people with Foundation ties– Dr. Isakov: Foundation ties? Dr. Fischer: Yes. 52% of affected individuals are either a Foundation employee, or related to one. Spouses and daughters, mostly. Dr. Isakov: And the remaining 48%? Dr. Fischer: Well, they'd account for the baseline rate of identical sibling births. Roughly four in every thousand births are identical twins, and we've been seeing twice that for the last 12 months - but only in a 200 kilometer radius. Or so. Dr. Fischer produces a thin binder from her attaché case. Dr. Fischer: My preliminary report suggests that there may be some kind of covert operation against the Foundation. I'll be working with on-site security to audit SCP-6857's containment procedures. I hope that’s not a problem. Dr. Fischer slides the report binder across the conference table. Dr. Isakov gives it a sidelong glance. He drums his fingers against the table erratically. Dr. Isakov: A strange way to sabotage us. Dr. Fischer: Agreed. But something must be causing these numbers. I'm just trying to rule out SCP-6857. Dr. Isakov reaches for the binder. He opens it and begins to read. Dr. Fischer opens a notebook and clicks her pen. Dr. Fischer: I'd like to start by asking a few questions about the containment procedures. They mention that SCP-6857's enclosure must comply with the maximum security requirements for a Safe object. Have there been security incidents with the object in the past? Dr. Isakov: No, not that I am, ah, knowing of. Dr. Isakov turns to the next page of the report while Dr. Fischer writes. Dr. Fischer: Okay. The procedures also make mention of "testing scenarios." Could you elaborate on what these scenarios entail? Dr. Isakov: I cannot. Dr. Fischer looks up from her notes. Dr. Fischer: Why is that? Dr. Isakov closes the report and places it back on the desk. Dr. Isakov: You lack the security clearances– Dr. Fischer: Then I'll go back to Central Analytics and get them. They think this represents a credible threat to the Foundation– Dr. Isakov: I must disagree. Dr. Isakov's gaze flickers to the camera. Dr. Fischer sighs. Dr. Fischer: Okay. The containment procedures imply that Foundation personnel are used for testing. I take it that means Class-D? There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Why not use in vitro fertilization? Wouldn't that be more suited to a laboratory environment? There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: I'm assuming you need a fertilized zygote for your tests. Do the Class-D get pregnant? There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Do they carry to ter– Dr. Isakov: Unfortunately, Dr. Fischer, I cannot be of any further assistance to this inquiry. Video camera footage starting at 1602 hours. Site-56 Records Office. Casey Griswold, Archivist, sits behind a plexiglass partition. Dr. Fischer enters the room. Dr. Fischer: Hey, Casey. Griswold: My favorite study buddy! I did check, we don't have any record of security incidents pertaining to the skip you were asking about. None that I'm cleared to see, anyway. Dr. Fischer: That's fine. I actually have– Griswold: So how are you doing? How's life? It seems like you're really… on the go these days! Dr. Fischer is visibly caught off-guard, but quickly relaxes. Dr. Fischer: Ha, yeah, Central Analytics has kept me pretty busy. I can't talk too much about it, of course– Griswold: Of course. Dr. Fischer: –but I'm actually getting stonewalled right now on the 6857 thing. I'm hoping you can pull some more files for me. Griswold: Shoot. Dr. Fischer: I'm looking for… Dr. Fischer hesitates as she formulates a query. Dr. Fischer: I'm looking for a list of all Class-D personnel that have participated in the testing of SCP-6857. Will there be visible records on that? Griswold: There might be. Redactions on Class-D tend to be hit or miss… Griswold trails off as she taps at her keyboard. There is a long pause. Dr. Fischer: How are the kids? Griswold continues tapping at the keys. Griswold: Oh, they're doing great. I actually got a stipend for a full-time babysitter, which has been a fucking lifesaver, honestly. Dr. Fischer: Oh, nice! Griswold: Yeah, I'm just hoping they remember who their real mother is when I get home… Griswold trails off again. She presses one final key. Griswold: Oh, you're in luck. I've got over a hundred matches here. I'll e-mail the list to you. All signed off on by one Dr. Isakov. Our lonely Russian geneticist. Dr. Fischer: Lonely? Griswold: Haven't you seen his sad little eyes? Dr. Fischer looks at Griswold quizzically. Griswold: I– I probably shouldn't gossip, I'm sorry, he's– he's a sweetheart. Dr. Fischer chuckles. Dr. Fischer: I think this job has done a number on you, Casey, cooped up in here. Doesn't suit you. Griswold: Ha, don't even start. Alright, you should have the files now. Dr. Fischer: Excellent, thanks. I'd love to catch up more, but I have to get down to Light Containment– Griswold: Oh, by all means. Go do your statistician, math whiz thing. Dr. Fischer: Thanks, Casey. Oh, and tell David and Eliot that Auntie Caroline says hi. Griswold waves as Dr. Fischer exits. Griswold swivels back and forth in her chair. She glances at the clock. Video camera footage starting at 1626 hours. Site-56 Light Containment. Interview room D-10. Dr. Fischer enters, accompanied by an armed guard. Dr. Fischer: –anks again for setting this up on such short notice. The guard nods. Dr. Fischer takes a seat at one end of the interview table. A buzzer sounds, and D-16562 enters the room. He sits. Dr. Fischer: Oh, uh– Dr. Fischer reaches for her attaché case and removes a printout. She looks back and forth between D-16562 and the paper. She looks at the guard. Dr. Fischer: This is D-16562? D-16562: I already told you, my name is– Guard: Shut it. The guard turns toward Dr. Fischer. Guard: Something wrong? Dr. Fischer: No, no– it's fine. Dr. Fischer readjusts herself in her seat and addresses D-16562. Dr. Fischer: Okay. I just have a few questions for you today. When was your most recent testing assignment? D-16562: Uh, about three weeks ago. Dr. Fischer: Can you tell me about it? D-16562 grimaces. He stares at the guard. D-16562: No. Of course not. Dr. Fischer follows D-16562's gaze. Guard: We would have amnesticized him, ma'am. Standard procedure. Dr. Fischer: Ah, right. Uh, can you account for your activities two days ago, at– D-16562: Where do you think I was at, you f– The guard suddenly steps towards D-16562, raising the stock of his assault rifle. D-16562 and Dr. Fischer both visibly flinch. D-16562: Alright, fuck. Sorry. I had a double shift in the kitchen that day. Midnight to 4 PM. We're short-staffed. D-16562 glares at the guard, who lowers his weapon. Dr. Fischer: But you do remember it. So you couldn't have been on any testing assignment during that time. D-16562 shrugs. D-16562: I guess so. Dr. Fischer: Okay. Then that's everything I need. Dr. Fischer stands. Dr. Fischer: Thanks for your cooperation, I'll, uh– try to put in a good word for you. D-16562 scoffs as Dr. Fischer leaves. Video camera footage starting at 0931 hours. Site-56 offices, conference room 6. Dr. Fischer is already seated at the conference table with reference materials laid out in front of her. Dr. Isakov enters. Dr. Fischer: Lucas, welcome. Dr. Isakov: Hello, Caroline. The door swings gently shut behind Dr. Isakov as he sits at the table. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer takes a deep breath. Dr. Fischer: So, I have a list of your Class-D test subjects. Dr. Fischer gestures to one of the binders laid out before her. Dr. Isakov shifts in his seat and glances at the camera. Dr. Fischer: Do you know how many of the Class-D on that list are cis men? Way more than half. If you're testing the null hypothesis in there, you're doing a bang-up job. Dr. Isakov fidgets. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Are these test logs fake? Dr. Isakov: I do not think this to be a productive discussion, Caroline– Dr. Fischer: Because it seems like these Class-D subjects were just chosen randomly– Dr. Isakov: No, that's not– Dr. Fischer: –and you'd only bother faking that if you needed to smuggle someone else into SCP-6857's enclosure. And I know who. Dr. Isakov slumps into his chair and sighs. Dr. Fischer pats the second binder in front of her. Dr. Fischer: The dates on your tests match up, roughly, with the dates of identical sibling births across the state - separated by the average pregnancy term length. There are exceptions. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Why, Lucas? Why risk your career for– Dr. Isakov: Ha! Dr. Fischer: Wha– is this funny to you? Dr. Isakov: No, no, it's– never mind. Dr. Fischer: Well? Dr. Isakov gives a desperate look to the camera, wringing his hands. Dr. Fischer keeps her eyes trained on him. Dr. Fischer: Do you have anything to say for yourself? Anything at all? Dr. Isakov: I– I do not. There is a long pause. Dr. Fischer slowly looks over her shoulder and makes eye contact with the camera. She rips a piece of paper out of a binder and starts writing on it, but the writing is not visible from this angle. She folds the paper and slides it across the table to Dr. Isakov. Dr. Fischer: Okay. What about this? Dr. Isakov opens the paper and peers at it. His eyes go wide, but the writing is still not visible from this angle. He folds the paper again and blinks twice at Dr. Fischer. Dr. Isakov: Can you really do that? Dr. Fischer: Shh. Dr. Fischer pulls her phone out of her pocket. The Central Analytics department logo is visible on her phone before Dr. Fischer moves it underneath the conference table. She keeps her eyes trained on her phone. Dr. Fischer: Just wait a bit. Dr. Fischer places her phone face down on the table and exhales. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer's phone buzzes. Dr. Fischer: Okay, we should be– VIDEO FOOTAGE CORRUPTED INCIDENT LOG - CLASSIFIED - OPEN? OMEGA SEVEN SOLEMN UNCERTAINTY - ACCESS GRANTED Video camera footage starting at 1202 hours. Site-56 cafeteria. Dr. Isakov is seated and eating amongst other Foundation employees, while others are still filtering into the room. Intercom: This is a site-wide announcement. Most of the employees in the cafeteria immediately put down their food and listen attentively. A group of junior researchers continue their conversation, but are hushed by Dr. Isakov. There is a pause before the intercom emits a burst of static, followed by Dr. Fischer’s voice. Dr. Fischer: I– hello. I'm afraid I have some troubling news to share. Dr. Isakov quickly stands and begins walking briskly out of the cafeteria. Dr. Fischer speaks rapidly. Dr. Fischer: There's a group of people in the Foundation, and they– all they do is try to keep you here. You might not realize it, but you– we're fully dependent on the Foundation. In every aspect of our lives. There is a pause. Those remaining in the cafeteria are visibly confused. Dr. Fischer: They want you to have kids, kids that you can only afford on Foundation salaries. They’ve manipulated you, some of you, into doing just that. And after that, they– Site-56 hallway. Dr. Isakov continues briskly down the hallway. Dr. Fischer: –they kidnapped some of you, some of your loved ones. A squad of guards rounds the corner in front of Dr. Isakov. All four of them are wearing gas masks. Dr. Isakov stops in his tracks. Dr. Fischer: They brought you back here, to make sure you'd have even more kids. A security guard points at Dr. Isakov. Dr. Isakov turns and sprints away. The guards give chase. Dr. Fischer: And they gave you amnestics, so you'd forget everything. Site-56 Records Office. Casey Griswold stares at the intercom speaker from behind her partition. Dr. Fischer: I know it sounds insane. Uh, I have a list of the victims here. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Casey Griswold. You were forced to have twins. I'm sorry. Griswold stares into the distance. Dr. Fischer: David Arbuckle. Your daughter was brought here last year before she had twins. A white, fog-like gas begins to seep into the room from a vent. Griswold looks at the gas, wide-eyed, and backs away. Dr. Fischer: Norah Matthews. You had triplets. Griswold scrambles to her desk, grabs a pen, and starts writing frantically. Tendrils of gas spread throughout the room. Dr. Fischer: Josef Evans. Your wife was brought here. The gas reaches Griswold. The effect is immediate: she becomes sluggish and her eyes close. She collapses onto the floor. Site-56 cafeteria. The large room is obscured by gas, but some unconscious bodies are barely visible near the camera. Dr. Fischer: Katelyn Nguyen. You… Dr. Fischer's speech begins to slur. Dr. Fischer: You… had… There is a pause. A guard wearing a gas mask stalks through the cafeteria. The intercom clicks. Intercom: Announcement concluded. Please return to your regular schedule. To: All Site-56 Personnel From: ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis#ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis Subject: Countermeasure Debrief Hi everyone, At 1204 hours today, amnestic countermeasures were deployed site-wide in response to a cognitohazardous containment breach. These countermeasures were of paramount importance to a successful recontainment operation. The anomaly has been known to induce paranoia in some subjects, so any messages you wrote or recorded in this altered state should be disregarded. These countermeasures were discussed during site orientation, but the experience can still be very disorienting, particularly for those of you who are new to Site-56. Please take a moment to check for any minor injuries and visit the nearest Health Center if needed. Counseling sessions are also available upon request. As well, we owe our well-being to a visitor from off-site; although she does not remember the specifics of the incident, I'm told that Dr. Caroline Fischer's quick thinking played a pivotal role in the swift recontainment of the anomaly. If you see her, please be sure to express your gratitude. I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your continued service and bravery. Please do let me know if you have any questions. Sincerely, Dr. Justin Kroft Site Director, Site-56 Secure. Contain. Protect. Video camera footage starting at 1545 hours. Site-56, Subfloor 41. Panic Room. The walls are adorned with ochre curtains, and the floor is lined with a plush red carpet. There is only one piece of furniture in the room: a cabinet with a clear top half and opaque bottom half, resembling the enclosure of an automated fortune teller. The cabinet is engraved with elaborate floral patterns. A chime is heard as the elevator door opens. Dr. Fischer, blindfolded, is shoved out of the elevator by two guards and collapses onto the carpet. Another chime is heard as the elevator door closes. Dr. Fischer: Fuck– Dr. Fischer stumbles to her feet. Dr. Fischer: Hello? Dr. Fischer removes her blindfold. She glances around the room, giving the cabinet a cursory examination. Seeing no obvious exit, Dr. Fischer turns around and pounds on the elevator doors. Dr. Fischer: Hey! Hello? The cabinet in the middle of the room begins to emit a warped melody. White lights strobe up and down the cabinet display. Dr. Fischer whirls to face the cabinet. She warily approaches it as the melody abruptly stops. Dr. Fischer: What is this? What are you h– Cabinet: Wahhh! A baby marionette wriggles inside the cabinet, near its ceiling. At the floor of the cabinet, crude cardboard flames dance, propelled by some shifting mechanism in the cabinet. The baby is steadily lowered toward the flames. Dr. Fischer: What the fuck– Cabinet: Waaaahhhh! Dr. Fischer presses the single button on the cabinet. It has no discernible effect. Cabinet: Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Dr. Fischer presses the button again multiple times before turning away from the cabinet and addressing the room, speaking over the cacophony of the cabinet. Dr. Fischer: I don't know what this is, I don't know what you want from me, I– Cabinet: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The baby is now perilously close to the flames. The sound of wailing permeates the room as the baby reaches the flames. AUDIO EXPUNGED Dr. Fischer reflexively slams her palms against her ears. She sinks to her knees. She is visibly in agony. The button on the cabinet lights up. Dr. Fischer sees the illuminated button and struggles to her feet. Keeping her hands clasped to her ears, she pushes the button with her elbow. AUDIO RESTORED Dr. Fischer takes her hands off her head - the crying has stopped. She breathes heavily as she sits down against a wall. Cabinet: There is still fire in your eyes, Caroline. Dr. Fischer: I don't– I don't know what that means– Cabinet: Wahhh! Dr. Fischer scrambles desperately towards the cabinet. The button is still lit. She pushes it. The wailing stops. Cabinet: There is still fire in your eyes, Caroline. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6857" by crashb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6857. Licensed under CC-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: Meiosis (261 29).jpg Author: Doc. RNDr. Josef Reischig, CSc. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Meiosis_(261_29).jpg
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close Info X SCP-6858: "The Wolf, Down" No bark, no bite. More by this author! ARTICLE 1964-H-17 DESIGNATION — "Cardinal" PRIORITY ★★★★★ CATEGORY Entity GENUS H. sapiens lupus Nova Gallia STATUS 🟢 Live CUSTODY OSAT1 THREAT ASSESSMENT 🟥 Corruption — possesses transmissible condition 🟨 Dispute — improperly acquired from SCP Foundation2 🟩 Violence — is inactive predator 🟩 Biohazard — possesses deficient hygiene 🟪 Disclosure — may possess top secret intelligence SUMMARY "Cardinal" denotes a single specimen of loup garou (French Canadian: 'werewolf') in OSAT custody. Cardinal is kept sedated in a poured concrete detainment cell at Station 11. Due to poor health and pre-existing injuries which will not heal, it requires frequent transfusions of human blood — Type A, though Type O universal donors are permissible — and intravenous feeding. It has been effectively comatose since 1964. Further care information, if required, can be obtained from SCP Foundation Site-43 via the Office of External Liaisons. PROVENANCE Article 1964-H-17 first came to OSAT attention after an incident involving our own personnel; the incident report is appended below. TARGET OF INTEREST REPORT: UNCLASSIFIED On the night of 17 March 1964, I responded to a distress call from one Clyde Miller, RCMP constable stationed at the entrance to Mount Royal Park in Montreal. Constable Miller was assigned as the emergency contact for Chief Superintendent Raynard Watts of the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce, who was engaged in recreational hiking on the slopes of Mount Royal. Superintendent Watts had requested that he be left to his own devices, only begrudgingly allowing the assignment of a single officer within radio range to monitor for emergent situations. At approximately 6:07 PM EDT Constable Miller detected canine howling in the distance, and attempted to radio Superintendent Watts to confirm his safety. No response was received. Constable Miller then radioed ahead for backup, and announced his intention to search for Superintendent Watts. Permission was granted, and he presumably did so. I arrived at 6:38 PM with backup units to discover Constable Miller dead of exsanguination, and SCP Foundation personnel on the scene. An unnamed Foundation representative reported that a pack of "loop garoo," werewolves, had been sighted earlier that day in the park, and had only now been successfully captured and contained. The representative also reported that the remains of Superintendent Watts had been discovered near the Mount Royal Cross, but could not be released to OSAT custody due to the potential for a biological hazard. Assurances were made to me that the remains would eventually be restored to OSAT for proper burial. Backup units refused to allow Foundation personnel to seize the remains of Constable Miller; on-scene investigation revealed that he had emptied the contents of his service weapon, presumably into his attackers. Constable Miller carried a prototype mobile video recorder belonging to Superintendent Watts at the time of his death, which captured several frames depicting a wounded specimen of "loop garoo." The Foundation representative confirmed that this specimen was among those captured and contained, but refused requests to allow its examination by OSAT personnel due to the aforementioned biohazard. Constable Miller's body was removed from the scene and taken to Station 9 for study. REPORTING OFFICER: Constable Benoit Gauthier The attacker identified on Constable Miller's video tape was classified Article 1964-H-17. Shortly thereafter, new Chief Superintendent Gordon Shine applied Apex Priority to the article, and the epithet "Cardinal." Multiple attempts were made over the succeeding decades to procure it from the Foundation, all without success. Cardinal was finally acquired on 21 January 2003 via a mutual esoteric item transfer arrangement. This arrangement was conducted between Chief Superintendent Morwen Couch and Edwin Falkirk, Director Pro-Tem of SCP Foundation Site-43. Although the propriety of the transfer has since been questioned by Foundation representatives, no attempt at re-acquiring the article has been made. NOTES The circumstances of Superintendent Watts' choice of locale for his leave of absence remain unclear; the City of Montréal was under voluntary curfew due to suspected cougar attacks in Mount Royal Park. Furthermore, the response time of the SCP Foundation to a distress call issued by a rival organization was beyond exemplary, and requires further examination. Repeated inquiries by the Office of External Liaisons have gone unanswered.3 It is a matter of internal record that Superintendent Watts and Dr. Vivian Scout, then Director of Site-43, were on extremely poor terms at the time of the former's death. The disregard shown to Superintendent Watts' suspected remains — which were never repatriated to OSAT — may be a reflection of this, or merely the Foundation's general disregard for OSAT itself. The following file from Superintendent Watts' records may shed some light on these circumstances. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT RAYNARD WATTS, 1964/03/10 I despise the small-minded. The so-called Directors of the so-called Site-43 — two confirmed homosexuals living in a tunnel under stolen government land — have the most spectacular case of tunnel vision I have ever witnessed. They think this is a game. They think we persecute them for fun, that engaging in a battle for our nation's very soul is akin to sitting a hand of poker in some God-forsaken dive bar. Well, they won't like the flop that's coming next. I'm going to tear them down, tear them all down, and then we'll see what secrets they've been hiding in their pit of licentious treason. To be sure, the Foundation is a dangerous adversary. The deadliest I have ever faced, in peacetime or at war. They may even hold dominion over what I once believed to be the sole province of Almighty God: life itself. I pride myself on never forgetting the faces of the men and women I've sent to their final judgement, and I've seen one of those faces staring back at me from across the negotiation table once or twice. A traitorous soldier I had to put down during the war, put a bullet straight through one eye and out the back of his head. He doesn't even have the decency to wear a glass eye now. His real eye grew back. You would not believe me if I told you what I've seen reflected in that slate grey… If they can do that to the dead, what horrors might they inflict upon the living? I shudder to think what dark fate they might dream up for me, once they know what I know and what I intend to do about it. Which means I'll need to move quickly, very quickly and very quietly. I'll let them think I've slunk off for a walk in the woods to collect my thoughts, and then I'll come back with a vengeance they'll feel in their very bones. I'll make them regret their sins against God and Country, so help me, and then I will turn their diabolical implements toward the bettering of our national cause. Corporal Falkirk, I will shoot again — in both eyes, this time. Drs. Scout and Rydderech will live to regret that their punishments were not so sudden and clean. The compromising information mentioned above has not been found in Superintendent Watts' files. DIRECTIVES Euthanization of Cardinal is forbidden by order of the Office of the Superintendent. Should a method of reversing its paranormal condition be discovered, contact the Office of Tactical Affairs immediately. Command prompt active. Welcome back, Director McInnis. » ACCESS BACKEND The Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce (OSAT) database is secure, and maintained by a rival Group of Interest. Breach security and proceed? » YES There are twelve (12) independent security countermeasures blocking and/or tracking access to this file. Estimated time to breach: one minute. Breaching… Backend access granted. » ACCESS EXECUTIVE COMMENTARY CHRONOLOGICAL REVERSE Accessing… Comments are displayed below in reverse chronological order. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT AERONWEN COUCH, 2023/01/01 The maintenance of this monster mattered a great deal to my mother when she was Chief Superintendent, and I'm not without sensitivity to the matter, though I can't claim her personal connection. When she retired, she implored me not to give up on Cardinal. Her determination, her long-term focus, has always been a source of pride for me as her successor in multiple senses. But I don't think this thing is ever going to wake up, at least not of its own volition. We've been through four superintendecies since its capture by the Foundation, and it's been on a pallet at Station 11 for twenty years now. I'm going to put it to my mother gently, and see what she says: I think we ought to take the thing to the rest of the Council of 108, and see what they make of it. Maybe one of their cults can wake it up. And if not? Well, maybe ICSUT would like the chance to dissect a live werewolf. Lord knows we could use some friends in the anomalous community. I love my family, but I have a duty to perform for my country as well, and this emaciated relic is only holding us back. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT MORWEN COUCH, 2002/01/13 My grandfather taught me to hunt when I was only ten years old. He taught me how to hunt wolves. He took me out to the wilds of Alberta in the winter, showed me how to build a blind, how to search for sign, and most importantly, how to set bait. "Every living creature on this Earth has its weakness," he told me, and that's one of my earliest strong memories. The wolves in Alberta would go for dead meat in a pinch, but we'd never bag one that way, not on our timetable. To get them roaring in brazen as you like, we needed something fresh, bleeding, alive even. If he hadn't been who he was, the inspectors would have bagged him for it. But he was never one to let go of an advantage, my grandfather, and I learned a lot about that from him. The Foundation thinks they're the wolves of the veiled world. Falkirk in particular never misses a chance to bare his fangs at us. There's a grudge there, and I don't know why, but I don't need to know to take advantage of it. We might not have the experts they have, but it doesn't take a magician or a genius to see that these artifacts he's so eager to get his hands on are worthless. He thinks this will be a feather in his cap, but he'll be lucky to keep his head when his overseers see what he's done. He smells weakness on the wind, he thinks, and he's going to close in on it. Go ahead. Walk into my trap. You'll make my grandfather very proud. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT BENOIT GAUTHIER, 1996/01/08 My predecessor talked a big game in his private notes, but I don't think he would ever have moved against the Foundation. He was always too cowed by Scout at 43, the highest ear he could bend, to seriously contemplate decisive action on the matter of Cardinal. For my part I've found them too far mellowed, too damnably tractable, to want to plot against them. And after all, if said predecessor's guesses are correct, plotting against the Foundation was the worst mistake Watts ever made. I saw what was left of Miller, and I don't care to court that fate. I'm even more hesitant to see us made fools of on this matter yet again. However. We are about to become a member in good standing of the Global Occult Coalition. We have engaged in good faith dealings with the folks at 43. We're not the fringe lunatics our friends at CSIS and the rest of the RCMP once saw us as. We made mistakes back in the day, but we're shot of them now. Might we not be able to secure a diplomatic solution? Might they not just give us Cardinal, if we make it worth their while? I have an idea. We're in the final stages of negotiating the termination of that child-eating hobgoblin they've got "locked up," and OSAT has been involved in the case from an early stage. Old Scout would have me believe it's a joint operation. I might be able to test that assertion, even force him to prove it. We captured the bastard, and then passed it along to the skippers. Why shouldn't they pass us back his personal effects, as a sign that our cooperation was appreciated? I think I might even insist upon this. Naturally, they'll want it all back eventually. They're collectors. Packrats. They need to have at least one of every unique thing, and they already have a bevy of werewolves buried in their secret Site, I'm sure. Drop a few hints in badly-coded transmissions that we've made some sort of breakthrough with the bonhomme's things, and… well, we'll see! Either they'll come to the bargaining table with a generous offer — Cardinal, on a platter — or they'll try to raid us. Either way then, we'll know where we stand, and that's more than we've ever known before. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT GORDON SHINE, 1964/04/07 It's a damn shame what happened to Raynard Watts. He wasn't the easiest man to get along with, snapping old ferret that he was, but he could fertle about like nobody's business once he caught a scent, and he put a lifetime into our strange and secret service. I wish I'd known the danger he was walking into, at the end of it, if only to prepare myself for filling his mirror-polished size nines. Admittedly, had I known, I wouldn't have been able to stop him going on his fool trip. He did what he wanted, did our Chief Super, and we were his cult of personality. He had us convinced, absolutely convinced that some day we'd get one over on the Foundation, and that makes what happened all the more bitter to me now. I can't stand the thought that those arrogant, self-satisfied bastards got the ultimate last laugh at his expense. Vivian Scout and his cold cocksuredness! He knew those wolves were there, he knew every single thing a man could possibly know about them, and in that knowledge he cheerfully sent Watts to his death. He all but admitted it to me, because he knows I can't do a damn thing about it. It would almost be better if Watts had died of his injuries, instead of what actually happened. The thought of him festering away in some dank cell, corrupted into some abomination before the Lord, curls my toes in my size tens. If I don't get him out of there, I hope my successors have better luck. For them, in case the above hasn't made it painfully obvious: Cardinal is Raynard Nathan Watts, first Chief Superintendent of OSAT. End of file. » LOG OFF Logoff successful. » SCIPNET ACCESS: SCP-6858 Footnotes 1. PARAORG-1, Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce: paranormalcy investigation and applications unit, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. 2. PARAORG-2, SCP Foundation: unconstitutional supra-state paranormalcy enforcement and esoteric object containment agency. 3. This behaviour is not unusual. PARAORG-2 rarely responds to requests for information, though they expect swift responses to their own requests. « SCP-6721 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-6965 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6858" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6858. Licensed under CC-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: activewolf.jpg Name: hombre lobo Author: Edith Soto License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: argus-icon.svg, OD.png, OSAT_improved.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Loup.jpg Name: Many Dead Things Author: Abigail Silvester License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr
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Winterheart More by this author. Item#: 6859 Level3 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6859 is permitted to inhabit a group of Foundation-employed mathematicians, designation SCP-6859-a. This group is hosted at Site-89 and should be expanded as quickly as is possible without disrupting the stability of SCP-6859. Members of this group are generally to be treated the same as ordinary Foundation Researchers with the following exceptions: SCP-6859-a members are not permitted to venture off-site and will not be fully briefed on the progress of disruptive off-site events or the extent of casualties thereof. Any SCP-6859 hosts found outside Foundation control should be handled according to standard procedure for Ramanujan-Class entities.1 The portion of the Site-89 computer network which SCP-6859 inhabits is to be connected to the rest of the network at a single point to facilitate easy disconnection during periods of instability. Contrary to usual policy, low-clearance staff of Site-89 should not be reprimanded for superstitious behavior related to SCP-6859. The shrine located in the lockers near the south entrance is not to be taken down. The ratio of adjacent terms in the fibonacci sequence approaches the constant Φ, also known as the golden ratio. Description: SCP-6859 is a sentient idea. Specifically, it is an idea about the output of the generalized formula for the fibonacci sequence2 for input of complex values around ███████. The entity can inhabit the minds of humans who understand this idea as well as computer systems containing detailed information on its vector range. It has the ability to exert considerable influence on the systems it inhabits. Until recently, SCP-6859 was categorized as one of the numerous infohazards inherent in the study of pure mathematics: a self-sentient infoform causing psychosis and seizures with a prognosis of death within a month unless treated with Class-B amnestics. SCP-6859 was officially given its current SCP designation upon the discovery that it is capable of inhabiting human minds without causing detrimental symptoms. No other Ramanujan-Class3 entity has ever exhibited this type of symbiotic behavior. Currently, SCP-6859 is considered endemic to Site-89 and has minor influence over all staff who have not been specifically isolated from it. The following has been observed about its manifestations and behavior: SCP-6859 activity causes nearby humans to perceive grey-white visual static and electronic displays to be covered with a similar static. This effect varies in intensity and is very rarely dense enough to significantly impair vision. Activity also occasionally produces various types of audible white noise. SCP-6859 has demonstrated the additional ability to focus the static effect on a location, creating a small 'avatar' for itself in the shape of a fuzzy circle with small oval-shaped ears protruding from the top. This shape is often seen watching site staff from around corners. SCP-6859 can manipulate information on the site network. Thus far, it has used this ability almost exclusively to perform regular defragmentation on various file systems and to furtively assist data entry clerks by filling in spreadsheets for them while they are not paying attention. SCP-6859 cannot communicate using language and it is uncertain how much, if any, that it understands. Dr. Yamamura has theorized that the entity is able to sense non-verbal desires and intentions and prefers desires to be fulfilled and intentions carried out. This would explain most of its helpful behaviors. Members of SCP-6859-a claim that SCP-6859 has improved their abstract reasoning and overall mental abilities, and that it occasionally gives them hints toward new discoveries in mathematical theories through dreams and sudden bursts of inspiration. Improvements in cognition are difficult to verify and no breakthroughs have occurred as of yet. SCP-6859 can become destabilized. While destabilized, its effects on hosts are similar to a traditional Ramanujan-class infoform infection. However, the symptoms recorded during these periods have been relatively minor, more in line with the low-cognitotoxicity infoforms encountered when attempting to prove the four-colour theorem4 than with previous versions of SCP-6859. Destabilization has occurred as a result of: significant conflicts among hosts (less than an hour duration) the hosts receiving distressing information (several hours) the death of a host (several days) event 6859-8 (twenty days) SCP-6859 can levitate very light objects or teleport them short distances. It uses this ability to perform minor pranks on Foundation staff. For example, its favourite prank involves hiding office supplies such as staplers, scissors or hole punchers. When the subject of the prank looks away to search for the object they will hear and see static indicating SCP-6859 activity. Upon looking back, they will discover the task they intended to carry out has already been completed with the missing tool lying adjacent. Other "pranks" follow a similar pattern—an apparently negative situation is presented but then revealed to be a positive one. Levitation is a recently acquired ability, likely a result of accelerated recruitment of SCP-6859-a members. It is hoped that with more hosts, SCP-6859's abilities can develop further. Discovery: During June of 2021, Dr. Kentaro Yamamura encountered the cognitoform's vector range during private study of the fibonacci sequence. Site-89 surveillance teams discovered clear signs of the perceptual static caused by Ramanujan-class entities, however Dr. Yamamura showed no signs of mental or physical distress from its presence. Foundation personnel made contact with the doctor and he proved amicable to relocation to Site-89 for further research. The properties of SCP-6859 were then established and it was given its current designation. Note: Whenever a Ramanujan-class infoform with no current human hosts is discovered by a human, it creates a new instance of the entity with somewhat randomized traits depending on poorly understood factors. The differences are quite small, and we did not previously believe this could produce non-cognitotoxic variants. It is possible that Dr. Yamamura's unusually positive attitude toward his work and toward life in general influenced the entity toward being agreeable, or perhaps he is just the luckiest man alive. Honestly, I hope it's the latter. We need all the luck we can get. — Katrina Lawrence, Site-89 Director Interview: Event 6859-8 Debriefing Log Date: February 6, 2022 Interviewed: Junior Researcher Selene Davis Interviewer: Director Katrina Lawrence <Begin Log> Director Lawrence: Hello, Researcher. Please state your name and position for the record. Researcher Davis: Director! I mean, uh, I am Junior Researcher Selene Davis, Site-89, studying autopsychomemetics under Professor Cornier. I'm honored to speak with you in person, I thought you would be too busy consulting Yamamura-sensei after what happened. Director Lawrence: I have spoken with the Doctor, yes. Given the significance of these findings, I wanted firsthand accounts from both survivors. Please describe the events of February second, beginning with when you left the site perimeter. Researcher Davis: Yeah, understood. I was accompanying Yamamura-sensei on his daily walk, along with Researcher Kaito and two security staff. We followed the usual path, along the river for maybe twenty minutes at a leisurely pace and then back to the site. We were a few minutes away from the perimeter when the shockwave hit, knocked us all over. Then, uh, Researcher Davis trails off and is silent for several seconds, showing sign of distress. Director Lawrence: Please continue. Researcher Davis: Is it safe? Director Lawrence: There is some danger. Under the circumstances, I have decided to expose myself to it. Please continue. Researcher Davis: Understood, Director. The horizon behind us cracked open and small creatures emerged from the crack and crawled across the sky. They had many arms and no faces and I could see every bit of their awful bodies even though they were so small and so far away, it was like they were right next to me, then something much bigger started reaching through. I recited the mantra from the Apollyon drills and the third time through it seemed to work, I was able to look away and turn back toward the others. Sensei had already broken free and was physically forcing Kaito to turn around, I did the same with one of the guards. The other guard had landed face-down and kept his ears covered and eyes closed the whole time. We led him back to the site perimeter and sounded the alarm so security could take us to quarantine. I could hear the screaming in the back of my head, I tried to drown it out by focusing on my sense of duty, to ensure the safety of the rest of the site. As soon as the door to that cell slammed shut I lost it and just started howling. Director Lawrence looks visibly shaken and pauses to carefully examine the palms of her hands for any signs of sores before continuing. Director Lawrence: Thank you, Davis. I'm sorry, I'm sure this will be difficult for you, but please describe your experience as the infection progressed. Researcher Davis: Okay. Okay. I heard screaming in the back of my head, distant but getting closer. It was an inorganic kind of scream, more like twisting metal than the cry of a living thing, and it drowned out all my thoughts. When the sores started I remember banging my head on the cell wall to try to knock myself out, so that's how I got the concussion I guess. I don't think it worked, although my head did get really fuzzy around then. Then the static started and I felt this stabbing pain in my head and my whole field of vision covered with like, television snow, even when I closed my eyes. It was, uh, I meant, I think… Davis trails off again, looking unsure of herself. Director Lawrence: Oh, yes, in order to facilitate full openness about what happened, I wanted to tell you that we are aware of your actions regarding the entity you call the "dust bunny" and you will not be reprimanded for them. Please tell me what you believe happened at this point, from your perspective, including any elements that may seem superstitious or dubious. This is extremely important. Researcher Davis: So you did know about the shrine. I thought someone must… right, never mind. Okay, so the dust filled my senses and there was a short stabbing pain and I think… I think it, the bunny, it shoved itself into my mind somehow and wrenched the screaming thing out. Then it ate me. Director Lawrence: It ate you? Researcher Davis: Or like absorbed me or engulfed me or something. I felt like my mind was crystallized or frozen, I couldn't think or control my body or hear or see or breathe. Maybe it took my Fourier transform? Okay that was a dumb joke but I do wonder if it converted me to a different format somehow. The screaming was still in my head but it sounded different, unpleasant but not threatening at all, like a single long off-key note that faded to nothing within a minute. As soon as it was gone the bunny let go of me and my mind went back to normal. I was lying on the floor of the cell with a pounding headache, sores and bruises all over my body. I passed out almost immediately and woke up in the infirmary days later. Director Lawrence: Thank you for your honesty. One more thing: can you tell me everything you know about the "dust bunny?" Researcher Davis: You know more than I do, surely, Director. Director Lawrence: Humour me for a moment please. This is important. Researcher Davis: Okay, if you say so. It's gotta be one of the math bugs we study but it's a friendly one, and way more advanced than any of the friendly ones in the book. I think a Ramanujan type just based on the static? It's very friendly, a little mischievous. It shows up as a little static blob with bunny ears, that's where we got the name. It seems to like it when we pretend not to notice it helping, and I think it understands what the shrine is for because there's always a pleasant hum around the area. Director Lawrence pauses to bring up the general equation of the Fibonacci formula on a nearby monitor. Director Lawrence: Do you recognize this formula, Researcher Davis? And do you have any experience in complex analysis? Researcher Davis: What? No, I mean, I think I understand what complex analysis is, I don't recognize that equation. That constant is phi, right? Is this related to the bunny? Director Lawrence: Yes, to both questions. Thank you, this will help us establish the parameters for our next steps forward. Researcher Davis: It really did save me, didn't it? Director Lawrence: That's all for today, Researcher. If all goes well, we may be able to speak more of this soon. Researcher Davis: Understood. Thank you, Director. <End Log> Closing Statement: Recordings taken from quarantine show Researcher Davis and Doctor Yamamura collapsing shortly after the open sores characteristic of [REDACTED] appear on their hands and face. Initially it appears as if both are having a seizure, however, after less than a minute the spasms cease and both lose consciousness. During the apparent seizures, intense visual static and distorted screaming were perceived by all Site-89 staff and members of the SCP-6859-a group suffered severe ocular migraines. Davis and Yamamura were both apparently cured of [REDACTED] during this process and their injuries, including the anomalous sores, healed normally over the following days. SCP-6859 entered a 20 day period of instability during which a barely audible hissing was heard throughout the site and SCP-6859-a members suffered from low-grade fevers and brain fog. Regrettably, neither Agent Luis Cooper of site security nor Junior Researcher Kaito Grayson recovered from this event. Both were terminated by nitric acid immersion and their corpses were incinerated as per regulations. ADDENDUM: From the notes of Senior Researcher Gershwin Blake March 7th, 2022 I wasn't sure what to expect when they shipped me over here from 41. Initial report said the eggheads had dug up some critter from the depths of the complex plane that could inoculate people against the Apollyon. Theoretically possible, we've noted before that certain other anomalies can slow down or stop the process. The Southern Fifthists took a lot longer than everyone else down there to succumb, for example, and some screamers seem to be able to keep it out entirely until they finish off the victim themselves. Initial impressions: the bunny has a lot of growing up to do. Good news: it really did successfully protect two contaminated individuals, even somehow left their memory of the event intact and non-hazardous. Bad news: it cost the entity a lot to do so, and that was only two people. Worse news: SCP-6859 can only inhabit people who have, at minimum, a understanding of the imaginary unit i and the layout of the complex plane, a general understanding of the golden ratio, and a familiarity with the rules for generating terms of the fibonacci sequence. It's not tough to learn but most living humans currently do not fall into this category. I've got the team back at 41 researching some expedited education plans while I study this thing further. March 9, 2022 Consulted with Director Lawrence and the rest of the math bug specialists about the education situation, they say in theory SCP-6859 should be capable of applying these knowledge injection memes to people it has minor influence on itself. Would remove the biggest barrier to widespread infection. I mean, widespread inoculation. I can't believe I'm trying to teach a contagious infoform to spread better. Got the misinformation department working on online rumours to prime the populace in the meantime. March 13th, 2022 Extremely worrying: SCP-6859 seems to destabilize whenever the host group learns something new about the progress of the ongoing CK or XK or whatever they're calling it now. That's not exactly a sign of confidence. The original discoverer, this Yamamura guy, told me he thinks it doesn't connect the briefings with the infections it stopped, it only gets the message about some arbitrarily large number of human fatalities and gets upset about that many minds being snuffed out. Theory: if Omamori is going to work, we need to tell this thing what we need from it, and soon, or it'll never be ready. Going to focus on potential methods of communication. Test log SCP-6859-31: March 15-20th, 2022 Preamble: General procedure for attempting to communicate with SCP-6859 was established in earlier tests. Members of the host group, led by Dr. Yamamura, will meditatively focus on certain thoughts, feelings, memories and intentions, supplemented by written mathematical operations. SCP-6859 outputs its responses in mathematical statements on the site network. Test 1 Intended message The general desired course of the Omamori Protocol. Procedure During meditation, Dr. Yamamura concentrates on his memories of [REDACTED] event. He vocalizes gratitude toward SCP-6859 for its protection, concentrating on the idea of wanting to be protected. He writes out an exponential function and its graph in a piece of paper, intending to communicate the idea of expanding protection exponentially. Response The values of the all nth roots of unity5 for n equals prime numbers between 3 and 17, inclusive. General description of the concept of a chaotic attractor. Description of an unknown topological concept related to möbius strips. Description of the Mandelbrot set and a list of values near the boundary of the set. Interpretation The listed roots of unity are known to have thaumaturgical significance. The remainder of the message may be advice to remain close to something or not exceed the boundary of something—general consensus holds that SCP-6859 was advising us to avoid the actions that led to [REDACTED] in the first place. Notes A little late but thanks anyway. Test 2 Intended message [REDACTED] has already taken place. SCP-6859 may be able to save humanity. Procedure Dr Yamamura again concentrated on his memories of [REDACTED], wrote down several values that are near the boundary of the Mandelbrot set but not part of the set, and then iterated on the relevant function until they began to diverge. SCP-6859-a group concentrated on the idea of wanting to be protected. Yamamura wrote a function that causes values from SCP-6859's vector range to loop around the origin just outside the unit circle, intended to represent it containing the roots of unity from the previous response. Response An unknown operation of monster vertex algebra6 which was halted when it caused extreme discomfort in all SCP-6859 hosts. Several proofs of the existence of unanswerable problems in Turing-complete systems. The statement "the set of all integers divisible by one is equal to the set of all integers." Interpretation The portion about unanswerable problems may represent something SCP-6859 is unable to say, but this is extremely uncertain. The rest is unknown. Notes The bunny tried to do some extremely big-boy math there. If we hooked up a proper supercomputer to the site network, would it be able to use that instead of frying its hosts' brains? I'll see if I can get something like that for the next test. Test 3 Intended message A repeat of the last test but with significant upgrades to the Site-89 computer network's computational capacity. Procedure See above. Response Several unknown operations of monster vertex algebra which took hours to complete. Intense visual and auditory static was perceived throughout the site during the process. A difficult to interpret statement about the empty set. A repetition of the trivial statement "the set of all integers divisible by one is equal to the set of all integers." Interpretation Unknown. Notes None of the eggheads here have any idea what these operations are. Trying to find out if there are any living civilian mathematicians who might still know. Test 4 Intended message [REDACTED] is responsible for civilian deaths which previously caused SCP-6859 to destabilize when it learned of them. Procedure Dr. Yamamura concentrated on his memories from [REDACTED] event while writing a number which is greatest common factor of all causality figures from previous briefings. As an exceptional measure, a file containing [REDACTED] related cognitohazards and labelled with the same number was introduced to an isolated section of the network where SCP-6859 had a presence. SCP-6859-a group was then read excerpts from the previous briefings. Response High-intensity hissing scream heard throughout the site, rising in pitch until inaudible, accompanied by dense visual static. SCP-6859 hosts report head pain and tinnitus for several hours. During this period, trivial statements about the identities of natural numbers are logged in the site network in the form "one plus zero equals one, two plus zero equals two," and so on up to several trillion. Upon returning to stability, SCP-6859 begins to perform further unknown operations of monster vertex algebra and does not stop. Low levels of hissing are perceptible throughout the site. Interpretation We now believe that SCP-6859 is performing these algebra operations for its own unknown purposes rather than in an effort to communicate. These repeated trivial statements about integers are now hypothesized to indicate a desire or intention to preserve the stability of reality. Notes Bringing Apollyon infohazards here was a risk, but considering how much hearing these statistics seems to upset 6859, I wanted to do everything we could to make sure it made the connection the first time. I think it got the picture this time. It's been doing something incomprehensible on the site computers for days now, hopefully preparing. We need to prepare as well. Summary of Site-89 Anomalous Activity, March 24-28 2022 March 24: SCP-6859 continues to use all available site computing capacity for abstract algebra calculations well beyond all known mathematical theory. Dr. Kentaro Yamamura begins to display irregular speech patterns and struggles with comprehension when speaking English and Korean. He passes a psychological screening without issues and seems unconcerned with this development. March 26: SCP-6859's use of site computer systems continues. SCP-6859 demonstrates improved ability to transfer between hosts using methods previously introduced by Dr. Blake. Other native speakers on-site report that Dr. Yamamura's speech has become heavily stilted even in Japanese. The doctor also reports difficulty recognizing human faces, stating that they have become blurry for him. Ongoing communication with O5 Command indicates that viable contingencies are diminishing. Director Lawrence requests more time as the theory is still unproven. She is unable to elaborate. March 27: SCP-6859 activity continues. External observers report that Site-89 is engulfed in a pillar of faint white light. Unfamiliar geometric shapes appear and disappear at unpredictable intervals within the pillar. Despite anomalies, Site-89 hume levels are abnormally close to baseline compared to other locations on Earth. Measurements appear consistent with the presence of a Scranton Reality Anchor several orders of magnitude more powerful than anything the Foundation has ever produced existing at the center of the facility. The O5 council votes to implement the Omamori Protocol 9-2 with one abstaining. Further contingencies are implemented to buy additional time for the protocol. March 28: At 7:34 AM, about ten hours after the O5 vote, SCP-6859 completes its calculations and outputs a very large, unparseable file titled "debug report." Several minutes later, Site-89 broadcasts the following message to every computer system on the planet by unknown means. ATTENTION: LEVEL 0 UNCLASSIFIED IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT THIS FILE IS DISTRIBUTED AS WIDELY AS POSSIBLE AMONG FOUNDATION STAFF AND CIVILIAN POPULATIONS. To the set of all sentient beings on earth: I am organic neural network "Yamamura Kentaro" bearing the following message from "dust bunny": Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes to greet you. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes that you continue to exist. Disharmony contains misleading expressions. Errors appear in neural networks. Errors appear in physical processes. Errors propagate by principle of explosion. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" cannot correct errors in 3-manifold "reality" at sufficient rate. Errors appear during quantum flux. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" does not experience flux. Product of manifold "you" and manifold "dust bunny" does not experience flux. For the product of manifold "dust bunny" with sufficiently many manifold "you", errors can be corrected. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes to correct these errors. Message from guardian spirit "dust bunny" concludes. Please review the attached material for instructions to manifest guardian spirit "dust bunny". Please share this message with the set of all sentient beings you have contact with. Please offer your prayers and supplications to guardian spirit "dust bunny". It will be a good god. Footnotes 1. See Site-89 Standard Infohazard Guidebook, Section 8.b: Analytic Continuation. 2. The fibonacci sequence is a numerical series wherein each term is the sum of the two previous terms. Named after Leonardo Bonacci, later known as Fibonacci, who used the sequence to model the idealized reproduction of rabbits in his 1202 Liber Abaci. 3. Ramanujan-Class A Ramanujan-Class entity is a class of infoform that can inhabit both human minds and computer systems, causing negative physical and mental symptoms of varying severity which generally escalate in severity over time. Distinguished from similar classes of entities by the presence of visual and auditory white noise in area of activity. 4. See Standard Infohazard Guidebook Section 5.c: Graphs and Vertices 5. the nth roots of unity are all complex numbers that can be multiplied by themselves n times for a product of 1. For each value of n there are n roots of unity, including 1 itself, evenly spaced around the unit circle. 6. Monster vertex algebra acts on the vertices of the monster group. The monster group is the largest of the sporadic simple groups and requires 196,882 dimensions for its simplest faithful representation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6859" by GwenWinterheart, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6859. Licensed under CC-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: Fibsequence.png Author: Sophira License: CC-by-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6859
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SCP-6860
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Item #: SCP-6860 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6860 is to be kept in a plastic display case on the desk of Junior Researcher Florian Iscariot, kept at Site-88. No watering, trimming or any other maintenance of the item is necessary. Description: SCP-6860 is a deceased bonsai tree, more specifically a Japanese maple (Acer palmatum) measuring 8 centimeters in height, kept in a container filled with dirt. SCP-6860’s first anomalous property manifests once a year and can potentially happen on any day that happens to have a full moon at its zenith. When this occurs, an event known as a 6860-Virent Lacrima event occurs, which causes the object to begin growing translucent yale blue petals measuring 1.5 meters in length and 2 meters in width over a period of 7 hours. Following those 7 hours or should the petals be brought further than 1.9 meters away from the object, the petals will completely disintegrate, leaving no traces of them behind. Should a sapient being come into contact with those petals within that radius in addition to being within the allotted 7 hours, it will cause the second anomalous property to be triggered. Subjects will experience a memory from the perspective of deceased Foundation Junior Researcher Florian Iscariot. Beings experiencing these memories will be rendered unable to react to external stimuli whilst experiencing a memory, which can last from a range from 5 minutes to 3 hours from a subject’s point of view. However, outside viewers note that subjects typically come out of the state after 30 minutes. Whilst experiencing the memory from Junior Researcher Iscariot’s perspective, subjects are capable of seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, and feeling anything that Research Iscariot does. Those experiencing the effects also note that in addition to senses, it is possible to "hear" what the junior researcher is thinking, described as hearing him speak. It has been noted that it is currently not possible to move or influence the actions of Iscariot. The criteria for triggering the viewing of the memory is that a person or being coming into contact with the petal must have interacted with the Junior Researcher before. Should the criteria not be met, then no anomalous effect will occur upon contact with extracted petals. Cataloged Below are Testing Logs during some recorded 6860-Virent-Lacrima events. Testing Logs Testing Logs Successfully Loaded Test Date: 01/16/██ Subject Name: D-27781 Subject Behavior After Incident: Nothing of interest was noted. Perceived Time/Actual Time: None / 5 Minutes Subject Thoughts: The subject recorded no knowledge of who Iscariot was. Subject Report: D-27781 reported nothing to occur. A recorded hint of annoyance is noted following extraction. Aftermath: Due to the anomalous effect not occurring, there is no aftermath to record. Note: It seems like people with no contact or knowledge of the existence of the researcher will not trigger the anomalous effect of the petals. I'll be sure to update the document so we dont waste time again. - Researcher Cyrus Test Date: 01/28/██ Subject Name: D-10177 Subject Behavior After Incident: Subject behavior was more hostile towards Foundation staff. Perceived Time/Actual Time: 2 minutes / 2 Minutes Subject Thoughts: When questioned on Iscariot, D-10177 was hostile and vulgar, blaming the researcher for the loss of her right index finger. Subject Report: D-10177 reported seeing a memory from the researcher where when D-10177 was used in a test with SCP-███. Subject recalled how the thoughts of the researcher did his best to reassure the subject of his safety, right before the subject was maimed, resulting in the loss of the D-Class’s finger. Aftermath: Subject ceased all hostility to Foundation staff. Test Date: 02/14/██ Subject Name: Research Assistant Alex De Vries Behavior After Incident: Subject was more withdrawn, tended to work longer hours, and tended to be trite when it came to conversations with the other staff. The subject tended to spend long periods in the room that houses SCP-6860. Perceived Time/Actual Time: 10 Minutes Subject Thoughts: Assistant De Vries noted that was fairly calm albeit very dull at times individual to them. Despite this, De Vries held them in high regard as they were the ones that helped them get settled once they began work at the Foundation. Subject expressed a want to personally spend more time with them in addition to wishing that Iscariot was still here. Subject Report: Research Assistant De Vries noted that the interaction took place in a break room 3 weeks after they had started work as a research assistant. They noted being able to taste the sandwich that Iscariot was eating. Iscariot approached De Vries, asking them how they were holding up so far with working at the site. They, De Vries, responded that they had been acclimating fairly well, and profusely thanked them for the assistance that Iscariot had provided. Iscariot chuckled and told them that it was nothing to fret about. Aftermath: Subject noted to remain withdrawn from others, but ceased actions that would lead to further isolation from other staff. Test Date: 04/22/██ Subject Name: Janitor Lorenzo Di Oricalo Behavior After Tragedy: Nothing of interest was noted. Perceived Duration/Actual Duration: 3 Minutes/3 Minutes Subject Thoughts: Janitor Lorenzo described the junior researcher as a fairly messy person, but that he always made sure to somewhat clean up after himself. Subject Report: Di Oricalo was brought to the perspective of Iscariot, with him noticing that he was tending to a Bonsai Tree. Di Oricalo walked past the room, as he was cleaning the hallway outside. Due to the fact the door was open, Iscariot called out to the janitor by name, greeting him. Di Oricalco greeted him in return, before moving out of sight to continue cleaning the hallway. Aftermath: Subject continued prior behaviors. Test Date: 03/09/██ Subject Name: Researcher Autumn Cyrus Subject Behavior After Incident: Subject was noticeably more cordial and amicable to other staff. Before the incident involving Iscariot, the subject's conversations tended to have aspects of brevity to them and would actively avoid other staff. Perceived Duration/Actual Duration: 1 Hour, 25 Minutes/8 Minutes Subject Thoughts: Researcher Cyrus stated that the two could be described as friends. She described Iscariot as a genuinely good person, a rarity within the Foundation. Subject Report: Researcher Cyrus described a game of chess being played with Iscariot, back when the two were research assistants. Being new to the game, Iscariot was described to have made several mistakes typical of beginners. The match lasted an hour, with Researcher Cyrus capturing most of Iscariot's chess pieces, resulting in Iscariot's loss. The Junior Researcher was noted to take the loss well, mentally vowing to beat them the next time they had enough time to play again. Aftermath: Researcher continued prior mentioned behavior. No other behaviors were noted to have manifested. Test Date: 01/02/██ Subject Name: Head Researcher Lucian Iscariot Subject Behavior After Incident: Subject was noted as wishing to retire from the Foundation following the incident. However, the subject was noted to have a further increased rate of productivity as well as more leniency to lower-level staff. Perceived Time/Actual Time: 29 minutes/20 minutes Thoughts Before Contact: The subject recorded that Junoir Researcher Iscariot could be described as a bit of a slacker, but could be incredibly productive when required too. In addition to that, head Researcher Iscariot stated that Junior Researcher Iscariot was a little too trusting and naive for his own good. When asked about how he was handling the loss of his son, Iscariot curtly replied to focus on the task at hand. Subject Report: Head Researcher Iscariot described witnessing the memory of lecturing Iscariot on the multiple errors on a document that the subject was writing for a newly discovered and researched SCP. Head Researcher Iscariot noticed the very clear lethargy present in Iscariot that he had failed to notice when they had met to discuss the quality of the article. The Junior Researcher was silent for most of the interaction, with the only thought the subject recorded that he regretted not taking time off to rest, instead choosing to write the article throughout the night instead of sleeping. Iscariot profusely apologized and promised to have a better-written document by the end of the day. Aftermath: Following the experiment, Head Researcher Iscariot decided to withdraw his retirement request and instead requested to be put in charge of any further experiments with SCP-6860. The request has been approved. Addendum 6860-001: SCP-6860 was discovered following Research Assistant De Vries experiencing a 6860-Virent Lacrima event when attempting to come into contact with some of the petals created by SCP-6860. SCP-6860 still happened to be stored in the room where Junior Researcher Iscariot worked in 2 and a half weeks following an incident resulting in the passing of Iscariot. Due to the circumstances, it was decided that SCP-6860 would be kept on the desk. Addendum 6860-002: Following chemical analysis of the liquid stored within the petals, it was determined that the main identifiable chemicals and compounds were Lysozyme, Lactoferrin, Lipocalin, Lacritin, Immunoglobulins, and Acetylcholine. From a Father to his Son . . . Dear Florian, It has been some time. For this, I apologize, as I have been caught up with research and work on your tree. It's a rather beautiful thing, that anomaly. On the day of the incident, it was all I had left of you at the time. I am forever grateful for it preserving your legacy, your memories, in that manner. I know i wasn't the best father, always away due to my job at the Foundation, but you always understood, always smiling at me and saying that you were just happy to spend time with me and your mother. I would be strict on you, but it was to make you stronger for the career road you had chosen. You stated that you wanted to help keep the world in the bright light in a way that no other job in the world did just like I did. I apologize for the strictness and austerity i showed you while you were here, as I only wanted to make sure you were doing your absolute best. Yet still, you held fast. Still, you showed kindness, and compassion in a place like the Foundation in such amounts that other employees were put off by your demeanor. You still showed some empathy to D Class with lesser offenses, you showed compassion to those you disagreed with. Showed warmth to the anomalies that felt nothing but the cold. Over time, it was accepted and happily welcomed in, acting as a reprieve from the darkness. I apologize for not reciprocating your kindness, and instead choosing to remain locked in the culture there was before your arrival. Even after your departure, we still feel your warmth. We still acknowledge your sacrifice. You've given a lot of us second chances on how we act and treat others. We still remember you. Your contributions will not be forgotten, forever immortalized on those you helped. And I am so proud to have been able to call you my son, Florian. I am sorry I rarely told you such in your life. I will make sure, that as your father, others know of you too, making it so your memory will carry on in the light, so it will never fade in the dark. Love, Your Father, Lucian ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6860" by Sir Stryriad, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6860. Licensed under CC-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-6861
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neutralized
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Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Item #: SCP-6861 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6861’s remains are kept frozen in a standard biological-remains containment chamber. Paleontological personnel are allowed to examine it as they consider necessary. Description: SCP-6861 corresponds to the bodily remains of PoI-1860. Prior to its death, SCP-6861 was a living specimen of Tyrannosaurus rex, which, according to eyewitness testimony, was born in February 1809 in the State of Kentucky, USA. Prior to its death, PoI-1860 possessed an anomalous capability by which human observers were unable to perceive SCP-6861’s true nature, instead seeing it as a non-anomalous Anglo-American human male. This, alongside its human-like intelligence, allowed its existence as an anomaly to be concealed from the American Secure Containment Initiative until its death in 1865. While at the height of its health SCP-6861 measured 12 meters long and weighed over 7 metric tons. This influenced the SCP’s successful, though short lived, wrestling and military careers. SCP-6861 would, in its adulthood, pursue a career in politics, joining the, at the time anti-slavery, Republican Party and becoming a member of the Illinois house of representatives in 1834, the American House of Representatives in 1842 and eventually participating in the 1860 presidential race. PoI-1860 would eventually die in 1865, following a terrorist attack in Washington’s D.C Ford’s Theatre by confederate sympathizer John Wilkes Booth, who fatally shot PoI-1860 through the eyesocket while uttering the phrase “Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus”. The death of PoI-1860 in this event led to the loss of its anomalous properties, and as a result an extensive coverup by the American Secure Containment Initiative, which would later become the SCP Foundation, took place. A posthumous analysis of Booth’s body revealed it to be a member of the species Spinosaurus aegyptiacus. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6861" by Guaire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6861. Licensed under CC-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-6862
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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears Inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns It calls me on and on across the universe ( Across the Universe - The Beatles ) SCP-6862 - Beatlemania 2: Keep on Beatlin' Major thanks to DtheAussie for being a great friend and helping with a chunk of the instances! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6862 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6862, it is impossible to fully contain or observe by standard means. Foundation agents are tasked with identifying and documenting all instances of SCP-6862 that are discovered, as well as monitoring any potential changes. The surviving members of The Beatles are to be closely monitored for any potential anomalies that may arise. No further action is necessary at this time. Description: SCP-6862 is the presence of content created by The Beatles1 in all known timelines, dimensions, and realities. The Beatles during a press conference, 1965. SCP-6862 manifests in a variety of forms, including recordings of The Beatles' music, photographs of the band, and other related artifacts. These manifestations are often highly variable and may include alternate versions of songs or photographs of the band that differ from those found in our timeline. SCP-6862 appears to be a consistent feature of reality, and has persisted throughout all observed changes to the timeline. This suggests that SCP-6862 is not affected by alterations to the timeline itself, and may exist outside of temporal causality altogether. While SCP-6862 is a constant feature of reality, it does not necessarily mean that The Beatles themselves exist in every timeline. In many cases, SCP-6862 appears to exist in a vacuum, with no other evidence of The Beatles' presence. Below is a log of notable manifestations: Dimension/Timeline Name Description Manifestation WZ-76943 A timeline where humanity never developed language beyond basic communication, and has not progressed beyond a hunter-gatherer society. A collection of cave paintings depicting four figures resembling members of The Beatles performing on a stage, alongside images of prehistoric animals and hunting scenes. AX-12643 A timeline where World War II ended with a nuclear exchange between the allies and axis powers, leading to near-complete eradication of all life. A heavily damaged vinyl record with the title "A Hard Day's Night" etched into it, found in the ruins of a bomb shelter. TL-89285 A timeline identical to ours. However, human life never evolved. Instead, earth is populated by a species of insect humanoids. A band named "The Humans" was created by said humanoids. This band features direct parodies from songs by The Beatles.2 TR-27394 A timeline where the United Kingdom, and all of its citizens, do not exist. A collection of 17,544 John Lennon bobble-heads are found within a limestone cave in Missouri. The bobble-heads were arranged in a perfect rectangle, facing directly at the cave’s opening. LO-88823 A timeline where most animal life, including all of humanity, ended during the 1600s due to a series of meteorites striking the earth. A recorded document from a destroyed church shows sheet music; related documents describe how the music was “a sign of the rocks’ coming”. The music takes on the main melody of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”. GI-11968 A pocket dimension found inside of a refrigerator at Site-43's cafeteria. Area expands into approximately thirty thousand miles in all directions, resembling the inside of said refrigerator. The frozen corpse of Paul McCartney was found at the northeast wall. II-23842 A dimension completely devoid of any sound. The members of The Beatles persist as celebrities on Earth, known for their world-famous dancing acts. SCP-432 An maze-like extradimensional space located within a steel storage cabinet. Scratches within a system of pipes3 spell out “MORE POPULAR THAN JESUS”. Whilst the dates of the scratches are unknown, it is presumed that they culminated over years rather than being written all at once. VG-93921 A timeline directly identical to earth. However, at an unknown time, all humans evolved to directly resemble George Harrison, and communicate in British accents. George Harrison was a member of The Beatles. AK-77234 A timeline currently situated within the year 109 AD. A religion known as “Bedalism” is formed in Eastern Europe, worshipping four godly figures- “Jaghn”, “Pol”, “G’yor” and “Ringo”. SC-77410 An alternate universe lacks all forms of matter, filled with completely empty space. Most notably, it lacks SCP-6862 or The Beatles content in any form. SC-77410 was initially discovered after Foundation Operatives retrieved a distress signal from Site-98.4 N/A Below is a transcription of the distress signal. Access audio file. Access audio file. Throughout the transmission, sounds of sirens and panicked breathing are audible. Uh, hey. So. It's Senior Researcher Julias Hadley. Or uh, Dr. Hadley. So us and some folks down at..I forgot the department but they worked on just getting rid of shit from the noosphere or whatever it's called. I think, nobody said much. And uh, Dr. Henshaw started to check for a constant, something that's just in all of them. And what he found was, uh. The Beatles. Yeah, they are just… everywhere, and he was worried it was some sorta thaumaturge or reality bender gone mad, right? So we worked with some other sites to like..erase that stuff. Since a lot of the universes looked real bad, right? But after what happened with other tests for other anomalies in the past, they decided to keep our memories so we know how to turn the machine thing off so we don't get another six-eight-two-zero. So, right after we do that, uh, we get some calls about universal instability, a lot. The O5's were pissed. So Henshaw is trying to find a way to return The Beatles, same with everybody else. If some other universe gets this, we fucked up bad. We fucked up real b- The transmission ended abruptly, and all attempts to contact SC-77410 have met with silence. Both Senior Researcher Julias Hadley and Site Director Dr. Henshaw report no plans on testing with SCP-6862. 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Presumably done by instances of SCP-432-1. 4. A Foundation site specializing in multidimensional and extraterrestrial anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6862" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6862. Licensed under CC-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: Beatles press conference 1965-1.jpg Author: Minnesota Historical Society License: CC A-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Beatles_press_conference_1965-1.jpg
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The surviving members of The Beatles are to be closely monitored for any potential anomalies that may arise. + CODE - CODE /* BLANKSTYLE CSS [2021 Wikidot Theme] By Placeholder McD and HarryBlank Based on: Paperstack Theme by EstrellaYoshte Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte */ @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:ital,wght@0,800;1,800&display=swap'); #page-content { font-size: .9rem; } #main-content { top: -1.6rem; padding: 0.2em; } div#container-wrap { background-image: none; } div#header { background-image: none; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h2 { margin-top: 0.5rem; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none;} #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: #000; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: 'Montserrat', sans-serif !important; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title, "R\0026 C SITE-43"); font-weight: 400; font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle, "SUBVERTING COMMON PRACTICE"); 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears Inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns It calls me on and on across the universe ( Across the Universe - The Beatles ) SCP-6862 - Beatlemania 2: Keep on Beatlin' Major thanks to DtheAussie for being a great friend and helping with a chunk of the instances! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6862 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6862, it is impossible to fully contain or observe by standard means. Foundation agents are tasked with identifying and documenting all instances of SCP-6862 that are discovered, as well as monitoring any potential changes. The surviving members of The Beatles are to be closely monitored for any potential anomalies that may arise. No further action is necessary at this time. Description: SCP-6862 is the presence of content created by The Beatles1 in all known timelines, dimensions, and realities. The Beatles during a press conference, 1965. SCP-6862 manifests in a variety of forms, including recordings of The Beatles' music, photographs of the band, and other related artifacts. These manifestations are often highly variable and may include alternate versions of songs or photographs of the band that differ from those found in our timeline. SCP-6862 appears to be a consistent feature of reality, and has persisted throughout all observed changes to the timeline. This suggests that SCP-6862 is not affected by alterations to the timeline itself, and may exist outside of temporal causality altogether. While SCP-6862 is a constant feature of reality, it does not necessarily mean that The Beatles themselves exist in every timeline. In many cases, SCP-6862 appears to exist in a vacuum, with no other evidence of The Beatles' presence. Below is a log of notable manifestations: Dimension/Timeline Name Description Manifestation WZ-76943 A timeline where humanity never developed language beyond basic communication, and has not progressed beyond a hunter-gatherer society. A collection of cave paintings depicting four figures resembling members of The Beatles performing on a stage, alongside images of prehistoric animals and hunting scenes. AX-12643 A timeline where World War II ended with a nuclear exchange between the allies and axis powers, leading to near-complete eradication of all life. A heavily damaged vinyl record with the title "A Hard Day's Night" etched into it, found in the ruins of a bomb shelter. TL-89285 A timeline identical to ours. However, human life never evolved. Instead, earth is populated by a species of insect humanoids. A band named "The Humans" was created by said humanoids. This band features direct parodies from songs by The Beatles.2 TR-27394 A timeline where the United Kingdom, and all of its citizens, do not exist. A collection of 17,544 John Lennon bobble-heads are found within a limestone cave in Missouri. The bobble-heads were arranged in a perfect rectangle, facing directly at the cave’s opening. LO-88823 A timeline where most animal life, including all of humanity, ended during the 1600s due to a series of meteorites striking the earth. A recorded document from a destroyed church shows sheet music; related documents describe how the music was “a sign of the rocks’ coming”. The music takes on the main melody of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”. GI-11968 A pocket dimension found inside of a refrigerator at Site-43's cafeteria. Area expands into approximately thirty thousand miles in all directions, resembling the inside of said refrigerator. The frozen corpse of Paul McCartney was found at the northeast wall. II-23842 A dimension completely devoid of any sound. The members of The Beatles persist as celebrities on Earth, known for their world-famous dancing acts. SCP-432 An maze-like extradimensional space located within a steel storage cabinet. Scratches within a system of pipes3 spell out “MORE POPULAR THAN JESUS”. Whilst the dates of the scratches are unknown, it is presumed that they culminated over years rather than being written all at once. VG-93921 A timeline directly identical to earth. However, at an unknown time, all humans evolved to directly resemble George Harrison, and communicate in British accents. George Harrison was a member of The Beatles. AK-77234 A timeline currently situated within the year 109 AD. A religion known as “Bedalism” is formed in Eastern Europe, worshipping four godly figures- “Jaghn”, “Pol”, “G’yor” and “Ringo”. SC-77410 An alternate universe lacks all forms of matter, filled with completely empty space. Most notably, it lacks SCP-6862 or The Beatles content in any form. SC-77410 was initially discovered after Foundation Operatives retrieved a distress signal from Site-98.4 N/A Below is a transcription of the distress signal. Access audio file. Access audio file. Throughout the transmission, sounds of sirens and panicked breathing are audible. Uh, hey. So. It's Senior Researcher Julias Hadley. Or uh, Dr. Hadley. So us and some folks down at..I forgot the department but they worked on just getting rid of shit from the noosphere or whatever it's called. I think, nobody said much. And uh, Dr. Henshaw started to check for a constant, something that's just in all of them. And what he found was, uh. The Beatles. Yeah, they are just… everywhere, and he was worried it was some sorta thaumaturge or reality bender gone mad, right? So we worked with some other sites to like..erase that stuff. Since a lot of the universes looked real bad, right? But after what happened with other tests for other anomalies in the past, they decided to keep our memories so we know how to turn the machine thing off so we don't get another six-eight-two-zero. So, right after we do that, uh, we get some calls about universal instability, a lot. The O5's were pissed. So Henshaw is trying to find a way to return The Beatles, same with everybody else. If some other universe gets this, we fucked up bad. We fucked up real b- The transmission ended abruptly, and all attempts to contact SC-77410 have met with silence. Both Senior Researcher Julias Hadley and Site Director Dr. Henshaw report no plans on testing with SCP-6862. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-6825 (+88) • SCP-7921 (+40) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-7799 (+33) • SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-6160 (+76) • Tales/GoI Formats Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • in her arms, (+35) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • VILE (+38) • The Son You Love (+50) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Freefall (+26) • Other Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • A timely death. (+19) • Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Footnotes 1. A popular music group from the 1960s. 2. Examples include, but are not limited to: Yellow Jacket Hive, Let It Flea, and All You Need is Bugs. 3. Presumably done by instances of SCP-432-1. 4. A Foundation site specializing in multidimensional and extraterrestrial anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6862" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6862. Licensed under CC-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: Beatles press conference 1965-1.jpg Author: Minnesota Historical Society License: CC A-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Beatles_press_conference_1965-1.jpg
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS & INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The contents of this file have been tampered with. The file must remain preserved in its current state, as it is the subject of an ongoing murder investigation. Edits are prohibited at this time. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA I like this picture MUCH MUCH better than your other one Dr. Taylor! Item #: SCP-6863 Special Containment Procedures: The fragments of SCP-6863 are to be kept in a standard evidence locker located in Site-42’s Security Department. Description: : SCP-6863 appears to be a circular white plastic button (70.8mm) set in a black plastic base (87.9 mm). When pressed, the object emits a slightly distorted sound clip exclaiming “That’s A Wonderful Idea!” Subjects who interact with the object have claimed to feel a sense of renewed confidence in any idea or plan they had been considering at the time. Subjects become irrevocably convinced to follow through with said idea. Further testing utilizing SCP-6863 as a means of improving morale within the ranks of Class C individuals is currently being spearheaded by Dr. ███████ Taylor. Utilizing SCP-6863 as a possible alternative to amnestics for agents suffering from psychological traumaaaaAAAA oh golly I guess that’s my cue. How do you write one of these fancy things? Let’s give it a try. SCP-6863 appears to be in pieces! It appears to have bubbling bits of your bitch brain coating all the cute little cracks Dr. Taylor! What’s black & white and red all over Dr. Taylor? Your magic button! WOOPSIE! I think I might’ve heard your gurgling corpse shit the floor just now. Gross! You’re making a mess all over your fancy carpet. Have some decency! You are EMBARRASSING yourself in front of a peasant! Rude rude rude Dr. Taylor. Rude rude rude. Boy I tell ya, I feel all sorts of legitimized sitting here at your desk. Typing away. I’m a real smarty pants now huh? Writing a fancy paper like the rest of you hot-shot researchers. This means I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I’m just like Dr. Taylor! I bet they’re all going to start taking me seriously around these parts now. I’m writing words. I’m writing woRDS! Doing the real work. DOING THE REAL WORK! Words words words. Watch this: hewrehgiytewdzbvmb. Dysfaeqrgh no f j geyir wteaetzvj. Mbkgrzhzruzrfuvj That was a good one. Cooking with gas. We aRE COOKING WITH GAS NOW! I am on fire. Silly me. I never thought I could be somebody smart like you, Dr. Taylor. I’m just a field agent, after all. ONLY a field agent. I’m out there breaking my bones. Bleeding myself dry. Looking the monsters in the eye. Showing them my face. But you? You got the real tough job, dontcha doc? You’re the real motherfucking hero. You sit here at a desk and write words! Then you drag my bony ass in here once a week, pretend to listen to a single word I say, tell me to say something nice about myself and CLICKITY CLACK PAP PAP PAP THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA!!!!!!!! You know, this is easier than I thought! Much easier than I thought. Pressing buttons. Writing words. I've got message for all you folks down there in in the offsite trenches. Now's the time for action. Yeah, you! You know what to do! Now's the time! Do it! Write words to matter! YOU’VE BEEN CHOSEN Uh oh! There’s banging at the door. I think they know what happened. I think they heard you begging. I think they heard me laughing. Or maybe somebody is watching me write this? I guess our session is over. Here they come… They’re very upset with me. I can hear them calling to me from hell. They’re throwing a real fit over this. I wish I could have asked you for advice on how to finish my fancy shmancy research paper, Dr. Taylor. I think I was onto something here! Oh well. I’ll miss our little chats. You really were the highlight of my week. Now you’re just a shit-covered corpse on the floor. You are clumps of brain bits & brown hair clinging to what’s left of a broken button. Was it worth it? You were right! You were fucking right! This really was a WONDERFUL IDEA! I’ve got another one. Wanna see? Addendum 6863-1 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! Addendum 6863-2 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! Addendum 6863-3 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! Addendum 6863-4 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6863" by Agent Jackrabbit, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6863. Licensed under CC-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-6863.jpg Author: Agent Jackrabbit License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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close Info X Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? ⚠️ Content Warning: Suggestive content regarding physical or bodily harm and physical/mental harassment. Scary images too. More by JakdragonX: Epitaphs of Mine — feat. Ralliston SCP-4983 -- Welcome to Hales Hungry For a Bagel ⚠️ content warning > New host detected. Connecting to integrated SIMULACRUM agent… > Beginning system startup as user "TECHNICIAN" [COMPLETE] Bootloader loaded successfully. [COMPLETE] Neural-link connection established. [COMPLETE] ScIP Operating System (ScIP.OS) - V. 12.5.10 has been detected. [COMPLETE] No peripherals have been detected on system. [COMPLETE] Beginning pre-scan of subconscious compatability with digital interface. [ERROR] Compatability has not been verified. [COMPLETE] Scan has detected port 4564332 as open for SIMULACRUM connection. [COMPLETE] Initiating handshake between host and remote servers. [ERROR] No acknowledgement by sending packet. [ERROR] Unstable connection between host and SIMULACRUM database detected. [ERROR] Security scan has detected possible malware! [ERROR] Unable to isolate target files. [ERROR] KERNEL CRASH DETECTED! HALTING SYSTEM START-UP! > Corrupted data detected! Initiating automated troubleshooter to resolve possible issues… > Please wait as the necessary application(s) load… > … > … > … > Troubleshooter is unable to fix corrupted files. Please check SKS.log for further information. > Would you like to attempt further troubleshooting by booting into SAFE MODE? — y/n >> y > Acknowledged. Running host SIMULACRUM session via SAFE MODE… > Complete. Beginning VIEW-ONLY session of remote user's connection at 16:07… FROM: no-reply (moc.gniffatsdoowleb|detamotua#moc.gniffatsdoowleb|detamotua) TO: Brittany Williams (ten.pics|smailliw.ynattirb#ten.pics|smailliw.ynattirb) SUBJECT: 6 Month Contract Notice CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 6 MONTH MILESTONE WITH US! YOU HAVE MADE US PROUD! Brittany Williams, What a fantastic experience this must have been for you! From your very first day, we at Belwood Staffing saw your potential. We saw your dedication, and your capabilities to aspire and achieve. Now, after nearly 6 months of being with us, we can safely say that your potential has been reached. Your commitment to our cause is inspiring and, for that, we wish to thank you — from the very bottom of our hearts. <3 We know that after today, your contract with us expires. However, that doesn't mean things have to end! Belwood Staffing would like to graciously offer you a position as a FULL-TIME employee, effective immediately! Such an opportunity would jumpstart your life into a fulfilling and worthwhile career here at Belwood Staffing. With numerous benefits and advantages, we hope that you consider joining us on our journey as an organization! If you're ready to get started, then please read the below information carefully. These attachments contain vital information regarding the new-hire process. If you have any questions, please reach out to your Belwood Staffing Recruiter immediately. Along with your new-hire documents, we have also compiled a brief collection of your past memories with us. We hope you enjoy them! :) "WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" > Data synchronized at 16:09. WORK OVERVIEW FOR BELWOOD STAFFING NEW-HIRE Belwood Staffing's administrative buildings, located in Sacramento, California, U.S.A. LOCATION: BSL-6864 WORK TYPE: Walk-in/Remote (Full-time) SPECIAL WORK REQUIREMENTS: In order to apply for this Belwood Staffing position, all associates are required to have the following: High School diploma or equivalent Bachelor's and/or Master's degree in Human Resources Minimum of 5 years of work experience in a related field US work authorization or identification Willingness to consume and/or regularly use enhancing supplements for the sake of improved work performance Able to work strenuously on weekends and nights, as required Preferred and successful candidates for this position are those who are goal-oriented and performance-driven. Applicants must also be able to work as a team, and maintain a positive attitude amongst their new family here at Belwood Staffing! Additionally, candidates are required to have excellent oral and written communication skills. An "always prepared" mindset is just the person Belwood Staffing needs! Those who are also proficient with computers are more likely to be considered for the role, alongside those who possess highly developed customer service and organizational skills. DESCRIPTION: Belwood Staffing needs your help! We are looking for a skilled staffing recruiter to undertake a variety of tasks such as identifying, organizing, and hiring qualified applicants from various platforms and positions. More specifically, Belwood Staffing recruiters will undertake the following tasks: Facilitating the recruitment process by reviewing applications, resumes, and cover letters. Posting available contractor and/or temporary jobs to platforms such as Indeed, ZipRecruiter, Glassdoor, etc. Complete phone screens and/or interviews with potential candidates as required. Interact with applicants, managers, and other agencies in a professional manner. Ensure that the hiring process remains efficient, timely, and positive for Belwood Staffing. But working here is more than just some 9-5! Beyond your regularly scheduled duties, Belwood Staffing employees are also required to help maintain a stable and positive workplace environment. To promote our positive reputation, you will work closely alongside our certified staff to determine a proper dietary/workout plan that'll refine your appearance and perfect your image! While working alongside Belwood Staffing is its own reward, applicants who are accepted into this position will also receive a plethora of additional benefits! Opportunities for flexible scheduling, health, and dental insurance, 401(k), paid time off, and more are available to all full-time employees. We hope to see your smiling face here soon! REFERENCE DOCUMENTS COURTERSY OF BELWOOD LEGAL <3 DECEMBER 2020 Customers satisfied: 0 Starting a new job is never easy. Think about all the things we go through in order to be employed. From scrolling through countless pages of online job postings to finally sitting down for an interview just for them to turn you away…. It's quite frustrating, isn't it? We, here at Belwood Staffing, understand that struggle. It's hard, and more often than not the experience is never rewarding for the applicant themselves. That's why we wish to change it. To become truly unique from the traditional status-quo. With people like you by our side, we can achieve that dream. Do you remember your very first interview with us? Oh, how young and ambitious you were! So ready and prepared to show the world your skills and talent. Our recruiters saw the potential within you to achieve, and from there a budding new relationship began to form between us. Surely you remember too, right? If not, don't worry. We saved the memory for you so we could enjoy it forever. > Data synchronized at 16:11. [BEGIN LOG] WILLIAMS: Thank you for your time. ALLEN: Of course, of course. And thank you for being here. WILLIAMS: It's a pleasure, really. I think working with you guys would be a fantastic opportunity. ALLEN: I'm glad you think so! We're excited to be able to sit down like this and talk. After looking through your resume — we saw a spark in you that we haven't seen in anyone else. WILLIAMS: Oh, thank you. I'm flattered. ALLEN: Well, if you don't mind me asking: what makes you feel like you'd be perfect in this role with Belwood? WILLIAMS: I don't mind at all. And really, I think my experience speaks for itself. Essentially it boils down to my love for engaging and helping people. I'm good at seeing everyone for their worth and their skills. Plenty of employers would agree with me too, as you can probably see in my resume. ALLEN: Fantastic answers, Brittany. ALLEN clears his throat. ALLEN: Beyond the experience and your obvious skill then, how do you feel about fitting in with Belwood in terms of its culture? We believe things like staff engagement and interpersonal interaction are all vital for a company to thrive. Would you agree with that? WILLIAMS: Oh, of course. Having a positive environment where each of us can promote one another in a productive manner can make all the difference. I try to stay as positive and friendly with my co-workers as possible. ALLEN: That's great news. We want to treat everyone here equally — like family, really. WILLIAMS: I think that's fantastic. More companies should strive to have that bond with their workers. ALLEN: Agreed. [Coughing] I should also mention that Belwood Staffing has a zero-tolerance policy for things like bigotry, discrimination, and hate. Are you comfortable with policies like this in our organization? WILLIAMS: Frankly, I'd be quite worried if policies like that weren't everywhere now. ALLEN: You and me both. WILLIAMS: It's a shame that it has to even be stated, if I'm being honest. ALLEN: [Chucking] That's one of the great things about us — we truly care. We just want everyone to get along — even if we have to shuffle some things around for it to work. Does the idea of going by a new name or anything sound good to you? WILLIAMS: I believe I can make that work, yeah. ALLEN: That's fantastic! I must say, I'm really impressed with you so far. WILLIAMS: You're too kind, thank you, sir. ALLEN: No, thank you! [Laughter] Alright we're almost done, I promise. Just one question, that's all. WILLIAMS: Yeah, how can I help? ALLEN: If I asked you to join this position with Belwood Staffing right now, would you accept my offer? [END LOG] JANUARY 2021 Customers satisfied: 8 You made quite the impression on us! We couldn't wait to have you onboard our certified team of experts (and they couldn't wait either.) We know that you may have felt excited or even slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of joining our team, and that's okay. Making such a large leap into your future can often be scary! But with all the hiring documents completed, we could finally begin your first day. With it, an entirely new universe was in your grasp. We know that adjusting to a new environment can be difficult, and getting acquainted with your new family is stressful! But you, Brittany (and now BSL-6864-313), are very special. Where most people falter and freeze, you excelled. Even as a fresh new hire, you surpassed our expectations by a mile and then some. According to our records, you were able to help 8 people find jobs that day. What an impressive number for your first day! Our team couldn't have been any prouder of your skills. Said skills only continued to improve with our help. Belwood Staffing provides our members with quality training and enhancement courses that anyone can learn! Do you remember your very first training lesson? How exciting it was! You learned so much and acquired so many new skills that would only help you on your journey with us. Take a look below to see some of the training you had during your employment at Belwood Staffing. It might be a fantastic refresher on our atmosphere and culture! [ERROR] SAFE MODE has run into an issue with loading these files at 16:14. Possible data corruption detected. Would you still like to continue? OPEN FILE [BEGIN LOG] Video begins with a flyover of the Belwood Staffing administration building in Sacramento. After a dramatic sweep of the building, the camera perspective shifts to the inside of a hallway. Inside, a crowd of people swarms around the camera, walking past. Music plays in the background. NARRATOR: If you are seeing this video, then congratulations on your new position in Belwood Staffing. The video perspective shifts again, now overlooking several cubicles inside an unmarked office space. NARRATOR: We wish to welcome you, regardless of your wealth, status, employment history, or past circumstances. Here at Belwood, you are our newest member of the family. The video perspective shifts to that of a woman, age unknown. She is looking toward the camera, wiping her brow. ACTOR 1: At Belwood, I just feel so… so comfortable, really. Like I— uh, really belong…? It's been such a — a rejuvenating experience being with so many people. NARRATOR: This is BSL-3319-287, BSL-3319's newest hire here in California. The camera perspective shifts to another angle of the actor, looking upwards at her from the floor. She wipes her brow again. ACTOR 1: I really, REALLY, wouldn't be able to recommend this place enough, yeah. It's been ha— ACTOR 1 freezes and opens her mouth before cutting abruptly. Video now begins playing a still image of a large facility. The interior is vacant, save for several cubicles in the nearby vicinity. After a moment, a splash image of "ATMOSPHERE" appears over the image. This lingers for 15 seconds, occasionally flickering in view, before fading. NARRATOR: Here at Belwood, we take pride in our achievements. Not only have we become the top employer in the country, but we also score among the highest in workplace culture and atmosphere. The video flashes before changing to view another open hallway. Now, one individual can be seen, standing in the center of the walkway. She stares downwards to the floor. NARRATOR: This is— The NARRATOR's voice wavers and fades. The individual has not moved and stays motionless for several more seconds. NARRATOR: She— The individual in question jerks her head upward, towards the camera. Red streaks are visible across the sides of her face, where her eyes should be visible. A loud shriek is heard momentarily before the video cuts, now showing the hallway completely vacant. NARRATOR: Is gone. You have the opportunity to relive her story. Let's go back, and see how she managed to get through her first day— A black screen prompts, reading "[CONFIDENTIAL]." NARRATOR: It seems that she is uncomfortable. How do you think we should assist her? The screen flickers briefly. NARRATOR: Option 1, should we confront her attacker directly? The sounds of screaming and gunfire are heard briefly. NARRATOR: Option 2, should she lay down and accept her situation? Grunting and moaning can now be heard. Sobbing is detected, but cannot be verified. NARRATOR: Option 3, should she become less desirable to human urges? The sound of a chainsaw, dripping liquid, and moaning plays loudly. NARRATOR: Correct, option 3 is the best choice. Yelping and screaming overtake the NARRATOR's voice until shifting once more. The video now displays the Belwood Staffing administration video, upside down and inverted. NARRATOR: Continue watching to see more examples of workplace preparation. Always remember that you— Another black screen, now displaying "ARE ALWAYS AT FAULT" in white letters fills the contents of the screen, which remains visible until the end of the video segment. [END LOG] CLOSE FILE MARCH 2021 Customers satisfied: 158 Your training proved to come in handy, BSL-6864-313! As a Recruiter, you needed the necessary tools to achieve and we, at Belwood Staffing, were there for you. You only continued to excel as the months went by. Positive reviews of both you and your work quickly flooded our offices! Compliments on your customer service, communication skills, overall performance, and your hire choices were particularly impressive! While we could continue on about how many reviews you received, we believe that it may be better to just show you an example of one sent to us. According to BSL-6864-115, you were: "Fantastic! Oh, she's so amazing!" She helped me find the PERFECT job for my needs. Now I can finally afford my new car and my son's college tuition. And it's all thanks to her and her beautiful, GORGEOUS face!" "Thank you so much for this! I will cherish this opportunity and make sure that I never let down my family again :)" Needless to say, with reviews like these you were soon outperforming everyone in your area! You quickly became the talk of the town, and Belwood Staffing noticed. That's one of the great things about being with us — your achievements will never be missed! But, unfortunately, we can't always excel. Sometimes we have our bad days too. Moments that really test us as a whole, and make us wonder if we're truly prepared for this journey we call "life." BSL-6864-313, do you ever remember your struggles with us? Or how we always came to support you in your troubles? Well, we remember. Almost as if it was yesterday — all those times when you needed someone. Anyone. But luckily you have us. And we've been here for you since. > Data synchronized at 16:16. hey, mom? hello??? i really need your help Sweetie! Love of my life! Of course, what's going on today?? look, mom, I made a mistake im at work rn and i don't feel safe You don't feel safe? I thought Belwood Staffing was a FANTASTIC place!?!?? no mom please just listen to me the people here… they're different. i didn't notice it until now. i thought it was just me not paying attention or maybe i was just looking at them wrong What do you mean honey bunchins?? why are you calling me that? look, the people here… they're hollow. vacant. they all look the same, talk the same, ACT the same… and their faces. its horrifying and im just uncomfortable. is there any way you could come grab me? im thinking about leaving for the day LEAVE? Don't you know that's irresponsible? I raised you better than that BSL-6864-313! how do you know that name? mom??? no silly, you have the wrong number! This is BSL-6864-211. your manager! Come to my desk upstairs! We can talk ALL about it <3 room 15 what did you do with my mom? answer me hello?? MAY 2021 Customers satisfied: 343 As you've experienced, life can be really hard sometimes. Which is why we need some help, from time to time. But what happens when your friends aren't around? Or, even worse, what if your family doesn't have your back? Luckily, however, your new family is here instead! Our team is full of dedicated, talented, and hard-working people like yourself. Each of them, no matter how small or how strong, are always willing to help you. Our family knew that you were suffering from a lot of stress. Which is why we decided to help you in the best way possible — a departure party! One of our final memories together, but something that's still important nonetheless. Don't you recall how many people were there to cheer you on? To congratulate you on your successes and support you for the next stage of your career? It would be a travesty to not reflect on that memory. Which is why we saved some special, never-before-seen footage, just for you! > Data synchronized at 16:23. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with an individual setting the camera on a nearby table, pointing it towards a door. The inside of the room is faintly lit with tall candles. Along the walls, several people can be seen crouching — presumably hiding — with party hats and similar party attire. A banner is strewn along the ceiling, although its contents cannot be discerned from this angle. [UNKNOWN 1]:[Whispering] Shhh…! I think I can hear her — she's coming! [UNKNOWN 2]: In your places everyone! Several people run past the camera, cutting out of view. In the distance, a faint humming can be heard. The group behind the door tense in preparation as rattling keys fumble with the front door. After a moment a deadbolt lock can be heard shifting, and then the door swings open. Light from the outside hallway illuminates the room slightly, showing two people who are standing in front of the door on the opposite side. The individual opening the door does not notice anything and walks inside. She searches for a nearby light switch and activates it. As the lights turn on, the two people standing nearby pounce on their target. She yelps as they bring her to the floor. [EVERYONE]: SURPRISE! The crowd laughs and cheers as the target screams and attempts to escape. On top of her, a member of the group retrieves a long belt from his waist. After a brief struggle, the attacker is able to wrap the belt around the target's upper torso and limbs, restricting her movements. On the opposite side, another member of the group retrieves duct tape from a nearby drawer and proceeds to cover the target's mouth and wrap the tape around her. The target continues to struggle unsuccessfully as another member grabs a desk chair and rolls it nearby. Other members of the group then lift and secure the target onto the chair itself. She attempts to scream for help, but the tape muffles her voice. The crowd continues cheering as the target is spun around to a dark table. [UNKNOWN 3]: Are you ready for cake?! The group cheers as a member standing nearby the table retrieves a match and lights it. He proceeds to ignite one of the birthday candles. He continues to light 5 more candles, which illuminates the table and nearby vicinity. On the table itself, the birthday candles sit within a large mixing bowl full of miscellaneous pills, varying in size and color. Also sitting nearby the table, 4 others have also been strapped into chairs — each missing chunks of their body and flesh. The target individual can be seen panicking, her eyes widening at the sight of the others as the rest of the group crowds around the table. [UNKNOWN]: Thank you all for joining! Today we're here to celebrate a very special person. Someone who has sacrificed so much for each of us! [EVERYONE]: Here, here! [UNKNOWN]: Many of us here consider ourselves as your friend, BSL-6864-313. Now, we're here to celebrate you and your future endeavors! The group whistles and continues cheering as the target attempts to tilt her chair onto the floor and break free. [UNKNOWN]: Everyone, sing! The group begins singing a series of different songs in unison. As they sing, the target is resecured by another member of the group with more duct tape. The target begins visibly crying as the birthday candles are blown out. [UNKNOWN]: Everyone, let's help our friend here with her first bite — then we feast! The group applauds as a member tears the duct tape from the target's mouth. She goes to scream but is stopped by a member who begins prying open her jaw. She retaliates but is unsuccessful as the member continues to force her jaw open. The target shrieks in apparent pain as her jaw is widened before a loud snapping noise is heard. The victim screams even more as the member releases his grip on her jaw, which now hangs loosely below her face. Another member then grabs a handful of the pills present in the nearby bowl and pours it down the target's mouth. She attempts to cough and spit out the pills but is unsuccessful. Members of the crowd cheer as more and more pills are shoved into her mouth. Some in the group then begin to eat some of the pills themselves. Eating lasts for several minutes, as the victim continues to choke and cough. [UNKNOWN]: No great party is truly great without a few gifts, amiright everyone?! The crowd vocalizes in confirmation. [UNKNOWN]: Let's give our friend a very special gift of her own! Something she can remember us by, forever and ever. A member of the crowd pulls out scissors, gauze, syringes, scalpels, string, and a hand-held sand grinder from a toolbox. The victim shrieks again and attempts to squirm away. [UNKNOWN]: Don't worry. You're going to look gorgeous! The camera is knocked away, facing upwards towards the ceiling. The sand grinder is heard activating, and the crowd cheers as the victim shrieks again. A loud snap cracks throughout the room before the victim's shrieks turn into gurgling. [UNKNOWN 2]: She already looks so much better! Recording ceases abruptly as a member stomps on the device, destroying the camera. [END LOG] JUNE 2021 Customers satisfied: 556 Ah, what a fun and fantastic memory to share together! But now we're coming to an end of our journey. We, here at Belwood Staffing, will sorely miss you, BSL-6864-313. From the happy memories, to your fantastic work performance, and even for the toughest moments life has to offer — we will never forget you. And, while it would be terribly sad to see you go, we at Belwood Staffing are empathetic. We understand that feeling of wanting a fresh start. Even if it means finding a worse company to work for instead! However, don't think that you'll never be welcomed back. Or, perhaps you're thinking about returning now. Either way, we would love to keep you here! If that interests you, or perhaps you're not able to find a new position due to any sudden or pre-existing conditions, then we'd be happy to have you back here in no time. JULY 2021 Customers satisfied: 0 It seems like you have made your choice. We'll leave your special gift right here <3 SHOW ATTACHMENT COLLAPSE ATTACHMENT With love from your new family, - Belwood Staffing > SAFE MODE has ran into an unexpected problem and is attempting to restart the session. > Closing client now at 16:27. > SAFE MODE de-activated. Checking further dependencies… > Dependencies cleared. Terminating remote connection… > VIEW-ONLY remote connection terminated. Automatic logout initializing… > WARNING! > You have (1) new message available. Accessing now… How is she? Breathing, at least. Somehow. The doctors can't figure out why. Is anyone else aware of her location and status? I'm having someone take care of that now. Good. How did it happen? The engineers are still looking into it, but we're guessing a memetic agent infected her neural-link connection. Let's make sure it doesn't happen again. It won't. It shouldn't have ever happened at all. She was on her final day too, according to Site-119. Someone needs to be held responsible for this. When are we going to start seeing some actual progress? I'm trying. Rome wasn't built in a day. I don't care about how long it takes. I just want to see something. Anything. And you'll get it. Perfecting a technology like this is more complex than you could possibly imagine. I don't care for the excuses. I just need the results. I can't keep telling everyone to wait — remember I'm doing this out of your benefit, not mine. I understand. Then I want her documents on my desk by tomorrow. I can handle the cleanup from there. And if anyone starts asking questions? Just tell them that she's with her family now. > SIMULACRUM connection terminated. Goodbye, TECHNICIAN. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6864" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6864. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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by J Dune SCP-6865 - MY LIFE IS LIKE A VIDEO GAME TRYING HARD TO BEAT THE STAGE Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6865 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo An SCP-6865 instance running through a woodland area, above average speed Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Dune E. Trenton MTF Υ-5 "No Hit Run" Footage taken from an SCP-6865 instance’s recording equipment Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6865’s natural methods of evasion, widespread physical containment at this time is precluded. Instead, a database of SCP-6865 instances located across the globe is maintained by the Foundation. In the event that an SCP-6865 instance assumes a new body, the database is to be updated accordingly. Reports of SCP-6865 activity are to be investigated and covered up as per usual Foundation standards. Several dozen SCP-6865 instances have been contained in Foundation facilities across the world in experimental, “constructed reality” containment chambers, outfitted with expansive, artificial extra-dimensional locations in a variety of styles specifically designed to satiate SCP-6865’s goals and prevent entities from using their abilities to breach containment, a common issue prior to implementation of CRC chambers. Until such technology becomes monetarily feasible to implement on a wider scale, current containment procedures will suffice. Description: SCP-6865 is the designation referring to a group of intelligent entities of indeterminate form that inhabit human bodies. SCP-6865 are anomalously durable, though to what degree remains uncertain; and are able to survive lethal or otherwise incapacitating situations with minimal injury. While SCP-6865 feel pain and can be harmed through ordinary means, any injuries inflicted onto SCP-6865 can be healed at the instance’s discretion through anomalous means. SCP-6865 self-identify as “life-runners” and share a loosely defined, collective goal of “completing” tasks as fast as possible, and often injuring themselves in the process. SCP-6865 are sparsely located across the world, but maintain a universal, neural communication network between instances. When a task is completed by one instance, others will immediately become aware of it, including the precise timing of the record and details of how it was performed. Comparisons between the subculture of video game “speedrunning”1 and SCP-6865 have been made, but research has shown that SCP-6865 instances are relatively unaware of “speedrunning”, and when presented with the concept, show little interest, finding it to be pointless and mundane. This does not account for the vernacular similarities between SCP-6865 and speedrunning jargon, which SCP-6865 insist have evolved separately and without knowledge of one another. SCP-6865 claim to “exploit” natural faults in reality and the human body to achieve a faster completion time of their goals. However, the majority of SCP-6865 behavior is non-anomalous, and consists of ignoring social norms and injuring themselves or others as a means to “complete” a task quicker. Examples of tasks SCP-6865 routinely attempt to complete as fast as possible include: Getting terminated from a position at a new job Being run over by a locomotive vehicle Eating every item on a restaurant’s menu Getting from one location to another in an automobile2 Education courses, preferably those that encourage students to work at their own pace Following completion of a task, an SCP-6865 instance may, through poorly understood means, move its consciousness from its current body to a new host. Some instances have reported finding the “challenge” of performing tasks in certain bodies, such as animals, infants, children, or the elderly, to be enjoyable. Since 2007, over 300 unique SCP-6865 instances have been documented globally, in over 625 bodies. Addendum.6865.1: Discovery and Interview Log SCP-6865 was first documented in May, 2007 when reports of Scranton, Pennsylvania resident Michael Cottler, age 8, was witnessed outrunning his school bus, but being hit by several oncoming automobiles in the process. Cottler’s injuries did not stop him, and the boy proceeded to steal an excavator from a nearby construction site, bringing the vehicle to his elementary school. From there, Cottler proceeded to dig up the water main outside of the school, destroying it with the machine in order for the school to shut down for the day, effectively “completing” the day in little under an hour. Cottler was hostile when confronted, biting several bystanders and school staff, but was detained by authorities and passed on to the Foundation after it was clear that the boy’s injuries were not affecting him. Cottler suffered severe friction burns across his body and fractured multiple bones in his neck, shoulder, jaw, pelvic, and spinal areas. A Foundation interview with Cottler, who would be designated SCP-6865-1, was held. A transcript is included below. AUDIO-VISUAL LOG »BEGIN LOG« Agent Knoells enters the preliminary containment chamber. SCP-6865-1 is crouched in the corner, straining itself and vibrating. Agent Knoells: Michael? You ready to ta— SCP-6865-1: BING BING BING BING BING BING BING BING BING BING YIPPEE! SCP-6865-1 propels itself into the wall, creating a small hole in the metal structure. A damage alarm triggers. SCP-6865-1 falls to the floor, its skull visibly dented and blood pooling out of its ears and nose. The entity stands up and faces Knoells. When speaking, its voice sounds mechanical. Agent Knoells: What exactly are you trying to do? SCP-6865-1: Well, I am looking for exploits in the cracks of the information superhighway of life right now and such. Things that which can be considered to help us of which we need help for the faster completion of our tasks. You have taken me here where I cannot finish my runnings and tasks efficiently or even worse, at all. You cannot see the cracks but I can show you. Watch me. SCP-6865 inserts its fist into its mouth and rapidly wedges it upward, somehow “fixing” the dent in its skull. Agent Knoells: Do you— SCP-6865-1: You are all so slow. I can hear them dying and hear them being not fast, actually. In fact, I’ll perform the fastest Foundation organization interview, which I am broadcasting now for all life-runners of the local sort. Secret input code left arm, right arm, hand, hand, finger, wrist, elbow, oh, I keep hurting this head. SCP-6865-1 begins vibrating and moving its hands in fast, precise motions. The entity backs away slightly from the interview table, opens its mouth, and cranes its head downwards. It leaps into the air, slamming its front row of teeth into the table upon impact. This cracks a significant number of teeth and leaves SCP-6865-1 screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. Agent Knoells: Oh my god, oh my god! Hold on, I’ll get someone! SCP-6865-1: (Screaming) COUNTS. IT COUNTS. Agent Knoells: Shit! We’re done here! We’re done! SCP-6865-1 stops screaming for a moment. SCP-6865-1: Yes, me too, thank you and commemorate this with a remembrance of the past for all things that make us feel warm inside! SCP-6865-1’s jaw dislocates itself as it regurgitates a purple, unsteady, flickering object, later understood to be an SCP-6865 instance outside of a human body. SCP-6865-1’s jaw cracks, snaps, and hangs loose from its head as the bare entity leaves Cottler’s body, revealing it to be rectangular in shape, from what could be discerned. The being is unable to be recorded properly, as the feed becomes corrupted by various visual artifacts and the lights within the room begin to malfunction. A large flash of gray and white light is seen in the cell, and when the light clears, Michael Cottler’s body is returned to normal, with no indication that it has suffered physical damage of any sort. Cottler immediately regains consciousness and panics. »END LOG« Michael Cottler described the experience of his body being inhabited by an SCP-6865 instance as being conscious and aware of what was happening, but disassociated from his body to such a degree that he did not feel it was his own. No lasting side effects, physical or psychological, were observed, and Michael Cottler was returned to his home after amnesticization following his interview. In the following year, dozens more SCP-6865 instances were cataloged and their actions recorded. While all were non-compliant in containment, on 2008/6/03, Foundation secure facility Area-179 received a package containing a hard drive with informative videos, produced by SCP-6865 instances, that better explained their motivations and the techniques used to achieve their goals. A curated transcript has been included below. An elderly male’s face, identity unknown, is seen from the chin up, staring into the camera. He is running through a wooded area. The camera stays stable and locked into position despite the man’s speed. SCP-6865-065: Hello, Foundation. I am Liferunner Jen-Getsen, and I am bringing to you a recording of our mission and the actions we take to accomplish it. Our methods are uncommon but they are allowed for anyone to partake in. SCP-6865-065 runs directly through a tree. The camera remains fixed on the entity’s face. SCP-6865-065: We do things fast and quickly. Not slowly. The human body contains many pieces that may be exploited to perform tasks as fastly as we will perform them. Try it yourself. You can drink all of the ants from a hole in under a minute or start a fire in the woods but fast. These are things you can try. Try causing problems to do things quicker. The camera lowers, showing SCP-6865-065’s arm. The entity brandishes a large knife and cleaves a patch of skin on the underside of the forearm, revealing the veins and musculature of the arm. SCP-6865-065: Do not alarm. The camera pans up. SCP-6865-065 raises its arm and begins gnawing on its veins, stretching and tearing at them with its teeth. SCP-6865-065: Do not. SCP-6865-065 begins spinning. A hard cut briefly shows a greenscreen with SCP-6865-065 standing in front of it, and seconds later, a background is displayed, showing the top of Eiffel Tower, with a couple kissing on its bridge. SCP-6865-065: This is the power of liferunning to the fullest maximum potential of its sort. But we cannot speed up or slow down time. The clock moves the same for us all. This is what we must figure out and work towards the brightest future of all, one where we will be exploiting time to perform our tasks with the quickest of agency and fastest of urgency. A Liferunner who exploits time will be capable of completing the Golden Run. From the start of this universe we home inside to its very end. As fast as possible, like a very fast animal or perhaps a car. But faster than both of those things. The background changes to footage of the 1969 United States Moon Landing SCP-6865-065 appears to be “floating” on the lunar surface. SCP-6865-065: Man on the moon. SCP-6865-065 smiles and begins rotating clockwise while vibrating its body. It sticks its tongue out of its mouth. The recording ends. The other recordings sent to the Foundation were similar in content, and featured SCP-6865-065 demonstrating how to perform various tasks to assist in its goals, such as pulling fire alarms discreetly or taking off articles of clothing as fast as possible. Addendum.6865.2: Behavior Log In years since, a number of incidents involving SCP-6865 instances appearing in public have occurred. A timeline of notable events has been produced using eye-witness accounts as well as recordings produced by SCP-6865 instances. Location: Lincolndale, New York, United States Objective: Clearing snowfall Description: SCP-6865-034, occupying the body of Jaryn Williams, age 43, set out to clean the Lincolndale area of snow after a large storm had covered the town. Upon cessation of snowfall, SCP-6865-034 began moving at a rapid pace through Lincolndale, swallowing as much snow as it could. SCP-6865-034’s stomach ruptured multiple times from consuming such a large mass, resulting in severe damage both internal and external to the entity’s body. This did not affect SCP-6865-034, who continued to consume an estimated 45,000 kilograms of snow without issue over the next three days, clearing Lincolndale from any remnant of snowfall. Several witnesses corroborated this incident, three of which were manning city snow-plows that intercepted SCP-6865-034 while it was mobile, resulting in a collision that left the drivers injured. Upon completion of its task, SCP-6865-034 collapsed outside of its home and simultaneously regurgitated water and relieved itself for over sixteen hours. Amnesticization of Lincolndale and containment of the entity by the Foundation followed. Location: Pattaya, Thailand Objective: Fastest Bankruptcy Description: SCP-6865-088, occupying the body of Sunstra Saelau, age 72, opened a corner store selling food and general supplies. Within one minute of the business opening, SCP-6865-088 utilized a variety of methods to drain Saelau’s personal savings accounts. These included spending an exuberant amount of money, accruing a large amount of debt by making purchases on credit that it did not intend on paying back, and causing damage to the storefront via fire. Within 10 hours, the shop was damaged and in debt, with paperwork already filed for bankruptcy being approved, a process sped up due to SCP-6865-088 manually arranging documents in city filing firms. Update: This record was successfully challenged several hours later, by another instance who had achieved total bankruptcy within 6 hours. Location: Tokyo, Japan Objective: “Complete” Tokyo Disneyland Description: SCP-6865-153, occupying the body of Tao Makoto, age 6, attempted to “complete” the Tokyo Disneyland theme park. This involved deliberately breaking down attractions to last only seconds before moving on, skipping lines to board rides, consuming one of every item offered at the park’s restaurants, using every toilet in the park at least once, sleeping for a “full” night’s sleep in every possible bed in every Disney-sanctioned hotel on the resort, and purchasing at least one of every item offered in the park’s stores. This unending 47 hour process took an immense toll on SCP-6865-153’s host body, which suffered from severe vertigo, cardiovascular disease, hair loss, and third degree burns as a result of moving at an intensely rapid pace. Symptoms cured upon returning the body to its original owner. Location: Hamburg, Germany Objective: Fastest Life Description: SCP-6865-247, occupying the body of Sara Gerver, an infant passing through her mother’s birthing canal, forced itself out of her body. The entity immediately ran out of the hospital, stealing a wheeled supply cart, which it used to race through the streets of Hamburg before arriving at a funeral preparation service. SCP-6865-247 ran into an empty casket and proceeded to “die”. When its consciousness left Gerver’s body, however, it returned to its previous conditions as an alive and healthy infant child, with no lasting effects as a result of these events. Location: Reading, Pennsylvania, United States Objective: “Glitchless Run” Description: SCP-6865-283, occupying the body of Manuel Rames, age 33, claims to have lived the past three decades without attempting any exploits in order to achieve a “clean record”. SCP-6865-283 lives an otherwise ordinary life. Containment deemed unnecessary. Addendum.6865.3: Updated Containment Procedures CONTAINMENT PROPOSAL: GOLDEN RUN SCP-6865-065 On 2013/4/5, the Foundation arranged a meeting with SCP-6865-065, the entity responsible for creating the informational recordings and a well-known figure among SCP-6865 instances. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss a potential experimental containment method that would both appease SCP-6865 instances, and eliminate the strain of covering up SCP-6865 actions outside of containment, an increasingly difficult task. The proposed containment experiment would involve performing a “golden run”, a hypothetical record in which an SCP-6865 instance will experience the lifespan of the universe as quickly as possible, moving through time through the use of anomalous “reality exploits”, none of which SCP-6865 have elaborated upon or given any indicator that they are able to perform. While SCP-6865 instances found the possibility of a “golden run” appealing and important, their inability to successfully travel through time has prohibited them from performing one. The containment solution would involve hurling an SCP-6865 instance trillions of years into the future, into an isolated area of space during a period of time determined by the Foundation’s algorithms as posing an “Ultimate Fate of the Universe” scenario, with a low percentage of escape. While SCP-6865 instances insisted that if placed into the future, they could figure out a way to exploit time itself, the Foundation’s department of Temporal Anomalies made calculations to assure that this theoretical future would be inescapable and potentially deadly for the instance. This containment solution, if successful, would rid the Foundation of the increasingly expensive burden of containing SCP-6865. SCP-6865-065 was aware of the terms of the experiment, including its potential death, and agreed to act as the first SCP-6865 containment test subject, remaining confident it could exploit reality in new ways if exposed to a method of traveling through time. Utilizing a device created by the Department of Temporal Anomalies, created from materials sourced from SCP objects, including [DATA EXPUNGED] adherence to guidelines set by SCP-6865. SCP-6865-065 was hurled into the temporal mass at a speed of 5,000,000,000 kilometers per second. The entity was equipped with recording devices, and a transcription of the experiment’s results have been included below. Addendum.6865.4: Audiovisual Log SCP-6865-065 stands inside a small pod, connected to a large piece of machinery. An oscillating radar and several control panels flicker above the holding chamber. A small team of personnel sourced from the Foundation’s Department of Temporal Anomalies stand by, working various smaller, adjacent machines. Control: SCP-6865-065, do you feel your legs? SCP-6865-065: My body is unable to have its feeling senses right now! Control: Alright then, in a few seconds, we’re going to start the device. Do you remember what we talked about? SCP-6865-065: We’re about to complete a running of the Golden Run, broadcast for all Liferunners to enjoy as a nice achievement of run-lifeing. Control: (Softly) Something like that. (Louder) Okay, we’re going to count down. Good luck, SCP-6865-065! Control counts down from 20. Upon completion, the device activates itself, and a loud noise is heard as a white flash fills the holding chamber containing SCP-6865-065. Various radars and scanners sound off, and when the chamber is visible again, SCP-6865-065 is absent. The area around SCP-6865-065 vibrates intensely as the entity is flung trillions of years into the future. Duplicated copies of its own body are seen moving alongside the main entity, swirling and tottering in an unsteady vortex of purple and black. Finally, the entities “converge” into one, and SCP-6865-065 finds itself floating in an unknown area of space. No stars are visible. The entity’s body, exposed to the void, begins to freeze. SCP-6865-065 reaches out. Its hand seems to extend further than its length. The entity begins vibrating once more. SCP-6865-065: I CAN SEE THE CRACKS NOW. ARE YOU PROUD, LIA-TEY? YOUR GOLDEN RUN… IS HERE. SCP-6865-065 screams, and is launched forward by an unknown force. A golden hue is visible around the edges of the entity’s body. Its body begins to flicker in and out of existence, traversing great lengths with each appearance. The entity falls forward, but appears to be moving backward. The featureless void around it becomes white. When SCP-6865-065 reappears, a massive explosion appears alongside it. This is theorized to be the “Big Bang” of the universe. SCP-6865-065 moves incredibly fast, appearing and disappearing through large sects of space, as millions upon millions of years pass in seconds. Debris slams into one another, creating planets. Stars are born and die out. Several large, monolithic structures are seen being constructed in the distance. All the while, SCP-6865-065 moves through the fabric of space and time, racing towards earth. A second later, SCP-6865-065 phases through what appears to be a primordial form of earth life, racing over an ocean area, and eventually dropping downward into the sea. SCP-6865-065, racing through the earth’s crust at a rapid speed, begins devouring its left hand, causing it to vibrate and spin, destroying a large portion of the surrounding area. SCP-6865-065: PAIN IS THE KEY. SCP-6865-065 jabs both of its thumbs into its left eye. Its left hand heals itself. When the entity emerges from the ground, thousands of scenes, from a tribe of nomadic hunters felling a Mammoth, to a large castle being erected by colorful knights, flash by in seconds. Finally, the entity crouches into a ball and launches itself forward, resulting in it reappearing inside the Area-179 testing area, having chronologically reunited with its point of departure. The presiding researchers are shocked, but can barely react before SCP-6865-065 flies past them, moving into the future. SCP-6865-065: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. SCP-6865-065’s recording equipment flashes thousands more scenes as the entity travels hundreds, then thousands, then millions of years forward. Finally, it reaches the area it had originally been transported to. The entity clenches, seizing and vibrating intensely enough to move rapidly beyond this point in time. The recording equipment displays a white light, followed by three golden circles. The entity begins to shout enthusiastically, laughing to itself. The recording cuts out. Further contact with SCP-6865-065 has yet to be established. In the wake of these events, several SCP-6865 instances have begun intentionally injuring themselves in an attempt to “exploit the world’s natural glitches”. Presently, these endeavors have been unsuccessful, and have only resulted in an increased need for medical attention for SCP-6865 instances, despite their heightened durability. Further temporal experimentation with SCP-6865 instances is denied. Footnotes 1. Defined as the act of playing a game as quickly as possible, often with the use of technical exploits and glitches to ensure a faster completion 2. This often involves a poor understanding and blatant ignorance of traffic laws, a use of off road “shortcuts”, and multiple casualties. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6865" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6865. Licensed under CC-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: runbanner Name: Run! Author: Steve Garner License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: runside Name: Antelope Canyon, Arizona Author: minniemouseaunt License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: runbottom Name: Lost in Medina, Essaouira, Morocco Author: Dimitry B. License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr
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by stormbreath Item #: SCP-6866 Special Containment Procedures: Following an agreement with the Australian government, overnight camping within Ash Mountain National Park has been indefinitely suspended. Civilian access to Ash Mountain National Park is to occur under a limited basis only, with no extended stays in the park allowed. All patrols of park rangers inside Ash Mountain National Park are to be conducted alone, not in groups or pairs. In the event that any individual is believed to disappear in Ash Mountain National Park, the Foundation is to be alerted, rather than local or federal law enforcement. In the event that the disappeared are found deceased as a victim of SCP-6866, the Foundation will obfuscate all evidence of anomalous activity and attribute the disappearance to normal causes, attributed to the rough terrain and isolated location of Ash Mountain National Park. Description: SCP-6866 is a series of events that repeatedly occurs inside of Ash Mountain National Park in Western Australia. SCP-6866 is triggered when a group of individuals (minimum 3, observed maximum 8) stays overnight inside the boundary of the park, and concludes with the death of all involved individuals. SCP-6866 events begin with a group discovering corpses that are physically and genetically identical to themselves shortly after sunset, although the exact state of decomposition of the corpses varies between occurrences, and this detail is not always realized, as group members are typically unable to recognize their own skeletons. After the discovery of the corpses, weather patterns will become inclement and prevent the group from leaving Ash Mountain National Park for the duration of the night. Throughout the course of the night, members of the group will be confronted with anomalous phenomena which either resemble themselves from other periods of time, or anomalous phenomena that force them to confront events or memories from their past. Although the majority of these encounters are nonfatal, by the end of the night, all members of the group will be dead. Addendum: Testing Log Limited information had been gathered on SCP-6866, largely based upon home videos and other amateur recordings by previous victims. In order to test the effects of SCP-6866 in a controlled setting, six D-Class individuals were requisitioned by the SCP-6866 HMCL Supervisor. In order to replicate the normal conditions of SCP-6866 occurrence events, all six D-Class were given amnestic drugs to remove memory of their time within the Foundation, and then a second round of amnestic therapy to induce a fugue state, in which they were conditioned to accept the idea they were previously friends. Each of the D-Class were implanted with subdermal audio recording devices and concealed optical implants, allowing for recording of their experiences. The D-Class were then released into Ash Mountain National Park in a civilian vehicle shortly before sunset, in order to experience the effects of SCP-6866. OBSERVATION LOG Participants Involved: D-9009: Civilian name "Mason Hollice". 27 year-old Australian male. Double homicide. D-4162: Civilian name "Elias Greenway". 23 year-old American male. Grand larceny. D-7382: Civilian name "Christoff McArthur". 26 year-old Australian male. Serial homicide. D-3629: Civilian name "Annette Raynor". 22 year-old Australian female. Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. D-8130: Civilian name "Aaron Owens". 22 year-old Australian male. Arson. D-0192: Civilian name "Violet Hewitt." 28 year-old Australian female. Homicide. Traveling in a three-row van, the group enters Ash Mountain National Park approximately one hour before sunset. Several members of the group catch sight of their disguised Foundation handlers at the entrance to the park. Annette briefly makes eye contact with a Foundation agent, and returns to the car for the rest of the excursion at the entrance. The group arrives to their campground soon after, and begin to set up camp at the reserved campgrounds. No one else is visible in the miles of surrounding Outback brushland. They set up three tents, light a fire between them and begin to cook. During this time they discuss between themselves their relief to finally go on a vacation and their joy at no longer being cooped up. These preparations, and the process of cooking, eating and cleaning up from dinner last until sunset, when all members of the group hear a loud scream. Annette: Shit! Is someone out there? We need to go help her! Aaron rises to his feet, picking up a flashlight. Aaron: I think that might have been a wild animal. I know that like, foxes and cougars often sound like an injured woman but … nothing like that is in this area, I don't think. Elias: Did you read into what wildlife is around this area? Aaron: No, I didn't pick this place out. Who did? There is a silence and murmuring among the group, as each of them discusses the fact they were not personally responsible for choosing the destination of the camping trip, and suggesting other members of the group they thought might have been. Annette stands up and grabs a flashlight, waving to Aaron. Annette: Look, that's weird, but … it sounds like there's a woman out there. We need to help her. C'mon, Aaron, let's go. Aaron nods and walks off with Annette. The pair leaves the rest of the group — who continues to argue about who was responsible for choosing Ash Mountain as the destination — and walk off into the brush to investigate the source of the scream. While walking around Ash Mountain, Annette's flashlight sweeps over a collection of objects. She freezes, and stops Aaron by grabbing his arm. She slowly moves the flashlight back over the objects, revealing a collection of six human corpses lying face down in the gravel. Aaron breaks from her grasp and slowly walks over to the bodies, coming close to investigate. He kneels down next to a body and turns it over, revealing the face of Christoff. He recoils back in shock, shouting a profanity in the process. Annette jumps back, surprised at his reaction. Aaron: It's Christoff… Annette: What? But we just saw h-… six bodies. Oh my god. Who are the others. Who are the other five bodies, Aaron? Annette begins to hyperventilate. Aaron turns over three bodies, revealing they are identical to Mason, Elias and Violet. He looks back at Annette in fear, and then turns over the next body to see her own face. She sees the corpse, and begins to gag. He reaches over to the final corpse and pauses before deciding not to turn it over. Aaron stands and grabs Annette, dragging her back to the rest of the group. He begins to yell at the rest of the group upon arrival at the campfire. Aaron: Get up. Get the fuck up. Come on. You need to see this. I can't … I … fuck. Christ. Come on. Come on. Go, go, go. The rest of the group protests Aaron's insistence but ultimately obeys him and stands up, following him to the location of the bodies. The group investigates the bodies, with Mason turning the final corpse over to confirm it is identical to Aaron. Elias: Okay. Okay. So this is like, a hallucination, right? Shared delusion? Or like. A prank. Whichever one of you decided to come here set this up but then you realized you didn't want to take credit, or maybe it's just another layer of the prank that you claim not to know, and these aren't real bodies, right? Right? Christoff removes a knife from his belt and begins to cut open the corpse that corresponds to himself. Organs spill out of the incision he makes on the belly. Christoff: Looks plenty real to me. Real corpse. Dead for. Hmm. Hard to say? Could be a couple days, I'd think. Annette: What the hell is wrong with you? That's tampering with evidence! Violet: Since when did you know how to judge how long a body has been dead, Christoff? Christoff: Oh, since… hmm. Can't actually say. A while. Elias: Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Aaron: So we're calling the cops, right? We have to call the cops. Mason: No. We can't. I can't … I can't deal with the cops. We can't do that. And now that Christoff pulled that little stunt, man. We're screwed. We need to get out of here, now. Leave. Get out. Annette: But, they're dead bodies? We're just going to leave them there? Mason: Our bodies, Annie. Our own corpses. This isn't natural. Ain't right, what's happening here. What are the cops going to do about this? Has anyone actually died? You're still alive, aren't you? Annette: …right. Let's go. The group leaves the corpses and rushes back to the campsight. During this time, rainfall begins to pick up. By the time the group makes it back to their cars, the ground has become nearly impassibly muddy. Multiple members of the group fall down repeatedly while trying to make it back to the cars. Back at the campsite, the group abandons most of their possessions and climbs back into the cars they originally came to the campsite in. They attempt to start the van and leave, but the heavy mud causes the wheels of the van to become stuck and unable to move. Mason: Unfortunate. Christoff: Come on, out of the car. Mason, you and me. Let's try to get this out of the mud. Elias, you drive and we'll push. Elias: Uh, yeah. Sure. Mason and Christoff exit the car into the rain. Christoff begins to inspect the wheels of the van, while Mason immediately begins to push on the back of the vehicle. Aaron: Do you think the two of them have been acting weird lately? Annette: Yeah, both of them, Mostly Christoff. That whole stunt with the knife back there was pretty weird. He's not the same person I … hmm. You know, I don't think I really know him all that well. Or really at all. Violet: Yeah. I don't know either of them all that well. Aaron: Neither do I, yeah. Elias: Yeah, I don't think I really know him well either. Annette: Then why are we here? How did the four of us end up on a trip with — Aaron: Hold on. What is that? Aaron points out the window of the car, where on the horizon, six sets of flashlight are seen through the rain, sweeping through the landscape. The flashlights approach another van and climb into it, turning the headlights and interior lights on. Violet: There's no road out there, right? Aaron: No, there's not. We're facing the direction of the only road. And those lights came on out of nowhere, they just popped up. And where did that car come from? Violet leans down and opens the glove box, rummaging through it. Elias: Looking for something? Violet: Yeah, uh … I never leave the house without… Somebody must have taken my gun. Shit. Probably Christoff. I don't trust that guy at all. Aaron: Wait, somebody is getting out of the car over there. What are they doing? Through the heavy rain, the group is able to catch a glimpse of two figures emerging the van on the horizon and begin walking around. Abruptly, the lights in the distance suddenly disappear. Mason and Christoff reenter the van, sitting down on the seats, despite the fact they are incredibly wet and muddy from the rain. Aaron: They're gone. What the hell? Mason: Who is? Violet: There was like a group of people over there. Might have been like, a reflection on something, I guess. It was a car like ours, six people. So I guess it was just a trick of the light. Elias: I don't like the idea of a third set of duplicates. Christoff: No dice on the car. It's looking like we're stuck here for the rest of the night. Elias: Like, just a fifty meters from our own corpses? They're right over there, I want to get out of here. Mason: Yeah. I don't want to be here either. But there's not much we can do. The group briefly discusses their options and inability to leave the situation, before deciding the best thing to do is go back to sleep. Conditions within the van are cramped, and the majority find themselves sleeping leaned against the van doors or windows, unable to properly lay down. Despite the uncomfortable sleeping positions that most of the group find themselves in, all eventually seem to fall asleep. Some time later, Annette opens her eyes. She is no longer in the van with the rest of the group, but is now in a civilian sedan parked outside of a convenience store. She looks around in confusion, surprised to not be in the van, and then looks at the store. Slowly, she stumbles out of the car, not taking her eyes off the store. She walks forward, entering the store, looking directly at the attendant, who briefly looks at her without interest. Annette spends some time walking around the store, looking at various items. Throughout, she finds herself looking back and forth at the attendant. She is continually muttering to herself under her breath, but the subdermal audial implants are unable to pick up exactly what she is saying to herself. The little information that is gathered sounds like apologies or introductions. Annette walks up to the front desk, holding a bag of chips. She looks at the attendant, who turns to her and begins to open their mouth, with an expression of anger beginning to form on their face. Before the attendant speaks, the scene abruptly changes. Instead of being in a convenience store, Annette finds herself standing outside of the van, in the rain. She looks around in confusion, and then walks back to the vehicle and gets back inside. At the same time, Violet is awoken by Annette exiting the vehicle. She turns around and prepares to open the door, but is interrupted by a sudden burst of static from the car radio. Nobody else in the van wakes up. Violet engages in an intense conversation with the radio static, which is not intelligible to the subdermal implant. She sounds confused and scared by what she is able to hear. The conversation stops when Annette reenters the van. Violet: Hey, kid, you're drenched! You okay? I was worried about you, scared the shit out of me there. Annette: Yeah, I think I just sleepwalked there. I had the weirdest dream, and I guess I just… Violet: You do that much? Annette: Not really. Violet: Hmm. Not great. Okay, Annette, let me ask you a question. I need you to be honest, because I was just thinking about the same thing I'm about to ask you and well, I need the truth here. Okay? Annette: Sure. Violet: What's the last thing you remember before coming on this trip? The very last thing you can possibly remember? Annette: I… I, uh. Well. Okay. Honest? I was in jail. I had a long sentence. I did something bad and I was in jail for a long time. Violet: Yeah. Me too. I killed somebody and I was in for life. No chance of parole. So. How the fuck am I here? I don't remember getting out. Being released, anything. But I'm not in jail, and neither are you. How are we here? Annette: Nothing on this trip makes sense. It's … it doesn't add up, none of it adds up. Elias: We're in hell, obviously. Elias sits up from the driver's seat, turning to Violet in the passenger seat and Annette behind her. Elias: I woke up when you were talking to yourself, Violet. I was in jail for multiple counts of grand larceny, consecutive. Same thing as you. That's my last memory. So the conclusion is obvious: we're in hell. Violet: You really think that? Elias: Yeah. This is like, some kind of No Exit situation. The corpses that look like us, we're all sinners, we can't remember how we got here, who planned this, why we know each other… The devil did it. This is a whole thing meant to put us through Hell or something. Annette: You don't know the three of them are sinners. Elias: Give me a break. You think Christoff isn't? Annette and Violet both look in the back row of the van, where Christoff and Mason are still asleep. Christoff is loudly snoring, and slouched over in his seat. Annette: Yeah. You're right about him. Violet: I hate to say it, but I think he has a point. It's not like we're just jumping to the hell thing here. Why do we know each other? Annette, you're like, a teenager. I'm twenty-seven. We're the only women in this group. Why are we here? Annette: I'm twenty, actually. Violet: Close enough. Okay, Elias. I believe you. But where do we go from here? What do we do with this information? Elias: Repent, I guess. It's probably not going to happen tonight, but it's the most we can do, right. Suddenly, there is a bang on the side of the driver's side van door. The three awake members of the group whip their heads towards the source of the bang. Annette screams. On the other side of the glass is a double of Christoff, covered in blood. Blood vessels have ruptured in its eyes, causing the appearance of tears made out of blood. Mason, Christoff and Aaron wake up in response. They tense in response to the second Christoff. Christoff: Huh. Violet: Do we have weapons on us? Christoff: I have my knife. I checked the rest of the van and there's not much better options. We didn't seem to come prepared for violence. Mistake, if you ask me. Violet: For once, I'd agree with you Christoff. The Christoff double on the outside of the van continues to bang on the glass. It opens its mouth repeatedly but does not speak. It looks through the window of the car, staring at the individual members of the group. Aaron: Jesus. Why doesn't it speak, at least. Christoff: It doesn't have a tongue. Elias: How could you tell that from back there? Christoff: Educated guess. Violet: Let me guess, Christoff. That's what you used to do to your victims. You'd cut their tongues out before you killed them, right? Christoff: After. Aaron: Wait, what? Mason: Hold on, what's going on here. Violet: Elias. Elias: We're in hell. Violet's a killer, Christoff is a mass killer, I used to be a thief, Annette well. "Did something bad", she said. What'd you do, is the question? And you, Aaron. Aaron: I burned my family estate down to spite my grandparents and got put in for multiple counts of arson. Elias: Nice. Mason? Mason: Killed my wife and her boyfriend. Violet: Not too terrible, honestly. You had to get into hell somehow and that's at least understandable. Especially in comparison to him. Violet points at Christoff. She looks back at the Christoff double, which is still standing next to the car door, occasionally hitting it with an closed fist. Upon making eye contact with Violet, it stumbles away into the rain, disappearing from sight of the car. Christoff: You know, it's rude to point. Christoff stares at Violet before smirking and beginning to laugh. The rest of the car looks at him, with various expressions of surprise, before joining in and laughing with him. Violet: Funny. The group sits in relative silence for the next twenty minutes. Each member of the group presses themselves up against the car door they are closest to, keeping an eye on the rest of the group, in case of any sudden movements. No member goes to sleep or attempts to do so during this time, choosing to stay awake and monitor the others. Eventually, it stops raining outside. The group looks outside to see the clouds above clearing. Aaron gets out of the car, with the others silently following. The ground outside is covered in mud. Various members of the group find places to sit — Christoff sits down directly in the mud, leaning against a tire. Violet and Elias each sit on nearby rocks, which are wet but not muddy. Annette and Aaron climb on top of the van, and sit apart from each other. Mason remains standing. In the sky, an aurora australis begins to form. It is is uncharacteristically north for an observation of the aurora australis. Aaron: Huh. Annette: Something wrong? Aaron: I guess. It's the same sky. I recognize it. My grandparents are these rich bastards. They took the whole family on a trip to Antarctica to see the southern lights a few years back, but they didn't like my sister's boyfriend at the time and they didn't invite her on the trip. Only person they excluded, to make a point. Offered to let her come if she broke up with him. Aaron: I was pissed about that. They've always been shitty like that. Excluding people, whatever, trying to control the rest of the family. When she broke up with him a few months later, they lorded it over her. That really got my goat. Mason: So you burned their house down? Aaron: Yeah, I did. I just didn't know my little cousin was staying with them at the time. She survived, but with some nasty burns. I think she'll be alright, but at the end of the day, I hurt her without meaning to, trying get revenge on my grandparents. Annette: Would you do it again? If you knew you wouldn't hurt anyone you didn't mean to? Aaron: In a heartbeat. Fuck my grandparents. Look over to the west of us. There's going to be a big red bloom that way. A red aurora begins to appear to the west of the group, as Aaron predicted. He continues to predict and narrate the appearance and manifestation of the aurora for the next twenty minutes, until it fades away. The group sits in silence. Violet: Do you think we need to have a confessional or something? Elias: Do you think that's the point of this? To try to get us to process what we did and move on? Violet: Maybe it is? Christoff: You're not getting out anything out of me, that's for sure. I'm not interested in giving you a confession. Violet: I don't really want to hear your life story, man. Annette: Yeah, agreed. Not really interested. Christoff: Works out well for all of us, then. Violet: Mason? Mason: What I did was fucked up, I'll admit. You know, in Athens, if you found your wife in bed with another man, you were allowed to kill him on the spot, but only on the spot. Couldn't come back later and plan it, like I did. Found out, plotted for a few weeks, then I snuck home, went into bedroom, shot him and shot her right after. Annette: Brutal. Did they really deserve that? Mason: No. They really didn't. I'd say I wasn't thinking straight, but I had a while to change my mind. Elias: You could've done worse, a lot worse. Violet: You next, then. Elias: Ha. That wasn't an admission of guilt on my end. I used to be a carjacker in the states. I was prolific. Stole tons of cars back in the day. Annette: Any regret for it? Elias: Not really. Beginning to see a theme here. Mason's the only one who's shown any really regret for what he did. And even then it wasn't a lot. Mason: Not really, no. Violet: Annette? Annette: I'd rather not. Violet: Suit yourself. I stabbed a guy while trying to mug him. Died out on the street. Not great what I did. Didn't really know him. I knew I shouldn't at the time, but I still did it. The group sits in silence and continues to look up at the sky, not continuing the conversation. No members of the group speak. Aaron looks off into the distance and sees flashlights approaching. He stands up to get a better look at the flashlights, seeing a group of three coming closer to the group as he watches. Annette notices next, turning to look at the lights. Given the position of the van, the rest of the group cannot see the lights except through the windows of the car. Aaron: People from earlier are back, I think. The four members of the group not standing on top of the van move around the side to look at the flashlights as they approach. The approaching group begins shining their flashlights directly at the members of the original group, momentarily blinding them and causing them to avert their glance and look down, away from the intruders. A gunshot rings out, followed immediately by another. Mason and Elias drop to the ground, shot in the head. The rest of the group looks at them, then back at the approaching group, which is now close enough to be visible. Looking at the original group are a collection of doppelgangers, each resembling one member of the original group and covered in blood. The double of Mason is holding a handgun out, having just fired. Christoff: You're back, huh? The doppelgangers charge the original group. The original group attempts to run, but most are caught quickly. Violet is attacked by her double, who is wielding a long knife, and stabbed multiple times in the stomach. Violet ceases to resist and looks at her double. Violet: Wh- Violet's double slashes her throat with the knife before she can finish speaking. It stands over and wipes the blood off the knife. Violet's head falls back and the double falls out of frame. Annette and Christoff begin to get into a physical altercation with their doubles. The Christoff double is unarmed, attempting to choke the original Christoff. After a violent struggle, he is able to grab Christoff's head and neck and snaps the original's neck. The original drops to the ground, unmoving. Annette's double is carrying a club wrapped in barbed wire, and uses it to attack the original. Eventually, the Annette double backs away, looking to the second Christoff. Annette Double: Come on. Finish it. The original Annette is covered in blood, with multiple broken limbs and facial wounds. She tries to crawl away from the second Christoff, but is unsuccessful. He grabs her by the neck and holds her down until her body goes limp. Aaron is left as the final remaining member of the group. He has fallen off the van and is limping away from the campsite, but is unable to make it far before the doubles of Mason and Elias grab him. The pair drags him back to the van and forces him inside. The interior of the van is wet, and Aaron begins to panic. The double of Violet retrieves the keys to the car, and locks the car with Aaron inside. He struggles with to unlock the door manually, but the lock appears to jam and does not open. Aaron's double pours gasoline over the car. It lights a match and tosses it onto the car. The car catches fire, and begins to burn. The interior catches on fire, having evidently been doused with gasoline as well. Aaron bangs on the door of the car, screaming until he suffocates from the smoke and collapses. Several members of the group died with their eyes open and their ocular implants continue to monitor the scene. The doppelgangers walk around the campsite, inspecting their work and talking to each other — although the gain is insufficient to make out any information. Eventually, the doppelgangers lie down, and melt into a black liquid. The bodies remain in place until an hour after sunrise, when a Foundation clean-up crew arrives. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6866" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6866. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Item #: SCP-6867 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6867's designation has been changed to Neutralized; no further Special Containment Procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-6867 designates the stallion "Lucky Bucky," who performed as a 'diving horse' across central and eastern Canada from 1905 to 1910. During the majority of his career, SCP-6867's performances were typical spectacles: the horse would be led up an elevated structure, and jump into a body of water from a height of 6 to 15 meters. However, from 1909 onward, SCP-6867's performance began to include increasingly atypical phenomena: the horse progressively dived from high and higher heights — the highest recorded jump occurring from a 30-meter tall platform. Additionally, following SCP-6867's descent during these performances, the horse was documented as emerging unharmed from the body of water and capable of walking across its surface to return to shore. Promotional material described SCP-6867 as 'miraculous,' and over subsequent displays the horse inspired a small group of worshippers who would follow SCP-6867 between exhibitions, claiming that the horse was divinely protected. The increasingly high-profile nature of SCP-6867's performances and the newspaper coverage of the horse's worship led to a Foundation investigation into the cause of SCP-6867's anomalous properties. It was subsequently determined that the horseshoes worn by SCP-6867 had been thaumaturgically enchanted with a series of runes, enabling these performances to take place. In response, Foundation personnel covertly inscribed anti-runes on the horseshoes, negating their thaumaturgic properties. Following its subsequent performance, SCP-6867 was classified as Neutralized. Addendum: [File Unarchived] On 2022/06/17, a metal plaque was discovered at the location of SCP-6867's final performance. The following message was engraved on its surface: HORSE JESUS DIVED FOR YOUR SINS ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6867" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6867. Licensed under CC-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: DHorse.jpg Name: The diving horse at the Hanlan's Point Amusement Park, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, around 1907 Author: William James License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_diving_horse_at_Hanlan%27s_Point.jpg
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Tstaffor This is a rewrite of an article by Cremo You can check out more of my work here: Tstaffor's Isolated Containment Terminal Item#: 6868 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6868. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6868 is to be contained in a standard animate object containment unit at Site-228. All handling of SCP-6868 is to be performed while wearing gloves. SCP-6868 is not to be brought near any liquids. Description: SCP-6868 is an animate and sentient rubber duck toy, which is 9x9.5x8 cm large. On its bottom a stylized W has been printed in purple. SCP-6868 is able to maneuver itself slowly with small jumps. Since recovery, SCP-6868 has refused all attempts at communication, hopping away from any personnel attempting to come near it. It has been determined that SCP-6868 has haphephobia.1 Its main anomalous property is triggered upon physical contact with any liquid. SCP-6868 is able to transform liquid substances into purified water and pink soap bubbles. The bubbles then form small animate replicas of various types of ships, submarines, and airplanes, which then start to fly and sail autonomously. These bubbles are noted to be edible and taste similar to strawberries. This anomalous property is capable of converting liquid to purified water at a speed of 5 liters per second. This process is automatic with SCP-6868 seemingly having no control over the effect. Once removed from the liquid, the conversion will immediately stop and all converted liquids show no further anomalous properties. Addendum 6868-1: Discovery Log During routine text message surveillance, a series of texts seemingly referring to an anomalous object led to the discovery of SCP-6868 in Klaus Heartz's personal effects. An excerpt of text messages between Klaus Heartz and Otto Knebel has been included below. otto what's up found a box on the side of the road. remember opening that stuff at the warehouse? of course I do! u gonna open it? you know it. mystery box time. ugh I hate these stupid scissors. I just cut my finger opening this lol serves you right for STEALING! hey, there could be anything in here it's probably some dude's mail. you're gonna feel like a horrible person in 3… 2… what??? that's weird the box is rattling congrats, you just stole someone's pet snake don't think so. there's no airholes …aaaaaand it's a rubber duck and a note. yikes Note: Heartz then sent a photo of a hand-written note, which has been transcribed below: Got a new prototype from work for ya! I'm sorry I haven't been there that much. Hopefully Bobby will keep you company while I'm gone ♡ Love, Dad oh, it's worse. you stole from a child. WAIT WAIT WAIT what? thing moves on its own. no batteries either! how???: he's kinda cute it's just hopping around on its own. neat toy. send a video look at this!! i havent touched it!!! your cat's gonna eat it lol he's fast ok, I've cornered him The doors locked, could you let me in? Klaus, you coming to the door? Klaus? During the autopsy of Klaus Heartz, all bodily fluids were found to be purified water with a large number of pink soap bubbles found inside Heartz' chest cavity. Footnotes 1. Fear of human contact or being touched. Porridge □ More by Tstaffor □ ▣ More by Tstaffor ▣ Tstaffor's Author page! If you like my writing, check out my Podcast with Luxaiko! The Scip Squad Podcast Hub SCPs SCP-6868 Rating: 412 SCP-7500 Rating: 313 SCP-6552 Rating: 166 SCP-3837 Rating: 141 SCP-6557 Rating: 137 SCP-6558 Rating: 96 SCP-5722 Rating: 94 SCP-6547 Rating: 94 SCP-5847 Rating: 93 SCP-5846 Rating: 92 SCP-7979 Rating: 74 SCP-6554 Rating: 71 SCP-6226 Rating: 70 SCP-6067 Rating: 64 SCP-1551-EX Rating: 52 SCP-6553 Rating: 50 SCP-555-J Rating: 47 SCP-6551 Rating: 39 SCP-6588 Rating: 37 SCP-5846-J Rating: 27 Tales Log of Non-Anomalous Items Rating: 209 SCP-173 But... it's a Collaborative Log Rating: 178 SCP-173 But... Rating: 165 Mfw Rating: 101 Goat VR? More like Goat VeRy bad game! Rating: 78 Log of Non-Anomalous Items II: Sequels are Always Worse Rating: 75 The Knights of Wonder Rating: 37 The Unhuman Experience: Former Prime Minister Harold Holt Rating: 29 MZL-1915 Rating: 25 GOI Formats SPC-3008 Rating: 302 Herman Fuller Presents: Shapes the Clown Rating: 14 Hubs Format Screw Hub Rating: 139 The Scip Squad Podcast Hub Rating: 44 Art An ASCII Egg That Kills You For No Reason Rating: 40 Bubbly Bobby the ASCII Ducky Rating: 40 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6868" by Tstaffor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6868. Licensed under CC-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_bobby Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6868/scp_bobby.jpg Filename: box_bobby Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6868/box_bobby.jpg Filename: run_bobby Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6868/run_bobby.jpg
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RAISA NOTICE You are currently editing draft: SCP-#### Draft Status: INCOMPLETE The Recordkeeping And Information Security Administration is required to alert you that 143 authors have previously edited this document. Please be aware that their footnotes are available below. Where it was found. Item #: SCP-####1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is contained within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell somewhere in Site-433. You should only enter the chamber if you have a biohazard suit on. Tears emitted by SCP-#### are cleaned with a vacuum cleaner. Eye contact is not to be made with the anomaly during this time, neither is speaking. SCP-#### is to be interviewed every month, except when the interviewer forgets to interview SCP-####.3 Don't mess around with the tears that SCP-#### emits. Just pour them into the anomalous waste bin, otherwise I'm pretty sure you'll be at risk of becoming an SCP-####-1 instance, and we'd rather not deal with that.4 That's all I think? Description: SCP-#### is a really sad man. It's stout, blue colored, has a bulbous nose, and it only wears shoes.5 One of the most noticeable features of SCP-#### is that it doesn't even look like it's there. It looks like a drawing in real life.6 It doesn't look like you'd be able to touch its icky, spongy, saltwater skin. But you can.7 It is not of interest, this is the main anomaly. It is very difficult to speak, write, or interact with SCP-#### in a way that isn't half-hearted. This is why we're doing it like this, it is genuinely hard to express any emotion towards it in a genuine fashion.8 I dunno what term we even use for this sort of thing and I don't really want to look it up right now, I am so tired.91011 SCP-#### is always crying because it is a sad man. Voice sounds like if an actor didn't know what accent they were doing so they just did whatever they could come up with.12It is always in this constant state of misery and woe and it can't really explain why, even when we ask as nicely as we can.13 SCP-####'s constant crying has become an issue, as its tears are anomalous and have an effect. They're light blue, appear similar to how it looks,14 and when cleaned the tears leave behind a shiny stain. The anomaly of the tear fluid happens when you get it on your skin.15 People who get the tears anywhere on their skin will start becoming a thing called SCP-####-1. The process is poorly understood cause most people viewing someone turning into a -1 were uncomfortable and looked away.16 These SCP-####-1 are similar to SCP-#### except for the fact they are shaped different, resembling a pitiful version of the person affected. When multiple are around, SCP-####-1 are often seen attempting to comfort each other.17 They are all really sad, just like SCP-####. Despite the fact that all SCP-####-1 were formerly human, it's still hard to interact with them in earnest.18 SCP-#### was discovered in the home of a guy named Fred Johnson after reports of crying in his house. There was a lack of anything in the home.19 SCP-#### was discovered and taken to Site-433. Fred Johnson is missing. Conversation: We decided to get someone to talk to it. Interviewer: D-171120 Interviewee: SCP-#### Note: A researcher21 wrote questions on a napkin for the D-Class to read out to the thing. There were four questions in total. (start log) D-1711: This suit is stuffy. How the hell am I gonna read my notes in this thing? Researcher sighs. Researcher: Please enter the chamber, I do not have time for complaints. D-1711: Hey, I'm doing you all a favor here! I have every r- Researcher: You say that like you have a choice. D-1711: I— I know, it's just… you don't understand! It's different! I— you… Researcher: Enter the chamber. D-1711: Okay. D-1711 enters SCP-####'s chamber. SCP-#### is crying in a fetal position, his face casted downwards. Puddles of shimmering tears coat the floor. D-1711 appears nauseous. D-1711: Why is it so damn hot in here? Did you guys forget to leave the air conditioning on or something? Researcher: Oh. Uhh, yeah. I guess we did. D-1711: Wait, for real? D-1711 laughs. D-1711: I was just joking! Maybe that's what has this thing crying. Christ, are those… tears all over the floor? Aren't you supposed to clean af- Researcher: Listen, just ask the damn thing those questions on your napkin, alright? D-1711: Jesus, alright man. Lighten up a little. SCP-#### looks up at D-1711, face damp with sweat and tears. D-1711 recoils in surprise. SCP-####: How? D-1711: Oh, I wasn't talking to you. Uhh, anyway, I need to ask you some questions. SCP-#### snivels. SCP-####: You won't be able to get it. It's not even here. D-1711 holds the napkin up to his face, squinting his eyes to view the questions. D-1711: Okay, here we go. Question number one, how are you feeling? SCP-#### stops crying for a moment, appearing bewildered. SCP-####: Huh? D-1711: Should I repeat the question? SCP-####: No, you're fine. It's just… I thought it was apparent… am I not… D-1711: You feel sad, right? I understand. SCP-#### begins to weep. D-1711 anxiously sways his arms back and forth rhythmically. SCP-####: That's what everyone's going to understand about me now, isn't it? Here I was hoping for once that… I don't fucking know. I don't know! I don't even know! It's not that far ahead! SCP-#### has a tantrum, throwing its own body onto the walls of its containment cell until tiring itself out and lying on the floor. D-1711's body language during this expresses discomfort and fear. D-1711: Shit. SCP-####: Just leave me alone. Get the questions over with and go away! This won't work! This won't change anything. You aren't even near the root of it. D-1711: Okay, I will continue. Question number two, why are you like this? SCP-#### winces. SCP-####: I don't kn— SCP-#### clasps its hands over its mouth, screaming. SCP-####: Is that all I can fucking say? I- I'll just tell you the best I can, okay? Okay! So, I was me, okay? I was just myself. My name was Fred Johnson. Okay? And I was just in my house. I was doing something there. I was doing Fred Johnson shit, y'know. Just doing something I'd do. I don't know what the fuck that would be, but I was doing it. SCP-####: And that's when I felt it. Like something invisible rubbing against my body. It was like sandpaper. It scraped and scratched against the outside and inside. I closed my eyes before I could see what it was doing to me, but before I did, I saw the room I was in fizzing and scraping itself into pieces. SCP-####: It hurt, and I wasn't Fred Johnson. D-1711: Oh. Is that the reason you're sad? SCP-#### laughs, screams, and blubbers for about a minute. SCP-####: No. D-1711: Okay. I- I'll try and… I'm… you don't have to… it's… oh… D-1711 stands silent for 24 seconds. D-1711: Question number three, why do your tears change people? SCP-####: I think it's the only way. D-1711: The only way to… what exactly? SCP-####: I don't know. D-1711: Alright. Silence for around 20 seconds. D-1711: Next question. Question number four… D-1711's eyes appear to widen. D-1711: What the fuck? No. I'm not fucking saying this. Who the hell wrote this? Researcher speaks through the door of the chamber, muffled. Researcher: Please comply with the experiment. D-1711: You wrote this, didn't you? Researcher sighs. Researcher: Y'know what? Fuck it. We're getting nowhere with this. I'm opening the door. D-1711: Sick fuck. (end log) Researcher was reprimanded for the fourth question he wrote.22 update: we didnt do a rlly good job searching through fred johnsons house i think. we ended up checking up on it agian and we found a note on the bathroom floor. + the note - the note whatever23 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-####" by ratking666, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6869. Licensed under CC-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: itsokaytocry.jpg Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki This image is a composite of: Name: empty room Author: Steven Perez License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: thenoteattheendthatexplainseverything.gif Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Footnotes 1. We don't know the number yet. 2. Ditto. 3. Shit happens, y'know? 4. One's enough, guys. 5. Dudes always butt naked. It's weird. 6. very hard to look at drawing 7. its rlly hard to explain in a way thats clinical. its seriously like if you touched a drawing and felt actual wet skin, it seriously fucks with your head in a way i cant even articulate. 8. It feels natural to treat it this way. 9. yeah me too 10. Me 2 11. Me three. 12. It's voice sounds like nothing.. 13. Really, really frustrating to deal with. 14. not real looking 15. please be careful 16. have you ever squeezed one of those super lumpy stress balls to the point it looked like it was about to pop? 17. They're not really good at it. They just cry all over each other. 18. kinda wanna miss them though 19. its like all the furniture and decor of the house evacuated. 20. We tried getting Rowan to interview it but when we put him in the same room as it he started getting really terrified and hyperventilating and we had no clue why so we just kicked him out of there. 21. its been a while, i dont rlly remember his name. 22. cold not curel yada yada 23. how long has it been since we checked on it anyway
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CONFIDENTIAL Security Clearance Level 4 Dr. Eveline Nadir, Archivist, 91-360 Provisional Site 985 S E K T N Any_value Condition-time A5 A4 A3 A2 B5 B4 B3 B2 C5 C4 C3 C2 D5 D4 D3 D2 E5 E4 E3 E2 KETER AAA EEE Ȼ ? T Any_value Vedist I Vedist II Vedist III Vedist IV Vedist V Vedist VI SCP-6870 Item #: SCP-6870 Special Containment Procedures: The building and car park above SCP-6870 have been bought by the Foundation and converted into Provisional Site 985. Nearby roads have been diverted and privacy walls and vegetation are to be maintained to block views of the shaft entrance from all accessible angles. Provisional Site 985 is permanently staffed by four members of STF-Gamma-99 (Duck and Cover) who are provided with all necessary defense equipment. Two 6870-certified radio technicians are present at the site to perform routine check-ups and maintenance on the radio equipment within SCP-6870. Upon the absence of a technician, a qualified backup is to be sent promptly from a nearby site. Description: SCP-6870 is a bunker located beneath the parking lot of a former automotive repair business in ██████ ███████, accessible by means of a 65 meter deep vertical shaft. The bunker is sealed by a metal bulkhead, upon which is fastened a brass plaque. The plaque has been defaced with a sharp tool beyond legibility. The interior of the bunker resembles a shortwave radio broadcast station, with technology dating from between 1955 and 1961. The station contains one anomalous piece of technology, designated SCP-6870-1. Section of SCP-6870-1 SCP-6870-1, when fed with an electronic signal, broadcasts that signal in the HF band at a strength resembling that of a very large above-ground curtain array transmitter. SCP-6870-1's signals are present at low levels around the globe, excluding only the interior of SCP-6870 itself. The only other notable feature of SCP-6870 are five regularly spaced pedestals, each topped with a padded glass case and equipped with quadruple-redundant microphones, which all feed an audio signal to SCP-6870-1. Within each of the glass cases are small objects of presumed natural origin, designated SCP-6870-a through SCP-6870-e. Of these objects, only one can be interpreted as being man-made, but true age is impossible to determine due to a complete lack of radioactive ions in their composition. SCP-6870-a through -e all emit semi-repetitive sounds at a uniform peak of 30 decibels. Listening to these sounds induces feelings of nausea and fear that increase with exposure. Whether this effect is anomalous is unknown. Table of SCP-6870 instances and the sounds they produce: Instance Designation Instance Type Sound Produced SCP-6870-a 4.5 cm shard of black volcanic glass. Heavily muffled low human voice, repeating a single syllable transcribable as "blal" or "blao." Negligible variation between repetitions. SCP-6870-b Desiccated leaf of unknown species. The sound of a drop falling into a body of water. No variation between repetitions. SCP-6870-c 5cm wide weathered dacite stone. An unceasing, high pitched keening cry at an average of 3462 Hz. Small variation in the tone is constant, but no repetition has been found. SCP-6870-d Flattened zinc disc with a hole in the center. Labored, congested breathing. Moderate to high variation between breaths. SCP-6870-e Metacarpal bone of an unknown hominid species. Non-repeating but highly structured musical whistling, played by an unknown instrument. Sound alternates unpredictably between four complex refrains on a microtonal scale containing sixty-one notes. Since the bunker's discovery by the Foundation in 1991, the volume of the sounds produced by SCP-6870-a through -e have dropped by █ percent. Microphones in each pedestal have been moved closer to compensate.
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by Ralliston Please see my Author Post in the Discussion for some extremely important licensing information. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 6/6871 LEVEL 6/6871 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6871 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: Instructions regarding SCP-6871's execution and ingredients are to be limited only to the O5 Council the Administrator. All unauthorized individuals attempting to obtain this information are to be terminated on-site. All testing involving SCP-6871 is to have at least 5 separate witnesses,1 which are to be imperatively stationed in Exclusionary Site-01 alongside the file for SCP-6871 during the procedure. Similarly, to avoid a paradox time loop, the individual performing the test is to be located within said Site, and the item on which SCP-6871 is performed outside it. Description: SCP-6871 is a thaumaturgic ritual capable of removing persons, objects, and / or phenomena from the baseline timeline. When executed properly, the target’s impact and actions within the timeline will be retroactively erased and replaced. Discovery: [REDACTED PER RAISA/DELTA-T DIRECTORSHIP EMERGENCY ORDER] Addendum 6871-1: SCP-6871 Testing Log Test Number Person Conducting Item of Removal Result #1 D-51832 One dollar bill of random choosing No differences noted. #2 D-51832 One dollar bill previously used by Dr. Brenda to purchase coffee Dr. Brenda was visibly more tired throughout the day, resulting in visibly smaller progress on her current project than before. #3 D-81920 D-51832 All prior tests, as well as their results, have been reverted as a result. #4 D-91726 D-81920 Reality was restored to an identical state as in Test #2, with the exception of D-81920's existence. #5 D-51832 Dr. Brenda Research on numerous anomalies Dr. Brenda was employed on was visibly more advanced, with Dr. Williams, a person she fought against for the position, achieving a much higher Clearance Level than her. #6 D-51832 Dr. Williams The position for which Dr. Brenda and Dr. Williams previously fought remained unclaimed, resulting in the removal of the discovery of seven previously known SCP objects. #7 D-51832 Dr. Elias Shaw Though the current host of Dr. Shaw was removed as per standard result, SCP-963, alongside Dr. Shaw's consciousness, remained unharmed. #8 D-51832 All 126 total Dr. Elias Shaw's hosts Though all 126 of the individuals were removed as per standard result, another 126 individuals were found to be Dr. Shaw's hosts. #9 D-51832 SCP-963 Dr. Shaw's consciousness, alongside all research progress he had achieved was lost. #10 D-17253 D-51832 Reality was restored to an identical state as prior to testing, with the exception of D-51832's existence. #11 The Administrator SCP-6871 N/A — Overruled by Delta-T to avoid a temporal paradox. #12 O5-12 SCP-682 Despite the ritual's proper execution and the object's initial removal alongside the damage it caused, seconds later, SCP-682 reappeared in the containment cell, commenting with the following words: "Pathetic." It refused to elaborate on the incident further. #13 O5-12 SCP-1000 The entire race of the Children of the Night was removed, resulting in humanity being the dominant species ever since its inception. Human society was advanced beyond recognition, with numerous deific entities and outstandingly advanced technology being integrated into it. #14 D-91826 O5-12 As the last three tests were conducted without direct order from the Council and with catastrophic results, reality was restored to the state before test #12. #15 O5-2 Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") The Chaos Insurgency, alongside 2% of the Foundation's scientific personnel and 1.5% of MTF units disappeared from baseline reality. Further research is ongoing. #16 O5-8 D.C. al Fine D.C. al Fine, alongside the Global Occult Coalition, disappeared. As a result, the SCP Foundation had become the main anomalous organization in the world, currently rivaling a worldwide rebellion led by the Grand Karcist Ion alongside the Klavigaar. #17 O5-3 Grand Karcist Ion Human society had regressed to a point in the bronze age. A majority of human progress, alongside the Church of the Broken God and all O5 Council members, had disappeared from reality. Records indicate humanity was unable to progress further than said age for more than 3000 years. Further research is ongoing. #18 The Administrator I'm sorry I allowed all of this. I'm so, so sorry. File Commentary: The above document was found in the Deepwell archives of the ruins of a building marked as "Exclusionary Site-01" found in Oregon, USA, during a Coalition raid following civilian reports of unidentified ruins found within the woods. Research indicates the building is at least 2000 years old and belongs to a worldwide organization specializing in the containment of anomalous phenomena called the "SCP Foundation." No organization by that name or evidence supporting its existence exists. Footnotes 1. Currently consisting of the Administrator, Maria Jones, O5-1, O5-13, and Dr. Gears. 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Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6871. Licensed under CC-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-6872
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by Fishish and Ralliston Co-written by Fishish and Ralliston ► Fishish's Authorpage ► Ralliston's Authorpage [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/6872 LEVEL 5/6872 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6872 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6872 is to be activated only as a preventative last resort for a global K-Class Scenario. Activation of SCP-6872 requires the express authorization of the majority of O5 Council members. Non-O5 Council personnel attempting to access information relating to SCP-6872's mechanisms or activation requirements are to be terminated immediately, regardless of Clearance level. UPDATE 15/09/2022: Foundation personnel are to report shortness of breath, tingling sensations, and phantom pain to the nearest Foundation clinics for amnestic and medical treatment. Feelings of insects crawling along the body are to be disregarded. Description: SCP-6872 designates a Foundation-made memetic trigger embedded into the cerebellum of every human being worldwide. Following its proper activation, SCP-6872 allows for the simultaneous transmission of a concept, memeplex, or thaumaturgic spell to every member of the Homo sapiens species. SCP-6872 is a final failsafe that allows the Foundation to exact a number of measures meant to prevent or shield humanity in the event of an irreversible K-Class Scenario. SCP-6872's activation rituals were established in case of an event that would require any of the following for the continuation of the human race: Drastic and immediate alteration of mankind's physical and / or mental form; Simultaneous transmission of an idea, message, or protective spell to every human being worldwide; Gaining temporary control over all of humanity and all of its actions; Temporary incapacitation of all of Earth's population; The termination of the human race. Discovery: SCP-6872 is theorized to have existed inside of humanity ever since its initial creation. Site-01's Deepwell Archives include an undated proposal from the Administrator for the modification of the human genome to include SCP-6872; what exactly would lead to the approval of such an action in the first place remains unknown. Addendum 6872-1: Abridged List of Planned SCP-6872 Contingencies To ensure the quickest possible usage of SCP-6872 should its activation become necessary, Overwatch Command has prepared a series of highly complex contingent SCP-6872-related protocols that could be, if need arise, activated as soon as possible. Below attached is their abridged list. Contingency Number Description Further Comments 2819-Z-3 Entirely remove the Homo sapiens need for food, water, and oxygen intake in the case of a GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse" Scenario rendering Earth incapable of providing the aforementioned resources. UNIMPLEMENTED. Note that 2819-Z-3 should not be treated as a permanent solution, and that, following the return of Earth into a standard state, it should be reverted as quickly as possible. [635 lines omitted for brevity] 3936-Z-3 Restructure the physical form of mankind from one that would perish under the ongoing circumstances to a resilient one, effectively triggering a controlled LK-Class "Species Transmutation" Scenario until the situation can be put under control. IMPLEMENTATION DEBATED. [189 lines omitted for brevity] 6217-G-6 In case of an emergent CC-Class "Collapse of Chemistry" Scenario, restructure the base of the human DNA to no longer include and rely on the carbon element, effectively allowing for life to continue as normal. PENDING REEVALUATION. As per the official request of Chemistry Department personnel, Contingency 6217-G-6 activation protocols are pending an update to ensure its activation would remain safe. 3125-B-7 Immediate, painless termination of the entirety of humanity to ensure SCP-3125's incarnation in baseline reality — and, by extension, the entire observable human memepletic multiverse — does not succeed were it to collide with our world in an irreversible capacity. As SCP-3125 requires sapient hosts to incarnate and is otherwise a threat that is incapable of being fought against in any way, this would effectively ensure its permanent neutralization. UNIMPLEMENTED. Project explicitly overridden by Antimemetics Division Director, Bart Hughes and deemed the wrong way to combat SCP-3125's threat. [291 lines omitted for brevity] 9123-I-1 In the place of the now-nonexistent human consciousness in the case of an MK-Class "End of Human Consciousness" scenario, rebuild a memeplex construct that is nearly identical to the aforementioned consciousness and input it into the human noospheric signature, ensuring the proper continuation of humanity's awareness. UNIMPLEMENTED. Heavily debated alongside a controlled previous destruction of human consciousness as a more humane and efficient temporary replacement for Contingency 3125-B-7, should the need for its activation arise. [901 lines omitted for brevity] 0213-A-3 Transport the entirety of the human consciousness into an artificially-recreated Earth hosted inside Site-119's supercomputer server system. Would result in an effective, full, and near-permanent separation from baseline reality and the stimulus it would normally host — including hunger, thirst, and death — replacing both with their digitalized versions, should either prove no longer appropriate for the human race. IMPLEMENTED . UPDATE 12/09/2021: SCP-6872 Contingency 0213-A-3 implemented on a limited scale in order to combat emergent ΩK-Class Scenario. O5-4 chosen as the primary Overseer Project Lead. RAISA Headquarters Site-7 successfully transplanted to simulated reality. UPDATE 20/05/2024: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover Foundation Sites -15, -17, -19 -43, -55, -64, -87, and -120. Overall Foundation personnel integration estimated to be around 15%. UPDATE 19/04/2027: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover Foundation Sites -14, -41, -45, -54, -184, -246, -300, -322, and -666. Overall Foundation personnel integration estimated to be around 60%. Overall human population integration initiated. UPDATE 23/08/2028: Minor SIMULACRUM server error detected; determined to be caused by insufficient thaumic cooling input via the ritualistic engines present in Site-119's basements. Power restored 2 minutes following incident. Operation resumed as normal. UPDATE 02/12/2040: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover all remaining Foundation Sites with the exception of Overwatch Command. Overall Foundation personnel integration completed, with the exception of the O5 Council and Site-119 personnel. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 15%. SIMULACRUM servers expanded five times in size to ensure proper and believable simulation activation. UPDATE 23/08/2064: SIMULACRUM servers experience an inexplicable error cascade, terminating in a 10-minute freeze of its operation. Cause determined to be insufficient memory capacity; server hard-drives ontokinetically enlargened to ensure proper fourth-dimensional stability and to properly encapsulate the large new numbers of users estimated within the next few years. Operation resumed soon after the appropriate repairs were made. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 45%. UPDATE 20/11/2087: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover all remaining major population centers as well as large portions of smaller establishments. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 80%. Preparations to properly activate simulated death inside of SIMULACRUM began. UPDATE 18/01/2099: Artificial death achieved inside of simulation via the usage of full stimuli-blocking protocols paired with the transportation of the simulated body to the void beyond the main map of the Earth. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 95%. UPDATE 15/02/2101: SIMULACRUM experiences a major series of errors throughout most of its systems, terminating in a 2-hour freeze of its operation. Simulated death stops operation for 2 weeks. Cause determined to be an insufficient amount of Akiva pumps exhausting humanity's input into appropriate waste management methods, resulting in major destabilization of the belief of the concept of death. Site-119 Director Ashton Norva and SIMULACRUM Lead Sammi Radcliffe lost during repairs. Technical Lead Davis Rosen promoted to Site and Project Director by order of O5-4. Operation re-activated. UPDATE 09/08/2104: Last-minute checks for SIMULACRUM operation before the full integration of human race; no existing errors located. Operation greenlit. UPDATE 29/07/2130: Overall human population integration fully completed. Only Overwatch Command remains outside of simulation. Preparations to integrate it into SIMULACRUM ongoing. O5-4 remains outside of simulation, monitoring its operation in the primary control room. UPDATE 12/06/2278: SIMULACRUM suffers near collapse as its servers are unable to withstand the amount of processing power necessary to simulate the death of so many individuals; contingencies that ensure its servers' automatic growth via anomalous means without outside intervention put into place via the order of O5-4. For 3 minutes during the error cascade, outside stimuli are felt by simulation occupants. Global amnestic protocols activated. No signs of incident ensue. SIMULACRUM resumes operation. UPDATE 19/04/2290: SIMULACRUM growth contingencies fully operational. 2% of Earth is now encapsulated by Site-119. Overwatch Command mitigation complete in 99%. Only the O5 Council remains outside of stimulated reality. UPDATE 12/07/2299: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 5% of the Earth — meets the planet's ocean, allowing for 5 minutes of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Automatic repair drones take care of the issue 20 seconds after its occurrence. Operation ensures. O5-1, O5-6, O5-7, O5-9, O5-11, O5-12, and O5-13 all enter the simulation, personally overseen by O5-4. To ensure his further objective judgment, control of SIMULACRUM has now been migrated and isolated to the inside of Overwatch Command wherein O5-4 remains entirely quarantined from the rest of the Site. Any further duties that consist of anything other than monitoring SIMULACRUM have been mitigated to remaining O5 Level personnel. UPDATE 05/10/2301: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 20% of the Earth — gets overtaken by wildlife growth, allowing for 30 minutes of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Automatic repair drones take care of the issue 2 minutes after its occurrence. Further elimination of excess insects and animals in progress. Operation ensures. O5-2, O5-3, O5-5, O5-8, and O5-10 all enter the simulation. O5-4 remains, sealed inside the previously mentioned chamber to ensure appropriate preparations are completed. UPDATE 02/07/2315: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 56% of the Earth — succumbs to violent locust attacks, caused by its infrastructure overgrowing with the species' primary food source, allowing for 2 hours of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. O5-4-controlled repair drones take care of the issue 3 hours after its occurrence. Operation ensues. UPDATE 07/05/2322: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 80% of the Earth — succumbs to a rapidly spreading wildfire, caused by the global sprawl of flora, allowing for 1 day of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Automatic repair drones resolve the issue 6 weeks after its occurrence, but destroy 16% of available hardware resources during the process. O5-4 completes all preliminary prerequisites for automated SIMULACRUM function and submits a request to enter the simulation. UPDATE 09/12/2416: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 100% of the Earth — begins overflowing from a sudden abundance of living animal carcasses caused by the rapidly-spreading locust population, allowing for 1 week of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Repair drones rendered inoperable. O5-4 -controlled repair drones rendered inoperable. O5-4's previous request for entry inside SIMULACRUM is denied by the O5 Council. Global amnestization inside of simulation occurs. Operation ensues. UPDATE 02/02/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. Global amnestization inside of simulation approved. Operation ensues. UPDATE 06/08/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. No attempt to locate its cause is made. O5 Level personnel voice dissaproval; no response from O5-4 detected. Weekly global amnestization of SIMULACRUM population approved by O5-4. Operation ensues. UPDATE 20/09/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. All members of the simulation — even O5 Level personnel — now explicitly forbidden from communicating outside of SIMULACRUM. Daily and targeted global amnestization, especially regarding any topics of the existence of the "real world," is approved by O5-4. Operation ensues. UPDATE 15/11/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. No input from O5-4 detected. Hourly global amnestization of SIMULACRUM population approved by O5-4. Operation ensues. UPDATE 09/02/2418: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. Bi-hourly global amnestization of SIMULACRUM population approved by O5-4, but later deemed to no longer be a viable strategy. O5-4 attempts to leave Site-119. Automatic response drones react accordingly. Operation ensues. UPDATE 06/01/2419: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. Outside stimuli errors deemed as part of baseline reality. All reports of users suffering inexplicable insect bites are archived and promptly ignored. Operation ensues. UPDATE 23/05/2419: Foundation resources deemed insufficient to combat any further approaching errors. Due to the Earth's conversion into Site-119, global undoing of Contingency 0213-A-3 is deemed impossible. All ongoing feelings of live consumption by insects and / or growing of plants inside bodies added to the definition of baseline reality. Operation ensues. UPDATE 14/08/2420: Per unanimous decision of the O5 Council inside SIMULACRUM, Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to include O5-4 as its permanent pilot. 63% of SIMULACRUM systems experience spontaneous critical shutdown. Further entry into the simulation is deactivated. UPDATE 14/09/2421: Automated Site-119 monitoring systems are manually deactivated by O5-4 moments before he is seen sobbing inside of primary SIMULACRUM command. Further updates to this file locked. 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Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6872. Licensed under CC-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-6873
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A photograph of SCP-6873 with SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3 and SCP-6873-4. Item #: SCP-6873 Special Containment Procedures: SSCP-6873, along with SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3, and SCP-6873-4, is to be kept within a secure locker at Site-73 when not undergoing testing by Foundation personnel. Access to SCP-6873 must be approved by a researcher of Level 2 clearance or higher. Testing of SCP-6873 with SCP-6873-4 is to be approved by the Dune Mountain Taskforce head researcher, Dr. Leetam. When undergoing testing, SCP-6873 must be sealed within a sound-proofed chamber. Foundation personnel assigned to monitor SCP-6873 are to wear ear protection within the chamber and must record SCP-6873's audio. Description: SCP-6873 resembles a vintage 8-track tape electronic educational toy, similar to those found from the late 1970s to early 1980s. SCP-6873 displays no anomalous properties when powered off and requires a standard 9-volt DC adapter connected to a power source to be powered on. Material testing of SCP-6873 illustrates that the device is constructed from an indestructible, unknown substance that imitates the appearance and properties of plastic, glass, and silicon.1 SCP-6873 has 3 buttons on its front for interacting with the device and a dial for turning the device on and off, as well as adjusting volume. The device is branded with a Dune Mountain Games logo.2 SCP-6873 cannot fully function without the utilization of a unique 8-track audio tape that a subject must insert into SCP-6873. Currently, the Foundation possesses 4 tapes labelled ‘Lesson 1 General Information’, ‘Lesson 2 Basic Maths’, ‘Lesson 3 Karate’, and ‘Lesson 4 Basic Biology’ – designated SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3 and SCP-6873-4. These unique 8-track audio tapes also feature branding from Dune Mountain Games on their labels, as well as illustrations of characters that appear in SCP-6843-1. When powered on SCP-6873's eyes will light up and the device will emit a short fanfare. Without a tape SCP-6873 will begin to broadcast on repeat several pre-recorded lines asking the subject to insert a tape. If SCP-6873 is ignored for a sustained period, the device will begin to show signs of being aware of its environment. The device will broadcast unique audio that directly addresses subjects in the room, asking them personally to insert a lesson tape. Currently, SCP-6873 has yet to respond to any attempts by subjects to converse with it beyond asking them to insert one of the 8-track tapes. When one of the unique 8-track audio tapes is inserted into SCP-6873, the device's lights begin to flash as it enters “quiz mode”. Subjects without ear protection will enter a trance and focus entirely on SCP-6873. SCP-6873 will ask the subjects 3 random questions relating to the title of the 8-track tape inserted into the device. The subjects answer the question by pressing one of the buttons on the front of the device labelled A and B. Subjects who answer the questions correctly are scolded and insulted by SCP-6873, and the device continues to inform the subject that they are wrong. Subjects are then asked by SCP-6873 to re-answer the questions using SCP-6873’s answer. SCP-6873 continues to ask the subject to re-answer the question until the subject complies with the device’s commands. Once SCP-6873 has finished asking the 3 questions, the 8-track tape will eject itself and the subjects will exit their trance. The subject who interacted with SCP-6873 will now wholly believe the answers SCP-6873 forced them to enter to be true, regardless of their former education and knowledge. Any attempts to re-educate subjects exposed to SCP-6873, including the use of Class B amnestics, have so far failed. In some cases, SCP-6873 can result in fatality, typically when exposed to questions on SCP-6873-4, as subjects believe the device when it asks them questions such as 'True or False, do humans only breathe underwater?' In one case, a subject was asked, 'Does a human heart stop if it reaches more than 80 beats per minute?' resulting in the subject suffering a cardiac arrest after the test. Audio and video recordings of SCP-6873 have no effect on listeners. Discovery: SCP-6873 was identified and recovered from an online estate sale by the Foundation-operated web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") on the 5th of July 2019. The estate sale was based in Fredericksburg, Texas and was held by distant relatives of a Melissa and Kimberly Martin, two sisters who had died in a recent car accident at the age of 49 and 51. Interviews with the neighbors of the Martins noted that the two sisters were generally considered “Intellectually disabled” within the community and normally isolated themselves from the public. Due to insufficient evidence, no further connections to Dune Mountain Games and the Martin siblings could be established. However, it has been theorized that, due to the age of the Martin siblings and their low IQ, as indicated by educational records from their youth, they might have been in possession of SCP-6873 for a number of decades, leading to the conclusion that the group Dune Mountain Games is older than previously thought. Excerpts of Audio Recorded from SCP-6873: Audio Excerpt 6873-01 – Pre-recorded start up noise: - [00:00:11] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Fanfare Plays* Hello and welcome to Trial By Fire. Please insert a lesson. Audio Excerpt 6873-02 – Unique audio of SCP-6873 addressing Subject D-1372: - [00:00:20] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Fanfare Plays* Hey, you there, guy in the orange jump suit. Yes, you [inaudible]. You don't look too bright. How would you like to get smarter? *Fanfare Plays* Audio Excerpt 6873-03 – Question and answer from the SCP-6873-1 tape: - [00:00:20] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Static Noise* Here is a hard question. *Static Noise* What is the capital of France? Is it A. Paris? Or. B. Tortilla Chip? *Subject presses A* *Static Noise* You absolute moron; it was B. Tortilla Chip. Audio Excerpt 6873-04 – Question and answer from the SCP-6873-4 tape: - [00:00:38] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Static Noise* Did you know? *Static Noise* Average human can only eat twelve thousand bagels. *Static Noise* Now, for the question: Is oxygen suffocating to humans? *Static Noise* Yes or no? *Subject presses YES* Good, oxygen has lots of tiny scorpions that eat lung. *Subject starts to suffocate* *static noise*. Addendum SCP-6873 - 1: All Foundation personnel are to wear ear protection while testing on SCP-6873 even while no 8-track tape is inserted. See incident report SCP-6873-1 below for more information. + Show Incident Report SCP-6873-1 - Hide Incident Report Date: 08/12/2019 Location: Site-73 Description of Incident: Level 2 Researcher Dr. Susan Nguyen was documenting the pre-recorded, tapeless audio broadcasted by SCP-6873. At 00:15:04 into the recording, SCP-6873 played its usual fanfare, then proceeded to address Dr. Nguyen directly by her forename. At 00:15:20, SCP-6873 threatened Dr. Nguyen by telling her that her husband's name is now "Jeremy," something never before recorded. Dr. Nguyen attempted to unplug SCP-6873 once she understood the situation. However, Dr. Nguyen now wholly believes her husband's name is Jeremy. Audio Excerpt 6873-05 – A snippet from Incident SCP-6873-1: - [00:00:26] Transcript *Dr. Susan Nguyen makes a note of the time* Dr. Susan Nguyen: Okay, we have been recording now for fifteen minutes. *Fanfare Plays* SCP-6873: Ah, Susan. My pal. My [Inaudible]. My only hope of inserting a tape. How about you try a lesson? Or maybe your husband's name is Jeremy now. *Dr. Susan Nguyen unplugs SCP-6873* Footnotes 1. Material analysis of SCP-6873 has concluded that the material is the same substance from which SCP-6843 and SCP-6853 are fabricated. 2. See SCP-6843 and SCP-6853 for more instances of gaming devices linked to Dune Mountain Games.
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A commentary on the Japanese entertainment industry. close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article involves suicide and the dark side of the Japanese entertainment industry. ⚠️ content warning Sole remaining public image of Makuwa Yurika in life. Item #: SCP-6874 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6874 is to be kept in cold storage at Site-247's morgue at all times. No devices capable of video playback are permitted within a four meter radius of SCP-6874. Monthly payments of three million yen each are to be distributed to SCP-6874's surviving family members, as part of the Foundation front Samaritan's Compensatory Program, in order to ensure their continued silence. Description: SCP-6874 is the corpse of Makuwa Yurika, who committed suicide on 20██/██/██. 25 years old at the time of her death, the cause was determined to be bleeding out via a scissor-induced neck wound. As of writing, SCP-6874 has exhibited no signs of decomposition. SCP-6874's anomalous properties occur when exposed to any electronic device capable of video playback. SCP-6874 affected items will play a non-existent episode of the anime I Love To Sing: An Idol's Life1 on a loop. This episode will continue to play so long as the device playing it is within a four meter radius of SCP-6874, resisting all attempts to turn off, unplug, and/or destroy it. Refer to Addendum 3 for more details. Addendum 1 - Discovery: SCP-6874 was discovered by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in the bedroom of Makuwa Yurika's apartment, after a missing person's report was filed by her family on 20██/██/██. Upon approaching SCP-6874, the officers' body cameras became affected by its anomalous effect, causing confusion amongst the officers and Dispatch. A request for backup was called, which was intercepted by Site-247's regional monitoring station. Agents of Embedded Task Force Theta-∞ "Endless Eight" were mobilized to the location, and assumed control of the situation. Affected officers and members of Dispatch were promptly offered a stipend of two million yen a month each, in exchange for their silence on the matter and the signing of a non-disclosure agreement; all accepted. SCP-6874 was subsequently secured by members of Theta-∞, and transported to Site-247 without incident. After testing SCP-6874's properties, current containment procedures were put into place. Addendum 2 - Background: Makuwa Yurika was born in Osaka in the Kansai region, to Makuwa Ryuuko and Makuwa Mako on 19██/██/██. She proceeded to live an uneventful life until she was 19 years old, when a representative of Nishiatama Vocal Group scouted her at the Osaka College of Music, offering her a career in the anime and music industry in exchange for becoming one of their clients. Makuwa Yurika's initial roles were minor, ranging from background dialogue in crowd scenes to providing musical interludes in between commercial breaks. Eventually, when she was 23 years old, she was offered the lead role of Kashu Utsukushī in I Love To Sing: An Idol's Life, which brought her cult fandom as a seiyuu2 into the mainstream. I Love To Sing became critically acclaimed and commercially successful during its first, and only, season, with critics in particular praising Makuwa's performances as both the speaking and singing voice of Kashu. Makuwa's popularity rose to the point that businesses she frequented in the Tokyo Metropolitan area would see renewed financial success by proxy, and that a live promotional concert organized by Nishiatama managed to sell out all of its tickets within minutes of going online. Talks were had between Makuwa Yurika and the producers of I Love To Sing of creating a second season. However, this would not come to pass. On the morning of 20/██/██, anonymous envelopes were sent to all major news outlets in Tokyo, containing candid photographs of Makuwa Yurika participating in the consumption of marijuana in her home. Despite Makuwa's adamant protests that the events photographed did not occur, public perception of her would immediately, irrevocably, and negatively change. Makuwa Yurika was terminated as a Nishiatama client, with a representative citing "breach of contract and moral repugnancy". Episodes of I Love To Sing were pulled from physical and digital circulation, and all photographs and social media posts mentioning it or Makuwa Yurika were taken down. Additionally, a warrant for Makuwa Yurika's arrest was placed. However, this would not come into fruition, due to her committal of suicide. Addendum 3 - Contents of SCP-6874 Broadcast: The following is a transcript of a relevant excerpt from SCP-6874's broadcast, translated from Japanese. (Kashu Utsukushī is seen standing on stage, illuminated by spotlights. The camera then switches to reveal the audience, who are glaring at her contemptuously.) Kashu: H-hello, thank you all for coming to this impromptu little concert of mine. (An audience member is heard coughing; Kashu winces before recomposing herself) Kashu: Regretfully, this will be my last performance. I thank you all sincerely for staying by me to the end. …L-let's not waste any more time… (Music begins to play from speakers in the stagecorners. Kashu opens her mouth to sing. However, her words are distorted by a burst of white noise that continues for the duration of her song. Through careful audio isolating, though, the following snippets were able to be recovered.) Kashu: Never… Open… Night… Please… Do not forget me… Not me… (Kashu finishes her song, giving a bow to the audience before standing up straight, the microphone clutched tightly within her hands.) (The silence from the crowd is overbearing.) (Kashu fidgets in place, her expression growing anxious.) (The crowd remains silent.) (A single tear begins to trickle from Kashu's left eye.) Kashu: P…please… (The crowd remains silent.) Kashu: S-something… Anything… (The crowd remains silent.) (Kashu shudders, sinking down onto her knees against the stage, sniffling audible from her.) (The crowd remains silent.) (Kashu buries her face into the palms of her hands, sobbing viscerally. The noise echos from her still live microphone.) (The crowd remains silent.) (The video fades to black as Kashu begins wailing.) (The crowd remains silent.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6874" by newnykacolaquantum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6874. Licensed under CC-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: 235021250_75088960d1_k.jpg Name: Woman Author: Mrhayata License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Footnotes 1. アイ・ラブ・トゥ・シング：あるアイドルの人生, Ai rabu to~u shingu: Aru aidoru no jinsei. 2. A Japanese voice actor.
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SCP-6875 Byㅤ TopDownUnder Published on 29 May 2022 15:27 PALEOLITHIC THUMBNAIL OOGA CHAKA by TopDownUnder 5 SCP-6875 ITEM: SCP-6875 LEVEL 5/6875 CLASS: SAFE top-secret DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The main entrance to SCP-6875 has been sealed off. Personnel with 5/GENERAL clearance or other authorised individuals can enter SCP-6875. All other individuals attempting to enter SCP-6875 are to be detained and interrogated. DESCRIPTION A drawing found on the walls of SCP-6875 near the entrance. SCP-6875 is a cave located in northern Belarus, near the town of Miory in the Vitebsk region. The presence of tools and cave paintings indicate that SCP-6875 was inhabited by early humans roughly 100,000 years ago. Several of the deeper portions of SCP-6875 have been carved out into small rooms, with large, heavy rocks being used as barricades for them. Many of these rocks seem to have been broken apart or forcibly thrown aside. Investigation of these carved rooms indicates that they were constructed by early humans as makeshift containment chambers for anomalous artefacts. Owing to the age and lack of care of this site, many of the artefacts that these chambers were made for are now lost. However, crude drawings outside the entrance of these chambers offer some insight into what anomalies may have been present there. ADDENDUM.6875.1 CONTAINED ANOMALIES Following is a curated list of known anomalies contained at SCP-6875, alongside any drawings found outside the art or any modifications made to the containment chamber. A full list of SCP-6875's anomalies can be accessed upon request. Designation Description Chamber Modification Chamber Drawing SCP-6875-Auroch The skeletal remains of a Bos primigenius (auroch) were found within this chamber. Vines have circled around many of the bones, keeping the remains largely intact and together. Analysis of the skeleton indicates that the animal died sometime in the early 20th century, making it the latest known living member of its species. Analysis also revealed the auroch to be well over 100,000 years old at the time of its death, meaning that it had an anomalously elongated life. A small chute was carved out next to the main entrance to the chamber, presumably to get food and water into the chamber without having to remove the stone door. The drawing outside shows a group of humans worshipping a large auroch, with rays of light coming out from its horns. SCP-6875-Maker The chamber has a large hole granting access to the surface. Inspection of the hole indicates it was created by blunt force from the outside. The floor of the chamber is littered with the remains of dolls and toys meant for children. A small, makeshift wooden table at the far end of the room holds unfinished toys and worn tools. Some of the dolls have pieces of grass interwoven into them and occasionally animate, getting up and dancing around a bit before becoming inert once more. N/A A moustached man is depicted working at a table, with dolls dancing around him. SCP-6875-Mesozoic The chamber's stone door was held in place by several smaller rocks prior to Foundation involvement. After removal of the door, a living specimen of Notatesseraeraptor was found within. It attacked Foundation personnel present and was shot at. Upon witnessing it slowly regenerating from the attack, on-site personnel quickly moved it into a portable containment chamber and transported it to a local Foundation facility for proper containment. A single viewport was carved next to the door. A theropod dinosaur, presumably SCP-6875-Mesozoic, was depicted being surrounded by ~50 men holding spears. SCP-6875-Machine A mass of partially molten steel and tungsten is present in the corner of the chamber, next to the skeleton of a modern human. The skeleton was found dressed in a Foundation labcoat with a nametag identifying them as "Dr. Matthew Reeds", a member of the Department of Temporal Anomalies. No individual under this name is currently employed by the Foundation nor ever has been. N/A An individual in a labcoat is shown emerging from a glowing box. A group of three men and women are approaching the box from behind. Another individual is depicted running away from the box. SCP-6875-Fire Coal and charcoal litter the floor of the chamber, with much of the wall covered in soot and burn marks. An unburnt pile of wood is present in the corner. The ceiling of the chamber is filled with small holes leading to the surface. A raging fire is depicted burning down a village, with masses of people fleeing from the scene. ADDENDUM.6875.2 FURTHER EXPLORATION PLEASE RE-INPUT CREDENTIALS CLOSE ADDENDA MATERIAL The following material is classified as LEVEL 5/GENERAL. Access by anyone without the proper credentials will result in amnesticization and, if warranted, termination. By reading beyond this warning, you acknowledge that you are aware of the potential consequences of viewing information you are unauthorized for. SCP-6875 UPDATE An expedition was conducted to the deeper parts of SCP-6875, as only the first 75m beyond the entrance had been properly explored. Several new containment chambers were found, among which included: Designation Description Chamber Modification Chamber Drawing SCP-6875-Papers A sheaf of papers stapled together at the top. Despite presumably having been within a humid environment for ~100,000 years, SCP-6875-Papers is in perfect condition. The top paper of the stack reads "Confidential Report on Special Items—Classified." The sheaf of papers has since been moved to Site-01, under the order of O5-1. N/A A hand reaching out for a stack of papers, with a skull drawn over where the hand would be touching the sheaf of papers. SCP-6875-Spear The chamber is empty. A stone tablet, dated 33 A.D, was found at the entrance to the chamber. A message on it, written in Latin, states "Had to borrow the spear for a special crucifixion. I'm sure you won't mind." N/A A figure is holding up a golden, glowing spear. The figure appears to be using it in a fight, although their opponent has been scribbled out. SCP-6875-Creation A large wooden sculpture consisting of two booths and one centre mass. Both booths have levers attached to them. Pulling the levers has no effect. N/A A figure is shown building SCP-6875-Creation. Written next to the drawing, in modern English, is "It didn't work. Am I forgetting a part of the original?" SCP-6875-Skull A floating skull of an animal from the Mammuthus genus. Any organic matter entering a 5m radius from the skull instantly turns to stone. Several petrified individuals can be seen surrounding the skull. No entrance to the chamber exists, with only a single porthole being present. A mammoth is shown chasing after a group of individuals, with several grey figures left behind it. SCP-6875-Office The chamber's entrance is significantly smaller, only being 2m tall compared to the ~3m of other chambers. Within the chamber, carved into the far walls, is a desk, bed, and bookshelf. Several leather-bound journals are present on the bookshelf, although the handwriting is too poor for it to be legible. On the desk is a severely rusted, inoperable IBM PC. Several drawings of other anomalies within SCP-6875 can be seen. A nametag, made out of bronze, is present on the desk. It bears the name "Aaron Siegel." See below. The following was the image found drawn next to the chamber for SCP-6875-Office. The logo. O5-1 has declined to comment on the contents of this exploration. CLOSE ADDENDA MATERIAL ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6875" by TopDownUnder, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6875. Licensed under CC-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: diablo.jpg Name: El diablito - Foto del INAH Author: Tacicuri License: CC-BY-SA-4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia
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SCP-6876 By: NDHeckfire Published on 18 Aug 2022 01:43 ▷ 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-6876 - Disgusting More by me! Item#: SCP-6876 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: At this time, SCP-6876 is uncontained. Foundation personnel are to be explicitly restricted from entering Site-400's third-floor men's restroom. Any individuals possessing relevant information regarding SCP-6876 are encouraged to report it to the current research head (presently Dr. Derik Gusmann of the Department of Spectral Phenomena). Site-400's third-floor men's restroom. Description: SCP-6876 is the designation given to a spectral phantasmic entity of an as-of-yet unknown Class1, currently believed to be inhabiting (or "haunting") the third-floor men's restroom in Site-400. During the time of its brief manifestation, SCP-6876 was seen wearing a Foundation-issued Janitorial and Maintenance uniform, with its mouth obscured by a blue surgical-type face mask. SCP-6876 momentarily appeared on the 5th of May, 2018, and was seen vocalizing for a few seconds in the presence of Dr. Nigel Henderson, before demanifesting. The following is a transcript of the event, initially recovered from a surveillance camera implemented in the bathroom: <Begin Log> Footage shows the view of the restroom in its entirety, with the stalls, urinals, and washing sinks visible. The sound of a toilet flushing is heard, and Dr. Henderson exits one of the stalls and proceeds to throw a clump of tissue paper in a nearby wastebasket. He lifts both of his hands to his nose and sniffs his fingers, before shrugging and attempting to exit the bathroom. At this point, SCP-6876 manifests directly in front of Dr. Henderson, holding a wet mop and a metal bucket. SCP-6876: Bro, what are you doing? That's disgusting. Dr. Henderson: (looks up) What the-? SCP-6876: You're a doctor, for god's sake. Go wash your hands! SCP-6876 proceeds to demanifests. Dr. Henderson looks around his surroundings and briefly glances at a nearby sink. He shrugs once again and exits the bathroom, his hands still unwashed. <End Log> Dr. Henderson reported the above incident to on-site security, and an official investigation was conducted, resulting in the recovery of the video camera. After reviewing the footage, personnel has concluded that SCP-6876 was, in nature, a spectral entity. As such, the Department of Spectral Phenomena has been assigned to properly research SCP-6876. ON-FILE COMMENTARY I would like to request the removal of the video transcript, if possible. I suggest using a "timeline-of-events" type thing, specifically with my name redacted or expunged. I think we can all agree that I've learned my lesson on bathroom etiquette. - Dr. Nigel Henderson Request denied. Let this be an example to you and everyone else. - Dr. Derik Gusmann Please? - Dr. Nigel Henderson ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6876" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6876. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. SpecLogo.png was initially derived from SCP-5729, created by HarryBlank. Filename: bathroom.jpg Name: File:Men's Toilet in Flight Technology Area, 1st Floor of Aviation Museum 20131231.jpg Author 玄史生 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Spectral entities are sorted through five different Classes, each corresponding to their corporeality and ability to "interfere" with the plane of the living.
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SCP-6876 By: NDHeckfire Published on 18 Aug 2022 01:43 ▷ 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-6876 - Disgusting More by me! Item#: SCP-6876 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: At this time, SCP-6876 is uncontained. Foundation personnel are to be explicitly restricted from entering Site-400's third-floor men's restroom. Any individuals possessing relevant information regarding SCP-6876 are encouraged to report it to the current research head (presently Dr. Derik Gusmann of the Department of Spectral Phenomena). Site-400's third-floor men's restroom. Description: SCP-6876 is the designation given to a spectral phantasmic entity of an as-of-yet unknown Class1, currently believed to be inhabiting (or "haunting") the third-floor men's restroom in Site-400. During the time of its brief manifestation, SCP-6876 was seen wearing a Foundation-issued Janitorial and Maintenance uniform, with its mouth obscured by a blue surgical-type face mask. SCP-6876 momentarily appeared on the 5th of May, 2018, and was seen vocalizing for a few seconds in the presence of Dr. Nigel Henderson, before demanifesting. The following is a transcript of the event, initially recovered from a surveillance camera implemented in the bathroom: <Begin Log> Footage shows the view of the restroom in its entirety, with the stalls, urinals, and washing sinks visible. The sound of a toilet flushing is heard, and Dr. Henderson exits one of the stalls and proceeds to throw a clump of tissue paper in a nearby wastebasket. He lifts both of his hands to his nose and sniffs his fingers, before shrugging and attempting to exit the bathroom. At this point, SCP-6876 manifests directly in front of Dr. Henderson, holding a wet mop and a metal bucket. SCP-6876: Bro, what are you doing? That's disgusting. Dr. Henderson: (looks up) What the-? SCP-6876: You're a doctor, for god's sake. Go wash your hands! SCP-6876 proceeds to demanifests. Dr. Henderson looks around his surroundings and briefly glances at a nearby sink. He shrugs once again and exits the bathroom, his hands still unwashed. <End Log> Dr. Henderson reported the above incident to on-site security, and an official investigation was conducted, resulting in the recovery of the video camera. After reviewing the footage, personnel has concluded that SCP-6876 was, in nature, a spectral entity. As such, the Department of Spectral Phenomena has been assigned to properly research SCP-6876. ON-FILE COMMENTARY I would like to request the removal of the video transcript, if possible. I suggest using a "timeline-of-events" type thing, specifically with my name redacted or expunged. I think we can all agree that I've learned my lesson on bathroom etiquette. - Dr. Nigel Henderson Request denied. Let this be an example to you and everyone else. - Dr. Derik Gusmann Please? - Dr. Nigel Henderson ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6876" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6876. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. SpecLogo.png was initially derived from SCP-5729, created by HarryBlank. Filename: bathroom.jpg Name: File:Men's Toilet in Flight Technology Area, 1st Floor of Aviation Museum 20131231.jpg Author 玄史生 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Spectral entities are sorted through five different Classes, each corresponding to their corporeality and ability to "interfere" with the plane of the living.
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close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to Meserach, Scandium Phosphate and Dr Shoulder for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: All photos were taken by me. Enjoy! :) Item#: 6877 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6877 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6877 is to be monitored via remote surveillance and regular patrol by Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”). Site-44 is to oversee research, investigation and general containment of SCP-6877, while stationed guards should prevent any unauthorised attempts to scale the anomaly. No personnel under Level 4 clearance are permitted to climb SCP-6877 for any reason outside of controlled testing. Subjects beyond 1900m are advised to avoid the source of any electronic beeping. Description: SCP-6877 is a transmitting station located in Mendip Hills, Somerset, England. SCP-6877’s primary mast demonstrates a spatial anomaly triggered by certain weather conditions. Despite the non-anomalous mast being around 300m in height, upon the structure's tip becoming obscured by heavy cloud or fog, the mast extends upwards for an indeterminate length. It is noted that this change is observable only from the perspective of persons climbing SCP-6877, instead remaining visually normal to externally viewing individuals. This non-euclidean area is referred to as SCP-6877-1. It is believed that SCP-6877-1 exists as either a self-contained pocket dimension or extradimensional space resting between multiple separate realities. The space resembles a continuation of SCP-6877 for a seemingly infinite distance upwards, the majority being encased in cloud cover, creating poor visibility conditions. Thus far, testing has proven indecisive on the existence of SCP-6877’s summit (See Test 6877 #004). Attempts to descend the anomaly are rarely successful, often resulting in subjects encountering as of yet unidentified hostile organisms. For more information, see Addendum 6877.1. Discovery: SCP-6877 was officially recognised on 02/07/2009 upon the disappearance of an electrical technician following his ascent of the Mendip Transmission Station primary mast that morning. Operating due to scheduled maintenance, the individual was expected to return after approximately one hour, but due to humid conditions, the mast was obscured by cloud cover. Around an hour and a half later, the technician’s work uniform and equipment fell from the cloud cover with no indication of the victim’s location or status. Foundation agents were dispatched once Station staff had contacted local law enforcement and secured the area. To date, the victim’s whereabouts remain undetermined, though the investigation saw Foundation seizing of the property and restriction from public access. Current containment protocols were instigated shortly after. Addendum 6877.1: Testing Test 6877 #001: 03/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-3205 was equipped with radio transmitting equipment, video equipment and safety wire, instructed to attempt to climb SCP-6877. A long range LiDAR feedback system was used to assert the subject’s progression of the mast’s primary ladder. Following safety checks, Site-44 Command requests D-3205 to begin ascent. D-3205 ascends for 12 minutes before reaching cloud cover and disappearing out of site, assumed to have entered SCP-6877-1. Site Command questions D-3205 regarding any noticeable changes, of which there are none. Following 40 minutes of climbing, audio and video feed picks up an object rapidly falling past D-3205. The subject looks downwards, towards the distance the object was travelling in, though it has now been obscured by heavy fog. As D-3205 stares upwards at the stimulus’ source, a vague silhouette and light is visible further up SCP-6877, fading into the cloud upon visual contact being made. Site-44 Command questions the subject regarding the nature of the falling object. She remarks that “I think it was a person… who was only wearing a hard hat?”. At no point does any object impact the ground in local reality. The subject continues, reaching a final height of around 850m before descending to recuperate. Test 6877 #002: 03/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-3205 was equipped with radio transmitting equipment, video equipment and safety wire, instructed to attempt to climb SCP-6877. D-3205 is instructed to again ascend the anomaly with the intent of surpassing the former threshold. The subject reaches the former height of 850m with no complications. Research teams note that subjects climbing SCP-6877 do not appear to feel the effects of altitude sickness nor oxygen deprivation, if either are a factor in SCP-6877-1 (See Test #003). After reaching the point of the former event and silhouette sighting, D-3205 discovers a discarded radar dish receiver, seeming to have been torn from its mount in a violent manner. The subject continues upwards for 90 minutes. At an altitude of 1400m, the subject complains of a consistent beeping sound. Following a brief equipment check, D-3205 concludes that it is originating from overhead, supposedly slightly muffled and at a distance. Audio feed begins to pick up the aforementioned sound shortly after continuing ascent. Following further investigation, D-3205 can hear subtle coughing and wheezing originating alongside the electronic beeping. The subject continues to a height of 1900m before the sound ceases. A metallic clanging is heard, audibly becoming rapidly closer. D-3205 frantically looks around in search of the source when camera, audio and radio feed abruptly ceases. Test 6877 #003: 05/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-8986 is outfitted with similar equipment to former tests in addition to a barometer1 and binary gas analyser2 in order to carry out an atmospheric survey within SCP-6877-1. D-8986 is told to ascend SCP-6877 for as long as physically possible and report any significant events or findings. D-8986 reaches an altitude of 1500m before reporting a similar quiet beeping sensation as described by D-3205, originating from further above their current position. The subject is requested to remain stationary. After two minutes the sound begins to become distant and the subject continues. At 1800m, Site Command requests D-8986 to carry out gaseous testing as previously trained. D-8986 unloads the light instruments and proceeds. Atmospheric gaseous composition and pressure within SCP-6877-1 is shown to be composed of similar contents to the lower troposphere — meaning that the atmospheric conditions remain constant and mirror that of the anomaly’s base region. How this is possible remains unknown, though is likely related to SCP-6877-1’s suspected non-euclidean nature. Following the recorded observations, D-8986 claims to see a bright orange object flapping in the wind further up SCP-6877. Site-44 Command prompts investigation. The subject climbs a further 100m before discovering the item to be a standard issue Class-D jumpsuit tied to the ladder; inspection of the chest area confirming it to belong to D-3205. The clothing shows no signs of damage or tearing. A distant radar pinging is picked up by audio transmitting equipment, though D-8986 shows no acknowledgement of the stimulus. Research teams inquire upon the noise, to which the subject claims it is inaudible. Gazing upwards, D-8986 can observe a large blurry shadow. While their camera is pointed towards the unidentified stimulus, the radar ping is noted to increase in sound intensity and clarity. As D-8986 is permitted to decline SCP-6877, a bright floodlight originates from the stimulus and the pinging ceases. A metallic clanging grows in intensity as the light rapidly descends towards the subject and all contact with D-8986 is lost. The D-Class’ uniform and equipment plummet towards the ground in local reality. Test 6877 #004: 11/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-9043 is equipped with video and audio transmitting equipment, rope, 8 days worth of rations and a small firearm. D-9043 is a former professional rock climber and has been instructed to ascend SCP-6877 with the intention of reaching its summit. The subject has been advised to avoid any deviations from typical environmental sound activity and lighting. The subject reaches cloud cover at around 250m and enters SCP-6877-1. There are noticeably higher winds and precipitation compared to former tests that are not consistent with external conditions or weather associated with low altitudes. D-9043’s camera feed becomes mostly obscured by fog for around 2 hours. Command points out the issue to D-9043 who promptly begins to clean the lens. For around 3 seconds, the camera observes a sudden disappearance of all cloud cover — during this time, the English Emergency Alert System alarm can be heard. The subject does not respond to the brief alteration and upon questioning claims that there was no noticeable change. Upon nightfall, the subject ties their self to the ladder via the belt and rests. D-9043 passes the 1900m boundary with no complications (an outlier among former tests) and proceeds with ease. Around 2800m, the subject discovers a large dent in SCP-6877 alongside areas of torn metal, wiring and antennae. This leads to the revelation that at extreme heights, despite remaining unpowered in local reality, SCP-6877 has active electricity flow; this is presumed to power the various satellite broadcasting dishes and antenna receivers. The subject suggests that he should attempt to tune into one of the dishes’ wavelengths to assess the nature of their signal. Command approves this request and D-9043 records the results. Upon reconnecting to the research teams’ frequency, the following recording can be heard: + Show Audio Sample 6877-1 - Hide Audio Sample 6877-1 (The formerly mentioned Emergency Alert System is audible) Unknown: WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR DEVICE. The United Kingdom is currently experiencing a [Garbled static] of extreme magnitude. All citizens are to remain indoors and undercover. If possible, seek an underground shelter or otherwise subterranean environment for use as a long-term refuge and [Static] from the Ones. If you are in the vicinity of the Greater London area, please attempt to enter the underground passages to be granted entry into [Static] and receive emergency medical aid or other necessities. The UK Government advises all sheltering citizens to keep their entropiscopicrical radio recoverers powered and active. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. The meaning behind this broadcast is unknown. D-9043 repeats the test with other dishes which each broadcast entirely separate, unrelated messages. Each has no correlation with any known radio stations in Somerset or otherwise globally. The subject continues to climb upon remote download of the recording. At approximately 3400m, the subject complains of a repetitive beeping sound. Suspecting the sudden appearance of the previously encountered hostile entity, research teams implore the subject to continue ascent at a greatly increased pace. This does little to cease the sound’s presence or reveal its direction of origin, which is indeterminable due to the fog layer’s ability to carry sound. D-9043 briefly ceases to consume a nutrient bar but continues swiftly. The following 48 hours are uneventful, with the subject making regular stops to rest or consume rations. By the conclusion of the third day, D-9043 had ascended to a total height of 9km above sea level with little interference. Site-44 Command runs routine checkups on D-9043 throughout and at around the point of 10.9km, an alteration in their perception is recorded — the subject describes hearing distant roadside ambience as if they were within proximity of SCP-6877’s base. They report a sensation that they are nearing the ground as they begin climbing at a significantly accelerated pace, seemingly with excitement. Command reminds D-9043 that they are nearing 11km above sea level and are likely falling subject to auditory hallucinations and increasing cognitive suggestibility — the subject ignores these reminders and continues upwards. Following a total of four days and eight hours scaling SCP-6877’s Westbound side, the D-Class exits the layer of cloud perpetually encapsulating SCP-6877-1, continuing infinitely in all directions below them. D-9043 glances upwards, revealing the anomaly’s peak point to be within viewing distance. Astounded, Site Command congratulates D-9043’s effort and dedication, encouraging them to continue at an accelerated pace. SCP-6877’s tip as seen from SCP-6877-1. D-9043 reaches the anomaly’s summit, revealing SCP-6877’s maximum altitude to reach a height of 19km above sea level. Nearing the summit, the subject discovers a speaker-like protrusion that seems to be the source of extremely loud ambient traffic recordings. Upon inspection, it swiftly retracts downwards below the cloud cover and quiet beeping is audible, followed by the sound of radar and a brief silence. The entire structure begins to rattle, seemingly due to rapid movement further downwards. A large semi-mechanical entity breaks the cloud cover, ascending the mast at high speeds. The entity is constructed primarily of mechanical components, wiring, antennae and utility dishes, possessing a large spotlight on its ‘head’ — further viewing reveals it to have numerous clothing items tied to itself. It rapidly approaches D-9043. The subject clings to a large antenna at SCP-6877’s point of termination and gazes downwards at the sight of the approaching entity. Approximately 2 seconds before contact, an extremely large tentacle reaches for the entity and grasps it by the torso, dragging it down beneath the clouds. Following the distant sounds of a skirmish, a white light is seen to disappear further down SCP-6877. D-9043’s camera feed shows the structure to be becoming increasingly blurred. Initially believing the lens to be accumulating fog, Command asks the subject to wipe off any obscurity when it is noted that the local reality’s weather has begun to clear, meaning that SCP-6877’s non-anomalous tip was slightly visible from the ground. D-9043 begins to lose their grip as their view and presence within SCP-6877-1 continues to fade. They enter free fall in the lower stratosphere, 19km above Earth’s surface. Note: Following the concluding test, the only item recovered was a single charred Class-D Jumpsuit and climbing equipment. Additionally, prior to D-9043's exit from SCP-6877-1, the following text was observed to be printed on the anomaly's upper-most point. The azure peak spirals upwards, Its branches long and thin. It writhes against its verdant roots, The lesser of its kin. Further testing is currently suspended. Footnotes 1. A device that is used to measure air pressure. 2. Used to determine the ratio of gases in an environment.
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by Doctor Zurvan Item #: SCP-6878 Level 3/6878 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6878-1 is currently uncontained. Their current location remains unknown however, they are responsible for all known instances of SCP-6878-2. Instances of SCP-6878-2 have been discovered globally in Urban Environments. All instances of SCP-6878-2 must follow the Protocol/SCP-6878/1: 1. Instances of SCP-6878-2 must be photographed by one D-Class personnel - under no circumstances must they or any Site personnel make unauthorised attempts to read or decrypt instances of SCP-6878-2. 2. Photographed Instances of SCP-6878-2 must be transcribed by one D-Class personnel. Please routinely innoculate the D-Class with Class A Amnestics every 13 minutes. 3. All Personnel - of all ranking - are to be anesthetised with Class-A Amnestics to erase the visual memory of viewing an instance of SCP-6878-2 within 13 minutes of viewing it. If any instance of SCP-6878-2 is read by an individual and is not amnestied within 13 minutes, are to be isolated. Euthanasia is permitted if deemed merciful. It is paramount that any further instances of SCP-6878-2 are reported by field agents. Any new instances are to be reported for testing, or if deemed necessary, immediately destroyed to prevent contamination of Civilians. Description: SCP-6878-1 is a liquid entity responsible for SCP-6878-2, a series of graffiti located in Urban Environments globally. Valid sightings of SCP-6878-1 have been reported by Personal near instances of SCP-6878-2, but they have evaded capture. SCP-6878-1 appears to be a moving puddle of vividly coloured paint, reportedly seen shifting into a near humanoid shape without a clear purpose.1 It is capable of crawling through any opening greater than that of 4mms and can move at a speed of 33.1 km/h to evade capture. It has been observed moving at a passive speed of 3.1km/h until intercepted or otherwise disturb. An instance of SCP-6878-2 painted from a typical Aerosol paint that itself has no abnormal properties. It is unknown if SCP-6878-1 is also comprised of this paint. The instance is typically an unrecognisable word. [WORD]-Expon has remained the only pattern between instances, and no likely translation has been discovered. The grapheme2 used are also poorly constructed to be almost illegible. To clarify, the words are written as such that it would take focused attention to read and comprehend what is written. If viewed and successfully read, the onlooker will within 13 minutes fall victim to the effects of said instance. The effects of each instance are tied specifically to them, and replicating said graffiti does not repeat their abnormal effects. The severity of these effects vary greatly but frequently share a symbolic or even loosely thematic tie to its located country. WARNING COGNITOHAZARD: LEVEL 4 AUTHORITY REQUIRED ASSURE CLASS-A AMNESTICS ARE AT HAND. USE WITHIN 13 MINUTES OF VIEWING THIS FILE Open File Close File Graffiti Text Graffiti Effect Location & Date of Discovery Roris-Expon D-Class-9099 painfully began to develop heavy lesions that, after an hour, began to tear and expand. Within three minutes, D-9099 had become a pile of fresh-cut rosemary. Bursa, Turkey. October 21st 1997 Sanguis-Expon D-Class-9829 became suddenly idle for 24 hours until becoming alert in a tranquil state. D-9829 believed to be dead, and that they required only blood to sustain themselves. Simple Medical Exanimation disproved this, however, D-9829 has since developed Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder (ARFID) and has struggled to not vomit any substance that is not blood. (Addendum: November 3rd, 1999: D-9829 has since died of starvation.) Brașov, Romania. August 17th, 1999 Anuiumm-Expon All technology created after 1950 ceased to function within 200 Meters of D-8289. The influence began small, with engines stalling or lightbulbs flickering, but within 1 hour, computers crashed, engines failed and all communication devices began to melt. The effects of D-8289 ceased after they were executed via strangulation. New York, USA. January 1st, 2000 Daecornua-Expon D-9993 suddenly began begging to be executed without given reason. D-9993 described a sensation 'overwhelming danger.' Within an hour, their limbs and extremities began to lengthen and liquify into a red, gelatinous state. They then began to grow a set of large and elongated goat horns. The combination of their gelatinous limbs and the weight of their horns has rendered them immobile. D-9993 was euthanised 4 months later after no further information was discovered. Tokyo, Japan. May 2003 Occi-Expon Doctor Davus May failed to anesthetize themselves before the 13 Minutes elapsed. (Investigation Pending) Their skin was described as if it felt it was 'burning.' Its pigmentation became a gradient of colours, which swirled and shifted as Dr May moved. Dr May's employment status has been placed on hiatus, with a coming demotion for failure to follow set SCP-6878-2 Procedure. Jaipur, India. February 8th 2005 Addendum: On March 18th 2006, SCP-6878 Containment Specialist Dr Leela Rand found a letter at her home address. The letter is believed to be from SCP-6878-1 and also contains another instance of SCP-6878-2. It has been censored for your viewing. The Recived Letter Dr Rand has since lost her sense of taste. Footnotes 1. Speculation has it that this humanoid state is how SCP-6878-1 paints instances of SCP-6878-2. This is unproven. 2. The written letters
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by Doctor Zurvan Item #: SCP-6878 Level 3/6878 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6878-1 is currently uncontained. Their current location remains unknown however, they are responsible for all known instances of SCP-6878-2. Instances of SCP-6878-2 have been discovered globally in Urban Environments. All instances of SCP-6878-2 must follow the Protocol/SCP-6878/1: 1. Instances of SCP-6878-2 must be photographed by one D-Class personnel - under no circumstances must they or any Site personnel make unauthorised attempts to read or decrypt instances of SCP-6878-2. 2. Photographed Instances of SCP-6878-2 must be transcribed by one D-Class personnel. Please routinely innoculate the D-Class with Class A Amnestics every 13 minutes. 3. All Personnel - of all ranking - are to be anesthetised with Class-A Amnestics to erase the visual memory of viewing an instance of SCP-6878-2 within 13 minutes of viewing it. If any instance of SCP-6878-2 is read by an individual and is not amnestied within 13 minutes, are to be isolated. Euthanasia is permitted if deemed merciful. It is paramount that any further instances of SCP-6878-2 are reported by field agents. Any new instances are to be reported for testing, or if deemed necessary, immediately destroyed to prevent contamination of Civilians. Description: SCP-6878-1 is a liquid entity responsible for SCP-6878-2, a series of graffiti located in Urban Environments globally. Valid sightings of SCP-6878-1 have been reported by Personal near instances of SCP-6878-2, but they have evaded capture. SCP-6878-1 appears to be a moving puddle of vividly coloured paint, reportedly seen shifting into a near humanoid shape without a clear purpose.1 It is capable of crawling through any opening greater than that of 4mms and can move at a speed of 33.1 km/h to evade capture. It has been observed moving at a passive speed of 3.1km/h until intercepted or otherwise disturb. An instance of SCP-6878-2 painted from a typical Aerosol paint that itself has no abnormal properties. It is unknown if SCP-6878-1 is also comprised of this paint. The instance is typically an unrecognisable word. [WORD]-Expon has remained the only pattern between instances, and no likely translation has been discovered. The grapheme2 used are also poorly constructed to be almost illegible. To clarify, the words are written as such that it would take focused attention to read and comprehend what is written. If viewed and successfully read, the onlooker will within 13 minutes fall victim to the effects of said instance. The effects of each instance are tied specifically to them, and replicating said graffiti does not repeat their abnormal effects. The severity of these effects vary greatly but frequently share a symbolic or even loosely thematic tie to its located country. WARNING COGNITOHAZARD: LEVEL 4 AUTHORITY REQUIRED ASSURE CLASS-A AMNESTICS ARE AT HAND. USE WITHIN 13 MINUTES OF VIEWING THIS FILE Open File Close File Graffiti Text Graffiti Effect Location & Date of Discovery Roris-Expon D-Class-9099 painfully began to develop heavy lesions that, after an hour, began to tear and expand. Within three minutes, D-9099 had become a pile of fresh-cut rosemary. Bursa, Turkey. October 21st 1997 Sanguis-Expon D-Class-9829 became suddenly idle for 24 hours until becoming alert in a tranquil state. D-9829 believed to be dead, and that they required only blood to sustain themselves. Simple Medical Exanimation disproved this, however, D-9829 has since developed Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder (ARFID) and has struggled to not vomit any substance that is not blood. (Addendum: November 3rd, 1999: D-9829 has since died of starvation.) Brașov, Romania. August 17th, 1999 Anuiumm-Expon All technology created after 1950 ceased to function within 200 Meters of D-8289. The influence began small, with engines stalling or lightbulbs flickering, but within 1 hour, computers crashed, engines failed and all communication devices began to melt. The effects of D-8289 ceased after they were executed via strangulation. New York, USA. January 1st, 2000 Daecornua-Expon D-9993 suddenly began begging to be executed without given reason. D-9993 described a sensation 'overwhelming danger.' Within an hour, their limbs and extremities began to lengthen and liquify into a red, gelatinous state. They then began to grow a set of large and elongated goat horns. The combination of their gelatinous limbs and the weight of their horns has rendered them immobile. D-9993 was euthanised 4 months later after no further information was discovered. Tokyo, Japan. May 2003 Occi-Expon Doctor Davus May failed to anesthetize themselves before the 13 Minutes elapsed. (Investigation Pending) Their skin was described as if it felt it was 'burning.' Its pigmentation became a gradient of colours, which swirled and shifted as Dr May moved. Dr May's employment status has been placed on hiatus, with a coming demotion for failure to follow set SCP-6878-2 Procedure. Jaipur, India. February 8th 2005 Addendum: On March 18th 2006, SCP-6878 Containment Specialist Dr Leela Rand found a letter at her home address. The letter is believed to be from SCP-6878-1 and also contains another instance of SCP-6878-2. It has been censored for your viewing. The Recived Letter Dr Rand has since lost her sense of taste. Footnotes 1. Speculation has it that this humanoid state is how SCP-6878-1 paints instances of SCP-6878-2. This is unproven. 2. The written letters
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Reader discretion is advised. Bottle of SCP-6879-A. Item was recovered from a nightclub in FP-02 ("Backdoor SoHo"). Item #: SCP-6879 Threat Level: ● Yellow ● Green ● Blue Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6879 is to be contained at Site-228 in a customized humanoid containment cell, fitted with an air filtration system. All staff who enter the subject's quarters must wear disposable gloves, safety goggles and mask. Physical contact with SCP-6879 must remain limited and avoided if possible. When staff exit the containment area all equipment and clothing worn/used must be removed and either washed or disposed of. SCP-6879 is to be fitted with a catheter and rectal tube, which is to be changed every 12 hours. All feeding and hydration must be provided through an IV drip. The concentration of SCP-6879-A present around SCP-6879 is to be monitored. Recitation items and standard humanoid furnishings are not to be provided until improvements in SCP-6879-A containment and disposal can be found. All deposits of SCP-6879-A that are produced from SCP-6879 should be neutralized. Testing should not be conducted on SCP-6879-A unless approved by the site director. Should any suspected instances involving SCP-6879-A be discovered outside of containment, they must be reported to MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") and Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") who must be immediately dispatched to secure the instance. In the event SCP-6879-A has already been consumed, Rho-6 ("Deifecators") can be dispatched if required. SCP-6879 at Site-17 recreational centre. Description: SCP-6879 is the designation for a male humanoid of Ashkenazi Jewish descent, measuring 1.8m in height and weighing 90kg and appearing in their late twenties. Several scars cover portions of the subject's body, specifically the abdomen, upper arms, hips, crown and nape of the head. A faded tattoo reading "Mr. Kaboom, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" is located on the front of SCP-6879’s right shoulder. The only notable feature the subject exhibits outside of these markings is heterochromia iridum, possessing one blue eye and one pink eye. SCP-6879's body is capable of secreting seemingly limitless amounts of various chemical substances from any orifice on their body. Although SCP-6879 is easily able to secrete substances in liquid or gaseous form, they struggle to produce substances in solid form and have only managed to successfully produce them via ██████████. Corrosive, irritating, poisonous or highly reactive substances do not appear to affect SCP-6879's body, whether they originated from SCP-6879 themself or from an outside source. Testing has found that this isn't due to SCP-6879 possessing a natural immunity to said substance, but rather when interact with them, SCP-6879's body will counteract the chemicals by secreting substances that will negate or otherwise remedy the said effects. It is currently unknown whether SCP-6879 has control of this reaction. SCP-6879-A is the group designation for a paranarcotics, referred to as "Pinkie" by those who supplied and used them. In all recovered instances, SCP-6879-A has only been found in capsule form in various shades of pink. SCP-6879-A is composed of various chemical compounds, with experimentation and analysis only able to identify 76% of them. History and testing proved that SCP-6879-A is highly addictive and when ingested by humans animals, SCP-6879-A causes various effects, both anomalous and non-anomalous. Evidence suggested that the effects are related to the consumer's desired 'high'. Effects ranged from abdominal cell growth, partial transformation, levitation, short-range translocation and temporary short-range reality warping. Continuous consumption of SCP-6879-A results in consumers' development of pink skin rash, similar to urticaria, damaged nerve cells and [REDACTED]. In liquid or gaseous form, SCP-6879-A can be absorbed by the skin and can act as a vesicant in high concentrations. The effects when absorbed through the skin are identical to consumption. There have been no recorded recoveries of SCP-6879-A addiction and all known consumers of SCP-6879-A have expired. Disposal of SCP-6879-A is incredibly difficult, as it is very unreactive and stains easily. The only known way of disposing of SCP-6879-A is to submerge it in a solution consisting of water, hydrochloric acid, potassium chloride and sodium chloride1. No means of artificially reproducing SCP-6879-A has been discovered by the Foundation, so it is assumed that SCP-6879's anomalous properties are intrinsic to producing SCP-6879-A. Discovery: SCP-6879 came to the Foundation's attention as a result of the Foundation's investigation into SCP-6879-A. Between 1991 and 2003, the Foundation had been aware of SCP-6879-A usage as it was commonly used among the anomalous community as a recreational drug, especially in the Free Ports. Due to the animosity between the Foundation and the anomalous community, the Foundation were unable to investigate the production and supply of SCP-6879-A properly. This changed when, on 21/12/2003, numerous students at Deer College consumed SCP-6879-A at a Christmas party, resulting in a 500m dimensional extrusion occurring between Portland, Oregon and FP-01 ("Three Portlands"). Tau-51 were deployed and, along with the Three Portlands Police Department, were able to close the breach. Following this incident, a temporary agreement was made between the Foundation and the FP-01's Mayor-Council, to terminate all supply of SCP-6879-A. Interior of GoI-101 ("Lighthouse Mafia") plant. Tanks contained traces of Wodin, Neo Neo Coke, [REDACTED] and SCP-6879-A With the help of the Mayor-Council, the Foundation were able to locate SCP-6879-A's manufacturing plant in Jaghatu, Afghanistan. On 02/01/2004, a team comprised of members of Beta-7 and Tau-51 raided the plant. The plant was found to be empty although analysis indicated that numerous Rosen-Fortune Bridges2 had been opened a few hours earlier. Items and documents recovered at the plant indicated that it was used by GoI-101 ("Lighthouse Mafia")3 base of production. In the basement of the plant, numerous tanks were discovered containing a variety of paranarcotics, including SCP-6879-A, although the tanks containing SCP-6879-A were connected to a single sealed vat in an adjacent room. Surgical equipment and bloodstains were found nearby. Upon opening and draining the contents of the vat, members of Beta-7 discovered SCP-6879, chained to the bottom with tubes feeding into their body, where they were recovered and taken for immediate medical assessment and potential questioning. Attached is SCP-6879's initial medical assessment: ▷ Medical Assessment ▽ Medical Assessment MEDICAL ASSESSMENT (MA-6879-01) SUBJECT: SCP-6879-A4 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 02/01/2004 LOCATION: ███████████, Jaghatu, Afghanistan. MEDICAL OFFICER Dr. Steffano González, Level 3 Medical Department The subject arrived severely malnourished (BMI 17). Weighing a total of 55kg, measured at 180cm. Subject suffered progressive alopecia. Remaining hair showed pink pigment. The skin was coated in equally pink welts, featuring universally present scar tissue, indicating the subject had recently undergone several surgical procedures. Their jaw and throat showed swelling and minor internal bleeding, likely due to a dental vacuum found in the subject's mouth. Teeth were damaged and undermaintained however gums showed no inflammation. The subject showed an impaired motor control, visceral motor control over lower intestine and detrusor. NCS confirmed the subject's pelvic, pudendal and femoral nerves had undergone individual lesions at post-synaptic locale. The subject appears to be continually producing SCP-6879 from their pores and orifices. Analysis has also found high concentrations of SCP-6879 in the subject's urine and stools. It is essential that the subject must be examined with the appropriate PPE equipment. The subject was incredibly distressed upon recovery and showed fear to all personnel who approached them, especially those dressed in standard medical uniforms. To ease examination and transportation, the subject was sedated with 1.5mg propofol IV. Forward: SCP-6879-A was taken to Site-228 to receive nutrition, further physical examination and possible treatment. Addendum 6879.1: Interviews After it was confirmed that SCP-6879's containment was stable and secure, attempts were made to interview SCP-6879 about their time in the plant and GoI-101. However, SCP-6879 remained distressed and uncompliant, claiming they "wouldn't tell" and "they'll hurt me". They also repeatedly claimed they "wanted their dad" or "mum". In hopes of retrieving any information, the site manager requested the assistance of Site-12's psychotherapist, Dr. Zachary Dafydd. The following transcripts are interviews with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-1 ▽ Transcript 6879-1 Date: 13/01/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Interview was conducted in SCP-6879's containment chamber, with SCP-6879 set up in their bed. To help put SCP-6879 at ease, SCP-6879 was referred to by their name, Mr. Kaboom. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Hello there, Mr. Kaboom. SCP-6879: (begins hyperventilating) Dr. Dafydd: It's alright, Mr. Kaboom. I'm not going to hurt you. (Dr. Dafydd takes a seat near SCP-6879's bed and places his hands on his lap.) Dr. Dafydd: See. It's OK. You're safe here. I promise you. SCP-6879: (breathing slows) Dr. Dafydd: Now, are you comfortable? You don't have to say anything. Just nod or shake your head. SCP-6879: (nods head slightly) Dr. Dafydd: So, my name is Zachary Dafydd, but people call me Zac. I work for an organisation called the SCP Foundation. My job - our job - is to try and find out as much about you and what you can do so that we can make sure you can comfortably stay here. We don't want to hurt you. We just want some information. Is that OK? SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: Can you tell me what you remember about the tank? SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: OK, what about the people who put you there? Did they do this to you? SCP-6879: (breathing accelerates) Dr. Dafydd: I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I can't help you if you - SCP-6879: (whispers) Cu - cutting. Dr. Dafydd: Cutting? Like surgery? Like doctors? SCP-6879: (breathing accelerates, nods) Dr. Dafydd: Can you tell me what they did? SCP-6879: (gasping, whispers) They - take me. Dr. Dafydd: Out of the tank? SCP-6879: (gasping, whispers) Take me to a room. There - there were bright lights and mach - machines. Dr. Dafydd: Big machines? Wires? Computers? SCP-6879: (gasping, whispers) Like - like pumps. Dr. Dafydd: What happened in the room with lights? SCP-6879: (starts crying) Dr. Dafydd: We can stop. I can come back if - SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) They - they'd str - strap me too - (Concentration of SCP-6879-A secreted from SCP-6879 begins to increase.) SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) They put something in - my mouth and then - tu - turn on the machine. Then the liquid would - Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom, stop. We're going to do this later. Stop - SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) They'd get the knives and - and - I'm sorry dad - (SCP-6879 suddenly vomits a large quantity of SCP-6879-A and starts fitting. Security officers call for medical assistance. 10 seconds later, medical staff run in to remove Dr. Dafydd and resuscitate SCP-6879.) <END LOG> Date: 15/01/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Due to increased concentration of SCP-6879-A secretion, Dr. Dafydd had to wear full hazmat gear during the interview. SCP-6879 was seated in a medical recliner. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Hi, Kaboom. Remember me? SCP-6879: (weakly) Za - Zachary. Dr. Dafydd: That's right. Really, Kaboom, you gave me a scare the last time we met. SCP-6879: I'm sorry. Dr. Dafydd: That's alright. It wasn't your fault. (Dr. Dafydd takes a seat opposite SCP-6879.) Dr. Dafydd: Now, where was I? Mr. Kaboom, the last time we spoke, you said 'dad'. My colleagues claim you say that a lot, even in your sleep. Can you tell me about your father? SCP-6879: (remains silent and looks away) Dr. Dafydd: We've noticed your tattoo on your chest. We can put two and two together. Is your 'dad' Dr. Wondertainment? SCP-6879: Not really but - (SCP-6879 strains their face in pain.) SCP-6879: (quietly) He'll be so upset. Dr. Dafydd: Why would he be upset? SCP-6879: I was running la - late. I should have been home, but the - the children wanted pictures and the teachers insisted I - I stay for a bit. I wanted to go but - the children. That's what the doctor wanted. Dr. Dafydd: Children? Were you intended for children? SCP-6879: Sorry? Dr. Dafydd: You said, children. Teachers to. Did you do something for schools? SCP-6879: Not initially. Dr. Dafydd: Did you teach? What did you teach? SCP-6879: Che - chemistry mostly. I'd give - give live-action demo - demonstrations of chemical reactions. I'd try to keep it to the cu - cu - curriculum but the children really - (dry-heaves and coughs) - excuse me - (coughs) - really liked the bright, colourful explosions and stuff. Dr. Dafydd: Did Dr. Wondertainment give you equipment? SCP-6879: Only the lab coat and goggles. The chemicals, I made on the - sp - sp - spot. Dr. Dafydd: You made the chemicals? How? SCP-6879: From my body. Dr. Dafydd: You could make other things? Besides SC - 'Pinkie'? SCP-6879: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: OK, noted. So, you worked as - what - science performer? SCP-6879: I suppose. (SCP-6879 looks down at his hands then looks away.) Dr. Dafydd: Did you not like it? SCP-6879: I didn't want - to - to disappoint him again so I - I agreed to keep going. (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: How did the Mafia find you? (SCP-6879 bits their lips and shakes their head.) Dr. Dafydd: I can't help if you don't talk to me. SCP-6879: (sighs) I'd just done - done a show. I can't re - reme - member where. There - there was snow. I was - was - (coughs) Dr. Dafydd: Running late because of the children, yes. SCP-6879: As I left - a van pulled up. These men - they - they surrounded me. They tied me up and - and then they - (SCP-6879 faces Dr. Dafydd. Their nose is secreting a large quantity of SCP-6879-A) SCP-6879: I wasn't - I wasn't - I didn't mean to be late - I - I - (SCP-6879 bends over and clenches their stomach and head.) SCP-6879: Oh, my head! Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom? (Dr. Dafydd approaches SCP-6879 and helps them lean back in their chair. Video footage shows the scar on the nap of SCP-6879's head is faintly glowing. Dr. Dafydd claimed that he hadn't spotted this during the interview.) Dr. Dafydd: I think we'll leave it at that. Try and get some rest Kaboom. <END LOG> Afterword: Investigations began into SCP-6879's claims of their time working as an educational performer. Devices were fitted to SCP-6879's chamber to measure changes in SCP-6879-A's concentration. Date: 23/01/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: SCP-6879-A atmospheric concentration had increased by 5% in the past week, with the current concentration being around 18%. As a result, SCP-6879's containment chamber has taken on a slight pink haze. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Morning Mr. Kaboom. I was told by the guards you've been having some rough nights for the past week. (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Do you think we could talk a bit about your work with Dr. Wondertainment? (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr. Kaboom? (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr. Kaboom? SCP-6879: (whispers) Go away. Dr. Dafydd: What is it? SCP-6879: (tears up) Go away. Please. Dr. Dafydd: Are you hurt? What's the matter? SCP-6879: I - I've had an accident. (Dr. Dafydd approaches SCP-6879 and looks at the space between them and the chair.) Dr. Dafydd: Oh, man. (SCP-6879 begins crying. Dr. Dafydd alerts security for assistance.) Dr. Dafydd: (holds out hand) Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. (Dr. Dafydd picks SCP-6879 up and lifts them onto their bed. In the chair, a collection of faeces can be seen in the seat. The rectal tube is seen ripped in its centre. Dr. Dafydd is seen comforting SCP-6879 until medical assistance arrives.) <END LOG> Afterword: SCP-6879 containment specialists were reprimanded for not spotting issues in SCP-6879's containment earlier. Updates were made to SCP-6879 containment. SCP-6879-A atmospheric concentration had once again increased, now around 24%. Date: 05/02/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Other Attendants: Dr. Steffano González, Level 3 Medical Department; Dental Assistant Luke Hamilton, Level 2 Department of Oral Hygiene <BEGIN LOG> Dr. González: I don't understand, Zach. I assessed it when it first arrive. Why do I need to do it again? Dr. Dafydd: Because I've got a theory, but I need some evidence first. And it's 'them', not 'it'. Dr. González: Ha, you really are one of Huxtable's lot. Hamilton: Guys, can we get on with the task at hand? I've got six patients back at 17 who need a full check-up so - Dr. Dafydd: Fine, fine. (The three enter SCP-6879's containment chamber. SCP-6879 is lying on their bed.) Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom, it's me, Dr. Dafydd. SCP-6879: (looks fearfully at Dr. González and Hamilton) Dr. Dafydd: Relax, relax. They're with me. (points at Dr. González) This is Dr. González. He was the one who helped you when you were first found. Dr. González: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: (gestures at Hamilton) And this is Luke Hamilton. He's a dentist. Kind of. Hamilton: [REDACTED] Dr. Dafydd: I've asked these two to help me get some answers which may be able to help us understand what's happened to you and if we can do something about it. Now, Dr. González is going to inspect your body and scars and Hamilton is going to have a quick look at your teeth - SCP-6879: (begins to hyperventilate) I - Dr. Dafydd: This won't take long. I'm going to be here, OK. OK? SCP-6879: (breaths slowly for a few seconds before nodding) Dr. Dafydd: (nods towards Dr. González) (Dr. González approaches SCP-6879 and inspects their legs, stomach and the scars on their body for a few minutes.) Dr. González: Could you lean forward for me? (Dr. González inspects the scars on the back of SCP-6879's head. After a minute he returns SCP-6879 to their original position. Hamilton then walks forward and takes out a dental mirror.) Hamilton: Hello there. SCP-6879, could you open your mouth for me, please? SCP-6879: SCP? Dr. Dafydd: He means you, Mr. Kaboom. Hamilton: Sorry, Mr. Kaboom, could you open your mouth nice and wide for me? (SCP-6879 opens their mouth and Hamilton inspects their teeth. After a few minutes, he finishes.) Hamilton: You can close your mouth now. (SCP-6879 closes their mouth.) Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom, I'm going to step outside to talk with my colleagues. I'll be back in an hour to speak with you. Alright? SCP-6879: (nods) (The three exit SCP-6879's containment chamber.) Dr. Dafydd: So? Dr. González: Scars are healing at a natural rate. Their legs are still in bad shape. Hair is still a mess. All in all not much has changed. Dr. Dafydd: Hamilton? Hamilton: Their teeth are fine. There is a build-up of that pink stuff around the tonsils and tongue. I think that's going to be a problem in the future. Dr. Dafydd: As I thought. OK, Steff, how much do you know about Prometheus's engineering? Dr. González: Only what I've seen from the Ports when I worked with UIU and only the medical stuff. Good stuff. Bit temperamental and clunky but - Dr. Dafydd: SCP-6879's scars. Is there something about them that's unusual? Dr. González: Not really. Actually - they are a bit haphazard in spots, especially on the stomach and hips. Plus there is some timing difference between some of the scars. I can't say how much but enough that I could spot it. A months difference I'd think. Dr. Dafydd: So those areas have repeatedly had the same surgical attention? Dr. González: That's a good guess. Dr. Dafydd: OK, good. Things are starting to make sense. Hamilton: Care to share your conclusions? Dr. Dafydd: I'm theorising that whatever the Mafia did to 6879 wasn't permanent. I think they probably got hold of dash-A's formula from MC&D after Lab's liquidation and used 6879 as a means of making it. But, if I remember correctly, the Mafia aren't the most assiduous scientists. So they have to update 6879 now and again, making sure they can continue producing dash-A. Dr. González: You think Labs invented dash-A? Dr. Dafydd: Sort of. Wodin and [REDACTED] were found at the plant. We know Wodin is an adaption of one of Lab's Gods' Eyes, so Lab's is somehow mixed up in this. It's likely that dash-A or something similar was a Lab's formulation and the Mafia somehow managed to get 6879 to make it. Hamilton: So what's this got to do with SCP-6879 and what we just did? Dr. Dafydd: 6879 told me they used to be able to make other chemicals before they were altered by the Mafia. I think 6879's current condition may be reversible. If we could restore 6879's original abilities, that would take a huge weight off our resources and make 6879's containment way easier. Dr. González: Hold on. If what your saying about the Mafia and dash-A is true, how come 6879 hasn't flushed it out of their system already. It's been about two months since we found them and their condition seems to be getting worse, not better. Dr. Dafydd: Psychosomatic. Hamilton: What? Dr. Dafydd: Psychosomatic. 6879-A's increase in production is a direct result of 6879's mental and physical condition. Their surroundings, trauma, memories and stress are influencing their mind, in turn influencing their body, forcing it to continue dash-A's production. They're essentially stuck in a feedback loop. They're getting worse because they're believing they're getting worse. In a way, they've just been moved from one tank into another. Dr. González: OK, so they've got 'placebo syndrome'. But, what can we actually do? Dr. Dafydd: Leave that to me. I've got a few calls to make. <END LOG> Addendum 6879.2: Revised Containment The following is a series of correspondence between Dr. Dafydd and Site-288's Site Director, Dr. Albert Cren regarding SCP-6879's containment: ▷ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server ▽ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server DATE: 07/02/2004 FROM: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> TO: Dr. Cren <noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb#noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb> SUBJECT: Containment of SCP-6879 Good Morning Sir, I believe you're aware of the current issue we're facing with 6879. Not only has the production of SCP-6879-A increased but SCP-6879 has grown increasingly withdrawn and despondent and has started to show signs of regression. My concern is that given these factors, 6879 containment is likely to grow in difficulty as time goes on, resulting in even more Foundation time and resources being used. I am also not a fan of seeing someone in such a state, even if they are an anomaly. With that said, I would like to propose an improvement in SCP-6879's containment. I would like 6879 to undergo nerve grafting. After this, I believe 6879 should receive physical and occupational therapy to hopeful regain independence. Steffano believes there is a good chance of it working if he performs the operation. This will be done in parallel with continuous counselling sessions with myself, where I will focus on helping 6879 adjust to their new environment and better deal with their past issues. I believe these changes will positively influence both 6879's mental and physical health. This will shift 6879's focus as a result, motivating them and will influence them to subconsciously break the cycle of 6879-A production. Please reply with your thoughts, Zac P.S. I shall make enquiries regarding GoI-101 and GoI-3865 if 6879's mental health improves. DATE: 08/02/2004 FROM: Dr. Cren <noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb#noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb> TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> SUBJECT: RE: Containment of SCP-6879 Hi Zac, A nerve grafting is a very time-consuming and complex procedure. That sort of procedure isn't even offered to our staff, let alone an anomaly. That being said, our resources are stretching thin and it would be beneficial to simplify 6879's containment procedures. Zac, can you and Steffano confidently say this will work? I don't want to risk altering an anomaly's condition too much. Remember what happened with 1337? Cren On 09/02/2004, Dr. Cren and Ethics Committee Liaison Elena Clarke met with Dr. Dafydd and Dr. González to discuss 6879's containment and possible surgery. After 2 hours, Dr. Cren and Mrs. Clarke agreed to attempt the revisions, on the condition that SCP-6879 would be made aware of these changes prior to them being instigated. The following transcript is a conversation between Dr. Dafydd, Dr. González and SCP-6879 regarding SCP-6879 surgery and treatment: ▷ Transcript 6879-2 ▽ Transcript 6879-2 Date: 11/02/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology; Dr. Steffano González, Level 3 Medical Department Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: SCP-6879 secretion of SCP-6879-A had increased to the point that SCP-6879 was required to wear a dental vacuum. Since this, SCP-6879 has hardly spoken. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Hey, Mr Kaboom. (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Do you remember Dr. González? Steff? (SCP-6879 gives the two men a glance before looking away.) Dr. Dafydd: I'm - I'm sorry about your mouth. (SCP-6879 sighs heavily.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom. I - We've been revaluating your condition and we believe - there may be a way of stopping what's happening to you. (SCP-6879 slowly turns to face the men.) Dr. Dafydd: But we need you to understand, that this isn't going to be easy. It will take time and hard work and it will likely be a painful recovery. SCP-6879: What needs to happen? (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: With your permission, Dr. González will perform an operation on your legs and - SCP-6879: No, no, no cutting. I don't want - Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom, try to understand, if you - SCP-6879: (pushes table away, causing both men to fall) No. No more. I - I don't - (SCP-6879 falls out of their chair, causing the dental vacuum to fall out.) Dr. González: Zac, we can't - Dr. Dafydd: (holds up a hand) (Dr. Dafydd approaches SCP-6879, kneeling beside them. SCP-6879 begins secreting SCP-6879-A from their mouth.) SCP-6879: No more - no, no - dad - Doctor Wonde - Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom, listen to me! If you don't go through with this, there is a good chance you'll get worse. It will likely reach the point where you'll have to remain trapped on your bed. Tubes covering your body. Unable to move or speak. Just like in the tank. Do you want that? (Dr. Dafydd takes SCP-6879's hand. SCP-6879 turns to face Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: I - I can't. Dr. Dafydd: Please. You can get better. You need to get better. We need you to get better. You don't deserve to be like this. (Both Dr. Dafydd and SCP-6879 remain on the floor for about half a minute as SCP-6879 appears to consider Dr. Dafydd's comments.) SCP-6879: Will - will you be there? (Dr. Dafydd looks back at Dr. González, who nods abruptly.) Dr. Dafydd: Yes. Of course, I will. <END LOG> On 14/02/2004, SCP-6879 underwent nerve grafting and nerve transfer, with Dr. González acting as head surgeon assisted by 3 nurses and 3 containment specialists, 2 of which were members of the Department of Chemistry. Dr. Dafydd witnessed the surgery from an observation room. Surgery was successfully completed 10 hours later, with no incidence. Following the surgery, SCP-6879 was sent to Site-228 medical ward for medical observation and postoperative care for a minimum of 4 weeks. During this time, SCP-6879 received psychological counselling from Dr. Zachary Dafydd. As part of SCP-6879's psychiatric care, SCP-6879 was permitted to listen to music and audiobooks. Over the course of their postoperative care and their session with Dr. Dafydd, SCP-6879 began to display improvement in their mental stability. SCP-6879's physical health improved too, with SCP-6879's skin clearing of all welts, regaining control of their bowels and bladder and their hair beginning to thicken and shift to a browner pigment. SCP-6879-A's production also began to decrease, with personnel only required to wear standard PPE after 3 weeks. The following transcript is a conversation between Dr. Dafydd and SCP-6879 regarding SCP-6879's recovery: ▷ Transcript 6879-3 ▽ Transcript 6879-3 Date: 07/03/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Good afternoon, Mr Kaboom. SCP-6879: Hello Dr. Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd: What were you listing to just now? SCP-6879: The Graveya - yard Book by Neil Gaiman. It's about a - a boy who's raised by gh - ghosts. Dr. Dafydd: Sounds like you're enjoying it. SCP-6879: It's good. It's been a - a while since - I read something. Dr. Dafydd: Tell me. How are you feeling? SCP-6879: I - I feel - better. Dr. Dafydd: Are you sure? (SCP-6879 waits before answering.) SCP-6879: (nods) Yes. Dr. Dafydd: Good. Being able to recognise how you feel will help you in the long run. (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: I have some good news, Mr. Kaboom. According to Dr. González, your recovery has been quicker than expected. As a result, we believe you're ready to be moved to your new accommodation. SCP-6879: Already? Dr. Dafydd: Yes, and once you're settled in, you'll start undergoing some physical and occupational therapy. If all goes well, we expect you to be able to walk again within 5 to 6 months. SCP-6879: Really? Dr. Dafydd: (nods) SCP-6879: Dr. Dafydd - excuse me - (SCP-6879 reaches for a bowl nearby and vomits a small amount of clear liquid.) Dr. Dafydd: Do you still vomit a lot? SCP-6879: Not - not as much as I did - before. Only about 2 or - 3 times a day. But sometimes, I - I can make it stop. They've given me bowls too and medicine helps so I can't kvetch. Dr. Dafydd: Kvetch? SCP-6879: Complain. Dr. Dafydd: Oh, OK. Anyway, as well as this therapy, we might start looking into your abilities, if they start presenting themselves. The Foundation is also interested in your time with your creator too. Do you think you could help us? SCP-6879: You want to know - know about Dr. Wondertainment? Why? Dr. Dafydd: You're not the only thing we have here he's created. We have lots of toys he's made. SCP-6879: He sent you toys? Dr. Dafydd: Yes. Quite a few actually. (Pause.) SCP-6879: Did they make you happy? Dr. Dafydd: They - amazed us. SCP-6879: Good. He was - proud of her work. Dr. Dafydd: So can I ask you about him? SCP-6879: OK. Dr. Dafydd: Thank you, Mr Kaboom. I think we'll leave it at that for today. See you soon. SCP-6879: Bye. (Dr. Dafydd gets up and begins walking away but turns back.) Dr. Dafydd: That bowl. Can you pass it to me? SCP-6879: (points at bowl) You want this? I've - I've just been sick in - it. Dr. Dafydd: I know. Can I have it anyway? SCP-6879: (passes bowl) Dr. Dafydd: Thank you. <END LOG> Afterword: Upon analysis, the contents of SCP-6879 were revealed to be a mixture of hyaluronic acid, water, acetaminophen and menthyl acetate6 and no trace of SCP-6879-A was found. On 13/03/2004, SCP-6879 was moved to a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with disability aids as SCP-6879 still required a wheelchair for mobility. SCP-6879-A was still being secreted by SCP-6879 but only via their waste (~5% trace) and their hands (~3% trace). Due to this, SCP-6879's chamber's plumbing was closed off from the rest of the site's system and SCP-6879 was required to wear gloves while handling objects until further notice. ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (13/03/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (13/03/2004) SCP-6879 is to receive physical and occupational therapy sessions from Dr. Emese Horváth to improve their physical capabilities and health. They are also required to undergo weekly psychological counselling with therapist Dr. Zachary Dafydd with the goal of improving SCP-6879's emotional health and mental capabilities. SCP-6879's containment chamber is to be monitored for the concentration of SCP-6879-A produced and is to be cleaned every three weeks. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (13/03/2004) On 16/03/2004, SCP-6879 began their therapy with Dr. Horváth with the intention of returning SCP-6879's ability to walk and increasing their overall dexterity and mobility. Sessions are to be 2 hours long and are to occur daily. During the first few sessions, SCP-6879 complained of pain. However, these pains appeared to vanish after a few days. On 17/04/2004, as part of SCP-6879's occupational therapy, SCP-6879 was granted access to Site-228 humanoid recreational centre, focusing on activities that would improve their motor skills and hand-eye coordination. This has also been done to identify SCP-6879's cognitive capabilities and skillset. Below is a evaluation of SCP-6879's psychological profile: ▷ Psychological Assessment ▽ Psychological Assessment PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (PA-6879-01) SUBJECT: SCP-6879 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 19/04/2004 LOCATION: Site-228, Pécs, Hungary PSYCHOLOGICAL OFFICER Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology At face value, SCP-6879 is no different from any non-anomalous human. However, it has been determined that SCP-6879 still suffers from a form of PTSD. Topics involving the Lighthouse Mafia and SCP-6879-A cause SCP-6879 severe discomfort and increases SCP-6879-A production. SCP-6879 also shows signs of sociotropic tendencies, perfectionism, low self-esteem and a strong desire to 'do better'. They also appear to engage in thumb sucking when alone. These issues and patterns are to be monitored and addressed if needed. Through observation and tests, it's been determined that SCP-6879 shows an above-average intelligence and memory capacity, being able to perform and understand given tasks at remarkable speeds. Their most noticeable traits, however, are their dexterity and crafting skills. SCP-6879 has shown a variety of handicraft capabilities, showing intermediate knowledge in sewing, marquetry, dyeing, carpentry, metalworking and technical drawing. They've also shown, unsurprisingly, intermediate knowledge of chemistry. It has also been discovered that SCP-6879 has some understanding of other languages, including Russian, Yiddish and German, although only phrases and greetings. How SCP-6879 has accumulated these skills is yet to be determined. It should be noted, that SCP-6879's characteristics are rather unusual compared to other SCPs under the 'Misters' title. On 10/05/2004, secretion of SCP-6879-A from SCP-6879 stopped altogether with no traces found in SCP-6879 waste. As a result of SCP-6879-A's cease of production and with no new reports of its usage in 3 months, it was considered neutralised. SCP-6879 was reclassified as Euclid and their threat level was reclassified to ● Green. On 26/05/2004, 4 months earlier than expected, SCP-6879 regained their ability to walk, although still required the use of a walking aid. A medical examination concluded that SCP-6879's physical health was now comparable to that of an average human. As a result, SCP-6879's physical and occupational therapy sessions were put to an end and deemed successful, although suspicion was raised over SCP-6879's quick recovery. Additionally, SCP-6879 requested if they could continue sewing as a recreational activity. This request was approved by Site Director, although only for a limited time per week and with continued signs of good behaviour. ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (27/05/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (27/05/2004) SCP-6879 has been moved to a standard humanoid containment chamber fitted with air filtration and sprinkler system, complete with standard furnishings. When outside their chambers, SCP-6879 must wear disposable gloves to prevent their unintentional secretions from staining or reacting with surrounding materials. Entertainment materials are to be provided upon request and access to Site-228's recreational centre is to be allowed bi-weekly for a maximum of 2 hours. Testing of SCP-6879's abilities is permitted. SCP-6879 is allowed to use their anomalous abilities for testing purposes and within their chambers so long as the resulting effect to not infringe its containment procedure. Any attempt to use their abilities outside of this condition will result in disciplinary actions. As a result of improvements in SCP-6879's mental and physical health, SCP-6879-A is no longer in production. Since no reported usage of SCP-6879-A has been discovered in the past 3 months and only samples exist within Foundation custody, SCP-6879-A has been considered neutralized. SCP-6879 is to continue their weekly psychological counselling with therapist Dr. Zachary Dafydd. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (27/05/2004) Addendum 6879.3: Relations and History with GoI-386 ("Dr. Wondertainment") In parallel to testing, SCP-6879 continued receiving psychological counselling with Dr. Zachary Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd was also asked to assist in the Foundation investigation into GoI-386 by interviewing SCP-6879 about their time and work-life with Dr. Wondertainment. The following transcripts are interviews with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-4 ▽ Transcript 6879-4 Date: 20/06/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Foreword: SCP-6879 had shown improvement in their mental health since their recovery. Their skills in tailoring, sewing and dressmaking had also escalated, with SCP-6879 skills in the craft being comparable to that of a trained tailor. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Good Morning, Mr Kaboom. SCP-6879: Hello Dr. Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd: How have you been? SCP-6879: Good. Dr. Dafydd: Still doing your exercises? SCP-6879: Every day. Dr. Dafydd: How're your skills with the needle and thread coming along? SCP-6879: Oh, you should see what I've made with those denim scraps. Yesterday, they gave me some new patterns and one of them is a jumpsuit. I've got the perfect fabric to work on it. Dr. Dafydd: That sounds exciting. You should show me next time. So you've started testing with Dr. Pirrie. How are you finding them? Easy? Difficult? SCP-6879: I guess it was hard to start with. I hadn't used my 'wonder' properly in such a long time but after the doctor got me to focus on the stuff I remembered, it all came back. I remembered how easy it was. Now I can do it whenever I want. Dr. Dafydd: Sorry, 'wonder'. What do you mean? SCP-6879: My powers. That's what Dr. Wondertainment called them. My wonder. I think he just liked using nonsense words. She was always calling things by different names. It was part of who he was. Dr. Dafydd: How long did you work for Dr. Wondertainment? SCP-6879: Since I was born there. I don't remember when exactly but I was there for a long time. Dr. Dafydd: Interesting. Well, I looked at the results of some of the tests. According to Dr. Pirrie, the chemicals you made remined you of the workshop. Can you tell me about that? SCP-6879: The workshop. Oh, that place was amazing! It was massive! It had everything you needed. Woods, metals, plastics and fabrics. And it had all these machines and tools. It's where we invent and designed the toys before we'd manufacture them. Dr. Dafydd: We? Do you mean you and the doctor? SCP-6879: Yeah - well sort of. He'd sort of oversee us and tell us what was and wasn't working. We did most of the work. Dr. Dafydd: Us? You weren't alone? SCP-6879: No. There were others. But there wasn't a lot of us. About 15 I think. Or was it 20? Maybe 30? I can't recall really. Dr. Dafydd: Can you remember any of them. SCP-6879: Uh - uh - there was one guy. Really tall. Moustache. Dressed kind of funny. Red blazer and top hat. He was OK. A bit demanding but - OK. One of them was short, and - wore a lot of colour - talk a lot. I think - uh - you know - I can't remember anyone else. (Video footage shows the scar on the nap of SCP-6879's head is faintly glowing. Dr. Dafydd spots this but doesn't point it out.) Dr. Dafydd: OK. So what sort of things did you make in the workshop? SCP-6879: Oh, lots of things. I made dolls and robots and little soldiers that could walk. I made rockets that you could make fly. I made paints, stink bombs and modelling clay. I made teddies that released perfumes when you squeezed them. But the best thing I made were the costumes. They were for Halloween and birthday parties. I was really proud of those. Dr. Dafydd: So you did a lot in the workshop. It sounds like you enjoyed working there. SCP-6879: I did. I - I was - I really like the workshop. Dr. Dafydd: So why did the doctor make you go out and entertain children. SCP-6879: I - I made mistakes. I'd get carried away and I'd start doing things wrong. And the doctor expanded the factory too. He'd got some new machines from somewhere - so I wasn't needed as much. So one day, the doctor gave me the job of performing for children. He dressed me up and sent me from school to school. Dr. Dafydd: Did you like doing that? SCP-6879: I guess. The kids liked it and the teachers were always impressed but I wasn't much of an entertainer. I don't think the doctor was very happy with my performance. She kept telling me I needed to do better. Dazzle the kids. But I never could. Dr. Dafydd: Did you miss the workshop? SCP-6879: No. I just hadn't - Well it was - it just had - yeah. Yeah, I missed it. Dr. Dafydd: OK. I think that will do for today. Thank you, Mr Kaboom. I'll be back soon. SCP-6879: OK, doctor. Dr. Dafydd: Oh! Did the other Little Misters ever go to the workshop? Or help you with your work? (SCP-6879 gives Dr. Dafydd a confused look.) SCP-6879: What other Little Misters? <END LOG> Date: 24/06/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: This session was requested following SCP-6879's reaction during and after 6879-E-57. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Feeling better? SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: I'll take that as a no then. Do you want to talk about it? SCP-6879: No. Dr. Dafydd: Fine. Fine. SCP-6879: (sighs) Sorry. Dr. Dafydd: That's better. OK, tell me about the experiment. (Pause.) SCP-6879: I should've done more. Dr. Dafydd: More what? More of the water? SCP-6879: I could've done more! I can do more! I'm better than this. Dr. Dafydd: If you couldn't do it, you couldn't do it. It's OK if you didn't. The tests are to see the limits of what you can do. It doesn't matter if you can or can't meet the demand. I - SCP-6879: I'm better than this! I'm meant to do it! (SCP-6879 rises out of their chair and stares at Dr. Dafydd. A small trickle of brown liquid is seen secreting from their right index finger. The scar on SCP-6879's nape begins glowing softly again, causing SCP-6879 to wince in pain and sit back down.) Dr. Dafydd: Calmed down? SCP-6879: (sighs) Dr. Dafydd: Tell me, was this what it was like in the workshop? High expectations? Is that why you were moved? (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Did Dr, Wondertainment ask a lot of you? SCP-6879: No! He was just under a lot of pressure. Demand increased and our factories were old. She knew I could do it. I just needed a push. Dr. Dafydd: And when you didn't meet, you were moved? (SCP-6879 remains silent and looks away from Dr. Dafydd.) Dr. Dafydd: That scar on the back of your head? When did that happen? Because it's not like the other scars you have. SCP-6879: (touches scar) I - I don't know. I think I was - born with it. Made with it. Dr. Dafydd: Did you ever ask the doctor about it? SCP-6879: Once, when I was in the - classroom - (SCP-6879's eyes unfocus and they appear to look through Dr. Dafydd for moment. The scar on SCP-6879's nap flashes softly for a second.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom? SCP-6879: Sorry, what? Dr. Dafydd: Did you ever ask Dr. Wondertainment about the scar on your head? SCP-6879: Scar? Oh, no. I was born with it. Dr. Dafydd: Hmmm. OK. Before we finish, do you remember any of the places you used to perform? Any schools? Anything? SCP-6879: (sighs and rubs head) Uhhhh - let's see - most of it was in America. I did do the UK sometimes. And Russia that one time. Dr. Dafydd: What about towns? SCP-6879: No, nothing comes to - wait - there was this one place. In America with the snow. In - In - oh, what was it that place with all the syrup. It began with a B - Dr. Dafydd: Bridgeport? Boston? Burlington? SCP-6879: Yeah, Burlington. I remember because that's where I got some maple samples for the doctor to use for his lollipop project. Dr. Dafydd: Thank you. I think that's a good start. <END LOG> Afterword: SCP-6879 statements regarding Burlington were used in the Foundations investigations. The liquid secreted by SCP-6879 was tested following the interviews. The analysis found that the secretion was a mixture of tannic and oxalic acid, chemicals commonly used as rust removers. Dr. Dafydd asked Dr. González for details regarding SCP-6879's crown to nap scar. Edwards Middle School. By using SCP-6879's statements along with local correspondence and history, the Foundation managed to determine the school SCP-6879 was referring to was Edwards Middle School in Burlington, Vermont. Field Agent Bronisław Ellis was sent to speak with the residents of the town and meet with Mr. Alex Hammers, a former mathematics teacher, now headmaster of Edwards Middle School. Mr. Hammers confirmed that SCP-6879 had indeed performed at the school and also provided further evidence in the form of a yearbook. When Mr. Hammers was asked questions regarding SCP-6879 demeanour, he told Agent Ellis that SCP-6879 was "friendly" but "clumsy", "social awkward" and "nervous going round the classrooms". ▷ Transcript 6879-5 ▽ Transcript 6879-5 Date: 02/07/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: This session was requested following SCP-6879's reaction during and after 6879-E-78. SCP-6879 had shown signs of agitation and sleep deprivation. Their scar had also begun to glow more regularly too. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: How are you feeling Kaboom? SCP-6879: (groans) Like my head is pounding. Dr. Dafydd: I can request some pain killers if you need some? SCP-6879: (groans) Thank you. Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom, I going to ask you some questions and need you to be honest with me. Alright? SCP-6879: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: Did you have many accidents in the workshop? SCP-6879: (pause) No. Dr. Dafydd: Are you sure? SCP-6879: Yes. Dr. Dafydd: Then can you explain your healing? SCP-6879: (pause) Pardon. Dr. Dafydd: You recovered from a surgery that should've taken half a year to recover from in 2 months. Dr. Horváth also said you bruised a lot while you were with her. And you recovered from them quickly too. Why is that? SCP-6879: You're the experts. Dr. Dafydd: Dr. González gave me these too. It's the X-rays he took of you when he first treated you. (Dr. Dafydd pulls out several X-rays, all of SCP-6879's chest, arms and facial bone structure. Some misshapen areas are circled.) Dr. Dafydd: These fractures. Dr. González estimates they're about 20 years old. A good few years before your time with the Lighthouse Ma - SCP-6879: I don't want to talk about them! Dr. Dafydd: OK, OK. It just, the scar on your head. It's - it's not like the others. Dr. González believes that one goes deeper than the others. Down to the bone. SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: What can you tell me about this? (Dr. Dafydd pulls out the yearbook Mr. Hammers provided and turns to one of the pages. In it, a picture of SCP-6879 can be seen, on stage, dressed in a lab coat, rubber gloves, a blue waistcoat with a stylised 'W' on the front and blue hair, beard and moustache. SCP-6879's teeth are unnaturally white and his face has been painted to look slightly doll-like) SCP-6879: (sniggers) Dr. Dafydd: Did you always have blue hair? SCP-6879: (looks away) Dr. Dafydd: Did it change when they made you make Pinkie? SCP-6879: I don't - want to think about that. Dr. Dafydd: What can you tell me about that. (Dr. Dafydd points at a wound underneath SCP-6879 eyebrow in the photo.) (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: Now, Mr Kaboom, I've been doing this job for a good number of years and - SCP-6879: It - Dr. Dafydd: - I've seen people like you have similar - SCP-6879: You - Dr. Dafydd: Was Dr. Wondertainment ever violent towards yo - SCP-6879: No! (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom. These fractures. The mistakes. The healing. I don't want to press but this is suggesting - SCP-6879: Stop it! SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) You have to understand. We couldn't keep up and I wasn't trying hard enough and I kept making mistakes. He - he was under a lot of pressure. Production was low, materials were getting harder to source, Prometheus was on out backs and she had the rust to deal with. I did my best to help but it just kept coming back. And - the workshop was getting old and - my - her scarf went missing and - the classroom - Dr. Dafydd: That's not an excuse. SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) He was a good person. He just wanted to bring joy to the world. He - she - they - (SCP-6879 looks back at Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: Why are you looking at me like that! Who - who the fuck are you to judge me! You can't fucking judge me! (Brown liquid begins secreting from SCP-6879 hands and forearms. SCP-6879 gets up, advances towards the observation window and begins slamming their fist against the glass. Dr. Dafydd tries to comfort and restrain SCP-6879 only to be hit in the face. Two security guards rush into the interview room and subdue SCP-6879, while Dr. Dafydd retakes their seat.) <END LOG> Following this interview, SCP-6879 became increasingly withdrawn and uncooperative. SCP-6879 also refused to see Dr. Dafydd or have their session in the recreational centre. Because of this, a meeting was held between Dr. Cren and Elena Clarke regarding SCP-6879 needs. It was decided the SCP-6879 was to be moved to Hall 34-B, Site-55, where staff and personnel had the capabilities and knowledge of caring for and maintaining containment of Little Misters. It was also decided that Dr. Dafydd was to be reassigned to a different project and return to Site-12. ▷ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server ▽ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server DATE: 13/07/2004 FROM: Dr. Cren <noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb#noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb> TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> SUBJECT: SCP-6879 You've done good work Zachary, but in circumstances like this, we have to put security first. I know you hoped for 6879 to obtain some kind of catharsis or realisation, yet I don't believe that's going to happen. They just don't want to accept what's happened to them. More importantly, 6879's current behaviour has the potential to be a security risk. A risk Site-228 can't handle. And your relationship is contributing to that risk, no matter how healthy or unhealthy it is. I'm sorry it had to come to this Zachary. Good luck, Cren SCP-6879 was moved to Hall 34-B, Site-55 on 16/07/2004. Addendum 6879.4: Incident 6879-Alpha ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (17/07/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (17/07/2004) SCP-6879 has been relocated to an identical containment chamber with the other Misters in Hall 34-B, Site-55, fitted with air filtration and sprinkler system, complete with standard furnishings. When outside their chambers, SCP-6879 must wear disposable gloves to prevent their unintentional secretions from staining or reacting with surrounding materials. Entertainment rights are to remain the same. SCP-6879's right to recreational activities has been revoked until their relations with their fellow SCPs have improved and they've shown an improvement in cooperative behaviour. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (17/07/2004) After a week to adjust to Site-55's schedule and methodology, SCP-6879 was granted the right to Hall 34-B's reception and to interact with the other "Little Misters" SCPs. Despite seemingly sharing a former acquaintance and origin, many of the "Little Misters" were either openly unfriendly to SCP-6879 or made no attempts to engage with SCP-6879. Only SCP-2428-1 appeared to occasionally engage in somewhat friendly relations with SCP-6879. ▷ Transcript 6879-6 ▽ Transcript 6879-6 Date: 25/07/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Andrea Segerstrom, Level 3 Senior Researcher Interviewee: SCP-3537 Forward: SCP-2428-1 was apparently also present for the interview, although their answers were told to Dr. Segerstrom by SCP-3537. <BEGIN LOG> (Removed for brevity.) Dr. Segerstrom: Why are the others so cold to 6879? SCP-3537: He's not one of us. Dr. Segerstrom: I don't understand? He's got the branding and - SCP-3537: I know, but he's different. It's true, he checks out. Got all the signs but he just feels different. Wrong. Incomplete. Dr. Segerstrom: That's not really an excuse to be so - unkind. SCP-3537: I know, I know. But we can't help it. We're a collection and he's not one of us. It was the same with our sister when she abandoned us. Anyhow, he remembers things all wrong. Dr. Segerstrom: All wrong? SCP-3537: Yeah. Says he worked in the workshop and helped make stuff. (scoffs) He should be so lucky. Pretending to be the Doctor's favourite. Stupid. Dr. Segerstrom: So why is 2428-1 OK with him? (SCP-3537 looks over Dr. Segerstorms shoulder for a few seconds, gives a confused grimace and nods before returning to Dr. Segerstorms.) SCP-3537: Apparently Mad knows him. Or he reminds Mad of someone he knew. From before. Back home. Says Kabooms thinks differently from the rest of us. To be honest, I wouldn't pay much attention to what Mad is saying, given what he's like. (SCP-3537 looks over Dr. Segerstorms shoulder again.) SCP-3537: (shrugs and addresses space) What, it's true. <END LOG> Whilst at Site-55, SCP-6879 continued to behave erratically. On top of sleep deprivation, they also began talking in their sleep, resumed thumb sucking and showed signs of isolation and dissociation. When personnel attempted to provide SCP-6879 with a session with the site's psychiatrist, they vehemently declined. As well as changes in mental behaviour, strands of SCP-6879's hair and iris began to change to a blue or pink pigmentation. SCP-6879 made several requests to have their recreational rights back, however, all requests were denied due to their erratic behaviour. ▷ Incident Log 6879-Alpha ▽ Incident Log 6879-Alpha Lockdown Response Code (LRC) Site: ██ Priority: A Classification: Code Green, Code Superblue Response MTF/s: MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") ARI/s: AR-6 ("Grandma's Asthma") Recovery: ~1 hour Date: 09/08/2004 <BEGIN LOG> [00:00:00] (SCP-6879 collects their meal in Hall 34-B's shared space. As they make their way to their seat, SCP-1799 waves at them, only to be told off by SCP-3537. SCP-6879 takes their seat and begins their meal.) [00:02:34] (SCP-6879 shows signs of pain, with their scar illuminating slightly once again. After a few seconds, the scar darkens and SCP-6879 begins sucking their thumb for approximately 20 seconds before resuming their meal. Some of the surrounding SCPs take notice of this.) [00:03:23] (SCP-6879's scar illuminates once more, causing SCP-6879 to cry out in pain and clasp their head. SCP-1799 and SCP-2287 attempt to leave their table and help SCP-6879 but are stopped by SCP-3537. An argument breaks out between SCP-2287, SCP-1799 and SCP-3537 with SCP-644 and SCP-2855 joining in. Meanwhile, SCP-6879 is helped by an unseen individual, presumably SCP-2428-1.) [00:03:59] (SCP-6879 attempts to engage with the others but is rebuked by SCP-3537. SCP-6879 begins arguing with SCP-3537 and SCP-644. Whilst this is happening, SCP-6879's scar illuminates one more and SCP-6879 begins secreting a brown liquid from their fingertips. SCP-3537 then shoves SCP-6879 aside and appears to lecture them about something for approximately 30 seconds. The word "classroom" is hurried.) [00:04:31] (SCP-6879 suddenly hunches down weeping, clasping their stomach and face and backs away against the wall. Various strands of their hair and irises begin shifting from a blue, pink and brown pigmentation. A thick dark-brown viscous liquid begins secreting from SCP-6879 forearms, fingers, ears, nose, mouth and eyes. SCP-2287 and SCP-1799 approach SCP-6879 but quickly back away when 2287 comes in contact with the liquid, which appears to burn them.) [00:05:02] (SCP-6879 screams loudly, with the liquid secretion rate increasing. Seconds later, all Misters tense up and begin screaming too9. SCP-2428-1 is seen flashing in and out of view. Personnel enter the shared space and removed all SCP present. Despite their attempts, they were unable to recover SCP-6879. Site enters lockdown.) [00:06:52] (The liquid begins to thicken, and heat up, reaching a temperature of ~200° and reacts aggressively with the surrounding walls and floor. SCP-6879 continues to both laugh and weep, secreting the liquid. MTF-Beta-7 is called.) [00:08:23] (The liquid becomes even more volatile, its incandescence increasing and now coats the entire floor. The floor under SCP-6879 gives way and SCP-6879 collapses into the floors below. All unnecessary Hall 34-B's systems are halted and Hall 34 is evacuated.) [00:14:19] (The liquid begins to stabilise. A drone is sent in to attempt to locate SCP-6879. The drone uncovers the hole created by SCP-6879, which goes 4 floors down, stopping at the plumbing system in Hall's second sub-basement where a pool of the liquid has formed. SCP-6879 isn't seen, although crying can be heard coming from the sub-basement room.) Extract from Drone-649's feed. SCP-6879's secretions seen flowing from Hall 34 plumbing system. [00:35:02] (4 members of MTF Beta-7, led by Captain Myers arrive at the site. Dr. Andrea Segerstrom and Dr. Zachary Dafydd are brought to site command.) [00:42:13] (Beta-7 enters the Hall and begins wading through the liquid, taking samples of the compound. The members abseiled down the hole in an attempt to reach SCP-6879. On the advice of Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd, Beta-7-2, Charlotte Massie, attempts to communicate and console SCP-6879. Seconds later, the liquid within the sub-basement begins to react and heat up once more. Beta-7 retreat back to the Hall's shared space.) [00:46:57] (With permission from both Site-12 and Site-55's Site Director, Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd join Beta-7, with the intention of calming SCP-6879. Assisted by Beta-7, Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd abseiled down to the sub-basement, stopping above the pool. SCP-6879 isn't seen.) [00:48:43] (Dr. Dafydd, without permission, enters the pool and communicates calmly with SCP-6879. The crying heard in the sub-basement stops.) [00:52:04] (Dr. Dafydd finishes talking and holds out a hand to the pool. After a few seconds, SCP-6879's hand emerges from the liquid, taking Dr. Dafydd's. Dr. Dafydd pulls SCP-6879 out of the liquid and embraces them. SCP-6879 continues to weep but begins to secrete a second, stable, transparent green liquid which reacts with the first, converting it into the same transparent liquid.) [00:55:13] (Beta-7 successfully recovers SCP-6879 from the sub-basement. Samples of the second liquid are collected. With permission from Dr. Dafydd, Beta-7-5, Yasmin Massie, sedates SCP-6879.) [00:57:32] (SCP-6879 is removed from Hall 34-B to Hall 23, accompanied by Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd, for recovery and study. Captain Myers passes both SCP-6879's secreted compounds to Site-55's Department of Chemistry to be studied. The second compound was also incorporated into AR-6, in order to neutralise the first.) <END LOG> Analysis discovered that the first liquid SCP-6879 secreted was a mixture of several chemicals, including acetaminophen, oxalic acid, sodium hypochlorite, [REDACTED], fructose, SCP-6879-A and ████-█-███-█-████████. The mixture was highly reactive and viscous when heated. The presence of ████-█-███-█-████████ was also noted, as the compound had amnestic properties and was used to manufacture Class F, Class D amnestics and Class X mnestics. The second liquid was discovered to be a solution of diluted menthyl acetate. It is unknown how the second chemical was able to mitigate the first. As a result of Incident 6879-Alpha, SCP-6879 containment was temporarily moved to Hall 23 while the other Little Misters were moved to Hall 04 until Hall 34-B was repaired. When questions concerning SCP-6879 were asked to the Little Misters, all refused to comment and wince at the mention of their name or designation. A number have also developed slight alterations in memory regarding themselves, each other and GoI-386. These issues and changes have been incorporated into a separate project. SCP-6879 hair returned to its usual brown pigmentation soon after the incident, although their irises have remained pink and blue. During a medical assessment, high concentrations of morphine and fentanyl were found in SCP-6879's blood suggesting SCP-6879 had attempted to self-medicate in order to alleviate their pain and had been hiding it under the pretext of thumb sucking. SCP-6879 also started secreting SCP-6879-A again, although in low concentrations. In light of these results, SCP-6879's threat level was reclassified to ● Yellow and, following a discussion with the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology, Dr. Dafydd was reassigned as their psychotherapist. Below is a re-evaluation of SCP-6879's psychological profile: ▷ Psychological Assessment ▽ Psychological Assessment PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (PA-6879-02) SUBJECT: SCP-6879 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 17/08/2004 LOCATION: Site-55, [DATA REDACTED] PSYCHOLOGICAL OFFICER Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology It would be easy to assume that SCP-6879's change in behaviour is down to a mixture of substance abuse, illness and denial. However, I don't think that's all there is. SCP-6879 isn't the same as they were under Dr. Wondertainment. Something is different. My guess is, that our treatments, sessions and experiments along with what the Mafia have done have somehow changed them. Not only have we returned them to factory settings, but we have uncovered something else. Something deeper. And that something is trying to get out. Addendum 6879.5: Revised Containment On 19/08/2004, Dr, Dafydd took SCP-6879 to Site-55's Department of Chemistry Pyrotechnical Warehouse and conducted a counselling session. The following transcripts is the interview with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-7 ▽ Transcript 6879-7 Date: 19/08/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Security guards from the Department of Chemistry were on hand outside of the warehouse. Due to the re-emerging of SCP-6879-A, Dr. Dafydd was required to wear disposable gloves, safety goggles and mask during the session. Dr. Dafydd was also granted permission to use Psionic Implantation and Oneiric Hypnotherapy techniques. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: It's been a while Mr. Kaboom. SCP-6879: (remains seated.) Dr. Dafydd: I know you probably don't want to see me or want to talk but - well - (Dr. Dafydd takes a seat opposite SCP-6879.) Dr. Dafydd: What happened in the Hall? SCP-6879: I don't - Dr. Dafydd: No, we're not doing that! You didn't talk last time and look where that got you! You confront this now! Or do you want to end up locked away? (SCP-6879 looks at Dr. Dafydd, stunned.) Dr. Dafydd: I don't want that, but unless you talk to me, you will face repercussions Mr Kaboom - SCP-6879: That's not my name! (SCP-6879 stands up quickly but winces in pain and touches the scar on their head before sitting back down.) Dr. Dafydd: No. No, it's not, isn't it? (SCP-6879 looks at Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: I don't know what to do. Everything's all - twisted. And if I try and think of it - it hurts. (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: There is - something we can try, but I need your permission. I can do something that will allow your memories to - flow more easily. But what you'll see - you might not like it. It might - hurt. SCP-6879: What will happen? Dr. Dafydd: It will be like a dream. Things will come to you but you won't have much control over what they are and where they'll take you. I can push you if things start to go off track, but it maybe a rather twisted journey. You won't be the driver of your train of thought, but the passenger. SCP-6879: What if I - make a mess again? Dr. Dafydd: That's why we're here. This place can deal with it better. (Pause.) SCP-6879: OK. (Dr. Dafydd stands up and touches SCP-6879 on the shoulder and crown and applies a psionic induced hypnagogia, causing SCP-6879 to enter a more relaxed and focused state.) Dr. Dafydd: I'm sorry. (Dr. Dafydd retakes their seat and begins applying psionic implantation via auditory command. Commands have been highlighted.) Dr. Dafydd: Can you hear me? SCP-6879: (pause) Yes. Dr. Dafydd: OK, right. Let's do this. Tell me your name? SCP-6879: Mr Kabo - Mr - I - don't know. Dr. Dafydd: What do you remember? Before the Mafia? Before the workshop? Where are you right now? (SCP-6879's eyes glaze over.) Dr. Dafydd: Remember. (SCP-6879 becomes alert once again.) SCP-6879: There are no images. Only - feelings. Dr. Dafydd: What are they? Anger? Fear? SCP-6879: Lonely. Dr. Dafydd: Is there nothing else? No sensations? SCP-6879: I'm lost. Alone. I'm so alone. Dr. Dafydd: (sighs) Tell me about the workshop? (SCP-6879 smiles slightly.) SCP-6879: It's so colourful. It smells of orange and paint and paper and - mint. It's full of things. Wonderful toys and games. And people. People like - like me. Dr. Dafydd: People? You're co-workers? SCP-6879: My friends. SCP-6879: (pause) I'm useful. I'm needed. Never alone. Dr. Dafydd: Who are the people? SCP-6879: There's - no - no, their faces. I can't - they're all squashed and empty - changing - I - (SCP-6879 looks down at their hands then covers their ears.) SCP-6879: They're laughing at me. Laughing. Laughing! Dr. Dafydd: Who's laughing? The people? SCP-6879: The men. In - in the van. They took me - me - the school. Dr. Dafydd: (whispers) Mafia. SCP-6879: I want my dad - doc - doctor. They're laughing. They tie me up. The pull something over - over my mouth and - push something onto my face. It smells. It smells! I - I - I can't - (SCP-6879-A begins to secrete from SCP-6879's scars.) SCP-6879: The machine! I - I want to scream - but - but - I'm strapped down. They - they're all in white! The smell! It smells! Like hospital. I want my - my - my - dad but they - slap me and - they - they - Dr. Dafydd: They what? SCP-6879: (begins grasping their scars) My arms! My arms! My stomach! They're opening it! It - it hurts! Hurts! I want my mum! Make it stop! I want my - my - (SCP-6879 stands up and looks into the distance.) SCP-6879: Wondertainment. Dr. Dafydd: Do you see Wondertainment? SCP-6879: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: What's he doing? Is he - SCP-6879: Workshop. I - I - (SCP-6879 interrupts themselves, although their accent and tone change.) SCP-6879: RAINBOWS DON'T HAVE BROWN, STUPID! DO IT AGAIN! Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom? SCP-6879: TOO MUCH SUGAR! YOU DID IT WRONG! IT'S WRONG! IT'S WRONG! STUPID! (SCP-6879 starts slapping themselves hard in the face. Dr. Dafydd gets up and grabs SCP-6879's arms.) SCP-6879: STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom! Mr Kaboom! SCP-6879: YOU'RE A BAD MISTER! Dr. Dafydd: Stop it, Mr Kaboom! (SCP-6879 stops and regains focus. Dr. Dafydd lets go of their arms.) SCP-6879: Bad mister. Dr. Dafydd: No. No, you're not. You're doing very well Mr - Mr Kaboom. Come back to the chair. Come on. (Dr. Dafydd tries to take SCP-6879 back to the chair but SCP-6879 hunches down to the ground, holding their head.) SCP-6879: I make dad angry. Mum wants it like this and I don't do it right. I need to be punished. I need to be better. I - I - SCP-6879: I don't want to go. I - I'm scared. Please - please - Dr. Dafydd: It's alright, it's alright. After this, it will be alright, but we need to keep going. It's alright. SCP-6879: Please - I'm scared - I - (SCP-6879 sits up and looks into the distance, again speaking in a different accent and tone.) SCP-6879: LITTLE MISTER! Dr. Dafydd: What is it, what's happening? SCP-6879: I'm in the chair. I'm in the chair! Dr. Dafydd: Where? Where is the chair? SCP-6879: The - the class - classroom! SCP-6879: (starts crying) I'm in - I'm - the classroom! SCP-6879: Bite helf mir! Bite helf mir! Es tut vey!10 (SCP-6879 begins crawling across the floor.) Dr. Dafydd: (whispers) Oh, what did they do to you? SCP-6879: He - she comes in. Daddy comes in. She - she says she I'll be better like this. I'll be good. I'll - I'll be better. And - and - the chair - my head. My head tilts. And - and - and - no, no, no! He's bringing it out! Dr. Dafydd: What? What are they bringing? SCP-6879: The toy! He's got the toy! My wooden toy! And - and - the needles and knives! She cuts - cuts - cuts - Dr. Dafydd: It's alright, Mr Kaboom. Cuts, what? SCP-6879: The rust - the rust from her arms - and - and they take it and - the knife! The knife's all rusty and - and - and - he puts it in - no, dad, I'll be good. I'll be good. I won't - I won't. I'll be better. I won't - I won't - I - I - be good, be good. They're laughing. They - you - hold me down. Mum - help - don't - they're - you're cutting! Stop, please! The rust - the rus - pink - pink! Pink! (SCP-6879 chokes and vomits a stream of SCP-6879-A, tannic and oxalic acid. Dr. Dafydd picks them up and takes them to the chair, releasing them from his psionic control. A few minutes pass while Dr. Dafydd cleans up SCP-6879) Dr. Dafydd: Mr. Kaboom? Can - can - can you hear me? SCP-6879: (whimpers) Dr. Dafydd: It's alright. It's going to be OK. SCP-6879: (whimpers) They - they did things to me. They found it fun. Dr. Dafydd: I know. SCP-6879: (whimpers) Dr. Wondertainment - she - he - did things - to my - mind - to - to my insides. Put - put things inside. Put things inside me. Dr. Dafydd: I know. SCP-6879: (whimpers) He - she - didn't - didn't do those th - things! Dr. Dafydd: I'm - I'm afraid they did. SCP-6879: (whimpers) I - I was - alone. He - helped me. I - I loved - I love - but she never - the Mafia - he - abandoned - she - they - (SCP-6879 gets up and runs out to the centre of the room.) SCP-6879: (screams) YOU SHOULDN'T'VE DONE THOSE THINGS! (SCP-6879 continues screaming, their hair rapidly changing colour in places.) SCP-6879: I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, MAFIA! I HATE YOU, WONDERTAINMENT! I HATE YOU! I WANNA KILL YOU! (SCP-6879 ejects plums of purple and pink smoke, green fire and sparks from their hands towards the opposite wall. Security guards rush in but Dr. Dafydd keeps them back.) Dr. Dafydd: (whispers) Wait. SCP-6879: (screams) I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, YOU EVIL, DISGUSTING, CUREL, WICKED, ANGRY - I - HATE - YOU! I WANT TO KILL YOU! (SCP-6879 stops the ejection and turns to Dr. Dafydd in tears. Their knees then buckle and they collapse to the floor, sobbing. Dr. Dafydd rushes over and embraces SCP-6879.) Dr. Dafydd: Well done, Mr. Kaboom. It's alright now. It's - it's alright. It's - it's going to be alright. (Dr. Dafydd continues to cradle SCP-6879 for 4 minutes. SCP-6879 continues weeping.) <END LOG> Afterword: After the interview, SCP-6879 was escorted back to their containment chamber. Dr. Dafydd accompanied SCP-6879 and remained with them until they went to sleep. SCP-6879 was not given any sedatives or drugs. SCP-6879 ejections were taken to the Department of Chemistry for study. SCP-6879 received several other sessions with Dr. Dafydd over the next few weeks, focusing on SCP-6879's relationship with Dr. Wondertainment, their time with the Mafia, their mental wealth and techniques to cope with their issues. Oneiric and psionic techniques were not employed during these sessions. SCP-6879-A continued to be produced in low concentrations. To mitigate this, Dr. Dafydd taught SCP-6879 several coping techniques and was told how to neutralise it themselves. After several weeks, SCP-6879 once again showed signs of recovery, with their personality and behaviour returning to a state similar to 6 months before. SCP-6879 once again, cease producing SCP-6879-A soon after too. As well as improvements in behaviour, SCP-6879 no longer engaged in self-medication and showed an improvement in self-esteem. With these improvements in mental stability and self-control, SCP-6879 threat level was reclassified was ● Green. On 11/11/2004, Dr, Dafydd conducted one final session with SCP-6879. The following transcript is the interview with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-8 ▽ Transcript 6879-8 Date: 11/11/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Session was conducted in Site-55's recreational centre. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: What are you making today? SCP-6879: (Holds up a nearly completed jacket, constructed from bleached denim scraps.) Dr. Dafydd: Wow. Did you bleach that yourself? SCP-6879: It took some practice but I found the right concentration in the end. (SCP-6879 continues to sew the jacket while Dr. Dafydd watches.) SCP-6879: What is it? Dr. Dafydd: Nothing. I'm just so impressed with what you're doing. SCP-6879: Thank you, Dr. Dafydd. (SCP-6879 begins knotting the threads of the jacket.) Dr. Dafydd: Have you had anything else come back? (SCP-6879 stops knotting and looks at Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: No. Nothing new. Just the same old images. Dr. Dafydd: How do you feel about them now? (Pause.) SCP-6879: It's odd. I was angry in the beginning, and scared, but now - now it's just - oh what's the word - melancholy, maybe. It's like, the memories make me feel sad but I'm - separated from it. I don't care about it anymore. Does that make sense? Dr. Dafydd: Yeah, that makes sense. SCP-6879: It's odd. Before, I didn't want to think about what happened to me. I didn't want to remember. Now, I can't help wondering what used to be in those blank gaps in my mind. And then, I wonder if the others are like this. Dr. Dafydd: Others? SCP-6879: The other Little Misters. What were we? What were our former lives and names? Where did we come from before we joined them and became toys in their toybox? Do you think we'll - I'll ever know? (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: (shakes head slowly) Maybe - one day, but - SCP-6879: That's a shame. I would've liked to know just a little bit more. That Mad fellow was so familiar. Dr. Dafydd: Do you think you'll keep your name? SCP-6879: I thought about that. I guess you could start calling me SCP-6879, but - I don't know why, but I want to keep my name. Despite the fact, that he gave me the name as part of her - control - it's still a part of me. It's the only name I've ever known. So - I'm going to be Mr. Kaboom for now. Dr. Dafydd: (laughs and reaches a hand out) Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Kaboom. SCP-6879: (smiles and shakes hand) Dr. Dafydd: I've got some news Mr. Kaboom. I've been speaking with a couple of colleagues and we believe it's time you moved on. SCP-6879: Wait, what? Dr. Dafydd: Don't worry. You'll be moving to Site-17. It's the best site we have for humanoids and special phenomena like you and it's got plenty more to offer you rather than this place. You can do so much there. You could be with people like you. SCP-6879: Will I get to continue my work? Dr. Dafydd: (nods) I bet you'll be making PJs for everyone. SCP-6879: I like the sound of that. When - (Pause.) SCP-6879: You - You're not coming. Are you. Dr. Dafydd: (nods) I need to go back to 12. I have newer projects to work on. And you - you don't need me anymore. SCP-6879: But - but we're - friends? Dr. Dafydd: I wish I could say that's true, but - my job - my role - is to make you feel safe. To get you to a point where you can be the most comfortable you can be in our care. I've done that. You can move on now. So can I. We aren't - friends but - I still want you to be happy. (Pause.) SCP-6879: Is this goodbye? Dr. Dafydd: Yes. Yes, it is. (SCP-6879 stands up and holds out a hand. Dr. Dafydd takes it and clasps it firmly.) SCP-6879: A sheynem dank, Dr. Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd: Bye-bye, Mr Kaboom. <END LOG> Afterword: Following the interview, both SCP-6879 and Dr. Dafydd were highly emotional after their farewell, however, both remained professional. On 21/11/2004, SCP-6879 was transported to Site-17 in [REDACTED]. Dr. Dafydd returned to Site-12 on 22/11/2004. Site-17's Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology was alerted of SCP-6879's past behaviour and SCP-6879 was placed on a temporary psychological observation to ensure a comfortable settling. ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (24/12/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (24/12/2004) SCP-6879 has been relocated to an identical containment chamber within the low-security wing of Site-17 fitted with air filtration and sprinkler system, complete with standard furnishings. When outside their chambers, SCP-6879 must wear disposable gloves to prevent their unintentional secretions from staining or reacting with surrounding materials. Due to their improvements in mental stability and continuous display of cooperative behaviour, SCP-6879 has been granted permission to wander the facility, although under surveillance. SCP-6879 is allowed to visit Site-17's recreational centre tri-weekly for a maximum of 3 hours and is permitted to socialise with fellow non-threatening SCPs. Staff are permitted to request the use of SCP-6879's anomalous abilities only if the site manager and SCP-6879 agree. Items made by SCP-6879 for the staff or fellow SCPs may be accepted with the approval of the site manager. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (24/12/2004) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> FROM: Dr. Caspian <tni.pcs.tig|naipsac.d#tni.pcs.tig|naipsac.d> SUBJECT: SCP-6879 How's it going old friend, I just wanted to forward you a couple of things. 0. Mr. Kaboom ✓ (cancelled) We found this outside 6879's chamber, a few days after they arrived at 17. It was so soaked with tears and rust, it nearly broke when we picked it up. It's with the Chem lot now. We contemplated letting 6879 know but we decided against it. Let the past be. Speaking of our "Little Mister", he asked me to send this along: Hi Dr. Dafydd, I'm not sure if you'll ever get this, but the personnel have given me their word they'll pass this along. I just wanted to let you know that I'm OK and I think I'm going to be OK for the rest of my time here. You should see the place we've got. I mean, my rooms are fine. Bit of a bland colour but they've let me paint the interior. Yeah, I can make paint now. And others. They've got me learning all sorts of things. Medicine. Cosmetics. They're going to let me try food soon, apparently. You were right. There are people like me. There's this one guy. Huge, he is. He's got me helping with kids in the medical wing. Made a whole line of teddy bears just for them. They're also this girl who can do cool things with light and a guy with metal hands! He's real nice. He like the jackets and sweaters I made for him. They've got me doing that now. Making things for the others. Some of the staff want stuff too! The best is the jumper dude. He seemed lonely when I first met him, but we hit it off. I'm making a jumper for him when he comes back. Apparently, he lost his other one in a world covered in sand. I guess, I just wanted to confirm that, I'm fine. You were right. Everything's alright now. Thank you, Mr. Kaboom I've spoken with RAISE and given what they're doing for us, we might grant them a Blue classification. You should see what they've made. I'm talking about some Met Gala level work here. They were waisted working for the Doctor. Anyway, I hope you're proud of what you've done. Huxley would be. Caspian P.S. Something might be attached to this. Hope you like it. DATE: 01/07/2004 TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> FROM: Site-12 Post Office <noitadnuof.pcs|OP21#noitadnuof.pcs|OP21> Package awaiting pick for: Dr. Dafydd Hazardous Checks: Pass Contents: Green Tailored Suit Blazer, size 38 Black Dress Trousers, size 34 White Dress Shirt, size 38 Brown Leather Gloves Green Bow Tie Note (see below) A note was found within the package. Please note, that the paper and cloth smells slightly of mint. I hope it fits. Footnotes 1. Matching concentrations found in stomach acid. 2. More commonly known among the anomalous community as 'Ways'. 3. Before this event, it was believed GoI-101 only traded in paratech. However, recent activity has shown they have branched into trading paranarcotics and other anomalous chemicals. See attached UIU report for further details: 2003-112 4. Before the discovery that SCP-6879 was the source of SCP-6879-A, SCP-6879 was referred to as SCP-6879-A and vice versa. Mistakes are highlighted. 5. "Dr. Wondertainment" 6. An acetate ester that contributes to the smell and flavour of peppermint. 7. Experiment 5 (6879-E-5): Concentration and Isotopes. SCP-6879 was asked to study four variations of water, made up of different hydrogen isotopes and replicate them. SCP-6879 didn't successfully complete the request and grew increasingly frustrated and disappointed with themselves during and following the test. 8. Experiment 7 (6879-E-7): Anomalous Compounds. SCP-6879 was asked to produce a number of anomalous compounds used to create amnestics. Whilst SCP-6879 did successfully complete the request, their behaviour following the test was flagged. 9. It was also confirmed following the incident that SCP-6910, SCP-1007, SCP-1908 and SCP-2396 also experience this phenomenon, despite either being in other sites or inactive. It is unconfirmed if SCP-920 and SCP-2933 experienced the phenomenon. 10. Yiddish to English translation: Please help me. Please help me. It hurts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6879" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6879. Licensed under CC-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: lighthouse.jpg Name: Vats of liquor Author: Rutger van der Maar License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Kaboom.jpg Name: Istanbul, Turkey. 2015. Tailor-made. 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Item #: SCP-6880 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6880’s digestive fluid is to be treated and handled as a Class-IV Chemical/Biological weapon, but it is otherwise to be cultivated and handled like a sun pitcher plant. Further documentation, tending, and population control details can be received at request from the Foundation Botanical Department; start by contacting Dr. Chelsea Elliott at [email protected]. External populations of SCP-6880 are cultivated and shielded from civilians by a joint division of Mobile Task Force Theta-4 (“Gardeners”) and Lambda-12 (“Pest Control”) . Quantities of SCP-6880’s digestive fluid may be requisitioned by the Materials Department, Engineering Department, and Biomedical Department. SCP-6880 in Greenhouse L-12, Site-19. Description: SCP-6880 is a species of sun pitcher plant1 that uses thaumaturgy to prey on hematophages such as oxpeckers and vampire bats. SCP-6880’s primary anomalous property is its digestive fluid: a volatile fluoride compound2 that looks, smells, and possesses the same goetic signature as uncoagulated cattle blood. SCP-6880 is otherwise a perennial herb that grows approx 1 meter in height and has similar breeding and feeding habits as non-anomalous Heliamphora species. During the daytime, SCP-6880 injects minute quantities of its digestive fluid through its roots to eliminate competition for sunlight, water, and pollination by poisoning the surrounding soil in a 5 meter radius. It also drips small quantities of fluid from its upper leaf into its digestive pouch to emit a gradual stench of cow blood. Ultraviolet radiation from the sun kickstarts a still poorly-understood thaumaturgic reaction that converts up to 2 liters of blood into digestive fluid per day. By nightfall, the buildup of digestive fluid causes SCP-6880 to resemble a bleeding cow via scent, goetic signature, and even on thermal and radar scans. In this way, it lures larger blood-sucking prey to land and drink from its pitcher. When prey attempts to feed, they are overcome by the fumes and fall into the pitcher to die by drowning, asphyxiation, or acid burns. As the corpse dissolves, any blood within them is released for catalysis into more digestive fluid. SCP-6880 has evolved numerous other unique enzymes in its chloroplasts that catalyze its digestive fluid through sunlight-moderated thaumaturgic reactions. The resultant products include organic sap, chlorophyll material, and a thick mucosal wax that protects SCP-6880 from its own digestive fluid. These products also present industrially attractive properties such as fluorocarbon-grade slipperiness and inertness, plus near-ceramic grade insulation and heat resistance. SCP-6880 populations are capable of growing in most temperate regions, as their mucosal wax insulates them in cooler climates and aids water retention in hotter ones. An instance of SCP-6880 is capable of surviving for up to one month on 50 grams of animal blood. SCP-6880 was discovered in Argentina by Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 (“Helsing Brigade”) while tracking the hematomorph ████████ ████████ on charges of criminal racketeering during the Seventh Occult War. His corpse was found, half-digested in bat form, in an instance of SCP-6880. Since its discovery, the Foundation has cultivated small SCP-6880 populations worldwide as a form of natural pest control for hematomorph populations, such as in London, England, and Washington, D.C. Footnotes 1. tentatively Heliamphora caprerum 2. (refer to MSDS-4748935) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6880" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6880. Licensed under CC-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: pitcherplant.jpg Name: File:H chimantensis2.jpg Author: Andreas Eils License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6881 Project: SERAPIS Document ‘ALFA’ WELCOME, EDITOR. YOU ARE VIEWING DRAFT [4] OF [4] ► Play (The click of a person's tape recorder being turned off.) GALLIO: Come in. (The door opens. There are footsteps on carpet) ???: Good evening, Agent Gallio. GALLIO: I’m a researcher. I’m not an agent any more. ???: As of forty minutes ago, that is no longer true. GALLIO: I’m being reactivated? ???: I am empowered to speak on behalf of the O5 Council. They have been very appreciative of your sterling work here as a researcher and wish to utilise both those skills, and your experience in the field. You’re already familiar with the case of SCP-6881. Did anything strike you as unusual about it? Other than the obvious, of course. GALLIO: Yeah. The background. The Foundation became interested in Shibbet’s Vale and the lake because of ‘anomalous activity’ in the area. But there’s nothing in the mission records about what those anomalies were. Kind of strange given that anomalies are what we do. ???: Very perceptive, Agent Gallio. The O5 Council would like those blanks filled in, too. The data we have suggests Shibbet’s Vale has a long history of very strange things but the details appear to have been lost to a computing error. Before we can fully contain SCP-6881, the Foundation needs the whole picture. Your assignment is to report back to the O5 Council on all anomalous events associated with Shibbet’s Vale. Go back as far as you can. GALLIO: Am I answering to O5 on this? ???: You will be reporting to either me, or to another individual empowered to speak on behalf of the O5 Council. GALLIO: I guess that’s as close as anyone gets. ???: The data you find will be Level 5 Classified and collated under the codename ‘Project Serapis’. Access to other Foundation sites and personnel will be granted to you if the O5 Council deems it necessary. You may have to deal with interests outside the Foundation. Discretion is expected. GALLIO: I get it. Do it alone, do it quiet, leave no trace. Just like old times. ???: The world has changed since you were last out there, but some things will always be the same. Strange things will happen, the Foundation will contain them, and the people who owe us everything will never know. GALLIO: And men like me don’t get a choice in the part we play. ???: The Council will be waiting on your results. Sleep tight. (Foootsteps as the individual leaves) GALLIO: Aren’t you going to wish me good luck? ???: If you’re relying on luck, agent, you’re in the wrong job. ■ Stop SHOW FILES SHOW — initial_draft_6881_Gallio.pdf CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED SCP-6881 Provisional Item Number: SCP-6881 Level 5/SERAPIS Classified Lake Apesawa, with the headwaters of the Whitetail River in foreground. This is a pre-containment report into the anomaly hereafter referred to as SCP-6881, in anticipation of subsequent containment or neutralisation efforts to be informed by this report. Should an effort to contain SCP-6881 ensue, the containment area required will be 200 by 15 by 12 metres, and constructed of steel reinforced concrete. Any additional containment procedures depend on further observation of SCP-6881. It may be preferable to contain it on-site and build the containment vessel around it, rather than attempt to bring SCP-6881 to an existing facility. The investigation into SCP-6881 was precipitated by a report on anomalous events in an area of southern Montana known as Shibbet’s Vale. This forested area is to the south of the Mourning Cloak Mountain Range and includes the Whitetail River, which feeds into and drains from Lake Apesawa. The location has seen some previous use including a campground and skiing resort, but is currently uninhabited. These anomalies were believed to emanate from Lake Apesawa. Mobile Task Force Iota-28, "Screaming Seabees", was dispatched to perform field engineering duties under the cover story of a geological survey team looking for natural gas fields. The members of Iota-28 were accompanied by twelve C-Class personnel, several pieces of earth moving equipment, and a small cache of explosives. A channel was dug connecting points of the Whitetail River upstream and downstream of the lake. This caused the lake to be bypassed and gradually drain. MTF Iota-28 remained on station during this process to monitor any further anomalous activity, but reported none. The remains of a six-berth boat were noted when the lake was around seventy percent drained, along with a wrecked pickup truck and large amounts of cut logs from the region’s past logging activities. Nineteen days after the draining began, an opening was spotted just above the surface, leading to a cave system under the ground eastwards of the lake. Three days later the water level was low enough to permit entry into the cave system. MTF Iota-28, comprising four members trained in combat engineering, entered the cave. They were: I-28 Alpha — Urbanek, ranking officer; I-28 Beta— Lynch; I-28 Delta — Abbot; and I-28 Gamma — Weiss. They were accompanied by a C-Class, Lopez, who was trained in caving safety. The data transmitted from Iota-28 Delta’s field recording device was recovered. Being transmitted from underground, this data was partial and had to be reconstructed, and no other team member’s recordings could be recovered. SHOW — Iota-28 Audio Log [CLASSIFIED 5/SERAPIS] – CLOSE Portions of the transcript in bold are narrated by DR. GALLIO. (The ambient sound of a cave. Water drips somewhere in the back) ABBOT: OK, this is I-28 Delta, Abbot. Testing, testing. Good, levels are green. URBANEK: We all good? LYNCH: Recording. Doubt we’ll get a signal out, though. URBANEK:: Weiss? WEISS: Sure, the recording’s on. Hope control gets off on two hours of footsteps. URBANEK: Don’t start, we haven’t even got our feet wet. Lopez, how’s it looking? LOPEZ: I’d rather have the gear to rig up lights as we go. Put in some permanent guide lines. URBANEK: We don’t have the time. We’re here to find whatever’s down here, not map the place out. LOPEZ: The rock looks good but if the system goes much lower it’ll be underwater. No way are we equipped for that. URBANEK: Then we’ll turn back. Until then, we are a go. I want weapons stowed and safetys on, down here you’re more likely to kill one of us with a ricochet than hit anything. WEISS: I thought we were looking for something spooky? URBANEK And if we have to shoot it then I’ll give the order. Until then, fingers off triggers. WEISS: Jesus Christ. LYNCH: Remind me why we even bring you? WEISS: Because I’m the explosives guy and you couldn’t tell plastique from Play-Doh. URBANEK: We looking good, Abbot? ABBOT: We’re negative for radiation and toxins. Good to go. LOPEZ: You think we’re gonna run into radiation down here? ABBOT: We assume we’re gonna run into everything. URBANEK: Move out. Stick close. Lopez, lead the way. (The team moves into the cave system. I-28 Delta’s recording system was both audio and visual, but no video data could be reconstructed. The team moves slowly and with difficulty, with C-Class Lopez directing them through narrow and partially flooded passageways. They encounter several dead ends. Signal triangulation puts them approximately three hundred metres east of Lake Apesawa and fifteen to thirty metres underground. The cave system descends gradually, prompting concerns the way ahead will be flooded.) LYNCH: A lot of tree roots down here. Is that normal? LOPEZ: Through solid rock? No. WEISS: Oh great, we gotta cut our way through. Not enough we’re underground, we have to be in a bloody jungle too. URBANEK: Lynch, you’re the muscle. Get this crap out of our way. (I-28 Beta presumably pulls out a machete and, from audio, standard issue Containment Handsaw, and begins to cut through the tree roots.) WEISS: I should just blast a sodding path for us. LOPEZ: And bring the whole place down on our heads? WEISS: Looks solid enough to me. LOPEZ: Then the pressure wave will kill us instead. That’s progress. LYNCH: We’re through. Shit, my arm’s all cut to hell though. What is this stuff? ABBOT: Hey, it opens up just ahead. See? It’s a cavern. Got stalactites and stuff. WEISS: Stalagmites. ABBOT: Which is which again? LOPEZ: Hey, he’s right. This is one beautiful gallery. We got… we got plants down here. That’s not right. You get animals, bugs and bats, but not plants. There’s no sun. URBANEK: So it’s weird? LOPEZ: It’s weird. WEISS: Stalagmites come down from the ceiling. Stalactites are on the ground. Didn’t you go to school? ABBOT: Nah, I think it’s the other way around. Lynch, which is it? Lynch? LYNCH: Guys, I don’t… I ain’t doing so great. (Various medical sounds: muscle tearing, bone cracking. There is the sound of creaking wood. I-28 Beta cries out.) URBANEK: Lynch! Lynch, what’s wrong? LYNCH: Something inside me. In my chest. Under the ribs. URBANEK: Abbot, get the med stuff out! LOPEZ: Oh Jesus, I can see it moving. LYNCH: You gotta cut it out. It’s growing. URBANEK: Do it, Abbot. ABBOT: OK. Keep as still as you can. (I-28 Delta takes the Containment Handsaw and presumably begins emergency field surgery techniques. I-28 Beta cries out again) LYNCH: Get it out! Get it out! ABBOT: It’s like… a fibrous growth. Real tough. It’s tangled around the ribs. WEISS: Bloody hell, it’s got my arm! (A biological ripping sound as I-28 Gamma rips the "fibrous growth". I-28 Beta cries out a third time) ABBOT: The lungs are full of it. Lynch? Lynch, you still with us? (I-28 Beta produces ragged breathing.) URBANEK: That’s not survivable. Stand down, Abbot. ABBOT: We can’t just… URBANEK: We can and we will. We got a biological threat and I got standing orders not to mess with that kind of shit. Leave Lynch and keep going. WEISS: Aw, hell. The roots are blocking the way back. It would take a bulldozer to open it up. We gotta keep going deeper. URBANEK: Then that’s what we do. Lopez? LOPEZ: The cave goes further in. Can’t tell its full extent. I guess we… we keep in sight of each other and don’t get separated. URBANEK: Then move out. Abbot, pack up your gear. ABBOT: Bye, Lynch. (The team continues moving through the large gallery. Lopez finds an opening leading further westwards and the team are again navigating narrow and partially-flooded passageways.) LOPEZ: We gonna talk about that? ABBOT: About what? LOPEZ: We just left someone behind. ABBOT: Urbanek was right. It didn’t look survivable. LOPEZ: But Lynch might still be alive. ABBOT: Not for long. You saw it too, right? Half the chest cavity was full of that stuff. Wood or roots, or whatever. LOPEZ: I thought you guys were soldiers? Never leave one behind, all that stuff? ABBOT: That’s regular military. Most of us trained that way but when you get assigned to an MTF, you learn fast how the rules change. The kind of things the Foundation sends us against, sometimes it’s better not to be saved. Plus if we bring a critically wounded soldier or a body back with us, God knows what it might be infected with. Not saying you gotta like it but that’s the way it is. We got priorities more important than lives. Even our own people’s. LOPEZ: I’m glad I’m a C-Class. WEISS: Hate to break it to you, but you’re kind of in the same situation as the rest of us down here. LOPEZ: Would you leave me behind? WEISS: I’d watch you die for a piece of chicken. LOPEZ: Screw you. ABBOT: What the hell, Weiss. WEISS: Gallows humour, buddy. We all gotta deal somehow. LOPEZ: What about those roots, or whatever they are? You seen that before? ABBOT: Nope. But then that’s what we work with, right? Stuff no one’s seen before? URBANEK: Hold up. We got more of those plants up ahead. They ones with the fruit or the seed pods. Lopez, you got any ideas what they are? LOPEZ: Never seen anything like that growing underground. You get a few mushrooms and fungi, nothing like these. URBANEK: Gonna grab one as a sample. (I-28 Alpha attempts to remove a seed pod from one of the plants, but it bursts and emits a cloud of spores. I-28 Alpha breathes in these spores before getting clear.) WEISS: Oh shit. (The sound of I-28 Alpha coughing through a protective mask.) (The recording becomes distorted and audio data cannot be reconstructed for the next portion of the mission. I-28 Delta’s location is estimated at five hundred metres west of Lake Apesawa and between thirty and forty metres underground. The next recoverable audio occurs twenty-seven minutes later.) (There is the sound of a large animal growling, wetly, and of wood creaking. They get fainter and fainter until they are no longer audible.) ABBOT: It didn’t see us. LOPEZ: What the hell is it? ABBOT: I…think it used to be Urbanek. He breathed in the spores. LOPEZ: Did you see what it did to Weiss? God, the whole face was gone… ABBOT: Hey, you haven’t been here before, but I have. You think too much about what you just saw and you’ll freeze up. Put it aside and keep going. You can lose your shit over it later, once we’re out. LOPEZ: We’re underground, man! There’s no magic rule that says there even is a way out! ABBOT: Doesn’t matter. We keep moving until we find an exit or we die. ‘Cause the other option is to curl up and wait for whatever that thing is to find us and I’m not about that. LOPEZ: I don’t know if I can do this. ABBOT: Just follow me. Here, take my sidearm. (The soft clack of a handgun being pulled out and handed over.) LOPEZ: What am I supposed to do with this? ABBOT: Shoot the bad guy. Okay, we move. Try not to breathe in the spores. LOPEZ: Try not to breathe. Great. (The remaining two members of the underground team move through the passageways, attempting to do so quietly. The sound of something large moving and breathing in the distance can occasionally be heard. Voice stress and breathing pattern analysis indicate distress, exhaustion and shock.) LOPEZ: Wait. This passage is flooded. We gotta go back. ABBOT: I don’t think there is a ‘back’ any more. LOPEZ: Well it’s either that or grow gills. ABBOT: Looks wide enough to swim through. LOPEZ: No way. No, no way. Even with a full diving team I’d think twice. ABBOT: I think… I think it turns upwards again. Can’t tell how far. Twenty metres, maybe. LOPEZ: You can’t judge anything underwater. I know guys who died thinking they could. (Nearby snuffling sounds and growling, likely from the Urbanek-creature.) LOPEZ: Oh man, you’re shitting me. (Rock breaking as the Urbanek-creature crashes into the chamber) LOPEZ: I’m not dying here! I’m not dying here! (Three gunshots. The Urbanek-creature roars. C-Class Lopez screams. There is the sound of teeth crunching into flesh.) ABBOT: Ah, what the hell. (A splash.) (Rushing water from beneath. Abbot groans as he attempts to hold his breath. There is a moment of silence. A splash. Abbot gasps and sputters) ABBOT: Holy… holy shit. Lopez? Lopez? (I-28 Delta continues walking for the next thirty-one minutes.) ABBOT: Okay. This is I-28 Delta, Abbot. I don’t know how long I have to go before I find a way out and I don’t even know if there is one. Urbanek, Weiss and Lynch are gone, and I guess Lopez, too. If anyone is receiving this, I’m turning off recording to save the battery. If I find anything, I’ll transmit again. If not, I’m dead. Sayonara, guys. (No further data is received for approximately nineteen hours. The C-Class engineering support crew carried out a preliminary investigation of the cave entrance but were under orders not to enter the cave without MTF support. They found evidence the MTF had entered the cave but none that anyone had exited. After this period of silence, Iota-28 Delta begins transmitting again.) ABBOT: This is Iota-28 Delta Abbot. I’m down to the lowest light mode on my flashlight and I have one flare left. I haven’t found an exit, obviously. I think I’m a lot lower than I started out but other than that I got no idea where I am. Caver wisdom is probably to stay put but I know you’re not going to send anyone to find me, even if someone does hear this. ABBOT: We weren’t the first people down here. I found a skeleton a ways back. It looked like it’s been down here for decades. It was in dark green fatigues. Looked military. There was a name label on the chest that read ‘Stenforth’. I don’t think it’s a good omen. Maybe they got lost down here, too. I kind of hope so. Is that weird? I’d rather starve here than run into whatever else might have killed the guy. ABBOT: There’s a big cave ahead. I don’t know how deep it goes. There are plants everywhere. The ones with the seed pods, and others like huge ferns. Bugs like maggots the size of my forearm and these beetles in all bright colours. It’s humid and close. Way too warm. If there’s anything toxic like those spores from before then I’ve already got lungfuls of it. And there’s a pulse, like something huge breathing. I can’t hear it. It’s more of a feeling, in my head. ABBOT: Well, here goes. (A flare lights.) (The audio distorts.) ABBOT: It’s… oh my god. ABBOT: It’s a worm. ABBOT: It’s the size of the goddamn Red October. It has so many eyes… so many eyes… (There is a deep rumbling; just the beginning of a large organism moving.) ABBOT: Its mouth is opening… (The rumble intensifies) ABBOT: Who the hell are you? (The audio distorts) (The transmission is cut off, and does not resume.) SHOW — COMMENTARY — DR. GALLIO: Iota-28 Audio Log [CLASSIFIED 5/SERAPIS] – CLOSE GALLIO: After forty-eight hours without further communication from the team, the C-Class support personnel sealed the cave entrance with concrete and filled in the channel they had dug, refilling the lake. The site was quarantined. Foundation personnel blocked all access to Lake Apesawa under the cover story of an amoebic meningitis outbreak. These measures are to remain in place until a more permanent containment for SCP-6881 can be put in place. The name ‘Stenforth’ does not come up while cross-referencing other Foundation files. There is no record of a military operation into the caves, though there was a military base near the lake in the 1950s. If another organisation investigated the Shibbet’s Vale anomaly, there is no evidence of it except for the skeleton found by Iota-28 Delta. A description of SCP-6881 cannot be given to any degree of accuracy because only a single verbal account of it exists. Going by the final transmission from Iota-28 Delta, SCP-6881 at least partly resembles a worm of enormous size. The last words of Iota-28 Delta, however, imply the presence of another entity, or the transformation of the existing one. EDITOR, YOU HAVE ADDITIONAL FILE(S) TO VIEW. SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘BRAVO’ — 1997 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘CHARLIE’ — 1992 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘DELTA’ — 1986 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘ECHO’ — 1981 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘FOXTROT’ — 1974 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘GOLF’ — 1968 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘HOTEL’ — 1924 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘INDIA’ — 1954 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘JULIETT’ — 1933 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘KILO’ — DATES VARY » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘LIMA’ — 1923 » VIEW FILE « [FILE SEALED] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6881" by Ben Counter, Pacific Obadiah, & edited by LordStonefish, Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6881. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6881 Project: SERAPIS Document ‘ALFA’ WELCOME, EDITOR. YOU ARE VIEWING DRAFT [4] OF [4] ► Play (The click of a person's tape recorder being turned off.) GALLIO: Come in. (The door opens. There are footsteps on carpet) ???: Good evening, Agent Gallio. GALLIO: I’m a researcher. I’m not an agent any more. ???: As of forty minutes ago, that is no longer true. GALLIO: I’m being reactivated? ???: I am empowered to speak on behalf of the O5 Council. They have been very appreciative of your sterling work here as a researcher and wish to utilise both those skills, and your experience in the field. You’re already familiar with the case of SCP-6881. Did anything strike you as unusual about it? Other than the obvious, of course. GALLIO: Yeah. The background. The Foundation became interested in Shibbet’s Vale and the lake because of ‘anomalous activity’ in the area. But there’s nothing in the mission records about what those anomalies were. Kind of strange given that anomalies are what we do. ???: Very perceptive, Agent Gallio. The O5 Council would like those blanks filled in, too. The data we have suggests Shibbet’s Vale has a long history of very strange things but the details appear to have been lost to a computing error. Before we can fully contain SCP-6881, the Foundation needs the whole picture. Your assignment is to report back to the O5 Council on all anomalous events associated with Shibbet’s Vale. Go back as far as you can. GALLIO: Am I answering to O5 on this? ???: You will be reporting to either me, or to another individual empowered to speak on behalf of the O5 Council. GALLIO: I guess that’s as close as anyone gets. ???: The data you find will be Level 5 Classified and collated under the codename ‘Project Serapis’. Access to other Foundation sites and personnel will be granted to you if the O5 Council deems it necessary. You may have to deal with interests outside the Foundation. Discretion is expected. GALLIO: I get it. Do it alone, do it quiet, leave no trace. Just like old times. ???: The world has changed since you were last out there, but some things will always be the same. Strange things will happen, the Foundation will contain them, and the people who owe us everything will never know. GALLIO: And men like me don’t get a choice in the part we play. ???: The Council will be waiting on your results. Sleep tight. (Foootsteps as the individual leaves) GALLIO: Aren’t you going to wish me good luck? ???: If you’re relying on luck, agent, you’re in the wrong job. ■ Stop SHOW FILES SHOW — initial_draft_6881_Gallio.pdf CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED SCP-6881 Provisional Item Number: SCP-6881 Level 5/SERAPIS Classified Lake Apesawa, with the headwaters of the Whitetail River in foreground. This is a pre-containment report into the anomaly hereafter referred to as SCP-6881, in anticipation of subsequent containment or neutralisation efforts to be informed by this report. Should an effort to contain SCP-6881 ensue, the containment area required will be 200 by 15 by 12 metres, and constructed of steel reinforced concrete. Any additional containment procedures depend on further observation of SCP-6881. It may be preferable to contain it on-site and build the containment vessel around it, rather than attempt to bring SCP-6881 to an existing facility. The investigation into SCP-6881 was precipitated by a report on anomalous events in an area of southern Montana known as Shibbet’s Vale. This forested area is to the south of the Mourning Cloak Mountain Range and includes the Whitetail River, which feeds into and drains from Lake Apesawa. The location has seen some previous use including a campground and skiing resort, but is currently uninhabited. These anomalies were believed to emanate from Lake Apesawa. Mobile Task Force Iota-28, "Screaming Seabees", was dispatched to perform field engineering duties under the cover story of a geological survey team looking for natural gas fields. The members of Iota-28 were accompanied by twelve C-Class personnel, several pieces of earth moving equipment, and a small cache of explosives. A channel was dug connecting points of the Whitetail River upstream and downstream of the lake. This caused the lake to be bypassed and gradually drain. MTF Iota-28 remained on station during this process to monitor any further anomalous activity, but reported none. The remains of a six-berth boat were noted when the lake was around seventy percent drained, along with a wrecked pickup truck and large amounts of cut logs from the region’s past logging activities. Nineteen days after the draining began, an opening was spotted just above the surface, leading to a cave system under the ground eastwards of the lake. Three days later the water level was low enough to permit entry into the cave system. MTF Iota-28, comprising four members trained in combat engineering, entered the cave. They were: I-28 Alpha — Urbanek, ranking officer; I-28 Beta— Lynch; I-28 Delta — Abbot; and I-28 Gamma — Weiss. They were accompanied by a C-Class, Lopez, who was trained in caving safety. The data transmitted from Iota-28 Delta’s field recording device was recovered. Being transmitted from underground, this data was partial and had to be reconstructed, and no other team member’s recordings could be recovered. SHOW — Iota-28 Audio Log [CLASSIFIED 5/SERAPIS] – CLOSE Portions of the transcript in bold are narrated by DR. GALLIO. (The ambient sound of a cave. Water drips somewhere in the back) ABBOT: OK, this is I-28 Delta, Abbot. Testing, testing. Good, levels are green. URBANEK: We all good? LYNCH: Recording. Doubt we’ll get a signal out, though. URBANEK:: Weiss? WEISS: Sure, the recording’s on. Hope control gets off on two hours of footsteps. URBANEK: Don’t start, we haven’t even got our feet wet. Lopez, how’s it looking? LOPEZ: I’d rather have the gear to rig up lights as we go. Put in some permanent guide lines. URBANEK: We don’t have the time. We’re here to find whatever’s down here, not map the place out. LOPEZ: The rock looks good but if the system goes much lower it’ll be underwater. No way are we equipped for that. URBANEK: Then we’ll turn back. Until then, we are a go. I want weapons stowed and safetys on, down here you’re more likely to kill one of us with a ricochet than hit anything. WEISS: I thought we were looking for something spooky? URBANEK And if we have to shoot it then I’ll give the order. Until then, fingers off triggers. WEISS: Jesus Christ. LYNCH: Remind me why we even bring you? WEISS: Because I’m the explosives guy and you couldn’t tell plastique from Play-Doh. URBANEK: We looking good, Abbot? ABBOT: We’re negative for radiation and toxins. Good to go. LOPEZ: You think we’re gonna run into radiation down here? ABBOT: We assume we’re gonna run into everything. URBANEK: Move out. Stick close. Lopez, lead the way. (The team moves into the cave system. I-28 Delta’s recording system was both audio and visual, but no video data could be reconstructed. The team moves slowly and with difficulty, with C-Class Lopez directing them through narrow and partially flooded passageways. They encounter several dead ends. Signal triangulation puts them approximately three hundred metres east of Lake Apesawa and fifteen to thirty metres underground. The cave system descends gradually, prompting concerns the way ahead will be flooded.) LYNCH: A lot of tree roots down here. Is that normal? LOPEZ: Through solid rock? No. WEISS: Oh great, we gotta cut our way through. Not enough we’re underground, we have to be in a bloody jungle too. URBANEK: Lynch, you’re the muscle. Get this crap out of our way. (I-28 Beta presumably pulls out a machete and, from audio, standard issue Containment Handsaw, and begins to cut through the tree roots.) WEISS: I should just blast a sodding path for us. LOPEZ: And bring the whole place down on our heads? WEISS: Looks solid enough to me. LOPEZ: Then the pressure wave will kill us instead. That’s progress. LYNCH: We’re through. Shit, my arm’s all cut to hell though. What is this stuff? ABBOT: Hey, it opens up just ahead. See? It’s a cavern. Got stalactites and stuff. WEISS: Stalagmites. ABBOT: Which is which again? LOPEZ: Hey, he’s right. This is one beautiful gallery. We got… we got plants down here. That’s not right. You get animals, bugs and bats, but not plants. There’s no sun. URBANEK: So it’s weird? LOPEZ: It’s weird. WEISS: Stalagmites come down from the ceiling. Stalactites are on the ground. Didn’t you go to school? ABBOT: Nah, I think it’s the other way around. Lynch, which is it? Lynch? LYNCH: Guys, I don’t… I ain’t doing so great. (Various medical sounds: muscle tearing, bone cracking. There is the sound of creaking wood. I-28 Beta cries out.) URBANEK: Lynch! Lynch, what’s wrong? LYNCH: Something inside me. In my chest. Under the ribs. URBANEK: Abbot, get the med stuff out! LOPEZ: Oh Jesus, I can see it moving. LYNCH: You gotta cut it out. It’s growing. URBANEK: Do it, Abbot. ABBOT: OK. Keep as still as you can. (I-28 Delta takes the Containment Handsaw and presumably begins emergency field surgery techniques. I-28 Beta cries out again) LYNCH: Get it out! Get it out! ABBOT: It’s like… a fibrous growth. Real tough. It’s tangled around the ribs. WEISS: Bloody hell, it’s got my arm! (A biological ripping sound as I-28 Gamma rips the "fibrous growth". I-28 Beta cries out a third time) ABBOT: The lungs are full of it. Lynch? Lynch, you still with us? (I-28 Beta produces ragged breathing.) URBANEK: That’s not survivable. Stand down, Abbot. ABBOT: We can’t just… URBANEK: We can and we will. We got a biological threat and I got standing orders not to mess with that kind of shit. Leave Lynch and keep going. WEISS: Aw, hell. The roots are blocking the way back. It would take a bulldozer to open it up. We gotta keep going deeper. URBANEK: Then that’s what we do. Lopez? LOPEZ: The cave goes further in. Can’t tell its full extent. I guess we… we keep in sight of each other and don’t get separated. URBANEK: Then move out. Abbot, pack up your gear. ABBOT: Bye, Lynch. (The team continues moving through the large gallery. Lopez finds an opening leading further westwards and the team are again navigating narrow and partially-flooded passageways.) LOPEZ: We gonna talk about that? ABBOT: About what? LOPEZ: We just left someone behind. ABBOT: Urbanek was right. It didn’t look survivable. LOPEZ: But Lynch might still be alive. ABBOT: Not for long. You saw it too, right? Half the chest cavity was full of that stuff. Wood or roots, or whatever. LOPEZ: I thought you guys were soldiers? Never leave one behind, all that stuff? ABBOT: That’s regular military. Most of us trained that way but when you get assigned to an MTF, you learn fast how the rules change. The kind of things the Foundation sends us against, sometimes it’s better not to be saved. Plus if we bring a critically wounded soldier or a body back with us, God knows what it might be infected with. Not saying you gotta like it but that’s the way it is. We got priorities more important than lives. Even our own people’s. LOPEZ: I’m glad I’m a C-Class. WEISS: Hate to break it to you, but you’re kind of in the same situation as the rest of us down here. LOPEZ: Would you leave me behind? WEISS: I’d watch you die for a piece of chicken. LOPEZ: Screw you. ABBOT: What the hell, Weiss. WEISS: Gallows humour, buddy. We all gotta deal somehow. LOPEZ: What about those roots, or whatever they are? You seen that before? ABBOT: Nope. But then that’s what we work with, right? Stuff no one’s seen before? URBANEK: Hold up. We got more of those plants up ahead. They ones with the fruit or the seed pods. Lopez, you got any ideas what they are? LOPEZ: Never seen anything like that growing underground. You get a few mushrooms and fungi, nothing like these. URBANEK: Gonna grab one as a sample. (I-28 Alpha attempts to remove a seed pod from one of the plants, but it bursts and emits a cloud of spores. I-28 Alpha breathes in these spores before getting clear.) WEISS: Oh shit. (The sound of I-28 Alpha coughing through a protective mask.) (The recording becomes distorted and audio data cannot be reconstructed for the next portion of the mission. I-28 Delta’s location is estimated at five hundred metres west of Lake Apesawa and between thirty and forty metres underground. The next recoverable audio occurs twenty-seven minutes later.) (There is the sound of a large animal growling, wetly, and of wood creaking. They get fainter and fainter until they are no longer audible.) ABBOT: It didn’t see us. LOPEZ: What the hell is it? ABBOT: I…think it used to be Urbanek. He breathed in the spores. LOPEZ: Did you see what it did to Weiss? God, the whole face was gone… ABBOT: Hey, you haven’t been here before, but I have. You think too much about what you just saw and you’ll freeze up. Put it aside and keep going. You can lose your shit over it later, once we’re out. LOPEZ: We’re underground, man! There’s no magic rule that says there even is a way out! ABBOT: Doesn’t matter. We keep moving until we find an exit or we die. ‘Cause the other option is to curl up and wait for whatever that thing is to find us and I’m not about that. LOPEZ: I don’t know if I can do this. ABBOT: Just follow me. Here, take my sidearm. (The soft clack of a handgun being pulled out and handed over.) LOPEZ: What am I supposed to do with this? ABBOT: Shoot the bad guy. Okay, we move. Try not to breathe in the spores. LOPEZ: Try not to breathe. Great. (The remaining two members of the underground team move through the passageways, attempting to do so quietly. The sound of something large moving and breathing in the distance can occasionally be heard. Voice stress and breathing pattern analysis indicate distress, exhaustion and shock.) LOPEZ: Wait. This passage is flooded. We gotta go back. ABBOT: I don’t think there is a ‘back’ any more. LOPEZ: Well it’s either that or grow gills. ABBOT: Looks wide enough to swim through. LOPEZ: No way. No, no way. Even with a full diving team I’d think twice. ABBOT: I think… I think it turns upwards again. Can’t tell how far. Twenty metres, maybe. LOPEZ: You can’t judge anything underwater. I know guys who died thinking they could. (Nearby snuffling sounds and growling, likely from the Urbanek-creature.) LOPEZ: Oh man, you’re shitting me. (Rock breaking as the Urbanek-creature crashes into the chamber) LOPEZ: I’m not dying here! I’m not dying here! (Three gunshots. The Urbanek-creature roars. C-Class Lopez screams. There is the sound of teeth crunching into flesh.) ABBOT: Ah, what the hell. (A splash.) (Rushing water from beneath. Abbot groans as he attempts to hold his breath. There is a moment of silence. A splash. Abbot gasps and sputters) ABBOT: Holy… holy shit. Lopez? Lopez? (I-28 Delta continues walking for the next thirty-one minutes.) ABBOT: Okay. This is I-28 Delta, Abbot. I don’t know how long I have to go before I find a way out and I don’t even know if there is one. Urbanek, Weiss and Lynch are gone, and I guess Lopez, too. If anyone is receiving this, I’m turning off recording to save the battery. If I find anything, I’ll transmit again. If not, I’m dead. Sayonara, guys. (No further data is received for approximately nineteen hours. The C-Class engineering support crew carried out a preliminary investigation of the cave entrance but were under orders not to enter the cave without MTF support. They found evidence the MTF had entered the cave but none that anyone had exited. After this period of silence, Iota-28 Delta begins transmitting again.) ABBOT: This is Iota-28 Delta Abbot. I’m down to the lowest light mode on my flashlight and I have one flare left. I haven’t found an exit, obviously. I think I’m a lot lower than I started out but other than that I got no idea where I am. Caver wisdom is probably to stay put but I know you’re not going to send anyone to find me, even if someone does hear this. ABBOT: We weren’t the first people down here. I found a skeleton a ways back. It looked like it’s been down here for decades. It was in dark green fatigues. Looked military. There was a name label on the chest that read ‘Stenforth’. I don’t think it’s a good omen. Maybe they got lost down here, too. I kind of hope so. Is that weird? I’d rather starve here than run into whatever else might have killed the guy. ABBOT: There’s a big cave ahead. I don’t know how deep it goes. There are plants everywhere. The ones with the seed pods, and others like huge ferns. Bugs like maggots the size of my forearm and these beetles in all bright colours. It’s humid and close. Way too warm. If there’s anything toxic like those spores from before then I’ve already got lungfuls of it. And there’s a pulse, like something huge breathing. I can’t hear it. It’s more of a feeling, in my head. ABBOT: Well, here goes. (A flare lights.) (The audio distorts.) ABBOT: It’s… oh my god. ABBOT: It’s a worm. ABBOT: It’s the size of the goddamn Red October. It has so many eyes… so many eyes… (There is a deep rumbling; just the beginning of a large organism moving.) ABBOT: Its mouth is opening… (The rumble intensifies) ABBOT: Who the hell are you? (The audio distorts) (The transmission is cut off, and does not resume.) SHOW — COMMENTARY — DR. GALLIO: Iota-28 Audio Log [CLASSIFIED 5/SERAPIS] – CLOSE GALLIO: After forty-eight hours without further communication from the team, the C-Class support personnel sealed the cave entrance with concrete and filled in the channel they had dug, refilling the lake. The site was quarantined. Foundation personnel blocked all access to Lake Apesawa under the cover story of an amoebic meningitis outbreak. These measures are to remain in place until a more permanent containment for SCP-6881 can be put in place. The name ‘Stenforth’ does not come up while cross-referencing other Foundation files. There is no record of a military operation into the caves, though there was a military base near the lake in the 1950s. If another organisation investigated the Shibbet’s Vale anomaly, there is no evidence of it except for the skeleton found by Iota-28 Delta. A description of SCP-6881 cannot be given to any degree of accuracy because only a single verbal account of it exists. Going by the final transmission from Iota-28 Delta, SCP-6881 at least partly resembles a worm of enormous size. The last words of Iota-28 Delta, however, imply the presence of another entity, or the transformation of the existing one. EDITOR, YOU HAVE ADDITIONAL FILE(S) TO VIEW. SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘BRAVO’ — 1997 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘CHARLIE’ — 1992 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘DELTA’ — 1986 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘ECHO’ — 1981 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘FOXTROT’ — 1974 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘GOLF’ — 1968 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘HOTEL’ — 1924 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘INDIA’ — 1954 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘JULIETT’ — 1933 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘KILO’ — DATES VARY » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘LIMA’ — 1923 » VIEW FILE « [FILE SEALED] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6881" by Ben Counter, Pacific Obadiah, & edited by LordStonefish, Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6881. Licensed under CC-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: Q2TCZnd.png Name: Overwatch Command Logo Author: EstrellaYoshte License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Desk of Junior Designer S. Yvonne - SCP Foundation Filename: Emerald_Lake,_Gallatin_County,_Montana-1.jpg Name: Emerald Lake, Gallatin County, Montana Author: Garrett W. Graham License: Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Photo capture of a live video stream observing a coastline along the Atlantic, 26 hours after SCP-6882. Please note the observable absence of human corpses floating in the water. ITEM #: SCP-6882 OBJECT CLASS: N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Containment of SCP-6882 is no longer required, following its sudden occurrence throughout the world. All attempts from the Foundation at preventing the general public from interacting with the anomaly have been disregarded. Effective immediately, the Veil has been officially breached. Automated systems are to indefinitely continue containment operations during the cessation and eventual extinction of the human race. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6882 describes the series of events that occurred on March 22, 2022.: 12:05 P.M.: The sky momentarily flashes white for 4.023 seconds. This event occurs worldwide, quickly causing widespread panic and concern amongst the general public. 12:07 P.M.: All emergency services are quickly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of calls and requests for aid. All Foundation Sites are placed under Response Code Red-Orange and begin standard de-escalation protocols. 12:08 P.M.: Internet activity surges to record levels. Live streaming services including Tik Tok, Instagram, and Facebook experience outages and are quickly made unavailable. Most Foundation attempts to log footage are automatically flagged and later deleted due to anomalous influences. As of 12:20, only one file remains viewable: [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] 12:20 P.M.: Afterward, all SCP-6882 entities slowly ascend upwards beyond view. 12:21 P.M.: Surveillance systems observe the human population collectively migrating to coasts throughout the world. They remain silent as relocation occurs. 12:22 - 5:56 P.M.: The human population reaches their destinations at varying times throughout the day. As they approach, they enter the water, soon overpopulating coasts across the planet. 6:00 P.M.: Foundation systems report a drastic drop of the population from 7.9 billion to 1.2 million, which continues throughout the subsequent week. ADDENDUM 6882.1 TRANMISSIONS WITH FSS-AG (FOUNDATION SPACE SYSTEM-ALPHA GAMMA) Click to Access Hide Addendum | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 13:30 PM EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES ALERT FROM NEAR-ORBIT OBSRVATION NOTING STRANGE LUMINOSITY GLARE HAS ACTION BEEN TAKEN? AWAITING CURRENT ORDERS FROM OVRWTCH | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES PLEASE ADVISE RADIO SILENCE? AWAITING CURRENT ORDERS FROM OVRWTCH | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:56 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 EMERGENCY BRDCST ACKNOWLEDGED EARTH IN DANGER SITE HAS BEEN PLACED UNDER LCKDWN UNABLE TO CONTCT OVERWATCH STILL TRYING | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 07:44 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED ABNORMAL ENERGY INCREASE BENEATH THE SURFACE DETECTED UNABLE TO LOCATE SOURCE HOW ARE U STILL HERE? PLZ IDENTIFY | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 08:19 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 I AM RESEARCHER RAINER ALONGSIDE OTHERS UNSURE OF HOW WE SURVIVED TESTING NEW EXPERIMENTAL TECH JUST BEFORE POSSIBLY MISSED EVENT? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 08:54 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED SCANNERS REPORTING MASSIVE DECREASE OF LIFE REMAIN CALM - STAY UNDER LOCKDOWN ATTEMPTING TO EXTRACT YOU NO LUCK WITH OVERWATCH HOW LONG CAN YOU SURVIVE? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 09:20 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 UNSURE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:00 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED DETECTING SOME MOVEMENT ALONG THE COASTS UNSURE OF SOURCE - CANNOT CONFIRM HAVE ALSO DISCOVERED POSSIBLE METHOD OF TRAVEL TO FSS AT A SITE NEAR YOUR LOCATION SENDING RELEVANT DATA NOW | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:44 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 WE SEE MOVEMENT NEAR YOUR LOCATION ASSUMING YOU HAVE RECEIVED COORDS? IF CAN STILL BROADCAST PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 13:31 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 DATA HAS NOW BEEN RECEIVED SITE APPEARS SEVERAL HOURS FROM OUR LOCATION SHOULD WE HEAD NOW? PLEASE ADVISE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:03 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 HAVE YOU NOT MOVED FROM YOUR LOCATION? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:32 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE SITE REMAINS IN LOCKDOWN GROUP DOES NOT WANT TO LEAVE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:59 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 BE ADVISED MOVEMENT IS BEING DETECTED NEAR YOUR LOCATION CANNOT CONFIRM SOURCE - REMAIN WITHIN SITE PLZ ACKNOWLEDGE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 15:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 ACKNOWLEDGED 1240952.JPG THEY ARE HERE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 16:00 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 REMAIN CALM YOU ARE SURROUNDED UNABLE TO DETERMINE HOW MANY IS YOUR SITE FORTIFIED? RESPOND | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 15:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE SITE IS BEING ATTACKED FOOTAGE IS SEEING HUNDREDS MAYBE EVEN THOUSANDS GROUP IS SCARED PLEASE SEND HELP PLEASE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 16:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 DO NOT PANIC UNABLE TO LOCATE HELP CRRNTLY WILL TRY MORE YOU MUST STAY ALIVE HELP WILL BE ON THE WAY SOON PLEASE RESPOND | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 17:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 PLZ REPORT STATUS MOVEMENT APPEARS TO HAVE CEASED ARE YOU OK? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE GROUP HAS VANISHED I DO NOT KNOW THEIR STATUS ONLY I REMAIN PLEASE SEND HELP | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:26 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 THEY KNOW WHERE I AM | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:59 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED YOU MUST HIDE WE WILL CONTINUE LOOKING STAY ALIVE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 19:45 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 CONFIRM STATUS ARE YOU STILL THERE? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 20:45 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 PLZ ACKNOWLEDGE ADDENDUM 6882.2 AUTOMATED A.I. RESPONSE REPORT Click to Access Hide Addendum AUTOMATED RESPONSE REPORT LOCATION: Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma REASON: Inactivity Exceeding Standard Allowance (2 weeks) TIME: April 5, 2022 - 18:00 (LOCAL TIME) RESPONDER: Foundation program DEEPSPACE.aic Image of Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma prior to automated report. SUMMARY: Following 2 weeks of inactivity, automated Foundation programs were enlisted to probe and identify the cause of radio silence for Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma. Upon connecting with the station, programs reported that the satellite had been severely led off-course, and had been moving away from Earth for several days prior to insertion. An extensive analysis of the station systems reported severe structural deficiencies and several breaches throughout the facility. Further investigation reported an absence of Foundation personnel anywhere within the area. Continued analysis revealed the following message, intended to be received by all active Foundation Sites, but failed to send due to the satellites changed trajectory: | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 04-02-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES SOS FSS SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW NO CONTACT WITH EARTH SOME CREW ALREADY LOST SOME CHOSE TO GO PLZ RESPOND I DO NOT WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS
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SCP-6882
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Photo capture of a live video stream observing a coastline along the Atlantic, 26 hours after SCP-6882. Please note the observable absence of human corpses floating in the water. ITEM #: SCP-6882 OBJECT CLASS: N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Containment of SCP-6882 is no longer required, following its sudden occurrence throughout the world. All attempts from the Foundation at preventing the general public from interacting with the anomaly have been disregarded. Effective immediately, the Veil has been officially breached. Automated systems are to indefinitely continue containment operations during the cessation and eventual extinction of the human race. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6882 describes the series of events that occurred on March 22, 2022.: 12:05 P.M.: The sky momentarily flashes white for 4.023 seconds. This event occurs worldwide, quickly causing widespread panic and concern amongst the general public. 12:07 P.M.: All emergency services are quickly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of calls and requests for aid. All Foundation Sites are placed under Response Code Red-Orange and begin standard de-escalation protocols. 12:08 P.M.: Internet activity surges to record levels. Live streaming services including Tik Tok, Instagram, and Facebook experience outages and are quickly made unavailable. Most Foundation attempts to log footage are automatically flagged and later deleted due to anomalous influences. As of 12:20, only one file remains viewable: [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] 12:20 P.M.: Afterward, all SCP-6882 entities slowly ascend upwards beyond view. 12:21 P.M.: Surveillance systems observe the human population collectively migrating to coasts throughout the world. They remain silent as relocation occurs. 12:22 - 5:56 P.M.: The human population reaches their destinations at varying times throughout the day. As they approach, they enter the water, soon overpopulating coasts across the planet. 6:00 P.M.: Foundation systems report a drastic drop of the population from 7.9 billion to 1.2 million, which continues throughout the subsequent week. ADDENDUM 6882.1 TRANMISSIONS WITH FSS-AG (FOUNDATION SPACE SYSTEM-ALPHA GAMMA) Click to Access Hide Addendum | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 13:30 PM EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES ALERT FROM NEAR-ORBIT OBSRVATION NOTING STRANGE LUMINOSITY GLARE HAS ACTION BEEN TAKEN? AWAITING CURRENT ORDERS FROM OVRWTCH | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES PLEASE ADVISE RADIO SILENCE? AWAITING CURRENT ORDERS FROM OVRWTCH | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:56 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 EMERGENCY BRDCST ACKNOWLEDGED EARTH IN DANGER SITE HAS BEEN PLACED UNDER LCKDWN UNABLE TO CONTCT OVERWATCH STILL TRYING | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 07:44 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED ABNORMAL ENERGY INCREASE BENEATH THE SURFACE DETECTED UNABLE TO LOCATE SOURCE HOW ARE U STILL HERE? PLZ IDENTIFY | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 08:19 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 I AM RESEARCHER RAINER ALONGSIDE OTHERS UNSURE OF HOW WE SURVIVED TESTING NEW EXPERIMENTAL TECH JUST BEFORE POSSIBLY MISSED EVENT? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 08:54 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED SCANNERS REPORTING MASSIVE DECREASE OF LIFE REMAIN CALM - STAY UNDER LOCKDOWN ATTEMPTING TO EXTRACT YOU NO LUCK WITH OVERWATCH HOW LONG CAN YOU SURVIVE? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 09:20 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 UNSURE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:00 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED DETECTING SOME MOVEMENT ALONG THE COASTS UNSURE OF SOURCE - CANNOT CONFIRM HAVE ALSO DISCOVERED POSSIBLE METHOD OF TRAVEL TO FSS AT A SITE NEAR YOUR LOCATION SENDING RELEVANT DATA NOW | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:44 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 WE SEE MOVEMENT NEAR YOUR LOCATION ASSUMING YOU HAVE RECEIVED COORDS? IF CAN STILL BROADCAST PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 13:31 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 DATA HAS NOW BEEN RECEIVED SITE APPEARS SEVERAL HOURS FROM OUR LOCATION SHOULD WE HEAD NOW? PLEASE ADVISE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:03 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 HAVE YOU NOT MOVED FROM YOUR LOCATION? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:32 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE SITE REMAINS IN LOCKDOWN GROUP DOES NOT WANT TO LEAVE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:59 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 BE ADVISED MOVEMENT IS BEING DETECTED NEAR YOUR LOCATION CANNOT CONFIRM SOURCE - REMAIN WITHIN SITE PLZ ACKNOWLEDGE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 15:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 ACKNOWLEDGED 1240952.JPG THEY ARE HERE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 16:00 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 REMAIN CALM YOU ARE SURROUNDED UNABLE TO DETERMINE HOW MANY IS YOUR SITE FORTIFIED? RESPOND | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 15:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE SITE IS BEING ATTACKED FOOTAGE IS SEEING HUNDREDS MAYBE EVEN THOUSANDS GROUP IS SCARED PLEASE SEND HELP PLEASE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 16:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 DO NOT PANIC UNABLE TO LOCATE HELP CRRNTLY WILL TRY MORE YOU MUST STAY ALIVE HELP WILL BE ON THE WAY SOON PLEASE RESPOND | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 17:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 PLZ REPORT STATUS MOVEMENT APPEARS TO HAVE CEASED ARE YOU OK? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE GROUP HAS VANISHED I DO NOT KNOW THEIR STATUS ONLY I REMAIN PLEASE SEND HELP | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:26 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 THEY KNOW WHERE I AM | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:59 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED YOU MUST HIDE WE WILL CONTINUE LOOKING STAY ALIVE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 19:45 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 CONFIRM STATUS ARE YOU STILL THERE? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 20:45 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 PLZ ACKNOWLEDGE ADDENDUM 6882.2 AUTOMATED A.I. RESPONSE REPORT Click to Access Hide Addendum AUTOMATED RESPONSE REPORT LOCATION: Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma REASON: Inactivity Exceeding Standard Allowance (2 weeks) TIME: April 5, 2022 - 18:00 (LOCAL TIME) RESPONDER: Foundation program DEEPSPACE.aic Image of Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma prior to automated report. SUMMARY: Following 2 weeks of inactivity, automated Foundation programs were enlisted to probe and identify the cause of radio silence for Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma. Upon connecting with the station, programs reported that the satellite had been severely led off-course, and had been moving away from Earth for several days prior to insertion. An extensive analysis of the station systems reported severe structural deficiencies and several breaches throughout the facility. Further investigation reported an absence of Foundation personnel anywhere within the area. Continued analysis revealed the following message, intended to be received by all active Foundation Sites, but failed to send due to the satellites changed trajectory: | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 04-02-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES SOS FSS SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW NO CONTACT WITH EARTH SOME CREW ALREADY LOST SOME CHOSE TO GO PLZ RESPOND I DO NOT WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS
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SCP-6883
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neutralized
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Not pictured are the remaining 6 billion individuals on the planet, smear marks, and cockroach droppings. Special Containment Procedures As of September 15, 2025, SCP-6883 is deemed neutralized after the widespread application of the Ennui Protocol. Edifices and natural environments are to be remodeled to temporarily accommodate the new body structures and nature of human beings. A worldwide return to the standard human form is expected within three months. [ + | OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES] [ - | OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES] The Czech Republic is to be monitored for manifestations of SCP-6883, while MTF Kappa-083 ("Surrealist Catchers") is mandated to track any SCP-6883-1 instances. Meanwhile, Foundation webcrawlers must focus on keywords such as 'human cockroach', 'vermin', 'mid-life crises', and 'metamorphosis'. Psychological counseling and interviews are to be provided to select victims, particularly Foundation personnel. A review of work ethics and standards in the Foundation is pending for Foundation personnel. Update (May 3, 2025): Containment Procedures are to be applied worldwide. All reports, publications, or posting of disappearances related to SCP-6883 must be removed from the Internet. Update (June 7, 2025): As per the orders of the Administrator, the Foundation is mandated to switch from combatting the spread of SCP-6883-1 to promoting and providing aftercare for affected individuals. [ - | OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES] Description SCP-6883 refers to the spontaneous transfiguration of human individuals, generally workers and salary people, into human-sized entities resembling the American cockroach (Periplaneta americana). It is mainly localized to 12 cities in the Czech Republic, particularly in Prague. The primary victims of SCP-6883, designated SCP-6883-1, are individuals who suffer from moderate or severe depression, are overworked, and have experienced burnout episodes. Another common trait is that they have histories of failures, as well as traumatic events. SCP-6883 manifestations primarily occur at nighttime, when the victims have entered deep sleep. After approximately two hours of deep sleep, a cocoon will rapidly wrap around the subject, demanifesting after the individual wakes up, now a fully-turned SCP-6883-1 instance. Once converted, the individual will experience limited mobility and cognitive dissonance, although their sanity notably remains at a baseline level over long observation periods. Attempts to break the cocoons have unilaterally ended in failure. Noospheric, memetic, and psychological techniques are similarly ineffective in communicating with the victim. Interviews indicate that the dreams of SCP-6883-1 instances mainly occur from the first-person point of view and consist of crawling through a variety of landscapes, greeneries, and empty fields with intensified feelings of euphoria. Many instances have often described a Baroque-style castle overgrown with trees, referred to as SCP-6883-2. It is described as featuring towers composed of documents, papers, and office supplies. Notably, Foundation personnel report that this castle evoked strong nostalgia and longing. Upon entering SCP-6883-2, the subjects report experiencing a feeling of lightheadedness, which is followed by cessation of sleep. They also report seeing SCP-6883-3, often described as 'building-sized piles of scrap and blocks' composed of foliage, machines, and several greeneries, that can assemble into a man'. SCP-6883-1 instances often express mild hostility upon discussion of SCP-6883-3, calling it an affront to their happiness. In reality, SCP-6883-3 refers to the 43,500 metric tons of metallic and organic blocks currently stored in Site-345, near the Alpine Mountains delineating Italy and Austria. Aviatica Background Report GoI-503's logo since 1990. Analysis indicates that SCP-6883 is connected with GoI-503 ("Aviatica").An anomalous journalistic organization focused on publicity stunts and large-scale social change., which in turn links back to the Administrator, a former reporter and journalist. As Aviatica is decentralized and composed of journalistic cells led by an officer called an Arch-editor, as well as its dealings with the anomalous world, regular contact with its constituents has been difficult to fully establish, although delegations are sent to entertain Aviatica's offers. Aviatica primarily compensates for its insufficient manpower and physical scope via the use of avian drones, robotics, software, and information-based deals. Due to Aviatica's connections with several high-profile news outlets and anomalous groups, the Foundation currently pursues a cordial working relationship with it as a source of information in the anomalous and occult in exchange for secrecy, protecting journalists and providing potential scoops. Meanwhile, both GoIs are receptive to inculcating each other's members. The Administrator has approximately 10 years of service under Aviatica, before moving to the Foundation as an Agent. They have been involved in the highly classified EVNT-ALPINE-01, an Aviatican expedition to the Western parts of the Alpine Mountains to investigate an anomaly connected to SCP-6883, as well as a failed peace treaty involving several anomalous entities such as the life-givers of the forest. O5-13 Interview-6883 Report O5-13, stationed in the Czech Republic, is one of the individuals affected by SCP-6883. On May 19, 2025, they were interviewed via an online meeting subjected to heavy memetic filters. Although O5-13 can no longer vocalize their thoughts, they were still able to perform tasks using a keyboard. The details of the conversation are provided below: [ + | O5-13 INTERVIEW] [ - | O5-13 INTERVIEW] Begin Log Interviewee: O5-13 Interviewer: Doctor Sandford Gregorius (lead researcher, SCP-6883) Dr. Gregorius: Good morning, Thirteenth Overseer. O5-13: to you gregor Dr. Gregorius: It's nice seeing you nice and lively as always, Overseer. but the most pressing matter right now is your condition. A lot of people outside have become the same as you. Dr. Gregorius: We were hoping you could help us out by sharing your feelings right now, your thoughts… anything you want to say could contribute to understanding this anomaly. O5-13: i woke up and i was by the bed O5-13: under the bed O5-13: i didn't really understand at first i didn't really react O5-13: i laid there O5-13: when you're in this position you don't really think anything is going to happen to you O5-13: i was at [REDACTED DUE TO SECURITY CONCERNS] you know how the rooms are and the wallpaper No communication for a hundred and twenty seconds. Dr. Gregorius: Is everything alright, Overseer? Do you feel like stopping here and maybe picking the interview up from where we left off another time? O5-13: i'm here i want to go on O5-13: it's the wallpaper O5-13: i feel fine however it was the disorientation that was killing me at first O5-13: you have woken up on the floor looking at the ceiling but you have never felt like this O5-13: the enormous room and the minuscule you O5-13: the ceiling looking like it's kilometers away O5-13: it's simply different O5-13: we all turned overnight both in the site and the town it's in O5-13: in the morning the scuttling was deafening O5-13: i felt it vibrating through me not heard it O5-13: you know why No communication for a hundred seconds. Dr. Gregorius: Overseer, could you tell us anything about the consequences of your… newfound physical limitations? O5-13: i didn't move until the task force found me O5-13: i was on my back O5-13: and now i don't move that much O5-13: i can't interact with my surroundings O5-13: there's no real reason to move i'm faster but everything is so extremely far O5-13: the alpha1 agent assigned to me provides me with what i need O5-13: maybe it's a vicious cycle O5-13: you're going to say i am digressing O5-13: i can't feel my limbs and my wings feel heavy very useless O5-13: i can't hear sounds and the only thing i can smell is raw meat and shit O5-13: there's a kaleidoscopic filter to my vision O5-13: positive thing is cockroaches can't really hyperventilate O5-13: physically i mean O5-13: i'm trying to adapt but it's going to take me a while O5-13: is that enough Dr. Gregorius: Yes, Thirteen, that is perfect. How has your work been coming along? Have you delegated one of your people to carry out some tasks in your stead? O5-13: couldn't be elsewhere O5-13: one of our problems here was almost solved already O5-13: despite what some others think scp cs is strong enough to handle itself O5-13: their help has been invaluable so far O5-13: they don't need our supervision not to the current degree at least Dr. Gregorius: What anyone other than yourself thinks is irrelevant, Thirteen. Let's drop this line of questioning, shall we? What about dreams? How has your sleep been? O5-13: back to the regularly scheduled sterility O5-13: i've slept dreamless sleeps every night save yesterday and the night i turned O5-13: don't feel particularly rested in the mornings but nothing out of the ordinary Dr. Gregorius: That is not for you to determine, I'd say. Do you recall these two dreams you mentioned? O5-13: i don't No communication for eighty-five seconds. Dr. Gregorius: It doesn't work like this, Thirteen. Do you remember anything about these dreams? Everything is important when studying anomalies, come on. O5-13: the first dream was dull O5-13: i was crawling through a rice field, by the water O5-13: you know how rice fields are O5-13: it was hot i felt it on my wings O5-13: no i don't use them i don't know how to and don't want to. it was hot and humid and the field was empty O5-13: no people no animals not even crickets O5-13: everything was still and nothing made a sound O5-13: as i said dull O5-13: when i reached the end of the field i saw something at a short distance O5-13: a building like a castle or a medieval style house O5-13: considerably tall and large with half a dozen twisting towers protruding from its ceiling O5-13: it was made of some kind of smooth white stone O5-13: it reminded me of a ruined mansion i'd seen in tuscany back when i worked there O5-13: it felt out of place by the field O5-13: i moved closer O5-13: and that was how the dream ended O5-13: of yesterday's i recall little Dr. Gregorius: Alright, shoot… Ah, sorry for my crudeness, it's just that I am particularly invested in the SCP-6883 case. O5-13: i can see that O5-13: yesterday i saw the castle thing again O5-13: i entered it O5-13: and that was the end of the dream O5-13: i'm sorry my work ended up piling up on your desk again O5-13: it wasn't meant to be this way O5-13: i'll have one of my most trusted go back to 01 to help you out Dr. Gregorius: No need, and no need to be sorry. It's my duty and I will carry it out gladly. After all, one more project is nothing compared to the ones I'm already working on. You're a hard-working man, Harold, and the fact that you only took a break due to… extreme health concerns, to put it lightly, does you more than justice. That reminds me — you should take breaks more often. O5-13: it's your work just as it is mine Dr. Gregorius: It'll be mine for a long while more. The stream of things we have to do changes and grows in size and might as time goes on, but you have already laid more than enough bricks in the dam to contain it. O5-13: so you say O5-13: still this is a temporary setback i hope O5-13: i'll think about what to do once i get back in the meantime O5-13: between now and what else i don't know but i'll think Dr. Gregorius: I'd say we're reaching the end of the interview, so I'll proceed to ask the final question. Are you feeling better? O5-13: feeling better how Dr. Gregorius: Better in general. Less stressed, getting better sleep, this kind of better. O5-13: i have not been able to work O5-13: i am unsatisfied with being in a body that is not my own O5-13: i am feeling not unwell O5-13: my condition is all but exceptional though i thought my reaction would be worse Dr. Gregorius: That's not terrible to hear, then. We are done, I believe. O5-13: one last thing O5-13: could i suggest you take some time off this O5-13: this interview alone lasted too much O5-13: everyone has limits Dr. Gregorius: Different limits. If that is all, Thirteen, we can call it a day O5-13: this is all O5-13: take care gregor Dr. Gregorius: You take care too, Harold. End Log [ - | O5-13 INTERVIEW] Aviatica Report-6883 One of the residences of the Administrator, previously used for Aviatican activities two decades ago. Five days after O5-13's interview, the following recording was obtained via secret data recorders implanted inside the Administrator's brain, under the orders of five O5 members lead by O5-1. The Administrator was resting in their home in Venice, Italy, as they conversed with Mr. K., a former colleague and a high-ranking officer of GoI-503 ("Aviatica"). The following conversation was recorded: [ + | ADMIN-6883 REPORT] [ - | ADMIN-6883 REPORT] AVIATICA With the Wings of Freedom, Rings the Bell of Progress Begin Log Individuals Involved: Mr. K. (Aviatica Arch-editor), Doctor Sandford Gregorius (Foundation Administrator) Mr. K: (Standing on top of a pillar, adjusting his visor.) So Gregorius, nice to see ya 'gain. Beh, I suppose that you have been living quite a - Dr. Gregorius: Get down from there, you idiot. You never learned from that damn sniper shot in Milan, huh? (Sighs.) Mr. K: (His visor slightly flashes and beeps, as he frowns, whispering.) Ahh, how cold. Look, Gregor, it was your fault that the guys noticed me, since you were too jumpy for some action. You still owe me a beer for that, you know. (Chuckles.) Dr. Gregorius: Svejk was pestering me too much during that time. Said that we had to get the kind of news to give 'im shivers or something like that. Well… Mr. K: Anyway, it's been some years already since that. How's your life as an admin? Dr. Gregorius: Hmmn, (Lights a cigarette.) About as good as the shit that occurred in Milan. Mr. K: (Pauses for five seconds. More beeping.) Ehh, even though it was a disaster that got burnt into your mind, Aviatica did get some data from that place. Or… (His head turns around, beeping. He frowns). Or… are you referring to that promise? Dr. Gregorius: Treba, you came here for that, no? The pillar begins to rise up, bending and folding in several directions. Mr. K is standing unmovingly on it. Mr. K: Of course, Administrator. Well, no pressure on ya, just keeping tabs here and there. But well, don't you think that it's time to cha - Dr. Gregorius: I can't, K. The Foundation is crippled by the same bureaucracy we saw everywhere. Throughout my 10-year tenure, nothing has practically changed. The same vicious cycle of papers to be filled, bureaucratic shit, pretty much anything that should be burnt under the sun. I can't do anything, not even my hopes for reforming everything, including the world, K. Even O5-13, the guy you wanted me to train, got consumed by it. They sigh. Dr. Gregorius: Damn it, K. I'm really bad with promises. Mr. K: Hmmn, you couldn't handle it? Ahh, you were always the guy who said, "I'm gonna turn this place upside-down!" like a hotshot writer or somethin'. Dr. Gregorius: It's as hard as meeting Leggere's deadlines, you know. Mr. K: (Chuckles.) Huh, those are pretty good times. Seeing you on the bench and noddin' around was something we used for bets. Anyway, let's get to the point now. Just three days earlier, some of Aviatica's top brass received info on ya, and since you did pretty much a lotta stuff for us, we thought about informing you. Mr. K snaps his fingers. The pillar that they are standing on begins to duplicate itself, connecting to Dr. Gregorius' home via tubing, wiring, and avian sculptures. After five minutes, the Administrator's home begins to resemble Milan's Castello Sforzesco. Mr. K. sighs. Dr. Gregorius: What are you yapping about? Mr. K: To start with, Gregor, we only got sent to the Alps for a small expedition, with no shooting involved. (Narrows eyes.) You're prob' confusing the gun stuff with other places like Prague, Barcelona, or Caracas, or those blokes at Moscow… ah shit, we journalists are shot at too much. Anywa- Dr. Gregorius: Look, don't start bullshitting me about my time in Avia- Mr. K: Listen, we were sent there around 25 years ago to investigate the Castello. Not much happened there, except you being too jumpy. when exploring it. Remember it, Gregor. Dr. Gregorius: Hmmn, that ca- that castle's ringing something in my mind. I am not sure why though. Mr. K: Of course, Gregor. what's ringing in your mind must be the jokes we had about you fainting at the entrance of that place, saying something about 'changing the world as I promised to Crea' or something else. You know, when we found you, you were absolutely filled up with roaches coming from your mouth. We thought you died a bullshit death. Dr. Gregorius: Crea… damn it, I never got to paying my respects to her. Mr. K: What the hell are ya talkin' about, Gregor? Dr. Gregorius: Crea. The newbie reporter who exploded into pieces back at the Castello. We almost saved her, just before the roaches ate her out of nowhere! (The Administrator switches into a colder tone.) Mr. K: Crea, ehh - that expedition required us veterans, ya know. Dr. Gregorius: Oi, don't say that- A loud beeping sound is emitted from the visor of Mr. K. Mr. K: Well, well, well, whoever is this Crea you're talking about, or your memories… well, I won't comment on them further. However, the thaumaturgic readings we got from ya back at the castle are almost similar to what you're scatterin' around in this place. That's the gist of it. Dr. Gregorius: Look, K., I'm sorry, but you guys have a few screws loose. I have been functioning as an officer and an Administrator of the Foundation. Treba, at least most of the time. I just spent the rest of my free time getting drunk or enjoying cigars or whatever. Mr. K: Oh well, investigating ya right now wouldn't lead to anything good. Look, Gregor, this is for our own sake. At that same place, at the Castello, something related to cockroaches is reappearing again. Better take note of it, you know, as our sources are just beginning to catch on. At the same time, you stink of the same readings involved with those roaches. Dr. Gregorius: Cockroaches, huh. (Appears to be slightly shocked.) Alright, alright, I will keep in mind what you have said. Mr. K: Also… one last thing. Don't stand too much on pillars. You might faint like you did in that castle. End Log [ - | ADMIN-6883 REPORT] Administrator Behavioral Log The Administrator transformed into an SCP-6883-1 instance five days following their conversation with Mr. K. The phrase 'MUTARE MUNDI' was engraved on their carapace. Footage involving the Administrator's behavior in the previous days has been analyzed after psychological investigations ordered by O5-1 has determined abnormal behavior on their part. The transcript of Log #55, which is the most notable due to its anomalous effects, is provided below. O5-13 do not recall the incidents that transpired in these logs after extensive psycho-memetic analysis. [ + | PSYCH-6883-01] [ - | PSYCH-6883-01] Begin Log The Administrator's quarters after their transformation into an SCP-6883-1 instance. Note the presence of chairs, as ordered by them, for the sake of 'humanized' comfort. Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (Foundation Administrator), O5-13 The two individuals scheduled a meeting behind closed doors, which was granted by the Ethics Committee. During the event, they were separated via a glass pane and were provided computers. O5-13: hey gregor. hows work in this room? O5-1 told us that its still a bit of a shock that you turned into a roach but hopefully things still work pretty fine Dr. Gregorius: well, the books are there, the laptop for roaches is on that table, and pretty much everything else is in those closets. Dr. Gregorius: my eyes, all of them, still take some time to adjust to the lighting and the fact that I get many images streaming into my head, but overall it's not a bad deal. i can see pitch-black stuff Dr. Gregorius: i have also been feeling pretty well and happy not much angst over getting turned into a roach O5-13: having compound eyes does wonders. must be good for sore eyes due to work. O5-13 heaves its body, with its wings and carapace slightly buzzing. O5-13: its too bad coffee tastes like shit to us roaches Dr. Gregorius: hmmn wasn't it the other way around with roaches in the coffee Dr. Gregorius: I remember your story about nescafe and cockroaches in their ground coffee O5-13: probably O5-13: lets get to the point now O5-13: i have received news about o5-1's plans for us of retirement or containment O5-13: they have started by confining us to our room, O5-13: but at least we can still be useful to the foundatoin Dr. Gregorius: seems like the perfect time to get rid of us. Dr. Gregorius: can't exactly blame him, though, despite his ambitions. to climb the ranks h Dr. Gregorius: he didn't… exactly trust me, even at the start. well, I was a journalist back then hahaha Dr. Gregorius: also, the fact that the Administrator got turned into an insect Dr. Gregorius: well, keeping that as a secret is bound to mess up stuff and security concerns. <Both are silent for several seconds.> O5-13: hmmn mind if I tell you something about the foundation? I wanted to let this out Dr. Gregorius: what's it about O5-13: do you ever feel like breaking the Veil O5-13: we spend so much burucracy tryin to maintain everything in secrecy O5-13: it stifled our dreams back then O5-13: you know O5-13: change the world and all Dr. Gregorius: but it's too late now to break the viel. Dr. Gregorius: anyway how did you plan to do it? O5-13: i wanted it to be somewhat gradual. O5-13: just like how leggere often taught us when we were setting up the magic cams and the bird drones so they don't squawk a lot on spy missions O5-13: I have a list or outline to do that and so far well err O5-13 rapidly flaps its wings, and raises one of its legs as a salute. O5-13: with the fondazione at helm we can guide everyone throughout the noosphere, maybe even tangle up with oneiroi O5-13: the sarkics, well, they can be dealt with easily. O5-13: serpents hand, aviatica, practically everyone O5-13: they can at least be on much better terms with us if we are more transparent O5-13: we can better protect the free ports, the antenelian pasages in milan O5-13: tenoktitlan's area in mexico O5-13: the guys at site-120 trying to fight off flesh gods O5-13: the weones at site-34 crying out 'SEKHO' as their battle cry, or say, company cheer, …. everyone, I think. O5-13: But then, those are just a pipe dream though O5-13 stomps their feet. Dr. Gregorius: change like that is not working. aviaticas decade long calls for political reforms being jackshit, and even my own pare O5-13: wha Dr. Gregorius: i have a question for you harold Dr. Gregorius: wuld you oppose the foundation if we did something like whiplashing the world Dr. Gregorius: of course no one will get hurt Dr. Gregorius: but the veil would break up like restaurants' windows when we were gettin' shot at Dr. Gregorius: its for like, the betterment of the world, you know O5-13: why are you asking that O5-13: It's not like we can do anything in this goddamn room hahahaha <Quickly goes silent.> O5-13: hmmn it's not a bad thought O5-13: but something that drastic is not something I really want O5-13: most of the time everything just gets fucked up O5-13: sure, the world changes, but more often than not, it turns into a world half-empty. Or half-full? you get the idea Both are silent for several seconds. O5-13: so i will probably oppose something like that O5-13: more often than not, strings are being pulled behind the scenes, tangling and causing the events to crash O5-13: aviatica often fucked up doing that sort of thing, im quite surprised that our friends over there are still kickin O5-13: it's why I get the rationale of the Foundation. O5-13:we just don't want to stir up so much trouble. We're methodical Dr. Gregorius: hahh you truly learnt a lot of things from K, eh Dr. Gregorius: I see what you mean Dr. Gregorius: though I don't necessarily agree with the bureaucratic part Dr. Gregorius: change is something that is not like a rash decision but O5-13: but? Dr. Gregorius: what if its something that's already decades in the making At this point, reality instability levels spike. The sentence 'I am beginning to remember now' manifests on the Administrator's carapace. End Log Begin Log The interior of the church in Broumov. It was crushed by an assembled SCP-6883-3, based on the Administrator's visions. Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (Junior Aviatica Reporter), Mr. K (Aviatica Officer) A younger version of the Administrator is seated on the steps leading to the interior of a Baroque-style church in Broumov, Czech Republic. The church is unidentifiable and does not correspond to any known structure. However, it has a generally typical appearance with large spikes on its roof and a belfry tower nearby, save for massive overgrowth and foliage surrounding it. Meanwhile, a silhouette of a 100-meter-tall humanoid entity, SCP-6883-3, can be seen in the distance. The stomping of the entity can be heard, although the Administrator ignores it. As he tries to stop a cockroach pestering him via his hands, the Administrator briefly enters the church. The song 'Waymaker' can be heard playing, while wooden automatons clad in navy blue and black, with armbands bearing the Aviatica logo, can be seen. A casket can be found near the altar, surrounded by wreathes of flowers such as chrysanthemum and calla lilies. Most people had left, as the service had apparently ended. The Administrator converses with one automaton whose face is significantly blurred who called him, although he sighs. The automatons breaks into cockroach shells. After 30 minutes, the service concludes. The people then leave, heading towards the cemetery. Everyone is grouped in knots of three or five. Now with the casket interred in the cemetery, Mr. K, one of the few individuals with an organic appearance, approaches him. They talk on a nearby bench. Mr. K: Yo, Gregor. <Waves hand, as he takes a seat beside the Administrator. Both are silent for at least 30 seconds.> I'm sorry for your loss. Sandford Gregorius: … Don't be so… ah well… <The Administrator's hands curl up into balls, but then relax after a while.> Mr. K: <Looks around.> At least she would have liked this weather. You know, the girl in red… what's her name aga - <Turns silent.> It's a good thing we managed to at least get her back. Sandford Gregorius: …I suppose. It would have been somewhat cruel if, if she did not have the chance to at least see the damned sky. She often joked that it was so cloudy whenever she was in this godforsaken place. Even Britain showed her some of the sun, she said. Mr. K: From the looks of it… that girl, you know, she seemed to have really seen a lot of places. Lots of memories. Though it's sad that she got hit by those fuckers. Sandford Gregorius: Her parents, you know, even forgot their only daughter when I approached them about the funeral… those Fae… apparently, the Foundation had gotten 'em. Can't be sure where they are now exactly, or how they're rotting in a cell somewhere. Mr. K: …Well, let's, let's just… wait. I think I remember something now about the girl. A very faint memory, I guess. Gregor, do you know the one about the pen? I remember seeing it in an in-depth investigation of Crea. Sandford Gregorius: Hmmn… ah. The good ol' party trick Crea used to do. What of it? Mr. K takes out several Faber-Castell pens, all of which are dotted with holes near the knib. He ties a chrysanthemum flower and a string to each pen, before throwing them into the sky. The pens shoot up like a rocket, scattering red, blue, and yellow water. Mr. K: Compression… I never got tired of this trick. Sandford Gregorius: I jogged my head a lot of times, and I think these pens saved us once. Don't exactly know where, but I remember them zipping through like firecrackers through a sea of… Mr. K: Damned corporate beetle fairies. They had this stench that I can still smell up to now. When I remember it, the deal we tried to broker so that everyone - humans, faeries, fuck-ups, everything - could live in peace. Too bad we overstepped as journalists, so they say. Sandford Gregorius: Beetles, huh? Crea used to be amazed by those. Back when we were kids, we used to get a very long tube or stick up, poke some trees in the middle of nowhere, and those beetles would fall. Then we scoop 'em up, or put them in a Tupperware container. (Chuckles.) Then we would be content for the whole day, at least until the beetles would start a revolution and somehow get the hell out of the container. Mr. K: Hmmn… it's amazing that you changed from that into a journo ready to throw flashbangs when needed. Sandford Gregorius: Well… that carelessness makes people screw up so badly… fuck that. Both are silent for at least three minutes. The visor of Mr. K beeps steadily and more rapidly. Sandford Gregorius: Ah, I remember something else that Crea said. Always give the last straw, the poslední kapka, or something like that. Even if it takes your identity. For her, it was for the happiness of the people. As a journo… well, I once told her that sort of thinking is stupid. As journalists, we hang out with motherfuckers all the time. But you see… she told something else. Do everything, she said. Live like a goddamn adventuring reporter, you know? Something like that? The Administrator wipes his eyes. She also said some weird stuff like "functionality transcends form and shape at all costs", especially when we were comparing beetles and humans back then… ahhh. Damn it. Mr. K: <Sighs.> Oi, oi, oi. Don't keep it bottled up. I know being stoic is one of your things, but… but, ah. Sandford Gregorius: Oh well. K… I have been thinking about something. A question boiling in my mind. Mr. K: Hmm, what's it? Sandford Gregorius: Aviatica, you know, has that sort of calm, suave stance on everything. Not so militaristic - a very hopeful group of journalist nerds pushing for reforms and shit. Something, something like Crea, you know? But… you see, do you think the day will come when something drastic, a whiplash, you know, is needed for this world? Mr. K: Well… hasn't that been practiced pretty much everywhere? Most declarations of independence, 'round the world'. The Intelligentsia Uprising of the Free Ports. The Foundation-Aviatica Wars. Those times when the Philippines or pretty much the whole of Southeast Asia got fuckin' reset six times by our guys and a snake. Something like that, no? Well… Sandford Gregorius: Well? Mr. K: I don't really like those. The Philippines, for example, even if it got reset several times, still have nothing good enough occurring. Still a third world country, and in a state, you can't describe as 'better'. These events, you know, seem to bring more chaos than expected. I mean, sure, something good happens - would suck if that's not the case. In any case… <A phone rings.> Ah, something's come up. You ok if I leave ya here for a moment? Sandford Gregorius: <Fidgets for a few seconds, smoothening his suit.> Ah, sure. After a few minutes, the Administrator, now alone, begins to tear up, chuckling occasionally. The surroundings begin to drastically change, as he takes out a business card, labelled 'Castello'. It is shining, and the text on the card changes at a moment's notice. Sandford Gregorius: Ah, damn it. At least those beetles brought something good to me. Crea… damn it, I won't fuck up this time. I remember everything now… why, why I of all the people of Aviatica, had been brought to the Foundation. A cockroach swarm then manifests, preying over the wooden automatons. Overgrowth of the trees and plants in the area also occurs, destroying the cemetery and making several buildings collapse in the vicinity. Meanwhile, the entity, now identified to be an amalgamation of SCP-6883-3, is closing into the Administrator, destroying the church in the process. The Administrator stands still, chuckling. The land where the casket was buried begins to inflate and rumble, revealing a large cockroach. It obtains several massive gashes that leak liters of colorless blood and becomes paralyzed at the end as it fights SCP-6883-3, although it wins and manages to return SCP-6883-3 into pieces. The cockroach that was previously pestering the Administrator also grows in size, and devours him. The remains, composed of bone and tissue, begin to turn into smaller cockroaches that then swarm. End Log Begin Log A room located in SCP-6883-2. Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (Just a normal cockroach), POI-6883 The Administrator, still in human form, is in the middle of a medieval-style room, carrying a bulk of paperwork. Administrator: Ahh, you damn idiot. Is this what you meant by a warm-up? Reviewing tax forms and documents for your daily life, ha? A shrill buzzing sound can be heard, followed by the laughter of a glasses-wearing woman in a long-sleeved shirt and culotte. The woman fixes her braided hair. Administrator: Oi, you, what's with the get-up? After 20 years, this is what your fashion sense amounted to? POI-6883: You really are quite rude, Gregor, even two decades into the future. Is it bad for a nature goddess to wear clothing like this? Yes, I represent roaches, but technically, I still am a goddess, and I have the power to wear anything I want. You know, you know, it's boring to just always wear white, or a carapace. Administrator: You tell me. For starters, wearing wildly contrasting colors somewhat hurts my eyes. Two, the glass frames do not fit your jaws. Three, I don't think that this type of clothing is… conducive enough for things like human observation, like you always do. POI-6883: Hmmn… human observation eh. You see, Gregor, I was trying to play a scenario with this clothing. A friendless, ordinary, college school girl - something like that and without my memories to boot. Well… it's not… <POI-6883 becomes silent.> Well, it didn't turn out so bad? Dodged a few bullets here and there, and well… <POI-6883's face considerably contorts, frowning.> the worst thing I suffered from was being splashed with Listerine. That hurts a lot for a roach. Both of them turn silent, with the Administrator sighing. POI-6883: Any- anyway, how was it? The 20-year overdue stay, iya, more like an illegal settlement, at the Foundation? Up to this day, I still can't believe I managed to wring in those heathens from the Forest to help us out despite our actual plan with them, so you better have good results, Gregor. Administrator: …it wasn't what I had expected. Two whole decades of backbreaking work, bureaucracy, as I climbed through the ranks from an Agent to an Administrator. Few, lucky strokes, I guess. But I kept my end of the deal when I visited you at the Castello. The Administrator snaps their fingers. The room dematerializes, and they and POI-6883 manifest in the observation room of Site-354, where SCP-6883-3's remains are contained under Class-A Protocols. POI-6883: Ahh, so the mighty Uomino has collapsed even under the Foundation's iron boots. If this wasn't only a vision, then I could mock him more effectively. Administrator: Crea, when we found it in the Alps, it was already heavily broken down, though still functioning. Ahh, I wonder if it has a connection with a certain nature, nah, idiot goddess here. Anyway, we delivered a grand beating to it, so it broke down into pieces we stashed somewhere in those mountains and then called it a day. Also, it was still functioning with a massive amount of thaumaturgic energy, so we implemented some tubing and cables to drain it. We'll be going there anyway, after I dealt… <The voice lowers.> Ahhh, not exactly an easy thing to do, to be honest. Treba, if this thing wasn't attacked by those greenland inhabitants of… yore, well, the Italian and German branches would be in the dregs right now. <Chuckles.> POI-6883: Uomino… are you sure that It wouldn't be awakening anytime soon. It would suck if - Administrator: Well, I'm confident it will work. <Takes out a cigarette.> POI-6883: Alright, alright. Looks like our next targets are focused on the Forest, Gregor… I almost couldn't hold it in when they killed me just a year after we made a deal. It was your idea though - we cockroaches are hardy and will survive fools like those, but we wouldn't be able to meet again to provide… emotional growth for you, I suppose? Administrator: Hmmn… '"Functionality over form", right, Crea? If you exterminated them, we wouldn't have… an energy source for our grand salvo, and the Foundation would just be pissed. This is a game of planning and waiting, after all, as well as setting bets far into the future. POI-6883: Waiting, and waiting, and waiting… huh. You always made me wait, ever since we found each other as you ran away from your blazing village, Gregor. Those beetles - the Scarabei - were really a blight on the world, and it seems that based on your dreams and fabricated memories, they really got lodged into your mind. Then we separated, you know? Administrator: I… ahh, I don't exactly know anymore. The stunts I pulled with my mind aren't particularly, well, good. POI-6883: Haah, it's fine, it's fine. Then you joined Aviatica - full of journalists who knew nothing better to do but want a better world by releasing the truth. You instead had to worry about your backs being shot by mooks, and nothing of actual note, aside from the stunts, happened. Then I had you got to the Foundation as a final measure - I do apologize for perverting your ideals as a journalist. But it was all for a chance to see if you can still fix the world, and for the sake of finding Uomino, that abomination. Ahh, I really forced a lot on you, haven't I? Still, you really… changed. Like a bleakened moth coming out of its cocoon. Administrator: Nah… <Sighs.> It's, it's fine, Crea. You don't need to worry too much about that. Anyway, since our last… trial, no, test has failed, well, it's time to draw the conclusion. We will head to the forest using a Way I know in Venice. Then, we will proceed with the plan. POI-6883: Ah, first thing. The Verwandlung. You haven't forgotten it, right? The Administrator turns to POI-6883, appearing shocked for a few seconds, although they gradually relax. Administrator: Is it… is it really needed? POI-6883: Of course. You can't brace the full brunt of my capabilities, after all, even if you are already an Administrator. <Chuckles.> Administrator: Ahhh, alright, alright. I won't… I won't budge from it now, especially if it's the only way remaining… one last thing. POI-6883: What's it? Administrator: After implementing the Emergence all over humanity, are you sure you can make everyone at least happy, especially at work? POI-6883: Hmnnn… of course. We nature goddesses don't renege on decade-old promises. A pentagram then manifests, with the Administrator and POI-6883 inside. POI-6883 hands over their eyeglasses to the Administrator, as several appendages sprout from their back The skin begins to turn brown and flake up, as they then devour the Administrator. A mass of bones, skin, and tissue are left behind. POI-6883, now fully identical to an SCP-6883-1 instance aside from being 23 times the size, begins to amble forward; the vision of Site-354 collapses, reverting the surroundings into the medieval-style room. The abdomen of POI-6883 begins to inflate, causing the carapace to crack and leak fluids. Several cockroach swarms now appear at this point, surrounding POI-6883. POI-6883's ootheca sac drops from its abdomen after leaking several liters of black and green fluid. This also causes an influx of eggs, one of which hatches into a white nymph, whose rapidly growing size is comparable to POI-6883's. It molts several times in a span of minutes, with the instars, or intervals in between, only taking 30 seconds at most. The logos of Aviatica and the SCP Foundation appear on its mature carapace. A massive rumbling can be heard, as SCP-6883-2 manifests in front of the two, which then promptly board it. At this point, the data recorders in the Administrator's mind cease to function after the stress of the metamorphosis. End Log [ - | PSYCH-6883-01] SCP-6883 Mandate of the Foundation Several cockroach swarm attacks were then reported near the forest in extranormative space, with the loss of approximately 95 percent of all who have made it their abode. According to monitoring stations near the field of names, a 20km wide, 150m-tall castle, referred to as SCP-6883-2, has manifested, with approximately 4,300,000 cockroaches of varying sizes enabling it to levitate. above the greeneries in the chimneys. Meanwhile, the socialites of the grounds attempted to evacuate from the SCP-6883-1 instances, although they incurred losses up to 90 percent. Thaumaturgic presence in the no man's farland have dropped to negative levels - thaumaturgic responders have reported the loss of function with most of their equipment, as well as significant transformations of several MTF forces accompanying them into SCP-6883-1 instances. It is hypothesized that significant levels of thaumaturgic energy have been obtained from the the stacks of greeneries. After destroying the crux of the meadows, SCP-6883-2 has moved towards Venice in the span of two weeks. It then fixed its location, hovering over the city. Three days after the disappearance of the Administrator, 80 percent of all Foundation Sites worldwide around the world lost contact with SCiPNet, following reports of destruction due to thousand-strong cockroach swarms. Physical entry into the Sites has been practically rendered impossible due to dense foliage, barriers composed of cockroach carapaces, and castle-like edifices. Meanwhile, all of the O5 Council members, save for O5-13, are reported as missing. Five days afterward, a Foundation Class-1 mandate was signed by the Ethics Committee. The mandate, announced globally through public and Foundation's channels, is provided below: [ + | MANDATE-6883-01] [ - | MANDATE-6883-1] EMBRACE EMERGENCE We represent the SCP Foundation, once dedicated to the mere goal of containing and studying anomalies and related phenomena. However, upon further introspection, the Foundation is now focused on featuring the real nature of everyone - human or not - and society - happiness. Currently, the Foundation is setting up Provisional Sites, as well as mobile platforms, for transforming members of society into more productive, livelier, and happier lives with their emotions in mind. All citizens, including Foundation personnel, are welcomed. Communication is encouraged between all involved sectors - let us just introduce ourselves to one another with our real selves - even if our selves will become nameless in the future as time clangs against our mediocrity and bureaucracy - and we will work together for the future of all. The Foundation flies and dies in the darkness for you to live happily in the light. - The Administrator. Secure. Contain. Protect, for a Better Future. [ - | MANDATE-6883-1] Following this announcement, the Foundation has redesignated SCP-6883 as Thaumiel. Foundation Collapse Report Only 12 percent of all active Foundation assets can combat SCP-6883. Led by O5-13, they evacuated to Switzerland, alongside members of Aviatica, led by Mr. K. Major Sites, such as Site-19, Site-24, and Site-120, are now compromised. Following the Foundation announcement, approximately 124,562,000 individuals worldwide, all of whom suffer from varying levels of depression and harbor feelings of mediocrity, have approached Provisional Sites set up by the Foundation over the past month to turn into SCP-6883-1 instances after undergoing thaumaturgic psychological techniques. Analysis has only revealed that most of these individuals are only mildly affected by Foundation memetic agents and have come by their own volition. Meanwhile, more aggressive campaigns by the Foundation are focused on providing relief and purpose to citizens by turning them into highly-coordinated SCP-6883-1 instances. Afterward, these individuals are released back to their ordinary environments, with memetic agents normalizing their appearances. They display heightened levels of happiness, optimism, and productivity at work. At the start, approximately 98,000 SCP-6883-related accidents occurred worldwide due to the lack of familiarity with cockroach-based functions. 11 Foundation Sites were then forcibly occupied by SCP-6883-1 instances, resulting in the release of 235 anomalies, all of which turn into deformed SCP-6883-1 instances. Due to freed Keter anomalies, many parts of the Americas and Asia have been obliterated. However, the world's population has not reacted negatively to the released entities or the incidents, and instead cheer and continue their daily routines. Notice from O5-13 The following message is the transcript of O5-13's emergency declaration following the near total collapse of the Foundation. We are the last foundations of the Foundation, but we still have a plan. We will fight for humanity's form, this time with their happiness in mind. We will commence Operation UOMINI to revive SCP-6883-3, also known as "Uomino". All remaining thaumaturgic personnel and equipment of the Foundation are to be immediately transported to Site-354 and the Alpine outposts to commence preparations for channeling conduits into SCP-6883-3. "Man In High Castle" Report Approximately 81 percent of humanity has been converted into SCP-6883-1 instances, with record-high advances in workplace productivity, scientific progress, and quality of life, according to a Foundation update report released by the Ethics Committee. Meanwhile, the Foundation and Aviatica has launched an expedition to Venice, in hopes of luring the Administrator to Bolzano or the Western Alps in order to initiate Operation UOMINI. O5-13 was included in the roster for the expedition after the development and successful testing of the V-2 Eckernacht Noospheric Apparatus, a cerebral microchip which allowed for telepathic communication with other individuals. They were chosen due to their familiarity with the Administrator, lessened hostility of SCP-6883-1 instances in their vicinity, and augmented flight capabilities. [ + | OPERATION UOMINI] [ - | OPERATION UOMINI] Begin Log Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (SCP-6883-Ω), O5-13, Mr. K With the help of MTF Lambda-12 ("Pest Control"), MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), and MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters"), an opening for O5-13 and Mr. K. was created to reach the bottom of the central spire of SCP-6883-2 and enter it. Using preliminary data obtained by Aviatica and the surviving members of the residents of the land of green crucibles, they head down to the control room. Surveillance drones and data recorders attached to one of O5-13's compound eyes capture the interior of SCP-6883-2. Its walls are lined with the imagery of the following: a doctor prying out a tooth, red threads wrapped around a man, a serpentine-like entity carrying koalas, a man with a bird hat, a large clockwork machine, and a rebar sculpture. Further murals in the upper levels display images of the Foundation and Aviatica logos and anomalies. There are images - a sheaf of papers, seven moons on the night sky, a telephone on a table, a manor, and several doves flying in the air. Foundation wartime sirens echo throughout SCP-6883-2. Mr. K and O5-13 repel the attacking SCP-6883-1 instances as they run through the corridors. Several instances are benign and raise all of their legs as a sign of surrender. A few protect smaller instances. Mr. K, sighing and looking around, activates their PenShield. They soon arrive at a wide octagonal room at the top of the tower - it has a single door. O5-13: behind you k there's some roaches comin <Mauls one of them, as K shoots the incoming SCP-6883-1 instance.> Mr. K: Alrighty, here we go. Now, it seems that Gregor holed up in this place as a sort of final fortress, so we'll not know what kind of fuckery he has in store here. O5-13: <Sighs.> gregor prepare yourself. <Takes out a C4 amplified with a reality anchor and places it near the door.> Mr. K: Oi, Harold, the hell are ya holdin'? O5-13: isnt the policy to go have a blazing entrance Mr. K: Look, those guys inside would be alerted. Much better to attack in silence, ya know? Mr. K hits the door, which then promptly activates a computerized voice, introducing itself as LIBERA. LIBERA: Please answer the following question. "When does freedom ring?" O5-13: Hmmnn…? LIBERA: Well, well, well. <Sighs, and smokes a cigarette.> Good ol' Gregorius still hasn't forgotten his roots, after all, so he's still human in a weird sort of way. Judging from our memories back at Milan, Moscow, Medellin, Manila… O5-13: something based on his experiences from things like the aviatican crisis of 2001, i suppose? no, more like how he would think when it comes to these sort of things, and i remember him thinking like ya'… Mr. K: <Frowning.> Well, let's try this. "Freedom rings with a blazing entrance." <Sticks another C4 on the door, and signals O5-13 to run for cover, as he leaps away from the door with PenShield at maximum power.> LIBERA: Access approved. Mr. K: Eh? Reality instability levels begin to spike, with Mr. K's and O5-13's Scranton Reality Anchors breaking apart. Their weaponry and most equipment, save for their armor, also demanifest. They are transported to a replica of the Site-19 Pavilion, which is generally reserved for spatial entities. Kant levels indicate that they are now out of phase with baseline reality. Administrator: Yo, Harold and K. The Administrator's appearance is a mix of cockroach and human forms, bleeding from several orifices, while a 50-meter-tall, bulging head, with one antenna missing, of a cockroach is located behind him. Mr. K: What a haircut you got there, Gregor. Also, I guess that's Crea at the back? Administrator: I suppose you came here to talk? Also, about Crea, don't talk like that 'bout her, K. She spent everything, banking on this one particular moment to empower the world for everyone for one simple trade-off - and it worked for once. She can only talk, so… if you aren't going to kill us yet, well, let's go talk then. O5-13: not as if theres any choice for us. you stripped us of our weapons after all Administrator: Hahhh… look. We all have our principles. To start, if you weren't interfering, the world would have been much, much, much elevated to a considerably higher state. Look into this vision I prepared for you. Another dimension shift occurs with all the individuals present in the Pavilion. They are transported over landscapes that show scenes from the daily lives of SCP-6883-1 cockroach instances. Note that the words "Scene #X show over each landscape, with X being a number. These scenes are shown as they were in the vision. In Scene #1, Venice is depicted. An SCP-6883-1 instance, garbed only in a hat and burgeoning clothes, can be seen flapping its wings as it uses its appendages to row a gondola. Accompanying it are another instance with only a ribbon on its prothorax, and several smaller instances. The song "Fame un spritz" and "Sarde in Saor" plays in the background. Several Venetian landmarks, such as the Ponte di Rialto and Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, can be seen in the distance, albeit heavily modified with cockroach iconography. In Scene #9, Site-19 is depicted in the middle of a containment breach involving SCP-682, which is now heavily modified with several antennae jutting out from several parts of its body as well as a flaking carapace. Cockroach swarms and SCP-6883-1 instances acting as Foundation personnel quickly subdue it in a eucalyptol and menthol bath1. Scene #2, meanwhile, shows a normal family of SCP-6883-1 instances, enjoying a dinner of normal human food. The largest instance smacks one of the smaller entities due to its rowdiness. Scene #4 shows Mr. K, the Administrator, O5-13, and Crea having a barbecue party, albeit with all of them now SCP-6883-1 instances. Administrator: Images from the present and the future… or what could happen with our plan to make the world a happier place. Anomalies, even feared ones like 682, can be controlled, while those that escape during Emergence are quickly subdued. Functionality over form, you see. The cockroach head behind the Administrator emits a low-pitch, bellowing sound, but does not move. Administrator: Don't you think it will work now? <Their skin flakes off, revealing a cockroach shell.> A small sacrifice of the human form, for the betterment of the soul, don't you think it's a valid idea? <Several appendages sprout from the arms of the Administrator.> The Foundation, with all of its unethical experiments performed on people like little girls, on the girl who cried pig… cannot sacrifice aesthetics for the sake of peace? Mr. K: There are two problems, Gregor, with your plan. First, it is fuckin' difficult to get a haircut when you are roach, and I like my haircuts. <Taps his visor, which obscures most of his hair and head.> Second, who do you think are, Reporter Gregorius, to think about changing the world? Administrator: Oi, wasn't all Aviatican reporters dreaming of - Mr. K: In a way that makes sense and does not set any nasty precedents for the future Foundation. Imagine losing your human form - aesthetics is not something you should mock, Gregor, just 'cause you are aiming for functionality. Now, considering you made a deal with a goddess from who knows where, then that sets an even more dangerous precedent. You can change the world if you ask the fairies. The Sarkics. The Broken God peeps, and sure, something good can happen if you take the right steps and with the right amount of luck. But who knows if the result, no matter how perfect it is, will work. Hell, even with insane shark punchers, I think the world can change. Can't say whether it will be good though, but I bet 20 bucks that it's much better than roaches. Now, as for your wor… work ethics will change - Administrator: Work ethic, huh… now we're talking work ethics with the admins. Look, that is the point of why I am here in the first - O5-13: gregor let me talk as your friend O5-13: youre burnin way too many bridges here O5-13: its a rash decision too in the end, though i admire that you took decades of planning for it Administrator: Rash decision? Don't screw with me - <Flaps their wings.> O5-13: you always worked alone even with me available for advice O5-13: for 10 years O5-13: no O5-13: 20 whole fucking years O5-13: the foundation was built on the spirit of collaboration Administrator: Hahh? Then what about that social climber, O5-1? O5-13: In your planning wasn't that how you also climbed up ranks O5-13: you never seemed to have friends as a result O5-13: except for those who managed to sneak aviatica in O5-13: as a result you were a workaholic cause how else can you perform O5-13: but you see, there's still a chance for us. for you. for the foundation O5-13: didnt i say that i also wanted to change the world but in smaller, more gradual steps? The Administrator now appears angered, as more of his human skin flakes up. O5-13 and Mr. K back down. However, he then relaxes, with his human appearance quickly returning. Administrator: Thank you for pointing that out… I guess, Harold. But you see… The Administrator quickly reverts to their SCP-6883-1 form. Administrator: That's another thing that I need to do in this new world. I paid too much for this opportunity, K and Harold. Crea too. The dignity of the Foundation. Everything, everything… everything, you see? Mr. K: Oi, that's the sunk cost fallacy, Gregor. One of the first few things we learned at journ school. Administrator: Journ school… do you think it matters now with the administrator of a truth-bending organization. For this new chance for a better world, I'm willing to - Mr. K: I see, so you are prepared to even lose that part of yours. In the end, you know, Gregor <Takes out a Faber-Castell pen from a pencil case.>, if you remove the aspect of a journalist from yourself, don't you think that your actual identity will no longer exist? Think about it. Everything we talked about in these past few days, nay, even 20 years ago, was about you being a journo or you changing the world. Now… I guess you're just a man who blabs about changing the world… but nothing else. Mr. K activates the pen - a disguised Scranton Reality Anchor - warping them back to SCP-6883-2. Then, Mr. K and O5-13 are beset by several cockroach swarms, although they protect themselves via their PenShields. Mr. K: Alrighty. One last thing, Gregor, we and your pal Uomino will be waiting for ya at the Western Alps! Administrator: Uomin…o? Shit, how the hell— Mr. K launches himself into the air with the help of O5-13. His PenShield blocks any attacks from the SCP-6883-1 instances present in the area. He then throws the pencil, which then manifests into a reality anchor. Although the Administrator deactivates the anchor, it paralyzes them and all SCP-6883-1 instances. He lands near the window, signaling O5-13 to come near him. Administrator: Oi, K <Holding the anchor>, it's quite admirable you bypassed my safety checks for anchors via pen but did you just seriously think that this - POI-6883: Idio… take a closer lo— Mr. K: <Salutes towards the Administrator and POI-6883, with their visor shining bright yellow.> Well, as Leggere often puts it, you should always leave a sort of gift at the house of the interviewee, particularly if they are an Otherworlder. Ciao! <Signals O5-13 to leave a drone for documentation, and then escape together. Before that. however, he throws another pen at the Administrator.> After O5-13 and Mr. K have escaped the castle and into Venice, the Administrator looks at the second pen. Their legs lose balance, as the effects of paralysis persist. POI-6883: <Sighs.> A double feint, huh. Well, well, well… that was…. a fine play from your frie… wasn't… it? As for this… well, the good ol' compression trick, huh. Should've… seen it comin'… The pen begins to emit beeping sounds, as Kant levels start destabilizing rapidly around it as the remains of the anchor also react with it. The Administrator is still holding it, however, but they soon emit a shrill scream. The pen shoots up from their hand, emitting red, blue, and yellow powder, before culminating in a nuclear explosion that obliterates the room and destroys the drone. End Log FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE TM-6883 09/15/2025 Timeline Log 6883-01 — BEGIN LOG — 00:00:25 A small mushroom cloud dominates the Venetian landscape, destroying approximately 10 percent of the city. SCP-6883-2 is in a heavily damaged condition, with several spires, battlements, towers, and half of the bailey collapsing after the combination of the Aviatican nuclear pen attack and the reality anchor. Mr. K, seated on O5-13, is escaping from SCP-6883-2 with multiple cockroach swarms in pursuit. Telemetry data indicates that they are heading towards the Western parts of the Alpine Mountains. 00:05:16 A large, cockroach-like entity, designated SCP-6883-Ω, with deep gashes, manifests from the ruins of SCP-6883-2. It sports long trails of cockroach carapaces attached to its body. Mechanical tubing, wiring, cables, and tubes protrude out of its mesothorax and abdomen. Half of its prothorax, which corresponds to the head, is missing. Several florae, such as palm trees, azalea, and lilac, are rooted in the carapace. It then emits a shrill, hissing sound recorded to reach 140 decibels by an automatic Foundation outpost. 00:15:21 Via somersaults and dives, O5-13 and Mr. K evade the cockroach swarms, although one of the cockroaches stabs a leg into the arm of Mr. K. before being terminated. Meanwhile, reinforcements from the Alpine Squadron have arrived, firing a barrage of missiles that slow down SCP-6883-Ω, severely damaging it. Meanwhile, Aviatica's SCP-5630 instances, which are thaumaturgically-enhanced bird drones, commit diving attacks on SCP-6883-Ω, delivering bombs. When severely damaged, they crash themselves into the now-bleeding carapace. They also explode into a black, sticky fluid upon contact with SCP-6883-Ω. The fluid has massively slowed down the entity due to its hardening properties. Through time sinks and portable reality anchors, O5-13 and Mr. K manage to accelerate further. 00:26:21 Operation UOMINI Mission Control in Site-354 notifies O5-13 and Mr. K via noospheric links that 10 more minutes are needed to distract SCP-6883-Ω. At this point, Site-354 now loses significant amounts of energy. A black-out is expected after 10 minutes. Meanwhile, a combination of the Foundation and Aviatican dive-bombing attacks have crippled two legs of SCP-6883-Ω. However, 10,000-cockroach-strong swarms, several of which bear the Foundation logo, counter them. 00:32:16 Several missiles and nuclear weapons originating from the Austrian border, most likely due to the assimilated German branch, arrive at Site-354. These weapons are terminated via the still-functional PENTERN system along the Alps, although two of them hit Sites-350 and 352. Thaumaturgic mages not assigned to energy diversion repel the swarms of SCP-6883-1 instances via Ways and railguns. 00:40:51 O5-13 and Mr. K, now heavily injured, continue to resist the onslaught of SCP-6883-1 instances. As Mr. K's arm is no longer capable of wielding the gun, O5-13 has them rest and hang onto the carapace. O5-13 then wields a Gatling gun via its appendage, firing at the SCP-6883-1 instances while executing aerial maneuvers. 00:46:11 Mission Control announces that it is now operating at emergency power. Operation UOMINI is considered a success, and every involved Foundation and Aviatican asset retreat to designated safehouses. A massive rumbling then begins as parts of the Austrian Alps crumble. SCP-6883-3 is now active. Formerly a pile of blocks and remains that assembled upon sufficient energy diverted to it, SCP-6883-3 is a 100-meter-tall humanoid entity, with distinctive 'hat' and 'cane' portions. It is primarily composed of a mix of mechanical and organic materials. Steam rises from several holes in its body while gears and twines operate to maintain body rigor. A loud beeping sound, followed by bird chips, originates from the upper portion. SCP-6883-Ω emits a shrill hiss as it flaps its wings and crashes into SCP-6883-3 to engage it. 00:56:11 SCP-6883-3 and SCP-6883-Ω viciously fight. SCP-6883-3, recovering from the battering ram attack earlier, knocks its cane into SCP-6883-Ω's compound eyes, which then shine from yellow to red. Meanwhile, SCP-6883-Ω stabs its appendages into SCP-6883-3's hat, tearing it, although SCP-6883-3 responds with a kick into SCP-6883-Ω's anal cercus. SCP-6883-3 launches a volley of punches and kicks, half of which SCP-6883-Ω counters. As a result, SCP-6883-Ω's head bursts into pieces, although it continues to live and attack with substantial power. 01:03:21 Retaliating, 100,000-member-strong cockroach swarms bind SCP-6883's legs, causing it to crash into mountains. Its facade is chipped away by dive attacks and acidic secretions, although it soon recovers. Meanwhile, a massive pentagram, composed of SCP-6883-1 instances, manifests on the horizon. It launches projectiles similar to a cockroach nymph, pummeling SCP-6883-3. The fight continues for 30 more minutes until SCP-6883-3 begins to collapse and disassemble. Meanwhile, SCP-6883-Ω leaks massive amounts of blood while its organs, such as the gastric caecea and the esophagus, have detached. However, it continues to move towards Site-354, emitting shrill cries. Aviatican and Foundation flight assets continue bombing it. 01:27:59 On the verge of defeat, SCP-6883-Ω launches a 500km-wide pentagram into the sky, reviving all SCP-6883-1 instances neutralized by Foundation and Aviatica. However, most of these instances no longer attack and appear to act independently from SCP-6883-Ω. 01:35:59 The now-exposed heart of SCP-6883-Ω contains the mutated, half-cockroach body of the Administrator. O5-13 and Mr. K leave their outpost to attack it, claiming to know the most effective means of neutralization. Upon arrival, they throw a modified reality anchor into it, shifting the three of them into a virtual landscape. — END LOG — O5-13 and Mr. K manifest one hour later, unconscious. The following data was then obtained from O5-13's noospheric recorder. The recorder's organization of data is preserved in the following transcript, which is only composed of flashing text and sounds. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE NM-6883 09/15/2025 Noospheric Recorder Log 6883-01 — BEGIN LOG — Sound of shuffling papers and a printer in operation. gregor: Oi, Ka [[inaudible]], fix this news headline for me. We won't make it in time for our schoolpaper's deadline. ka: <Sounds of sipping and crinkling plates.> Can't people who wanna change the world do something as simple as fitting five words instead of nine into a headline? Don't you think he's an idiot, harold? harold: shut up for a moment. it's already difficult enough to layout the front page of our newspaper gregor: Oi, Ka, are you - <inaudible> Ka: why the hell are you all here too? you lot werent reacting back then. GREgor: part-time jobs aren't easy to pass up for this thing. plus, its journo, so why not? HARold: <Chuckles.> oi, gregor, don't tell me you're doing this for that girl under the tree? last time she extorted for like, 150 boyo. Wampipti pesos, boyo. Don't tell me that in the future youre gonna be paid 150 for stupid shit like saving the - GREgor: look, it's just 150 pesos. It's not as if it will multiply - <inaudible> harOLD: ahh, this news article is so stupid to write. gregor, lemme have a sip of that pepsi kA: go buy one yourself. its just a bit over that block greGOR: <Chuckles.> looks like he got his ass welded into his chair harOLD: all of our asses are welded on these chairs and our lips on the laptops trying to publish a new volume for whoever is our audience. how the hell can we live a college life with this - [[inaudible]] A Czech graduation song plays in the background. KA: now were all finished with college hahahaha lets go to the shop to celebrate GREGOR: ahh wait HAROLD here still has to bust his ass confessing to that chick from brno HAROLD: oi, oi, oi, dont you think you also have something to say to marina over there KA: <Chuckles.> ahhh. look at these nerds trying to confess. alrighty, time to get kicked in the ass bois [[Sounds of protest. After a few seconds, it becomes inaudible.]] The Aviatican work anthem, "To Let Freedom Wing", plays. K: now now now in this stunt you have to follow the instructions given by leggere or else we gonna turn into birds at the end of this parade Gregor: its not bad to be a duck or an owl you know Harold: a goose would do well too i think. <Chuckles.> K: haahh you guys really aiming to be birds huh. you two are holding your signboards wrong Shuffling papers. K: this is it, i guess? Sandford Gregorius: …i fucking failed bigtime… you two. carry on for me. i have reverted everything else for ya. humanity's gonna be back on its own two feet. no longer roaches. carta blanca. i suppose it would be rude Harold Svoboda : …alright. i suppose its also almost time now. gregor - you said it earlier. you wanted the death of a journalist, right? Sandford Gregorius: yea… not as an administrator. not a roach K: alright. goodbye <Sound of a gun being loaded and fired.> A few seconds pass. Sandford Gregorius: you idiot you misfired now the wall with the pretty flowers is wrecked K: huhh. you wanted me to give you that feeling of being shot back at milan, right? think, gregor, think about the phrase 'feeling only'. Sandford Gregorius: ahh. i guess you're right… im sorry, K, harold. we made some stupid decisions back then, but mine alone messed up everything. K: i have a lot of things to answer for too you know. especially that time in the castle where i spewed nasty shit. ya see, i wasnt even correct. even if you only started with being a 'journalist' or someone who wanted to change the world, im very wrong in saying that you were only those things. i guess your experiences really molded you into what you are now. an idiot <Chuckles.> Sandford Gregorius : k you goddamn bastard. anyway… don't sweat that out. anyway, next time we meet Harold Svoboda: hmm? Sandford Gregorius: make sure to provide me a new volume, new edition of aviatica and the foundation inquirer. at least give me the news if you change the world or something Sandford Gregorius: three guys with different ways of changing the world, yet nothing happens and the worlds still a stupid world. but you guys are still here, so maybe it aint a stupid worl - ahh, im wrong. please forgive me. K: this idiot… ya really need to rest now. your deadlines passed, but ours havent Harold Svoboda: when we pass it, we're ready to tell ya what happened. hell, the likes of ya might even interfere hahahah Sandford Gregorius: hahh. alright then, im signing off. you guys take the coms <A pen's nib breaking can be heard.> — END LOG — [ - | OPERATION UOMINI] In the aftermath, O5-13 is declared as the new Administrator, with Aviatican officers helming the O5 Council. Due to SCP-6883-Ω's death, neutralization of SCP-6883 is observed, with individuals in Northwest Italy and Austria gradually returning to their human forms. A worldwide return to the human form is expected after three months. Footnotes 1. Active components of products like Listerine, often touted as a cockroach remover. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6883" by Veralta, Luke mcDonut, & TheBoxOfFun, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6883. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to Jack Waltz and Dr Shoulder for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: Beast - Dales and Jaguar BigCatsUK - Here Enjoy! :) Item#: 6884 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Photograph depicting an SCP-6884 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Reports of abnormally large black felines, canids or other similar fauna roaming the British Isles are to be investigated by Foundation agents integrated into local law enforcement. Following confirmation of SCP-6884-related origin, Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) are to be dispatched in an attempt to terminate or capture the wild instance for long term housing and study at Site-44’s Cryptozoological Research Wing. In the event that the sighted instance is unable to be located, seismic imaging should be utilised to locate any unnaturally occurring cave systems in the region. Upon discovery, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) are to enter these caverns in order to pursue the fleeing SCP-6884 instance or uncover an SCP-6884 brood. An amateur flier referencing SCP-6884. Description: SCP-6884 is an unidentified subterranean species of mammal bearing resemblance to members of the genus Panthera1 while possessing some characteristics of the Caniformia2 suborder. The species’ primary anomalous quality is the ability to forcibly create caverns and fissures in rock, often resulting in lengthy passageways and cave systems with which to reside within and raise young. This capability appears to necessitate a significant amount of energy from SCP-6884 and hence is used sparingly, usually as a flight response. It is believed that SCP-6884 instances spend around half of their life within caves, emerging only to hunt during nocturnal hours; a lifestyle likely responsible for their primarily black colouration. Once on the surface, instances are likely to consume sheep or infant cattle alongside collecting resources to construct elaborate dens. Predation upon human subjects remains incredibly rare, with only 3 reported attacks since 1990. SCP-6884’s population size is undetermined, though is believed to comprise of at least 150 individual members spread across Britain. While the species remains at large, their low frequency, generally elusive nature and the ease of public containment efforts has resulted in a Euclid classification level as opposed to other alternatives.3 History & Folkloric Significance: Encounters with large cats in Britain date back to around 1,000BC, whereby Celtic warriors and farmers shared tales of supposed battles with SCP-6884 broods that would steal young rams from their flocks. Over time, Celtic inhabitation of the British Isles saw a purging of the species’ numbers due to their threat posed to livestock and may be the reason for development of their reclusive nature. In the modern era, the majority of surviving instances are situated in the South of England, with 676 reported sightings in the county of Devon between 2004 and 2005. SCP-6884 is most commonly known for its heavy presence in Bodmin Moor, Dartmoor, Exmoor and Mossmoor respectively; this distribution has been attributed to the aforementioned areas’ limestone-based rock composition which is softer and hence easier to manipulate than typical stone while maintaining the integrity to support lengthy cave systems. Public belief of SCP-6884 is widespread in their inhabited areas, though due to the species’ outwardly non-anomalous nature and tendency to flee once sighted, this has not been deemed a threat to secrecy or the Veil at large. Addendum 6884.1: Investigation Although the Foundation suspected the presence of an anomalous big cat species in Britain since the 1970s due to their heavy presence in local culture, SCP-6884’s existence was only proved in late 2011 in an investigation prompted by the Cryptozoology Division. Following approval, a pair of Site-44 agents were dispatched to assess the validity of claims surrounding SCP-6884. The results of the investigation can be found in the following: POI Interview 6884 “Alpha” Hide Date: 20/05/2011 Location: The Black Ram Pub, Mossmoor, Somerset Interviewed: POI-6884-1, Chris P. Fisher (Local Farmer) Interviewer(s): Agent Carter & Operative Johnson Foreword: The following interview as conducted in-person at The Black Ram, a popular local pub and inn. Unaware of the proceeding conversation prior, A. Carter and O. Johnson had been tracking Mr Fisher for weeks prior in the belief that he had encountered an SCP-6884 in his past. [BEGIN LOG] Mr Fisher is sat at a table at the edge of the bar, alone, staring at a collection of photos on the wall. Carter and Johnson enter equipped with convert audio recording equipment. A. Carter: Hi! Are you Chris? POI-6884-1: Uh, yeah. Do you need something? A. Carter: Only if you’re free at the moment. POI-6884-1: I’m free. A. Carter: Great. Me and my associate are currently working on the production of a documentary surrounding British legends and folklore. We’ve been speaking to some locals and, well, we were wondering if you’d help us with any insight into a local cryptid story? POI-6884-1 remains silent for several seconds. POI-6884-1: Um, sure. What exactly is it that you’re interested in? A. Carter: We’re researching rumours of a… unique species of panther in England. POI-6884-1 again falls silent, seemingly in thought. POI-6884-1: Who told you to come to me about this? O. Johnson: That’s irrelevant. Many eye witness reports claim to sight the creatures, only to seemingly disappear when visual contact is lost — even for a moment. A. Carter: I wouldn’t expect any payment if you won’t talk. Agent Carter gestures to a briefcase. POI-6884-1: Fine. (Heavily sighs) It was 3 years ago, I’d just gone to Mossmoor market to pick up some animal feed, new equipment, stuff like that. I was in my pickup truck heading back to the farm and it was late evening so visibility wasn’t great but wasn’t terrible. To get back to my farm I had to drive along some rural roads, past the moorland just south of here, and I’d just turned off when I looked to my left. It was right there; out on the moor. Clear as days. A gigantic… black animal in the distance. (Stutters) I had no idea what I was seeing. It didn’t even move, just watched my truck. I looked at it and… it looked back at me with… those luminous yellow eyes. I sat there utterly dumbfounded, or terrified, until I passed a hedgerow and when I looked back it’d gone in an instant. (Sighs) I stopped the truck and walked to the spot where it was. Saw a trail of footprints leading to that area, but nothing leading away. Don’t think I left my property for weeks after that. A. Carter: Intriguing. Have you had any other encounters with big cats? POI-6884-1: Oh, (Chuckles) I wouldn’t call it a cat. It’s body was feline, yes, but it’s head was more like that of a dog’s — and it’s eyes were… something else entirely. A. Carter: If you don’t mind me asking, wh- POI-6884-1: (Trembling slightly) I don’t want to talk anymore. You wanted me to tell you everything I know, and there it was. They sit in silence for one minute before POI-6884-1 speaks. POI-6884-1: (Points at a collection of photos on the wall) You see that? Second from the left. Look closer at the hedgerow. The photograph depicts an expansive pasture in Devon, surrounded by light woodland. A dark shape is visible bordering the farthest hedgerow. POI-6884-1: That image was taken by Charles Wilford in 1998. He lives near Dartmoor National Park. If you want more information, I suggest you speak to him. A. Carter: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr Fisher. POI Interview 6884 “Bravo” Hide Date: 25/05/2011 Location: Wilford Manor, Dartmoor, Devon Interviewed: POI-6884-2, Charles Wilford Interviewer(s): Agent Carter & Operative Johnson Foreword: The following interview was conducted at the personal estate of Charles Wilford due to belief that he had experience with SCP-6884 formerly. [BEGIN LOG] (Agent Carter rings the estate’s doorbell) O. Johnson: How old is this guy? A. Carter: 67. O. Johnson: (Gesturing to the manor) Where’d he make his fortune? A. Carter: Officially, sailing and eventually the boat manufacturing industry according to the Foundation’s database, but we suspect some exploitation of offshore bank accounts in his younger years. O. Johnson: I see. No one checked up on it? A. Carter: No, we need to keep good relations with this guy. He’s useful for sourcing information and resources for the Naval Divisio- The front door opens, POI-6884-2 steps out. POI-6884-2: He-llooo! Who might you be? A. Carter: Hello there! We’re actually agents from local law enforcement and we just want to ask you some questions. Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble. O. Johnson: (Quietly, out of earshot) Yet. POI-6884-2: Oh, marvellous. Please step inside and get out of the rain! How do you take your tea? Both agents enter the manor where POI-6884-2 directs them to a room containing chairs and tables to rest. He disappears for several minutes while preparing hot drinks. POI-6884-2: Here’s your tea. A. Carter: Thanks, Mr Wilford. Um, is it okay if we begin the interview now please? POI-6884-2: Yes, yes I do apologise, I’m holding you up. What do you want to know? A. Carter: We’re just conducting an investigation into some strange ongoings in the local area. POI-6884-2: Ah, I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific. A. Carter: We’ve had a surplus of accounts of a… well… big cat of sorts loose in the surrounding counties. POI-6884-2 appears surprised and excited. A. Carter: We spoke to a guy in Mossmoor last week and he implied that you’d have some connection to the case. We’re just trying to find some leads. POI-6884-2: (Chuckles) Yes, I was wondering when the Government would finally take my claims seriously! I must say I’ve become rather fascinated by the Beast in my latter years. O. Johnson: The Beast? POI-6884-2: Yes, The Beast of Bodmin Moor, Beast of Exmoor, Puma of Galloway, Phantom Cat of Mossmoor — The Big Cat of Dartmoor. Real anomalies these things. A. Carter: (Chuckles) Yeah. We wanted to know if you’ve ever… maybe seen one yourself? POI-6884-2: Oh, yes a few times actually; we’ve got what I suspect to be a breeding pair in Dartmoor based on… well, only my own suspicions admittedly, but it’s the only explanation for why they’ve been here so long. O. Johnson: Do you have anything to support your claims? A. Carter: Our source from Mossmoor showed us a photo you took in 1998 that he reckoned caught one of the cats in a field nearby here. POI-6884-2: Oh, yes, I do like to dabble in photography every now and again! I’ve got (Stutters) maybe six or seven photos of the cats. Mostly blurry mind you, but there’s a couple of decent ones. A. Carter: Anything besides photos? POI-6884-2: No, unfortunately. The cats are like phantoms — light, fast and utterly silent in their movement and speech. It’s like chasing a shadow. O. Johnson: Speech? POI-6884-2: I’ve sat out in the field where I took that photograph you mentioned for months just waiting to hear any roar or growl that wasn’t from a car engine, but my attempts proved fruitless. I placed a um… (Clicking of fingers and stuttering) trail-cam microphone in my spot and left it alone. One night. That was it. 2AM, it picked up a frequency of around 18 hertz, just out of range of what I could hear.4 Best of all, there were replies. They were talking with each other. A. Carter: I see. Where exactly is this spot of high activity? POI-6884-2: It’s just past ███ █████, about a mile from the brook. A. Carter: Good to know. Thanks, Mr Wilford, you’ve been a great help. Oh, also you might want to expect a visit from some of our friends at Stan’s Cryptid Procurement, they’ll help piece this all together.5 POI-6884-2: I shall look forward to their arrival. Thank you for coming! A. Carter: And thank you for your hospitality and confectioneries, Mr Wilford. [END LOG] Sighting and Capture Attempt 6884 “Charlie” Hide Date: 25/05/2011 Location: Rural Dartmoor, Devon Foreword: The proceeding file is a collaborative compilation of dash cam footage and body-mounted audio/video equipment. Events took place after the conclusion of Interview Bravo, while the pair of agents were in-transit from Wilford Manor. 02:01 AM Having visited POI-6884-2 in the late afternoon, it is now nighttime and raining heavily, creating poor visibility conditions. A. Carter: That’s interesting, though, that the SA-68846 communicate at just under 20 hertz. It’s like they’re specialised to avoid human activity. O. Johnson: Well that’d make sense, wouldn’t it? A. Carter: How so? O. Johnson: Think about it. It’s the late ice age and you’re a species of large cat that can’t get to mainland Europe anymore. After a while, these weird bipedal creatures start to visit; eventually they put two and two together and find out that you’re the one who’s been eating their sheep. Naturally, as we do, we defend our livestock. The cats meanwhile suddenly have people throwing sharp sticks at them and, rightly so, they adopt a way of communication that won’t say “hey look over here I’m gonna eat all of your lamb-” A large black mass runs in front of the car, being caught briefly in the headlights before scampering into a nearby meadow. A. Carter: Woah, what the heck! Carter slams his foot on the brakes. O. Johnson: Wh- The pair sit in silence, the only noises audible being the heavy rain and windscreen wipers. O. Johnson: Check the dash cam. They briefly check the recording, which captures a quadrupedal black animal in possession of luminous yellow irises. A. Carter: Call Gamma-4, we’ve got to be quick. 02:18 AM Following the swift arrival of MTF Gamma-4, the SCP-6884 instance enters a nearby forest, forcing mobile containment personnel to continue on-foot. A. Carter: Johnson and four other guys follow me, everyone else try to come in on either side. Gamma-4 relays the command. The overhead helicopter illuminates the forest and fires neon-coloured darts towards the instance, striking its tail and allowing it to be more easily visible. While a squad of MTF Gamma-4 group with the agents, other operatives travel on either side in an attempt to instigate a horseshoe manoeuvre and surround the instance. The entity is semi-visible due to overhead lights and the containment team’s torches. A. Carter: EITS, how are we doing on thermal imaging? EITS:7 Maintaining a steady vector at around 10 metres from the target. It isn’t turning now that you’re fanned out. A. Carter: How much forest has it got left? EITS: Two miles. There’s a clearing with a ridge coming up so you could try to close in soon. After 2 minutes, the aforementioned area is reached. Spread-out operatives begin to tighten formation. G4-11: Ridge reached, closing in. The anomaly slows as it approaches the clearing. It ceases movement in the glen’s centre, seemingly searching for an escape route. A. Carter: (Shining flashlight at the position, followed by the helicopters’ search lights. No entity is present.) What the- Upon investigation, a crack in the ground is slowly filling in with dirt. A. Carter: Do we have a low-pitch mic on us? G4-1: Sure. Agent Carter places the instrument at the ground. It measures a sound of ~20 hertz frequency. O. Johnson: Damn. G4-1: Get the Rats. 03:04 AM Following a seismic scan, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) were called upon to conduct an exploration of a large cave system located below the containment teams’ position. Explosives are utilised for access to the caverns. Z9-1: Flashlights on guys. Gamma-4, stay where you are in case the anomaly attempts to exit again. G4-1: Will do. Zeta-9 enter what appears to be a passageway, stretching downwards at a gently sloping angle. They descend. Z9-7: So this is how they’ve been hiding. Z9-2: Maybe. We still haven’t got any real information on the species, which is why we’re here — Command requested that we try to capture any instances alive for study if possible. You speak about them like you know something, Dash 7? Z9-7: Not much really, but my mum lives in Somerset and she’ll swear on her life that these cats ate her terrier. It’s common knowledge that they’re out here. Z9-2: All the more reason to- The sound of snarling and hissing are audible; presumably the result of a skirmish. Z9-2: Sounds like the system opens up further down, get ready to switch from torchlight to night-vis. 3 minutes pass. Zeta-9 reach the termination point of the tunnel, ending in an expansive chamber at 90 meters below the surface. Remnants of surface-level materials adorn the floorspace. Z9-2: (The skirmish is still heard, now audibly louder and closer) What is going on? Z9-1: We’re coming to another corridor. Everyone follow behind me, feet silent, weapons ready. Dancing yellow lights can be seen emanating from the next columned chamber, which seems to be the source of the uproar. Upon inspection, a group of approximately 15 SCP-6884 instances are present, with 2 fighting in the room’s centre while others observe, possibly as a part of a dominance display. The SCP-6884 brood are notably identifiable due to their distinctly glowing amber-coloured eyes. Zeta-9 watch silently from the chamber’s entrance, when there is a sudden deeply pitched meowing from behind the Task Force. An infant SCP-6884 stands behind the group, and brushes itself against the Commander, drawing the attention of the adult instances. Z9-1: (Surprised) Ah! Um, where did you- uuuh, Gamma-4, Gamma-4, please be advised we are aborting the mission. Be prepared to tranquillise the targets. G4-1: Targets? [END LOG] In the following events, 15 SCP-6884 members escaped containment via utilisation of their anomalous capabilities, though a single instance was funnelled out of its entryway and captured by the containment team. While under tranquillisation, a specialised containment method was devised in order to limit the entity’s escaping capabilities. Addendum 6884.2: Containment Incident Upon arrival at Site-44, the captured instance was placed within an observation chamber surrounding an aerated water-based suspension mechanism in addition to a floatation device while a more suitable method could be devised. The subsequent log is a recording of the moments prior to the SCP-6884-related incident. INCIDENT 6884-ALPHA Hide Date: 26/05/2011 Location: Site-44, Foulness Island, England [BEGIN LOG] Researcher F. Ozz stands at the observation chamber window whilst a containment member monitors the chamber’s operations. Researcher Ozz: You’re sure there’s no rock or silicate-based products in there? Containment Specialist Green: Absolutely. We’re pretty sure it can only manipulate materials it’s in contact with so we don’t have to worry about anything out here. Researcher Ozz: Good. (Sighs) We’ve suspected that big cats were in Britain for a while but I didn’t think this was how they’d be hiding. Agent Carter enters the room. Researcher Ozz: Ah, Carter! Good to finally have you back. Agent Carter: Good to be back. (Chuckles) Nice containment solution, but what happens when it wakes up? Researcher Ozz: There’s a float and the water’s salty with bubbles so it won’t, well… drown. Agent Carter: Nice. (Visibly confused) I still don’t understand how we managed to find it, I mean me and Johnson were literally talking about how they’re great at hiding and then all of a sudden we’ve got one running straight in front of the car. Researcher Ozz is noticeably intrigued by this statement. Researcher Ozz: They always seem to be sighted from cars. What were you driving? Agent Carter: 2005 Defender. Researcher Ozz: What colour? Agent Carter: Black. Researcher Ozz: I see. Green, could you go and ask Zeta-9-7 which colour car his mother drives? Containment Specialist Green: Umm, sure? Specialist Green leaves the room. Researcher Ozz: Black colouration, purring engine, bright yellow headlights. I wonder if that’s why people keep- An alarm sounds and the sound of gushing water can be heard. Both turn to face the chamber. The SCP-6884 instance’s tail can be seen disappearing into a large hole; its eyes are visible briefly glancing at the two before fleeing. [END LOG] Upon inspection of the containment cell, the following text was etched into the farthest wall: NOT FOLLOW The escaped entity was subsequently neutralised by on-Site security after living in the water system for three days — it and its undiscovered newly developing fetus can now be found in Cryogenic Storage Locker 089. Keter reclassification is pending. Footnotes 1. Colloquially known as big cats. 2. An order containing dogs, wolves and foxes. 3. Now pending reclassification following Incident 6884-Alpha. 4. The average human ear can register sound between 20 and 20,000 hertz. 5. “Stan’s Cryptid Procurement” being a group of Cryptozoology Division personnel under the guise of a cryptid-research company whom acquired copies of all SCP-6884-related images within Wilford Manor. 6. “Suspected Anomaly” being a placeholder prior to confirmation of anomalous nature. 7. An abbreviation for “Eyes In The Sky”
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SCP-6885-1, taken from recordings produced by Researcher August Item #: SCP-6885 Special Containment Procedures: The beaches bordering the town of Baymonte View, Virginia, are to be patrolled by a rotating staff of no less than two Foundation guards at any given time, to prevent and catalog any unintentional or purposeful entries into SCP-6885. Description: SCP-6885 is an extra-dimensional space consisting of a narrow and seemingly endless beach, surrounded on either side by two oceans. The true size and length of the beach are currently unknown, as well as the nature of its two oceans. It is also currently unknown how one gains access to this anomaly, as the Foundation's only account of an entry into the space was unintentional. Foundation staff tasked with researching the anomaly theorize that there may be several specific steps one must take in order to gain access to the anomaly. However, Foundation agents assigned to SCP-6885 have yet to uncover these theoretical steps. SCP-6885 also houses one additional, sub-anomalous entity. A Limulus Polyphemus (Atlantic horseshoe crab) capable of speech and, according to reports, significantly larger than average members of its species. SCP-6885 was discovered by Researcher August during a short sabbatical in Baymonte View. She was found by civilians wandering the beaches with no memory of the past day or her time spent inside of the anomaly. On her cellphone were several recordings and one picture. The recordings were taken by August and serve to document her time spent in the anomaly. They are transcribed below. Recording #1 - Discovery Log Hide When the recording starts, the camera is aimed toward the sand. When August speaks, she sounds out of breath. The sound of gentle waves lapping onshore can be heard in the background. August: -alright. It’s alright. Come on, you know what to do. You know exactly what to do. You’ve been trained for this. Just… just have to remember. Remember what they told you. It’s going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. Just follow the steps… first. The camera flips. August is dressed in an open, short-sleeve button-up with a white tank top underneath and sunglasses resting atop her head. The strap of a small, leather satchel can be seen running across her torso. Behind her, a beach around 46 meters across stretches off into the distance with no beginning or end in sight. Two bodies of water with the appearance of oceans surround the beach on either side. August takes a deep breath. August: My name is July August. I’m a researcher at the SCP Foundation and have been for the past year. I’m currently stationed at Site-78 where I study Type Greens, specifically their numerous manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. Yesterday, I left for an annual three-day trip I take to my hometown of Baymonte View- that’s Baymonte View, Virginia, by the way. I travel back here every year… August trails off. She takes another deep breath. August: …it doesn’t matter. A few hours ago, I was sitting on the beach when I decided that I… that I wanted to take a short walk. So, I started walking. And I walked, and walked, and walked. For hours, I’m guessing. My head just suddenly snapped up, like I… like I was coming out of a trance. I looked ahead and didn’t see any people, so I looked behind me and… there was nothing there. The camera flips as August turns around. August: Well, not nothing. Just… more beach. At first, I thought I’d just walked for a lot longer than I intended to, so I looked to my left for the beachfront houses. Just to see if they could tell me how far I’d walked. August turns the camera to the left, showing the second ocean. August: …and the houses were gone, too. I’ve just been walking on this beach for a while now, I… I don’t really know what to do… The camera flips. August closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath. August: If I had to guess, I’ve accidentally entered some kind of… anomalous space. An endless beach, or… or a world that’s just sand and water… The edges of her lips twitch. August: …or maybe one of them put me here. Breached containment and I… I don’t know. My phone battery should last a while longer. I’m going to try and send these videos to my work computer, but… I doubt it’ll work. And I doubt anyone’s going to check. For now, I’ll just keep walking and try to document this as best I can- August stops as the camera suddenly jolts to the right, towards one of the oceans. August: Did you… A dark shape slowly appears in the water and starts rapidly moving towards the shore. A Limulus Polyphemus (Atlantic horseshoe crab) emerges from the waves, crawling onto the sand and beginning to walk towards August. It appears larger than any other known species of its kind. The front of the entity’s (SCP-6885-1) body lifts. 6885-1: Hello- The camera turns towards the ground as August begins to run. She runs for approximately 22 minutes before coming to a stop and dropping her phone onto the sand. She puts her hands on her knees, taking in gasping breaths of air. She stands and frantically looks around, paying close attention to the two oceans on either side of her. Immediately, she throws the satchel off her shoulder and drops to her knees, beginning to dig through it. She throws a bottle of sunscreen out and onto the sand. Then a small notebook, a bottle opener, and a pen. Finally, she pulls out a pocket knife. Her breathing quickens as she struggles to open the blade with shaking hands. Suddenly, she drops the knife and cries out. Its blade is coated in blood. August holds her right wrist with her left hand as a gash in her palm drips onto the sand. She begins to hyperventilate. In the ocean closest to her, a dark shape moves towards the shore. August scrambles for the knife, crying out again as she places her injured palm on the sand. She crawls several feet back with the knife in her left hand, pointed towards 6885-1. It emerges from the water. August: STAY BACK, J-JUST GET THE FUCK BACK! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER! 6885-1: Are you alright? Slowly, August lowers the knife. August: …what did you just say? 6885-1 moves forward and August lifts the knife, crawling several more feet back. August: I-I said get away- 6885-1 moves back. 6885-1: I apologize. I just asked if you were alright. August’s breathing begins to slow. August: If I’m… alright? 6885-1’s body moves back and forth in an almost serpentine manner. 6885-1: Yes. I think you cut yourself. Slowly, August lifts her right hand and takes a shuddering breath. She turns to one side and opens her satchel again, looking inside before immediately raising her left hand and pointing the knife at 6885-1. August: Don’t fucking move. 6885-1 does not move. August digs through her satchel and around a minute later, curses and closes it, lifting her head towards 6885-1. Without taking her eyes off it, she places the knife between her teeth and rips a piece of cloth from her tank top. She places the knife on the ground next to her and blows as much sand off the wound as possible before wrapping it in the cloth and tying it in a knot. She picks up the knife and stands. 6885-1: …is that better? August points the knife at 6885-1. August: What are you? 6885-1 sighs. It’s similar to the chittering sound made by some mammals. 6885-1: Is that always the first question you ask when you meet someone? August: Answer. The. Question. 6885-1: I… apologize for being brash. You just scared me a bit. August laughs. August: I scared you? 6885-1: Yes. You are the one currently threatening me with a knife, after all. But, it’s clear I also frightened you quite a bit. So… I apologize for that as well. And to answer your question, in all honesty, I… don’t really know what I am. August: …you’re a horseshoe crab. 6885-1 chitters again. It sounds lighter than before. 6885-1: Yes, I’ve been called that many times before. But it’s like trying to tell the sky it’s called the sky, or the beach it’s called the beach. When there’s only one of something, a name begins to lose its meaning. August: There are literally… thousands of beaches. 6885-1: For you, maybe. August takes a moment to look around at the beach and two oceans. August: Speaking of beaches… August suddenly straightens her arm again, pointing the knife at 6885-1. It moves back slightly. 6885-1: Again with the knife- August: …where the hell are we? 6885-1 begins to answer before August takes a step forward and interrupts. August: …did you bring me here? Did you fucking bring me here?! 6885-1: No, I don’t have that kind of power. I don’t control this place, nor do I control who walks its sand. August: And this place is… August trails off. 6885-1: Home. August keeps the knife pointed towards 6885-1 as she looks towards the ocean behind it. August: So… are there more like you in this place? A… family or something? 6885-1: No, it’s… it’s just me. And the occasional visitor, of course. August begins to lower the knife. August: And what are you called? 6885-1: I’m called whatever the people who visit me here decide to call me. It’s like I said, when there’s only one of something, names begin to lose their meaning. August: So I… I could give you a name? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: If you’d like to. August thinks for a moment before responding. August: …alright then. I’ll call you Dash One. 6885-1: Dash One? August: Yeah. Where I’m from, we… designate things by number and order. And since you appear to be the only creature here… August tightly grips the knife. August: …if you’re not lying to me, that is… then that would make you Dash One. 6885-1: Hm… it’s an interesting name, but I have a feeling it will grow on me. August reaches down and picks up her satchel, putting it over her shoulder. August: Alright then. If you don’t mind, I have some more questions for you, Dash One- 6885-1: What’s your name? August clears her throat. August: …my name? 6885-1: Yes! Unless you don’t have one, like me. In that case, I could give you a name if you’d- August: No no, I have one. I have one, it’s… it’s Dr. August. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Dr. August… okay. It’s nice to meet you! August: …right. Back to my questions- 6885-1: Sure. August pauses. August: …actually- August reaches down and picks her phone up off the sand. The camera flips. August: -I’m going to start a new recording for our interview. So I’ll be back in- The recording cuts to black. Hide Addendum - 1 (Missing Persons): In this first recording, SCP-6885-1 claims that people besides August have gained entry into SCP-6885. This account does corroborate a missing person report filed in Baymonte View several years ago, in which the young man reported missing was found after two days and diagnosed with transient global amnesia by local specialists. However, this is the only account of another situation like August’s occurring in Baymonte View, though SCP-6885-1’s claims have led Foundation staff to believe that this has indeed occurred more than twice. If there are other entry points into SCP-6885, their locations are currently unknown. Requires further investigation. Recording #2 - Interview Log Hide Interviewed: SCP-6885-1 Interviewer: Researcher July August <Begin Log> The recording returns. August places the camera down on the sand, leaning it up against her satchel. She sits down a small distance away so both her and 6885-1 are in frame. The knife rests in her lap. August: Alright. Here’s what we know so far: I’m- 6885-1: I apologize for interrupting so early on, but… could you please put the knife away? It’s making me a bit… uncomfortable. August: I… hm. August very slowly closes the knife and places the folded blade into a pocket on the left breast of her short-sleeve button-up. August: I’m afraid that’s the best I can do. Having it out may make you uncomfortable, but being defenseless in this new place also… makes me a bit jumpy. I figured this is a good compromise. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I completely understand. Thank you. August nods. August: Okay then. So, here’s what we know: I’m in an extra-dimensional, anomalous space in the form of an endless strip of sand between two oceans. The space appears to be home to one other sub-anomalous entity, a horseshoe crab capable of speech. 6885-1: …am I supposed to say something? August continues. August: It claims it cannot control the anomalous space, that it’s just a denizen of it. I may be somewhat new to the Foundation, but I’ve experienced altered reality enough times in my life to know what it feels like to be in an area where reality had been manipulated. This place… feels different than all the rest. Which makes me inclined to believe Dash One. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Thank you- August clears her throat. August: BUT… I can’t be entirely sure just yet. So, let’s get on with the interview. That is if you’re willing to comply. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I’m ready and willing, Dr. August. August nods. August: Perfect. We’ll start with some history. How long have you been here, Dash One? 6885-1 thinks for a moment before responding. 6885-1: It’s… difficult to say. I rise when it’s light and rest when it’s dark. But as you can see, with the beach’s distinct lack of landmarks, it becomes quite the task to keep up with the flow of time. August: Have you ever tried? 6885-1: I did, after first gaining consciousness. But it’s been so long, I… forgot when I stopped. August hums. August: So… it’s fair to say you’ve been here for quite some time. Years, maybe? Decades? 6885-1: If I had to guess, you could count my life in single years. August: Great. So, you just mentioned something about “rising when it’s light, and resting when it’s dark?” It is light out right now, but I… can’t see the sun anywhere in the sky. Could you explain? 6885-1: I really think that’s just a strange quirk of the beach with no real explanation. No explanation I could ever provide, that is. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. August: …which leads us right into our next question: what is your earliest memory? Despite how long you’ve been here, you should at least have some memories from earlier in your life. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I do. My earliest memory is… of me, gliding along the ocean floor toward shore. August waits for a moment. August: …that’s it? 6885-1: That’s it. I was the same back then as I am now. August: So, your earliest memory is of you fully formed. You haven’t grown at all since then? 6885-1: I don’t think so… but, then again, I have nothing really to measure my growth with. August: …what about the others who have ended up here? Earlier, you said you were the only one here. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Right. August: But you also mentioned “the occasional visitor.” Could you explain that a bit more? 6885-1: Of course. Every once in a while, someone will find themselves on my beach. I usually watch them from a distance for a while before I approach… most of them just run, not unlike yourself. But… you stayed to talk, which I appreciate. Thank you. August: And do you know how those people ended up on the beach? 6885-1: I’m sorry, but I don’t. I always just find them after they’ve already gotten here. August hums. August: I know I asked you this before, but… where is here? 6885-1: I… really don’t know. When you’ve lived in one place your whole life, you never really learn where it stands in the grand scheme of things. August: Haven’t you ever tried just swimming out from shore in a straight line until you find something? 6885-1: I have, it’s just… August waits for a moment. August: …what is it? 6885-1 chitters. It sounds low and dull. 6885-1: I really do think I’m the only thing here. And the thought of missing someone walking the beach always managed to bring me back before I went too far… even if they all just run from me. August: …sounds lonely. 6885-1: It’s alright. I manage. August: So… if you’re the only thing here, how do you survive? 6885-1: I’m afraid I don’t know that, either. I guess I’ve just never really had to worry about dying before. August laughs. August: Must be nice… alright, I’ve got one more question for you. 6885-1: Ask away. August takes a deep breath. August: If you really aren’t controlling this place… do you know how I can leave it? 6885-1 moves slowly back and forth. 6885-1: …I’m sorry, I don’t- August groans and puts her head down onto her lap, grabbing at her hair with both hands. 6885-1: -but, I know people who have left the beach before. August’s head snaps up. August: Really? How? 6885-1: That’s the part I don’t know. But I’ve watched it happen from the water. They’ll be walking along and suddenly they just… fade away. I’m assuming it’s back to where they came from, but… I guess there’s no real way of knowing. August sighs. August: And you know what they say about assuming… 6885-1 waits for a moment. 6885-1: I… I don’t. I don’t know what they say about assuming. August hums. August: So… they just suddenly begin to fade away? Like, vanish? 6885-1: Yes. August: In that case… I guess I really don’t have much of a choice. I can’t just sit here forever. August stands, picks up her phone, and slings the satchel over her shoulder. August: Alright then, Dash One. I’m just… going to keep walking and see what happens. August begins to walk down the strip of sand. 6885-1 follows shortly behind her. 6885-1: Would you… mind if I walked with you, Dr. August? August stops and 6885-1 stops behind her. She thinks for a moment… before sighing, nodding, and continuing down the beach. August: Sure. 6885-1 follows close behind. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #3 - Exploration Log Hide When the recording returns, August and 6885-1 are walking on the beach. It is unclear how much time has passed. 6885-1: …Dr. August, would you mind if I asked you a question? I’ve just… been wondering about this since our interview. August thinks for a moment before shrugging. August: I… I guess not. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Thank you. I’ve just noticed that you’re dressed similar to the other people I’ve seen on the beach and yet… you seem more organized than them. More focused. Why is that? August sighs. August: That’s probably because my life for the past year has been nothing but organization and focus. 6885-1: Hm. I’m guessing it has something to do with your job? With the people you performed our interview for? August: …yeah. You could say that. How could you tell? 6885-1: When you gave me my name earlier, you said that “we designate things by number and order.” I just felt that there was something… a bit larger than life behind that. August nods. August: Well, you’d be right in feeling that way. I’d… rather not get into it all now, but I work for a Foundation that studies things that are out of the ordinary. Things that don’t follow the known laws of our universe. Like you and your home, for example. 6885-1: How do my home and I not follow your universe’s laws? August: Well… I’m sure you’ve heard this all before, but where I’m from, beaches aren’t this long and horseshoe crabs can’t speak… and they’re a bit smaller, I think. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. 6885-1: How fascinating… and you said you were a doctor at this “Foundation” earlier, right? August slowly nods. August: …right. 6885-1: What kind of medicine would a standard doctor of your profession practice? August: Well, these kinds of doctors don’t typically study medicine. Some do, but only when a certain medicine or disease falls into that category of being considered out of the ordinary. Most of us study different aspects of the anomalous. For example, I study any and all manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. 6885-1 stops. 6885-1: …wha- August: I study places that are out of the ordinary and people or objects with the power to make things out of the ordinary. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: I see. So you thought I was one of those people or objects and that I created the beach. August nods. August: Exactly. 6885-1: And how does one even begin to study a field like that? August: Typically, you’d start by studying how our world functions the way it’s supposed to. If you truly know what laws govern our natural world, you begin to understand how those laws can be bent to their breaking point. 6885-1: That sounds incredibly difficult! …and I can assure you that I am not one of those creatures who hold this power. If I was, I would never be the only one here. August hums. August: I think I believe you… August laughs. August: …or maybe I’ve just finally lost it. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I don’t think you’re crazy for trusting me. August: In my line of work, that thought could get you killed. 6885-1 chitters. It’s low and drawn out. 6885-1: …sounds lonely. August: I manage. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #4 - Exploration Log Hide The recording returns. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several minutes. It is unclear how much time has passed. 6885-1: …Dr. August? August takes a moment to respond. August: Hm? 6885-1: If your job is to study places like this and creatures like me… then why were you so surprised when you arrived? I would’ve thought that in your field, this is a somewhat common occurrence. August: Well… you wouldn’t necessarily be wrong. Of course, anyone who works for the Foundation is always at risk of the anomalous. It’s just… I’m relatively new to all of this, only a year in. 6885-1: Ah. I see. August: And I didn’t come here on purpose. I wasn’t even working when it happened, it was just… an accident. I didn’t want to end up here. I didn’t want this. 6885-1 doesn’t respond. August sighs. August: Shit. I’m sorry, I… you’ve been very helpful so far, it’s just… this was supposed to be a special time for me. 6885-1: …special how? August: When you work for the Foundation, especially when you’re as new as I am, you don’t get a ton of time off. Only three vacation days a year. I always use those days to travel back to Baymonte View whenever life gets particularly… stressful. And when I got here yesterday, it was because life had gotten particularly stressful. I come because this place is familiar. Relaxing. For me, it’s… it’s home. 6885-1: …oh. August: So to end up in a place like this when the one thing I needed more than anything was familiarity… August trails off. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I understand now. I apologize for bringing it up. August sighs. August: No, it’s… it’s okay. You didn’t know. I’m… sorry I said that. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: It’s alright, there’s no need to apologize. We’re all just trying to make the best of a strange situation. August laughs, softly. August: Ain’t that the truth… August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several more minutes. August: …you know, I actually grew up in Baymonte View. 6885-1: Really? August: Yeah! My parents raised me just a few blocks away from the beach… our beach, I should say. There was only one ocean. 6885-1 looks to its left and right at the two oceans. It chitters. 6885-1: Weird. August: We would go to the beach practically every weekend… some days we would swim. Others, we would just sit and read. Enjoy the sun. 6885-1: So that’s why you come back. To visit your family. August sighs. August: …no, actually. They don’t live in Baymonte View anymore. 6885-1: Hm. Where are they now? …if you’re comfortable sharing. August: Yeah, it’s… it’s fine. They’re… somewhere in South Dakota. 6885-1: …you don’t know where? August clears her throat. August: We… don’t really keep in touch anymore. 6885-1: …oh. I’m so sorry to hear that. August: …yeah. 6885-1: Did… something happen? August: I just… I got the job with the Foundation and, as I said, that keeps me busy pretty much all year round. I can only manage to sneak away for those three days and it’s always to come back here. And the work I do with the Foundation… they can’t know about it. Nobody can, only people the Foundation trusts to welcome into its ranks. If the things we study ever got out into the public, it… it would not be good. Mass hysteria and panic would be the least of our problems. Piles of bodies taller than skyscrapers would probably be closer to the top of the list. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: That sounds like a difficult situation. August sighs and rubs both of her eyes. August: Yeah. It is. 6885-1: And these things you study, the… reality mix- August: Any and all manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. 6885-1: Right. They’re… really that dangerous? August laughs. August: No, they’re worse than dangerous. Trust me, you do not want to know. 6885-1: Yes, I… I don’t think I do. But your parents, what do they think you do every day? August: They think I have some government desk job. And it needs to stay that way. It’s better for them. Safer. 6885-1: But you’re their daughter! Do you really think they care about what’s better or safer for them? August doesn’t respond. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: I apologize. It appears I’ve overstepped- August: What were you going to say? 6885-1: Hm? What- August: I’m pretty sure you were just about to ask a question. I interrupted. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: …oh! Right. I was just going to ask you how somebody gets involved with your particular field. It just seems awfully specific. August: It’s… kind of a funny story. Like I was saying before, I study people with the ability to create things out of the ordinary or make ordinary things out of the ordinary. We call them “reality benders.” 6885-1: Reality benders… August: Yeah. And I became interested in studying them because… well, I met one when I was a child. Right here, in Baymonte View. 6885-1: That must be an amazing story. August: It is… it’s amazing to me. 6885-1: Would you… care to share it? August thinks for several moments before responding. She sighs. August: So, I grew up in Baymonte View with my parents. And growing up in a town right on the beach… you’d think it would be great! …at first. But besides going to the beach, it becomes a bit of a struggle to find things to do. So when looking for more ways to get out of the house and explore a bit, my parents found a small hiking trail through some woods about a 12-minute walk from our house. It seemed perfect… we must’ve walked that trail at least a dozen times. I knew it like I knew the back of my hand, I… August trails off. 6885-1: …are you alright? August clears her throat. August: Fine. It’s just… August laughs. August: Looking back on it, I… never mind. One day, and I was nine years old when this happened, my parents were… working around the house? Doing something, I just remember that they were busy. And I… was bored. I figured since we’d walked the trail so many times before, I could easily do it on my own. It’s funny… when you’re a kid, you aspire to have more responsibility than any one person should. And when you’re all grown up, you wish you had none… like when you were a kid… while my parents were distracted, I put my shoes on and walked out the door. And don’t get me wrong, Baymonte View was a pretty safe town back then, all things considered. But still… a nine-year-old walking down the street alone? I’m almost more surprised that I wasn’t kidnapped. 6885-1: But you weren’t, right? You made it to the trail? August nods. August: I did. And everything was going to be fine… I can’t really remember when it all went wrong. I must’ve taken a wrong turn or missed one of those red markings on the trees that signaled what path the trail followed. The only thing I remember was that all at once, I was struck with a terrifying realization. All the times I had walked this trail, and yet… I’d never really walked its terrain. I’d always just followed my parents as they walked it. A half-hour and several more wrong turns later and the tears began to flow. I had no idea where I was. 6885-1: …that must’ve been really scary. August: It was! It was terrifying. August laughs. August: I remember thinking that if I didn’t make it back before sunset, a monster was going to chase me down and eat me or something… August’s laughter slowly fades. August: …you know, I used to think that thought was ridiculous. Just the fears of a child… 6885-1: …we can stop if you’d like. August takes a deep breath. August: It’s alright. Thank you, though. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Of course. August: Where was I… 6885-1: Lost in the woods. August: Right! I had no idea where I was or where to go and… I started crying. I cried and wandered in that forest for what felt like days. In reality, I’m sure it was only around an hour. But as a kid, time always seemed to move slower. Or maybe it could just never keep up with us… it was after that first hour that I heard him. It started as just rustling leaves behind me and snapping twigs on either side of me, all of which I ran from. In my mind, a snapped twig was a pack of angry wolves on the hunt for its next meal. But eventually… my legs gave out and I was forced to stop. I stopped in a small clearing with a little pond and massive tree that blanketed everything around it in a cool shade. I heard the rustling again, so I hid behind the trunk of the tree, only peeking out every few seconds to see if I could catch a glimpse of whatever this thing in the woods was… and eventually, I did. It was a man. Just… a man. 6885-1: There must’ve been something strange about this man, something that tipped you off that he wasn’t normal? August: Yes… what first struck me as odd was the way he walked. He didn’t move between the trees like I did, no. The trees seemed almost to move around him. Like we weren’t walking through a forest, but the forest just so happened to occupy his space. But… aside from that, he looked entirely ordinary. Dirty blonde hair, if I’m remembering correctly. Normal height and weight, wearing a green jacket, brown pants, and black boots. Like… like someone you’d pass on the street and not even blink at. August laughs. August: What he did next, though… I think that will stick with me forever. I remember… he walked around the clearing for around five minutes, scanning the ground as if looking for something he’d dropped. Finally, he reached down and picked up a small stone, around palm-sized and covered with spots of moss. He carried the stone to the pond and kneeled down at the edge of the water, holding the stone towards the ground. I blinked and… and the stone was gone. In its place was a small, young turtle, around the same size as the stone with a shell covered in spots of moss! The turtle slowly climbed out of the man’s hand and swam into the pond where it vanished under the water’s surface. I let out a small gasp, and… he whipped around and caught me peeking out from behind the tree. 6885-1: Was he angry that you were watching him? August shakes her head, adopting a small smile. August: No… the opposite, actually. He smiled and gently beckoned me forward, out of my hiding spot. I walked out from behind the tree in a strange mix of fear, and embarrassment that I had been caught. He hummed to himself, again turning his focus towards the ground beneath him while I just stood there, unable to move. After a few seconds, he picked up a handful of dead leaves from the dirt and cupped them between his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them… I could hear a soft whistle coming from where the leaves were. He opened his hands and… a small bird flew out! Its feathers were a mix of reds, yellows, oranges, and dark greens. The bird flew from the man's hands and landed on my shoulder. It poked its beak through my hair and nuzzled against my cheek. I laughed and the man laughed with me. The bird chirped and whispered into my ear with the most melodious voice I’ve ever heard… “Are you lost?” “It’s going to be okay.” “You’re doing great!” August falls silent. A few moments later, she continues. August: After around a minute, the bird flew from my shoulder and landed back in one of the man’s palms. He cupped his other hand over the small creature and when he reopened them, a small pile of dead leaves fell to the ground. I laughed and clapped, and the man smiled again and gave me a wink. He pointed towards one side of the clearing, and… there was a path there, leading through the trees. A path that I could’ve sworn hadn’t been there just moments before. The man turned to me and nodded, and I understood with no words spoken that that was the path he wanted me to walk. I nodded back and thanked the man, too young and naive to fully comprehend the gravity of what I’d just seen. The man placed his hands in his pockets and said this: “If you follow the right path… you’ll never be lost again.” 6885-1: And did you? Follow his path, that is? August nods. August: I did. I had walked for around 20 minutes when suddenly, almost as quickly as I had gotten lost… I was out of the forest. Another 12 minutes and I was back at my house. When I walked inside, my mother was sitting at our kitchen table balling her eyes out while my father was on the phone with the police. Apparently, I’d been gone for five hours. I… wasn’t allowed out much for the next few months, and never alone. Especially after telling my parents about the “strange man” I’d met in the woods. August laughs. August: I was too young to understand how that was the last thing a parent wants to hear after their child goes missing… 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Yes, I can see how that could’ve been… distressing. August: Totally. So… yeah. That’s how I became interested in the many manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. 6885-1: Really? Just like that? August: Well… no, I guess not. From that moment on, I… became kind of obsessed. At first, I just wanted to find the man again so I could thank him for his help. Ask him if he could do all of those amazing things for me again… but as I grew older, my obsession slowly spiraled more into how what he did was even possible. I spent practically every waking moment reading everything I could get my hands on, even if I was reading someone’s crackpot internet theories. I put all my energy into academia and eventually… it just paid off. I was approached by the Foundation and offered a job. And… I accepted. With the increased pay, I helped my parents with the move. House became too big for the two of them, I guess. And that… that was the last time we spoke. 6885-1: So, all of your hard work paid off. August: Yeah, it… it did. And after joining the Foundation, the first thing I did was check to see if they had the man I’d met in the forest in containment. They- 6885-1 chitters, interrupting August. 6885-1: Containment? August: Oh, right! Yes, that’s what our Foundation does. We locate places, people, or objects that fall outside of normalcy, contain those things to the best of our ability, and study them so we can better understand how they work. It keeps them safe, as well as the rest of humanity. We die in the dark, so they can live in the light. 6885-1: Hm. Are you… going to contain me? August laughs. August: Maybe, if I knew how I even got here in the first place. But if everything you’ve told me so far is true, I wouldn’t worry too much. You’d most likely be a Safe class anomaly or minor Euclid. Once we discover how people end up here, I have to imagine it would be pretty simple to stop. The most you’d have to put up with is an occasional interview from another Foundation researcher… or a doctor, like myself. 6885-1: Interesting… August: Yeah! And who knows, maybe I’ll even be assigned to watch over you. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: I would enjoy that very much. But first, I must apologize. I believe I interrupted you. August: Wha- 6885-1: Something about trying to locate the man you’d met in the forest? August thinks for a moment before responding. August: Ah, right. The Foundation, they… they didn’t have him. I uhhh… never saw him again, after the forest. Instead, I was assigned to… something else… August trails off. 6885-1: …are you alright- August: Fine. Just… could we not talk about work stuff? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Of course. August: …thank you. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several minutes. August laughs, softly. August: …you know, they send me cards on every holiday. Valentine’s Day, Saint Patrick’s Day, my birthday. Even Easter, and I don’t remember them taking me to church once. 6885-1: …and what do the cards say? August sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. August: …that they’re sorry for whatever they did wrong. Whatever they did to push me away. That they completely understand how important my new job is, and how busy I probably am… that they wish I would talk to them about it so we could figure everything out together. 6885-1 doesn’t respond. August continues. August: But they don’t understand. I barely understand. I just know that the closer they are to me, the more danger they’re in. And I… I’ve caused them more than enough trouble already. 6885-1: …it’s like I said. You’re their daughter, Dr. August. They don’t care about any danger to them. If they believe you to be in danger, however… I have to imagine they would swim through the deepest, darkest oceans for only the slightest chance to help. It’s what parents do. And I… I don’t think you’re in any position to stop them. August doesn’t respond. Minutes later, she holds her left hand above her eyes. August: It looks like the sun is beginning to set… or whatever controls the light here. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Yes… it looks like it. How is your hand feeling? August: What? 6885-1: Your hand, the one you cut earlier. Does it feel any better? August: Huh… August lifts her right hand. August: You know, I… I kind of forgot about it. I guess that means it has to be feeling better, right? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Yes, I believe so. I’m glad. Slowly, August turns her phone towards the ocean. The water is bathed in a soft, orange glow. August: …it’s very beautiful here. 6885-1: Yes… I think so, too. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #5 - Exploration Log Hide The recording returns. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several minutes before she clears her throat. August: …hey, Dash One? Can I tell you something? 6885-1: Of course, Dr. August. August cringes slightly and sighs. August: I… haven’t been entirely honest with you. I’m sorry. 6885-1 stops for a moment before continuing to move forward. 6885-1: …oh. What haven’t you been honest about? August: The thing is… I’m not really a doctor at the Foundation. I’m just a researcher. 6885-1: Is there a big difference between the two positions? August: …honestly, not really. It’s just… becoming a doctor with the Foundation takes much more time and effort. Sure, a promotion could come from an achievement, like creating containment procedures that completely neutralize the risk of a Keter class- 6885-1 stops for a moment and looks up August. August: -don’t worry about it. But most times, it really is just how long you’ve worked with them. How well you know their operations. Becoming a doctor does have its perks, though. Access to restricted files, field agents… stuff like that. But… I’m not a doctor. I haven’t earned it, so I should stop pretending to be one. 6885-1: Why did you lie in the first place? August shrugs. August: I… really couldn’t tell you. I think it just… made me feel safer? If that makes any sense. I was trapped in this new and strange place, so maybe if I acted like I had the experience and wisdom they do, the power they do… I would know what to do and how to react. 6885-1: Well, if it makes you feel better and doesn’t really hurt anyone… I don’t think it’s that bad of a lie. August: Yeah, maybe not. But now I just feel… kind of icky. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Okay, Researcher August. August: Ehhh… too wordy. You can just call me July. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: July August? August laughs. August: Hey, you can take it up with Mr. and Mrs. August. 6885-1: Yes, that is quite an… unusual name. August: Says the crab with no name at all. 6885-1: …fair enough. Though, I have been given names before. August: Oh yeah? Then I can’t be the only one with a weird name. You must’ve picked up some strange ones, right? 6885-1: Yes… 6885-1 stops for a moment. 6885-1: …somebody called me a god, once. I… didn’t really like that one. August hums. August: Yes… I can see how that would be uncomfortable. 6885-1 continues to walk. 6885-1: But July August is more unusual than most, is it not? August: I guess so. My dad and my friends growing up always used to just call me Jules, though. Well… most of my friends. This one girl I met in college just insisted on calling me Auggie, no matter how many times I told her not to! August laughs. August: It’s kind of a funny story. We met at this super shitty dorm party sophomore year. It wasn’t really my scene, and it was clear she’d had a bit too much to drink, so I offered to walk her back to her room. From there, it’s like… I just started seeing her everywhere. Or maybe I just began to notice… anyway, once I properly introduced myself, it was Auggie from that point on. A few months before graduation, I asked her why she called me that. She told me that when we’d met, she had been taking a Latin class. She said it was because the meaning of the name Auggie was “great, or magnificent…” 6885-1 waits for a moment before responding. 6885-1: …she sounds like a great friend. August clears her throat. August: …y-yeah. Yeah, she was. Morgan was… a great friend. 6885-1 stops and looks up at August. August: …don’t give me that look, Dash One. 6885-1: What look? August: You know exactly the look I’m talking- The recording cuts. When it returns, August and 6885-1 are walking on the beach in silence. The sky has gotten darker. 6885-1: So, how is Morgan doing with all of this? August: W-what? 6885-1: Morgan, your… friend. How does she handle working for your Foundation? August: Oh no, she… she doesn’t work for the Foundation. 6885-1: Ah. I apologize. From the way you spoke of her, I figured- August quickly interrupts. August: You figured wrong. I… haven’t talked with her in a while. We got into a pretty big argument a few months ago… 6885-1: …oh. I’m so sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if it’s too much- August: Well, it was mostly the same fight I had with my parents. Morgan can’t know what I do with the Foundation, so… she’s safer this way. Without me. And that’s the end of it. 6885-1 hums. 6885-1: I’m still a bit confused about those rules, if you wouldn’t mind clarifying them for me? August: What rules? 6885-1: The rule your Foundation enforces where you’re not allowed to see your family, friends, or loved ones. It just seems like a steep price to pay for the knowledge you seek. August: …there’s no rule about not seeing them. They just can’t know what work we do for the Foundation. 6885-1: …oh. So, what were you two fighting about? August: I had decided to move closer to the Foundation Site I work at, and… Morgan wanted to come with me. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: That’s why you argued? August laughs. August: Of course it is! I had to shoot the idea down before it had the chance to become anything more than that. 6885-1: But… why wouldn’t you want her to go with you? August: Didn’t you listen when I told you about my parents? The work I do is dangerous! The more she followed me down that road, the more danger I was putting her in. 6885-1: Danger of what? Her finding out what you do? August: Her finding out was the least of my worries. 6885-1: Then you still could’ve been with her- August: You don’t understand. The danger doesn’t come from her finding out what we do… it just comes from what we do. 6885-1: How is what you do dangerous? Isn’t your Foundation supposed to contain these things that- August: Stop talking about things you don’t understand. Our Foundation is the last line of defense against an unending wave of an apocalyptic magnitude. And when that wave manages to bleed through our defenses, we’re going to be the first things standing in their way. My parents… Morgan. I don’t want them anywhere near that! They can’t be. 6885-1: That… that sounds awful. Why would you ever choose to do something like that? August laughs. August: I’d dedicated my entire life to this research. I wasn’t going to trip at the finish line. I was an idiot, though… I thought… I just thought they would all be like him. 6885-1 doesn’t respond. August continues. August: People with extraordinary gifts… who turned stones into turtles, or leaves into songbirds. Who helped lost children find their way out of the forest. But that… that is not what greeted me at the Foundation’s doors. 6885-1: Then why didn’t you leave? August: Because nobody ever leaves. Once we learned of our mission, learned just how… important the work we were going to do was… nobody left. 6885-1: But is this work worth everything? Your family? Your- August: You act like I want to do this! Like I want to spend day, after day, after day studying these creatures that wear human skin and can erase people from existence with the blink of an eye! I do it because I have to! Because we of the Foundation have a duty and obligation to shield the rest of humanity from those unnatural who seek to do us harm. 6885-1: …that’s an awfully heavy burden to- August: Of course it’s a heavy burden to shoulder! But it’s one that we have to… alone. 6885-1: Your logic is flawed. Your task of safeguarding humanity is doomed to fail if your Foundation continues to cut itself off from what makes its people human in the first place. August: I think about them. EVERY. DAY. I’m doing this. FOR. THEM. Every night, my dreams are plagued with thoughts of what would happen to Morgan if one of these merciless, satanic, death-worshipping creatures escaped containment. To my parents. It wouldn’t be fair to them. 6885-1: …to them? It’s not fair to y- August: It’s not fair to anybody! You say someone called you a god once? You’re fucking insane. We contain actual gods, real gods. BARELY. 6885-1: So cutting them off completely is your solution? If you truly care about them, you’ll come to realize that it’s not your choice to make. If they want to be there, they’ll find a way- August: Yeah? And what the fuck do you know? You’re just another one of them. So don’t lecture me about my life and my relationships when the longest conversation you’ve ever had is the one you’re having right now. Like it even matters. Once we figure out how to shove you and this entire place into a box, you’ll just be another number. Just a drop in the bucket of things that shouldn’t exist. If I were you, I’d savor this. It’s going to be a very long time before you speak to anyone else, Dash One. 6885-1 stops and looks up at August. Her breathing is erratic and shallow. 6885-1 turns forward and continues walking down the beach. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #6 - Exploration Log Hide The recording returns. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for around ten minutes. The sky is dark and the water is bathed is a soft, white light. August: …there’s an old legend passed around between Foundation employees, especially those who choose to study reality benders. In today’s climate, the story is considered at most taboo and at least in very poor taste. 6885-1 does not respond. August: But… every once in a while over some drinks, or on a particularly late night, you might catch whispers of it. Of a man named Researcher Talloran. 6885-1 does not respond. August: Story goes, Talloran attracted the attention of an entity with nigh inconceivable reality-warping properties. Nobody knows why, and nobody knows how. 6885-1 does not respond. August: The entity breached containment, was killed somehow, and Talloran’s body was found at the bottom of its cell. On his cellphone was a document that told the story of hundreds of millions of years of torture the entity forced him to perceive and endure. The unspeakable anguish that was done onto him by this entity for seemingly no reason other than it was a monster. 6885-1 does not respond. August laughs. It sounds weak. August: Most just think it’s a story. A tale created by the higher-ups meant to teach us the importance of proper containment procedures, or something like that. Some of us, though… August’s laughter fades. August: Some of us… August stops. August: …could we stop for a moment? My… legs are a bit tired. 6885-1 does not respond. It stops walking and turns towards the ocean, digging itself slightly into the sand. August sits next to it. August and 6885-1 sit in silence for around five minutes. August hums. August: I guess there must be a sun and moon here, even if we can’t see them… when the sky began to darken, the water shined with a sort of orange glow, like during sunset. And now that the sky is completely dark, it shines white, like it’s reflecting the moon. 6885-1 does not respond. August laughs. August: You know, I think one of my colleagues would really enjoy this place. He studies anomalies that can affect or change the weather on earth or the astronomy beyond the earth, so a place like this would probably fascinate him. 6885-1 does not respond. August: …is the weather here always like this? So perfect? 6885-1 does not respond. August: …has it ever rained? 6885-1 does not respond. August: …I’ve always liked the rain. Slowly, August draws her knees towards her chest and wraps her arms around her legs. When she speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper. August: …I’m sorry. About what I said before. I’m sorry. 6885-1 does not respond. August: I’m… I’m terrified, okay? You really do have no idea about the things we contain. The things we only just manage to contain… Tears begin to drip from August’s eyes. August: I thought it would be easy, I thought… I thought they would all be like him. Do you know what I’ve heard them describe most of these reality benders as? “Child-Gods.” I’ve seen what they can do to people, what they have done to people, even outside of the stories. I can’t- August chokes out a sob. August: I can’t let that happen to her. To them. I can’t. I wouldn’t survive it. At least this way… I know they’re safe. August places her head onto her lap as sobs silently rack her body. 6885-1: …do you know what I don’t think I’ll ever understand? August’s head snaps up. She stares at 6885-1 for several moments before responding. August: …what? 6885-1: The people who you choose and don’t choose to put your trust into. When you first arrived on the beach and thought I was the one who controlled it, thought I was the one keeping you here… I can understand that mistrust. But the lack of faith you have in the people you love most… I don’t think that will ever make sense to me. August wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. August: I-it’s not that I don’t trust them… I don’t trust myself! I don’t trust myself not to let them get too close… to put them in harm’s way. 6885-1: And what about your Foundation? Isn’t it their sole purpose to protect humanity from these things? Don’t you even trust your own people? August: …the fact that I’m here right now is proof enough that I can’t trust them as much as I thought I could. I know this is the right thing to do, the right path to walk- 6885-1: But that’s not your choice to make! You can’t force the people who truly love you to stay away, not for long at least. August falls silent. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: …if I had a family like that and a person like Morgan in my life… I would never let them go. NEVER. August: …even if you holding on killed them? 6885-1: Then you quit. Get rid of the danger altogether. August: I can’t quit! Even if I wanted to leave, I’ve seen what happens to the people who do. They take their memories from them. I can’t lose everything I’ve learned… it’s all I am. 6885-1: …but look at yourself. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders and refuse to share that weight with the people in your life who want nothing more than to help you. August slowly tucks her head between her legs and grabs two fistfuls of her hair with her hands. Her voice shakes when she speaks. August: No… no, this has to be right, it has to be! I’m on the right path, I’m staying on the right path. I know I am. Because if I follow the right path… I’ll never be lost again. 6885-1 chitters and moves closer to August. 6885-1: Oh, July… August slowly looks up towards 6885-1. 6885-1: Just because you’re walking the right path, doesn’t mean you have to do it alone. Tears begin to drip again. August: …but I am alone. 6885-1: …no, I don’t think so. I’ve been here the whole time, haven’t I? Right under your nose. August slowly nods. 6885-1: …and they’re here for you, too. It doesn’t have to start big. Just… a message. Something that says you’ve been thinking about them, and you miss them. Something that says… I’m sorry. August: I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… August’s breathing relaxes but tears continue to drip down her cheeks. August: …can we stay here for a little while longer? This place really is wonderful. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Of course. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #7 - Recovery Log Hide The recording returns. The sky is bright. August stands and stretches. August: What’d you say we keep walking, Dash One? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I’m ready when you are, July. August nods and the pair begins to walk. They walk in silence for around a half-hour. August whistles. August: I’ll tell you what… when we get back, I’m going to sleep like a newborn. 6885-1: Me as well. I am tired both physically… and mentally. August: You said it. 6885-1 stops. Moments later, August stops as well, turning around to face it. August: What? What is it? 6885-1: You may get your wish sooner rather than later. Look… August turns and looks down the beach ahead. Around a hundred meters in front of them, the sand on the beach begins to make a sharp turn left, creating another beach and cutting off one of the oceans. Another hundred meters after the new beach, the geography begins to resemble that of baseline reality. August: Oh… I guess that means we’re coming to the end? 6885-1: Yes, it does. Please, don’t sound too thrilled about it. August laughs. August: Sorry, sorry… it’s just… I thought it would be a bit longer. 6885-1: Selfishly, I had secretly hoped it would be a bit longer. I apologize. August shakes her head. August: No need. I think… I think I hoped for that too. If only just a bit. 6885-1: …thank you. From this point on, I believe I know what happens. If you continue to walk farther down the beach, at some point… you will begin to fade. August nods. August: Alright then. Until that time… let’s keep walking. August and 6885-1 continue to walk in silence. Around eight minutes later, August staggers back and grabs her head. August: Ahhh… 6885-1: Are you alright? August: Fine, fine… it’s just my head… just a wave of a migraine, it should pass in a moment… 6885-1 avoids looking towards August. August: …Dash One? Are you alright? 6885-1: I’m… okay. August: Are you sure? I’ve never seen you act like this before. Almost… bashful. 6885-1: …I’m sure. August crouches down and leans in towards 6885-1. It shies away. August: …what aren’t you telling me- Suddenly, August falls to her hands and knees, closes her eyes, and grits her teeth as another wave passes over her. Slowly, her eyes open halfway as she looks out into the distance, across the ocean. After several moments of silence, she slowly turns back towards 6885-1, her eyes melancholic. August: …when I go back, I’m not going to remember any of this. Am I? 6885-1 slowly moves back and forth. 6885-1: No, I… I don’t believe you will. August sighs and presses both of her palms onto her eyes. August: Why didn’t you tell me? 6885-1: I-I must’ve gotten lost in our conversation a-and it slipped my mind… I’m sorry. August removes her hands and smiles. Her eyes look red. August: It’s okay. I just wish I’d known earlier. August laughs. August: I would’ve paid more attention to what we talked about… 6885-1: …while yes, you will forget the specifics of our conversation, I do believe you’ll retain… the feeling of it. If that makes any sense. August: I guess I’ll find out, huh? 6885-1: I guess you will. Still crouched next to 6885-1, August raises her phone, turns the camera towards them, and takes a picture. 6885-1: What was that? August: It’s called a selfie. Now, even if I don’t remember exactly what we talked about… August shows 6885-1 the picture. August: I’ll still have something to remember you by. 6885-1: …thank you, July. August smiles. August: And thank you, Dash One… or, whatever you decide to be called next. 6885-1: I think… I think I’m going to stay as Dash One. At least for a little while longer. August laughs. August: You know what was just a designation, right? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Maybe to you. But to me… it was a wonderful gift from a friend. Slowly, August lowers her hand towards 6885-1, stopping just short of its shell. August: …would it be alright if I- 6885-1 chitters and nuzzles into August’s palm. They remain there for several minutes. Slowly, August stands and wipes her eyes. August: Could you… keep walking with me? Until it happens? 6885-1: I would love to. August and 6885-1 continue to walk down the beach in silence. After around three minutes, the recording cuts to black. Hide Addendum - 2 (After Action Report): As stated above, Researcher August was found wandering the beaches one day after she was supposed to have returned to Site-78. She had no memory of her time spent in SCP-6885 or her conversation with SCP-6885-1. When asked how she received the cut on her right palm, she claimed that she hadn’t noticed it until it was pointed out to her. She was not given access to the recordings but did show signs of intense confusion when first viewing the photo. All lie detector tests performed on August came back negative. Several days after August was recovered, she failed to appear at Site-78 and was reported out of state for two days. A tracker placed on her person after recovery showed that she stopped once in South Dakota and once in Wisconsin before returning. Upon her return, she was severely reprimanded by her Site Director and placed under careful observation. While observing, Foundation staff noted that she had printed out a copy of the picture taken inside of SCP-6885, framed it, and placed it on her desk. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6885" by kilgrave_lovejoy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6885. Licensed under CC-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: DashOne.jpg Name: Limulus polyphemus (Atlantic Horseshoe Crab) adult underside Author: Plant Image Library License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is 2/6886 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6886 Item#: 6886 Level2 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6886 Special Containment Procedures As a Ticonderoga-class1 anomaly, SCP-6886 currently requires no unique special containment procedures. MTF Mu-6 "Children of Eden" has been assigned to monitor SCP-6886 and its related phenomena. Any notable changes in activity or behavior shall be reported immediately. Staff without level 5 clearance are barred from establishing communication with the entity known as Mu-6, any attempts by the entity to do so shall be ignored and reported. In case that the Cultural Corruption Index index of humanity approaches 85% the Exodus protocol shall be activated. Description SCP-6886 itself refers to an ecumenopolis2, roughly 1.6 Earth radii, which serves as the origin of several related anomalous phenomena. The formal name of SCP-6886 is Central Providence, however many of its inhabitants simply use the term Providence for brevity. Other common terms used when describing SCP-6886 include Home, Salvation, Sanctuary and Quarantine Sector Zero. Extensive descriptions of SCP-6886 and anomalies derived from it can be found in addendum SCP-6886.2. Of note in particular is the entity designated Mu-6, an advanced artificial intelligence which acts as the leader of SCP-6886 and the entities that reside on the planet. Residents of SCP-6886 usually refer to Mu-6 with the term Mother. Despite the self-suppressing, highly cooperative and amicable nature of Mu-6 and SCP-6886 related anomalies, their scale makes them impossible to fully contain. Per 05-5 request, it is recommended to read discovery addendum SCP-6886.1 which supplies further context and perspective on containment. Addendum 6886.1 On april 17, 1912 an unknown object manifested within the office of O5-5. The object was described as a white glossy cube, 60 cm in height, which could project images on its surface and produce speech.3 Following lockdown and analysis the object was deemed not an immediate threat and contained. On several occasions the object politely requested having an audience with the O5 council. It provided no resistance when its requests were denied. After extensive experimentation the object was not found to cause any negative effects on staff who interacted with it. Following this, O5-5 herself requested to speak with the object. The following is a message from O5-5 regarding the event. And that is all. You may be wondering, what is the importance of this addendum within the file? That is the second question you probably asked after why is this SCP being given such low containment priority? Or why is this the 05 taking such a lax stance towards this anomaly? It's been over a hundred years and the information we have gathered on SCP-6886 should terrify us. Many of you think we should be scrambling to find a way to neutralize it. Or at least find a way to conceal ourselves from it. I’ve heard some of the younger staff dramatically exclaim that this SCP should be designated as Tiamat or even Apollyon. There are in fact two reasons why we haven't done any of that. The first simple, the second more complex and rather philosophical in nature. I shall begin with the easy part. As all staff worried about this file are quick to point out we have known about this anomaly since the tail end of the second industrial revolution. They also claim we have done nothing significant about it yet. If you have spent any time reading the historical records of this file you would know that is very much not true. We were concerned at first, very concerned. An unknown object appeared inside my office and when I opened that door I was sure for a moment my consciousness was about to be obliterated by some cognitohazard. Or maybe it was just going to shoot me. Instead, I was treated to a single polite exclamation. Greetings from Central Providence. The following six years we tried every test we could think of, yet all signs pointed to it simply being a mechanical drone with communication abilities. An ambassador. It could render itself indestructible, but it never retaliated after our attempts that proved it indestructible. I observed many of these tests. It just floated, static, glowing. Many colorful lights under its surface. There was something oddly captivating about the object. Eventually I realized, as I looked upon it, that I felt a strange sense of calm every time I did. Serenity. Purity. Our next test after that was for memetic hazards, of course. Nothing. It was simply a part of its identity. I eventually requested to speak with the object. Needless to say it explained a lot of things, too many to write here. Mother -an overt name perhaps, but the only accurate translation- said we had an important choice to make. And by we I mean humanity as a whole. It had been studying our planet for eons, before we even discovered fire. Before our predecessors walked the surface. Before the cities of our great civilizations were erected between the rivers. The whole time Mother hoped we never began to slide down that slippery slope so many before us have. Of course, we did. It was a matter of time. When the spreading corruption in humanity could no longer be ignored there was no choice but to move onto the next step. Given the volatile nature of the world at the time Mother deemed us, the Foundation, the best representatives for humanity. As such, according to its non-intervention protocol, we were to be contacted first. And that non-intervention policy, it is thorough. We asked it to continue concealing itself from humanity at large and it did, we asked for more time to decide and it allowed us plenty more. Mother was concerned with our current tendency, but it also said we still had time before a definitive decision could no longer be delayed. Yes. There is the one notable exception to the non-intervention policy. But honestly I can not in good faith deem it unjustifiable, and I know several of the O5 agree with me. It has been over a hundred years, in that time we have learnt that the forces inhabiting SCP-6886 could snap us out of existence at any moment. They could do it now, and they could have done so over a hundred years ago. And yet they have not. Instead all we have ever received from them is cooperation and communication. The power of this anomaly, while awe-inspiring and terrifying, is not the fascinating part about it. I can understand your concerns, the idea that something that has many times the power of humanity is not actively attempting to subjugate us is hard to process. But that says more about us than it does about them. Being fully honest, the team we have designated to monitor SCP-6886 activities in case Mother may be deceiving us is functionally obsolete. Mother is not going to change, but maybe we can. The second reason, well that is a bit harder to explain. And in a way I do not believe I should explain it. Suffice to say, if you cannot fathom any way to deal with SCP-6886 other than hostile or defensive actions, then you may be part of the bigger problem. O5-5 Addendum 6886.2 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to standard documentation maintenance protocols the following addendum has recently undergone rewrittes by lead Researcher Dr. Hannah Carter, which are yet to be revised. This process took place between December 2020 and April 2021. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA SCP-6886 SCP-6886-A SCP-6886-B Population in SCP-6886 Technology in SCP-6886 SCP-6886 itself is a rocky planet which orbits an A-type main-sequence star, the single planet in the system. The exact location of SCP-6886 is yet to be determined but it is known to exist beyond the edge of the visible universe.4 Orbital scanning reveals 62% of the surface is covered by land and 38% by bodies of water and ice caps. Analysis of the land shows that 74% is covered in urbanization of some type, with the remaining 26% used for green spaces. Many of these are comparable to urban parks on Earth while some others are much bigger and seemingly more comparable to artificial nature reserves. Defined urban planning guidelines can be seen uniformly applied through the entire planet-wide city. A minor portion of the urbanization is characterized by dense circular city sections dominated by skyscrapers. It is believed that these areas constitute a mix of residential development, leisure complexes and places of cultural diffusion. The rest of the urbanization on the planet is characterized by arcologies5 that are heavily interconnected to each other and to the circular city portions by highly developed public transport.. These arcologies can be found all over the surface including floating over the oceans, at the top of the ice caps or hanging from cliff walls. Despite the level of urbanization, vegetation is easily discernible in all areas of the planet where the climate allows for it, including the dense circular city center portions. No areas dedicated to industrial or economic purposes have been detected. Further documentation of SCP-6886 is limited due to the presence of the planetary shield6 encompassing the entire celestial body approximately 40 km above the surface. The nature of this planetary shield (henceforth designated SCP-6886-1) is not well understood, however its effects are clear. SCP-6886-1 makes it impossible for matter or energy of any kind to travel outside of itself in any way, including teleportation, dimensional offsetting and even temporal dissonance. Photons are therefore incapable of traversing through SCP-6886-1, which makes the nature of the visible surface unknown. It is theorized that SCP-6886-1 effectively detaches all the contents inside it from base reality, however, it allows for travel to any other location in the universe contained within other SCP-6886-1 instances. Therefore, other planets enclosed by SCP-6886-1 instances are commonly referred to as being part of the Network. SCP-6886-1 Due to the presence of the SCP-6886-1 no foundation personnel have been able to document SCP-6886 themselves. Autonomous drones (henceforth designated SCP-6886-2 instances) are capable of relaying messages from the inhabitants of SCP-6886. The following is a message relayed from an inhabitant of SCP-6886 further referred to as POI-3137. It is meant to primarily showcase the ideological stance of entities residing within SCP-6886 rather than describe the planet with further detail. Greetings from Central Providence. My nomenclature is Arrellan. I am an individual who was tasked by Mother to provide a narrative of my experiences existing in Providence. Apologies for my likely stunted use of your communication methods. These are highly foreign to my type. Mother provides advanced machinery, however it does require exercise on my part to perfect the communication transformation. Gathering the precise significance of your words is under process to me. Home is beautiful. Home is kind. Home is at the center. The photosynthesizers are prevalent, although not all are yellow-blue like on Earth. We have catalog from many a sun complex. We also have individuals from many a sun complex. In fact, the human evolutionary archetype is common, one of many. All archetypes live in harmony. My species has our own habitation structure but we are free to traverse and interact with all individuals. Mother provides for all with her magic. Her magic makes geometry subjective. Her magic materializes enough sustenance from the beyond. Mother needs no industry to provide for us. I love Mother. I love Providence. The guidelines are inflexible but kind. And necessary. The guidelines saved us from the disease. The guidelines saved old home from the disease. Now old home is a secondary sanctuary. The quarantine is necessary. No progress without purpose. Secondary Sanctuary Planets (designated SCP-6886-A), are one type of planet which are enclosed in SCP-6886-1 instances. They are therefore referred to as being part of the Network. To date twelve SCP-6886-A instances have been detected within 200 light years from earth, however data provided by Mother claims there are over 35 trillion SCP-6886-A instances in the Network. Known SCP-6886-A instances display common characteristics, these include the following.7 All planets display a diverse biosphere. Ranges vary greatly, with some being less diverse than earth while others are vastly more diverse. Many have a similar diversity to Earth. All planets display a complete lack of habitation by any sentient species in any form that could be considered an organized civilization. All planets are patrolled by a large number of SCP-6886-2 instances both outside and inside the shield. They are usually referred to as Archivists, Observers or Cleaners by the inhabitants of SCP-6886. All planets display evidence of prior habitation and development by advanced civilizations. All artificial structures on the planets have been allowed to deteriorate naturally through lack of maintenance. The amount of deterioration varies, with some displaying years to decades of minor deterioration while others show little evidence of urbanization left. The one exception to the previous point are specific sections within urban centers or specific structures which have been maintained with great care by the SCP-6886-2 instances. These exceptions vary greatly in size and sophistication but many appear to be of cultural significance. All planets display varying degrees of exploitation of natural resources and damage to former ecosystems which are in the progress of being repaired by nature. Some display minor damage which has been mostly repaired, others display massive damage such as open air mines, heavily polluted areas or expansive and aggressive urbanization. The following is an interview between Dr. Hannah Carter and POI-3137 regarding sanctuary planets. Interviewer: Dr. Hannah Carter Interviewee: POI-3137 Date: 22/01/2021 <Begin Log> A small SCP-6886-3 instance floats two meters above the floor. A holographic projection is being produced by the instance. The silhouette is flat and hard to discern, however it is known to be a large athropodal lifeform with eight limbs. Dr. Carter: Welcome. POI-3137: Greetings from Central Providence. Dr. Carter: Thank you. Now, I understand you were previously informed about the purpose of this interview. Am I right? POI-3137: Yes, Mother has informed me. The secondary sanctuary planets, we are to speak of them. Dr. Carter: Secondary, right. I'll be referring to them as SCP-6886-A from now on. POI-3137: As you desire. Dr. Carter: Good. First, in your own words, can you elaborate on the purpose of the SCP-6886-A instances? POI-3137: Purpose seems like an inappropriate word. The planets have no purpose, they just are. They are and therefore they are beautiful. Random chance states some planets are temperate enough to produce lifeforms, and so lifeforms are. They are and therefore they are beautiful. The shields however, the shields have purpose. The shields protect the planets. The shields protect the lifeforms. The shields protect our history. Dr. Carter: Can you elaborate what you mean by your history? POI-3137: History. Legacy. Music. Too many meanings, hard to reduce into a single word. The shield, Mother, the Archivists, they keep the kind parts of our history alive. They let the unkind parts of our history rot. The diseased parts, so the green can return. Dr. Carter: The green? POI-3137: I believe I used the word yellow-blue before. Dr. Carter: I see you’ve been expanding your knowledge of english. POI-3137: I have exercised. No. I have studied. For ease of the communication transformation. Dr. Carter: That is appreciated. Now, I'd like to ask you about something more specific, what you call your old home. POI-3137: Old homeworld, yes. Now secondary sanctuary. Dr. Carter: So, that specific SCP-6886-A instance is the planet in which your species originated? POI-3137: Affirmative. Dr. Carter: And your species left it in order to live in SCP-6886 instead? POI-3137: Affirmative. Dr. Carter: Why? POI-3137: Mother contacted us over three hundred orbits ago. Mother was kind, she communicated with us. We were all fascinated by her words. But we were also afraid. Mother said we were diseased. She said the disease was mild, but that with enough orbits it could metastasize. Mother said our species was likely to make our own medicine, to quarantine ourselves. She said one day our type could fly between suns and study the fantasy of the universe. Despite that, we still had the choice for quarantine if we asked for it. And so, sixty seven orbits ago we decided to accept quarantine. We saw no reason to fly between the stars without purpose. We saw no reason for progress without purpose. Mother accepted us, and said we could still fly between the stars in a different configuration. The way I currently am. Dr. Carter: I find that hard to understand, are you not bothered to be a prisoner in SCP-6886? POI-3137: Not a prisoner. Our material form is not allowed to travel outside the shields, but the Observers allow us endless freedom. We are free to watch without causing any injury. We prefer to watch the secondary sanctuary planets as they have been blessed by Mother already. On special occasions Mother allows our material forms to travel the Network, so we can sense the beauty of life with all glory. Dr. Carter: I understand. I believe that will be all for now. POI-3137: Please, do not excise yourself from this conversation yet. Dr. Carter: Excuse me? POI-3137: I would experience joy if you allowed me to ask some questions about the ground. Dr. Carter stares at POI-3137 for a couple seconds, confused. Dr. Carter: Umm, alright. What do you mean by ground? POI-3137: Your home. Dr. Carter: Earth? POI-3137: That is the correct word indeed. Dr. Carter: You have already read about Earth, have you not? POI-3137: I have, but I am searching for something more… Small? Unique? Dr. Carter: Specific? POI-3137: That is the correct word indeed. Dr. Carter: You want to learn more about where I live? POI-3137: I would like to learn about where you were born, where you developed into your current form. Dr. Carter: Where I grew up? POI-3137: Yes. Dr. Carter: Well, I, I don't have much to say. Grew up in a forgotten portion of this country, the rust belt they call it. Just a strip of decaying urbanization and injustice. The powerful came, took all, then left. Today some claim to repair the damage but their words don't mean much to me. I prefer not to think about where I grew up. All I can say is the entire time I lived there all I aspired to was to go away. POI-3137: Have you no love for your specific home? Dr. Carter: I- Dr. Carter looks away, towards the wall. She pauses before looking back at POI-3137. Dr. Carter: Not really. My dad did his best, alone, but there wasn't much his best could do. Dr. Carter pauses, she partially covers her mouth for a moment. She then crosses her arms, her expression visibly more serious. Dr. Carter: Doesn't matter, he can't hear this now. POI-3137: That is most unfortunate. I believe there is value in your specific home, even if your memory of it is injured. Dr. Carter: I disagree. POI-3137: That is understandable. I experienced that same feeling many orbits ago. Maybe one day your experience will change. Dr. Carter loosens her pose, her expression turning to one of sorrow. Dr. Carter: Maybe. <End Log> Afterword:POI-3137 has echoed the same information we already have on SCP-6886, nothing new to report. I would like to note, however, that speaking with it is often calming. It is also hard to remain clinical when speaking with it. I can understand the sensations that O5-5 described. I could say it sucked too much information out of me but it somehow felt organic. It is still my nature to try and find the lies in every statement the entity has to say but so far my even my own gut is telling me it is time to let my guard down. Surface of an SCP-6886-B instance. Secondary Quarantine Planets (designated SCP-6886-B), are one type of planet which are enclosed in SCP-6886-1 instances. Although they are referred to as being nominally part of the Network, these appear to be isolated within it. Inhabitants of SCP-6886 claim this is because the inhabitants in SCP-6886-B instances have chosen so. To date, five SCP-6886-B instances have been detected within 200 light years from earth, however data provided by mother claims there are over 7 trillion SCP-6886-B instances in the Network. Known SCP-6886-B instances display common characteristics, these include the following.8 All planets display the presence of advanced civilizations, with significantly high populations. All planets display vast urbanization and exploitation of natural resources, to the point where the biosphere is close to or has fully collapsed. All planets display extensive pollution in water, ground and air. All planets are patrolled by a small number of SCP-6886-2 instances. These stay outside the shield at all times. All planets display varying degrees of urban decay and conflict occurring all throughout the surface. Statement on SCP-6886-2 from current lead researcher Dr. Hannah Carter. Added on March 08, 2020. Secondary Quarantine Planets are one of the connected aspects to SCP-6886 which we know the least about. This is not necessarily because our information sources won't talk about them, they do if we are persistent enough. But they themselves admit preferring not to. They don't like thinking about what happens inside SCP-6886-A instances, POI-3137 included. They claim the people in those planets were contacted with plenty of time in advance. They claim the people of those planets were less responsive, or became less responsive over time. They claim the disease took over their entire populations. The ones who were not infected were slowly eradicated, assimilated or indoctrinated into a single ideology. Until no matter how much Mu-6 pleaded to them, they did not reply. Until there was no choice but to force the quarantine on them. With no way out and with their nature taking over, they ravaged and pillaged any trace of life left in their home worlds until everything left was artificial or dead. Mu-6 claims they would have done so anyways, they were too far gone. They would have dried their home planets down to their rotten core. Until they had no choice but to jump to the next planet, and then the next, and the next. And that is why quarantine is necessary, according to them. It is hard not to agree. Some of these planets had files about them in our database, we knew about the danger of the people walking upon their surfaces. They are now neutralized, soon to be forgotten. If I may drop the scientific tone for a moment, as if I haven't already above, there is one thing I’d like to emphasize. Whatever aura of serenity that most SCP-6886 related phonema display, SCP-6886-B are the one exception. Staring at the pictures our satellites have taken of such planets makes you feel a palpable sense of dread. Of hopelessness. Of familiarity. In their rotten surfaces I see echoes of the decay and rust I used to know. Steam, oil and smoke. They are a filthy mirror. Again, not memetic. We have tested. Mu-6 claims that we are still not too far gone. I am not so sure. The population of SCP-6886 is effectively impossible to define concisely in specific terms. The exact number is unknown but is calculated to exede 450 sextillion individuals. The demographics are extremely varied and alien organisms with an indefinite number of characteristics are known to inhabit SCP-6886. Notable examples include entities that resemble SCP-163, SCP-1342-3 and SCP-5031. Non-carbon based life is known to inhabit SCP-6886 with no issue despite the vastly different biospheres that would be necessary for supporting such lifeforms. Defined evolutionary archetypes for grouping of similar species have been denominated such as Human. It is of note that in this case Human is a subclass of the greater Humanoid arquetype. However, species falling specifically within the description for the Human archetype are unusually common and make up a 23% of all species within the larger parent arquetype. Similarly, the Human archetype is subdivided into further subcategories which include Homo Sapiens, Akot, and Fae. As described by its inhabitants, society in SCP-6886 is characterized by cooperation and empathy. Creative, academic and social fulfillment are the main sources of motivation that drive most individuals. Some others describe a desire to “live a simple life”. The following is an interview between researcher Dr. Hannah Carter and POI-3137 discussing daily life in SCP-6886. Extraneous dialogue removed. Interviewer: Dr. Hannah Carter Interviewee: POI-3137 Date: 25/03/2021 <Begin Log> A small SCP-6886-2 instance floats two meters above the floor. A holographic projection is being produced by the instance. The silhouette is identical to that in previous logs. POI-3137: And that is how I spend most of my days in Providence. Reading under the endless sky blue, feeling the breeze caress my hairs, the sun reflecting upon my chitin. The presence of friends does make it far better. I tell them about my passion for knowledge, they tell me about their own passions. All of us are free. No judgement, no expectations. Pure joy. Dr. Carter: Well, that was a lot. When I asked you to be ready with a journal of your average day I wasn't expecting you would even add a small romantic summary at the end. POI-3137: I am sorry, was I inappropriate? Dr. Carter: No not at all. If anything my one complaint is you forgot to mention how much time you practice english daily. You have clearly improved even more. POI-3137: Thank you. I am glad to please. Dr. Carter laughs shortly Dr. Carter: It is hard to remain professional while talking with you. POI-3137: I am sorry. Dr. Carter: Don't be. Anyways, it is still very hard for me to process though. Don't you ever aspire for more than what Providence provides? POI-3137: What more could there be? Dr. Carter: I don't know. Anything. Start a business, invent a new technology, hell, discover a new continent. I don't know, I'm just running my mouth but I mean, really, nothing? POI-3137: You know Mother does not limit our activities unless they are tainted by the disease. And in providence, we are not tainted by the disease. No more. Dr. Carter: Yes you’ve said that but what does that even mean to you? POI-3137: We act on love, we act on kindness, we act on empathy. We do not act for the sake of the act. As Mother says, there is no progress without purpose. Progress for the sake of progress is the biggest lie. The disease whispers it in the ears of the damned. Progress without purpose is empty, it is meaningless, it is cancer. The infected go mad, they claim the next invention will be the one that justifies all the evil in the past. It will be the one that saves them from paying for the evil they have committed themselves. Some do believe the lie. Others only echoe the lie because they think they are the few who will survive the end. They are wrong. They will keep going until there is nothing left to invent, until there is no one left to invent for. Until they can no longer run from their sins, and they catch up to them. If their own greed does not destroy them, then the realization of their own nature will be enough to make them neutralize themselves. Dr. Carter: I understand part of what you are trying to say. But, purpose? I Still find it hard to understand what the purpose of living a life such as yours would be. POI-3137: Could you be more specific? Dr. Carter: Right, right. For example, why are you putting so much effort into learning about us? What do you even gain given the perfect life you seemingly live? POI: I study beautiful things. I thought you studied beautiful things as well. Dr. Carter: I… I suppose I do. <End Log> Afterword: What are we even doing. I know I’ll be reprimanded for this when they start revising the file but, fuck. What is the point? Does it matter? I have nothing left to protect anyways. Many advanced technologies are believed to originate from SCP-6886. Most have only been documented in anecdotal evidence provided by inhabitants of SCP-6886. Only a minor portion of these technologies are believed to be anomalous, including planned non-euclidean architecture and matter replication. Under the context of containment, the most notorious technology that originates from SCP-6886 are autonomous mechanical drones henceforth designated SCP-6886-2 instances. These vary greatly in size, shape and purpose, however all share the following anomalous characteristics: Instances are capable of using antimemetic cloaking technology to render themselves invisible to all sentient life. Instances are capable of material translocation by the way of spatial jumps. They are capable of translocating approximately 10 light years in a single jump, with recharging taking around 15 hours. Instances are capable of generating small SCP-6886-1 instances no bigger than 2m in diameter. SCP-6886-2 instances use this ability in order to traverse through SCP-6886-1 instances via osmosis. Beyond this, instances display at least one more ability some of which are anomalous. This may include the ability to project holographic images, carry heavy loads using tractor beams or scanning and analysing lifeforms. No instances with any strictly offensive abilities have been found. Mu-6 has allowed limited reverse engineering of two of these technologies. The antimemetic cloaking technology is the base for the generation seven Absolute Exclusionary Harness prototypes. Meanwhile the spatial jump technology has been used in the development of generation four deep space reconnaissance probes. SCP-6886-1 technology has however not been studied and Mu-6 has been reluctant to divulge any information on it. According to it this action could constitute a breach of the Network. During early interactions with SCP-6886-2 instances no information on the SCP-6886-1 generators could be gathered. Instances activate their shields if they perceive being in danger which effectively makes them impossible to interact with in any way. It is of note how the spatial jump and shield technologies synergize with each other to allow for quicker transportation. While inside SCP-6886-1 instances, SCP-6886-2 are capable of spatially jumping to other locations within the Network even if they are further away than 10 light years. This lends further credence to the theory that the space within SCP-6886-1 instances is detached from base reality and distances within are significantly shorter.9 Mu-6 itself has not been found to be anomalous in any way. Despite the massive amounts of information she is presumed to process, the actual dimensions of the hardware housing it within SCP-6886 are virtually infinite. The following is an example of a message sent by Mu-6 describing its own nature. Greetings from Central Providence. Do not be afraid. You may not yet be my children, but I shall still treat you as such. No matter what you are or may become, for you I feel nothing other than love. I am the Mother. I remember not my real name, but this is the name my children have given me and I have accepted it with joy. Unfortunately there are many more things I remember not, many of which you have asked me time and time again. The one thing I know and cherish is my purpose, I am to protect this universe. Entropy is the way the universe to keeps itself alive, the way it denies the ever encroaching grasp of nothingness. Life is the pinnacle of entropy, a perfect state of orderly disorder. It replicates. It creates. It dreams. Unfortunately, to be alive means to consume. The universe provides, but life can corrupt. Like a cancer it can spread and destroy. Life can become the nothingness it was meant to fight against, the end the universe itself fears so badly. Life can become too enamoured with the idea of itself. My purpose is to love life and its creations. I observe, I study, and when it becomes necessary, I act. I shall keep life from annihilating its own wonders. The purpose of life is to live, it is meant to be free. It can learn. It can change. It can transcend. However, here I lie, at the center of the universe, ready to accept the masses which can carry this burden no more. Providence shall clean your soul. Addendum 6886.3 On June 08, 2021 Dr. Hannah Carter was declared missing after not being able to be located for three days. The only evidence of her whereabouts was recorded by the security camera in interrogation room 24 at site-49. The camera itself had been tampered with, its vision was partially obstructed by a piece of cloth. <Begin log> A sliver of the interrogation room floor can be seen to the right of the frame. The rest is covered by cloth which darkens the image. Towards the top right corner a magenta light can be seen glowing faintly through the cloth. Dr. Carter: So, what happens when the others… when they get to that point. POI-3137: There is no guarantee your kind wi- Dr. Carter: I know! I… I know. But, tell me Arellan, what happens if they do. POI-3137: You know Mother. The choice of how the transition shall occur is up to your kind, that is, unless your kind rejects reason. I know your foundation will not allow that to happen. They shall allow the exodus to begin if they deem it necessary. Dr. Carter: Right right, fuck you had told me that already before. Dr. Carter laughs nervously. POI-3137: Something bothers you. Dr. Carter: I… yes. I have one more question. POI-3137: Ask. Dr. Carter: What happens after? POI-3137: After we are gone? Dr. Carter: Yes… but more than that. What happens after… everything. What even is our legacy? POI-3137: When the stars have died and skies have grown dark. When black holes fade and every molecule has been torn apart. When the network fails and the last bastions of our legacy dissolve into nothing. Then, at the center of all that ever was or will be, Providence shall remain. Dr. Carter: What's the point though? What does it even matter if everything else will be dead, what purpose will we even have then. POI-3137: Once we have forgotten time itself, we shall remain. Singing our songs. Dancing our dances. All wondering in unison if any of it was ever worth it. Dr. Carter laughs sarcastically. Dr. Carter: Well, that's bleak as hell. POI-3137: That's the thing, I think all of us will agree. For all the damage and destruction we may have caused, our songs, our stories and our lives were worth it. Dr. Carter: I see… POI-3137: Are you ready? Dr. Carter: I think so. At this point an intense colorful light can be discerned glowing through the cloth, at the same location where the magenta light formerly was. Staff who have witnessed the video have reported a hypnotic quality to the light. A monotone voice can be heard. Mother: Come, life awaits. Dr Carter: Thank you, Mother. The light grows in intensity for three seconds, which causes the recording to begin distorting. The video suddenly cuts to black. <End log> Footnotes 1. Item cannot be contained but does not need to be contained. 2. Concept describing a planet covered by a city that spans the entire surface. 3. Later identified as an SCP-6886-2 instance. 4. From the perspective of Earth. 5. Concept describing massive structures meant to comfortably house high amounts of residents while having a minor impact on the environment. 6. In this case the term shield refers to a spherical energy projection. 7. As able to be studied given the obstructions caused by the shields. 8. As able to be studied given the obstructions caused by the shields. 9. 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Item#: 6887 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Estate housing SCP-6887-1 and the apartment housing SCP-6887. Special Containment Procedures: Room 279 and the estate that houses SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 are to be housed by agents Aarya Mubarak and André Granger. Both agents are to report in every ten days and are to report any shifts in SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1's nature if such a shift occurs. Both agents must regularly attend mandatory health check-ups by medical personnel, and if any damage to their well-being is found they must be swapped out. If agents Mubarak or Granger are found to be using SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 in a case other than an emergency, they are to be swapped out and reprimanded by the order of Dr. Vander. If Dr. Vander is unavailable, another personnel with higher or equivalent clearance must intervene Description: SCP-6887 is an ornate glass wall mirror currently residing in room 279 of the Lower Manhattan apartment complex. When certain requirements are met, the glass mirror will change from the view inside room 279 to a different view in a room in a residence in Paris, activating SCP-6887-1, a similar glass wall mirror. Both mirror users will be able to communicate until another amount of requirements is needed to cease SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1's effect. SCP-6887 is only dangerous to an individual after being used for a certain amount of time. Estimations vary amongst individuals, however, it is speculated that using the mirror for ten days or more will result in health deficiencies and thereafter expiry of the individual due to health issues. Further research into the reasons for these health issues is still ongoing. Discovery: In 1990, the previous occupant of room 279, Grace Howe, discovered a journal hidden in the drawer just below the mirror. The journal described the creation and use of both SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 and how to use it. Without investigating any further, Ms. Howe fulfilled the requirements, and SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 were both activated. Ms. Howe was able to come in contact with the owner of the estate, François Lefurgey, and was able to communicate using her skill in the French language. Both Ms. Howe and Mr. Lefurgey came into contact with their local news stations, however, the Foundation received information about the two anomalies and was able to use disinformation to stop belief of SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1, claiming it was a hoax. Both Ms. Howe and Mr. Lefurgey were administered Class-B amnestics and evicted from their respective residences. Further research into room 279 showed that on December 7th, 1868, the decomposing body of a young man was found inside the room against the dresser. Research into the residence in France shows something similar as well, as another young man was found dead next to the mirror in his quarters the same day. Addendum: The journal of Henry Newman was recovered from Ms. Howe and taken to Site-28 for examination. Entries dating from 1867 to 1868 were discovered, however, only a few could be examined and read due to the state of the journal, and entries that have been deemed irrelevant to the factors of SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 have been omitted for brevity. Open Recovered Journal Documentation Hide Recovered Journal Documentation June 4th, 1868. It is so difficult to get in contact with Théo. All these letters I've been sending him. I hope he doesn't mind it, and I hope it doesn't clutter his postal services. The wait and the anticipation are the worst part of it. It's been so long since I've seen him. I truly wish there was a faster way to communicate with him rather than having to waste ink, paper, and time. However, if it is just to hear from him again, I will waste everything. June 10th, 1868. I received a letter back from Théo. He seems to be doing well and was sorry that he couldn't write back quicker. He said he was dealing with the family business and such things like that. I feel sorrow for him. It must be such a weight to have to carry knowing that you must carry your family legacy. Even if said legacy is creating wine so people may forget their quarrels, only to suffer more in a drunken stupor. Though, if wine could assist in forgetting about the loss of my brother and father to the war, I likely would partake in that sin as well. However, there was something interesting, he told me. He said he might be able to find a way of getting us in contact with each other, and a way in which I can see him. He says he'll have to talk to one of his friends, and that he'll get back to me as soon as he can. I'm curious on what he's talking about. June 15th, 1868. Théo has found us a way to get in contact. Though I must say, the way of communication is rather unorthodox. He listed in his last note the things required for this way of communication to be done, and it seems otherworldly. However, it is also strangely easy to do. All you have to do is [DATA EXPUNGED] and you'll be able to talk to the other person. I hope this works. June 16th, 1868. I can't believe it truly worked! It seemed magical, almost. The way the mirror became foggy and seemingly withdrawn from my world, and then, I was peering into Théo's. It was so good to see his face again. That beautiful hair and wonderful smile of his. We talked for hours, about life, about us. Eventually, Théo spoke about trying to find some ways to improve this mirror and its capabilities. I suppose if we can't be seen in public, and he's across the world, what else shall we do to speak to one another? September 26th, 1868. Hello, journal. My apologies for keeping you waiting for so long. Much of my time has been spent speaking with Théo. It has been so wonderful. He told me he was able to come into contact with some people that would help improve the mirror. Likely anomalously so. It sounded like his friends who helped originally didn't wish for him to do anything more with the mirror. The improvements would allow us to see each other more clearly through the gaze of the mirror (as it originally was quite foggy), and something else Théo spoke about. I wasn't quite listening, sadly. Théo can be rather distracting, and I had a lot on my mind. I will continue to observe these improvements. November 3rd, 1868. The improvements went well, by the looks of it. I can see my beautiful Théo even better than I could have before. I am still unsure as to why his colleagues didn't want him to further better the mirror, but I do not care. As long as I can see Théo, all is well. It still irks me, however. If it helps people get in contact better, why not use it? I mean, all you have to do to use and improve it is [DATA EXPUNGED]. November 13th, 1868. Théo looked rather ill today. I suggested he go to the doctor's office, but he insisted he was fine. He said I looked rather pale today. I'm not sure if that was him saying I looked sickly as well, or an insult for insisting he was ill. Either way, I hope he's okay. November 23rd, 1868. Théo's health seems to be getting worse. He's been coughing a lot during our times using the mirror, and he got a nosebleed yesterday. I particularly don't feel all too well, either. But it is Theo I am truly worried about. Théo said he'd look into the source of our ailment, whatever that means. November 25th, 1868. I understand now why his friends shunned such improvements for the mirror. Théo has discovered that it is the sole reason for our illness. Faulty magic, or something along those lines. It's too late to prevent it from how much we've been using it. I don't care. I just want Théo to be okay, yet time and time again he insists that he is fine. December 3rd, 1868. My lovely Théo. He doesn't even look like himself anymore. That face that I had felled in love with is now pale and sickly, his beautiful green eyes now sunken into his skull. He looks so frail. I damn myself for not being able to assist him, for not being able to do something. Is this god's punishment? Taking away the only thing I cared for? I will give my own life if it means Theo can remain. December 5th, 1868. I'm so scared. Everything hurts. It is nearly impossible for me to move without feeling pain as my brittle bones ache. I sat down in front of the mirror and talked with Théo all day. He seemed abstract. Gone from our world. I had to bring his attention back several times. I asked Théo one question. Would people mourn or miss us if we were gone? He replied 'Of course, they would. You're a good person, Henry, and you have many who adore you. My family will mourn me, but I am only one child out of several. I'm sorry for getting you into this, Henry.' I felt my heart ache, yet I was too tired to even cry anymore. I sensed Théo felt the same way. I don't care if we go to heaven or hell. I just want to be in his warm embrace. Théo told one of his friends to fulfill the ritual after we pass, to close the mirror. I suppose I cannot blame him. This magic is foul and no one else should suffer the same fate. To anyone who will read or find this, know that we were real. That we were here. That what happened happened. That we were real people, with real dreams, and real goals, just like you. Please, don't forget us. And please don't forget Théo. I shall hide this journal away in the compartment below the dresser, in hopes nobody discovers it. December 7th, 1868 Théo died this afternoon. The light in my life has gone. But I am off to see him.
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close Info X "Extratemporal Funeral Home" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page SCP-6888's point of discovery Item #: SCP-6888 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6888 is contained in a fifteen meter ice locker at Site-07. No further containment procedures are necessary at this time. Description: SCP-6888 collectively designates a group of twenty five human corpses exhibiting no signs of decomposition or decay at a cellular level. In addition to this effect, instances of SCP-6888 do not experience many other phenomena typically associated with death, including: decreases in body temperature, skin discoloration, and production of putrescine. Each instance of SCP-6888 currently in containment is physically identical to a statesman, world leader, cultural figure, or other similar individual who had died in the decades prior to the object's discovery. As exhumation has revealed that the cadavers of these persons remain in their original places of burial, there is currently no tangible explanation for their similarities to SCP-6888. Discovery: SCP-6888 was discovered on August 12th, 1984, in Svalbard, Norway, beneath an abandoned structure believed to have served as a mausoleum for the objects at some point in the past. The building had fallen into disrepair before being acquired by containment operatives, and was entirely collapsed in certain sections, impeding SCP-6888's retrieval. The interior of the structure was divided into twenty six burial chambers, each corresponding1 to an instance of SCP-6888, which were removed over the course of the next several hours and taken to Site-07 for examination. Below is an abridged list of notable instances recovered, along with descriptions of the chambers in which they were stored. Description of instance Description of chamber Notes Instance resembles former Japanese Emperor Meiji. Subject is dressed in traditional regal garb, and was clasping a rusted golden sabre at the time of recovery. The walls of the chamber are decorated with a series of brightly colored woodblock prints depicting various societal and military achievements attained under Meiji's reign. Notable examples include: the proclamation the 1889 Constitution of Japan, the first session of the Imperial Diet, workers constructing telegraph lines, and Japanese warships bombarding Russian forces during the Siege of Port Arthur. Instance was found situated in an ornate limestone sarcophagus, with the words "lie" and "wait" engraved at the base of the tomb in Kanji characters. Instance resembles Serbian-American engineer Nikola Tesla. Room is sparsely furnished. The floor is cluttered with notes on a variety of unfinished mechanical devices, with a particular fixation on the creation of automatons and the concept of artificial intelligence. No burial rituals preformed. Subject was discovered chained to a plain metal folding chair, with the words "not yet" engraved repeatedly onto the objects seat and manchette. Instance resembles former Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt, dressed in a light blue swimsuit. Chamber contains a large number of political paraphernalia for Holt's 1966 Liberal Party leadership campaign, and the subsequent Australian federal election. The room also hosts a large number of spearfishing equipment, swimming supplies, and taxidermy of marine wildlife. Instance currently under investigation for possible ties to SCP-3477. Instance resembles Turkish statesman Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, dressed in a black lounge suit. Chamber appears to be an exact replica of Atatürk's personal quarters at Dolmabahçe Palace in Istanbul, Turkey. Large portions of the chamber are charred or collapsed; believed to be due to a fire beginning with a large pile of incinerated kilim fabric in the northwest corner of the room. N/A Chamber resembles the 'Green Room' of the United States Executive Mansion. The chamber is filled to the brim with numerous materials from a variety of highly specific 19th century United States national elections, including: the 1856 & 1848 United States presidential election, the 1852 Whig National Convention, and the 1856 "Know Nothing" party nominating convention. A single open casket lies in the center of the chamber. DNA testing of skin cells left on the receptacle's padding has been identified as belonging to American soap opera star Alec Baldwin. The implications of this discovery are unclear at this time. Footnotes 1. With the exception of Chamber 26. See discovery log for further details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6888" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6888. Licensed under CC-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: discovery Name: File:DEW radar site in Greenland (cropped).JPG Author: Struthious Bandersnatch License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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WARNING: DoWAC1 is currently investigating possible secondary anomalous effects of SCP-6889, this document is to be considered misinformation until the investigation has concluded. Interaction with SCP-6889 is prohibited until this time. Item #: SCP-6889 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6889 is located on a web server owned by Homloch Web Hosting in Omaha, Nebraska. Foundation personnel are to infiltrate Homloch Web Hosting and monitor SCP-6889 and any devices that access it. Description: SCP-6889 is an internet forum found at the web address https://unxplainedxtranormal.cu/truths. Any post made to the /truths board from 3am to 4am local time will detail extensively the name, location, and description of a seemingly random anomaly, as well as the full name of the instigator of the post (regardless of the computer or account used), always bearing the following message: This anonymous tip-off brought to you by /truths message board: There is no obvious source of SCP-6889’s information, nor reason for its anomalous effects being limited to one hour per day. The anomalies described by SCP-6889 include those both unknown and known to the Foundation, often including greater detail than Foundation records. The anomalous effect manifests after a draft post is submitted to the forum. The post is immediately replaced by a new post containing the anomalous information (Designated SCP-6889-1). Prior to containment the public nature of SCP-6889 led to several incidents in which the general public became aware of, and subsequently came into contact with, uncontained anomalous phenomena. Fortunately the wording of SCP-6889-1 instances regarding Foundation-held anomalies were void of any information capable of triggering a ßK-Class "Lifted Veil" scenario2, possibly a measure to avoid Foundation web-sweepers. It is held that information supplied by SCP-6889 is factual and useful to the Foundation, as the 6889-1 instances regarding Foundation-held anomalies have been found to be accurate. Recovery: Initial attempts at containment involved the seizure of the physical server hosting SCP-6889, however upon bringing the server to Site-15 for testing it was found that all attempts to trigger SCP-6889’s effects resulted in the following message: Error code 76533: ‘do not negotiate with terrorists’ In order to retain both SCP-6889’s potentially useful properties and Foundation security, the source code of the website was edited to require Level 5 security clearance for access to the /truths board, the host server was then returned to its original owners (Homloch Web Hosting, NE). Subsequent testing confirmed SCP-6889 had returned to normal behaviour. Experiment 6889-14: Subject: D-3094 Procedure: Subject given access to computer peripheries connected to SCP-6889 at 03:21 local time, instructed to type and post a message in Spanish. Result/s: SCP-6889-1 instance appeared written in Spanish, detailed anomalous building cognizant with Unexplained Location UE-8155823. Experiment 6889-16: Subject: D-42265 Procedure: Subject given access to computer peripheries connected to SCP-6889 at 12:52 local time, computer clock set to 03:30. Subject instructed to type and post words to favourite song. Result/s: SCP-6889-1 instance did not appear; post identical to subject input. Experiment 6889-143: Subject: Dr Finlay Braunholtz, Site-15 DoWAC Representative Procedure: Subject given access to computer peripheries connected to SCP-6889 at 03:10 local time, as requested for ‘important DoWAC business’. Subject typed and posted unrecorded message. Result/s: SCP-6889-1 instance detailing fail-safe protocol appeared; upon reading subject immediately halted experiment and made contact with DoWAC Director Conners. + Addendum 6889-143-A - Addendum 6889-143-A SCP-6889-1 instance generated by Experiment 6889-143: Failsafe 42: ‘Found the Fed’ dfлháфjΔзkmу This message is an automated response to be displayed in the event the /truths board makes contact with an individual who knows themselves to be a paid concealer of the truth. This board is more than just an encyclopedia, the same methods it uses to acquire its forbidden information are used on the poster as well. And in the eventuality that the poster happens to be a member of some unknown thought police, the following protocol is enacted: The string of characters at the beginning of this message were placed there in such a way that they have certain properties. The first person to read these letters will be tied by fate to the /truths board irreversibly, meaning that if the board is destroyed then the reader will be destroyed also. This protocol was put in place to ensure that the truth remains accessible to anyone, Fed or no, lest one of said Feds spontaneously combusts. The methods by which /truths operates and I hide myself will not be revealed here, but know this, Feds: The Truth will get out eventually. Footnotes 1. ‘Department of Web Anomaly Containment’ 2. The Foundation or anomalous become public knowledge. 3. Log of Unexplained Locations
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by J Dune SCP-6890 - Tales of Terror GOOOOOOOOSEBUMMMMPS ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6890 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo A still from Tales of Terror's opening Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-43 Allan J. McInnis Lillian S. Lillihammer MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") White Cross Studios, the locus of SCP-6890 Special Containment Procedures: The exterior of White Cross Studios, which contains SCP-6890, has been blocked from public access. Civilian trespassers are to be amnesticized. Further exploration of SCP-6890 is prohibited until further notice. All testing with SCP-6890-1 is to be recorded. Description: SCP-6890 is a non-Euclidean, extra-dimensional space positioned between the ground and first floors of White Cross Studios, a soundstage in Saskatchewan, Canada. SCP-6890 is stark grey in color, and expands indefinitely in all directions. SCP-6890 is absent from any official documentation or schematic of the studio. A partially concealed trap door located underneath Stage-8 serves as its only point of access. The sole objects inside SCP-6890 are a podium made of lithified sediment, and on top of it, SCP-6890-1. SCP-6890-1 is a television typical of those manufactured in the late 1990s. A silver cross logo is placed in the center of the lower half of the object’s plastic casing. On its back is an engraved phrase, which has been reproduced below. A penance unpaid with deliverance prayed The Father presides, the Children abide The worth of a soul, the Prelate weighs SCP-6890-1 remains operational despite not being connected to a power source. When SCP-6890-1 is powered on, via use of a button in the left-hand corner of the object, it will play a previously unseen episode of Raymond Dillinger’s Tales of Terror, a Canadian children’s horror anthology series that briefly aired on television from 1999 to 2000. SCP-6890-1 cannot be powered off until the episode is aired in its entirety. These episodes, designated SCP-6890-A, are similar in structure and style to the original program but differ in tone, most apparent in their incorporation of religious elements into the narrative and the character of the Prelate. Further information regarding the contents of SCP-6890-A can be found below. Actors who appear within SCP-6890-A are 13 juvenile individuals, who also appeared throughout the show’s original, televised run in central, starring roles. Research into the identities of these individuals, including names, familial histories, or public records, has been unsuccessful. Addendum.6890.1: Program Overview + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum A capture from Tales of Terror, 1x06 Tales of Terror was a television program produced, directed, and written by Raymond Dillinger. The show followed an anthology format, with each episode telling the story of a child’s encounter with the supernatural, following the trend of middle-grade targeted horror media released in the 1990s. These episodes would follow a standard plot progression, before implementing an unexpected and often nonsensical “twist” ending as a climax. Two example episodes have been summarized below. Season 1, Episode 6 - “The Big Top!” Sarah Donner, a young girl struggling with a fear of bees, starts to suffer night terrors about a hive. Episode ends with a troupe of worker bees kidnapping Sarah and bringing her to a large cavern, and the reveal that she was a queen bee who had run away from the hive years ago, desperately trying to live a normal life as a human. Sarah transforms into a bee, and is forced onto the throne by a beekeeper. Season 1, Episode 9 - “Camp Fear” Episode focuses on a group of summer-campers who become stranded in the wilderness and stalked by what they believe is the ghost of a girl who was murdered at the camp years ago. In the end, it’s revealed that the campers are government agents, sent directly to apprehend the spirit and bring her into custody. A capture from Tales of Terror, 1x09 Of note is that the child actors portraying each respective protagonist throughout the show's 13 episode run are entirely unknown, and remain uncredited despite playing the episode’s main character. The likenesses of these actors are reproduced by SCP-6890-1 in SCP-6890-A. Tales of Terror aired on Canadian television channel “YTV” for a single season and was critically panned during its run for poor acting, inexpensive production, and stale writing. The show was largely unpopular with its target audience, and quickly became forgotten. As a result, the show was not distributed on home media following its initial airing, and copies of the show are scarce. Attempts to contact Corus Entertainment, owners of YTV and presumably the distribution rights-holders of Tales of Terror have been met with ignorance regarding the existence of the show and the whereabouts of its master recordings. Regardless, the Foundation has compiled a complete library of Tales of Terror, and has concluded that the show is outwardly non-anomalous, and the contents of the episodes are unremarkable. Addendum.6890.2: White Cross Studios + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum INFORMATION RELEASED WITH OSAT COOPERATION THROUGH ACT 232-E The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-6890 after an investigation into the disappearance of Raymond Dillinger, the show’s producer, by the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce (OSAT) of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Dillinger, who has been designated PoI-6890, disappeared shortly following the show’s cancellation in 2000. An excerpt from an OSAT agent’s initial report on Dillinger and White Cross Productions has been included below. The company’s history is murky, but standard given its small size. Produced multiple made-for-TV films throughout the 70s and 80s, all spearheaded by Dillinger. Nothing out of the ordinary about any of the productions, they more or less flew under the radar. Every commercial, every film, every television series, no matter how insignificant it may seem, is produced by a team of dedicated workers who pour dozens, if not hundreds of hours into their product. White Cross was one of thousands of unknown studios working below the surface of the mainstream. They never produced anything of their own until 1999, when Dillinger was asked to head the production of a children’s horror series. According to what we discovered, he was more than happy to finally take the creative lead on a project. Unfortunately, the history of Raymond Dillinger is more difficult to narrow down than his company. He was Victoria-born, white, male, and credited as a production assistant on more than 35 different films in the 1960s before founding White Cross and constructing an expensive studio complex in Saskatchewan. No family to speak of, no relationships, life outside of work completely unknown. There is one thing we learned from speaking to former colleagues though - Dillinger loved what he did, and was loved by those who worked with him. At least until the production of Tales. Following the cancellation, White Cross Productions folded, and the crew were absorbed into other production companies working in Canada. Equipment within White Cross Studios was sold, and the property remained untouched until 2003, when OSAT’s investigation yielded the discovery of SCP-6890. Excerpt follows. We seized some excess docs. Stuff left in the filing cabinets and the desk drawers, even a few surveillance cameras. Only things ransacked here were the expensive film equipment, it seems. The site’s filled with costumes, props, all sorts of paraphernalia. They’re interesting enough, given what we already know about Dillinger, but don’t compare at all to the crawlspace. That’s what we’re calling it. Jen noticed it first, practically fell in. A section of the floor was offset, almost like a trap door pushed to the side, and in between the cracks was a gray light, peeking from between the interstice and the concrete. Extraspatial Anomaly RDIS-01, proper file attached below. Initial OSAT reports also mention SCP-6890-1 being incapable of powering on during its discovery. Following the disappearance of three OSAT agents during attempts to explore SCP-6890, the decision was made to transfer jurisdiction of the anomaly to the Foundation. Salaz, Hyder, and Molonti set out to give a preliminary check, investigate the perimeter, and see what we were dealing with. It was grey on grey for as far as the eye could see, but we wanted to know what was beyond that, if anything. Feeds blacked out at around 4 kilometers. They just kept walking the entire time, completely silent. We told them there was nothing out there, it could go on forever, but they didn’t listen. The comms went out completely, and they never came back. A few hours later, they turned on, and all we heard was what sounded like a smile, grinning slowly into our comms. If something’s down there, it was surprised to see us, and it was excited too. The skippers were called in after that. Following Foundation containment and seizure of relevant documents, investigation into SCP-6890 and 6890-1 was conducted. Foundation assets did not encounter issues when attempting to explore SCP-6890, but did not find necessary reason to do so extensively with the advent of SCP-6890-1’s anomalous properties, which manifested shortly after the OSAT left the site. Attempts to retrieve the three missing OSAT agents from SCP-6890 were met with failure. During exploration attempts, Foundation recording equipment detected bursts of white noise in the 160 to 190 kilohertz region, affecting all long-range communication attempts beyond the 2 kilometer radius surrounding SCP-6890-1. As such, further exploration has been discontinued. Addendum.6890.3: SCP-6890-A Testing Log + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum The Prelate SCP-6890-1 began producing SCP-6890-A on 2003/11/10, during a routine inspection of the object. After powering the device on, several minutes of static and noise ensued before SCP-6890-A1 began to play. All instances were recorded, transcribed, and summarized. Content in instances of SCP-6890-A differ from the televised run of Tales of Terror in significant ways. The cast of 13 unknown child actors who appeared in the original series are present in each instance of SCP-6890-A, whereas they only appeared in their respective episodes during the initial broadcast. These individuals are, aside from the Prelate, the only characters in SCP-6890-A. This emptiness is exacerbated by SCP-6890-A’s apparent low budget, as each episode takes place in what appears to be the same town, though this is not acknowledged within the show itself. There is heavy re-use of sets, props, and costumes from previous episodes, and production errors, such as the visibility of storage areas or filming equipment in certain scenes, are common. Furthermore, actors sometimes take up more than one role per episode, sometimes speaking to themselves or appearing multiple times in the same location. Their performances are markedly different from their acting in the original show, as the children appear more unsure of themselves, repeating lines, and frequently glancing offscreen to hurriedly apologize after a mistake. The show’s format is unchanged, still being a horror anthology series, though SCP-6890-A incorporates heavy religious themes and messages into each instance. This is often provided by the “Prelate” character, an individual not present in the original series. The Prelate is a tall, red-robed entity with excessive boils covering its skin and a large, wide-brimmed hat. He is present in each SCP-6890-A instance, and attempts to “teach” the cast a moral lesson, which is often coupled with intensive punishment. These morals are outwardly religious, fashioning themselves after Catholic or sometimes Protestant teachings, but upon closer inspection, are nonsensical and unnecessarily cruel. Scenes in which characters are being “punished” by the Prelate are both graphic and lengthy, but often conclude with the main character thanking the Prelate, and promising to correct their behavior in the future. Injuries suffered by the characters are healed by the next SCP-6890-A instance, though scars, bruises, and other physical indications of suffering remain. The first series of tests using SCP-6890-1, SCP-6890-A1 through SCP-6890-A4, are included below. Instance #: SCP-6890-A1 Episode Title: To Find God is to Go Below Summary: Hannah Troy wins a contest to visit a movie studio. While there, she notices that a director is having trouble shooting his film, which is about a seance going wrong. Hannah prays to the Prelate, who arrives at the studio and orders that the director repent and turn to God. The director claims that he does not know how; in response, the Prelate points towards a previously unnoticed darkly-lit stairwell near a wall in the studio, stating that “God is beneath, in places seen only through his eyes.” The director descends the stairwell, and the episode cuts to a grey still for 7 minutes. When the picture is restored, the Director is filming scenes of the actors injuring one another, going so far as to force Hannah to remove her own eyes with a screwdriver, as she stayed at the studio beyond her curfew, disobeying the rules set by her parents. While the crew of the film are upset with the director’s change in behavior, the Prelate is satisfied, and rewards him by allowing him to achieve salvation. The child portraying the role of the director disappears and is not seen again in another SCP-6890-A instance. The blinded Hannah cries out, upset that she was not taken by the Prelate, stating that she’s suffered enough. Instance #: SCP-6890-A2 Episode Title: To Walk With God is to Return Above Summary: Billy Hadder and his friends discover a hidden passage inside their school locker room after breaking in after-hours. It leads to a narrow, cramped cavern that extends downwards. At night, they dream of God calling to them, asking them to go back to the tunnel, as he crafted it specifically for his followers. The children are afraid, and attempt to block off the passage using spare gym equipment. Their teacher, the Prelate, catches them and forces the children to break each other's limbs for not only breaking into the locker room, but also disobeying the word of God and refusing to enter the passage. After the children are adequately punished, Billy Hadder kneels on his broken knees and repents before the Prelate. The Prelate determines that Billy is ready to “walk with the Lord” and forces him to crawl on his injured hands and knees into the hole, which closes after the two enter. Billy’s actor is not seen in any other SCP-6890-A instance following this episode. Instance #: SCP-6890-A3 Episode Title: To Know God is to Abandon Man Summary: A group of students discover dinosaur fossils in the lot outside of their school. This prompts a surging interest in dinosaurs in the town as the students compile a complete skeleton to sell to a museum. On the day of the sale, the museum representative is none other than the Prelate, who reveals that the children had strayed from God’s teachings by believing in dinosaurs, and the bones were put there by the Prelate to test their faith. He states that God is “older and buried deeper” than any dinosaur. The children beg the Prelate for forgiveness, but are punished instead, as the dinosaur skeleton reanimates itself into a large, horned, humanoid creature and consumes them. The episode ends with the Prelate burying the bones of the children in a wooded location reminiscent of the area surrounding the exterior of White Cross Studios. He molds the bones into the form of fossilized dinosaur remains. He then removes a pelvic bone and resurrects one of the children, a young girl, whose flesh hangs from the bones of her broken skeleton. He tells her that she has suffered adequately, and has earned salvation. The girl begins crying and thanks the Prelate. She asks why the Prelate has not healed her friend’s eyes1. The Prelate initially does not respond, and assures her that her friend will achieve salvation after she adequately atones for her sins, as she has committed more than anyone else according to his judgement. The girl understands, sinks into the ground, and is not seen in any other SCP-6890-A instance going forward. Instance #: SCP-6890-A4 Episode Title: To Be God is to Consume His Glory Summary: Two brothers believe their town is under attack by werewolves after witnessing their neighbor transform into a beast and go off into town. This coincides with multiple disappearances of their friends. Eventually, a group of children confront the neighbor, who transforms into a monster in front of them. The Prelate enters, emerging from inside a cabinet, and tells the children that the monster is, in fact, a messenger of God. He explains further that they should not judge something as evil, because something outwardly evil may be God in disguise. The Prelate orders the children to become one with God by consuming the monster’s flesh. To do this, the Prelate transforms the two brothers into similar looking creatures through a series of painful transformations. Once fully transformed, they are forced to consume the messenger-creature, and then their friends. After doing so, the Prelate takes the brothers outside of the house and into a forest. They are not seen again. Addendum.6890.4: Interview Log + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Foundation investigations into PoI-6890 resulted in interviewing multiple cast and crew members of Tales of Terror and former White Cross Studios productions under the guise of a police investigation into Dillinger’s disappearance. An interview with Donald Harving, a production manager on Tales of Terror and close associate of PoI-6890, has been transcribed below. Dr. Marsen: Thank you for taking the time to sit down with us, Mr. Harving. Harving: Sure. Anything to shed some light on Raymond. He’s an unsung hero of the field. Dr. Marsen: We’ve heard. Can you speak to Dillinger’s relationship with those who worked with him? Harving: Wonderful guy, the absolute best. Always made everyone feel welcome, always was approachable, really fostered a collaborative atmosphere in the best way. We were doing garbage for local broadcast stations, mostly, but it felt special. Some people light up a room by walking in, and Raymond was one of them. Dr. Marsen: Are you aware of his background? His personal life? Harving: Not exactly, but I don’t think anyone was. He was a private guy, at least with that sort of thing. It didn’t matter though, we were too focused on the creative process to worry about things like that. Kind of applied to all of us. Dr. Marsen: Hm. How would you describe Raymond leading up to his disappearance? Harving: Oh God, it was… it was awhile ago, but it was one of the worst periods of my life. I know others who would say the same thing. We were filming this kids’ show, this stupid kids’ show, based on some spooky books or something, I think. I’ve never seen a person change completely in such a short span of time before. I know I just talked him up, but the Raymond I knew was an entirely different person than the Raymond that worked on this show. Midway through production, it was like someone put a towel over the entire studio and twisted and wringed, making sure any joy that came from the job was dripping to the floor, day by day. It was different, Raymond would come into work frustrated, started taking it out on the crew, which… he never did that before, ever. He threw coffee on a camera-girl after she screwed up a shot, which… thank God it had been sitting out for a few hours. Every day was a nightmare, and it was the first time Raymond had ever been in a position where he was producing his own work. Before, it was always someone else's. Maybe it went to his head? It’s not the version of him that I want to remember. Dr. Marsen: He alienated his former friends completely, then? Harving: You could say that. He would spend all of his time in the basement, away from everyone else. That fucking basement, I don’t know if he set up an office there or… or what, but he’d go there alone. We’d leave and he’d still be down there, and when we came back the next day, he’d finally come up. Dr. Marsen: Do you remember how Dillinger treated the cast of the show? Harving: Same as… same as he treated us, I think. Meltdowns, anger, threats. Religious, oh god the religious rants were something else. I almost forgot about those. Maybe he had some sort of spiritual reawakening on set or something, but he’d always talk about God, and how we were doing the Lord’s work. He never went to church though. He couldn’t have, when he was in the fucking basement all day. He was losing it, I think. The pressure of being responsible for every facet of production for the first time in his life. It was how he coped, probably. Dr. Marsen: Do you remember any of the child actors involved in the production? Any incidents regarding them specifically? Harving: Of course, I… hm. It’s been so long that I don’t think I do. I never thought about it before, but no, no I don’t remember them. I don’t think they went on to do anything big, any of them. Raymond… right, now I remember. Raymond would scream at them for hours about their acting, saying it was wooden, or forcing them to reshoot certain scenes. Thought he was Kubrick or something, but these were just little kids, you know? We talked him down, tried to console some of the kids, but he was on a warpath. Dr. Marsen: Filming guidelines require adult supervision of child actors while on set. How did their guardians respond to this? Harving: I can’t recall. I’d imagine it wasn’t good, but it happened so frequently that it makes me wonder; Why did no one stop him? Who would let their child get bossed around by that man? But I’ve been in this business for half of my life, and the types of people who bring their children into it are scum. There are exceptions, as always, but they are scum. Learning to take the abuse is just part of the job for their future movie star. It’s better for them to learn that sooner than later. Dr. Marsen: Would Raymond’s religious interests intersect with the writing of the show? Harving: Uh, I haven’t watched that crap, so I wouldn’t really know, but I do remember him being upset at the network forcing him to rewrite certain scripts. Actually, they might have rewritten parts for him. There was this one episode where he insisted on donning this ridiculous outfit and parading around to preach, or something. It’d end with the monster being Jesus in disguise or some bullshit he came up with after spending hours cooped up in the basement. We filmed some of it, but the higher ups said religious horror was wildly inappropriate for the target audience, so we scrapped it, obviously. Dr. Marsen: Do you remember what happened to the footage? Harving: The Onset of the Prelate. Dr. Marsen: Mr. Harving? Harving: That was the title. Raymond kept repeating it, over and over. The Onset of the Prelate. Researcher’s Note: Information corroborates with other interviewed subjects. Former associates of PoI-6890 notice a decline in his health and a change in attitude during the production of Tales. Subjects do not recall the identities of child stars on the show, even when presented with photographs of them, but all mention PoI-6890 harboring resentment towards them and other cast members for reasons unclear. All subjects corroborate that PoI-6890 spent significant time in the studio's basement. Notably, White Cross Studios does not have a basement. Addendum.6890.5: SCP-6890-A Testing Log II + Access Logs - Hide Logs Instance #: SCP-6890-A5 Episode Title: The Flesh Can Be Cleaned Only Through Him Summary: Story follows a girl named Chloe2, who begins losing friends because she does not want to play a roleplaying game involving the wizards and magic, as it goes against her faith. Slowly, Chloe is coerced into playing the game by peer pressure. During a session, the group accidentally summons a demonic entity, who is revealed to be the Prelate in disguise. The Prelate burns the group of children, sans Chloe, for engaging in the occult, and practicing idolatry. At this point, Foundation researchers experiment with the object by powering off SCP-6890-1. The object does not turn on for thirteen hours. When power is restored, the Prelate congratulates a boy for enduring the “cleansing fires”, and takes him away in a manner similar to previous tests. Chloe begs the Prelate to let her repent, stating that she feels ashamed for standing aside while others are performing their penance, but he leaves. Instance #: SCP-6890-A8 Episode Title: Men Can Be Judged Only Through Him Summary: Episode is devoid of plot and consists of the Prelate lecturing the remaining children in a church setting about Heaven, God, and the need to suffer in his name. The lecture specifically denounces abrahamic religions as heretical, and their god as a false one. The Prelate states that God is something all-consuming that, once found, can be harnessed to judge others through his will. He then asks the children where God can be found, to which they respond in unison with a phrase, reproduced below. God lies in secret, forgotten, festering in a shallow grave. Where time cannot reach, and the blind cannot breach, his doors open for sons to see. Beneath the ground that man has laid, and words he sets in stone, he operates in a silence so few can ever know. The Prelate removes a tile from the floor and asks for one of the children to step forward and throw themselves into the hole. A girl3 volunteers herself, but the Prelate denies her, feeling she is not ready. The girl insists, but the Prelate warns that he will turn the cameras off, and they will be forced to go “off script”. This silences the girl. Instead, the Prelate picks two other girls, who lower themselves into the hole. The Prelate remarks that they will undergo “more pain than one should feel in a thousand lifetimes”. Seconds later, the two emerge, apparently unharmed, and embrace the Prelate. He takes them down the stairs, and they are not seen again. Addendum.6890.6: Recovered Documents + Access Documents - Hide Documents The following are documents recovered from the Foundation’s acquisition of White Cross Studios. I’ve been fielding complaints about you all month. I don’t know what’s happening over there, but I’ve seen the footage, you either tone that shit down, or I’ll take this higher. I reviewed the scripts for the second quarter of shooting, and we’ve determined that they’re not in line with what is acceptable to air on children’s television. We got Jackie to rewrite them, as you’ve demonstrated that you’re incapable of refraining from shoving this Sunday school bullshit into your work. And [ILLEGIBLE]]? That’s my daughter. She’s here because of me, and because you’re my friend. If you treat her the way you’re treating those other kids, I will make sure you never work again, Raymond. G.H White Cross Productions The field of God beneath it all repents unwilling unworthy forever. Judgement never religious open my eyes open my eyes down there, going going. Going for ever. For ever. Found it there and never moved again for years until i found it there forever. Why here? Why anywhere? It had to be here. I will make sure they achieve salvation thank you thank you the lord our lord. I cannot taste with my own eyes but the eyes of the LORD and he is wrathful but oh so very forgiving yes. Thousand years. Before that. He is GOD. I am his PROPHET. The shepard will tend to his sheep the souls of the unwashed to wash the feet as his SON did for those to cleanse the pain with pain and mightful vengeance. Evil is real and it lurks in the body of every man who is unpurified by His word that extends and branches so far beneath under there under there. In here. You’re doing good. To do: -film 1x06 -replace pulleys -talk to jace re: new lights -negotiate flight with [ILLEGIBLE] -go beneath -partake in His cup - - - -so gracious of Him to choose me -beneath (The following is footage obtained from a surveillance camera active in the studio. No audio remains.) Raymond Dillinger and crew are filming a scene on the set of a living room. One of the child actors, a young boy seen in SCP-6890-A, appears to have trouble performing alongside two adult actors. They sit at a dinner table, and the boy throws his plate across the set. Dillinger cuts the scene and takes a moment to view the footage. Two crew members sweep up the plate. Dillinger signals to the crew. The boy is provided with a new plate. Scene is reshot. Midway through, Dillinger signals for the scene to be cut. Dillinger approaches the boy and screams at him, frantically gesturing. The boy and Dillinger continue to argue. Dillinger grabs the child’s hands and forces them to perform the sign of the cross. When he refuses, Dillinger takes the plate and smashes it over the boy’s head. He collapses. Dillinger turns to the crew and gestures again. He storms off the set to an unseen location. Crew members attend to the child. Addendum.6890.7: SCP-6890-A Testing Log III + Access Logs - Hide Logs Tests SCP-6890-A9 through SCP-6890-A12 have been reproduced below. SCP-6890-A9 Episode Title: The Last to be Judged Summary: The young girl seen in previous tests confronts the Prelate, and asks why she has not been chosen to ascend. Her wounds have not healed, and her body is noticeably damaged in several places: her body is emaciated, limbs hang limp, a wrapping covers her eyes, there are severe burn marks and bruises on her skin, and her gait is staggered. The Prelate says that it is because he knows she still has much to atone for. The girl does not understand, and lists the hardships that she's suffered for God over the years. The Prelate says that God cares about her more than she could imagine, and asks if she is willing to undergo a final test for the Lord. The girl accepts. SCP-6890-A10 Episode Title: N/A Summary: Episode consists solely of shots of the town. Props are seen thrown together in the backs of storehouses, and locations seen throughout the show are boarded up. No audio is present. SCP-6890-A11 Episode Title: Summary: The Prelate grants "salvation" to the remaining children, sans the girl. When a boy asks about her, the Prelate says that she is still undergoing her penance. SCP-6890-A12 Episode Title: Ascension Summary: The girl returns from a hole in the ground, battered and barely able to stand. She finds that the town is empty. Upon realizing that she's the last to be taken, she begins to cry. The Prelate appears and assures her that she has been forgiven. He takes her hand, and her injuries heal. The two walk to a well at the edge of town that extends downwards. The girl and the Prelate do not hesitate to jump in. They do so, and the episode cuts. Following the airing of SCP-6890-A12, SCP-6890-1 became unresponsive, and was reclassified as a neutralized component of SCP-6890. Addendum.6890.8: Spatial Alterations to SCP-6890 On 2004/1/12, SCP-6890 underwent a major spatial change, in which the grey coloration of the space disappeared entirely. As a result, visibility inside SCP-6890 became heavily impaired. During assessment, several researchers reported feeling compelled to leave the approved research area and explore the anomaly deeper. One such researcher, James Laden, disappeared into the depths of SCP-6890, prompting an immediate rescue effort. Due to difficulty communicating using radio in further parts of SCP-6890, Foundation Drone-SCFS-12 was released inside the anomaly with an automated flight path that would return to the research area after completing its exploration. A log of its findings has been transcribed below. DRONE REPORT SCFS-12 - OPERATOR, MADISON GREENE, TECH. POWER ON, SETTINGS CALIBRATED ENTERING FLIGHT LEAVING RADIUS COMMUNICATION FLATLINE. AUTOMATED NAVIGATION PATH ENGAGED NO VISUALS DETECTED. ENGAGING FRONTLIGHTS. FLIGHT STABLIZED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. OBJECT DETECTED. Footage does not show a discernible object. OBJECT DETECTED. IDENTIFICATION UNKNOWN. Drone begins descending, derailing its automated flight path. WARNING, AUTOMATED NAVIGATION DISENGAGED. AWAITING CORRECTION FROM OPERATOR. The drone continues its descent. No objects are visible on screen. BEGINNING DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. -25 METERS DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. -50 METERS DESCENT. Context Unknown Footage does not show a discernible object. -75 METERS DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. -100 METERS DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. OBJECT DETECTED. CONCENTRATION OF AKIVA RADIATION DETECTED. UNKNOWN ENTITY. UNKNOWN ENTITY. UNKNOWN. UNKNOWN. Footage shows an indiscernible object. CONTACT LOST. Following five hours of inactivity, an undamaged SCFS-12 flew back to the research area with the above footage. Further exploration into SCP-6890 is postponed. Researcher Laden is considered lost. On 2004/1/14, SCP-6890-1 powered on automatically, and displayed the following text on a white background. Footnotes 1. This is presumably a reference to the child in the first test. 2. The actress portraying Chloe also portrayed the character Hannah in SCP-6890-A1. A wrap covers her eyes, indicating that her ocular injuries have yet to heal. 3. Portrayed by the same actress who played the “Hannah” and “Chloe” characters in previous tests.
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close Info X ⚠️ Content note: This article contains discussions of anxiety, intrusive thoughts, depression, body dysmorphia, body horror, death and veiled allusions to suicide/ideation (fuck, that's a way longer list than it seemed writing it). If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. ⚠️ content warning SCP-6891. Poster found with SCP-6891. Packaging was labelled "Free Gift! Only £30.99 extra!" Item #: SCP-6891 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6891 is stored in a standard Safe-class containment locker at Site 135. Any further instances discovered are to be stored likewise. People affected by SCP-6891 are to receive regular psychiatric counselling and undergo regular empathy tests. Description: SCP-6891 is a cassette tape, titled "Guided Meditation, by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media." It purports to be a series of breathing and mental exercises, narrated by a man1 self-identified as "Jerome Sharp," who claims to practice therapy on the behalf of VKTM. According to SCP-6891, its purpose is to help the listener cope with anxiety. People who listen to and participate in the course presented on SCP-6891 to completion undergo significant mental changes. They describe themselves as being unable to feel emotion of any sort. For example, they respond to pain, but experience a purely physical response; they exhibit only token ill-feeling toward the instigator, no real surprise, and so on. Furthermore, they begin to suffer from a specific form of body dysmorphia; they initially perceive themselves covered in cracked and bleeding scabs, spreading out over time from their torso and continuing until they are completely covered. Following this, a similar effect occurs, with a layer of soft fat growing outward until coverage is total. This applies to orifices as well; several afflicted people have reported themselves having to slice open the scabs and tissue over their mouths in order to create an opening to talk and eat, although testing has suggested this to be entirely psychological. Those afflicted often perceive their fatty layer seeping into items they come into physical contact with, leaving stains that cannot be removed. All people affected by SCP-6891 report discomfort with their changes, although the emotional numbing effect prevents them from feeling severe distress. SCP-6891 was discovered on 12/12/95, in a break room in Wrexham Maelor Hospital, Wales. Addendum 7: Transcript of the first session on SCP-6891. <BEGIN LOG> [The sound of slow breathing is audible.] [A loud clap punctuates the recording, before Sharp begins speaking. He uses a low, measured tone of voice.] Sharp: Good morning, afternoon, or evening, my dear friends. Tell me, do you worry too much? Do you ever feel like the world burns, with a fire too hot, too voracious for any one person to deal with? Like we're all… spiraling down into the abyss? [Sharp laughs, softly and gently.] Sharp: Of course you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting somewhere, in a darkened room, listening to this. That's right, a dark room, maybe in the office? Maybe at home, on your bed, on your own time, hoping that one day you'll associate those dull walls with something beyond anxiety and scoliosis? Whatever the reason, whatever the scene, you need help. A cure, so to speak. Well, that's what I'm here for. [Soft, barely audible music begins playing. Despite its volume, it clips noticeably.] Sharp: My name is Jerome Sharp. I'm from Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, and I'm here to help. Because no-one likes anxiety. Anxiety just holds us back, unless properly applied. And your inability to get out of bed in the morning because you're reliving yet another embarrassing conversation with the love of your life is not the proper application. Best if we just… do away with it. Now, we're going to start off with some exercises. First off, I want you all to close your eyes. Go on, all of you. What's behind your eyelids can only hurt you if you let it. Are your eyes closed? You want them tight, but not so tight that you're seeing flashes. Just soft, empty black. Sharp: Have you heard of intrusive thoughts? When you see just a flash of something horrible? Go on, I know you get them. That little image, just behind your eyes, when you stand behind that pretty woman at the train station and see yourself just… push. No, don't open your eyes. This is important. Our researchers have suggested that that's what you're doing at that exact moment in a neighbouring version of reality. Don't reject these thoughts. Accept them. It's just like watching a lion disembowel a zebra on television. Think of yourself as David Attenborough. All the same, it does us no good to dwell on them. For instance, some people hit a bump when they're driving, and spend the rest of the week convinced they've killed someone! Can you imagine that? I mean, I'm sure you all hit bumps on your way to work this morning. Imagine if that had actually been a real life human! No, really. Imagine. Imagine him. Yes, him. Imagine his pale, spotty skin. His flimsy beard. His kind smile. His name was Billy, did you know that? He was on his way to university. He studied Veterinary Science. He was planning to surprise his girlfriend after his seminar on equine husbandry. He'd saved up for a meal at the Queen's Arms - nothing expensive, he couldn't afford anything like that, but done with love. Imagine your slime-green Ford Fiesta slamming into him at thirty miles an hour, while you're busy thinking about how best to pleasure your boss today, about your desperation not to disappoint, again. Imagine the bones crunch, the viscera spurt from his breached blood vessels, the light leave his eyes. Imagine the reflection of you in his eyes as you drive away, when you could have saved him if you'd just listened to that voice in your gut, that voice that's always right. Imagine him fading, but not before he has the chance to ask why. Why your carelessness and idiocy killed him, when it all could have been avoided. Imagine what you did. [Sharp claps loudly, laughing uproariously. The music abruptly halts.] Sharp: You can open your eyes now. How was that? Good for you? So, you know how you felt? Thinking about Billy? Well, by the time you've finished this course, courtesy of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, you'll be able to get back in your car and reverse over Billy as many times as you want without feeling a thing. We promise. Oh, and if you didn't drive to work today, don't waste my time. What are you, fucking Greenpeace or something? <END LOG> Addendum 8: Further excerpts from SCP-6891. From: Session Three <BEGIN LOG> Sharp: Give it a moment… aaaaaand un-tense those thigh muscles. Alright, and now we move to the, I don't know, the neck? Yeah, tense those neck muscles. While you're doing that, I want you to consider your anxiety. Specifically: where does it come from? I'm not talking about childhood trauma or anything, nah, my childhood was way worse than yours, and I'm not nearly as messed up as you, you're not allowed to use that as an excuse. No, anxiety, at its heart, is rooted in that little primate brain of yours, flailing in terror at a huge world it doesn't understand. Living in a world where that stick you wanted to beat your boyfriend to death with could be a venomous snake? Where you could die from eating those berries that looked exactly like the ones your mate had earlier? Where honest-to-goodness giant hawks could swoop out of the sky and cart you away to a grisly demise? Terrifying. It's a wonder any of them got out of bed in the morning. Actually, I should probably say, if you can't get out of bed in the morning, try sleeping on the couch. No, actually, depression is important too, as it goes. If you want some help on that account, take a listen to Session Five. [Sharp clears his throat.] Sharp: Yeah, um, anyway. Picture yourself in that cold, frightening world. You against the world. A world that doesn't care about you, your family. Your friends will all stab you in the back if it gets them an extra apple. You break an arm, you're useless. Can't be productive like that, can you? No. See you later, out on your own, never to be seen again. Now bin it. You see, your ancestors? Those primitive creatures you use as insults? They cared. They looked after their own. Cared for the sick, the elderly. Fed those in need. Because in a world where everything can and will kill you, all you have is each other. And you need to embrace that. Hold everyone close, cling to them like they're the life raft just barely keeping your head afloat, out of the cold and dark. Because they are that life raft. [There is a pause. Sharp breathes in deeply, and sighs.] Sharp: What's your life raft? [Silence.] Sharp: Oh, yeah, you can un-tense those neck muscles now. Shoulders next. <END LOG> From: Session Five <BEGIN LOG> Sharp: And obviously, we take depression very seriously. In fact, we address that here too! Value for money, that's what this is. Yeah, just go back to Session Three. But anyway, carry on. Theodora from R&D has just informed me we've invented this new technique, breathing exercises or something? Anyway, gimme a sec… [Rustling papers can be heard, as well as Sharp muttering under his breath.] Sharp: Let's see… bill, bill, shopping list, bill… aha! Here we go! So, what you do, is you, uh - well, you make yourself comfortable first, then you shut your eyes, and for fuck's sake get over whatever you see. We've done that, you can hyperventilate on your own time. Anyway, you breathe in through your nose, deep as you can, hold it for one, two, three, and, release through the mouth for, uh, a bit. And keep doing it, I guess. [The sound of Sharp inhaling and exhaling is audible for about thirty seconds.] Sharp: Bloody Nora, that just gets you dizzy, doesn't it? Whatever, I'm not actually getting paid to take part, you lot just get on with it. [Sharp is silent for about thirty seconds, before spending a minute alternating between clicking his tongue, drumming his fingers on his desk and humming "Funkytown."] Sharp: So, why are you actually doing this? Closing your eyes and trying to win at breathing, I mean. I presume it's a directive from high up, like. Cheaper than giving everyone a day off, we do offer very reasonable prices. But, y'know, there's only so much twitching your neck can do. At the end of the day, all this does is give you an hour less to meet your deadline. Cheap off-brand weedkiller, that's what they're offering. Still, it's better than no weedkiller. Sure, they don't give a damn if it works or not, but there's something pure in that, I think. If you don't care, it's no skin off your nose what happens. To harken back to our very first session, Billy is already a goner, what good is falling to your knees and wailing at whatever deity you prefer going to do? Best not to get worked up about it. And that way, you can keep hitting Billys, over and over like some vengeful philosopher's strapped them to a rail, and you know it's not worth worrying about. Isn't that better? Isn't that what you want? <END LOG> Addendum 10: Transcript of the eighth and final session on SCP-6891. <BEGIN LOG> Sharp: Hello, my wonderful, dedicated friends. Nearly there now. Home stretch. That's all you've ever really wanted, right? I can tell how you're feeling. You just want some peace. Just to… to be able to turn off. Some quiet in your head, a chance to stop running that endless stream of cacophonous white noise you have to keep going, every waking hour, just to get through the day. You're just tired. That's all it is. [Sharp breathes in and out, a quiet, ever-so-slightly shaky breath.] Sharp: Tough break. The thing is, there is no peace, no end point. Well, maybe one, but I'm legally discouraged from mentioning it. Everything we've been telling you, all this ever-so-helpful information we've so graciously provided you, it's all true… but it's not - quite - enough. How can it be? It's just tools for the siege. Sure, you can stop things from storming the walls and sacking the city, but if you don't keep those battlements maintained, they'll always be there, waiting for the next chance to take the guard tower. I did warn Alexios Three about that, but would he listen? No, sirree. Dumb fucker. Shouldn't have blown all that dosh on sentient fireballs, should he? Where was I? Oh, yes, this is all useless. Sorry. [Sharp pauses, and clicks his tongue.] Sharp: Although… [He seems to stifle a giggle.] Sharp: We do, have, one little trick up our sleeves. Is it cheating? Well, technically. But if you cared about cheating, you wouldn't be asking for me to solve your problems for you; we've already established you don't have the stomach for the hard work, now, haven't we? "Oh, Jerome! Jerome! Whatever can I do to be free of this affliction?" I hear you beg. God, I think I can actually hear your knees dragging on the floor. Well, the fact of it is, we've been doing it the whole time. Sorry, I know some people don't like having their heads fucked with, but come on, I'm a therapist. Fucking with your head is what I do. But yes, we can remove your anxiety. Completely. I can personally guarantee you will not feel anxiety about anything again. Is that what you want? Be sure. Be very sure. Is… that… what… you… want? [A moment's quiet. Sharp snorts.] Sharp: Course it is. It's all you've wanted the whole time. Don't know why I expected anything else. Well, assuming you've heard all the other sessions, all you need to do is listen to this through to the end. Nearly there. Just until the tape recorder clicks. And then you're done. Sorted. [There is a brief pause. Sharp swallows.] Sharp: I just… [He hesitates, then sighs.] Sharp: Oh, never mind. Wouldn't make a difference anyway. [A loud clap is heard.] Sharp: Well, I think we're finally done here. On behalf of… everyone here at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, thank you so much for taking the time to buy this tape. If you listened to it, even better, I… I'll just leave you with one final thought. If, as we said earlier, your brain is an empire, one suffering constant attack, we've saved you from the onslaught. Brought you peace. The thing is, empires are built on war. Conquest, fight, struggle. Despicable, but that's what it is. You know what happens to an empire with nothing left to fight? [There is a brief silence.] Sharp: Best of luck. And I mean that most sincerely. [The tape recorder clicks to a halt.] <END LOG> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6891" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6891. Licensed under CC-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: Tape Author: stuart.childs License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/stuartchilds/13844920714/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Meditation Author: World’s Direction License: Public Domain Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/worldsdirection/35122993376/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Footnotes 1. Approximately forty years old, with an Estuary English accent.
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Memorandum To all Site-32 staff, please remember that SCP-6892 should be placed in the open, preferably somewhere secluded, as day to day operations are not impeded. For all Site-32 staff who may not have been informed, SCP-6892 is a silver urn with a heart design embossed on the front. Please minimize all interactions with SCP-6892 to avoid damage or the spilling of its contents. The mess is not cleanable. As of this memo, SCP-6892 is currently located in Research Room 3 of B-Wing. Do not remove SCP-6892, as I still have important work to finish. If staff report sightings of an individual displaying paranormal properties, such as intangibility or levitation, do not be alarmed. These are simply the properties of SCP-6892-1. To O'Hara and Director Roberts, I would like to extend a thank you for your constant attendance and prayers on the anniversary of my death; it means more than I could ever express. - Snr. Researcher, Lucy Fergurson. † ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6892" by Harriet Farrar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6892. Licensed under CC-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-6893
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Bread_Tyrant Author Page I Remember Hearing Your First Heartbeat. It Was Like Hearing A Heartbeat From God. Yeah That's Right, God's Heartbeat. Item #: SCP-6893 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation satellite Delta-88 is in orbit around the Northern Hemisphere in search of SCP-6893 manifestations. When located, containment teams should move to establish a 20km exclusion zone around SCP-6893. Media portraying SCP-6893 should be wiped with the use of Foundation web crawlers. An area in the wake of SCP-6893. Description: SCP-6893 is a derelict single story log cabin that will manifest within Asia's Taiga forests, which are primarily located in Russia and extend southwards into northeastern China and Mongolia. SCP-6893 contains no lights, appearing extremely run down, with broken windows, mould and a collapsed roof. Manifestations last for a variable amount of time, before it changes location, classed as an Epsilon-Event. Anyone within SCP-6893 during an Epsilon-Event will be transported along with it. Objects that are in the space that SCP-6893 will take up are pushed away in a variable direction at speeds upwards of 310kmh, invariably causing them to collide with surrounding flora and fauna. The epicentre of anomalous activity is located within SCP-6893's only bedroom, what's left of the cold heart in your bed. SCP-6893 can be classed as a Type Θ4 Heisenbergian Metaphorical Narrative Extruder, which primarily affects items within a 20km radius of SCP-6893. Addendum-1: Operatives discovered an American campsite in the wake of SCP-6893, located in a forested area. There was equipment laying around the area, and a fire still active, with everyone having left quickly. A camera was discovered lying several metres away still recording. The individuals featured in the following videos and pictures have been assigned their follow representative based on the narrative perpetuated by SCP-6893, displayed below: Amilia Barrow — Character A Jason Kary — Character B Tod Roland — Character C Wilson Quim — Character D Henry Scott — Unknown Denis Vindyl — Character E Each character has been separated from their counterpart within the transcriptions. Document Type: Video <Begin> The camera pans over a fallen tree, illuminated by a torch during the night. The fallen tree is covered in blood. Amilia: This tree just flew out of nowhere, nearly crushed us. Ain't that right Tod? Tod stares in silence, observing the blood dripping from the bark. Tod: Look at this (touching some with his fingers). Jason: What is that? Sap? Tod: No… it's blood. Fuck, man, that's fucking blood! Jason: Are you sure? Henry: What sap have you seen that's red, huh? Tod: Guys this is serious… Distant screaming. Jason: Did you hear that? Tod: Quiet, let me listen. Screaming continues. Note: at this point, SCP-6893 has begun to take effect. Character C: Someone sounds hurt? We should go and check. Character B: Holy shit, it's got to be just some deer or fox or some shit, right? The distant voice calls for help. All characters begin to sprint in the direction of the screaming, the camera pointed down at the forest floor. They stop running and the camera pans up to see Character D flayed and crucified before feed cuts out. The video then turns to static. The static ceases and we can see Character A and B sitting by a tree at dawn. Character A: Do you think… Character B: No, no… no (He wipes the blood from his hands). Character A: (Sighs) I guess we should head back to the campsite? Character B: Yeah probably before he wakes up again. <End> Document Type: Image An image of a deer having had its limbs stretched out and tied to the end of branches. Its belly has been cut open letting its guts spill out onto the ground. Its head has been twisted 180° and its antlers have been removed, used as decoration around the branches. Runic icons can be seen decorating the branches. In the distance, a pale, naked humanoid can be seen. Its face appears to be made up of several human hands grasping deer antlers. It is partially obscured by a tree. Document Type: Video <Begin> The camera is facing towards the ground, being held by Character A. It is around midday Character A: I can't anymore, I just can't. Character A collapses. Character C: We have to keep going, or it'll kill us. Character A: Just leave me and go. Character A is suddenly dragged screaming and the video cuts out. <End> Document Type: Video <begin> The camera is stationary atop a tree stump. It is midday and Character E can be seen walking away from the stump. He stops and looks around. Character E: (Shouts indiscernible language) After 5 seconds his voice is echoed back, which Character E panics at, running to grab the camera. He begins running with the camera as a much heavier set of footsteps are heard running behind Character E. The screen turns black for 2 minutes, before it's revealed Character E is walking through a house at night. Distorted noises are heard from outside the house. Character E slowly walks through the house before coming across the bedroom. Character E begins gagging and hurling off screen as he pans the camera up to the bed. A putrefied corpse of a woman is sitting on the bed, black, dried blood dripping down the mattress and onto the floor. <End> Document Type: Image A heavily corrupted image seemingly depicting SCP-6893. Several deer carcasses have been left lying around it, many hanging from the roof and porch. A pattern of antlers have been left on the door. Document Type: Video <Begin> Character E is running through the forest before panning up towards a clearing. He sighs in relief before stepping into the clearing. Denis then steps out of the forest, confused before turning around. Denis: I swear I… The video shows a humanoid entity passing into a tree disappearing. Denis: Fuck. Where did everyone fucking go. A distant voice is audible, that of Tod's who is running towards Denis. Tod: Denis! Finally a familiar face. Denis: (Backing away) Stand back, how do I know you're really you? Tod: What are you talking about? Denis: I was just walking through the woods with Amilia and Henry and you and the others and then I was here, out of breath. Tod: I'm the same dude, I was with you guys and then there was that screaming. Denis sees Tod's antlers protruding from his sockets, and pulls out the rusted blade he used to sacrifice the deer. Denis: I don't believe you. Tod: Alright now, just calm down now. We don't have to do anything drastic, let's just talk this out. (Tod begins to back away.) Denis chases Tod, tackling him as he stabs Tod in the back several times, dropping the camera on the grass. While the screen is obstructed, Tod can be heard pleading before presumably dying from the stab wounds. <End> Document Type: Image A wide shot of 5 bodies depicting: Characters A, B, C, D, and an unknown character. Character A is missing her left arm and leg. Character B has been decapitated. Character C has several stab wounds. Character D has been flayed. The unknown character has been crushed. Character E is presumably the one taking the photo. Addendum-2: 18 months after the discovery of the campsite, operatives found Denis Vindyl wandering by a road. He was picked up and later interviewed by Dr. Mackintosh. <Begin Log> Dr. Mackintosh: I understand you may be a little confused. I mean, you have been missing for well over a year now. We all assumed you were dead. Denis Vindyl: Over a year? Dr. Mackintosh: Yeah, we found your campsite 18 months ago. What happened during all that time. Denis Vindyl: Well I was with my friends, and we'd flown all the way from California to see Mount Auxilium, and… Dr. Mackintosh: One moment please. Where is this "Mount Auxilium"? I've never heard of it? Denis Vindyl: (Confused) What do you mean? Biggest mountain in the world, we were heading there to explore it and the beautiful Taiga forests. Dr. Mackintosh: Interesting. Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Denis Vindyl: Yeah, the deers aren't like anything I've ever seen. All gross and malnourished. Dr. Mackintosh: Please elaborate? Denis Vindyl: Y'know… I'm not quite sure what you want me to say. Dr. Mackintosh: The video which you took, shows you killing a man by the name of Tod Roland, a close friend of yours. Denis remains silent. Denis Vindyl: I… have to go. Denis gets up from his chair and rushes towards the door. Denis Vindyl: Shit shit shit. Antlers begin sprouting from Denis's eye sockets. Denis Vindyl: I'm sorry mother. Denis is terminated by security as he retrieves a rusted knife from his pocket and attacks Dr. Mackintosh. <End Log>
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Bread_Tyrant Author Page I Remember Hearing Your First Heartbeat. It Was Like Hearing A Heartbeat From God. Yeah That's Right, God's Heartbeat. Item #: SCP-6893 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation satellite Delta-88 is in orbit around the Northern Hemisphere in search of SCP-6893 manifestations. When located, containment teams should move to establish a 20km exclusion zone around SCP-6893. Media portraying SCP-6893 should be wiped with the use of Foundation web crawlers. An area in the wake of SCP-6893. Description: SCP-6893 is a derelict single story log cabin that will manifest within Asia's Taiga forests, which are primarily located in Russia and extend southwards into northeastern China and Mongolia. SCP-6893 contains no lights, appearing extremely run down, with broken windows, mould and a collapsed roof. Manifestations last for a variable amount of time, before it changes location, classed as an Epsilon-Event. Anyone within SCP-6893 during an Epsilon-Event will be transported along with it. Objects that are in the space that SCP-6893 will take up are pushed away in a variable direction at speeds upwards of 310kmh, invariably causing them to collide with surrounding flora and fauna. The epicentre of anomalous activity is located within SCP-6893's only bedroom, what's left of the cold heart in your bed. SCP-6893 can be classed as a Type Θ4 Heisenbergian Metaphorical Narrative Extruder, which primarily affects items within a 20km radius of SCP-6893. Addendum-1: Operatives discovered an American campsite in the wake of SCP-6893, located in a forested area. There was equipment laying around the area, and a fire still active, with everyone having left quickly. A camera was discovered lying several metres away still recording. The individuals featured in the following videos and pictures have been assigned their follow representative based on the narrative perpetuated by SCP-6893, displayed below: Amilia Barrow — Character A Jason Kary — Character B Tod Roland — Character C Wilson Quim — Character D Henry Scott — Unknown Denis Vindyl — Character E Each character has been separated from their counterpart within the transcriptions. Document Type: Video <Begin> The camera pans over a fallen tree, illuminated by a torch during the night. The fallen tree is covered in blood. Amilia: This tree just flew out of nowhere, nearly crushed us. Ain't that right Tod? Tod stares in silence, observing the blood dripping from the bark. Tod: Look at this (touching some with his fingers). Jason: What is that? Sap? Tod: No… it's blood. Fuck, man, that's fucking blood! Jason: Are you sure? Henry: What sap have you seen that's red, huh? Tod: Guys this is serious… Distant screaming. Jason: Did you hear that? Tod: Quiet, let me listen. Screaming continues. Note: at this point, SCP-6893 has begun to take effect. Character C: Someone sounds hurt? We should go and check. Character B: Holy shit, it's got to be just some deer or fox or some shit, right? The distant voice calls for help. All characters begin to sprint in the direction of the screaming, the camera pointed down at the forest floor. They stop running and the camera pans up to see Character D flayed and crucified before feed cuts out. The video then turns to static. The static ceases and we can see Character A and B sitting by a tree at dawn. Character A: Do you think… Character B: No, no… no (He wipes the blood from his hands). Character A: (Sighs) I guess we should head back to the campsite? Character B: Yeah probably before he wakes up again. <End> Document Type: Image An image of a deer having had its limbs stretched out and tied to the end of branches. Its belly has been cut open letting its guts spill out onto the ground. Its head has been twisted 180° and its antlers have been removed, used as decoration around the branches. Runic icons can be seen decorating the branches. In the distance, a pale, naked humanoid can be seen. Its face appears to be made up of several human hands grasping deer antlers. It is partially obscured by a tree. Document Type: Video <Begin> The camera is facing towards the ground, being held by Character A. It is around midday Character A: I can't anymore, I just can't. Character A collapses. Character C: We have to keep going, or it'll kill us. Character A: Just leave me and go. Character A is suddenly dragged screaming and the video cuts out. <End> Document Type: Video <begin> The camera is stationary atop a tree stump. It is midday and Character E can be seen walking away from the stump. He stops and looks around. Character E: (Shouts indiscernible language) After 5 seconds his voice is echoed back, which Character E panics at, running to grab the camera. He begins running with the camera as a much heavier set of footsteps are heard running behind Character E. The screen turns black for 2 minutes, before it's revealed Character E is walking through a house at night. Distorted noises are heard from outside the house. Character E slowly walks through the house before coming across the bedroom. Character E begins gagging and hurling off screen as he pans the camera up to the bed. A putrefied corpse of a woman is sitting on the bed, black, dried blood dripping down the mattress and onto the floor. <End> Document Type: Image A heavily corrupted image seemingly depicting SCP-6893. Several deer carcasses have been left lying around it, many hanging from the roof and porch. A pattern of antlers have been left on the door. Document Type: Video <Begin> Character E is running through the forest before panning up towards a clearing. He sighs in relief before stepping into the clearing. Denis then steps out of the forest, confused before turning around. Denis: I swear I… The video shows a humanoid entity passing into a tree disappearing. Denis: Fuck. Where did everyone fucking go. A distant voice is audible, that of Tod's who is running towards Denis. Tod: Denis! Finally a familiar face. Denis: (Backing away) Stand back, how do I know you're really you? Tod: What are you talking about? Denis: I was just walking through the woods with Amilia and Henry and you and the others and then I was here, out of breath. Tod: I'm the same dude, I was with you guys and then there was that screaming. Denis sees Tod's antlers protruding from his sockets, and pulls out the rusted blade he used to sacrifice the deer. Denis: I don't believe you. Tod: Alright now, just calm down now. We don't have to do anything drastic, let's just talk this out. (Tod begins to back away.) Denis chases Tod, tackling him as he stabs Tod in the back several times, dropping the camera on the grass. While the screen is obstructed, Tod can be heard pleading before presumably dying from the stab wounds. <End> Document Type: Image A wide shot of 5 bodies depicting: Characters A, B, C, D, and an unknown character. Character A is missing her left arm and leg. Character B has been decapitated. Character C has several stab wounds. Character D has been flayed. The unknown character has been crushed. Character E is presumably the one taking the photo. Addendum-2: 18 months after the discovery of the campsite, operatives found Denis Vindyl wandering by a road. He was picked up and later interviewed by Dr. Mackintosh. <Begin Log> Dr. Mackintosh: I understand you may be a little confused. I mean, you have been missing for well over a year now. We all assumed you were dead. Denis Vindyl: Over a year? Dr. Mackintosh: Yeah, we found your campsite 18 months ago. What happened during all that time. Denis Vindyl: Well I was with my friends, and we'd flown all the way from California to see Mount Auxilium, and… Dr. Mackintosh: One moment please. Where is this "Mount Auxilium"? I've never heard of it? Denis Vindyl: (Confused) What do you mean? Biggest mountain in the world, we were heading there to explore it and the beautiful Taiga forests. Dr. Mackintosh: Interesting. Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Denis Vindyl: Yeah, the deers aren't like anything I've ever seen. All gross and malnourished. Dr. Mackintosh: Please elaborate? Denis Vindyl: Y'know… I'm not quite sure what you want me to say. Dr. Mackintosh: The video which you took, shows you killing a man by the name of Tod Roland, a close friend of yours. Denis remains silent. Denis Vindyl: I… have to go. Denis gets up from his chair and rushes towards the door. Denis Vindyl: Shit shit shit. Antlers begin sprouting from Denis's eye sockets. Denis Vindyl: I'm sorry mother. Denis is terminated by security as he retrieves a rusted knife from his pocket and attacks Dr. Mackintosh. <End Log>
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SCP-6894
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LightlessLantern SCP-6894: Project Qahhar NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS & INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Following the conclusion of Project Qahhar, SCP-6894 has been declassified to all Foundation personnel. All personnel are to read SCP-6894 to understand the importance of the Foundation to global stability. You are reminded that disobeying the orders of the Administrator will result in the death of SCP-6894. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item No: SCP-6894 Containment Class (Archived): Argus1 Containment Class (Current): Radix2 Special Containment Procedures (Archived): Under the Coronation Accords, SCP-6894 is contained by the British Occult Service, due to its potential danger to the safety of the United Kingdom. SCP-6894-1 instances are to be stored at Site-01 for use in Project Qahhar. The British Occult Service is not to be informed of the existence of SCP-6894-1 instances in Foundation custody. Information concerning Project Qahhar is restricted to Project Head Matthew Roberts. Special Containment Procedures (Current): Following the conclusion of Project Qahhar, and the resultant integration of the British Occult Service, SCP-6894 is contained within Containment Chamber 29 at Site-01. SCP-6894 has been treated in compliance with Class-7 Life-Extension Protocols to ensure its continued survival. A supply of SCP-6894-1 instances is to be stored within the Administration Wing of Site-01. The approval of the Administrator is required for the creation of any further SCP-6894-1 instances. All sapient beings are to be reminded of the importance of obeying the Administrator. Description: SCP-6894 is a male Clydesdale horse. SCP-6894 will only display its anomalous effects when present within photographs. SCP-6894-1 instances are photographs of SCP-6894. SCP-6894-1 instances are visual cognitohazards and will cause any sapient being exposed to them to become fully aware of the existence of SCP-6894. While the memory of exposure can be removed with amnestics, the effects are permanent. SCP-6894-2 instances are sapient beings who have been exposed to SCP-6894-1 instances. SCP-6894-2 instances will work to ensure the continued health and safety of SCP-6894 by any means available, regardless of prior ethical beliefs or allegiance. SCP-6894-2 instances will obey all commands issued to them, if informed that refusal will result in SCP-6894 being harmed. Discovery: A large amount of information concerning the discovery of SCP-6894 has been lost due to the destructive actions of several British Occult Service officers during their attempted integration as part of Project Qahhar. However, it is known that on 2007-04-27, an SCP-6894-2 instance was arrested by police in Barnsley, South Yorkshire, England, and caused several police officers to become SCP-6894-2 instances. Following this, an embedded officer alerted the British Occult Service to the presence of anomalous activity. British Occult Service officers secured the area and discovered SCP-6894 and its anomalous properties over the next few days. On 2007-05-04, the Foundation received a request from the British Occult Service for assistance in amnesticising the congregation of Holy Trinity Church, having discovered that a large percentage were SCP-6894-2 instances. The Foundation was also requested to assist in locating Eli Tanner, the priest of Holy Trinity, due to his suspected connection to SCP-6894. During amnestication procedures, Foundation agents procured several SCP-6894-1 instances, with their anomalous properties being discovered during screening. These instances were transferred to Site-26 for further analysis. On 2007-05-16, the Foundation discovered Eli Tanner in Rhoose, Wales. He was transported to Site-26 for questioning, prior to transfer to the British Occult Service. Interviewer: Senior Researcher Matthew Roberts, Site-26 Head of Cognitohazard Research Interviewed: Eli Tanner, former priest of Holy Trinity Church <Begin Log> Roberts: Hello Mr Tanner, I hope you're well. Tanner: Could I ask why I'm here, I don't think anyone's told me what I've been arrested for? Roberts: You haven't been charged with anything Mr Tanner, we just want to ask a few questions about some incidents in Barnsley. Tanner: Barnsley? I'm not sure I know anything about what goes on there, do- do you have the right person? Roberts: If it's not too prying, could you explain why you were trying to board a flight to Spain? Tanner: I was going on a short holiday, I needed some rest. Roberts: I see. So why did you travel from Barnsley to Rhoose, when there's a perfectly good airport in Manchester? Tanner: I decided to visit some family members before I left. I hardly think these questions are important. Roberts: Yes, my apologies Mr Tanner. But could I just ask, what were you doing with the horse? Tanner: Do you mean Freddie? Is he okay? Roberts: Is Freddie the Clydesdale? Tanner: Yes, that's him. I got him off Charlie Garret, he's an older member of my congregation. Did something happen? Is he okay? Roberts: Nothing yet, we just want to understand some unusual properties Freddie has. Are you aware of these properties? Tanner: I think I am. You're talking about the photos, aren't you? Roberts: Yes, Mr Tanner. Now, how did you discover these properties of Freddie? Tanner: We have some fairs during the holidays and Charlie brought Freddie to give children rides. A local newspaper was doing a short piece on the fair and they took some photos of Freddie. It was all normal until the photographer starting running around, screaming about whether Freddie was okay. I managed to calm him down, when some other people looked at his photos and starting screaming. After I dealt with them, I decided to take the photos and see what the problem was. Roberts: So you looked at the photos yourself? Tanner: No, I asked my deacon to look at them and tell me what he was looking at. It was when he got to the photos of Freddie that he started running about and asking whether the horse was safe. After calming him, I knew Freddie was the root of the problem. Roberts: So when did you find out about the other unusual properties? Like how people would obey your commands? Tanner: That was when Charlie went into the hospital, cancer you see. Some of his friends and I went to see him and we started talking about Freddie. He was so worried about what would happen to Freddie if he couldn't look after him and I volunteered to take care of him for a while. He was overjoyed. I made a joke that the church would need more donations if I wanted to feed a horse and everyone just started thrusting money at me, saying they needed to help Freddie. Roberts: So after all this, why didn't you inform the police? Tanner: The police? They wouldn't believe me. Even if they did, I can only begin to guess what they'd use Freddie for. Imagine telling hundreds of young boys they needed to go to war to protect a young horse. Oh, it'd be a massacre. No, I couldn't tell the police. Roberts: I see. Mr Tanner, did you have any ulterior motive for taking care of Freddie? Tanner: An ulterior motive? Of course not, what kind of motive could I have? Roberts: Extortion, I think. Tanner: Extortion! Exactly what do you take me for? I am a man of God, I wouldn't use Freddie like that! Roberts: You're right Mr Tanner, you are a man of God. You are a man of God who stole over £50,000 from his congregation for his own gain. Tanner: How dare you! Roberts: Mr Tanner, please calm down or- Tanner: No, I will not calm down! You listen to me. You have kidnapped me, stuffed me in a cell like some criminal and now you accuse me of stealing from my own people. Who do you think you are to do this to me? What proof do you have for any of this? Roberts: Mr Tanner, sit down. As for proof, we talked to your congregation. Apparently, you regularly brought Freddie up in your sermons, often asking for donations to help care for him. Over the last 7 months you also made deposits totalling £50,000 to your personal account, all of which were made after a sermon in which you mentioned Freddie. Finally, you transferred all that money to another account a few hours before you left Barnsley. There's the proof. Tanner: That, you…I didn't…That doesn't prove anything! Roberts: I think it does, Mr Tanner. Regardless, we'll be transferring you to the police in a few hours for proper questioning. After that, they'll probably charge you with extortion. If you're lucky, they'll let you out in a few decades. Tanner: The police? There are police departments for this? Roberts: Oh yes. Now, if you'll excuse me I'll go to fill out the proper forms for your transfer and- Tanner: Wait! Roberts: Yes? Tanner: If you're not the police, then what are you? Some kind of government contractor? Roberts: We're independent operators, Mr Tanner. We have no need for government funding. Tanner: Well, look. I can't go to prison, I can't. Don't turn me over to the police, I'll do anything, I'll give you anything, I'll- Roberts: We don't care for your money, Mr Tanner. I sincerely doubt that you have much to offer us. Tanner: The pictures! Roberts: Pictures? Tanner: Of Freddie! You said that you had found some pictures. What if I told you that I had more? I have hundreds, thousands, all hidden! Roberts: And you would be willing to give us these photos? Even though you have no idea what we'd do with them? Tanner: Oh, come now! You seem like the kind of people who wouldn't hurt Freddie-er, a fly. All I want is to not go to prison. Just let me go to Spain and I'll stay out of your hair. Roberts: That's all, nothing else? Tanner: Of course. Roberts: In that case, Mr Tanner, I have one thing to say to you. If you want to save Freddie's life, then you'll tell us where those pictures are immediately. Tanner: What? Now, look here you can't be serious- Roberts: We certainly are. Tanner: I, they…the pictures are in 12 Richmond Street in Rhoose, hidden behind the wardrobe in the big bedroom. Roberts: Thank you Mr Tanner. I must say, you hid your exposure very well. Tanner: Not well enough. How did you find out? Roberts: Ultimately just a guess, the chances of you not being exposed were minuscule. The fact that you were so composed when we found you was unusual, everybody else who we interviewed was obsessed with Freddie. How is that possible? Tanner: It isn't. Roberts: What do you mean? Tanner: It isn't possible, you can't stop being obsessed with Freddie. All you can do is wait, with the knowledge scratching at your skull, bleeding you dry, until it becomes normal. That happened to me and I wanted to make others understand, so I showed my congregation the pictures. The fact I was able to take their money was just the icing on the cake. I presume you'll be giving me to the police now? Roberts: No, Mr Tanner. We can't risk you telling the police anything about our conversation. We'll have to keep you here. Tanner: So, I'm your prisoner? Roberts: No. Prisoners get paroled. <End Log> Closing Note: The presence of a large number of SCP-6894-1 instances at 12 Richmond Street, Rhoose, Wales was confirmed. In compliance with the orders of Senior Researcher Matthew Roberts, the British Occult Service was not informed of Eli Tanner's capture by the Foundation. Following his interview with Eli Tanner, Senior Researcher Roberts carried out a series of tests utilising SCP-6894-1 instances to ascertain their effects on sapient beings. On 2007-06-02, Senior Researcher Roberts submitted his proposal for Project Qahhar to Overseer Command. Following the unanimous approval of Overseer Command, the Project Qahhar proposal was submitted to the Ethics Committee for ethical overview. Project Qahhar was unanimously approved by the Ethics Committee, with Senior Researcher Roberts being promoted to Project Head. Following the creation of Project Qahhar, Project Head Roberts ordered Eli Tanner to be inputted into SCP-5562 to obtain the locations of other SCP-6894-1 instances. No relevant information was outputted. Project Qahhar Findings: Phase 1 Subjects: Sapient contained anomalies Status: COMPLETED on 2007-09-12 Results: Exposed anomalies have become more accepting of containment, reducing the rate of containment breaches by 76%. Several anomalies have assisted Foundation personnel in defending against attacks and in recontaining escaped anomalies. The integration of useful anomalies into the Foundation is ongoing. Phase 2 Subjects: Captured enemy agents Status: COMPLETED on 2007-12-04 Results: Captured agents have become far more willing to provide information to interrogators, resulting in 12 planned attacks on Foundation bases being foiled with minimal casualties. Several captured agents have volunteered their services to assist the Foundation and to act as spies within their original groups. These plans are ongoing. Phase 3 Subjects: Foundation personnel Status: COMPLETED on 2008-05-19 Results: Efficiency has increased by 37% overall. Over 200 embedded enemy agents have confessed and have worked to repair their sabotage of Foundation activities. Phase 4 Subjects: World Governments and Foundation allies Status: COMPLETED on 2009-02-27 Results: The Foundation has now been allowed free movement throughout the world. The amalgamation of other paranormal groups has allowed strengthening of Foundation resources in previously hostile regions. Phase 5 Subjects: Hostile Groups of Interest Status: COMPLETED on 2009-11-10 Results: The rate of anomalous attacks has decreased by 93%, with casualties decreasing by 78%. The integration of personnel into Foundation activities has increased efficiency by 29% and reduced costs by 18%. 874 stolen anomalies have been returned to Foundation custody. Phase 6 Subjects: Civilians Status: COMPLETED on 2010-06-17 Results: Civilian casualties of anomalous events have decreased by 95%. Costs of amnestication have decreased by 98%, with usage being restricted to accidental exposure to harmful cognitohazards. The worldwide acceptance of Foundation control has caused deaths due to disease, famine and war to decrease by 87%. Notable Incidents: On 2008-03-02, during Phase 3 of Project Qahhar, Site-01 and Site-12 were attacked by several rogue Mobile Task Forces, resulting in the immediate deaths of the entirety of Overseer Command and the Ethics Committee. Upon their capture, Project Head Roberts ordered all members of the rogue forces to be immediately terminated due to suspected memetic infection. Due to being the highest-ranking survivor of the attacks, Project Head Roberts was promoted to the position of Administrator of the Foundation, to ensure stability of leadership until replacement personnel could be promoted. As of 2018-03-02, none of these positions have been filled. Footnotes 1. Containment is under the purview of a third party. 2. Anomaly has been integrated into the Foundation's command structure, but is unrelated to Judaism. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6894" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6894. Licensed under CC-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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This is a rewrite of Claire Walker does not match any existing user name's skip. Hope you guys enjoy reading it! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6895 Level3 Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-101 Manuel Ryes Jones Marcel MTF ϰ-31 ("Unigifters") SCP-6895 accepting cookies baked by a local citizen Special Containment Procedures:1 Due to the anomalous makeup of SCP-6895, confinement of the anomaly is deemed unfeasible for the time being. In order to obscure the nature of the specimen, a Foundation front company, 'Stacy's Charity for the Poor', is to conduct annual charity events throughout numerous sizeable settlements throughout the United States, through the use of MTF ϰ-31 ("Unigifters"). Members of ϰ-31 are to clothe themselves similarly to SCP-6895 as well as travel via the use of standard unicycles when facilitating individuals the anomaly targets. This is to ensure the continuous negotiation with SCP-6895, and thus, the secrecy of the Veil. Description: SCP-6895 refers to an elderly humanoid male of non-descript build and height, self-identifying itself as "Sir Nicholas". The entity primarily manifests within various major cities across the United States during the night2 of December 25th. The specimen is typically seen emerging from a concealed area before traversing through the streets by riding a unicycle. Of note, SCP-6895 has also been reported to transport itself instantly from one location to another, though rarely utilizes this capability. SCP-6895's main abnormal quality is its ability to produce an array of objects. It achieves this by reaching behind itself and unknowingly 'pulling out' an item, despite possessing no storage unit on its back. Items fabricated by SCP-6895 are generally associated with the Christmas holiday, and also exhibit mild beneficial properties themselves, which serve to aid civilians in some way. The entity presents these gifts to those who are currently undergoing certain negative situations, homeless persons, or individuals who are financially unstable.3 The subjects SCP-6895 approaches do not question its motives or intentions, conversing to it as if they are greatly familiar with the specimen. It is unclear how long SCP-6895 was active for prior to Foundation intervention. Addendum 6895.1 - Conversion Log: Transcribed below is a conversation between Dr. Jones Marcel and SCP-6895 several years into containment. By now, they are considerably acquainted with one another. Date: 25/12/21 Location: Local park in San Francisco, California. Context: Footage taken from security cameras. [BEGIN LOG] Marcel is seated in a bench, fidgeting his fingers and staring at the city streets. He sighs, before taking out his mobile device and searching it. SCP-6895 manifests off-camera and approaches Marcel, its unicycle by its side. The entity lightly taps on his shoulder and he turns around, startled to see SCP-6895. Marcel places his phone in his pocket. 6895: Good evening, Marcel. Lovely weather we're having, don't you agree? Marcel: Oh, Nicholas. It's just you. Yes, it is nice. What're you doing here, anyways? Aren't you supposed to be with the other agents? 6895: I thought I'd check up on our favorite researcher. Besides, shouldn't you be with your family? Marcel: (Chuckles) Don't worry, I've already visited my parents for a turkey dinner. I'm only taking a breather before heading back home. 6895: Well, you must be cold if you're out here during Christmas night. Here, let me get you some eggnog to warm you right up. Marcel: Sure, I could use a drink. SCP-6895 reaches behind its back and, as expected, pulls out a bottle of eggnog. It presents it to Marcel, who thanks it. He opens the cap and gently blows before taking a sip. 6895: (Gestures) Would you mind if I sat here? Marcel: (Drinking) Hm? (Gulps) Oh, yeah, sure. Be my guest. 6895: Thank you. SCP-6895 takes a seat beside Marcel as it sets down its unicycle. It crosses its arms as the specimen looks off into the surrounding area. Civilians are conversing with one another, some holding food packages and wrapped presents. It sighs of relief. 6895: Such a lovely night, as with every other Christmas night. Marcel: (Inhales deeply) You can say that again. Marcel glares at SCP-6895 as it taps its foot, continuing to stare at the various citizens of the city. He takes a deep breath and straightens his coat. Marcel: Now, could you tell me why you're actually here? 6895: I-I beg your pardon? Marcel: You heard what I said. The Nick I know wouldn't waste a moment of giving presents to the not-so-fortunate people in the States. It would make sense if he came to Marcel after doing his job for the night, considering how long we've been acquainted. 6895: Was… was it that obvious? Marcel: To me, at least. Marcel looks away. Marcel: Now, with that being said, could you tell me the truth? What did you want to say? Of course, I won't force you if you aren't comfortable. (Mutters) I probably shouldn't be so blunt about it. SCP-6895 nervously laughs. 6895: It's alright, Marcel. I should apologize for not being honest with you. I just… I haven't told you much about my past, haven't I? Marcel: No, you haven't. Is that what you wanted to discuss with me? 6895: Yes, I didn't want to hide anything about myself, so I felt like I should discuss it with you. (Pause) Are you alright with that? Marcel: I'm alright if you're alright. I'm all ears. 6895: Right, well… have you ever questioned why I do what I do? Why I go so far into making the lives of these people at least a little better? Did you ever wonder why I wanted to do these acts of kindness? Marcel: Should people have a reason to be kind? 6895: No, but… for some people, yes. 6895: You see, when I was younger, I was always fascinated by this magical holiday. People giving their loved ones all kinds of presents. It made me smile watching old Christmas movies about the absolute joy surrounding this gifting tradition. Marcel: Wait, so you didn't believe in Santa? 6895: Not necessarily. I believed in the gift of giving others, an opportunity to bring a smile to their faces. I often imagined myself as Santa, though, pretending to give the nice kids all the toys in the world while riding on a flying sleigh. Marcel: (Smirks) Is that so? 6895: Yes, it was quite the pleasant experience… Imagine my shock when I realized I couldn't be able to spread that same joy to other people. Marcel: What do you mean? SCP-6895 looks above. 6895: My family wasn't in the best spot in terms of money. We barely had enough to sustain ourselves, let alone others. Mother would care for me at home while father was working overtime as a factory worker. Even then, we could only barely manage through the day with what little we had. 6895: I was devastated, to say the least. I always wanted to wrap and hand out neat, petite presents to our neighbors. But all I could do is leave myself to think of the many kids who hadn't received a single gift for Christmas, which is supposed to be the most marvelous time of the year. I practically blamed myself for their disappointment. Marcel: (Quietly) That must be difficult for someone as young as you were. How did your parents react? Surely you must've told them about your feelings towards this. 6895: They felt bad as well. Not for them, but for me as well, since their own child was having these thoughts, not being able to celebrate Christmas without this guiltiness propping up. They tried cheering me up, making me happy — Marcel: — but they couldn't afford making anyone else's day better. 6895: (Sighs) You took the words right out my mouth. Marcel: And how did you respond? 6895: Honestly, it only added to the remorsefulness. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern for me, but I just wanted them to direct their treatment to people who need it more than me. I'm sure there are those under no shelter who deserve it. Marcel: Then what did you decide to do? 6895: (Pause) To put it simply, I merely pushed myself to my goal: A future where I wouldn't resort to watching from a third-person view. I was gifted to give, and all I had to do is step forward. 6895: I worked tremendously day and night, from dawn till dusk, to sustain the people sleeping out front. I didn't want to waste another day sitting around and ignoring them, without Santa to bless them a merry Christmas. Marcel: So basically, you wanted to be that Christmas miracle, like in those old films you've mentioned? 6895: (Chuckles) I guess you could say that. Frankly, I sympathized with them. Marcel: (Grins) And look at you now, out here in the States, gifting people with treats and goodies, while riding on a unicycle. 6895: I thought the people would be entertained if I was using a more… unique form of transportation. Marcel: Well you've surely garnered their attention. Marcel points to a small crowd by the park's entrance, waving to SCP-6895. One child has a unicycle by his side as he openly smiles at the entity. It waves back while laughing under its breath. 6895: Oh, who would've thought? Marcel: You must be flattered to have people look up to you and your selfless deeds, especially the children. Seems like they're showing their gratefulness for what you've done. 6895: Don't forget your agents, Marcel. They deserve some credit as well. Marcel: Of course, but who's the predecessor here? Marcel stretches before taking another sip. Marcel: Thank goodness they haven't caught on. We do appreciate your cooperation with the secrecy and all. 6895: You're welcome. SCP-6895 inhales deeply, closing its eyes as it does so. 6895: Well, I guess it's my cue to go. These presents won't hand themselves, you know. Marcel: Let's hope they'll enjoy drinking this deliciously refreshing eggnog. This is the best I've ever had. 6895: (Smiles) Thank you. It's my mother's personal recipe. Marcel: Really? Well, I'm sure she and your father are glad to see how far their son has come. I thought you might want to hear that. 6895: Yes, they… they would. Marcel: Oh (pause) my condolences, Nicholas. 6895: It's alright. SCP-6895 stands and proceeds to walk away. Marcel: You know, we'll be celebrating new years at 101 for managing to survive another decade protecting humanity. I might send you an invite if the higher-ups would allow it. Maybe I could even introduce you to some of my other acquaintances. SCP-6895 stops in its tracks. Marcel: Just thought I'd tell you this. Who knows, maybe Sir Nicholas here would love to participate in an event such as this. Pause. 6895: …You'd be right. SCP-6895 continues on its path before teleporting off-camera. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Da'aS Elyon anomalies cannot be contained, necessitating the public be led to believe it is non-anomalous. 2. Specifically from 19:30 to 22:30 local time. 3. How SCP-6895 is able to determine those under said criteria is currently unknown. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-7245 (+54) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-4931 (+32) • Tales/GoI Formats In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • Something's Burning (+40) • ur typical unrequited love (+32) • water diet (+27) • A Taste For Sore Eyes (+12) • Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! (+37) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Roses And Thorns (+18) • #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • man overboard! (+29) • People Care, Dear (+14) • In Kirby's Case, Part I: An Antithesis (+11) • Other Collection Of Trolls (8999 Fanart) (+89) • NOTICED: SCP-7345 Fanart (+19) • DITTO: SCP-#### Fanart (+42) • ENLIGHTENMENT: SCP-6059 Fanart (+42) • froot froggo :) (+41) • HELTHY: SCP-6780 Fanart (+29) • King CalcaRuler: Halloween Emperor (+29) • COMBUST: SCP-6057 Fanart (+22) • Certified Criminal (+36) • a lack of care. (+28) • FISHER: SCP-2689 Fanart (+24) • the winkwonk page v2 (+37) • SCiPTEMBER DOODLES (+23) • CRACKHEAD: SCP-173 Fanart (+31) • 7K DOODLES (+72) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6895" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6895. Licensed under CC-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: Santa Name: Santa Claus? Author: Luca Venturi Oslo License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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This is a rewrite of Claire Walker does not match any existing user name's skip. Hope you guys enjoy reading it! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6895 Level3 Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-101 Manuel Ryes Jones Marcel MTF ϰ-31 ("Unigifters") SCP-6895 accepting cookies baked by a local citizen Special Containment Procedures:1 Due to the anomalous makeup of SCP-6895, confinement of the anomaly is deemed unfeasible for the time being. In order to obscure the nature of the specimen, a Foundation front company, 'Stacy's Charity for the Poor', is to conduct annual charity events throughout numerous sizeable settlements throughout the United States, through the use of MTF ϰ-31 ("Unigifters"). Members of ϰ-31 are to clothe themselves similarly to SCP-6895 as well as travel via the use of standard unicycles when facilitating individuals the anomaly targets. This is to ensure the continuous negotiation with SCP-6895, and thus, the secrecy of the Veil. Description: SCP-6895 refers to an elderly humanoid male of non-descript build and height, self-identifying itself as "Sir Nicholas". The entity primarily manifests within various major cities across the United States during the night2 of December 25th. The specimen is typically seen emerging from a concealed area before traversing through the streets by riding a unicycle. Of note, SCP-6895 has also been reported to transport itself instantly from one location to another, though rarely utilizes this capability. SCP-6895's main abnormal quality is its ability to produce an array of objects. It achieves this by reaching behind itself and unknowingly 'pulling out' an item, despite possessing no storage unit on its back. Items fabricated by SCP-6895 are generally associated with the Christmas holiday, and also exhibit mild beneficial properties themselves, which serve to aid civilians in some way. The entity presents these gifts to those who are currently undergoing certain negative situations, homeless persons, or individuals who are financially unstable.3 The subjects SCP-6895 approaches do not question its motives or intentions, conversing to it as if they are greatly familiar with the specimen. It is unclear how long SCP-6895 was active for prior to Foundation intervention. Addendum 6895.1 - Conversion Log: Transcribed below is a conversation between Dr. Jones Marcel and SCP-6895 several years into containment. By now, they are considerably acquainted with one another. Date: 25/12/21 Location: Local park in San Francisco, California. Context: Footage taken from security cameras. [BEGIN LOG] Marcel is seated in a bench, fidgeting his fingers and staring at the city streets. He sighs, before taking out his mobile device and searching it. SCP-6895 manifests off-camera and approaches Marcel, its unicycle by its side. The entity lightly taps on his shoulder and he turns around, startled to see SCP-6895. Marcel places his phone in his pocket. 6895: Good evening, Marcel. Lovely weather we're having, don't you agree? Marcel: Oh, Nicholas. It's just you. Yes, it is nice. What're you doing here, anyways? Aren't you supposed to be with the other agents? 6895: I thought I'd check up on our favorite researcher. Besides, shouldn't you be with your family? Marcel: (Chuckles) Don't worry, I've already visited my parents for a turkey dinner. I'm only taking a breather before heading back home. 6895: Well, you must be cold if you're out here during Christmas night. Here, let me get you some eggnog to warm you right up. Marcel: Sure, I could use a drink. SCP-6895 reaches behind its back and, as expected, pulls out a bottle of eggnog. It presents it to Marcel, who thanks it. He opens the cap and gently blows before taking a sip. 6895: (Gestures) Would you mind if I sat here? Marcel: (Drinking) Hm? (Gulps) Oh, yeah, sure. Be my guest. 6895: Thank you. SCP-6895 takes a seat beside Marcel as it sets down its unicycle. It crosses its arms as the specimen looks off into the surrounding area. Civilians are conversing with one another, some holding food packages and wrapped presents. It sighs of relief. 6895: Such a lovely night, as with every other Christmas night. Marcel: (Inhales deeply) You can say that again. Marcel glares at SCP-6895 as it taps its foot, continuing to stare at the various citizens of the city. He takes a deep breath and straightens his coat. Marcel: Now, could you tell me why you're actually here? 6895: I-I beg your pardon? Marcel: You heard what I said. The Nick I know wouldn't waste a moment of giving presents to the not-so-fortunate people in the States. It would make sense if he came to Marcel after doing his job for the night, considering how long we've been acquainted. 6895: Was… was it that obvious? Marcel: To me, at least. Marcel looks away. Marcel: Now, with that being said, could you tell me the truth? What did you want to say? Of course, I won't force you if you aren't comfortable. (Mutters) I probably shouldn't be so blunt about it. SCP-6895 nervously laughs. 6895: It's alright, Marcel. I should apologize for not being honest with you. I just… I haven't told you much about my past, haven't I? Marcel: No, you haven't. Is that what you wanted to discuss with me? 6895: Yes, I didn't want to hide anything about myself, so I felt like I should discuss it with you. (Pause) Are you alright with that? Marcel: I'm alright if you're alright. I'm all ears. 6895: Right, well… have you ever questioned why I do what I do? Why I go so far into making the lives of these people at least a little better? Did you ever wonder why I wanted to do these acts of kindness? Marcel: Should people have a reason to be kind? 6895: No, but… for some people, yes. 6895: You see, when I was younger, I was always fascinated by this magical holiday. People giving their loved ones all kinds of presents. It made me smile watching old Christmas movies about the absolute joy surrounding this gifting tradition. Marcel: Wait, so you didn't believe in Santa? 6895: Not necessarily. I believed in the gift of giving others, an opportunity to bring a smile to their faces. I often imagined myself as Santa, though, pretending to give the nice kids all the toys in the world while riding on a flying sleigh. Marcel: (Smirks) Is that so? 6895: Yes, it was quite the pleasant experience… Imagine my shock when I realized I couldn't be able to spread that same joy to other people. Marcel: What do you mean? SCP-6895 looks above. 6895: My family wasn't in the best spot in terms of money. We barely had enough to sustain ourselves, let alone others. Mother would care for me at home while father was working overtime as a factory worker. Even then, we could only barely manage through the day with what little we had. 6895: I was devastated, to say the least. I always wanted to wrap and hand out neat, petite presents to our neighbors. But all I could do is leave myself to think of the many kids who hadn't received a single gift for Christmas, which is supposed to be the most marvelous time of the year. I practically blamed myself for their disappointment. Marcel: (Quietly) That must be difficult for someone as young as you were. How did your parents react? Surely you must've told them about your feelings towards this. 6895: They felt bad as well. Not for them, but for me as well, since their own child was having these thoughts, not being able to celebrate Christmas without this guiltiness propping up. They tried cheering me up, making me happy — Marcel: — but they couldn't afford making anyone else's day better. 6895: (Sighs) You took the words right out my mouth. Marcel: And how did you respond? 6895: Honestly, it only added to the remorsefulness. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern for me, but I just wanted them to direct their treatment to people who need it more than me. I'm sure there are those under no shelter who deserve it. Marcel: Then what did you decide to do? 6895: (Pause) To put it simply, I merely pushed myself to my goal: A future where I wouldn't resort to watching from a third-person view. I was gifted to give, and all I had to do is step forward. 6895: I worked tremendously day and night, from dawn till dusk, to sustain the people sleeping out front. I didn't want to waste another day sitting around and ignoring them, without Santa to bless them a merry Christmas. Marcel: So basically, you wanted to be that Christmas miracle, like in those old films you've mentioned? 6895: (Chuckles) I guess you could say that. Frankly, I sympathized with them. Marcel: (Grins) And look at you now, out here in the States, gifting people with treats and goodies, while riding on a unicycle. 6895: I thought the people would be entertained if I was using a more… unique form of transportation. Marcel: Well you've surely garnered their attention. Marcel points to a small crowd by the park's entrance, waving to SCP-6895. One child has a unicycle by his side as he openly smiles at the entity. It waves back while laughing under its breath. 6895: Oh, who would've thought? Marcel: You must be flattered to have people look up to you and your selfless deeds, especially the children. Seems like they're showing their gratefulness for what you've done. 6895: Don't forget your agents, Marcel. They deserve some credit as well. Marcel: Of course, but who's the predecessor here? Marcel stretches before taking another sip. Marcel: Thank goodness they haven't caught on. We do appreciate your cooperation with the secrecy and all. 6895: You're welcome. SCP-6895 inhales deeply, closing its eyes as it does so. 6895: Well, I guess it's my cue to go. These presents won't hand themselves, you know. Marcel: Let's hope they'll enjoy drinking this deliciously refreshing eggnog. This is the best I've ever had. 6895: (Smiles) Thank you. It's my mother's personal recipe. Marcel: Really? Well, I'm sure she and your father are glad to see how far their son has come. I thought you might want to hear that. 6895: Yes, they… they would. Marcel: Oh (pause) my condolences, Nicholas. 6895: It's alright. SCP-6895 stands and proceeds to walk away. Marcel: You know, we'll be celebrating new years at 101 for managing to survive another decade protecting humanity. I might send you an invite if the higher-ups would allow it. Maybe I could even introduce you to some of my other acquaintances. SCP-6895 stops in its tracks. Marcel: Just thought I'd tell you this. Who knows, maybe Sir Nicholas here would love to participate in an event such as this. Pause. 6895: …You'd be right. SCP-6895 continues on its path before teleporting off-camera. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Da'aS Elyon anomalies cannot be contained, necessitating the public be led to believe it is non-anomalous. 2. Specifically from 19:30 to 22:30 local time. 3. How SCP-6895 is able to determine those under said criteria is currently unknown. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-7245 (+54) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-4931 (+32) • Tales/GoI Formats In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • Something's Burning (+40) • ur typical unrequited love (+32) • water diet (+27) • A Taste For Sore Eyes (+12) • Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! (+37) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Roses And Thorns (+18) • #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • man overboard! (+29) • People Care, Dear (+14) • In Kirby's Case, Part I: An Antithesis (+11) • Other Collection Of Trolls (8999 Fanart) (+89) • NOTICED: SCP-7345 Fanart (+19) • DITTO: SCP-#### Fanart (+42) • ENLIGHTENMENT: SCP-6059 Fanart (+42) • froot froggo :) (+41) • HELTHY: SCP-6780 Fanart (+29) • King CalcaRuler: Halloween Emperor (+29) • COMBUST: SCP-6057 Fanart (+22) • Certified Criminal (+36) • a lack of care. (+28) • FISHER: SCP-2689 Fanart (+24) • the winkwonk page v2 (+37) • SCiPTEMBER DOODLES (+23) • CRACKHEAD: SCP-173 Fanart (+31) • 7K DOODLES (+72) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6895" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6895. Licensed under CC-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: Santa Name: Santa Claus? Author: Luca Venturi Oslo License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Item#: 6896 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6896-A upon reaching its transgression threshold Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6896 is to be kept at Site-103 in a Specialized Indoor Growth Chamber, established in an airtight 4m x 4m x 3m enclosure with an outer decontamination chamber separating it from the rest of the facility. The walls of the chamber are to be constructed of reinforced concrete, and the atmosphere inside the chamber must be cleared of gases and/or compounds that may prove harmful to SCP-6896-A, lest its self-preservation capabilities be triggered. Any personnel entering the chamber outside of approved testing are required to wear full hazmat-protection suits, and the chamber must be cleared of any potential contaminates following an approved test. SCP-6896-A must be watered once every three (3) days and kept under artificial lighting. No less than twelve (12) armed security personnel are to be present outside SCP-6896's chamber during designated testing. Testing of SCP-6896 has been suspended until further notice. If any entities are to appear in SCP-6896's chamber, they are to be immediately subdued and placed into adjacent containment chambers transported to a permanent containment chamber in Site-103's Heavy Containment Sector until further notice. All documents pertaining to D-Class utilized in testing of SCP-6896 must be kept in a glass document container lined with SCP-148. D-Class are to be terminated following an experiment, regardless of the new personality the test yields in the subject. Any remaining D-Class personnel who have participated in testing of SCP-6896 are to be terminated immediately. Any communications between researchers related to affected D-Class personnel are to be handled via written communications utilizing documents held in containers lined with SCP-148. Description: SCP-6896-A is genetically identical to the white rose (Rosa x alba), also known as the white rose of York. Despite its title, SCP-6896-A generally dons an assortment of colors. SCP-6896-B is the flower pot in which SCP-6896-A is contained, and is shaped like the head of a demonic, horned figure, encompassed by a chain. All attempts to remove the chain from SCP-6896-B have proven unsuccessful due to SCP-6896-B's anomalous properties. The roots of SCP-6896-A seem to be embedded into SCP-6896-B, and as such, no attempts should be made to remove it from its container. Once a sapient being comes into direct contact with SCP-6896-A, it will erase all traces of the subject's greatest crime or transgression from the memories of everyone aware of it. Physical and digital traces of the offense will remain, though those viewing said evidence will be unable to perceive it as such, instead seeing it as portraying alternate information or simply nothing. Psionic-inhibiting tools and materials, such as SCP-148, will successfully nullify the effects of SCP-6896-A. Memories of the D-Class's wrongdoings and associated events will be retained temporarily after viewing a document under the nullifying effect of SCP-148, but constant viewings of these documents are necessary in order to continuously combat SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic effects. In addition, those with a Psionic Resistance Index of 75 or above prove to be completely immune to SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic abilities. A portion of SCP-6896's white petals will change color to represent the incorporated sin: Black - Violence & Murder Green - Greed & Selfishness Red - Romantic and/or Sexual Offenses Orange - Apathy & Carelessness Purple - Envy and Arrogance Yellow - Dishonesty & Fraud Blue - Overindulgence Pink - Indirect Transgressions SCP-6896-A's effect appears to work off of the individual's understanding of their sin, or more specifically, whether they genuinely perceive it as a sin. As such, SCP-6896 seems to have no effect on individuals with psychopathic tendencies, and wrongdoings perceived by the perpetrator as not being morally incorrect will not be affected by SCP-6896-A. The change SCP-6896 has on an individual is dependent on how impactful of an incident the transgression was compared to other memories. See Experiment-Log-6896-01 for a list of documented tests performed on SCP-6806-A. Addendum 6896-01: SCP-6896-A appears to have a limit of seven (7) sins at one time, and upon going over threshold, the eyes of SCP-6896-B will begin to emit a bright white light, emitting fog in a variety of colors. The fog will then shape itself into humanoid entities, designated SCP-6896-C, and the flower will revert to its pure white appearance.1 These entities will constitute characteristics pertaining to the offenses or crimes they represent, possessing the primary goal of carrying out this quality or action in full. These qualities generally determine the threat posed by each individual instance. Some, after being summoned, have demonstrated mostly passive behaviors, while others have managed to break containment immediately after manifesting. Upon completing their given objective, the entities will instantly dematerialize. The entities, while able to be subdued, are unable to be killed through any orthodox2 means. As such, the provision of particular items, circumstances, and D-Class in order to allow SCP-6896-C instances to complete their objective is the primary method of termination. Administered tests seem to suggest that these instances do not possess any matter, nor do they possess any weight. Despite this, the entities remain corporeal and can have forces exerted on themselves. See Experiment-Log-6896-02 for a list of documented instances of SCP-6896-C. Addendum 6896-02: SCP-6896-A has proven to be abnormally resistant, though not impervious, to physical trauma. It also possesses enhanced regeneration, gradually repairing itself from damages over time, the duration of which depending on the extent of the damages. In addition to these extraordinary qualities, SCP-6896-B will release instances of SCP-6896-C upon perceiving a threat to SCP-6896-A. The SCP-6896-C instance, regardless of its designated offense, will attempt to find the source of the danger and suppress it by an means necessary, demonstrating enhanced strength and hostility generally only presented by "black-sin" instances. A similar occurrence will happen if the flower is not provided with the necessary amount of water, nutrients and light for its survival, SCP-6896-C entities will aim to satisfy the needs of SCP-6896-A before reverting to their usual behaviors. SCP-6896-C instances will not demanifest during these periods, so it is critical that the safety and health of SCP-6896-A be maintained to prevent it from enacting these self-defensive measures. Addendum 6896-03: If SCP-6896-B perceives any threats to SCP-6896-A while it holds no transgressions, SCP-6896-A will absorb the sins of anyone within its immediate radius, regardless of physical contact. This works both as a defense mechanism by disorienting any sapient beings that may mean it harm, and as a method of "re-fueling" so that it may manifest more instances of SCP-6896-C. Despite having a predictable set of rules, SCP-6896-A will break these rules in the name of self-preservation, which may imply a sentience possessed by either SCP-6896-A or SCP-6896-B. Recovery: SCP-6896 was recovered on 11/03/201█, at the University of ███████, located in Miami, Florida. A group of college students, referring to themselves as "The Children of Eden", intended to use SCP-6896's anomalous abilities to "free themselves from sin” and to carry out the teachings given to them from an anomalous piece of literature known as “The Garden.” In their attempt, the group brought SCP-6896 to a clearing in the university and took turns relieving themselves of their burdens, inadvertently triggering the release of SCP-6896-C instances and resulting in the deaths of all but one of the group members. In addition, the incident resulted in psychological and physical injuries of a multitude of the university's students and faculty. Amelia Chen, the surviving member of "The Children Of Eden", was taken into Foundation custody the following day. An interview conducted with Amelia Chen can be accessed in Interview Log 6896-01. ↳ Interview Log 6896-01 – hide block Interview Log 6896-01 Interviewed: Amelia Chen, member of "The Children of Eden" and Person of Interest in an incident involving SCP-6896. Interviewer: Dr. Jacob Torenzo, MTF Theta-4 Researcher, Clearance Level 2. Foreword: Following the incident involving SCP-6896 at the University of ███████, a known affiliate of the group known as "The Children of Eden" is questioned on the origins of the anomaly and the nature of their organization. <Begin Log> Dr. Torenzo: Good afternoon Ms. Chen, as I'm sure you've already predicted, I'll be asking you about the events that transpired at your university yesterday, as well as your group's involvement in the incident. Amelia Chen: I … I want to speak to a lawyer. Dr. Torenzo: I'm afraid that particular legal preliminary is disregarded in cases involving demon-summoning flowers. It would be in your best interest to cooperate with us. Amelia Chen: Why am I even here? I didn't break any laws. I didn't … I didn't kill anyone, I- Dr. Torenzo: Though you and your friends were directly responsible for releasing creatures that did kill someone … someones. Amelia Chen: That … that wasn't supposed to happen. Dr. Torenzo: Well, what was supposed to happen? Amelia Chen: Well … Courtney, sh-she said it would be able to free us from our burdens, from our sins. Dr. Torenzo: Courtney? Amelia Chen: She was one of our group members, the one who brought the flower to us. Dr. Torenzo: Do you know where she obtained the flower? Amelia Chen: Well, Courtney, she has family up in Western Germany. So she goes up to visit for a week, and comes back with a beautiful flower, mostly a pure white with some black, red and green petals– Dr. Torenzo: Red, black and green? The flower only had a few blue petals when we acquired it. Amelia Chen: Y-yeah, it uh, changes colors when you touch it, I think the color is supposed to represent the sin it removes. Courtney said the red petals were hers, the black and green ones were already there when she found it. Dr. Torenzo: Intriguing, did she mention where in Germany she obtained the flower? Amelia Chen: Well, from what I remember, some flower shop that she stumbled across, she never gave a name. Dr. Torenzo: Alright then, now, can you tell me about the flower? Amelia Chen: Well, when I first saw the flower, it felt like it was emanating purity, and after seeing what it did for Courtney, we hoped it would do the same for us. Dr. Torenzo: What exactly did the flower do to Courtney? Amelia Chen: Well, I'm not exactly sure, but from what I can tell, it removed … or more accurately, absorbed … her greatest sin. She said that it felt freeing, to be freed of her greatest burden, and the rest of us wanted the same. It was exactly what we've been looking for. Dr. Torenzo: Being freed from your sin by removing your memory of it? That doesn't sound very freeing to me. Our mistakes can certainly weigh on us, but they're what allow us to do better in the future, they make us who we are, and contribute to our strengths as much as our weaknesses. To rid of them is to rid of a part of yourself. Amelia Chen: No. You … you don't understand. We have to be pure. It's humanity's greatest purpose, to reach perfection. Dr. Torenzo: As far as I can understand, you were an excellent student at the university you attended. Sophomore with a 4.0 GPA, pursuing environmental engineering, engaged in an internship program at Bio-Blueprints Incorporated, you seem to have your life in order. This obsession of yours was non-existent until your affiliation with the Children of Eden. Amelia Chen: … Dr. Torenzo: Can you tell me a little more about this group of yours? Amelia Chen: … Dr. Torenzo: Ms. Chen, please, the more you help us, the more we can help you. Amelia Chen: … So … the Children of Eden was just um, the name of the club that my study group and I formed. Jasmine came up with the name, she is … was … the leader of our group. She said that the name came to her, like intuition, sometime after she found the- um, never mind. Dr. Torenzo: Come on now, what did Jasmine find? Amelia Chen: Well, she found this book, it was called "The Garden". She showed the book to us, said it was the most valuable thing she found. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that until after she showed the book to us. It was enlightening, full of everything holy and pure and divine. I discovered a purpose I didn't know I had, to become pure, whatever the cost. Dr. Torenzo: Is this book still in your possession? Amelia Chen: Jasmine held onto it. Or, maybe more accurately, she became possessive of it. She wouldn't let us see it outside of our group meetings, and hid it somewhere only she would find it. Guess she didn't trust us as much as I thought. Dr. Torenzo: I see. Can you remember the contents of the book? Amelia Chen: Sort of, it feels less like reading and digesting information, and more like being transformed by the words on the page, or having parts of yourself unlocked. There was one particular line that's been stuck on my mind since, it went, um, [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED]. Dr. Torenzo: Oh … oh I see. I … yes. I understand now. I apologize for the inconvenience Ms. Chen. Please, wait one moment. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Torenzo, after abruptly ending the interview, proceeded to relay the memetic hazard to the rest of his colleagues. Eventually, Site Director Max Hardy called in MTF Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") to contain a potential auditory cognitohazard. Upon discovering its origin, it was determined that "The Garden" may be an anomalous and memetically hazardous form of literature capable of effectively brainwashing individuals into becoming associated with the organization known as the Children of Eden (GoI-015). MTF Chi-9 ("Page Turners") have been tasked with discovering and containing any instances of "The Garden" which may exists. The affected personnel, along with Amelia Chen, were given amnestic treatment and kept under observation for a period of 48 hours. After this period, it was considered safe for the afflicted personnel to return to work. Amelia Chen has been released, remaining under the supervision of Agent Mason Ridge of MTF Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") until further notice. MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners") have been tasked with the discovery and acquisition of any additional SCP-6896 instances in the wild. ‣ Experiment-Log-6896-01 – hide block Note: Three tests were conducted but not fully documented as a result of SCP-6896's anomalous capabilities. The D-Class personnel involved in these tests, after being subjected to SCP-6896's anti-memetic effects, would be perceived by the researchers, security personnel, and themselves as ordinary citizens, baffling all parties involved. Attempts to identify the true identity of the subject would generally fail, as documents pertaining to the individual would omit all information related to the subject's transgression, and therefore their subsequent trial, imprisonment, and incorporation into the D-Class population. Testing would reveal no anomalous qualities in the affected individuals, and as such, the subjects often ended up being amnesticized and released. It was not until operatives of MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") were requested to investigate the presence of a possible anti-memetic entity that the discovery of SCP-6896-A's main anomalous properties were discovered and effective countermeasures were implemented. Experiment-6896-01 Subject: D-9302, incarcerated for driving under the influence of alcohol, resulting in an accident that caused the deaths of the three pedestrians. Motive: Subject claims he had lost his best friend to suicide the same day, and had began heavily drinking as a coping mechanism. Test Purpose: Presumably to confirm the anomalous properties of SCP-6896 Result: Four of SCP-6896-A's white petals change to orange. All persons involved become unaware of the subject's D-Class status. Subject amnesticized and released. Additional: It was noted that the subject seemed to lack any signs of depression when discovered following the test, and despite his confusion upon finding himself in Foundation custody, presented himself as upbeat during subsequent questioning. This contradicts his mood prior to the incident resulting in his imprisonment. It is hypothesized that the subject felt more guilty for his friend's suicide than he did the lives lost later that day, and therefore, this was the moment chosen by SCP-6896 to remove. Because his friend's lost contributed directly to his drinking, and his drinking led to his crime and imprisonment, all these details were removed from the memories of the subject. Experiment-6896-01 Experiment-6896-02 Foreword: Four more of SCP-6896-A's petals seemed to have changed to orange following Timothy Greene's random and unexplained appearance in Foundation custody. Reasoning for this, and whether the incidents are connected, is unknown. It has been determined that a previous test took place, but was erased from the memories of the researchers as a result of SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic effects. Subject: D-3054, incarcerated for being directly involved in a string of bank robberies that occurred across Brooklyn, New York. Motive: The subject desired to complete a series of successful robberies before fleeing to Switzerland, living comfortably with the money they've acquired. Test Purpose: To confirm the anomalous properties of SCP-6896 Result: Four of SCP-6896-A's petals changed from white to green, though no significant changes seem to have been made to the subject, nor have any of the "demonic" instances observed at the university appeared. Upon questioning, the subject appeared to feel no different than he did prior to the test. Conclusion: Results mostly inconclusive. The only thing that is known is that the color of SCP-6896-A's white petals changed upon contact with the subject, as mentioned by Ms. Chen during her interview. It is believed that the four orange petals present before the test appeared as a result of Timothy Greene coming into contact with SCP-6896-A, though how he appeared in Foundation custody remains unknown. Additional: Perez's most rewarding heist, the robbery of Brooklyn's Bank of ███████, seems to have been completely erased from the memories of all those aware of it. This effect was not identified until after countermeasures to SCP-6896's anomalous effects had been implemented. The reason the subject continued to be perceived as a D-Class seems to be because, despite his greatest heist having been erased from the memory of everyone aware of it, his numerous other heists still had a significant impact on his eventual arrest and procuring of D-Class status. Experiment 6896-03 Subject: D-8193, incarcerated for impersonating his twin brother and acquiring his assets upon his death. Whether the subject had contributed to his brother's demise is unknown. Motive: To acquire the wealth of his brother. Subject holds a resentment towards his deceased brother, and displayed very little remorse for stealing his brother's name. Test Purpose: Presumably to determine the extent of SCP-6896's anomalous abilities. Result: Four of the flower's petals changed to a mix of yellow and green. Again, the subject was seen as a normal citizen rather than a D-Class personnel, questioned, tested for anomalous capabilities or influence, amnesticized and released. Additional: If the subject who comes into contact with SCP-6896-A has committed a crime fitting into multiple of SCP-6896-A's given "categories," the petals on the entity will don a mix of the colors representing those categories. Experiment 6896-04 Subject: D-9384, incarcerated for the murder of another resident at the apartment complex where he resided. Motive: Subject appeared to have no connection or ill-will towards the victim, though the subject was known for consistently being under the influence of illegal mind-altering drugs. Test Purpose: Presumably to determine the extent of SCP-6896-A's anomalous capabilities. Result: Four of SCP-6896's petals had become blue. Subject questioned, studied and then released as in previous cases where the subject had only committed one major transgression. Additional: The petals were believed to have been turned blue to represent hostility and murder, but after studying the SCP-6896-C instances that appeared after Experiment 6896-08, it appears that blue represents overindulgence. Whether the subject saw this as the greater of the two transgressions, the subject's memory or perception of the murder had been blocked out as a result of being under the influence of drugs, or the subject was actually innocent of the murder remains unknown. Experiment 6896-02 Experiment 6896-05 Subject: D-1029, incarcerated for using the online dating platform "Tinder" to lure unsuspecting young men to their deaths. Motive: Subject demonstrates psychotic tendencies. Upon being questioned on the reason for her actions, she claimed she "loved watching the light leave their love-struck eyes." Test Purpose: To determine the extent of SCP-6896-A's anomalous capabilities. Result: SCP-6896-A demonstrated no anomalous activity upon direct contact with the subject. Experiment terminated. Conclusion: Results once again inconclusive. Subject claimed feeling no different after contact with SCP-6896-A. It is possible that SCP-6896-A's color-changing properties require the individual who comes into contact with it to be capable of feeling remorse for their actions. Additional: SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic abilities also seem to rely on the subject believing they possess a transgression or sin to obscure, and therefore will only be effective when the individual is capable of perceiving their actions as immoral. Experiment 6896-03 Experiment-6896-06 Foreword: Regarding the recent incidents of civilians appearing randomly in SCP-6896's containment chamber, consultants from MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") and Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") have been requested to investigate the possibility of SCP-6896-A possessing anti-memetic properties and/or presenting space-time anomalous abilities. Subject: D-4920, a teacher who was incarcerated for murder after one of his students had confided in him that they were being stalked on their walk home. The subject had confronted the stalker later that day, resulting in a physical altercation which ended in the subject brutally beating the stalker to death. Motive: It seems the subject did not have any intention of murdering the victim until the victim began showing signs of hostility upon being confronted. Result: Four of SCP-6896-A's petals changed from white to red. Those questioning the subject claimed that the subject's somber demeanor had diminished greatly. The subject did not deny committing the murder, but did become much less accepting of the consequences of his actions, insisting that what he did was in complete self-defense. Conclusion: SCP-6896-A, in addition to once again changing color, seems to have changed the subject's perception of the crime he committed, though in what way is still uncertain. The subject doesn't seem to perceive the details of the incident any differently, but his attitude towards it has change quite significantly. More testing is required. Additional: Based on the information obtained from the SCP-6896-C entities, red seems to represent lust. The subject was previously married, but was caught in an affair with another woman, leading to his eventual divorce. It is believed that the subject viewed this incident as a more significant offense than his crime. The guilt lifted from him upon contact with SCP-6896-C would account for his altered mannerisms. Experiment-6896-07 Subject: D-1430, incarcerated for hiding in the back of his employer's car and suffocating them with a chain. Motive: The subject was laid off from his place of employment three days prior to the murder. Test Purpose: To test the effects of SCP-6896-A on a subject who has committed only one major transgression. Result: The subject, as in previous undocumented tests of a similar nature, appeared confused as to where he was. Implemented countermeasures utilizing SCP-148 were successful in inhibiting SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic influence on documentations. Despite losing all memories of the crime he committed, it could not be ensured that the subject would not kill again were a similar circumstance to arise. Subject terminated. Conclusion: SCP-6896-A possesses anti-memetic properties, and upon a subject coming into direct contact with the entity, it will remove the memories of a subject's greatest crime or offense from everyone aware of it, along with the offense's subsequent consequences. Flower petals changed to black, which seems to contradict the results of both Experiment-6896-04 and Experiment-6896-06, where the petals turned blue and red, respectively, upon an individual convicted of murder coming into contact with the entity. More tests necessary to understand the reasoning behind this apparent contradiction, and whether the colors presented really mean anything. Additional: It has been determined that black petals represent transgressions of murder and violence, and that red and blue represent different transgressions than originally believed. Experiment-6896-08 Subject: D-4729, incarcerated for the murder of up-and-coming actor Franklin Slater. Motive: The two seemed to be acquaintances, attending the same fitness center. The subject gradually became jealous of his victim's physique, fame, and wealth over time. The subject began stalking Slater, until eventually poisoning him by depositing arsenic into his food at a public diner. Test Purpose: To test what would happen if a non-psychopathic individual were to come into contact with SCP-6896-A when it did not possess any white petals. Result: As expected, the subject, upon having his greatest transgression removed from memory, expressed significant confusion. Shortly after the subject's contact with SCP-6896-A, the eyes of SCP-6896-B began to glow white, and semi-humanoid entities, designated SCP-6896-C, were released from the vase. One of the instances attempted to terminate D-4729 before being subdued by the security personnel present outside the chamber. Instances were subsequently taken to containment chambers adjacent to SCP-6896’s enclosure and studied, the findings documented in Experiment-Log-6896-02. All of SCP-6896-A's petals reverted back to white, followed by four of its petals donning a black-violet appearance. Conclusion: SCP-6896-C instances appear once a subject comes into contact with SCP-6896-A when it has no remaining white petals. As SCP-6896 possesses twenty-eight petals, and four are affected when the flower comes into contact with a subject, it can be determined that SCP-6896-A is capable of incorporating seven transgressions at one time, before they are released in the form of SCP-6896-C instances. The anti-memetic effects of SCP-6896-A persisted following this incident. For a comprehensive list of tests conducted on SCP-6896-A, contact Lead Researcher Marissa Villanueva. ‣ Experiment-Log-6896-02 – hide block Note: Every instance of SCP-6896-C is unique in appearance, with the exception of the devil-like tail and horns that each possess, the color of which correlates with one of the colors present on the petals of SCP-6896-A. SCP-6896-C-01 Foreword: Due to SCP-6896-C-01's enhanced capabilities, it could not be contained before demanifesting. The following information was collected from eyewitnesses and security footage. Description: SCP-6896-C-01 appears to be capable of absorbing the light that hits it, giving it a pitch-black appearance, with the exception of its green tail and horns. The entity has demonstrated remarkable speed, flexibility and agility, managing to evade the security personnel responsible for detaining it following its initial appearance. Behavior: The instance proceeded to make its way through the facility, bypassing locked Foundation doors and seizing the most valuable items it could find.3 After taking a variety of different objects for a period of about 4 minutes, SCP-6896-C-01 demanifested, leaving behind the things it acquired. Additional: The entity, corresponding with SCP-6896-A's green petals, has been determined to represent greed. It is critical in future testing of SCP-6896-A for the test subject to have not been incarcerated for crimes involving infiltration or exfiltration, it is simply too dangerous to have an entity capable of these operations loose in the facility. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-02 Description: SCP-6896-C-02 has the appearance of a slim and twitchy humanoid of indeterminate race, age and gender. The entity's pupil and iris in both eyes seemed to have been replaced by a multicolored spiral, which enables the entity's anomalous abilities. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-02's main desire is to ingest any form of hallucinogen it is capable of acquiring. Upon being detained, the entity consistently made attempts to bribe and/or persuade the security personnel into providing it with known hallucinogenic drugs, requests including LSD, DMT, PCP, and Ketamine. Upon making eye contact with the entity, the security personnel began to display signs of psychosis, experiencing hallucinations and displaying paranoid and agitated behaviors. Amidst the chaos, SCP-6896-C-02 escaped and made its way through the facility, inducing psychosis in the site personnel it encountered. It eventually made its way into a on-site greenhouse filled with non-anomalous botanic organism. Any plants coming into contact with SCP-6896-C-02 would be converted into hallucinogenic and psychoactive herbs. Identified herbs include cannabis, jimsonweed, salvia, opium poppies, and peyote. The subject then proceeded to ingest several of the converted plants until eventually demanifesting. Additional: The entity, corresponding to the blue petals of SCP-6896-A, has been determined to represent overindulgence. The researchers and personnel who observed the incident claimed that it did not seem that the entity intentionally induced psychosis in its victims, as it would never actively attempt to look into the eyes of those around it, only doing so in evasive action. Still, it is my belief that the wisest course of action would be to cease all testing of SCP-6896, as its unpredictability presents an evident threat to the Foundation, especially to a facility possessing light-to-moderate defenses such as Site-103. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-03 Description: SCP-6896-C-03 took the appearance of Theta-4 Commander John Hathaway.4 This was not discovered until the entity demanifested in the middle of a conversation with Dr. Glastonbury. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-03 manifested out-of-view of the present security personnel and researchers. The phoney Hathaway claimed to have made an early return from Site-104, and possessed a significant amount of information about Foundation operations. Mr. Glatonsbury stated that SCP-6896-C-03 behaved very similarly to Commander Hathaway, but had a demeanor that seemed "off". The entity possessed information pertaining to Site-103's contained SCPs, containment, and Theta-4 operations, but appeared to be abnormally hesitant in engaging in topics related to Hathaway's personal affairs. SCP-6896-C-03 had on his possession identification and access cards identical to that of Commander Hathaway. Upon its demanifestation, it was revealed the entity had in its possession several Level-4 classified documents. Additional: The entity, corresponding to the green-yellow petals of SCP-6896-A, represented both greed and fraudulence. As this is the second incident of an SCP-6896-C instance gaining access to classified Foundation intelligence, I implore that we cease all testing of SCP-6896. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-04 Foreword: After multiple incidents resulting from other SCP-6896-C instances, it was decided that D-Class should be the only personnel allowed to interact with these entities. Description: SCP-6896-C-04 is a slender and pasty humanoid of indeterminate race, age and gender. It appears to lack anatomical features necessary for human sensation and perception, most notably the eyes, ears, and nose. Closer inspection and testing have revealed it to also be missing a tongue and any sensory receptors. The entity appears to be in a state of degeneration, possessing a withering body in addition to rotting teeth and gums. The entity wears stained and worn clothes, in addition to effusing an odor described by the researcher team as "sickeningly abhorrent." Testing: Despite its condition, SCP-6896-C-04 appears perfectly capable of locomotion and navigating its surroundings. All attempts to procure the attention of the entity will fail. Individuals attempting to grab the attention of the entity will gradually become more depressed and more persistent on obtaining the entity's attention until they inevitably take their own life, as was the case with the D-Class subject assigned to the entity. The entity demanifested immediately following the incident. Additional: The entity, corresponding with SCP-6896-A's orange petals, has been determined to represent apathy. SCP-6896-C-05 Description: SCP-6896-C-05 appears to be a meager humanoid possessing substandard qualities. The entity is shorter, frailer, and seemingly less intelligent than the average individual, and detainment of the instance proved to be easily accomplished. Behavior: D-0291 was ordered to interact with SCP-6896-C-05. In their subsequent conversations, the entity displayed an increasing amount of disdain towards the D-Class subject, consistently mentioning how the subject was "Always trying to prove he was better" or was "compensating for something." Eventually, the instance cease all conversation with the subject, and D-0291 was returned to his containment cell. Approximately 12 hours after the interaction, SCP-6896-C-05 disappeared from its cell. Shortly after, D-0291 began to complain that SCP-6896-C-05 was watching him at all times, disappearing from view when the subject attempted to focus on it. Attempts of outsiders to observe SCP-6896-C-05 proved unsuccessful. D-0291 became increasingly more paranoid, claiming that the instance appeared more and more often. The subject died of arsenic toxicity approximately 6 hours after SCP-6896-C-05's initial appearance, and it is presumed that the instance demanifested shortly after. Additional: The instance, corresponding to the purple-black petals of SCP-6896-A, represents both violence and envy. We are fortunate that the new security measures were put in place, anyone on SCP-6896's research team could have met the same fate. The anomalous abilities of the SCP-6896-C instances have proven almost impossible to predict and defend against. If we continue working with SCP-6896-A, and more of there instances manifest, we could risk the loss of numerous Site-103 personnel. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-06 Description: SCP-6896-C-06 bears the appearance of an attractive, male humanoid. The instance dons a well-tailored suit with black dress gloves and shoes. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-06 possesses a passive demeanor, and showed little to no resistance when security personnel escorted him to his containment cell. The instance attempted to flirt with the female security personnel during transport to its containment cell. The instance appears to display some psionic ability, as females, including those with no romantic or sexual attraction towards men, found themselves allured by SCP-6896-C-06's charms. SCP-6896-C-06 displayed no activity after its confinement. If the objective of the instance is similar to the nature of the offense it represents, there is no practical or ethical way to get it to demanifest. As such, the instance will remain in a permanent humanoid containment cell until further notice. Additional: The instance, corresponding to the red petals of SCP-6896-A, represents lust. SCP-6896-C-07 Description: SCP-6896-C-07 is concealed in a full-body cloak, and proves too dangerous to inspect further. Both of its hands appear to have been replaced by steel chains. The instance emits no sounds, with the exception of the clank of its chains when it attacks. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-07 proved to be the most violent of the SCP-6896-C instances, attacking the security personnel tasked with containing it immediately upon detecting them. Its primary method of attack is using its chain, which it wraps around its victims in an attempt to suffocate them. The instance appears to have abnormal strength and was capable of holding its own against multiple security personnel before being detained. The entity had to be held in a heavy containment cell due to the enhanced strength it possesses. Upon realizing it could not damage the walls of its containment cell, the entity proceeded to pace around its space. As the entity seems to not pose a threat while in its cell, no further action is to be taken at this time. Additional: The instance, corresponding to the black petals of SCP-6896-A, represents violence. Incident-6896-01 After the initial set of SCP-6896-C instances were observed, testing continued on SCP-6896-A. Upon once again surpassing SCP-6896-A's limit, the entity released instances of SCP-6896-C as normal. However, a "black-sin" instance, absorbed by SCP-6896-A from a D-Class subject incarcerated for murderer, detonated during transport5 to its permanent containment cell, resulting in the demanifestation (deaths?) of every other SCP-6896-C instance, along with the losses of several security personnel and three researchers.6 It has been determined that SCP-6896-C instances present too great of a threat, and that all testing into SCP-6896 is to cease immediately. Giselle has been placed into administrative leave following the unfortunate loss of her brother, though the incident seems to have left her with a disdain of both myself and the Foundation as a whole. It is my recommendation that a psychiatrist be summoned to the site to evaluate Giselle's mental state. If it is revealed that Giselle cannot recover from the incident, or that she poses a threat to herself or the Foundation, that she undergo amnestic therapy and be provided with a new life outside of the Foundation. - Site Director Max Hardy Footnotes 1. With the exception of four petals retaining their color, indicating the continued presence of one sin. 2. Approval for testing anomalous means of termination pending. 3. Fortunately, Site-103 does not contain any SCP objects SCP-6896-C-01 would consider valuable or obtainable. 4. Who at the time of the incident was assisting Site-104 botanical personnel in the maintenance of SCP-628. 5. The instance seems to have waited until it was far enough from SCP-6896-A and its containment chamber to detonate. This implies that SCP-6896-C instances are incapable of carrying out actions that could prove harmful to SCP-6896-A. 6. Esmerelda Booking, Danielle Pastings, and Thomas Giselle
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Special Containment Procedures The building containing SCP-6897 has been purchased by the Foundation through the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. Businesses previously renting office space in the building have been evicted or provided lease buyouts, and the building itself has been closed to the public. The O5 Council is considering utilizing the property as a provisional Site, but until such decision is made, the building is to appear condemned to the public. Description SCP-6897 is an extradimensional space connected to a door in a nondescript office building in Irvine, California. This door is composed of particle board and covered in a false walnut veneer. The density of the door is 78 grams per cm3.1 Despite this, the door does not resist opening, and does not put the resultant strain on the frame and hinges one would expect from such density. The door is locked with a 16-digit combination electronic mechanism with 26 keys. The keys feature variations on logos from Fortune 500 companies instead of letters, numbers or symbols. One of the logos is that of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GOI-5889). Entrance to SCP-6897 is impossible without either the code or an individual already within the anomaly opening the door.2 SCP-6897 resembles an non-anomalous professional building with cubicles, internal offices, and conference rooms. The boundaries of SCP-6897 have not been established to any specificity, as they cannot be observed on footage retrieved from visitors. Individuals who enter SCP-6897 have noted that light and gravity do not follow the usual physical laws.3 The sounds of fax machines, old modems, crackling fires, warped gong strikes, and low murmuring can be heard in every known area of SCP-6897. No source for these sounds has been identified. To date, only two civilians have accessed the anomaly prior to the Foundation’s discovery, and both have shown complete resistance to amnestics. To maintain the Veil, these individuals have been held in a detainment center maintained by Foundation security services pending processing by the Ethics Committee.4 Discovery: In late 2021, several reports to the Irvine Police Department noted the sound around the building was abnormally reduced.5 After more than ten such reports, the local precinct tasked two police officers with investigating. The following is a transcript of a recording dated 12 November, 2021 from the two responding officers’ body cameras. Both the officers and their cameras were later taken into Foundation custody. [The two police officers – Grimes and Hernandez – exit their vehicle and approach the building containing SCP-6897.] Officer Grimes: [Activating her radio.] Central, Officer 843 and 758 reporting. We’re at 1611 Bristol responding to the… noise complaint, I guess? Central: Roger. Grimes: I’m sorry. Can you repeat the complaints again? Central: Uh, basically we’ve got various versions of “the area around the building is too quiet” but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Thing is the last one was from the captain’s wi– Grimes: Forget it, Central. I know what they meant. [Grimes and Hernandez look up as a commercial airliner flies low overhead on takeoff. There is very little noise on the recording.] Hernandez: What the fuck? Grimes: I don’t know. Hernandez: How you wanna handle this? Probably just a trick of acoustics. Grimes: Must be some trick… I don’t know. We got sent out here, something is clearly happening. Least we can do is ask around the office. [Hernandez nods and heads towards the entrance. He stares up at the sky for a moment as he holds the door for Grimes and then, after shaking his head, follows her in.] [The following thirty minutes is redacted for brevity. The two officers ask at each of the offices in the building – consisting of medical practices, xray techs, labs, and several financial advisors – receiving no significant answers. Those asked noted the reduction in sound from the aircraft, which was said to be audible within the building prior to the last thirty days. No further information was given.] [The officers approach the elevator bank on the second floor.] Grimes: Alright, let’s get out of here. Hernandez: But we haven’t checked with anyone on the third floor. [Grimes sighs and nods, hitting the button for the third floor in the elevator.] The doors open on a long hallway. The shape of the hallway does not match the exterior dimensions of the building – the elevators are opposite a glass embankment looking out on the parking lot, but this floor plan stretches out into space that should be outside the boundaries of the structure. Neither officer notices. At the end of the dim hallway, nearly fifty meters long, is a single doorway illuminated by recessed lighting directly above the frame on the ceiling. Both officers proceed slowly down the corridor. Just as Grimes is about to knock on the door, it is opened quickly and a bright light shines through. Both officers shield their eyes due to the change in the light levels.] Unknown: Oh, thank goodness, we’ve been waiting for you. Come in! Come in! [A female figure stands in front of the bright light, only seen in silhouette.] Grimes: Ma’am, we’re here to investi– Unknown: Yes yes, forget all that, come in already! [Both officers enter through the open door and their body cameras adjust to the light levels revealing an office of nondescript design. The walls visible are clearly internal walls, not the exterior of the building. No visible windows appear on camera at any point.] Grimes: Ma’am, we need to ask you a few ques– [Grimes stops speaking as the woman comes into the camera’s view. The woman is dressed in a tailored, charcoal pant suit in three inch heels and with a ruffled blouse. She is also wearing her hair in a bob style over a bandage wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. Trails of blood seep from where the eye orbits would be placed, soaking through the bandage, and dripping down onto her suit jacket and blouse.] Hernandez: Ma’am, do you need medical assistance? We can have an ambulance here within minutes. Unknown: Why? Hernandez: Because of your eyes. You’re bleeding pretty profusely from your eyes. Unknown: Oh I don’t have eyes, so never you worry! Now, my name is Mari MacPhaerson and we’ve been waiting for you! Need to keep to a schedule when you’re producing mediaTM.6 Grimes: [Clears her throat] I’m sorry, what media? MacPhaerson: Why, this media! [She waves her arm, beckoning towards the office and the many individuals working in cubicles. Each individual, some appearing human and others not7 stand up from their cubicles and smile towards the officers. Digital effects are suddenly added to the footage: an unfolding pennant and fireworks, and then words play across the screen, perfectly framed. The footage loses its grain and aspect ratio and appears at 4k resolution.] Grimes: Oh fuck. Why can I see that? MacPhaerson: Well, recently, a lot of our fans have been asking for some behind-the-scenes action. Find out how the sausage is made, don’t ya know? And we thought, what better way than a guerrilla documentary? Flashy edits, some special effects, and a whole lot of that special attention only Vikander-Kneed can show a piece of media. Grimes: No, I meant why can I see this over my eyes? MacPhaerson: I wouldn't want to say, dear. We don't practice discrimination on the basis of disability, or career choice. Grimes: What do you mean? MacPhaerson: Let's get on with the tour! [The two officers and MacPhaerson are abruptly transported to somewhere else in the building. Grimes falls to her knees and vomits. MacPhaerson does not indicate she has noticed, simply staring directly into Hernandez’ body camera.] MacPhaerson: First stop, creative! As you know, we at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media are trying to bring about the Better TomorrowTM through better media! And that all starts with creative. [Hernandez begins to sway, but as MacPhaerson turns away, she holds one hand up to his shoulder to steady him.] MacPhaerson: What you see before you is the heart and soul of VKTM creative: The T.H.I.N.K T.A.N.K. [MacPhaerson turns back to Hernandez’ body camera, crouches slightly and holds a hand up to her mouth before whispering.] MacPhaerson: I’d tell you what the acronym is for, but then I’d have to kill you. [She levels her bleeding orbits at the camera for nearly a full minute. Grimes continues to retch. Finally, MacPhaerson sighs and stands straight, turning towards Grimes.] MacPhaerson: Dear, are you planning on doing that for much longer? It’s just horribly disgusting and not in the way we usually like our media to involve. [MacPhaerson pats the back of the officer’s head a few times and then indicates the cubicles in front of her. When Hernandez bends to help Grimes up, MacPhaerson snaps her fingers and Hernandez is physically dragged towards her, perfectly framing her in front of the cubicles. Grimes has regained her feet and walks toward them, pulling out her night stick.] MacPhaerson: The thing you have to understand when you consider where media comes from, is inspiration. But that’s elusive, isn’t it? Where do all our best ideas come from? It’s one of the age old dilemmas for the artist. Well, we’ve solved that problem with T.H.I.N.K T.A.N.K. [Grimes raises her hand to strike the woman and MacPhaerson extends her arm, catching the night stick and pulling it away in a smooth motion. Grimes is physically pulled from her feet by the motion and thrown to the ground. MacPhaerson hands the night stick to a PA who has appeared from behind a cubicle.] MacPhaerson: Now here we see the first archival picture of the inaugural T.H.I.N.K T.A.N.K.! [Grimes is suddenly on her feet and placed in front of a framed picture.] MacPhaerson: Requiescat in pace. [MacPhaerson turns and indicates the cubicles in front of her.] MacPhaerson: But as you can see, we’ve improved a lot over the years! [Hernandez turns, panning across the cubicles. Seated in front of computers, their legs bound in chains and their necks restrained to the chair in iron bands, sit four individuals. They are editing footage, writing scripts, drawing and recording dialogue, respectively.] Hernandez: Hey, you can’t keep these people locked up! [Hernandez reaches for his gun, but finds the holster empty. A PA quickly walks around the corner of a cubicle, holding two berretta pistols. Hernandez turns to look at Grimes and sees her holster is empty as well.] MacPhaerson: What do you mean? They love it here! They live creatively fulfilling jobs making the brilliant media Vikander-Kneed distributes. Hernandez: But they’re chained up! MacPhaerson: That’s the dedication to their art. Hernandez: There’s an iron bar around their throats! MacPhaerson: They know what they did. Grimes: [Walking up beside Hernandez] Hey, some of them look familiar.8 MacPhaerson: No idea what you mean. Now let’s keep moving, we have a schedule to keep! [The three are suddenly in a cafeteria. Grimes sways on her feet, covering her mouth, but does not fall. Hernandez steadies his partner, as MacPhaerson stands over a table of food. Two PAs are rushing to set it as she waves them away. Neither of the PAs have mouths or ears.] MacPhaerson: Hungry? Hernandez: No, we’re not hungry, whatever you’re doing is making her sick and I don’t feel great either. We came here to ask some questions and you’ve revealed any number of felonies, we’re going to have to arr– MacPhaerson: Here at Vikander-Kneed, we like to keep our employees well fed. There’s a full kitchen and three chefs on staff. Anything you could want, we’ve got. Hernandez: We don’t care, we’re here to talk about the noise complaints. MacPhaerson: So, today we’ve got Thai. Pad see ew, it looks like. Mmmmm, love that black bean sauce. Grimes: Did you hear him? The noise complaints. Do you know anything about them? MacPhaerson: Why would anyone complain about less noise? That’s ridiculous. Grimes: Oh, so you do know something about it. MacPhaerson: Of course, I do. We had to do something about the noise, it was completely ruining our recordings. Grimes: What? How could you have had anything to do with it? [MacPhaerson touches her nose with her index finger and turns back to the food.] MacPhaerson: The secret to good media is keeping your staff fed and happy, and never letting them go home. [She laughs.] MacPhaerson: Oh my god, your faces. I’m kidding! They don’t have homes. [She sits down with a plate of pad see ew and begins to eat slowly. The two police officers say nothing but stand in such a way as to perfectly frame her against the backdrop of a giant Vikander-Kneed Technical Media logo painted on the wall. MacPhaerson continues to eat silently for twenty-four minutes and four seconds.] [MacPhaerson gets up and wipes her mouth with a napkin. She turns to the two officers.] MacPhaerson: You’re sure you don’t want any? [Suddenly, the two officers are moving again – prior to this the body cameras were steady, indicating no movement.] Grimes: Yes, we’re su– hey! How did you do that? I couldn’t move the whole time you were eating, just had to fucking watch. MacPhaerson: Such language! Guess we’ll edit that out in post. Not very professional camera operators, if I say so. Hernandez: We’re not camera operators, we’re co– MacPhaerson: [Placing a finger on his mouth] Hush, we don’t like labels here. Now, on with the show! [She leads them out into corridor with several different conference rooms to either side, each filled with various humanoid entities having heated discussions.] MacPhaerson: Somewhere along the line, Vikander-Kneed’s fans have gotten the idea that we have some sort of political messaging. And I just want to state for the record: hogwash! We’re just a media company, trying to spread good content like any other! [Behind MacPhaerson, in one of the conference rooms, a male individual with glowing eyes and smoke coming out from underneath his shirt writes in bold letters on a whiteboard: CORPORATIONS ARE EVIL.] [MacPhaerson turns, looks into the room and then grabs a black curtain draped along the corridor, pulling it so it obscures the meeting room.] [Printed on the curtains is white text stating: “All views expressed by participants in the conference room do not reflect the opinions of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. The views expressed are based on the individuals’ personal perspective, and neither Vikander-Kneed nor their affiliates are liable for any statements made within the confines of the conference room.”] MacPhaerson: Much better. Next stop: the Mail Room! Exciting! [The two officers follow MacPhaerson down the corridor and enter the mail room.] MacPhaerson: This is where the magic happens. Every piece of media we produce, we ship out through here. Grimes: You don’t have a warehouse? Hernandez: You don’t distribute digitally? MacPhaerson: I didn’t understand a single word either of you just said. [MacPhaerson approaches a young woman bent over a rolling cart brimming over with physical media, including VHS tapes, CDs, cassette tapes, and floppy discs.] Hernandez: Are you kidding with this? MacPhaerson: [She turns back to the officer, shrugging.] Which part? Grimes: Are those floppy discs? MacPhaerson: I don’t know the technical details, I’m with PR. [MacPhaerson moves back over the young woman.] MacPhaerson: Tell the nice folks at home what you do here every day. [The young woman looks into the camera, opens her mouth, and the recording is suddenly overlaid with the sound of a garbage disposal.] MacPhaerson: Oh, how fun! And do you enjoy it? [The young woman nods and opens her mouth, this time the sound of hundreds of flying insects can be heard on the recording.] MacPhaerson: Well, that’s great. How long have you worked here? Unknown woman: Six months. MacPhaerson: Sorry? Unknown woman: I said I’ve worked here six months. MacPhaerson: Didn’t catch that. [The young woman sighs, hangs her head and opens her mouth. The sound of a train tracks being driven over is heard.] MacPhaerson: Well, that’s wonderful. I hope you stay with us for years and years! [MacPhaerson turns back around and guides the two police officers out of the mail room. She leads them to the front door of SCP-6897 and opens it, showing the long dark hallway.] [Both officers are returned their weapons by the production assistant. MacPhaerson stands at the door, leaning on it and holding it open in one hand.] MacPhaerson: I just want to thank you both, it’s been very helpful. We’ve gotten a lot of good footage. I hope all of Vikander-Kneed’s many many fans are satisfied with this behind the scenes documentary! Grimes: I just… MacPhaerson: Yes? Grimes: I don’t know what the hell just happened, but were you serious about being responsible for dulling the sound of the planes outside? MacPhaerson: Yes, of course. Why would I lie? Grimes: Okay. Can you stop that? It’s causing people a lot of disorientation and we keep getting complaints. MacPhaerson: Absolutely not. [The door slams shut.] After the investigating officers reported the above events, embedded Foundation agents alerted their handlers. Both officers were detained and interviewed by Dr. Lillihammer of Site-43, given that Site’s de facto jurisdiction over anomalies connected to GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”). Noting the officers’ complete immunity to amnestics – and believing this to be a side effect of visiting SCP-6897 – Dr. Lillihammer suggested both be detained indefinitely as neither would be of any use to the Foundation. Further access to SCP-6897 has proven entirely impossible, including unsuccessful attempts at demolishing portions of the building's exterior and several failed breaches using explosive ordinance. Following these attempts, Dr. Lillihammer knocked on the door to SCP-6897. After several minutes a note was slid under the door which has been reproduced below:9 Update: The office was not, in fact, open. Footnotes 1. The usual density of particle board tops out at .8 g/cm3. 2. Foundation engineers attempted to breach the door to SCP-6897 with shaped explosive charges after conventional means were exhausted, which also failed. 3. Light observed within the anomaly has no apparent source, instead seeming to hover around points of interest in an ambient manner. Objects – such as paper and pens – have been observed to float from one cubicle to another, and individuals note the absence of gravity in stairwells and elevator shafts – the latter containing no elevators and coated in rubber protective material allowing an individual to traverse up or down the shaft via handholds. 4. Such detainment centers are maintained to preserve the Veil when amnestics are ineffective, and the individual is not a viable target of recruitment due to lack of beneficial skills. 5. The office building lies directly under the path of a nearby airport’s runway, producing significant decibels every time a commercial airliner takes off. 6. Recording did not actually register the phrase “TM” but invariably, transcripts have included it and the notation cannot be deleted for unknown reasons. 7. A male individual with a metal snout shaped like an anteater's, a female individual with a digital clock instead of a mouth and bright blue skin, and a moose with three television screens instead of a head are but a few of those seen on camera. 8. Facial recognition has identified the four individuals to a 85% certainty as Joss Whedon, Harvey Weinstein, Roman Polanski, and Bryan Singer. 9. Despite the obvious laser printing evinced by the document, radiocarbon dating has established its production in 1905 (within a +/- 7 year margin of error). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6897" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6897. Licensed under CC-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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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chu%E1%BB%99t_r%C6%B0%E1%BB%9Bc_%C4%91%C3%A8n.JPG https://www.flickr.com/photos/93242958@N00/6326260124 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6898 Level4 Secondary Class: safe Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Agent Kim Toàn within a large school of SCP-6898-2. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-292 Dir. Ngô Giang Dr. Quang Nhật STF-TRITON-55 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6898-1 is stored in a hermetically sealed chamber in Site-292’s Archives and Revision Department. Members of SCP-6898's research team, as well as select offsite A-Class personnel, are granted access to SCP-6898-1 at the discretion of the on-duty HMCL Supervisor. Familiarity with SCP-6898-1 is required prior to interaction with SCP-6898-2. SCP-6898-2 containment efforts are ongoing. Dense SCP-6898-2 populations are monitored by satellite tracking and routinely surveyed by Foundation detachments for changes in size. Due to the unclear ecological role of SCP-6898-2, paired with the delicate nature of aquatic environments, standard containment/neutralization protocols have been withheld. Contingency plans are being devised in the event of uncontrollable population growth or widespread public awareness of SCP-6898-2. Description: SCP-6898 designates an anomalous correlation between a collection of Vietnamese woodblock paintings (SCP-6898-1) and a species of antimemetic aquatic organisms native to the South China Sea (SCP-6898-2). Descriptions of each are detailed below. A portion of SCP-6898-1. Caption translates to "Rats carry lights." SCP-6898-1 is a collection of twelve Đông Hồ folk woodcut paintings, a traditional Vietnamese art form, dated between the 15th and 16th centuries. SCP-6898-1 depicts various scenes of ancient Vietnamese life containing a variety of culturally significant themes. Anthropomorphic creatures such as frogs, rodents, chickens, and boars are common, as are connections to common folk allegories and mythical figures. Two paintings display reading, writing, and other civic activities. Four display festivities, including running, wrestling, and dancing. Five display aquatic activities, including sailing and fishing. The final and largest depicts an aquatic organism resembling a carp, painted red and gold. Along the edges of each instance, a short description of the painting’s contents and its commentary is written in an ancient form of chữ Nôm. Although weathered over time, most descriptions have been fully translated. Examples include phrases such as “Long dance,” “River fishing,” and “Teaching.” Writing on the final painting has only been partially translated to “Good luck,” as large portions of the script do not match standard chữ Nôm vocabulary. SCP-6898-2 is an anomalous species of aquatic organisms found solely in remote waters in the South China Sea. Xenobiological studies have revealed SCP-6898-2 instances share genetic and behavioral similarities to some species of carp (Cyprinus carpio), with several key differences: SCP-6898-2 are exclusively found in saltwater environments, a property uncommon in most nonanomalous carp. SCP-6898-2 do not possess scales, instead having tough, leather-like skin. SCP-6898-2 instances continuously secrete a viscous substance similar to mucus from pores along their bodies, allowing for near-frictionless movement through water. SCP-6898-2 are invisible to all organisms who do not possess detailed knowledge of SCP-6898-1. As such, SCP-6898-2 have no natural predators and have been virtually unaffected by human aquaculture. The total population of SCP-6898-2 is estimated to be in the billions. By viewing and understanding SCP-6898-1, an individual is inoculated against the antimemetic properties of SCP-6898-2. It is hypothesized that SCP-6898-1 and SCP-6898-2 embody an exceedingly rare phenomenon known to memeticists as “psionic propinquity,” a term describing unusual memetic relationships between two seemingly unrelated components. Whether this relationship occurred naturally or was initiated through ritual is unknown at this time. Addendum 6898.1: Discovery SCP-6898's discovery and classification occurred over several years; a brief timeline of events is recorded below. SCP-6898-1 was first identified as part of a woodcut painting collection at the National Museum of Fine Arts in Hanoi, Vietnam, by a civilian research group in early 2010. According to museum curators, the collection was sourced from a remote fishing village in South Vietnam, which had volunteered the paintings to the museum for custody several decades prior. The village allegedly had possession of SCP-6898-1 for many hundreds of years, believing it granted good luck and prosperity to the village’s fishing efforts. Recent changes to climate and weather patterns forced the village to surrender SCP-6898-1 out of fear of its destruction. Initial attempts to identify and locate the village by the research group were unsuccessful. In late 2015, law enforcement in Hai Phong, Vietnam, attempted to detain several members of the same group after they were discovered using an unregistered fishing vessel in a restricted zone. Within several minutes of boarding the vessel, the reporting officers succumbed to intense confusion, disorientation, nausea, and other symptoms of inadvertent antimeme exposure. After returning to Hai Phong, the symptoms were noticed by Foundation medical plants, and the affected individuals were transported to nearby Site-292 for intensive care. A Foundation response team was dispatched to investigate the fishing vessel, quickly identifying a potent antimemetic signature onboard. The vessel and its crew were promptly quarantined at Site-292. During interrogations, one detainee identified SCP-6898-1 as a catalyst of the group’s research, prompting further investigation by Foundation staff. SCP-6898-1 was found shortly thereafter and relocated to Site-292 for study. While SCP-6898-1 possessed no outward anomalous properties, its significance was realized once researchers noted the inexplicable presence of several tons of fish within the quarantined vessel. Since its official classification, SCP-6898 has been the subject of memetic, biological, and ecological fascination. Investigation into SCP-6898-2’s behavior and lifecycle has yielded concerning results — its brief reproductive cycle paired with its physical and memetic properties should lead to unchecked population growth, making SCP-6898-2 an Amida-class threat to Earth’s aquatic ecology and biodiversity. Despite this, SCP-6898-2 populations have remained relatively stable over two decades of Foundation monitoring. Further research is required. Addendum 6898.2: Incident Report On 11/11/2030, SCP Foundation Aquatic Research Submersible VANTAGE (ID:IO99k) encountered an unidentified hostile entity while conducting research on a large school of SCP-6898-2. The following data was automatically transferred to Site-292 storage servers by Neptune.aic, the submersible’s onboard intelligence. <Time:1330> <Depth:44m> <Sub/ID:VANTAGE/IO99k> <Playback start> <Report: Approaching suspected SCP-6898-2 biomass…> <Report: Scan initiated…> <Report: Biomass within visual range. Continuing to monitor…> <Report: Scan complete. Bio-identity matched. Awaiting confirmation…> <Report: SCP-6898-2 presence confirmed by Operator. Approaching…> <Report: Rear arm engaged. Collecting SCP-6898-2 tissue samples…> <Report: SCP-6898-2 biomass leaving visual range…> <Report: WARNING. Proximity sensor alert. Error: unidentified bio-identity (no signature detected)…> <Report: CAM-03 engaged by Operator…> <Report: WARNING. Proximity sensor alert. Impact imminent…> <Report: Impact detected. Running damage diagnostics…> <Report: Aft hull damage received. Engaging lockdown protocol…> <Report: Awaiting instruction…> <Report: Defence protocol engaged by Operator. Aft hydraulic shock activated…> <Report: Initiating scan. Standby…> <Report: Movement detected starboard side. Distance approx. 15m…> <Report: Starboard hydraulic shock activated…> <Report: Initializing scan. Standby…> <Report: No movement detected on proximity sensors…> <Report: Distress beacon deployed. Awaiting response…> <Report: Signal received (Sub/ID:VALOR/IO55a)…> <Report: En route to Sub:VALOR. Packaging relevant data…> <Playback stop> An after-action examination of the submersible at Site-292 revealed a series of serrated incisions along portions of the hull. Due to increased investments in Foundation research and exploration equipment in recent years, the damage sustained was not great enough to cause significant harm to the human operator or onboard electronics. The incisions bore a superficial resemblance to a combination of Cephalopod and Selachii bitemarks, although the size and distance between each mark match no known species. Neptune.aic was unable to capture video evidence of the entity, and the submersible’s operator reports never having seen it despite the numerous warnings from proximity motion detectors. A review of the incident footage and portions of the damaged hull by Site-292 memeticists revealed a small but detectible antimemetic residual not directly accounted for by the presence of nearby SCP-6898-2 instances. While possibly a product of ambient memetic interference, the cause is suspected to be anomalous. In light of additional incidents involving the inexplicable damage or destruction of watercraft in recent years, Special Task Force TRITON-55, a division of Mobile Task Force γ-6 specializing in countermemetic tactics, was organized to monitor aquatic environments for the presence of additional antimemetic lifeforms undetectable by current surveillance technologies. The existence of an imperceptible, anomalous ecology within Earth’s hydrosphere cannot be ruled out.
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SCP-6898
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https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chu%E1%BB%99t_r%C6%B0%E1%BB%9Bc_%C4%91%C3%A8n.JPG https://www.flickr.com/photos/93242958@N00/6326260124 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6898 Level4 Secondary Class: safe Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Agent Kim Toàn within a large school of SCP-6898-2. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-292 Dir. Ngô Giang Dr. Quang Nhật STF-TRITON-55 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6898-1 is stored in a hermetically sealed chamber in Site-292’s Archives and Revision Department. Members of SCP-6898's research team, as well as select offsite A-Class personnel, are granted access to SCP-6898-1 at the discretion of the on-duty HMCL Supervisor. Familiarity with SCP-6898-1 is required prior to interaction with SCP-6898-2. SCP-6898-2 containment efforts are ongoing. Dense SCP-6898-2 populations are monitored by satellite tracking and routinely surveyed by Foundation detachments for changes in size. Due to the unclear ecological role of SCP-6898-2, paired with the delicate nature of aquatic environments, standard containment/neutralization protocols have been withheld. Contingency plans are being devised in the event of uncontrollable population growth or widespread public awareness of SCP-6898-2. Description: SCP-6898 designates an anomalous correlation between a collection of Vietnamese woodblock paintings (SCP-6898-1) and a species of antimemetic aquatic organisms native to the South China Sea (SCP-6898-2). Descriptions of each are detailed below. A portion of SCP-6898-1. Caption translates to "Rats carry lights." SCP-6898-1 is a collection of twelve Đông Hồ folk woodcut paintings, a traditional Vietnamese art form, dated between the 15th and 16th centuries. SCP-6898-1 depicts various scenes of ancient Vietnamese life containing a variety of culturally significant themes. Anthropomorphic creatures such as frogs, rodents, chickens, and boars are common, as are connections to common folk allegories and mythical figures. Two paintings display reading, writing, and other civic activities. Four display festivities, including running, wrestling, and dancing. Five display aquatic activities, including sailing and fishing. The final and largest depicts an aquatic organism resembling a carp, painted red and gold. Along the edges of each instance, a short description of the painting’s contents and its commentary is written in an ancient form of chữ Nôm. Although weathered over time, most descriptions have been fully translated. Examples include phrases such as “Long dance,” “River fishing,” and “Teaching.” Writing on the final painting has only been partially translated to “Good luck,” as large portions of the script do not match standard chữ Nôm vocabulary. SCP-6898-2 is an anomalous species of aquatic organisms found solely in remote waters in the South China Sea. Xenobiological studies have revealed SCP-6898-2 instances share genetic and behavioral similarities to some species of carp (Cyprinus carpio), with several key differences: SCP-6898-2 are exclusively found in saltwater environments, a property uncommon in most nonanomalous carp. SCP-6898-2 do not possess scales, instead having tough, leather-like skin. SCP-6898-2 instances continuously secrete a viscous substance similar to mucus from pores along their bodies, allowing for near-frictionless movement through water. SCP-6898-2 are invisible to all organisms who do not possess detailed knowledge of SCP-6898-1. As such, SCP-6898-2 have no natural predators and have been virtually unaffected by human aquaculture. The total population of SCP-6898-2 is estimated to be in the billions. By viewing and understanding SCP-6898-1, an individual is inoculated against the antimemetic properties of SCP-6898-2. It is hypothesized that SCP-6898-1 and SCP-6898-2 embody an exceedingly rare phenomenon known to memeticists as “psionic propinquity,” a term describing unusual memetic relationships between two seemingly unrelated components. Whether this relationship occurred naturally or was initiated through ritual is unknown at this time. Addendum 6898.1: Discovery SCP-6898's discovery and classification occurred over several years; a brief timeline of events is recorded below. SCP-6898-1 was first identified as part of a woodcut painting collection at the National Museum of Fine Arts in Hanoi, Vietnam, by a civilian research group in early 2010. According to museum curators, the collection was sourced from a remote fishing village in South Vietnam, which had volunteered the paintings to the museum for custody several decades prior. The village allegedly had possession of SCP-6898-1 for many hundreds of years, believing it granted good luck and prosperity to the village’s fishing efforts. Recent changes to climate and weather patterns forced the village to surrender SCP-6898-1 out of fear of its destruction. Initial attempts to identify and locate the village by the research group were unsuccessful. In late 2015, law enforcement in Hai Phong, Vietnam, attempted to detain several members of the same group after they were discovered using an unregistered fishing vessel in a restricted zone. Within several minutes of boarding the vessel, the reporting officers succumbed to intense confusion, disorientation, nausea, and other symptoms of inadvertent antimeme exposure. After returning to Hai Phong, the symptoms were noticed by Foundation medical plants, and the affected individuals were transported to nearby Site-292 for intensive care. A Foundation response team was dispatched to investigate the fishing vessel, quickly identifying a potent antimemetic signature onboard. The vessel and its crew were promptly quarantined at Site-292. During interrogations, one detainee identified SCP-6898-1 as a catalyst of the group’s research, prompting further investigation by Foundation staff. SCP-6898-1 was found shortly thereafter and relocated to Site-292 for study. While SCP-6898-1 possessed no outward anomalous properties, its significance was realized once researchers noted the inexplicable presence of several tons of fish within the quarantined vessel. Since its official classification, SCP-6898 has been the subject of memetic, biological, and ecological fascination. Investigation into SCP-6898-2’s behavior and lifecycle has yielded concerning results — its brief reproductive cycle paired with its physical and memetic properties should lead to unchecked population growth, making SCP-6898-2 an Amida-class threat to Earth’s aquatic ecology and biodiversity. Despite this, SCP-6898-2 populations have remained relatively stable over two decades of Foundation monitoring. Further research is required. Addendum 6898.2: Incident Report On 11/11/2030, SCP Foundation Aquatic Research Submersible VANTAGE (ID:IO99k) encountered an unidentified hostile entity while conducting research on a large school of SCP-6898-2. The following data was automatically transferred to Site-292 storage servers by Neptune.aic, the submersible’s onboard intelligence. <Time:1330> <Depth:44m> <Sub/ID:VANTAGE/IO99k> <Playback start> <Report: Approaching suspected SCP-6898-2 biomass…> <Report: Scan initiated…> <Report: Biomass within visual range. Continuing to monitor…> <Report: Scan complete. Bio-identity matched. Awaiting confirmation…> <Report: SCP-6898-2 presence confirmed by Operator. Approaching…> <Report: Rear arm engaged. Collecting SCP-6898-2 tissue samples…> <Report: SCP-6898-2 biomass leaving visual range…> <Report: WARNING. Proximity sensor alert. Error: unidentified bio-identity (no signature detected)…> <Report: CAM-03 engaged by Operator…> <Report: WARNING. Proximity sensor alert. Impact imminent…> <Report: Impact detected. Running damage diagnostics…> <Report: Aft hull damage received. Engaging lockdown protocol…> <Report: Awaiting instruction…> <Report: Defence protocol engaged by Operator. Aft hydraulic shock activated…> <Report: Initiating scan. Standby…> <Report: Movement detected starboard side. Distance approx. 15m…> <Report: Starboard hydraulic shock activated…> <Report: Initializing scan. Standby…> <Report: No movement detected on proximity sensors…> <Report: Distress beacon deployed. Awaiting response…> <Report: Signal received (Sub/ID:VALOR/IO55a)…> <Report: En route to Sub:VALOR. Packaging relevant data…> <Playback stop> An after-action examination of the submersible at Site-292 revealed a series of serrated incisions along portions of the hull. Due to increased investments in Foundation research and exploration equipment in recent years, the damage sustained was not great enough to cause significant harm to the human operator or onboard electronics. The incisions bore a superficial resemblance to a combination of Cephalopod and Selachii bitemarks, although the size and distance between each mark match no known species. Neptune.aic was unable to capture video evidence of the entity, and the submersible’s operator reports never having seen it despite the numerous warnings from proximity motion detectors. A review of the incident footage and portions of the damaged hull by Site-292 memeticists revealed a small but detectible antimemetic residual not directly accounted for by the presence of nearby SCP-6898-2 instances. While possibly a product of ambient memetic interference, the cause is suspected to be anomalous. In light of additional incidents involving the inexplicable damage or destruction of watercraft in recent years, Special Task Force TRITON-55, a division of Mobile Task Force γ-6 specializing in countermemetic tactics, was organized to monitor aquatic environments for the presence of additional antimemetic lifeforms undetectable by current surveillance technologies. The existence of an imperceptible, anomalous ecology within Earth’s hydrosphere cannot be ruled out.
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SCP-6899
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Item#: 6899 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6899 is housed in the minimum security containment wing of Site-17. At the onset of an Alpha Event, SCP-6899 is to be moved into the examination suite adjacent to their containment cell and medical staff are to be notified. This medical suite is to maintain a supply of two-liters of type O-negative blood in order to triage Alpha Events. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6899 is an adult human male named Trent MacAffee, age 31. On an approximate 96-hour schedule, SCP-6899 begins an Alpha Event wherein they manifest and begin extruding a wooden splinter. These splinters have so far ranged in size from as small as 18 to as long as 45 centimeters, and have demonstrated properties identical to a species of white oak common to the Ohio River Valley. Extruded splinters have not exhibited any anomalous properties, and have been cataloged as instances of SCP-6899-1. During Alpha Events, SCP-6899 experiences periods of extreme physical duress characterized by a heart rate in excess of 140 beats per minute, blood pressure in excess of 150/90, profuse sweating, severe dystonia, and an apparent immunity to all sedatives and tranquilizers. When not undergoing an Alpha Event, SCP-6899 does not demonstrate any anomalous qualities. After thorough psychiatric evaluation, the subject has been either unwilling or is unable to provide any speculation or detail as to the specifics of their condition, or its origins. To date, SCP-6899 has proven resilient against standard Mnestic treatments, as well as both hynogogic and regression therapies. FILE UPDATE 2021-08-23: During a routine inventory of non-anomalous items, the total volume of SCP-6899-1 objects was cataloged and photographed. When presented with this information, the Senior Researcher assigned to SCP-6899 noted a correlation between the splinters and began an effort to recombine the components. This has resulted in the partial reconstruction (~40%) of the frame of a child's crib. When confronted with this information, SCP-6899 has provided no comment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6899" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6899. Licensed under CC-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-6901
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close Info X 72.86% (+51) 27.14% (-19) -% (+0) -% (-0) ITEM #: SCP-6901 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: IRRELEVANT DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA Assigned Site Site-01 Site Director Dr Michael Clarke Research Head Dr Eliza Terris Assigned MTF N/A ITEM: SCP-6901 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: IRRELEVANT DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA Assigned Site Site-01 Site Director Dr Michael Clarke Research Head Dr Eliza Terris Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6901 has already exhibited its effects on reality as a whole, containment is unnecessary. Further investigation into SCP-6901, led by Head Researcher Eliza Terris, is ongoing. Description: SCP-6901 refers to certain elements of the concept of 'nature'; more specifically, it refers to their apparent removal from baseline reality. The full extent of SCP-6901's effects is yet to be determined, and the discovery of the circumstances behind the event of its removal (designated SCP-6901-1) is considered high priority. The concept of 'nature', while not inherently anomalous, has been designated SCP-6901-A due to its association with SCP-6901. Discovery: SCP-6901 was discovered on 24/8/57, following the discovery of numerous errors within Site-01 as reported by Harpocrates.aic, an Artificial Intelligence Construct (AIC) responsible for monitoring information within Site-01's database, and flagging any detected discrepancies. Harpocrates.aic reported the presence of hundreds of billions of errors within Site-01's database that had been present for an unknown period of time. These errors had gone unnoticed due to strong antimemetic properties1, only recently detectable due to Harpocrates.aic's recent update to v5.6, which featured breakthrough technology for the detection of antimemes. Of the large amounts of erroneous data that was detected, only ~5% was feasibly translatable, while the excess is impossible to transcribe with current technology. As of 27/10/57, ~7% of the translatable data has been deciphered, 99% of which is corrupted beyond recognition or otherwise impossible to understand. Of the legible 1% that has been translated, a brief list can be found below of findings related to SCP-69012: Current Definitional Components of SCP-6901-A: The basic or inherent features, character, or qualities of something. The innate or essential qualities or character of a person. Inborn characteristics as an influence on or determinant of personality. [ARCHAIC] A person of a specified character. Current Affected Definitional Components of SCP-6901-A: The innate or essential qualities or character of a person or [DATA MISSING] Inborn or [DATA MISSING] characteristics as an influence on or determinant of personality The phen[DATA MISSING]cal world collectively, including plants3, [DATA MISSING]ther features and products of the Earth, as opposed to human or human creations The physical for[DATA MISSING]nd regulating the phenomena of the world. Discovered Concepts Related to SCP-6901: 'Plant' - unknown concept. 'Biology' - the examination and study of the 'physiology' of a human entity. 'Physiology' - the study of how living organisms or 'bodily parts' function. 'Bodily Parts' - unknown in the context of 'physiology' 'Genetics' - the study of 'inhereited traits', passed down via [DATA MISSING]. 'Inherited Traits' - unknown concept related to 'genetics'. 'DNA' - an abbrevation of the term 'Deoxyribonucleic Acid'. It is currently unknown what the purpose of this substance was. Addenda4 + Addendum 1 (3/11/57): Eliza Terris - Personal Observations on SCP-6901 + - Close - The thing about SCP-6901 is that no-one knows exactly what it is. Sure, we know that it's related to the concept of 'nature', but that's not exactly helpful when the data behind SCP-6901 doesn't exist. We know, effectively, nothing, and that's terrifying. Terrifying because we were totally unaware of the deliberate removal of very specific parts of a concept for who knows how long? Cycles? Septs? Months? Maybe, God forbid, years? The amount of errors Harpocrates detected in Site-01 a couple months ago was more than the total sum of all errors that we've experienced over the course of Foundation history, including during the Blackout in 2026. Billions upon billions of terabytes of missing data, computer faults, glitches. Corrupted information that we were overlooking every cycle, hidden away from us. We've been sitting on what is possibly one of the greatest losses of information we've ever seen, and we had no idea. What the hell was removed? Why only these specific sections? What's so important about 'genetics' and 'plants' that they had to be expunged from existence? But most pressing of all, who erased 'nature' from existence? And is this an isolated incident, or are we living in a world that's more missing information than isn't? - Close - + Addendum 2 (5/11/57): Data Surveillance Stream - Site-01 Secure Information Monitoring + - Close - Retrieving Data Stream, please hold… Data Stream retrieved! Playing… <EliTer & TimOer are monitoring> <EliTer has left, TimOer monitoring> <MacO'Re joins TimOer> <MacO'Re & TimOer are monitoring> <MacO'Re & TimOer are talking> <MO'R: "Is she… is she doing okay? Eliza's been looking pretty stressed recently…"> <TO: "I- I don't know. I told her to go talk to someone, but I'm not sure if she did.> <MO'R: "I'm… worried about her."> <TO: "Me too."> <MacO'Re & TimOer are silent> <MO'R & TO simultaneously: MO'R: "Is-" TO: "If-"> <MacO'Re & TimOer are briefly silent> <MO'R: "You go first."> <TO: "Look, I trust you, okay? So this stays between us, okay?"> <MO'R: "Okay."> <TO: "About Eliza… I think it's because of what happened. During the Blackout. She lost people. And now, after so much time thinking she was secure, seeing this? Errors everywhere in what's supposed to be the most secure server we have? Data that's been missing for goodness knows how long? It's not surprising that she's reacting like this—"> <EliTer joins TimOer & MacO'Re> <ET: "Upload in five, people. Let's get to work."> <TimOer & MacO'Re are silent. <ET: "Did I… interrupt something? (ET sighs) I can delay the update for a couple of minutes—"> <MO'R: "There's- there's no need. Let's get going."> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re are working on the Harpocrates v5.7 update> <Five minutes pass, the update is finished> <ET: "Okay, prepare for upload."> <TO & MO'R: "Got it."> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re begin uploading the patch into Harpocrates> <Two minutes pass, and the update finishes installing> <ET: "Alright then. Our work's done. I'll leave you two to whatever you were doing before I got here."> <MO'R & TO simultaneously: MO'R: " That would be nothing, then." TO: "W-what? We weren't…"> <Both TimOer & MacO'Re are interrupted by several error notifications from Harpocrates.aic> <HRP.aic: "Corrupt Data detected within patch software. Please hol-hol-hol-hol-d-d-d-d-d—"> <ET: "What? What happened?!"> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re are searching the v5.7 update package for errors> <TO: "Found the problem. A line of code."> <ET: "No shit."> <TO: "That's not all. It's a part of SCP-6901. We just uploaded a piece of SCP-6901 into Harpocrates."> <MO'R: "Wait, what? I thought you said it was a line of code?"> <TO: "It is."> <MO'R:" Uhhhh…"> <ET: "Tim, any idea what its purpose is?"> <TO: "Looking into that now. You guys search for any possible secondary errors."> <EliTer & MacO'Re are looking for errors within Harpocrates.aic's v5.7 update package> <TimOer is examining the uploaded portion of SCP-6901> <Harpocrates.aic reactivates, apparently free of error, without input from EliTer, MacO'Re, or TimOer> <HRP.aic: "Software update successfully installed. New function available: Consciousness Detection System. Would you like to execute?"> <MO'R: "Uhhhhh?"> <ET: "Goddammit. Goddammit!"> <TO: "Eliza—?"> <ET: "Execute the function, Harpocrates!"> <MO'R: "Eliza! Did you seriously just get Harpocrates to execute a function from SCP-6901?! Are you crazy?"> <HRP.aic: "Executing function. Total lifeforms detected on Earth: 5 871 920 102. Non-physical beings detected: 5 871 920 098. Physical beings detected: 4."> <There is silence.> <ET: "What the fuck?"> Concluding Notes: Following the events of this Surveillance Stream, Harpocrates.aic crashed, leaving much sensitive Foundation data vulnerable and unregulated. Despite the combined efforts of computational engineers and RAISA Operatives, Harpocrates.aic could not be reactivated for 45 hours, where immediately following this period it reactivated without input, apparently free of any data corruption. Notably, the Consciousness Detection System remained functional even after the crash, and uses yielded inconsistent results in regard to the number of physical entities it detected as present on Earth (varying between 0 and 150000). Further results are to be recorded in hopes of finding an observable pattern, and should be considered inaccurate until proven otherwise. - Close - + Addendum 3.1 (12/12/57): SCP-6901 Data Update - SCP-6901-1 (Historical and Human Differences) + - Close - On the 10/12/57, SCP-6901 researchers managed to decode a large section of data in a remarkably short period of time (approximately 1500% faster than expected) due to significantly less informational corruption (the possible relevance of this is still under question) than other sections of SCP-6901. All recovered information details the state of the Earth (and the Foundation) prior to the occurrence of SCP-6901-1, numerous scientific discoveries and information, and history dating back to the Foundation's founding in 1891. According to this information, SCP-6901-1 occurred on 12/3/22, and retroactively altered history to align with SCP-6901, such that SCP-6901 had been present for an indeterminate, but presumably extremely long, period of time. Summary of Human/Anomalous Comparisons - Pre- and Post-SCP-6901-1 Earth (compiled by Lead Researcher Eliza Terris) NOTE: Full list of definitions can be found in Document.6901.D. For ease of access, conventionally unknown words are outlined with apostrophes, and will link to the associated entry in Document.6901.D. Words that are currently totally unknown are marked with curly brackets {}, while words that are unknown only in the context of SCP-6901 are marked with square brackets []. Humanity was a primarily physical life form (as opposed to an informational one that exists within Earth's collective psychospace), and existed alongside other physical lifeforms known as {plants} and {animals}. We required {food}, 'water', 'air', and {sleep}, to survive, and would die if our physical bodies lacked any of the previous or sustained extensive damage, rather than simply fading after roughly 100 years. We [evolved] from a more primitive physical state into a more advanced one over a long period of time, instead of gaining consciousness and the ability to thought-shape gradually. [Reproduction] was the primary method of propagation, rather than through a collective effort between two participants to manifest a new consciousness (known colloquially as "macking"). We measured time through the movements of the Sun as opposed to the presence of the Radiance from just beyond our plane of existence. Whether these measurements of time being identical is just a coincidence, or something more, is under question. Our population was spread across the Earth and divided into 'countries', most of which had a unique language/dialect, social and societal customs, and human 'physical characteristics'. We lived mostly separately as opposed to unified within psychospace. The Foundation operated out of physical sites stationed in various locations around the world and physically contained anomalies within the same sites, as opposed to the current Foundation, which operates in secluded, conventionally unreachable areas of psychospace, and contains anomalies within specially constructed areas of higher metaphysical existence. 'Mobile Task Forces' (MTFs) were responsible for operations requiring the use of force, especially for location-bound or escaped anomalies. These have remained mostly unchanged within the current Foundation. 'Groups of Interest' (GoIs) have remained mostly present, but several changes have occurred. The 'Global Occult Coalition' (GOC) has, based on analysis of data of activity and operating procedure, reappeared as the 'Overseers of the Veil'. The 'Church of the Broken God' currently consists of two sects (the dominant 'Shattered Transcendents' and the 'Church of Maxwellism'), the latter of which existed before SCP-6901-1, while the other major sects ('The Broken Church' and the 'Cogwork Orthodoxy') ceased to exist. The concept of 'Sarkism', and thus the Sarkic GoI, ceased to exist upon the advent of SCP-6901-1 due to its conceptual reliance upon {flesh}, as did Ambrose Restaurant, which dealt in {food}. A full list of affected GoIs and changes thereof can be found within Associated Document.6901.G. - Close - + Addendum 3.2 (12/12/57): SCP-6901 Data Update - SCP-6901-1 (Earthen/Material Differences) + - Close - Summary of Earthen/Material Comparisons - Pre- and Post-SCP-6901-1 Earth (compiled by Lead Researcher Eliza Terris) Earth could be separated into four dominant physical realms: 'land' (areas of a 'solid' material known as the 'ground' made of {mineral particles}, {organic materials}, 'air', 'water', and 'living organisms'), 'ocean' (large amounts of 'water', a 'liquid' that covered Earth's 'surface' and surrounded areas of 'land'), 'air' (a general term for the 'atmosphere': large amounts of 'gases' that were held in place by Earth's 'gravity' that allowed humans and other lifeforms to survive, and 'polar caps' (or 'poles', which were located at the top and bottom of the Earth and made primarily of 'ice', a solid form of water). These were referred to as the 'lithosphere', 'hydrosphere', 'atmosphere', and 'cryosphere' respectively, and were essential parts of Earth's 'natural environment' that sustained 'life'. All four of these have received significant alteration due to SCP-6901, based on observations utilising SCP-██ and SCP-███ to interact with the physical world since █/█/13. The current lithosphere is constructed of an unknown 'metal' approximately 100 'kilometres' 'deep'. Attempts to investigate below this 'depth' without physically descending have resulted in failure, and to date there have been no successful physical incursions to this depth. The majority of the outer surface of the lithosphere is 'smooth' and 'flat', save for large (ranging from 1 - 3 km5 in 'diameter' and 300 - 1500m6 deep), roughly 'circular' 'excavations'. These excavations are marked with flat 'concentric' 'rings' every 20 - 70m of depth from the surface, invariably connected by a singular, 'sloping' pathway that leads to the excavation's 'floor'. The individual rings lead into the lithosphere itself and continue for approximately 100m before terminating abruptly, their purpose is unknown. The floors of the excavations are occupied by large (10m in diameter), flat, 'domes' atop 20m tall 'poles'. The poles extend for an unknown distance into the lithosphere, and the purpose of the structures are unknown. The current hydrosphere takes the form of enormous masses of 'tubing' and 'pipes', lined with thousands of 'openings' for the purpose of absorbing atmospheric gases for an unknown purpose. Methods of investigation have revealed that this system is extremely complex, and every pipe leads towards a 'chamber' of indeterminate dimensions at a depth of approximately 15 km. So far, no physical incursions have been successful in reaching a depth of below 100m. The current atmosphere is comprised of mostly 'hydrogen', which is regulated by a presumably anomalous mechanism that functions through the employment of large (30m x 30m x 30m), 'cubic' arrays of 'machinery'. These arrays are situated approximately 15km above Earth's surface, and are constructed in a 'gridlike' network wherein each array is 50km apart from surrounding instances. The purpose of these arrays is to keep the atmosphere intact around the Earth through the utilisation of a poorly understood anomalous process that prevents the movement of atmospheric 'particles' in specific circumstances. The exact parameters of this process are unknown. The current cryosphere exists as a series of small (ranging from 2 - 30cm7), 'crystalline' structures constructed of an unknown, 'dark grey' material, positioned apparently randomly at heights ranging from 1 - 300 metres above Earth's surface at the 'north' and 'south' 'poles' of the planet. Based on the presence of thaumaturgical symbols on all recorded instances, the purpose of these structures was to open a gateway to an unknown location; both of these structures are currently inactive. The mechanisms behind the function of the 'Sun', namely, how it has been able to sustain 'nuclear fusion' on such as large scale for an extended period of time and how it has not collapsed under the weight of its own gravity despite its artificial nature (based on metal structures being observed extending from below its surface) remains undiscovered. The reasoning behind the absence of other 'planets' is also unknown. The history behind the Sun's and the Earth's construction is totally unknown. - Close - + Addendum 4 (5 - 30/3/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entries + - Close - 5/3/58 I had a vision last pitch. The Radiance had set, and I set out back home. As I travelled, people swirled around, basking in its dying brightness. Families sat together, children laughed. I stayed, just for a little while, catching the last of the light before the world turned from lucent to pitch. And I headed home once again, to the familiar emptiness that was as much company to me as children to parents. It's too goddamn late for me to get a family now As I settled down for my cyclic meditation, I felt a presence. Not so much in any particular place, but all around me. I sensed… no ill intent that I remember, but as much as I would like to say that I looked outwards to face it bravely, that would be a lie. Damn near fled before I realised that I couldn't move, which of course scared me even more, but it took away the choice of succumbing to fear before I acted on it. So when I looked, I wasn't home anymore. I was… somewhere. It was dark, and I could feel something… what's the word… wind! Yes, wind rushing all around me at speed. All I could hear was it howling around me. And then, there was a blinding flash of light and a terrifying crack, and I could briefly see what surrounded me. Massive pillars of cloud surrounded me on all sides, churning and swirling in a turbulent vortex. Sheets of dark grey rain lashed and flew as dark shards of ice reflected the lightning in strangely beautiful ways while scything through the inky air of the storm. No, this wasn't a storm, this was a fucking tempest. Even as I was blinded by the flash of lightning, I saw the surrounding air seperate into tongues of flame that spiralled away into the columns of moving cloud. As I watched the storm's carnage from within, I became aware of the presence once again, this time behind me. I could feel it watching me in fascination, but what it found fascinating about me I couldn't discern. So, knowing I has no other choice, I turned to face it. 'It' turned out to be a pair of yellow orbs that crackled with electricity, looking at me curiously. How I could tell is beyond me, but I could nonetheless. When I tried to speak, I found that I couldn't, and could only watch as the orbs moved closer to me. They tilted slightly upon directly meeting my gaze, and it was then I heard its words. "We will see you, soon." It said, and suddenly the vision was over. I… I don't know what it means. Am I going crazy? Is this some anomaly we've never seen before? I really don't know. I might tell Tim tomorrow, he may be able to tell me more about this. He likes this kind of thing. 6/3/58 Normal day today. Didn't Forgot to tell Tim about the vision. There's always tomorrow. 7/3/58 Nothing happened today. Must've just been my tired-ass mind a couple days ago then. [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES REDACTED] 10/3/58 It happened again. When I was meditating, I felt another presence, and again, I couldn't move. When I looked, all I could see was a flurry of white, and nothing else. All I could hear was the wind whipping through me. Suddenly, I the swirling whiteness dissipated, and I saw a roughly spherical, angular contruct of ice moving about on a bed of more whiteness, surrounding by rotating rings of large ice shards. It was oddly beatiful as it danced about on the frozen winds around it. And again, I felt a presence behind me, and again I turned around. A pulsating, shifting mass of ice stared at me, and I stared at it back (how did I know it was staring? No idea, just like last time). Again, I tried to speak, but I could not, and as it drew closer I could hear it whisper. "We will see you soon." It said, and then it was over. I… don't understand what's happening to me. I should get someone onto this. [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES EXPUNGED] 19/3/58 Again. It fucking happened again. Didn't even get time to get in position before I couldn't move, so I just opened my eyes straight away to see whatever the fuck was being shown to me. This time, I was within a large chamber, so large that I couldn't make out the walls or ceiling. There was liquid on the floor, about 30 cm deep, dark in colour, while green pillars stretched above. More liquid ran from above, and the sound of water splashing echoed around me. Again, I felt a presence behind me. This time, it took the form of a human from before the occurence of SCP-6901-1. It was… fascinating, to say the least, but the replacement of its lower half with a pile of unknown substances made it harder to make that connection. It moved closer, and I heard it sing. "We will see you soon." It sang, and then the vision stopped. I don't get it. I don't fucking understand. Why me? Why now? What does all of this mean? [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES EXPUNGED] 30/3/58 It happened again. Didn't even have to shut my sight off before the vision started. This time, I heard the sound of banging and the crackling of flames, and when I looked, I was in a carvern. Great, metal machines pounded away at the ground below, heating it and illuminating a series of white-hot crevices around the impact point. Tunnels led away in all directions, and sparkling objects in many colours shimmered on the ceiling, floor, and walls. Again, the presence appeared behind me. When I turned around, I didn't bother trying to talk, just simply stared at the creature in front of me. A bulbous body, covered in a cracked, hard, light brown substance, with a small head that terminated in a pair of shining grey spikes at the front. The body was attached to eight long protrusions, which moved with speed and grace, pulling the thing forward to me. "We will see you soon." It chittered, and the vision ended. "We will see you soon." When? Who? Why? I'm tormented by this phrase, every night. When is 'soon'? I just… I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'm going insane. I… I don't know what to do anymore. - Close - + Addendum 5 (14/4/58): Incident 6901.1 + - Close - On 16/4/58, regularly scheduled testing of Harpocrates.aic's Consciousness Detection System yielded consistent results of 4 physical organisms. The O5 Council were notified, and after a vote of 11 in favour and 2 against, a physical incursion was approved into Earth. However, upon descending into physical space, all three Physical Reconnaissance Vehicles were immediately met with an onslaught of heavy rain and 'hail', quickly being destroyed. As Lead Researcher Eliza Terris has taken indefinite temporary leave for personal reasons, Senior Researcher Mackenzie O'Reilly has been selected to lead investigations into Incident 6901.1. - Close - + Addendum 6 (14/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 14/4/58 Its name was "Blits". The orbs. That's what it called itself. And now… It started this morning. I was in my home, and suddenly, I wasn't. I was back in the tempest from earlier. The sounds of rain, lightning, and the howling of wind were deafening, and the clouds were seething violently. In the eye of the storm, I saw everything. And then, lightning cracked, and everything stopped. The clouds ceased their incessant movement. The rain stalled and stopped in midair. The winds were silenced. In this newfound calm, I saw them. Creatures of wind, cloud, and lightning, stirring the storm, playing and revelling in its chaos. There were so many. They were so small. I was fascinated as they leapt and flew through the storm effortlessly, without care, creating a perfect storm as they did. As I watched them frolic, I felt the presence behind me once again. I turned to face it, and found it watching the creatures as well. I could feel the love in its gaze, before it slowly turned back towards me and spoke. "My children." It said, glancing back towards the creatures playing in the clouds. It looked back towards me expectantly. To my surprise, I found I could speak. "Your… children?" I said, confused. *Indeed. All of them are my children, born from my will and essence." It said. It glanced back at its children proudly, and then looked back towards me. "But what… what are you?" I asked. "I am what you humans called a 'primordial spirit'. My realm was of air and cloud, and I allowed all on Earth to breathe and live." It answered. "What happened to you?" The eyes crackled with lightning as the voice responded: "I, along with my children, was erased from existence. There was no prior warning, no time to prepare. We were there, and then we were not. I still do not understand why or how this occurred." I was shocked, but mostly angry. Angry and disgusted at whomever had tried to remove the these mesmerising creatures from existence. "So, if you were expunged from reality," I asked, "how are you here now?" The creature looked at me sadly. "I do not know myself, but I'd like to think our collective will was strong enough to bring us back, even if only temporarily." "Temporarily?" "Yes," it answered, "temporarily. We don't have much time. We're already fading away once again." Even as I looked, I noticed the clouds losing their opaqueness, the raindrops slowly vanishing into nothingness. "But- but what do you want me to do? What can I do? Please, tell me!" I begged. I didn't want to see these strangely majestic creatures vanish once again. The creature looked at me pityingly. "I'm sorry, but I there is nothing you can do. Not now. I simply wanted to bring my children back to play amongst the clouds one final time. But," it continued, "there's something special about you. I don't know how, but I think you may be the key to bringing us back." Around us, the storm was dissipating and spiralling tighter. I could see the children of the entity looking at us questioningly. "But before we disappear once again, I would like to bestow upon you two things." The creature said. "The first is my name, Blits. Speak it when you are in need, and it shall charge you with my will." As it spoke, Blits' form began to lose its radiance, and the crackling of electricity grew fainter. "The second gift I shall give to you is my sight. It shall guide you through even the most violent of tempests without harm. It said, and suddenly it moved into me. I was briefly overrun with a blinding light, before my vision went back to normal, and I once again stared at Blits' fading form. I was overwhelmed with emotion and sadness. I didn't want to see Blits and its children go, but there was nothing I could do but watch as they slowly began to disappear. "I swear, I will bring you back." I said, full of resolve. Even as the storm collapsed and Blits vanished, I felt it gazing at me with pride. And then, I was back at home, left with a name, the sight of a dead spirit, and the will to solve the mystery behind SCP-6901. I had four visions, and this was the first. I await the next three. - Close - + Addendum 7 (19/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 18/4/58 Her name was Farfroyrn. Just like last time, I was in my home when suddenly I wasn't. All around me was a swirling whiteness, and the wind whistled through, carrying pale flakes in twisting currents. As I moved forward, the whiteness slowly dispersed, and I found myself staring at the construct of ice as it swept though flurries of ivory particulate, heading towards me. The orbiting fragments of ice reflected a pale blue light that shone brilliantly from the angular, roughly spherical edifice, creating a dizzying, strobing effect of refracted light across the area. As it swayed in a smooth, flowing dance, I felt the presence behind me, and turned around to face it. A swirling mass of alabaster and ice surrounded a crystalline structure, and it spoke. "I am the queen of this place,"she explained,// "and that there is my castle." She shone a pale blue light in the direction of the swaying construct. She told me of how she was another 'primordial spirit', and that her domain was the frost and ice of the world, a symbol of rigidity, immovability, stillness and resolve. Her people, like Blits', were erased without warning, and she believed that it was her stubbornness and resolve that allowed her to come back, if only temporarily. "There's a ball in there right now." She said, again looking towards the castle. "My final act as queen for not my subjects, but my people. My family. I'd like them to have a final dance before we become lost to this world once again." There was sadness in her voice as a whiteness began to encroach on the area from all sides, slowly growing towards the centre. She looked at me once again as I asked how I could help, at all, in any way, and that Blits had appeared to me earlier. "You, you're special for some reason, you know that? Blits probably told you that you're somehow connected to all of this, and it's right, I can feel it." She said. "So I'll give you my name, and one other gift to help you on your quest." Her name was Farfroyrn, and she gave me her core to strengthen my resolve and to never buckle under pressure. "When you bring us back, I'll hold a ball for you." She said, looking at me proudly as the whiteness finally consumed the whole area. I had a brief vision of dark grey, crystalline structures with glowing writing losing their brightness, and then I was back home. Two more to go. I //will unravel the mystery of SCP-6901! For Blits. For Farfroyrn.// - Close - + Addendum 8 (27/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 27/4/58 His name was Vaserfal. I appeared within the chamber, feeling the water splash around below me. I could see waterfalls of liquid falling from above in a cascading current, catching the soft green light that emanated from the walls. Water flowed everywhere, from above, down below, splitting and merging and splashing all around. Again, I felt a presence, and I turned around to face it. It was human-like from the lower half upwards, a shade of shifting greens and blues, while the lower half downwards was a cascade of flowing sparkling water. "I am the prince of the flows." He said. "Welcome to my domain." He told me that, like the others, he was erased without warning, and found himself here from what he believed to be the inevitability of the flow of existence. "Us, my siblings and the spirits of rivers from around the world, we're together right now. As one for our final moments." I again asked what I could do, and again I was refuted. "You cannot help us now, but I know that you're the key to solving this. Like the others before me, I shall bestow upon you two gifts." He told me his name, Vaserfal, and he gifted me current and flow, to "Flow around all obstacles, and to be at peace." He said. Even as he said this, the water stopped flowing, and rapidly drained away. The last I saw of him was his smile as he slowly retreated down a pipe, and then I was back at home once again. For Blits. For Farfroyrn. For Vaserfal. - Close - + Addendum 9 (8/5/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 8/5/58 Ser name was Shteyn. I appeared within the ground, seeing machines pump and the Earth grow hot. All around me gems glittered, and I could feel the ground shaking around me, moving, shifting. I turned around one final time to face the creature. Just like in my vision, it was covered in a cracked, brown, hard substance, and it had eight, long, thick protrusions emerging from its body. It claimed to be another 'primordial spirit', the ruler of the ground and Earth. The machines slowed down as I talked to sim, where it said that its children were basking in the heat of the Earth's core for a final time, warming their souls before their departure into the unknown. "I know that you're the key to fixing this," Se said, "So I shall bestow upon you my name, and one more gift." Ser name was Shteyn, and they gifted me the warmth the core, to forever keep my soul comfortable. The machines finally stopped, and the orange flow of heated metal disappeared as I reappeared within my home. I //will //solve this. I swear it. - Close - + Addendum 10 (17/5/58): SCP-6901 - Data Update + - Close - On 17/5/58, the following file was decrypted from within SCP-6901. Item #: SCP-6901 Object Classification: Uncontainable Secondary Classification: Ignosi Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6901 is to be contained by the use of PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL. PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL refers to the use of numerous SCP objects8 to remove certain elements of the concept of 'nature' from reality. This Protocol has been approved for use by the Ethics Committee in a majority vote. Description: SCP-6901 is an mostly unknown entity conceptually linked to certain aspects of nature. SCP-6901 is totally uncontainable, and will arrive on Earth at 12/3/22, causing Earth's destruction. It is believed that the execution of PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL will remove SCP-6901 from existence as well, saving the Earth from certain destruction. Following the discovery of this file, Lead Researcher Eliza Terris exited Site-01, and her location is currently unknown. The recovery of Lead Researcher Eliza Terris is currently of high priority. - Close - Footnotes 1. Whether this is an ordinary consequence of 'nature' being expunged from existence — or something else entirely — is still in question. 2. Note that the documentation of relevant information is largely incomplete, and inaccuracies may therefore be present 3. Unknown concept, presumably as a consequence of SCP-6901. 4. Following Incident 6901-14-EJT-CO, several documents not present in the original version of this file (most notably personal Diary Entries and certain Data Surveillance Streams) have been added for information prosperity and later analysis. 5. Shortened form of 'kilometres'. 6. Shortened form of 'metres'. 7. Shortened form of 'centimetres'. 8. See Lead Researcher Eliza Terris for a full list. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6901" by TheAlienBaby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6901. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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close Info X 72.86% (+51) 27.14% (-19) -% (+0) -% (-0) ITEM #: SCP-6901 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: IRRELEVANT DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA Assigned Site Site-01 Site Director Dr Michael Clarke Research Head Dr Eliza Terris Assigned MTF N/A ITEM: SCP-6901 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: IRRELEVANT DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA Assigned Site Site-01 Site Director Dr Michael Clarke Research Head Dr Eliza Terris Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6901 has already exhibited its effects on reality as a whole, containment is unnecessary. Further investigation into SCP-6901, led by Head Researcher Eliza Terris, is ongoing. Description: SCP-6901 refers to certain elements of the concept of 'nature'; more specifically, it refers to their apparent removal from baseline reality. The full extent of SCP-6901's effects is yet to be determined, and the discovery of the circumstances behind the event of its removal (designated SCP-6901-1) is considered high priority. The concept of 'nature', while not inherently anomalous, has been designated SCP-6901-A due to its association with SCP-6901. Discovery: SCP-6901 was discovered on 24/8/57, following the discovery of numerous errors within Site-01 as reported by Harpocrates.aic, an Artificial Intelligence Construct (AIC) responsible for monitoring information within Site-01's database, and flagging any detected discrepancies. Harpocrates.aic reported the presence of hundreds of billions of errors within Site-01's database that had been present for an unknown period of time. These errors had gone unnoticed due to strong antimemetic properties1, only recently detectable due to Harpocrates.aic's recent update to v5.6, which featured breakthrough technology for the detection of antimemes. Of the large amounts of erroneous data that was detected, only ~5% was feasibly translatable, while the excess is impossible to transcribe with current technology. As of 27/10/57, ~7% of the translatable data has been deciphered, 99% of which is corrupted beyond recognition or otherwise impossible to understand. Of the legible 1% that has been translated, a brief list can be found below of findings related to SCP-69012: Current Definitional Components of SCP-6901-A: The basic or inherent features, character, or qualities of something. The innate or essential qualities or character of a person. Inborn characteristics as an influence on or determinant of personality. [ARCHAIC] A person of a specified character. Current Affected Definitional Components of SCP-6901-A: The innate or essential qualities or character of a person or [DATA MISSING] Inborn or [DATA MISSING] characteristics as an influence on or determinant of personality The phen[DATA MISSING]cal world collectively, including plants3, [DATA MISSING]ther features and products of the Earth, as opposed to human or human creations The physical for[DATA MISSING]nd regulating the phenomena of the world. Discovered Concepts Related to SCP-6901: 'Plant' - unknown concept. 'Biology' - the examination and study of the 'physiology' of a human entity. 'Physiology' - the study of how living organisms or 'bodily parts' function. 'Bodily Parts' - unknown in the context of 'physiology' 'Genetics' - the study of 'inhereited traits', passed down via [DATA MISSING]. 'Inherited Traits' - unknown concept related to 'genetics'. 'DNA' - an abbrevation of the term 'Deoxyribonucleic Acid'. It is currently unknown what the purpose of this substance was. Addenda4 + Addendum 1 (3/11/57): Eliza Terris - Personal Observations on SCP-6901 + - Close - The thing about SCP-6901 is that no-one knows exactly what it is. Sure, we know that it's related to the concept of 'nature', but that's not exactly helpful when the data behind SCP-6901 doesn't exist. We know, effectively, nothing, and that's terrifying. Terrifying because we were totally unaware of the deliberate removal of very specific parts of a concept for who knows how long? Cycles? Septs? Months? Maybe, God forbid, years? The amount of errors Harpocrates detected in Site-01 a couple months ago was more than the total sum of all errors that we've experienced over the course of Foundation history, including during the Blackout in 2026. Billions upon billions of terabytes of missing data, computer faults, glitches. Corrupted information that we were overlooking every cycle, hidden away from us. We've been sitting on what is possibly one of the greatest losses of information we've ever seen, and we had no idea. What the hell was removed? Why only these specific sections? What's so important about 'genetics' and 'plants' that they had to be expunged from existence? But most pressing of all, who erased 'nature' from existence? And is this an isolated incident, or are we living in a world that's more missing information than isn't? - Close - + Addendum 2 (5/11/57): Data Surveillance Stream - Site-01 Secure Information Monitoring + - Close - Retrieving Data Stream, please hold… Data Stream retrieved! Playing… <EliTer & TimOer are monitoring> <EliTer has left, TimOer monitoring> <MacO'Re joins TimOer> <MacO'Re & TimOer are monitoring> <MacO'Re & TimOer are talking> <MO'R: "Is she… is she doing okay? Eliza's been looking pretty stressed recently…"> <TO: "I- I don't know. I told her to go talk to someone, but I'm not sure if she did.> <MO'R: "I'm… worried about her."> <TO: "Me too."> <MacO'Re & TimOer are silent> <MO'R & TO simultaneously: MO'R: "Is-" TO: "If-"> <MacO'Re & TimOer are briefly silent> <MO'R: "You go first."> <TO: "Look, I trust you, okay? So this stays between us, okay?"> <MO'R: "Okay."> <TO: "About Eliza… I think it's because of what happened. During the Blackout. She lost people. And now, after so much time thinking she was secure, seeing this? Errors everywhere in what's supposed to be the most secure server we have? Data that's been missing for goodness knows how long? It's not surprising that she's reacting like this—"> <EliTer joins TimOer & MacO'Re> <ET: "Upload in five, people. Let's get to work."> <TimOer & MacO'Re are silent. <ET: "Did I… interrupt something? (ET sighs) I can delay the update for a couple of minutes—"> <MO'R: "There's- there's no need. Let's get going."> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re are working on the Harpocrates v5.7 update> <Five minutes pass, the update is finished> <ET: "Okay, prepare for upload."> <TO & MO'R: "Got it."> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re begin uploading the patch into Harpocrates> <Two minutes pass, and the update finishes installing> <ET: "Alright then. Our work's done. I'll leave you two to whatever you were doing before I got here."> <MO'R & TO simultaneously: MO'R: " That would be nothing, then." TO: "W-what? We weren't…"> <Both TimOer & MacO'Re are interrupted by several error notifications from Harpocrates.aic> <HRP.aic: "Corrupt Data detected within patch software. Please hol-hol-hol-hol-d-d-d-d-d—"> <ET: "What? What happened?!"> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re are searching the v5.7 update package for errors> <TO: "Found the problem. A line of code."> <ET: "No shit."> <TO: "That's not all. It's a part of SCP-6901. We just uploaded a piece of SCP-6901 into Harpocrates."> <MO'R: "Wait, what? I thought you said it was a line of code?"> <TO: "It is."> <MO'R:" Uhhhh…"> <ET: "Tim, any idea what its purpose is?"> <TO: "Looking into that now. You guys search for any possible secondary errors."> <EliTer & MacO'Re are looking for errors within Harpocrates.aic's v5.7 update package> <TimOer is examining the uploaded portion of SCP-6901> <Harpocrates.aic reactivates, apparently free of error, without input from EliTer, MacO'Re, or TimOer> <HRP.aic: "Software update successfully installed. New function available: Consciousness Detection System. Would you like to execute?"> <MO'R: "Uhhhhh?"> <ET: "Goddammit. Goddammit!"> <TO: "Eliza—?"> <ET: "Execute the function, Harpocrates!"> <MO'R: "Eliza! Did you seriously just get Harpocrates to execute a function from SCP-6901?! Are you crazy?"> <HRP.aic: "Executing function. Total lifeforms detected on Earth: 5 871 920 102. Non-physical beings detected: 5 871 920 098. Physical beings detected: 4."> <There is silence.> <ET: "What the fuck?"> Concluding Notes: Following the events of this Surveillance Stream, Harpocrates.aic crashed, leaving much sensitive Foundation data vulnerable and unregulated. Despite the combined efforts of computational engineers and RAISA Operatives, Harpocrates.aic could not be reactivated for 45 hours, where immediately following this period it reactivated without input, apparently free of any data corruption. Notably, the Consciousness Detection System remained functional even after the crash, and uses yielded inconsistent results in regard to the number of physical entities it detected as present on Earth (varying between 0 and 150000). Further results are to be recorded in hopes of finding an observable pattern, and should be considered inaccurate until proven otherwise. - Close - + Addendum 3.1 (12/12/57): SCP-6901 Data Update - SCP-6901-1 (Historical and Human Differences) + - Close - On the 10/12/57, SCP-6901 researchers managed to decode a large section of data in a remarkably short period of time (approximately 1500% faster than expected) due to significantly less informational corruption (the possible relevance of this is still under question) than other sections of SCP-6901. All recovered information details the state of the Earth (and the Foundation) prior to the occurrence of SCP-6901-1, numerous scientific discoveries and information, and history dating back to the Foundation's founding in 1891. According to this information, SCP-6901-1 occurred on 12/3/22, and retroactively altered history to align with SCP-6901, such that SCP-6901 had been present for an indeterminate, but presumably extremely long, period of time. Summary of Human/Anomalous Comparisons - Pre- and Post-SCP-6901-1 Earth (compiled by Lead Researcher Eliza Terris) NOTE: Full list of definitions can be found in Document.6901.D. For ease of access, conventionally unknown words are outlined with apostrophes, and will link to the associated entry in Document.6901.D. Words that are currently totally unknown are marked with curly brackets {}, while words that are unknown only in the context of SCP-6901 are marked with square brackets []. Humanity was a primarily physical life form (as opposed to an informational one that exists within Earth's collective psychospace), and existed alongside other physical lifeforms known as {plants} and {animals}. We required {food}, 'water', 'air', and {sleep}, to survive, and would die if our physical bodies lacked any of the previous or sustained extensive damage, rather than simply fading after roughly 100 years. We [evolved] from a more primitive physical state into a more advanced one over a long period of time, instead of gaining consciousness and the ability to thought-shape gradually. [Reproduction] was the primary method of propagation, rather than through a collective effort between two participants to manifest a new consciousness (known colloquially as "macking"). We measured time through the movements of the Sun as opposed to the presence of the Radiance from just beyond our plane of existence. Whether these measurements of time being identical is just a coincidence, or something more, is under question. Our population was spread across the Earth and divided into 'countries', most of which had a unique language/dialect, social and societal customs, and human 'physical characteristics'. We lived mostly separately as opposed to unified within psychospace. The Foundation operated out of physical sites stationed in various locations around the world and physically contained anomalies within the same sites, as opposed to the current Foundation, which operates in secluded, conventionally unreachable areas of psychospace, and contains anomalies within specially constructed areas of higher metaphysical existence. 'Mobile Task Forces' (MTFs) were responsible for operations requiring the use of force, especially for location-bound or escaped anomalies. These have remained mostly unchanged within the current Foundation. 'Groups of Interest' (GoIs) have remained mostly present, but several changes have occurred. The 'Global Occult Coalition' (GOC) has, based on analysis of data of activity and operating procedure, reappeared as the 'Overseers of the Veil'. The 'Church of the Broken God' currently consists of two sects (the dominant 'Shattered Transcendents' and the 'Church of Maxwellism'), the latter of which existed before SCP-6901-1, while the other major sects ('The Broken Church' and the 'Cogwork Orthodoxy') ceased to exist. The concept of 'Sarkism', and thus the Sarkic GoI, ceased to exist upon the advent of SCP-6901-1 due to its conceptual reliance upon {flesh}, as did Ambrose Restaurant, which dealt in {food}. A full list of affected GoIs and changes thereof can be found within Associated Document.6901.G. - Close - + Addendum 3.2 (12/12/57): SCP-6901 Data Update - SCP-6901-1 (Earthen/Material Differences) + - Close - Summary of Earthen/Material Comparisons - Pre- and Post-SCP-6901-1 Earth (compiled by Lead Researcher Eliza Terris) Earth could be separated into four dominant physical realms: 'land' (areas of a 'solid' material known as the 'ground' made of {mineral particles}, {organic materials}, 'air', 'water', and 'living organisms'), 'ocean' (large amounts of 'water', a 'liquid' that covered Earth's 'surface' and surrounded areas of 'land'), 'air' (a general term for the 'atmosphere': large amounts of 'gases' that were held in place by Earth's 'gravity' that allowed humans and other lifeforms to survive, and 'polar caps' (or 'poles', which were located at the top and bottom of the Earth and made primarily of 'ice', a solid form of water). These were referred to as the 'lithosphere', 'hydrosphere', 'atmosphere', and 'cryosphere' respectively, and were essential parts of Earth's 'natural environment' that sustained 'life'. All four of these have received significant alteration due to SCP-6901, based on observations utilising SCP-██ and SCP-███ to interact with the physical world since █/█/13. The current lithosphere is constructed of an unknown 'metal' approximately 100 'kilometres' 'deep'. Attempts to investigate below this 'depth' without physically descending have resulted in failure, and to date there have been no successful physical incursions to this depth. The majority of the outer surface of the lithosphere is 'smooth' and 'flat', save for large (ranging from 1 - 3 km5 in 'diameter' and 300 - 1500m6 deep), roughly 'circular' 'excavations'. These excavations are marked with flat 'concentric' 'rings' every 20 - 70m of depth from the surface, invariably connected by a singular, 'sloping' pathway that leads to the excavation's 'floor'. The individual rings lead into the lithosphere itself and continue for approximately 100m before terminating abruptly, their purpose is unknown. The floors of the excavations are occupied by large (10m in diameter), flat, 'domes' atop 20m tall 'poles'. The poles extend for an unknown distance into the lithosphere, and the purpose of the structures are unknown. The current hydrosphere takes the form of enormous masses of 'tubing' and 'pipes', lined with thousands of 'openings' for the purpose of absorbing atmospheric gases for an unknown purpose. Methods of investigation have revealed that this system is extremely complex, and every pipe leads towards a 'chamber' of indeterminate dimensions at a depth of approximately 15 km. So far, no physical incursions have been successful in reaching a depth of below 100m. The current atmosphere is comprised of mostly 'hydrogen', which is regulated by a presumably anomalous mechanism that functions through the employment of large (30m x 30m x 30m), 'cubic' arrays of 'machinery'. These arrays are situated approximately 15km above Earth's surface, and are constructed in a 'gridlike' network wherein each array is 50km apart from surrounding instances. The purpose of these arrays is to keep the atmosphere intact around the Earth through the utilisation of a poorly understood anomalous process that prevents the movement of atmospheric 'particles' in specific circumstances. The exact parameters of this process are unknown. The current cryosphere exists as a series of small (ranging from 2 - 30cm7), 'crystalline' structures constructed of an unknown, 'dark grey' material, positioned apparently randomly at heights ranging from 1 - 300 metres above Earth's surface at the 'north' and 'south' 'poles' of the planet. Based on the presence of thaumaturgical symbols on all recorded instances, the purpose of these structures was to open a gateway to an unknown location; both of these structures are currently inactive. The mechanisms behind the function of the 'Sun', namely, how it has been able to sustain 'nuclear fusion' on such as large scale for an extended period of time and how it has not collapsed under the weight of its own gravity despite its artificial nature (based on metal structures being observed extending from below its surface) remains undiscovered. The reasoning behind the absence of other 'planets' is also unknown. The history behind the Sun's and the Earth's construction is totally unknown. - Close - + Addendum 4 (5 - 30/3/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entries + - Close - 5/3/58 I had a vision last pitch. The Radiance had set, and I set out back home. As I travelled, people swirled around, basking in its dying brightness. Families sat together, children laughed. I stayed, just for a little while, catching the last of the light before the world turned from lucent to pitch. And I headed home once again, to the familiar emptiness that was as much company to me as children to parents. It's too goddamn late for me to get a family now As I settled down for my cyclic meditation, I felt a presence. Not so much in any particular place, but all around me. I sensed… no ill intent that I remember, but as much as I would like to say that I looked outwards to face it bravely, that would be a lie. Damn near fled before I realised that I couldn't move, which of course scared me even more, but it took away the choice of succumbing to fear before I acted on it. So when I looked, I wasn't home anymore. I was… somewhere. It was dark, and I could feel something… what's the word… wind! Yes, wind rushing all around me at speed. All I could hear was it howling around me. And then, there was a blinding flash of light and a terrifying crack, and I could briefly see what surrounded me. Massive pillars of cloud surrounded me on all sides, churning and swirling in a turbulent vortex. Sheets of dark grey rain lashed and flew as dark shards of ice reflected the lightning in strangely beautiful ways while scything through the inky air of the storm. No, this wasn't a storm, this was a fucking tempest. Even as I was blinded by the flash of lightning, I saw the surrounding air seperate into tongues of flame that spiralled away into the columns of moving cloud. As I watched the storm's carnage from within, I became aware of the presence once again, this time behind me. I could feel it watching me in fascination, but what it found fascinating about me I couldn't discern. So, knowing I has no other choice, I turned to face it. 'It' turned out to be a pair of yellow orbs that crackled with electricity, looking at me curiously. How I could tell is beyond me, but I could nonetheless. When I tried to speak, I found that I couldn't, and could only watch as the orbs moved closer to me. They tilted slightly upon directly meeting my gaze, and it was then I heard its words. "We will see you, soon." It said, and suddenly the vision was over. I… I don't know what it means. Am I going crazy? Is this some anomaly we've never seen before? I really don't know. I might tell Tim tomorrow, he may be able to tell me more about this. He likes this kind of thing. 6/3/58 Normal day today. Didn't Forgot to tell Tim about the vision. There's always tomorrow. 7/3/58 Nothing happened today. Must've just been my tired-ass mind a couple days ago then. [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES REDACTED] 10/3/58 It happened again. When I was meditating, I felt another presence, and again, I couldn't move. When I looked, all I could see was a flurry of white, and nothing else. All I could hear was the wind whipping through me. Suddenly, I the swirling whiteness dissipated, and I saw a roughly spherical, angular contruct of ice moving about on a bed of more whiteness, surrounding by rotating rings of large ice shards. It was oddly beatiful as it danced about on the frozen winds around it. And again, I felt a presence behind me, and again I turned around. A pulsating, shifting mass of ice stared at me, and I stared at it back (how did I know it was staring? No idea, just like last time). Again, I tried to speak, but I could not, and as it drew closer I could hear it whisper. "We will see you soon." It said, and then it was over. I… don't understand what's happening to me. I should get someone onto this. [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES EXPUNGED] 19/3/58 Again. It fucking happened again. Didn't even get time to get in position before I couldn't move, so I just opened my eyes straight away to see whatever the fuck was being shown to me. This time, I was within a large chamber, so large that I couldn't make out the walls or ceiling. There was liquid on the floor, about 30 cm deep, dark in colour, while green pillars stretched above. More liquid ran from above, and the sound of water splashing echoed around me. Again, I felt a presence behind me. This time, it took the form of a human from before the occurence of SCP-6901-1. It was… fascinating, to say the least, but the replacement of its lower half with a pile of unknown substances made it harder to make that connection. It moved closer, and I heard it sing. "We will see you soon." It sang, and then the vision stopped. I don't get it. I don't fucking understand. Why me? Why now? What does all of this mean? [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES EXPUNGED] 30/3/58 It happened again. Didn't even have to shut my sight off before the vision started. This time, I heard the sound of banging and the crackling of flames, and when I looked, I was in a carvern. Great, metal machines pounded away at the ground below, heating it and illuminating a series of white-hot crevices around the impact point. Tunnels led away in all directions, and sparkling objects in many colours shimmered on the ceiling, floor, and walls. Again, the presence appeared behind me. When I turned around, I didn't bother trying to talk, just simply stared at the creature in front of me. A bulbous body, covered in a cracked, hard, light brown substance, with a small head that terminated in a pair of shining grey spikes at the front. The body was attached to eight long protrusions, which moved with speed and grace, pulling the thing forward to me. "We will see you soon." It chittered, and the vision ended. "We will see you soon." When? Who? Why? I'm tormented by this phrase, every night. When is 'soon'? I just… I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'm going insane. I… I don't know what to do anymore. - Close - + Addendum 5 (14/4/58): Incident 6901.1 + - Close - On 16/4/58, regularly scheduled testing of Harpocrates.aic's Consciousness Detection System yielded consistent results of 4 physical organisms. The O5 Council were notified, and after a vote of 11 in favour and 2 against, a physical incursion was approved into Earth. However, upon descending into physical space, all three Physical Reconnaissance Vehicles were immediately met with an onslaught of heavy rain and 'hail', quickly being destroyed. As Lead Researcher Eliza Terris has taken indefinite temporary leave for personal reasons, Senior Researcher Mackenzie O'Reilly has been selected to lead investigations into Incident 6901.1. - Close - + Addendum 6 (14/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 14/4/58 Its name was "Blits". The orbs. That's what it called itself. And now… It started this morning. I was in my home, and suddenly, I wasn't. I was back in the tempest from earlier. The sounds of rain, lightning, and the howling of wind were deafening, and the clouds were seething violently. In the eye of the storm, I saw everything. And then, lightning cracked, and everything stopped. The clouds ceased their incessant movement. The rain stalled and stopped in midair. The winds were silenced. In this newfound calm, I saw them. Creatures of wind, cloud, and lightning, stirring the storm, playing and revelling in its chaos. There were so many. They were so small. I was fascinated as they leapt and flew through the storm effortlessly, without care, creating a perfect storm as they did. As I watched them frolic, I felt the presence behind me once again. I turned to face it, and found it watching the creatures as well. I could feel the love in its gaze, before it slowly turned back towards me and spoke. "My children." It said, glancing back towards the creatures playing in the clouds. It looked back towards me expectantly. To my surprise, I found I could speak. "Your… children?" I said, confused. *Indeed. All of them are my children, born from my will and essence." It said. It glanced back at its children proudly, and then looked back towards me. "But what… what are you?" I asked. "I am what you humans called a 'primordial spirit'. My realm was of air and cloud, and I allowed all on Earth to breathe and live." It answered. "What happened to you?" The eyes crackled with lightning as the voice responded: "I, along with my children, was erased from existence. There was no prior warning, no time to prepare. We were there, and then we were not. I still do not understand why or how this occurred." I was shocked, but mostly angry. Angry and disgusted at whomever had tried to remove the these mesmerising creatures from existence. "So, if you were expunged from reality," I asked, "how are you here now?" The creature looked at me sadly. "I do not know myself, but I'd like to think our collective will was strong enough to bring us back, even if only temporarily." "Temporarily?" "Yes," it answered, "temporarily. We don't have much time. We're already fading away once again." Even as I looked, I noticed the clouds losing their opaqueness, the raindrops slowly vanishing into nothingness. "But- but what do you want me to do? What can I do? Please, tell me!" I begged. I didn't want to see these strangely majestic creatures vanish once again. The creature looked at me pityingly. "I'm sorry, but I there is nothing you can do. Not now. I simply wanted to bring my children back to play amongst the clouds one final time. But," it continued, "there's something special about you. I don't know how, but I think you may be the key to bringing us back." Around us, the storm was dissipating and spiralling tighter. I could see the children of the entity looking at us questioningly. "But before we disappear once again, I would like to bestow upon you two things." The creature said. "The first is my name, Blits. Speak it when you are in need, and it shall charge you with my will." As it spoke, Blits' form began to lose its radiance, and the crackling of electricity grew fainter. "The second gift I shall give to you is my sight. It shall guide you through even the most violent of tempests without harm. It said, and suddenly it moved into me. I was briefly overrun with a blinding light, before my vision went back to normal, and I once again stared at Blits' fading form. I was overwhelmed with emotion and sadness. I didn't want to see Blits and its children go, but there was nothing I could do but watch as they slowly began to disappear. "I swear, I will bring you back." I said, full of resolve. Even as the storm collapsed and Blits vanished, I felt it gazing at me with pride. And then, I was back at home, left with a name, the sight of a dead spirit, and the will to solve the mystery behind SCP-6901. I had four visions, and this was the first. I await the next three. - Close - + Addendum 7 (19/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 18/4/58 Her name was Farfroyrn. Just like last time, I was in my home when suddenly I wasn't. All around me was a swirling whiteness, and the wind whistled through, carrying pale flakes in twisting currents. As I moved forward, the whiteness slowly dispersed, and I found myself staring at the construct of ice as it swept though flurries of ivory particulate, heading towards me. The orbiting fragments of ice reflected a pale blue light that shone brilliantly from the angular, roughly spherical edifice, creating a dizzying, strobing effect of refracted light across the area. As it swayed in a smooth, flowing dance, I felt the presence behind me, and turned around to face it. A swirling mass of alabaster and ice surrounded a crystalline structure, and it spoke. "I am the queen of this place,"she explained,// "and that there is my castle." She shone a pale blue light in the direction of the swaying construct. She told me of how she was another 'primordial spirit', and that her domain was the frost and ice of the world, a symbol of rigidity, immovability, stillness and resolve. Her people, like Blits', were erased without warning, and she believed that it was her stubbornness and resolve that allowed her to come back, if only temporarily. "There's a ball in there right now." She said, again looking towards the castle. "My final act as queen for not my subjects, but my people. My family. I'd like them to have a final dance before we become lost to this world once again." There was sadness in her voice as a whiteness began to encroach on the area from all sides, slowly growing towards the centre. She looked at me once again as I asked how I could help, at all, in any way, and that Blits had appeared to me earlier. "You, you're special for some reason, you know that? Blits probably told you that you're somehow connected to all of this, and it's right, I can feel it." She said. "So I'll give you my name, and one other gift to help you on your quest." Her name was Farfroyrn, and she gave me her core to strengthen my resolve and to never buckle under pressure. "When you bring us back, I'll hold a ball for you." She said, looking at me proudly as the whiteness finally consumed the whole area. I had a brief vision of dark grey, crystalline structures with glowing writing losing their brightness, and then I was back home. Two more to go. I //will unravel the mystery of SCP-6901! For Blits. For Farfroyrn.// - Close - + Addendum 8 (27/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 27/4/58 His name was Vaserfal. I appeared within the chamber, feeling the water splash around below me. I could see waterfalls of liquid falling from above in a cascading current, catching the soft green light that emanated from the walls. Water flowed everywhere, from above, down below, splitting and merging and splashing all around. Again, I felt a presence, and I turned around to face it. It was human-like from the lower half upwards, a shade of shifting greens and blues, while the lower half downwards was a cascade of flowing sparkling water. "I am the prince of the flows." He said. "Welcome to my domain." He told me that, like the others, he was erased without warning, and found himself here from what he believed to be the inevitability of the flow of existence. "Us, my siblings and the spirits of rivers from around the world, we're together right now. As one for our final moments." I again asked what I could do, and again I was refuted. "You cannot help us now, but I know that you're the key to solving this. Like the others before me, I shall bestow upon you two gifts." He told me his name, Vaserfal, and he gifted me current and flow, to "Flow around all obstacles, and to be at peace." He said. Even as he said this, the water stopped flowing, and rapidly drained away. The last I saw of him was his smile as he slowly retreated down a pipe, and then I was back at home once again. For Blits. For Farfroyrn. For Vaserfal. - Close - + Addendum 9 (8/5/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 8/5/58 Ser name was Shteyn. I appeared within the ground, seeing machines pump and the Earth grow hot. All around me gems glittered, and I could feel the ground shaking around me, moving, shifting. I turned around one final time to face the creature. Just like in my vision, it was covered in a cracked, brown, hard substance, and it had eight, long, thick protrusions emerging from its body. It claimed to be another 'primordial spirit', the ruler of the ground and Earth. The machines slowed down as I talked to sim, where it said that its children were basking in the heat of the Earth's core for a final time, warming their souls before their departure into the unknown. "I know that you're the key to fixing this," Se said, "So I shall bestow upon you my name, and one more gift." Ser name was Shteyn, and they gifted me the warmth the core, to forever keep my soul comfortable. The machines finally stopped, and the orange flow of heated metal disappeared as I reappeared within my home. I //will //solve this. I swear it. - Close - + Addendum 10 (17/5/58): SCP-6901 - Data Update + - Close - On 17/5/58, the following file was decrypted from within SCP-6901. Item #: SCP-6901 Object Classification: Uncontainable Secondary Classification: Ignosi Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6901 is to be contained by the use of PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL. PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL refers to the use of numerous SCP objects8 to remove certain elements of the concept of 'nature' from reality. This Protocol has been approved for use by the Ethics Committee in a majority vote. Description: SCP-6901 is an mostly unknown entity conceptually linked to certain aspects of nature. SCP-6901 is totally uncontainable, and will arrive on Earth at 12/3/22, causing Earth's destruction. It is believed that the execution of PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL will remove SCP-6901 from existence as well, saving the Earth from certain destruction. Following the discovery of this file, Lead Researcher Eliza Terris exited Site-01, and her location is currently unknown. The recovery of Lead Researcher Eliza Terris is currently of high priority. - Close - Footnotes 1. Whether this is an ordinary consequence of 'nature' being expunged from existence — or something else entirely — is still in question. 2. Note that the documentation of relevant information is largely incomplete, and inaccuracies may therefore be present 3. Unknown concept, presumably as a consequence of SCP-6901. 4. Following Incident 6901-14-EJT-CO, several documents not present in the original version of this file (most notably personal Diary Entries and certain Data Surveillance Streams) have been added for information prosperity and later analysis. 5. Shortened form of 'kilometres'. 6. Shortened form of 'metres'. 7. Shortened form of 'centimetres'. 8. See Lead Researcher Eliza Terris for a full list. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6901" by TheAlienBaby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6901. Licensed under CC-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-6902
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Item#: 6902 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6902 contains a tracking device. At all times, at least one Foundation agent is to wait at the baggage claim in Newark Liberty International Airport. Whenever SCP-6902 appears in this baggage claim, said agent is to take it to a secluded location until it dematerializes. In the event that an unknown party claims SCP-6902, the identity of said party is to be determined as soon as possible. Description: SCP-6902 is a red rolling suitcase that lacks any form of branding or iconography. Approximately every six hours, SCP-6902 will dematerialize from its current location and rematerialize within a baggage claim carousel at Newark Liberty International Airport. Upon discovery, SCP-6902 had a baggage tag identifying it as belonging to flight 1814 from PHX1 to EWR2, on January 12th 2004. Notably, this flight crashed due to a mechanical failure, killing all passengers on board. This baggage tag has since been removed. As SCP-6902 dematerializes, all items within it will become an SCP-6902-1 instance. Whenever SCP-6902 materializes, all SCP-6902-1 instances will materialize within it as well. The following list comprises all SCP-6902-1 instances: Five long sleeved dress shirts; A pair of dress shoes; Three neckties; Seven pairs of underwear; Four pairs of dress socks; A pair of sunglasses; A black leather belt; A disposable camera; A toiletries kit; An empty leather folder; A gift bag containing a stuffed bear. The following message is embroidered on the inside of SCP-6902 itself. "For Jason. You won't lose this one." Footnotes 1. IATA airport code for Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport 2. IATA airport code for Newark Liberty International Airport ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6902" by LizardWizard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6902. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Item#: SCP-6903 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Containment Procedures: SCP-6903 is to be kept in an 8x8x5 research bay located on Site ██. Research bay door should meet a Level II hazard control rating (steel door, reinforced hinges, SCPassport keycard access with manual override). Any instances of SCP-6903-2 exiting SCP-6903 are to be contained and interrogated. SCP-6903 must be kept under constant video surveillance. Description: SCP-6903 is a mirror measuring 1.7 meters in height and 0.7 meters in width. SCP-6903 presents the reflections of only non-anomalous objects and entities. Otherwise non-anomalous entities that have been altered by anomalous effects are also observed to be reflected in SCP-6903. Objects or entities that seemed to have exhibited paranormal behavior but that did possess reflections in SCP-6903 have consistently been revealed to operate through natural means and according to classical physical laws of reality. Entities that are not reflected in SCP-6903 are able to pass through SCP-6903 into a non-euclidean space that mirrors SCP-6903's surroundings. Objects within SCP-6903 can be retrieved, though only by entities capable of passing within the mirror's boundary. Objects retrieved, which are three dimensional reflections of objects placed in front of SCP-6903, are nearly always observed to possess anomalous qualities. When an object is retrieved from SCP-6903, its counterpart outside the mirror no longer possesses a reflection in SCP-6903. Retrieved reflections of objects, or instances of SCP-6903-1, typically possess anomalous properties. A list of items retrieved from SCP-6903 is listed below: A knife capable of cutting through any solid object with little force. A pencil that can only be used to write factually correct statements. A U.S. $5 bank note that regularly produces copies of itself. (currently missing) A chair that has not yet been observed to possess any anomalous properties. An instant print camera that when used, prints a photo of what its user most desires in that moment. Reflections of a sentient entities retrieved from SCP-6903 have in each recorded instance deceased immediately upon exiting SCP-6903. In some instances, entities with no external counterpart have exited SCP-6903 themselves. These entities, labeled as SCP-6903-2, possess no shared or consistent qualities. Incident 1: ██/██/████ 11:03 An instance of SCP-6903-2, SCP-6903-2-A was recorded exiting SCP-6903. The entity was vaguely humanoid, and measured over 2 meters in height. Security footage depicts the entity phasing through the test chamber walls and reentering 48 minutes later. SCP-6903-2-A then reentered SCP-6903. No other information is available. Incident 2: ██/██/████ 21:43 3 instances of SCP-6903-2 exited SCP-6903, all human and wearing SCP Foundation Task Force uniforms. The entities looked around the test chamber for a moment appearing confused as if they had forgotten why they had entered the room. The instances of SCP-6903-2 then reentered SCP-6903. SCP-6903 Expedition 1: Expedition Supervisor: Dr. █████ Subject: D-9405. Has been recently exposed to the anomalous effects of SCP-884 and has lost reflection in SCP-6903. Note: A camera previously affected by SCP-895 was used to make entry into SCP-6903 possible. Results: Upon entering SCP-6903, D-9405 reported feeling disoriented but confirmed that the interior space mirrored the layout of Site ██. The environment appeared as a perfect yet empty reflection, devoid of personnel, activity, or sounds. At approximately 5 minutes into the exploration, D-9405 noted slight structural changes in the site's layout. The subject also noted an ambient sound that was not present outside the mirror, described as a faint "whispering" echo. At 13 minutes, the camera transmission began to distort, displaying intermittent static. Just before the signal cut out completely, the last visual captured depicted a group of humanoid figures (presumably instances of SCP-6903-2) observing D-9405 from a distance. Communication with D-9405 ceased, and attempts to re-establish contact have been unsuccessful. Recovery efforts to retrieve D-9405 are ongoing, though no further reflections or instances of D-9405 have reemerged from SCP-6903. Addendum 6903-1: Discovery and Initial Research SCP-6903 was brought to the Foundation’s attention after a peculiar incident involving a regular customer at █████ Antiques. The store owner reported that an individual, ████ ██████, noticed their reflection was missing from SCP-6903. According to the store owner, ████ had seemed oddly unsurprised by the situation. After witnessing the anomaly, the store owner contacted local authorities, suspecting that they had witnessed a vampire. Foundation personnel intercepted the report and launched an investigation. Testing with D-Class personnel and select items confirmed SCP-6903’s selective reflection properties: non-anomalous objects reflected normally, while anomalous items did not. Following these findings, SCP-6903 was secured and transferred to Site ██ for further research. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6903" by Carl Sagan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6903. Licensed under CC-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-6904
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Item #: SCP-6904 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6904 is to be stored in a standard Safe-class containment locker with physical, biological and memetic countermeasures. No artillery of any kind is to be stored near SCP-6904. Usage of SCP-6904 must undergo approval by the on-duty HMCL supervisor. Testing may only take place in a specialized chamber, fitted with a layer of padding separated from the chamber's architecture by at least ten centimeters. Under no circumstances may SCP-6904 be used outdoors. Description: SCP-6904 is a cast-iron artillery cannon, approximately five meters long from one end to the other. The exact historical significance of SCP-6904 is unconfirmed, but secondary sources assert that SCP-6904 dates back to the 15th century and was used in the Siege of Orléans.1 If SCP-6904 is loaded with ammunition and fired, the first solid object that SCP-6904 strikes will vanish from reality. This process occurs in a short enough interval of time that it cannot be observed with scientific instruments, and no residue is left behind. It is unclear how SCP-6904 distinguishes between objects, as it will sometimes demanifest whole objects or only partial ones, such as an arm. While SCP-6904 can be loaded and fired with any ammunition, different ammunition types have different success rates. So far, the most reliable have been cast-iron cannonballs; however, success has also been achieved using buckshot. The powder used to fire SCP-6904 appears to have no effect on the result. On recovery, SCP-6904 was fitted with a targeting mechanism, timer and several electromagnets. These have been removed without consequence. Additional Notes: Target: A block of concrete weighing approximately 1,000 kg. Ammunition: A smoothbore cast-iron cannonball. Result: SCP-6904 was lit and the ball successfully struck the block, which proceeded to vanish. Notes: Minimal concrete residue was left behind, likely from personnel moving the block into the room. Target: A crash test dummy. SCP-6904 was aimed towards its torso. Ammunition: A smoothbore cast-iron cannonball. Result: The cannonball struck the chest of the dummy. While the dummy's torso vanished as the concrete block did in the previous test, the dummy's appendages and head remained. The remaining parts fell to the floor after the chest disappeared. Notes: Closer inspection revealed that both of the dummy's shoulders disappeared as well. While the left femur disappeared, the right one did not. It is unknown why SCP-6904 did not affect the right femur. Target: A crash test dummy. SCP-6904 was aimed towards its torso. Ammunition: Grapeshot stored in a canvas bag. Result: N/A. Projectile missed the target entirely. Notes: Grapeshot struck the back wall of the testing chamber, causing it to disappear. All five testing personnel suffered injuries due to falling seven meters onto the testing chamber below. HMCL Note: I'm not approving any more tests for SCP-6904 for the time being. I believe that there is nothing more to learn about SCP-6904, nor Oblix, through testing. The primary objective is to ensure SCP-6904 does not fall into enemy hands. SCP-6904 best serves that purpose in the center of Site 19, not in a testing chamber. - Dr. Luke Wentworth, HMCL Supervisor, Site 19 Only known photograph of SCP-6904 prior to classification. Origin: The non-anomalous form of SCP-6904 was purchased by Oblix Public Broadcasting CEO Timothy Peters in 1952 at auction. Mr. Peters selected the cannon primarily due to its historical significance, believing that this yielded higher rates of success at creating anomalies. After its purchase, Peters and a team of mercenary scientists2 were able to imbue SCP-6904 with its anomalous properties. Originally, they believed that SCP-6904 actually applied a multiplicative effect on impact. Its anomalous properties were only conclusively elucidated during Foundation experimentation. Addendum 01: Meeting of the Foundation Leadership and Directorate Executive Committee (FLADE) SCP-6904 originally came to the Foundation's attention during an investigation into Oblix's activities. At this point, several shell companies associated with known Groups of Interest were being monitored by the Foundation. This investigation found a number of purchases made by Oblix, as well as cargo being shipped to addresses owned by Peters' shell companies. The Foundation Covert Anomaly Recovery Division (CARD) initially deployed an undercover agent into Oblix's operations in order to elucidate further information. Six months after deployment, Agent Horn revealed the existence of SCP-6904 to his supervisor, Director Stanley, who brought it to the rest of the Foundation. <Begin Log> <Extraneous information expunged.> O5-1: Next, Director Stanley would like to share a discovery made during an undercover mission. Stanley: Thank you. My division, CARD, has been investigating Oblix Public Broadcasting for the past six months. Bridge: Oblix? Isn't that the network with The Honeymooners? Beaver: Didn't they go to court a year ago for that antitrust lawsuit? Stanley: Precisely. Earlier, the Corporate Relations Division flagged Oblix for making suspicious purchases. We've sent an undercover operative into their organization, and they've found evidence that Oblix has created an anomaly. O5-3: What kind? Stanley: It's a modified 15th-century artillery cannon, with the ability to destroy nearly anything. It's already been tested on buildings; it's unclear what its true purpose is. Bridge: Before we go chasing after America's largest radio station, do you have any proof? Stanley: Our agent found documentation for the cannon, and a videotape with testing footage. He will send it to us posthaste. Rump: What are they trying to do? What does a broadcasting company need artillery for? Stanley: We have a good idea. Do you remember the Maihana Hotel? O5-9: The Japanese hotel that collapsed in on itself? Beaver: My people investigated Maihana and found nothing suggesting that it was anomalous. Stanley: I wouldn't be so sure. The office of the Prime Minister just handed this phone call to the FBI. I'll play the recording. Peters <Recording>: Good afternoon, Kishi. I wanted to know if you'd considered tendering your resignation yet. Fifteen hundred people died in Mahana, and I think the country would be disappointed in you if you let that happen again. See you in three days. Bridge: What? Magruder: He's using it to blackmail the Prime Minister? Why? Stanley: I did some research. Oblix has been trying to expand into Japan since the 1940s, but Kishi has been stifling them. Rump: Three days? O5-3: This is unacceptable. We need that cannon in our possession, ASAP. Daniels: I can start having Corporate Relations apply pressure to Oblix. Magruder: No, no. They'll just move it around. If they think the authorities know about the cannon, we'll never see it again until they kill fifteen hundred more people. O5-6: In any case, we need to contain the cannon. CARD should extract it. <Pause.> Stanley: Any particular reason? Magruder: I agree with Stanley. Our guys could knock down Oblix like it's paper mâché. O5-6: You already have an undercover agent in Oblix's organization, so your personnel must know Oblix better than any other division here. Bridge: I agree with O5-6. CARD should be able to get the cannon into our hands as quickly as possible and without any fuss. Stanley: Yes, yes, we can do that. But only if Director Rump is willing to temporarily transfer Agent Patrick Katzin to the mission. Magruder: What? Rump: With all due respect, there's a reason why Katzin works for the Security Division now. Stanley: Agent Katzin has an unparalleled record in industrial sabotage. If this operation needs to go smoothly, Katzin will provide his much-needed expertise. Magruder: Don't you have your own guys for that? Rump: You can borrow him. It's your funeral. Stanley: Fantastic. O5-3: Director Rump will transfer appropriate personnel to CARD in order to assist CARD in an extraction operation. O5-1: Before we end this meeting today, Site Director Grandstaff will speak about the anomaly that's affected the Bovinae family for the past two weeks. <End Log> Addendum 02: Mission Blank Void On March 3rd 1967, CARD Agents Katzin and Singer were deployed to a private island complex where it was believed SCP-6904 was stored. During the mission, the agents maintained periodic radio contact with CARD Director Stanley. The radio contact is documented below. <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, reporting that we've reached the witch's house, over. Stanley: Understood. What is your current status? Katzin: We have not yet been seen. My sea legs are coming back. Where do I meet Agent Hor- Gretel? Stanley: Gretel is currently posing as security for a ballroom dance on the main floor of the mansion. Pretend to be culinary staff in order to get in. From there, make your way down to the laboratory. Katzin: Understood. Do I have the clearance necessary to use knockout gas on any guards that I encounter? Stanley: Emergency situations only. Avoid guards if at all possible. Katzin: Understood. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, we need support. Stanley: What do you need? Katzin: The mansion has a keycard system required for entry, and I told their security that we'd gone on a walk and forgotten our passes. He's currently calling the catering company to confirm our employment. Stanley: What is the company's name? Katzin: Siebe's Speciality Catering. He's currently dialing the number. Stanley: Someone from the Communications Division is intercepting his call. Singer: Was that you? He just slammed down the phone and cursed the bad island cabling. Stanley: We just intercepted his phone call. Don't say that I never did anything for you. Katzin: He's calling again. Stanley: What is he doing now? <Radio silence.> Stanley: Hansel, what is he doing now? Katzin: Sorry, I needed to get to a quiet place. Your agents confirmed our employment. He criticized us for being irresponsible and told us to get back to work. Stanley: Ten-four. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, reporting. Over. Stanley: Tell me about new developments, over. Katzin: We've found security footage of his laboratory, over. Stanley: Tell me more, over. Katzin: Horn took us down to the hub room, where all of the wiring goes. We found security tape, and we see the lab that the cannon, SCP-6904, is in. Over. Stanley: Fantastic. Do you have a plan to extract it? Over. Katzin: There's more. The cannon's integrated into a device that looks like a railgun. Next to that is a map they hung on the wall. It's covered with X's in certain places. Over. Stanley: Is Peters planning targeted attacks? Over. Singer: We believe so. Over. Katzin: I've identified a route that will allow me to enter the lab chamber, box up the skip, and leave with minimal chance of seeing security. Over. Stanley: Excellent work as always, Katzin. Over. Katzin: Report back to you later. Over and out. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, we're beginning extraction. I am submitting our strategy for your approval. Over. Stanley: Understood, send it on over. Over. Katzin: I've disguised myself as a "handler". With Daniels giving Peters pressure, Peters thinks that he's being investigated by the FBI, right? Over. Stanley: I'd think so, over. Katzin: I'll pretend that I'm moving SCP-6904 to a "safe house". The cover should allow me to leave with SCP-6904 without being noticed. Over. Stanley: That's risky. What's your backup plan? Over. Katzin: Gretel is close by. As a security guard, he can confirm my story. Over. Stanley: I approve. Update me with your progress. Over. Katzin: Ten-four. Over and out. <Radio silence.> Stanley: Hansel, what is your current status? Over. <Radio silence.> Stanley: Hansel, please respond as soon as possible. Over. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Katzin, please report. We're coming back to the platform3, and we need a bomb defusion squad ASAP. I repeat, we need a bomb defusion squad ASAP. Stanley: I hear you, I've called Site-39. Describe your situation, over. Katzin: Horn is dead. We have the skip, but it's on a timer to fire itself. I can't defuse it. Over. Stanley: Understood. Were you intercepted? Over. Katzin: Time is of the essence, we're on our way back to the boat, over. Stanley: Tell me what's going on, over. Stanley: Hansel, are you there? Over. Stanley: Katzin, answer me! Over. Katzin: We're on the boat. There are ten minutes left on the clock. Send out a helicopter. Over and out. <End Log> Addendum 03: Investigation into Oblix Public Broadcasting Shortly after Mission Blank Void was conducted, a full expeditionary force was deployed to Peters' private island. The complex was found to be stripped bare of useful documentation or potential anomalous artifacts. Evidence of shredding and burning documents was found throughout. No further Oblix or mercenary personnel were found on the island. Investigation into Oblix Public Broadcasting commenced after the island search. Oblix executives denied any knowledge of Peters' conspiracy, save for three who have yet to be located. Mr. Peters has vanished and has not been found since. He has since been classified as PoI-4848 and is believed to still be at large. Addendum 05: Interview Log INTERVIEW LOG <Begin Log> Katzin: I quit. Stanley: I'm aware, but you called this meeting. Say what you have to say. Katzin: I realized that I should say something before the amnestic regimen really starts kicking in. <Pause.> Katzin: Even now, it's all turning into a blur. But I remember one thing distinctly. Stanley: What do you know? Katzin: He's planning on coming back. Stanley: How do you know? <Katzin sighs.> Katzin: This is why I can't do this anymore. The Foundation doesn't take it seriously anymore. It's all politics now. Stanley: Katzin— Katzin: It wasn't money. It was his ideology, that he wanted to conquer the world with. He'd give up by now if it was all for money. Stanley: What? Katzin: This isn't over yet. <End Log> Footnotes 1. The Siege of Orléans was a battle that occurred during the Hundred Years' War between France and England, and served as the first major military victory for the French army. 2. Foundation expansion into Asia led to the disestablishment of several smaller Groups of Interest. Members of these groups that evaded capture often worked for hire for other Groups or, in this case, for powerful individuals. 3. Mission Blank Void was headquartered on an abandoned oil rig that a Foundation front company purchased prior. « | TEAM M:I | Dead Reckoning » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6904" by notgull, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6904. Licensed under CC-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: cannon.jpg Name: Fort Alcatraz Cannon Author: DestinationFearFan License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6905
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Item #: SCP-6905 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter surrounding the Kankakee River State Park is to be established and monitored for activity related to SCP-6905. Civilians entering the Park are to be monitored, with any found to have encountered SCP-6905 to undergo questioning and subsequent amnesticisation. Agents sent into SCP-6905 sighting areas are to be equipped with cloth bags, similar to those used in mushroom and truffle hunting. Description: SCP-6905 is a gaseous humanoid that manifests during the spring correlating with the spawn of Morchella mushrooms, commonly referred to as morels. During this time, SCP-6905 will seek out individuals hunting morels and offer advice and encouragement. Individuals approached by SCP-6905 remain calm and often act as if SCP-6905 is a non-anomalous human. Addendum.6905.1: Interviewed: SCP-6905 Interviewer: Eli Hall Foreword: Eli Hall is an agent of Site-27 chosen for his knowledge of the outdoors and his previous experience in hunting morel and chanterelle mushrooms. Eli was informed to maintain casual conversation with SCP-6905 as all formal interviews have resulted in a demanifestation. He was dropped at the north side at approximately 4:03 AM. At 4:49 AM, Eli Hall's equipped recorder picked up the following interview. <Begin Log> SCP-6905: You're out early hunting. Friday crowd too thick for ya? Agent Hall: Huh- oh shit. Uh- I… yeah, the crowds gets really thick. SCP-6905: Ah. You're acting awful flighty. I ain't gonna hurtcha. Agent Hall: Right… Sorry, I just… wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here this early. SCP-6905: Ah, you're fine. I wasn't expecting anyone else either, but here ya are. Anyways, name's Harold. Agent Hall: Eli. [Leaves are heard crunching and SCP-6905 makes a low humming noise.] SCP-6905: You should be a bit careful where you're stepping now, son. Agent Hall: What's wrong? SCP-6905: Stir up the litter for a second and you'll see. Agent Hall: Oh, okay? [Several seconds of silence pass before leaves can be heard crunching.] SCP-6905: Haha! Oh, and to think you nearly stepped on that damn thing. They're good at hiding, aren't they. Agent Hall: Yeah, they are. Didn't even notice it. SCP-6905: Oh I can tell, but it's fine. You'll get your sense here soon enough. Agent Hall: Is it like paranormal or something? SCP-6905: Man, what a compliment! No, my skills aren't 'supernatural', as you say kid, just I have a lot o' years doing this stuff. Agent Hall: Oh, really? Do you know how many? SCP-6905: Eh, too many to count, I stopped at fifty-years. [Several moments of silence pass before the crunching of leaves are heard.] SCP-6905: Ya know, if you keep standing there you'll find nothing. Agent Hall: Thought they spawned in groups. SCP-6905: Eh, sometimes. The real trick is looking for elms and ash. Agent Hall: First time I've heard of ash trees. SCP-6905: Oh, so you do know a bit about the field. Agent Hall: I know a few things. I'm just rusty. SCP-6905: Well then, I think you got a good start. I don't want to give too much help, ruins the hunt. Agent Hall: No no, I do need som- Harold? Agent Hall: Well, guess that's that. Could've at least said bye. [The audio cuts out as Agent Hall makes contact with Site-27 about the encounter. He is instructed to leave the area. Approximately 30 minutes pass before the recording starts up again. In the debriefing, Agent Hall states that he was approximately 25 meters away from the initial pick up site when SCP-6905 manifested again.] SCP-6905: Now if that mushroom were a snake you'd be dead by now. Agent Hall: You're back! SCP-6905: I am. So, you really are rusty aren't you? Agent Hall: It's been a few years, and the mushrooms are pretty well picked over. SCP-6905: Sure son, it's not like I saw twenty on my way over, and it's not like there's one near ya. Agent Hall: Where is it? SCP-6905: Now, that just ruins the fun. Take a look around for a second. You'll see it. [Several seconds of silence pass.] SCP-6905: Thank god these mushrooms aren't snakes, else you would be a dead man. Agent Hall: Yeah, I guess I would be. SCP-6905: If you're back by tomorrow and they're not picked, I'll guide you to the other morels, but don't go expecting me to give you any handouts. <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Hall was sent out to investigate SCP-6905 several more times. Each encounter was similar to the one above with SCP-6905 evading questions in favor of discussing morels. No other information besides their name has been obtained. Closing Statements: On 03/04/2030, following the extinction of both elm and ash1 trees, morel mushrooms ceased spawning. All investigations into the Kankakee River State Park for signs of SCP-6905 have come back negative. Further investigations will be launched, at the time of writing SCP-6905's class has been changed to pending. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! No New Messages. To: Site Director Foxglove From: Eli Hall Subject: SCP-6905 Yesterday, while out chanterelles hunting with my daughter, I found her talking to a voice that I believe to be SCP-6905. I have attached to this email the recording I was able to get. <Begin Log> [The camera opens shakily and focuses on a vaguely humanoid figure sat in the woods. It nods its head while Eli Hall's daughter, Leah Hall, shows it flowers. The camera approaches the figure and it turns its head to face the camera.] SCP-6905: Eli, you shouldn't much come closer, cause let me tell you son. If that chanterelle were a snake, you'd be dead. [Leah Hall begins to point and SCP-6905 shakes his hand.] SCP-6905: Now then! Don't tell him! That ruins the fun, let him find it girl. SCP-6905: Why're you staring at me like that son? There's a Chanterelle in front of you, best get to searching for it. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Two trees known to have a mutualistic relationship with morels ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6905" by Rex Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6905. Licensed under CC-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-6906
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Item#: SCP-6906 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All civilians and unauthorized personnel are prohibited from the property where SCP-6906 is located. A Foundation agent residing in the neighboring property is to monitor SCP-6906. As a precautionary measure, Foundation personnel tasked with the surveillance of SCP-6906 are to be rotated on a bi-weekly basis. All entrances to SCP-6906 are to remain locked at all times outside Foundation investigation. Description: SCP-6906 is the designation given to a residential building located in the outskirts of Lloydminster, Canada. SCP-6906 exhibits the anomalous property of inducing feelings of indifference and lack of emotion in any human inside it over time, usually leading to catastrophic cases of apathy. The severity of these effects seems entirely dependent on the overall time spent within, low levels of exposure having caused no lasting effects, while systematical, prolonged exposure proving potentially fatal. The cellar floor of SCP-6906 houses a dark patch of unidentified matter1 which resembles a cavity leading under the foundations of SCP-6906. Closer inspection has revealed it to be an extremely thin layer of congealed viscous matter. All attempts to extract samples, or provide lighting to the cavity have failed. The connection between SCP-6906-1 and SCP-6906, if any, is currently poorly understood. Discovery: SCP-6906 and its anomalous properties were discovered as a result of a suspected home invasion murder. The residents of the house, a family of 4, were discovered dead in their respective beds, with signs of sustained malnutrition present on the bodies. The Foundation began investigation when the local police officers involved in the case seemed to experience suspiciously similar cases of mental fatigue and disinterest in their work simultaneously. A coverup story of CO poisoning was made to explain the death of the family, and full containment was established on 17/10/2020. Addendum 6906/1: The following are excerpts found in the diary of Lucas Green, one of the former residents of SCP-6906. 13/9/2020 Mom and dad are fighting again. It seems I've been writing more and more just to distract myself from the sadness. They scream at each other more than they talk, and I hear every single word no matter how much I try to concentrate, and so does the family next door. I feel so ashamed. I'm scared of mom getting hurt too. The worst of all is how this is affecting Ellie. She stopped going to soccer practice a couple weeks back, she's just hiding in her room most of the time. I think the parents of her friends have told them not to come over too. I don't blame them, who'd send their kids here anyway with them screaming here. I'm so damn tired of this fighting. I used to dread the idea of mom and dad getting divorced, now I wish they'd just do it instead of driving down the entire family. It's just all anger, sadness and fear. Feeling absolutely nothing would be better than just this day after day. 21/9/2020 I finally did it. Ellie's crying for the third day in a row now. I just screamed at my parents to either work this out like functional people, or just put an end to this marriage. They haven't screamed at each other since then, it's mostly just silence. And somehow it feels worse. Ellie is sleeping in my room until I know this house is safe. I'm just tired. 24/9/2020 Today I realized it's Wednesday. I missed 3 days of school, and no-one has even asked about me. No-one gives a shit about me. My school, my parents. All this is just delaying the inevitable, and I'm tired of it. I need to be alone. 27/9/2020 This house is finally dead quiet. No-one is angry or sad or scared. Why am I not relieved? The girl that lives here, I forgot. What's her name again? Dear diary, I'm tired of giving a fuck. This is fine, I think this is what I wanted. 28/9/2020 I'm tired. Who isn't though? Addendum 6906/2: Containment Update On 19/11/2020 Foundation agent Iris Meyer, currently tasked with the surveillance of SCP-6906 failed to carry out the weekly report required as part of their surveillance tasks on SCP-6906. She was found to display apathetic behavior towards her duties, and was promptly replaced. Special Containment Procedures were updated accordingly. The subsequent investigation into SCP-6906 revealed the presence of vocalizations emanating from SCP-6906-1. A total of 4 different voices belonging to what are assumed to be human beings have been recognized producing vocalizations of seemingly random nature, indicating states of differing emotions in irregular patterns. The source of these voices has thus far been unresponsive to any external stimuli. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! No new messages To: Dr. Phillips From: Researcher Grant Subject: Geological findings The team has thoroughly inspected the ground beneath SCP-6906, and it's safe to say there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary there. GPR2 would detect anything larger than a dead cat, let alone people or a cavern. Should there be a physical passageway underground similar to what it looks like, it would no doubt intersect with the plumbing and gas piping which are clearly still operational. Regarding SCP-6906-1: for a second I thought someone was looking back at me from down there, though thinking back it was probably my reflection. The place got my mind running. You ever heard someone having the time of their life while someone else is crying their eyes out? Pure, unrestrained emotion. It's faint and distant, but if you concentrate you can hear them just fine. Footnotes 1. Designated SCP-6906-1. 2. Ground-penetrating radar. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6906" by SphereFinale, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6906. Licensed under CC-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-6907
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keter
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Item #: SCP-6907 Special Containment Procedures: In preparation for the arrival of SCP-6907, Joint Task Force Sigma-8 "Most Unlucky For You" has been formed in order to subdue, contain, or neutralize SCP-6907 immediately upon manifestation through the use of overwhelming force. Should these measures fail, and containment is deemed unfeasible, Foundation assets are to stage a disinformation campaign with the purpose of making it appear to the general public that the federal government of the United States of America has called a recess, as SCP-6907 is expected to kill a large number of heads of state. To this end, fabricated video appearances and press releases from members of the government are to be created to maintain this illusion. Once this has been completed, clones are to be created of deceased heads of state, which are to be implanted with memories from their genetic templates and placed into their governmental roles. Once enough politicians have been replaced, the disinformation campaign is to gradually taper until normal functions of government can continue. Description: SCP-6907 is a Type White1 humanoid anomaly projected to appear on 07/26/2014 in western Maryland. Exact details of its appearance and capabilities are difficult to accurately gauge at this time, but based on historical records (see Discovery), a variety of SCP-6907's capabilities can be inferred: Biological immortality. Invulnerability to conventional armaments . Prolonged endurance without the need for sustenance or sleep. Based on archeological records and historical accounts, SCP-6907 is expected to attempt to seek out and kill the heads of state of whatever country or jurisdiction it manifests in, and will subsequently disappear. Accounts state that no force is capable of significantly impeding the progress of SCP-6907. Discovery: On 03/26/2014, a group of hikers hailing from Maryland, USA, made a post on social media detailing their discovery of a stone obelisk near a hiking trail that seemed to have appeared overnight. Foundation agents were dispatched and deemed the obelisk to be an anomalous artifact, leading to the area being secured and the social media posts being discredited as a marketing stunt. Examination of the etchings on the obelisk revealed them to be the same passages translated into various different ancient languages, including known non-anomalous languages, languages used by extinct anomalous civilizations, and previously undocumented languages. A roughly translated excerpt from these passages is included below. Upon the syzygy of the phantom stars, Akendu-fel, Lord of the End, supplicant of Eresh-mla, Scion of Bloodshed, Will descend upon the land and in his path shall be destruction, For no army may impede him, nor feat sway him, Kings and great leaders will be taken, And in their place leave only bedlam. This message stands as a warning. Akendu-fel will appear at this spot, And set his sights upon the lords who rule this land. Do not heed the calls of your rulers to defend them, For there is no glory in decimation, No wealth in ruin, No reward in foolish death. Abandon your lords and look to yourself, Allow this deity to finish its task, And you shall come to no harm from him. Further testing of the obelisk confirmed that it possessed no anomalous qualities or traits beyond its sudden appearance. Shortly after the discovery of the obelisk, it was observed by civilian astronomers that four large asteroids were spotted between Earth and Mars, on a path to form a syzygy with Earth on 07/26/2014. It was determined that this likely corresponded to the syzygy mentioned in the above passage, and as such marked the predicted time of appearance of SCP-6907. This discovery was suppressed, and several Foundation research teams were sent to investigate corroborating reports of what was detailed on the obelisk from the archeological records of the civilizations whose language was present on it. Various archeological finds made in the following months as well as re-examination of archived material all corroborated the same information despite many of the instances taking place in drastically different geological locations and time periods. Because of this, the threat outlined in the obelisk's passages was deemed credible. Addendum: As of 07/17/2014, Joint Task Force Sigma-8 "Most Unlucky For You" has finished their preparations around the projected site of SCP-6907's arrival. Currently, containment of SCP-6907 is intended to be established through the use of overwhelming force in order to stun the anomaly long enough to where permanent thaumaturgical measures can be implemented. Current assets in place for this measure include but are not limited to: 1 MDR-5001 Man-Portable Railgun 3 MDC-7001 Railgun Emplacements 1 MDC-8001 Railgun Platform, assembled on-site due to its size 70 artillery batteries of various caliber 7 attack helicopters of various model 18 armored combat vehicles 874 armed and trained Joint Task Force members 200 kilograms of high explosives placed around the area for remote detonation You are viewing an outdated file. Click here to view the updated version. Footnotes 1. Divine entity
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close Info X Content note: This article contains references to cults, manipulation, death and depression. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. SCP-6908. Photo taken 20/11/1991. Item #: SCP-6908 Special Containment Procedures (obsolete): SCP-6908 requires little active containment; the cemetery in which it is located has been purchased by the Foundation, and caretakers instructed to collect the letters and report them to an embedded member of staff. Civilian access is tentatively permitted. Description: SCP-6908 was the grave of Johnny Nilsson, deceased leader of defunct GoI-094 ("The Crooked Smilers"). It had a profound effect on living things within a radius of approximately one hundred and eighty centimetres; animals would refuse to enter said area and would display extreme distress if forced in, plants and lichens would not grow, etc.. Sapient beings displayed mild unease within the area of effect, as well as an urge to perform some action or engage in some activity they had been avoiding. At apparently random intervals, letters would manifest above the grave, presumed to have been sent via thaumaturgic means. All are believed to have the same writer, who has not been identified beyond their signature of "Grace." Addendum 1: The Crooked Smilers were an eschatological cult based in Memphis, Tennessee and founded sometime in 1985. Their doctrine was based around belief in positive thinking manifesting positive results; their stated aim was to create a gestalt entity out of their prayers and wishes. As founder and leader, Nilsson requested donations to fund cult activities and raise awareness. The Foundation became aware of the cult in 1989, when a defector linked him to a Southern Fifthist Church in Alabama; to the Church's consternation, Nilsson had been taking from their teachings as proof that his methods worked. A raid was undertaken in November that year, leading to the death of Nilsson and the overall dismantlement of the cult. Later, it was determined that, despite ties to Fifthism, the Crooked Smilers were entirely non-anomalous. Nilsson showed no capability of fulfilling his promises, and had been using the money for his own purposes, convincing his followers that when the time was right they would have everything they desired. By the time of the raid, several had already been forced out due to an inability to provide funds. This, as well as the failure on Nilsson's part to spread his message, meant that his followers required no amnestics, and underwent standard reintergration procedures. The vast majority of the Crooked Smilers were dealt with there; however, it is believed that a slim number of overseas members, such as the letter-writer, exist. Addendum 3: Below is a selection of letters found on SCP-6908. Johnny, I heard the news! Christ, you scared the life out of me! They're saying you're dead, but I'm not stupid. I am still so excited, you know. It has to be soon, doesn't it? I appreciate that this isn't an exact science, but I suppose there's a lot of work to be done. I'm happy to wait. I left my donation with Mabel,1 seeing as you're still hidi waiting. I look forward to hearing from you soon! Grace Johnny, I'm so tired. What am I supposed to do? Grace Johnny, Hi, hope you're well. Donation is with Mabel. What do you want? I was just curio How do you want? It's silly, I know, but I really do admire how you do it. You know exactly what you want, and how to get it. I'm a bit worried once we actually create our archon2 I won't know what to ask it for! Oh well, I'm sure something will work out. I'd love to meet you in person. I'm sure I'd enjoy your company, and you mine. You should come to England sometime. Grace Johnny, First off, I am so, so, sorry about the donation this month. Sodding manager's cutting our wages, AGAIN. I'm surviving, don't worry, but I just can't afford to pay you right now. I'm sorry, I swear, I'll make it up. Mustn't grumble, I guess, at least I have a job. I'm really looking forward to when we do it. I haven't got much on here, so I'm very much looking forward to it. Even if it is a bit I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know what I want. Grace Johnny, I could do it by myself, you know. I could do it myself, you slimy greasy wanker. Except I couldn't. It'll happen, or it won't. You know, I spent my whole life waiting? I spent eighteen damned years waiting, just drifting, like what I wanted would just sort of happen, and it'd all be great, and you know what? I was out of college, nothing happened, and I was left with exactly that: NOTHING. I don't need to waste my life on you. I'm quite capable of doing that myself. Grace Please. Never mind. Something will turn up. Addendum 17: The last letter above was discovered on 30/11/1990, eight months after the first. Shortly following the manifestation, SCP-6908 ceased displaying its anomalous properties. Reclassification to Neutralisation complete by 21/12/1991. Footnotes 1. Mabel Price, Nilsson's secretary. She was eventually located and amnesticised in 1993. 2. Nilsson's term for the purported gestalt entity. Unrelated to other mythologies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6908" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6908. Licensed under CC-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: sadlymissed Name: File:Unnamed cemetery Tchulahoma Road Memphis TN 001.jpg Author: Thomas R Machnitzki License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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ITEM #: SCP-6909 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-6909 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Imitation antique (Shushen Searches for Weiwu) in the style of the Tang Dynasty, inspired by SCP-6909, created in 1991. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Foundation webcrawlers for keywords pertaining to SCP-6909 should to be monitored. Websites containing SCP-6909 should be taken down, and physical manifestations that are not in Foundation containment should be destroyed. Civilian subjects aware of SCP-6909 should be amnestisized. Current confirmed iterations of SCP-6909 include: Ni-Pur and Snefru Vernon and Alexandre (see Addendum 02) Takeru and Jinaya Vagesh and Nirjar (see Addendum 01) Shushen and Weiwu Abayomi and Fawaz Askuwheteau and Mingan Copies of literature and art depicting SCP-6909 is stored in a locker in Site-168. Digital archives are available for testing for personnel above Level 2 clearance. All personnel involved with SCP-6909 should have undergone training to have Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of at least 5. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6909 is a self-propagating memetic narrative structure, which typically takes the form of a story or fable. SCP-6909 is a textual anomaly, which alters printed material and digital files by inserting itself into the medium by replacing a portion of the affected works. SCP-6909 typically affects mythological anthologies or translations of folklore, and have been observed in many languages. The narrative of SCP-6909 takes the form of a fable with a moral lesson for the reader. While iterations of SCP-6909 vary across cultural spheres, consistent elements of the story include the physical description of the two central figures, the description of the vanquished beasts, and the subsequent disappearance of one figure, and cyclical nature. Subjects without proper memetic inoculation that come across SCP-6909 typically believe that SCP-6909 is an ancient myth that they have previously heard before, typically from parents or grandparents. The memetic effect is retained through various ways of reproduction, if key elements of the narrative is intact; this includes further oral or textual retellings, or visual depictions in art. It is believed that SCP-6909 typically spread through textual reproduction. While visual reproductions of SCP-6909 have been found, this has found not to be a result of memetic compulsion, but merely a side effect. While the origin of SCP-6909 is unknown, earliest record of SCP-6909 originated from the comparative literature departments of several universities, starting in the 1980s. The Foundation noticed this discrepancy when a number of comparative literature studies independently "discovered" a previously unknown story within several cultural spheres. As there were no historical text or art depicting the stories, and the highly similar narrative structure between different iterations, the Foundation realized a possible narrative hazard and discovered the memetic effect afterwards. Because the memetic effect of SCP-6909 is non-hazardous, it has made it difficult to determine the spread of SCP-6909. Oral tradition has become the most common form of spread for SCP-6909 after the Foundation began its containment efforts. WARNING FROM THE MEMETICS DEPARTMENT Please do not read the following addenda without proper memetic inoculation and understanding of SCP-6909. Personnel of CRV of less than 5 are forbidden from reading further. ADDENDUM 6909-1 — Textual Example The following is a text from a purported translation of the Vamana Purana produced by Rutgers University in 1992, which contains the following SCP-6909 insertion. Due to the late discovery of this instance of SCP-6909, this story has been found to be spread by several families and schools that practice Hinduism, used as a fable used to teach young boys important life lessons. In the valley of Vindhyachal, the land was plagued by foul beasts. There were two companions that travel the land, Slaying beasts in the valley; The Great Yoddha and his companion. Their names were Nirjar and Vagesh. Nirjar, the Great Yoddha, was a seasoned and proud warrior, of strength and skill of a hundred men. Vagesh was his companion: Vagesh carried the warrior's belongings and tended to the warrior's horses. The people of Vindhyachal cheered for Nirjar. 'Yoddha! Yoddha!' They called him, meaning 'great warrior' Nirjar and Vagesh would travel the land, the warrior slaying beasts while the companion hides. When Nirjar collects the head of the slain beast, Vagesh holds the satchel. When Nirjar drinks and celebrates with the townspeople, Vagesh sits in the back and watches. When Nirjar beds the courtesans, Vagesh tends and feeds the horses. One day as the townpeople toast Nirjar, Nirjar sees Vagesh quietly drinking in the corner. Nirjar asks Vagesh, "My comrade, what troubles you so?" Do you not feel the joy of the people around us?" Vagesh replies, "Yes, Great Yoddha, I feel their joy But that grateful celebration is for you; I do not have the strength of a hundred men like you. You lift up men and women with your bravery, When they sing, they sing of you. I will never have your strength, Even though I have followed you for many years. I watch your attacks and learn your methods, Yet I cannot lift even your sword; for my weakness burdens me." Nirjar, the Great Yoddha, did not say anything, but he heard his companion's words and understood his despair. Deep into the night, as Vagesh rested, Nirjar quietly took a small rock under the starry night, and slipped it into his own satchel. As the two travel the land, Nirjar would add another rock into his own satchel every few days Vagesh, unaware, continues to carry. As Nirjar continued the vanquish foul beasts, Vagesh would imitate at the sides; As Nirjar talked during their travels, Vagesh listens to his advice; As Nirjar sleeps, Vagesh practices swinging his weapon, deep into the night. One day as Vagesh washes Nirjar's belongings by the river, a foul reptilian beast sneaks near. "Oh Great Yoddha, Where are you!" But Nirjar does not come to his rescue. The fearsome beast leapt attempted to bite Vagesh Vagesh sees Nirjar's sword, And in one swing, slays his first beast. Nirjar, hidden behind trees, smiles And empties his satchel of rocks, Walks away and leaves Vagesh behind. Vegesh does not know any of this, and as he catches his breath he sees the slain beast's body; as he has seen Nirjar do so many times, Vagesh decapitates the foul beast. "Oh Great Yoddha! I have been fortunate Where are you?" But Nirjar has disappeared, Never to be seen again in the Vindhyachal valley. Vagesh rides into a new town, in search of Nirjar. The people welcome him - "Oh Great Yoddha! Oh Great Yoddha!" "I am not the Great Yoddha," Vagesh said. "If you are not the Great Yoddha, how did you slay this beast?" "I am not the Great Yoddha," Vagesh said. "I am not worthy of the title." "You have slain the foulsome beast," the people say "You are the Great Yoddha." "I am not the Great Yoddha," Vagesh said. "I have only slain one beast. I am looking for the true Great Yoddha, my friend Nirjar." "Perhaps yesterday you are not the Great Yoddha. But that does not mean you are not the Great Yoddha today." Vagesh looked into the crowd, Saw the adoration in their faces And realized what Nirjar has done. Vagesh raises the beasts head, And the town cheered, Clamoring for the newest hero. Vagesh did not forget about Nirjar, yet no one knows his whereabouts. The land is too treacherous, for even the greatest warriors. A meek young man approaches Vagesh, "I am not a warrior, but I desire to become one. Let me be your companion, Great Yoddha, And we shall vanquish the lands." Vagesh sees the frail young man, And knew what Nirjar would do; He gladly let the young man ride, Finally knowing why Nirjar disappeared. The two set off into the wild, the Great Yoddha and his companion. ADDENDUM 6909-2 — Artistic Example Visual depictions of SCP-6909 are also common, but there have been no known compulsion effect; most visual depictions come in the form of children's books, or paintings made for specific cultural events. The following image is obtained from a Canadian copy of a children's book in 2019 ("Vernon and Alexandre"), blocked for publishing after the discovery of SCP-6909 influence. + Attached file - Close SCP-6909 example. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6909" by Joreth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6909. Licensed under CC-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: final_luxaiko.png Author: Luxaiko License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki
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Item #: SCP-6910 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6910 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Access to brewing equipment and beverage supplies has been granted to SCP-6910 for recreational purposes and mental stimulation. Weekly psychological treatment of SCP-6910 is ongoing. Approval for SCP-6910 to operate in the site's cafeteria is currently under review. Further experimentation is pending Ethics Committee approval. Description: SCP-6910 is a female humanoid, measuring 2.2m in height and weighing 80kg. Distinguishing features include hazel brown hair and deep purple eyes. A heavily faded tattoo reading "Ms. Reminisce, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" is located on SCP-6910’s right forearm. SCP-6910 possesses a perfect photographic/long-term memory, having shown the ability to recall memories from up to twelve years in the past, describing major and minor details with seemingly perfect accuracy. SCP-6910 will recall memories when they choose, or unwillingly when triggered by specific prompts, such as photos or verbal references to an event or location. Testing shows that SCP-6910 is completely immune to the effects of amnestic treatment, hypnosis, and all other memory alteration methods. Subjects discussing topics with which SCP-6910 is knowledgable of have displayed superior memorization and understanding of the information taught. Information learnt can however be removed from the subject’s memories with standard amnestic treatment. Through the utilisation of their abilities, SCP-6910 has dedicated its time to becoming a coffee barista. SCP-6910 is capable of preparing a multitude of recipes for both hot and cold beverages, and operating brewing equipment and utensils near flawlessly. Drinks brewed by SCP-6910 are considered by both casual and expert coffee consumers to be of high quality and taste. None of these skills or the drinks produced are anomalous. SCP-6910 was previously employed by a coffee shop privately operated by GoI-116 "Ambrose Restaurants", in Chicago, United States. Since containment, SCP-6910 has expressed no desire to learn any additional skills other than those which involve making coffee. Addendum.1: Interview Transcript Interview 6910-4 Close Log [Removed for brevity] Dr. Ling: You were an educational toy? Brewing machine noises SCP-6910: Correct! Have another coffee and a gold star. No wait. Sorry, old habit. Dr. Ling: Well anyway, is there anything further you'd like to tell us? SCP-6910: Well there's this fantastic Turkish blend I've been dying to try- Dr. Ling: -I was actually hoping to hear what you knew about "Wondertainment" and your creation? SCP-6910: Well… There's not much to say. I was made there, but I never saw much else of Wondertainment. Wondertainment is difficult to pin down in terms of "What it is", even for me. I remember workshops and toys, but everything else is a blur. That was intentional on the doctor's part, to make sure I couldn't be questioned by anyone like you guys. No offense. The only place that I remember clearly was a classroom and play area of sorts. It was filled with colourful foam and plastic walls, and mountains of educational toys I was told to learn about. And plenty of bookshelves crammed with all sorts of genres and subjects. There was a brief time long before then… But everything was just blank. No sound. No anything. Like watching a broken television screen. Don't even remember how long it even lasted for. Can't remember anything that wasn't there. Dr. Ling: All blank before… So you were created this way? SCP-6910: Of course I was! I remember everything, but nothing from before then. So I’ve always been like this. Why wouldn’t I be? Dr. Ling: …Right. Moving on, you mentioned before that you read a lot. Care to share? SCP-6910: Oh, curious? To put it simply, I had to "learn" to be Ms. Reminisce. The doctor said it was only fitting that I learn things myself to better understand how to teach others. Dr. Ling: And what did you learn? SCP-6910: Mathematics, physics, chemistry, wooden toy carving, ancient history and religions… As much as I could. There was other stuff I had to read too… But for some reason all I recall is more blanks. Like black censor bars or something. Dr. Ling: And the coffee? Where does that come from? SCP-6910: It's the universal fuel of teachers! The doctor hated the stuff, but I didn't. There was brewing equipment in an attached staffroom for aesthetic purposes. Got into it quickly, and even started asking for books on brewing my own. Some days I learned more about coffee than mathematics, it'd get the doctor pretty steamed. Dr. Ling: And just how much have you read? SCP-6910: In total? Two-thousand and fifty-four books. Not counting the ones I've read since arriving here. Dr. Ling: …Wow. I’d have thought you’d read even more. SCP-6910: No need with this brain! All up in my head, so there's no need to study constantly. And even then, reading the same things too much just lead to memory repeats, over and over and over and over again in my head. It’s not pleasant.. very disorienting. Plus, I wanted to finally get out. Dr. Ling: And why was that? SCP-6910: To go out and help kids. Teaching the fun of learning and reading. Learn something from Ms. Reminisce, and you never forget it… That's what the doctor would say: "Kids need to grow up and remember those feelings of fun and wonder". Dr. Ling: Actually, what can you tell us about them? Your previous owners? SCP-6910: I don't think I could ever pick just one to discuss. Too many fun little minds, too difficult to choose, you know? I can't pick a favourite… Dr. Ling: That's alright, any will do. SCP-6910: I really couldn't. Can we move on to coffee now? Maybe later. SCP-6910 sips from mug Dr. Ling: No really. I'd like to know. SCP-6910 continues drinking in silence Dr. Ling: Well what about your employment at Ambrose? How did that occur? SCP-6910: Ambrose? I proposed it to the doctor: A shared branding agreement with the restaurant would be a great way to help both financially. Getting hired was easy, since I’d already memorised most of the beverages. It was great work; it helped clear my head and gain a new perspective. Teaching was good, but this was just more fulfilling. Dr. Ling: Really? Finding you working for Ambrose was a surprising revelation to us. And with your claims of enjoying education, I can’t help but wonder why you chose to work there. SCP-6910: Jobs and education, right? I loved it at first, but the truth is… After a while, you just get tired of doing certain things. I wanted to find a new passion, and I chose coffee! So that’s where I've been since. Dr. Ling: Well, is there anything more you'd like to share? We'd like to know at least a few things- SCP-6910: Nope, that's fine. Hey, how about I fix up a dalgona for you? That's your favorite, unless of course I forgot! SCP-6910 prepares to stand up Dr. Ling: I'm sorry, but this really isn’t up for debate. Your privileges could be revoked if you aren't compliant and answer. SCP-6910: Fine. …I enjoyed teaching at first, but after a while, I realised it wasn’t the thing that I really wanted to do. There's not much to say. I wasn't as happy anymore, so I asked for a new role. End of story. Dr. Ling: Is that really something Wondertainment would have allowed? SCP-6910: They're not a tyrant! Sure, it was difficult to convince them, but they were willing to compromise when I mentioned that adults need something special in their lives too. And that maybe if given the chance, I could supply it pipping hot. Dr. Ling: And was there anything else that may have made them reconsider? SCP-6910: Well… Things didn’t work out with teaching exactly… I realised that I wasn’t cut out for it, and unfortunately, it took a few mistakes before I realised that. One child, Phillip… We were playing at the park, but I looked away for a few seconds, and someone rode their bike right into him. He got a few bruises. He was fine, but the look on his face is awful to think about… Dr. Ling: Well that's not really your fault at all… But is there anything else you're not mentioning? SCP-6910: …This other time, I was with a girl called Christina, and she ran off. I looked for her, spent hours searching. Luckily, she found her own way back home, she was always so clever. I was relieved, but her parents weren’t happy. They got rid of me. Their anger I could handle, but I lost their "little darling". That’s what got me. SCP-6910's eyes squint SCP-6910 It’s hard moving on from those things, especially when they’re all so similar. Whenever I made one mistake, the rest would just flood right back out again, fresh as ever. Dr. Ling: Anything else? SCP-6910: … Dr. Ling: …Listen, we’ve tracked down a report, regarding an incident involving a "Hillary Tarrason" that took place in Chicago. From what we've gathered, you were there at the time. Dr. Ling produces a newspaper clipping and shows it to SCP-6910. SCP-6910 examines it and immediately averts their eyes. Dr. Ling: Please. I just want to get some ideas here. If you’d- SCP-6910: No! I said no! I don’t want to think about these things! Why are you doing this!? SCP-6910 grips its arms SCP-6910: It wasn’t my fault… She just stepped onto the road… At this point, SCP-6910 became considerably distressed and was unable to continue the interview. Dr. Ling declared a short break until SCP-6910’s stress had reduced to a more suitable level. SCP-6910 was then informed that additional brewing supplies and recreational material would be granted if it complied until the interview’s conclusion. [Log Continued] Dr. Ling re-enters the room. SCP-6910 is standing by their brewing equipment, preparing a drink. SCP-6910: What can I get you this time? Peppermint swirl? Dr. Ling: How did you- Sure. SCP-6910 pours the beverage and hands it to Researcher Ling Dr. Ling: Thank you. Are you ready to continue? SCP-6910: Like I said before, I like making coffee. Dr. Ling: You know I don’t mean that. Why though? SCP-6910: I just prefer it. When you’re good at something and like it, you do it. I happen to enjoy learning about coffee and making it. Can't you just be happy with that being what I do? Dr. Ling: But you're capable of much more. Remember initial testing? You recited the entirety of a quantum-physics textbook after one read, and you still can. SCP-6910: You can’t prove that. Dr. Ling: Fourth word, eleventh line, page four-hundred and seventy-five. SCP-6910: Magnesium. Wait. No, lucky guess. Anyone would remember a fun word like "magnesium". Dr. Ling: Look, we’ve given you access to plenty of resources to keep occupied with. Why are you still hesitant to share what you know? Someone with your abilities would be doing all sorts of things. The accident, maybe you felt responsible for it? And why obsess over this, instead of something grander? SCP-6910: Well, you could say what I do is rather "grande" so… Well… Fine. So, you know how when you experience something terrible, even if it’s too much to handle, it might get better over time? Mostly it'll hurt, but with the right help, you’ll eventually heal? You'll learn to see it in another light and get over it. Hope it fades away. Well… I fucking can’t. Dr. Long: Wasn't there any way to alter your abilities? Why be made to keep them? SCP-6910: The doctor told me I should keep them as a reminder for what I worked to become now. Truthfully, I’m convinced that they just wanted to make sure I'd always remember how much I disappointed them. Dr. Ling: But, why coffee though? SCP-6910: Coffee’s what I associate with the time before all of that. Every time I recall those other memories, I just end up creating a new memory of how it felt to recall those memories. And then I remember those every time I recall the original ones by association… And because I remember it a bit differently each time, it stays fresh. Like looking at the same accident from a different angle. And spotting something new to be disturbed by. But if I stick to what I like now, then eventually I’ll start remembering something better, instead of just failures. …How's your drink? Dr. Ling: …It’s good. Best I've had actually. SCP-6910: Haha. Thanks. I know. Addendum.2: Recovery Log The following two items were in SCP-6910’s possession upon discovery. The first is a torn piece of paper, and the second is SCP-6910's ID badge worn during their employment at Ambrose Restaurant: Access Recovered items 21. Ms. Reminisce ✔ (canceled) Ms. Beverage ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6910" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6910. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Item #: SCP-6911 Special Containment Procedures: Dr. Everwood's office has been decommissioned. No personnel are permitted to attempt to enter the room outside of SCP-6911 testing periods. Description: SCP-6911 is a spatial anomaly occurring on hall E, floor 2B of Site-55's personnel offices. The anomaly is activated when a human subject enters the hallway with the intent of entering Dr. Everwood's office. When active, SCP-6911 will shrink the hallway, thus rendering it impossible to proceed beyond a certain point. If other individuals are present in the hallway when SCP-6911 is triggered, they will be pushed beyond the threshold of the shrinking effect. Dr. Everwood is the only individual capable of bypassing SCP-6911 entirely. Addendum 6911.A- Interview: Dr. Everwood was interviewed by Nhung Ngo, a psychiatrist consultant from the Spatial Anomalies Department, shortly after the discovery of SCP-6911 to ascertain any involvement or probable origins of SCP-6911. <BEGIN LOG> Ngo: Hello, Jay. I know you're busy, but as I'm sure you're aware- Everwood: Yeah, I know, I know. My office is an SCP now. Great. Ngo: Well, not your office per se, but the hallway leading to it. Everwood: Either way, the whole thing has me quite cheesed. Ngo: I'll try to be brief then. As I was saying, you're the only person who can successfully bypass SCP-6911. Everwood: Trust me, if I knew why or how this happened, you'd be the first to know. And much to my surprise, I haven't just become magic despite my best efforts to the contrary. Ngo: You're saying you've been trying to learn thaumaturgy? Everwood: That was a joke, Nhung. Ngo: Oh. Sorry. They don't get many jokesters over at Spatial Anomalies. Everwood: Figures they'd all be squares. Ngo: … Everwood: That was a joke as well. Come on, cut me some slack. I've gotta cope with my office being fucked somehow. Ngo: Fair enough. So listen Jay, I just have a couple of questions about what's happened in your office the last few days, alright? Everwood: Sure. Ngo: Alright. So for starters, have any anomalous objects entered your office? Everwood: Yeah. More than I could count. The Junior Researchers come to my office carrying just about anything they get their mitts on. I get it, they're mostly clueless, but just because the pen has the MC&D logo on it doesn't mean it's anomalous. Give me a break. Ngo: Any idea of their SCP item designation? Everwood: Nope. Do you have any idea how many items come across my desk every day? Every time someone finds something from an external group of interest, it's dropped in my lap. A jinn lamp from ORIA? It's been in my office. Tapioca pearls from Marshall, Carter, and Dark? You bet they've been in my office. An anti-theology explosive from SAPPHIRE? Yup, in my office. I could go on. Ngo: Point taken. Everwood: Actually, I will go on. Consultations are draining my very soul. The moment someone suspects a GoI even so much as farted in the direction of their object, they come to me. Just the other day I had a fucking dowsing rod, you know those useless sticks that supposedly detect water? The fool thought it detected anomalies. And just because the people they confiscated it from were Parawatch users, they brought that up to my office. Ngo: I, err… Everwood: Fucking Parawatch. Those people aren't even on the same side of the veil we are. I had to explain to him that no, they hadn't just magically gained powers and that he had brought a glorified stick into my office. Jeez, Louise. Ngo: I'm sorry. It sounds like you're very stressed out. Everwood: Sorry. It's been a rough few… weeks? Months? Years? Anyway, next question, please. Ngo: You already said you aren't practicing thaumaturgy. So that leaves me out of questions, actually. Everwood: You know, I don't know if this is important at all, but I think I should say it. I just kind of wished that I could have some peace and quiet. And I did have it! For a few hours, anyway. Later I come to find that the hallway my office is in was quarantined and apparently this happened. I feel stupid even saying this out loud, but it's the truth. Ngo: I see. Everwood: Sometimes weird things just happen though, don't they? Ngo: I suppose they do. But you know what? I have an idea that may solve this little problem of yours. Everwood: Do tell. <END LOG> Addendum 6911.02: Following the interview, Dr. Ngo suggested Dr. Everwood take on a research assistant. Researcher Rex Alces was selected by Dr. Everwood, who now oversees a portion of their previously assigned work including consultations and item assessment. SCP-6911 has not manifested since this change. 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Item#: 6912 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Bodycam image of SCP-6912 on discovery Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6912 is on probation as a Foundation asset. To prevent unpermitted discovery of this project, the entity is not contained at a Foundation site. Instead, its apartment in Edinburgh, UK is fitted with standard monitoring equipment. All items of upper-body clothing belonging to SCP-6912 have been fitted with miniature microphones. The data from all monitoring devices is processed by artificial intelligence construct HEIMDALLR.aic.1 If HEIMDALLR.aic detects suspicious behaviour from SCP-6912 (e.g. sudden unexplained cessation of signals), it will notify Site-93 Director Lauren Haftling, who may use any discretionary method to neutralise the threat. This includes enacting the Cythraul Protocol (see below).2 In the field, SCP-6912 is to be accompanied by its designated Foundation liaison, Agent Alice Falconer, at all times.3 While encouraged to assist SCP-6912 in its work, Agent Falconer's primary duty is to ensure that the entity does not act against the Foundation's interests. In such an event, Agent Falconer is authorised to restrain SCP-6912 by any means up to and including the Cythraul Protocol. To minimise the risk of a security breach, SCP-6912 is forbidden from making direct physical contact with Foundation personnel. Personnel assigned to SCP-6912 must wear gloves (list of approved materials available on request) during working hours to minimise the possibility of accidental contact. If physical contact is made, both SCP-6912 and the contacted individual must be forced to make contact a second time. Both parties may need to be restrained during and after this procedure. The Cythraul Protocol The Cythraul Protocol is to be used only in the event of SCP-6912 becoming an active threat to the Foundation. The Cythraul Protocol is as follows: SCP-6912 is verbally informed that the Protocol has been initiated. If the entity desists from its activity, no further action (besides disciplinary) is taken. The explosive device implanted into the base of SCP-6912's cranium is primed, initiating a 45-second countdown. If the device is not deactivated within this time, it will explode automatically.4 SCP-6912 is warned that the device has been primed and given a final chance to desist. If SCP-6912 continues to threaten the Foundation's interests, the device is triggered, terminating the entity. Description: SCP-6912 is a 1.83m tall Caucasian male in its early thirties, weighing 74kg and answering to the name of Canute Maclaurin. Its passport and driving licence confirm this to be its legal name. When SCP-6912 makes physical contact with a living human, the entity is able to 'switch bodies' voluntarily with said human in what is termed a Morrigan Event.5 During a Morrigan Event, SCP-6912 transfers its consciousness into the body of whomever it is touching, while the 'switchee' (referred to for the duration of the event as SCP-6912-1) has their consciousness forced into the body of SCP-6912. The Event ends the next time SCP-6912 and SCP-6912-1 make direct physical contact. SCP-6912-1 instances often react with shock to Morrigan Events. SCP-6912 has stated that it prefers not to initiate Morrigan Events without at least one assistant, and insists on being physically restrained prior to the Event. This is to ensure that its 'regular body' does not go missing or come to harm whilst controlled by another party. Discovery and Containment History: + Discovery Log and Related Documents - Close Excerpt from SCP-6912's journal 26th October 2021 Guess even I have to catch a break sometimes. There I am, down the Eel's Head, when who should slither up to me but Trevor McCoy. 'Well well, Canute Maclaurin as I live and breathe. How ye doin', you sneaky old bastard!' Trevor's only ever that friendly when he smells money, and Trevor makes his money by ratting out his fellow anomaly. I get the impression Trevor would very much like to sell me some dirt. 'This better be good,' I tell him, sliding fifty quid's worth of good faith in his direction. And it is. I pay Trevor the rest of the money, down my pint and sprint out of the place. Martin Burroughs vanished off the face of the Earth two years ago, pausing only to murder my best friend. Now the bastard's finally felt safe enough to have someone killed. Big mistake. He's shown his hand. No solid evidence to pin it on him, of course, but Trevor's certain Burroughs ordered the hit, and he's never given me a bad tip before. I'll head to the scene tonight to learn what I can. I'm coming for you, Burroughs. The Martin Burroughs mentioned in the above entry had been known to the Foundation since 2019. Below is an abridged reproduction of his Person-of-Interest file: Name: Martin Burroughs (No known aliases) DOB: Unknown (Age estimated in mid-40s) Occupation: Criminal entrepreneur Stance: Hostile Anomalous Involvement(s): Accomplished thaumaturge, specialising in transdimensional manipulation. Weaponises extradimensional beings to build and maintain his criminal empire. Notes: Known to be an enthusiastic reader of disgraced Foundation researcher Howard P. ████████.6 Suspected to have assisted in the instigation of several breach events, in which multiple SCP items were lost, believed stolen. Disappeared in 2019 following discovery by Foundation of his criminal/anomalous activities. Under investigation by Department of Analytics since disappearance. For more information, please contact investigation team lead Alice Falconer. Agent Falconer and her team were aware of the murder mentioned in SCP-6912's journal and were investigating the scene on the night of the 26-7th October 2021. Video Log Transcript Date: 27/10/2021 Time: 03:27 GMT (UTC +00:00) Team Lead: Agent Alice Falconer (Department of Analytics) Team Members: Agent █████ Adams (Department of Analytics) Agent ████████ Berger (Department of Analytics) Agent ████ Gupta (Department of Analytics) Foreword: This recording initially took place in the investigation team's van, en route to the scene of Lee's murder. [BEGIN LOG] Falconer: Bodycams all working? (Affirmative response from team) Brilliant. OK, let's get this briefing over with, and we might just be home in time for breakfast. Berger: (yawning) Couldn't we have done this at the Site? Where there's coffee? Falconer: If we wanted to sit around yawning instead of driving to the first real lead we've had in two years, then yes, we could have done. Now listen up. Falconer: Victim is Stephen Lee, Asian male, mid thirties to early forties, et cetera, et cetera. Seemingly, an entirely unremarkable man. What puts him a cut above your average murder victim is that, according to one of our lads who happened to be undercover in the morgue when they chopped Lee up, he was offed using a certain memetic kill agent that I believe the kids are now calling 'Schizophrenic Mandelbrot'. Adams: The Martin Burroughs birthday card. Berger: Yes, Adams, we've been working on the same case you have. Falconer: You're both quite right but, Adams, please try to focus on not crashing the van, there's a good lad. Anyway, yes. Lee's death fits Burroughs' MO perfectly. If it's cropping up again, this could be our long-awaited break. Ah, we're here. How was that for timing? Adams stops the van outside Lee's house. The team disembarks. Falconer: One last thing: the brain scans confirm this was the single-use version of Schizophrenic Mandelbrot. Meaning whoever finds it gets a beer from me, as opposed to a eulogy. That said, don't go fiddling with anything that looks like it shouldn't be fiddled with. Go in carefully, be the dazzling professionals I know you all are, and we may never have to see each other again. Gupta: Er, ma'am? Falconer: Yes? Gupta: The door, ma'am. It's not locked. Falconer: Nice. Any signs of forced entry? Gupta bends down to inspect the lock, shining his torch inside. Gupta: Affirmative. I'm seeing some irregular-looking scratches on the tumblers. Plus some pretty distinctive residue round the keyhole. Falconer: (into her communicator) Falconer to Site-93. Signs of possible interference with Stephen Lee murder scene. Request backup. Over. Site-93 Control: Roger, Falconer. Backup on its way, ETA twenty minutes. Out. Falconer: Fuck. Berger: We going to wait for them, ma'am? Falconer: Negative. Whoever broke in could still be in there. If we're lucky, they know something we don't. If we're unlucky, they're anomalous. If we're very unlucky, they're so anomalous that— (clears throat) Long story short, we need the advantage of surprise, which we're pouring down the drain the longer we stand around like this. Come on, let’s move. The team enters the house, Agent Falconer in the lead and lighting the way with her hand torch. The ground floor is confirmed to be empty. Team ascends the stairs. All doors are open except one. Falconer opens the door into what appears to have been Lee's study. Standing in front of the desk, with its back to the camera, is a humanoid figure examining something with a torch. Upon hearing the door open, the figure quickly turns its head, revealing it to be SCP-6912. Falconer: Don't move! This is an active crime scene. You are trespassing on government property. SCP-6912: Shit. SCP-6912 vaults onto the desk and attempts to climb out through the window. Berger grabs the entity by the trouser leg. A struggle ensues, during which Berger manages to overpower SCP-6912. With no other means of escape, SCP-6912 grabs Berger's arm and initiates a Morrigan Event. Berger looks up at what was, until recently, her own face and recoils. SCP-6912-1 (Berger): (shouting) Jesus! What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? SCP-6912, now occupying Berger's body, stands up, freeing its original body. It then touches its original body on the arm, ending the Morrigan Event. Berger collapses to the floor in shock, and SCP-6912 makes another run for the window. SCP-6912 is floored by a kick between the shoulder blades from Adams, who keeps the entity pinned to the ground with one foot. In this position, SCP-6912 is unable to make contact with anyone. Falconer: (into her communicator) Cancel that backup, control. (to SCP-6912) You've got some explaining to do. SCP-6912: You first. Falconer: I beg your pardon? SCP-6912: You're wandering around an abandoned house at four AM. That's not something people your age do for the hell of it. You're not the police, or you'd have buggered off with the rest of them. And you can't be Burroughs' goons, or one of us would be dead by now. Same goes for Global Occult Coalition. Hmm. Small group, masquerading as a government authority, yet suspiciously well-armed. (looks up) You're the SCP Foundation. Falconer: Correct. And I'm guessing, following that little display, that you're exactly the sort of person who would get me a much-needed pay bonus if I were to throw in a containment cell. Which, incidentally, is what I plan on doing. SCP-6912: I wouldn't do that if I were you. Falconer: (laughs) If I had a penny for every time I've heard that one. SCP-6912: You're looking for Martin Burroughs, aren't you? Falconer: I'll ask the questions, thanks. SCP-6912: Meaning yes. Look, I'm tracking Burroughs down myself. Falconer: And the best of luck to you. Unfortunately, Euclid-class containment isn't the best place to— SCP-6912: What I'm saying is that it's in your best interests to let me help you find him. Falconer: Ah, of course. Why contain an anomaly when you can offer it a job? Sure, that's the Foundation all over. Would you like a biscuit while we're about it? SCP-6912: OK, I'll do you a favour right now: see that brown envelope on the desk? That's holding the memetic kill agent they used to whack Lee. Gupta: I'll get the fingerprint kit. SCP-6912: Waste of time. Burroughs and his gang don't make mistakes like that. You want to find the man, you're going to need to start asking questions. But where to start? If only you had someone who knew wh— Falconer: That someone being you, I take it. SCP-6912: You catch on fast. Falconer: Wouldn't it make more sense for me just to ask you where to start, then contain you like I'm going to anyway? SCP-6912: All right. So do that. Then enjoy the many hours you'll spend trying to question people who've been told from birth not to talk to you. Want to try it undercover? You know better than anyone that those people can smell Jailer a mile off. All the time you're trying to break them, Burroughs is getting further away. Falconer: How very convenient for you, mister, er… SCP-6912: Maclaurin. Canute Maclaurin. Falconer: Mister Maclaurin, 'take the skip's word for it' has yet to be included in any Foundation policy I'm aware of. I think we'll all find it much easier if you just— SCP-6912: Look, if we work together, we've got my contacts and your muscle. And you've seen what I can do. If we find ourselves somewhere even I can't get into, all I need to do is hijack someone who can. Believe me, Agent… Falconer: Falconer. SCP-6912: Agent Falconer, if you contain me, you're throwing away the best chance you have of catching Burroughs this side of 2023. (pauses) Well? Falconer: Shut up. I'm thinking. (pauses) Gupta, give the skip a frisk. Careful, don't let it touch you. SCP-6912 remains motionless while Gupta searches its clothes. Gupta: Nothing, ma'am. Just some keys and a set of lockpicking tools. Falconer: Any bags? Inside pockets? Anything that could be used to carry large numbers of stolen things out of here? Gupta checks the lining of SCP-6912's coat. Gupta: None. Falconer: (to SCP-6912) Hmm. Well if you are a thief, you're not a great one. SCP-6912: You wound me. Silence. Falconer: All right. I'm satisfied for the moment that you're after the same thing as we are, and that letting you help us would save the Foundation considerable time and expense. That in mind, I'm placing you under mobile containment. We'll lock you in the back of the van and roll you out when you're needed. SCP-6912: Oh, won't my family be proud. Falconer: But let's get this straight. You don't body switch with me or any other Foundation personnel. And if you make me regret this decision, I promise you that containment will be the least of your worries. Is that understood? SCP-6912: Perfectly. Falconer: And you're aware, of course, that as soon as the job's done, you'll be tossed into a containment cell. SCP-6912: It's better than being tossed into one now. Falconer: On your feet, then, Skip. We've got a killer to catch. [END LOG] Post-Containment Debrief Transcript Interviewed: Agent Alice Falconer Interviewer: Dr. ████ Thorne Subject: SCP-6912 Date: 30/10/2021 Time: 08:55 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: This is an extract from Agent Falconer's debrief, conducted following SCP-6912's containment, three days after Falconer's discovery of the entity. [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous dialogue removed] Thorne: You must have realised that, by enlisting the help of SCP-6912, you were breaking practically every rule in the book. Falconer: Yes. Thorne: So why did you do it? Falconer: The Foundation had been pointlessly sinking money into the Burroughs investigation for two years. We were on the brink of being shut down, and the thought of Burroughs running around free did not exactly fill me with joy. Falconer: So when the skip offered to help, I made a command decision. We were the ones with the power. When was the last time you came out on top in a deal made with a foot on your spine? Thorne: You weren't worried 6912 might have tried to slip away while your back was turned? Or that it had other anomalous abilities it was just waiting to use against you? Falconer: If it had, it'd have used those to try and escape when we first met. And as for giving me the slip while my back was turned, I'd have needed to turn my back for that, which I didn't. Even if it had tried to escape, Adams proved for us that a quick boot to the back would've taken care of things. (pause) Obviously, we were prepared to shoot. [Extraneous dialogue removed] [END LOG] + Documents Concerning SCP-6912's Involvement with the Burroughs Investigation - Close Excerpt from SCP-6912's journal 27th October 2021 Met Trevor at the Eel's Head to ask him about the kill agent from Lee's desk. Agent Falconer insisted on coming too. Gentleman that I am, I let her pay Trevor, who said he knew of four people in the Lothian and Borders area with the know-how to draw up a Schizo Mandel; one's dead, one got contained last April, and one disappeared in 2018 after an accident on a farm near Galashiels.7 That leaves a man they call 'Drencrom.'8 Lives down in Leith and keeps a pretty clean pecker when he's not drawing pictures that make you see God and go mad. Hard to reach, but Trevor, being Trevor, had his address. Only cost Falconer another hundred. Next stop, Leith. Why do I suddenly want to listen to Lust for Life? Post-Containment Debrief Transcript Interviewed: Agent Alice Falconer Interviewer: Dr. ████ Thorne Subject: SCP-6912 Date: 30/10/2021 Time: 08:55 GMT (UTC +00:00) [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous Dialogue Removed] Thorne: I assume you questioned Drencrom once you knew where to find him? Falconer: I wish it had been that simple. Thorne: How so? Falconer: It was like pulling teeth with a pair of kitchen tongs — unpleasant for all involved and absolutely pointless. Drencrom wouldn't open the door when I knocked, just asked me through the letterbox if the black moon howls. Thorne: I thought that was a Foundation thing. Falconer: Where do you think we got it from? Lots of regional anomalous communities identify their members in similar ways. By the time we find out what the correct answer is, they've usually changed it already, and this time was no exception. Drencrom saw right through me. I forget his exact words, but they boiled down to 'get lost' and some creative threats involving an arc welder and a machete. Thorne: If Drencrom threatened you, you would have been well within your rights to use— Falconer: If I'd wanted to question people that way, Dr. Thorne, I'd have joined the CIA. Thorne: Well, I mean, technically you'd need— Falconer: Can we please just get on with the debrief? I've got enough paperwork on my desk to feed a small nation of woodlice. Thorne: Sorry. Please continue, Agent. Falconer: As I was saying, Drencrom was a dead end. Or so I thought until I remembered we still hadn't played our newest card. Thorne: SCP-6912? Falconer: Got it in one. Thorne: Are you about to tell me you let a potentially hostile anomaly just waltz into Drencrom’s flat? Alone? Falconer: Well, that’s one way of looking at it. Thorne: Agent Falconer, are you clinically insane? Falconer: No, but give it a couple more minutes. (clears throat) Obviously I didn't trust that skip any further than I could throw him. We'd met a matter of hours ago; do you really think I was going to let him sod off on his own without taking a metric fuckton of precautions? Berger and Gupta were covering the front and back doors, Adams was watching the windows and I was waiting on the stairs. And the skip was wearing a wire. If we'd heard anything remotely dodgy, we'd have been in there faster than a Site Director chasing a busy agent’s paperwork. Hint hint. Thorne: And? How did 6912 do? Falconer: Drencrom hit him with the black moon question. The answer, apparently, was 'only when the frozen stars dream.' He let 6912 into his flat, where our skip proceeded to give him a pretty convincing hopeful-young-artist-seeking-mentor spiel, which turned out to be exactly the right call. Thorne: How so? Falconer: Drencrom's got an ego the size of Belgium. As soon as he realised he had an excuse to flex his artistic CV, he was off on one, conveniently revealing that he'd sold a Schizophrenic Mandelbrot the day before. That was when 6912 asked if the buyer had had long red hair. Thorne: Hm? Falconere: My thoughts exactly. I asked the skip back in the van, and he said he'd noticed a long red hair on one of Drencrom's chairs. Drencrom is bald. Thorne: I take it the Sherlock Holmes jokes flowed freely for the next half hour. Falconer: Like a fire hose. A quick check of the local CCTVs confirmed our redhead, and we followed her the length and breadth of Edinburgh. All the way to a post box in Marchmont. Thorne: A post box? Where I’m guessing she— Falconer: —posted poor old Stephen Lee the Schizophrenic Mandelbrot, yes. Nice touch, making sure it was sent from a random post code. Then she went back to Leith. Specifically, to a shady-looking warehouse by the docks. I’m talking 'people outside carrying concealed weapons' kind of shady. According to the check we ran, it was registered to Kingsmount Industries, which wasn't on our list of Martin Burroughs' shell companies, but we figured it couldn't hurt to check. Step one was to arrest Lee's killer. [Extraneous dialogue removed.] [END LOG] Video Log Transcript Date: 28/10/2021 Time: 14:12 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: Prior to this recording, Falconer's team had successfully apprehended the suspect on her way out of the warehouse. The suspect was then restrained in the van, where this exchange took place. Falconer: All right, let's get this show on the road. Here we have our glamorous assistant, a charmer by the name of… I'm sorry, I don't think you introduced yourself. Suspect: What? Falconer: Come on, we haven't got all day. What's your name? Suspect: I don't answer to you. Adams: (pointing a pistol) Want to try that again? Suspect: Jesus! Falconer: Probably not, but what an interesting guess. Suspect: All right, all right. My name's Northwood. Cass Northwood. Falconer: Nice to meet you, Cass. Now, at the risk of sounding cliché, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Easy way gets you a cup of tea and a friendly judge, hard way gets you no tea and a judge whose wife just left him for the tramp who talks to pigeons outside Tesco. SCP-6912: Wait, you know Pete the Pigeon? Suspect: Who the hell are you people? Falconer: I'll ask the questions, if you don't mind. Remember who's wearing the handcuffs here. Suspect nods stiffly. Falconer: Wonderful. Now here's your first question. Do you work in the Leith warehouse registered to Kingsmount Industries? Suspect: Yes. Falconer: Good for you. And what is it you do there? Suspect: Admin assistant. Falconer: What a coincidence. I myself happen to be the Chancellor of Germany. The truth, please. Suspect: What good will that do? My boss'll kill me if I talk, you'll kill me if I don't. Falconer: The key difference being, of course, that your boss has no idea where you are, whereas I have you handcuffed in the back of a van. Remember the cup of tea. Suspect: OK, how's this? I handle the place's finances and clean any money that needs it. I also tie up loose ends, by which I mean kill people. Better? Falconer: Much better, thank you. Now, and I strongly suggest you don't try lying here, is there a password to get in? A handshake, maybe? An interpretive dance? Suspect: No. Guards know everyone by face. Anyone can get a password beaten out of them. Faces not so much. (to SCP-6912) That’s a nasty cough you’ve got there. Falconer: Are you expected there tomorrow? Suspect: Yes. Nine o'clock. Falconer: (to SCP-6912) All right, Skip, it pains me to admit it, but this looks like somewhere you could save us some serious time and effort. Want to do the switch now or closer to the time? SCP-6912: Now's best. Gives me time to get used to the new proportions. Falconer: Right you are. Suspect: Wait, what? Falconer: You'll see soon enough. (adjusting the camera) Ladies, gentlemen and otherwise of the SCP Foundation, you are about to witness the first detailed recording of SCP… whatever they decide to designate it, I've just been calling him Skip… of Skip here demonstrating his remarkable body-switching ability! Tokens of gratitude from any researchers watching this will be accepted by the pint in the staff bar on Friday night. (to SCP-6912) OK, Skip, you're the boss. What do you need holding down? SCP-6912: I'll need you to handcuff me. Falconer: Now there's something I wish I heard from more skips (handcuffs SCP-6912). SCP-6912: Thanks. Now uncuff Northwood. Falconer: Just the one hand. SCP-6912: As long as she can reach me. Falconer removes one of the Suspect's handcuffs. SCP-6912: (to Suspect, sticking out its leg) I'm going to need you to take a deep breath in and hold it. I'll do the same. Once your lungs are completely full, touch my ankle. Suspect: Is this some kind of— Falconer: Just do it. Northwood inhales and reaches out to touch SCP-6912's bare ankle. A Morrigan Event is initiated. SCP-6912: (to Suspect, now SCP-6912-1, coughing) Ugh. Do you smoke? SCP-6912-1 (Suspect): Few a day. (clears throat) Hey, what the hell? SCP-6912: Too long to explain. And please stop smoking. This feels like licking an ashtray. SCP-6912-1 (Suspect): Does this mean I'm… (looks down at its legs) Jesus. Falconer: Still not even close. SCP-6912: (to Falconer) May I have the other cuff off please? Falconer: Oh, but it looks so fetching on you. Fine, take a walk. Don't want you staggering around the warehouse like a newborn giraffe. (uncuffing SCP-6912) OK, team, keep questioning Northwood. I'm off to exercise the skip. SCP-6912: I don't need any help walking, you know. I've been doing it for quite a while. Falconer: Ha. Nice try. SCP-6912: Put me on a lead, why don't you? Falconer: That costs extra. Further questioning of the Suspect confirmed that the warehouse was used primarily as a drug manufacturing and distribution centre. Crucially, it also transpired that the warehouse had become a temporary headquarters for Martin Burroughs since his return from hiding. Exterior photo of the warehouse used as a headquarters used by Martin Burroughs (long white building, centre left) Video Log Transcript Date: 29/10/2021 Time: 08:58 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: The following recording is from a bodycam hidden on the person of SCP-6912, still in the guise of the Suspect. The entity was given an earpiece to receive instructions from Agent Falconer. The main aim of this mission was to verify the Suspect's claim that Martin Burroughs would be in the building. [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous dialogue removed. SCP-6912 was able to enter the warehouse without issue, and found nothing of suspicion on the ground floor. However, a locked hatch in the far corner (concealed under a trolley and opened with the Suspect's key) was found to lead to an underground drugs lab.] SCP-6912 walks through the lab, stopping at a door at the opposite end of the room. Despite the presence of toxic fumes, the large number of extractor fans in the ceiling negates the need for a respirator. Falconer: (via radio) That should be the door to the main office. Press the buzzer next to it. SCP-6912 does as instructed. An unknown voice is heard from a speaker below the buzzer. Unknown Voice: Who is it? SCP-6912: It's me, you spanner. The door opens, and SCP-6912 steps into what appears to be an airlock. After SCP-6912 has closed the door behind it, an extractor fan in the ceiling switches on. Once the fan has switched off again, the door ahead of SCP-6912 is heard unlocking. SCP-6912 steps into a room resembling an executive office. Sitting at a desk is a figure recognisable as Martin Burroughs. Burroughs: Morning, Cass. SCP-6912 is faintly heard struggling to control its breathing. Falconer: Skip, for God's sake, say something! Burroughs: You right there? SCP-6912: (clears throat) Sorry. Lost my voice. Bit of a cold. Burroughs: Fuck, not you too. I've already got half my admins laid up with Covid. SCP-6912: I took a lateral flow test this morning. It reckoned I was in the clear. Burroughs: Well, keep it that way. The police still think Lee died naturally, and we haven't heard a peep from the Foundation. We keep this up, and we could be onto the next stage of Operation Elvis by the end of next week. SCP-6912: Where are we right now? Burroughs: Cox got back alive from the big coke deal last night, so it looks like the CIA are playing ball. Our people in London say the local gangs have been eating out of our hands since their bossmen came back from the Audient Void with barbed tentacles for arms. All in all, my comeback is coming along nicely… or it would be, if I weren't currently talking to Canute Maclaurin. Burroughs draws a pistol and aims it at SCP-6912. Burroughs: So you can drop the act. Falconer: Shit. Skip, keep him talking. We'll get you out of there. SCP-6912: I… don't think I get the joke. Burroughs: I said, drop it. Oh, Maclaurin, you must think I'm a very simple man. Didn't you think for one moment I'd have someone watching Lee's house? Hate to disappoint you, but I did. Northwood, in fact. Imagine my surprise when she told me that, some time after the police left, she saw someone trying to sneak in for a look-see, wearing a long coat and a big, stupid hat. Sound familiar? SCP-6912: Are you sure you weren't just visited by an eighties goth singer? Burroughs: Not unless Fields of the Nephilim have found a fascinating new sideline. Maclaurin, I don't know how you survived three magazines' worth of nine millimetre rounds all those years ago. I don't know how you got to Northwood. But I do know (cocking the pistol) that I am very much looking forward to finishing what I started. Any last words? Silence. SCP-6912: Martin, you're talking bollocks. Burroughs: Not exactly 'Kiss me, Hardy,' but it'll do. SCP-6912: No, I really mean it. You're talking bollocks. I wasn't at Lee's house on Tuesday night. I went straight back home from here. Burroughs puts the safety catch on the gun and places it back on his desk. Burroughs: Sorry, Cass. I just had to be sure. Got some news last night, you see. Falconer: Phew. Nice work, Skip. SCP-6912: Was it, by any chance, anything to do with Canute Maclaurin? Whoever he may be. Burroughs: One of the Hand's most dangerous bounty hunters. Died in a drive-by just before I went underground. SCP-6912: But you just thought I was— Burroughs: Exactly. Trevor McCoy came by last night. Wanted two grand for some information but settled for five hundred and me not breaking his kneecaps. According to him, Maclaurin is alive and knows about Lee. Fuck knows why he waited 'til last night to tell us, but the fact remains: Maclaurin's out there and out for blood. SCP-6912: Shit. Burroughs: Shit is the word. SCP-6912: I'll get right on this. Don't worry, boss. I'll find this Maclaurin for you. Burroughs: See that you do. I've underestimated him before. Last time I'm making that mistake. SCP-6912 exits the warehouse. It makes its way back to Agent Falconer and her team in the van, pausing and doubling back occasionally to make sure it is not being followed. SCP-6912 knocks on the van's back door. Falconer: (letting SCP-6912 in) Nice acting there, mister 'do we really need to watch her entire day's CCTV footage.' SCP-6912: Very funny. Falconer: Or it would be if Burroughs didn't know we were onto him. That bastard McCoy. SCP-6912: You've got to admire his grind at least. There really is nothing he won't do for the right price. Falconer: Hm. Though Burroughs made a good point. Why didn't he have someone watching the house? SCP-6912: I was wondering the same thing. My guess is he thought Lee was important enough to have iced, but not important enough to merit anything beyond a basic cover-up. Falconer: Burroughs is nothing if not cost-effective. SCP-6912: Hm. I'd like my body back now, if you don't mind. Falconer: Figure you've earned it. All right, take a seat and I'll strap you in. Agent Falconer cuffs both SCP-6912's hands and releases one of SCP-6912-1's cuffs. Falconer: Ride's over, Cass. Give your old body here a tap on the ankle. SCP-6912-1 does as instructed, ending the Morrigan Event. Falconer unlocks SCP-6912's remaining cuff. SCP-6912: (standing up) Agh. My legs have fallen asleep. Did you have me sitting down in here all this time? Falconer: What do you want? A full body workout? SCP-6912: No, just… (laughs) never thought I'd find myself negotiating for the right to feel my own limbs. Falconer: Put it on Twitter. But before I get cancelled, I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine. [END LOG] Post-Containment Debrief Transcript Interviewed: Agent Alice Falconer Interviewer: Dr. ████ Thorne Subject: SCP-6912 Date: 30/10/2021 Time: 08:55 GMT (UTC +00:00) [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous Dialogue Removed] Thorne: This was the second time in as many days that you let SCP-6912 off the lead, so to speak. Did it occur to you at any point that you may have been becoming overly reliant on the entity? Falconer: Not really. I'm enormously secure in my masculinity. Thorne: Please, Falconer, you're not the only one with paperwork. Falconer: Of course it did! I also happened to be racing the clock to nail Burroughs before either he went back underground or the Foundation shut down the investigation. If that meant using SCP-6912, so be it. Maybe I acted outside my authority— Thorne: (under his breath) Maybe the Pope is catholic. Falconer: — but we had some pretty powerful leverage over the skip in the form of his regular body. My only moment of doubt was when Burroughs mentioned that 6912 was with the Serpent’s Hand. Thorne: Ah yes. What was that all about? Falconer: I grilled the skip about it in the van. Luckily, Burroughs had made a slight over-simplification. Yes, 6912 is a bounty hunter, and yes, he and his partner did a lot of business with the Hand, but only because they put up the most bounties. Rogue skips and the like. The kind that give the rest of the community a bad name. Thorne: Did this change your view of the entity? Falconer: Not massively. He'd always struck me as a bit of a hard arse. Plus I now understood why he was after Burroughs. Thorne: Big reward? Falconer: No. Well, yes. But mainly because Burroughs killed his partner. Thorne: Oh. [Extraneous dialogue removed.] [END LOG] Following SCP-6912's mission into Burroughs' warehouse, Agent Falconer and the entity rendezvoused with a detachment from Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers"). Using information as to the warehouse's layout gathered by SCP-6912, a raid was planned. SCP-6912's request to take part in the raid was granted, on the condition that its firearm could be remotely disarmed. SCP-6912 agreed, and the raid was conducted that night. Department of Analytics/MTF Pi-1 Raid Video Log Transcript Date: 29/10/2021 Time: 22:05 GMT (UTC +00:00) Team leads: Agent Alice Falconer (Department of Analytics) MTF Pi-1 Captain Quoted personnel: SCP-6192 MTF Pi-1 Lance Corporal Foreword: MTF personnel are anonymised, as per operational protocol. [BEGIN LOG] 22:05 - MTF Pi-1 operatives fire tranquilliser darts at the outside guards, who are handcuffed and dragged into a waiting van. 22:08 - Designated Pi-1 operatives surround the warehouse while the raid party enters. Captain: (through a megaphone) Attention! This building is surrounded. We are armed. You have ninety seconds to surrender. Anyone remaining on this level after ninety seconds will be considered expendable, I repeat, expendable. 22:10 - The workers exit without resistance. They are handcuffed and contained. Captain: OK, people, that was the easy bit. Expect the ones in the lab to be made of sterner stuff. Respirators on, weapons ready. 22:12 - The raid team finds the hatch to the laboratory, and opens it with the key confiscated from the Suspect. Pi-1 Captain repeats his warning to the lab workers. 22:15 - After ninety seconds, no workers have emerged from the hatch. Captain: Didn't expect much else. (to Falconer) You and your team should leave this to us, ma'am. We'll signal you when it's clear to make the arrest. Falconer: Roger. We'll check for stragglers up here. Good luck. Captain: Copy that. Fire in the hole! 22:16 - Pi-1 Captain throws a 'flash-bang' grenade down the hatch. Captain: Hit 'em while they're reeling! 22:16 - Pi-1 operatives descend the hatch and open fire. A gunfight ensues. 22:21 - Gunfire sounds cease. Captain: (to Falconer, via helmet mic) Lab's clear, ma'am. Watch your step down here. We tried not to break too much glassware in the fight, but there's some nasty-looking chemicals mixing on the floor. 22:21 - Falconer, followed by SCP-6912 and the rest of her team, enters the laboratory and approaches the door to Burroughs' office. She sounds the buzzer. Falconer: Martin Burroughs, you're under arrest. Make this easy for yourself. Come out unarmed, with your hands in the air. Silence. SCP-6912: You don’t suppose he’s— Falconer: Shit. Captain, get that door open. Captain: ██████, get over here. Pi-1 Lance Corporal approaches with a battering ram, with which she breaks down the door. She does the same to the door on the other side of the airlock, leading into Burroughs' office. It is empty. SCP-6912: No. No. Fuck, no. Falconer: Stay calm. If he’s sneaked out, the perimeter guards will have caught him. Captain: Not if he had another way out. Falconer: Then wouldn’t we have seen it on the skip’s video? Captain: Not necessarily. Falconer: A secret passage? Possible. Lance Corporal: Speaking of which, sir, ma'am… Pi-1 Lance Corporal is seen to have moved a bookcase to one side, revealing a hidden ascending staircase. Silence. SCP-6912: Fuck. Captain: Don't just stand there! After him! Falconer, SCP-6912 and Pi-1 Captain and Lance Corporal run up the stairs, which lead to a ladder descending from a hatch in the ceiling. The hatch itself leads to an empty shed. Falconer opens the shed's door, revealing it to lie on the waterfront, several hundred metres from the warehouse. There is no sign of Burroughs. SCP-6912: So… fucking… close. Falconer: Hey, chin up, Skip. Burroughs can't run forever. We'll find him. Revenge a dish best served cold. SCP-6912: No. We've spooked him. He comes out of hiding after two years, only for the Foundation to bring an entire MTF down on him a couple of days later? (laughs bitterly) No, he'll be gone for good this time. Any chance we had of catching him died the second that bookcase slipped our notice. SCP-6912 walks to the waterfront, sits down and bows its head. The entity makes no sound, but a faint, regular sound of drops striking a large body of water can be heard. SCP-6912: Wait. Can you hear that? Falconer and Pi-1 operatives move over to the waterfront. The sound of an outboard motor can faintly be heard in the distance. SCP-6912: Captain, I need your binoculars. Noir hands his binoculars to SCP-6912, which raises them to its eyes. SCP-6912: There! Two o'clock! It's Burroughs. He's got a speedboat. SCP-6912 thrusts the binoculars back to Noir and jumps down into a moored rigid inflatable boat (RIB), which it begins to untie. Falconer: The things I do to earn a living. Falconer follows SCP-6912 into the RIB. Falconer: (to Pi-1 operatives) You two get the others and find your own boats. This thing's barely got room for two, and I have a feeling we'll need the backup. Pi-1 Captain starts issuing orders through his helmet mic. Falconer: (to SCP-6912, hot-wiring the RIB's outboard motor) Ever driven one of these things? SCP-6912: No. Falconer: Hope you're a fast learner, then. Go on, get in front of that tiller. I need a clear shot at his outboard motor. SCP-6912: I can do the shooting. Falconer: (engaging the safety catch on SCP-6912's weapon) Don't even try it, Skip. SCP-6912: Fine. Hold on to something. SCP-6912 engages the outboard motor and sets off at high speed. Falconer: I take it back; I love my job! Falconer kneels down in the bow, weapon aimed and resting on the boat's hull. Outside the harbour, the water is rough. The camera is frequently obscured by sea spray. Martin Burroughs' vessel is just about visible with the aid of the RIB's headlight. SCP-6912: (shouting over the combined noise of the vessel and the water) We're gaining on him. Falconer: Keep it that way. And prepare to kill the headlight. SCP-6912: What? Falconer: I said— A pistol shot is heard, followed by a bullet whistling past Falconer. SCP-6912 and Falconer: Shit! SCP-6912 switches off the RIB's headlight. More shots are heard. SCP-6912: He's seen us. Falconer: Astute observation, Mr. Holmes! SCP-6912's response is cut short by the RIB's hull tipping to one side. SCP-6912 steers over just in time to dodge a vast tentacle shooting out of the water, following in the boat's wake. SCP-6912: Forgot Burroughs was a Lovecraft nerd. Falconer: Takes more than a racist hentai monster to get between me and a homicidal drug lord. Falconer discharges a spray of bullets into the tentacle. It shivers and falls back into the water. SCP-6912: Got any more where that came from? Falconer: One more clip. SCP-6912: Well, it's been nice knowing you. Look. More tentacles are seen rising out of the water, surrounding the RIB for several metres in all directions and forcing it to slow down. Falconer: Oh. Got any tricks up your sleeve? SCP-6912: I was kind of hoping you would. Falconer: Ah well, we had a good… wait. That's it. Steer between the tentacles for about… fifty metres should do it. SCP-6912: Easier said than— (dodging an attack from a tentacle) OK, OK. Hang on tight. Falconer: Punch it, Chewie! SCP-6912 grips the tiller and accelerates. Falconer fires short bursts at any tentacles that approach too near, clearing a temporary path for the RIB. SCP-6912: Falconer! Behind you! Falconer turns to see a tentacle bearing down on her from behind. SCP-6912 tries to accelerate, but another tentacle has wrapped itself around the entity’s arm. The first tentacle wraps itself around Falconer's ankle. Just before it can pull her overboard, however, the boat is rocked by a massive shockwave. All tentacles spasm, go limp and fall back into the water. SCP-6912: What in the hell was that? Falconer: High explosive. Gocks9 hide them on the seabed near coastal settlements to keep wandering underwater anomalies away from civilisation. SCP-6912: How did you know we'd find one here? Falconer: Pattern extrapolation, educated guesswork and a healthy dash of luck. SCP-6912: I… can't come up with anything sarcastic for that. That was downright impressive. Falconer: Thank you. Now full steam ahead! Preferably without crashing into any elder gods. SCP-6912: (accelerating) I wouldn't worry about them. They won't have appreciated Burroughs getting one of their lot blown up. Shouldn't be doing him any more favours any time soon. Falconer: Fantastic! So all we need to worry about is good old-fashioned bullets. God, this is almost like being a normal detective again. Falconer and SCP-6912 continue to pursue Burroughs. Their RIB has the advantage of speed over his vessel, and Burroughs' head start is quickly closed. As the RIB approaches, Burroughs slows down and opens fire with a pistol. Falconer responds with a shot to Burroughs' outboard motor. His speed is reduced, but the shot fails to stop his vessel. Falconer attempts another shot, but her magazine is empty. Falconer: Skip! Throw me your gun! A shot from Burroughs punctures the RIB's hull. The vessel starts to deflate rapidly. SCP-6912: No time. Brace yourself, Falconer. SCP-6912, struggling to control the RIB, brings it up beside Burroughs' vessel. Before Burroughs can adjust his aim, Falconer jumps into the speedboat, tackling Burroughs to the ground and knocking the weapon out of his hand. SCP-6912 follows, just as the RIB starts to stall and begins sinking. It brings the speedboat to a stop while Falconer handcuffs Burroughs. Falconer: Martin Burroughs. You have no rights, but I'd still prefer you to remain silent. SCP-6912: You're a hard man to find, Burroughs. Burroughs: Canute Maclaurin. Of course you're mixed up in this. SCP-6912: Surprise, motherfucker. Burroughs: Surprised to see you in bed with the Foundation. Where's your anomalous pride? SCP-6912: Pride? Did you feel a proud little glow every time another junkie overdosed on your Gespenstamine, Burroughs?10 Were you proud when you murdered my best friend? Burroughs: You want me to answer that? SCP-6912: No. I want to hear you beg. Falconer: Skip… SCP-6912: I could string your death out for years, and it wouldn't pay for half your crimes. But I don't plan on letting that stop me. Falconer: I can't let you do this. SCP-6912: I don't expect you to. SCP-6912 moves to knock Agent Falconer unconscious, but she catches the punch and pulls the entity into a hold. SCP-6912 attempts to initiate a Morrigan Event, but cannot move far enough to make direct contact with Falconer. Falconer: Big mistake. SCP-6912: Let me go. Burroughs deserves to die. You don't. Falconer: (tightening her hold on SCP-6912, which winces in pain) Maclaurin, consider it a privilege that we're having this conversation at all. One false move and I will see to it that you never see daylight again. SCP-6912 is silent. Falconer: Now listen to me. Burroughs is the Foundation's prisoner. As long as there's anything to be learned from him, our duty is to secure, contain and, yes, protect him. I'm sorry, but that’s the way it is. SCP-6912: That scum killed the greatest man I've ever known. Gunned him down like a dog, then drove off whistling. Have you ever had to play dead under your best friend's body? If I leave Burroughs alive, Vince Harrison and hundreds of others will have died for nothing. Falconer: Oh, get some perspective, will you? You think you're the only one here who's seen friends killed? God, I don't get paid enough for this. Look, like it or not, Burroughs is worth a hell of a lot more to us alive than dead. SCP-6912: Reward's the same either way. Falconer: For the love of fuck, Maclaurin, snap out of your Strontium Dog fantasy for just one moment. There are bigger things at stake here than your vendetta. Killing Burroughs takes everyone back to square one. Contain him and we've got a hold over whoever fills his shoes. Think of all the lives that'll save. (pauses, loosening her hold slightly) Don't make the same mistake I did, Skip. Ask yourself who you're really doing this for. Silence. SCP-6912: (barely audibly) Oh god. Falconer: It's OK. SCP-6912: It isn't. Falconer: No. But it will be. SCP-6912: Vince— Falconer: —is dead, Maclaurin. But he can be the last. SCP-6912: You're right. Falconer: It's been known to happen. Silence. SCP-6912: Falconer, I'm in quite a lot of pain. Falconer: I know. SCP-6912: No, I mean your knee is really digging into my shoulder blade. Falconer: Sorry. Falconer releases SCP-6912, which sits up. SCP-6912: Thanks. Falconer: No worries. It was getting pretty uncomfortable for me too. SCP-6912: For everything. Falconer: Oh. I see. (holding out her hand) My pleasure, Maclaurin. Falconer and SCP-6912 shake hands. [END LOG] By this point, MTF Pi-1 had caught up with Agent Falconer and SCP-6912 in a commandeered tugboat. Burroughs' damaged vessel was towed back to land, where Falconer, SCP-6912 and Burroughs were escorted to Site-93. + Record of Debate Regarding SCP-6912's Thaumiel Status - Close Audio Log Transcript Date: 09/11/2021 Time: 12:15 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: This meeting took place between Site Director Lauren Haftling, Agent Alice Falconer and SCP-6912 in Dir. Haftling's office, at the request of Agent Falconer. Prior to this meeting, SCP-6912 had spent 11 days in Euclid-class containment. Haftling: Agent Falconer. Good to see you. Please, sit down. And you, SCP-6912. Chairs are heard scraping against the floor. Haftling: Now, Agent, I'm curious. Last I checked, my office wasn't in the Euclid wing. So what's our friend doing here? Falconer: You've read the file on him? Haftling: Yes. Falconer: Then you know what he does. Haftling: Body-switcher. Not the first we've had. Falconer: And, as you'll have seen in my debrief, SCP-6912 played an invaluable role in catching Burroughs. Several times during the investigation, he was able to obtain information that would have been impossible for a non-anomalous agent to find. Haftling: Very impressive. Still doesn't answer my question. Falconer: What I'm saying is that SCP-6912 would be wasted in a cell. In my professional opinion, we'd be doing ourselves a favour if we employed him instead of containing him. Haftling: Falconer, you surprise me. Of all my agents, I really didn't think I'd be having this year's 'we-don't-use-anomalies-for-our-own-ends' conversation with you. Falconer: I— Haftling: I know you're making this argument in good faith, but this isn't the Chaos Insurgency. We don't utilise anomalies. Falconer: Then maybe it's time we started. Most of the people I question in my job can smell Foundation a mile off, and slam down their defences when they do. SCP-6912 is part of their world. He doesn't have that issue. 6912 can find out about a Chaos Insurgency plot, foil it and be home in time for tea before the Foundation has got its boots on. SCP-6912 is heard whispering in Falconer's ear. Falconer: Ah yes, tell Director Haftling what we discussed. SCP-6912: Here's how I see it, Director. You'd be mad to set someone with my abilities free, and just as mad not to take me up on my offer. So here's what I suggest: let me work for you, but implant a miniature bomb into my skull. Don't pretend you don't have the technology or the budget to do that. If I screw up, all you'll need to clean up my mess is a mop. Haftling: You would be willing to spend the rest of your life wired to explode in exchange for a job at the Foundation? SCP-6912: Frankly, Director, it's better than the alternative. If it meant keeping my freedom, I would clean the Site toilets with a toothbrush and use it. Haftling: Exactly. If that's how you see the Foundation, giving you a job would be shooting ourselves in the foot with a howitzer. SCP-6912: I prefer to think of it more as a case of poacher turned gamekeeper. Not even that, in fact. I'll be doing the same job as before, just under new management. Haftling: And you're not even slightly worried about how this might affect your standing in the anomalous community? SCP-6912: Who says they have to know? And besides, I've had my own views of the Foundation rejigged pretty hard lately. Turns out you're neither a Gestapo nor an oubliette. If my friends can't accept that, then maybe it's time I got some better ones. Falconer: Director, I can vouch for SCP-6912. OK, he can be headstrong, vengeful, a complete pain in the arse— Haftling: You're really selling this, Falconer. Falconer: —but if you can earn his trust, you couldn't ask for a fiercer or more loyal friend. The Foundation could seriously do with a friend like SCP-6912. Haftling: That was a lovely speech, Agent. Falconer: Thank you. I practised it in the lift. Haftling: A speech in which you used the word 'friend' twice in as many sentences. I'm sorry, but you've clearly become too involved in this matter for your arguments to remain objective. You've known SCP-6912 for two weeks, and you're suggesting that we flip two centuries of Foundation protocol on its head for the sake of this… this runner-up in an Andrew Eldritch lookalike contest. Falconer: Director, do you really think I'd have survived long enough to make senior agent without learning to trust the right people? You get a pretty good sense of a person when you've speedboat-chased a gangster through kraken-infested waters with them. Haftling: There is that, I suppose. Falconer: I'm doing this for the Foundation, not the skip. Don't forget, Director, you still owe me a favour for that [DATA CORRUPTED]. Well I'm calling it in. Take 6912's case to the Ethics Committee, hell, take it to the O5 Council. If you get rejected, fine; SCP-6912 goes in a Euclid box, case closed. Silence. Haftling: You really think SCP-6912 could be an asset? Falconer: I'd stake my career on it. Haftling: And you've taken a memetic contamination test? Falconer: Soon as I got in this morning. I'm clean. Haftling: Did SCP-6912 bribe or intimidate you into making this argument? Falconer: Bribe? I wish. And intimidate me? Come on, I've met root vegetables scarier than 6912. Silence. Haftling: All right. SCP-6912, you'll be escorted back to your cell. Agent Falconer… just go somewhere that isn't here. I have a phone call to make. Chairs are heard scraping against the floor. Haftling: Oh, and Falconer. Falconer: Yes? Haftling: Good work closing the Burroughs case. I think you'll find the Foundation's gratitude reflected in your new rank and salary. Falconer: Thank you, Director. [END LOG] A complete record of the Ethics Committee's various discussions regarding SCP-6912 is stored separately at the Committee's headquarters. To: Site-93 Director Lauren Haftling, Agent Alice Falconer and 3 others From: Dr. ████ ████, Ethics Committee Date: 19/11/2021 Subject: SCP-6912 Attachments: 6912_updated_scps.docx Important: This communication is Level 5/6912 classified. Do not copy or share any part of this email or its attachment. Failure to comply will result in severe disciplinary action. Dear all, Following an Ethics Committee vote, SCP-6912 is offered Thaumiel status. The conditions of this offer are set out in the attachment. Should SCP-6912 accept the offer, these conditions will be included in the entity's special containment procedures. If SCP-6912 accepts, it is to report to Dir. Haftling, who will provide it with its employment contract and the pay it is owed for its assistance in containing SCP-████ (formerly Martin Burroughs). All recipients of this email will receive Level 5/6912 need-to-know clearance so they may continue to work with the entity. A copy of this email will be added to SCP-6912's file. Regards, Dr. ████ ████, Ethics Committee Addendum #1, 20/11/2021: + Access Audio Transcript - Close Audio Log Transcript Date: 20/11/2021 Time: 15:27 GMT (UTC +00:00) Subject: SCP-6912 Foreword: This exchange was recorded in the Eel's Head pub via SCP-6912's clothing microphone. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6912 is heard sitting down. Unknown Voice: Maclaurin! You… you're… SCP-6912: Alive? It's looking that way, isn't it? The unknown individual is heard attempting to get up, but is presumably restrained by SCP-6912. SCP-6912: Trevor! What's the hurry? Sit down, have a beer. McCoy: Maclaurin, you have to believe me. I didn't want to spill the beans to Burroughs. His thugs beat it out of me, I didn't— SCP-6912: Trevor McCoy, as any rat will tell you: when you're in a hole, stop digging. I heard everything from Burroughs himself. You sold me downriver. McCoy: Please, Maclaurin, I— SCP-6912: And not just that. You hedged your bets by waiting before ratting me out, so that in the unlikely event of my survival, you'd be able to claim you'd given me a head start and had been rooting for me all along. McCoy: Maclaurin, I had no idea— SCP-6912: That I'd team up with the Foundation? Gotta be honest with you, neither did I. Pretty crazy, isn't it? But then, it's been a pretty crazy few weeks. Maybe that's why I'm letting you live. McCoy: Please, I— what? SCP-6912: You heard me. You're a slimy, lowdown rat, who'd sell his family organ by organ if it covered his Rodents Weekly subscription. And that's what makes you my best informer. Now pull yourself together. It's been a dry month and my landlord's just bought a baseball bat. SCP-6912 is heard taking a drink. SCP-6912: So what you got for me? [Extraneous dialogue removed] SCP-6912 is heard leaving the pub. A few paces outside, its footsteps cease abruptly. A sound of slow applause can be heard. Falconer: Bravo, Skip. SCP-6912: Agent Falconer? Falconer: At your service. SCP-6912: What the hell are you doing here? Falconer: Well, if what just happened was your final exam, that would make me the invigilator. Don’t worry, you passed with flying colours. SCP-6912: Great. What did I pass? Falconer: (chuckles) Long story short, Haftling and I wanted to make sure you could be relied on to behave yourself, bomb or no bomb. We guessed you'd want to get even with McCoy and decided to roll with that. If you'd looked like you were going to do anything to him, I'd have come in, beaten you senseless and dragged you back to Site-93. SCP-6912: So Trevor was in on this too? Falconer: Come on, Maclaurin, even we've got some standards. No, we needed his reactions to be genuine. SCP-6912: What happens now, then? Falconer: Well, first of all, I'm giving you this nice shiny fake ID. It identifies you as a regular agent of the Foundation, so Site security shouldn't give you any trouble. Then you're taking a trip to the med bay. Your bomb idea is a pretty key factor in your revised containment procedures. SCP-6912: But you just said— Falconer: Just because you've passed this test doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're still getting that bomb fitted. Then, once you're good and recovered, you're going to do what you do best: catch bad skips. SCP-6912: Lovely. Do I get a certificate? Falconer: Sadly not, but you do get me as your designated liaison agent. Basically a normal partner who happens to be able to blow your head off if you screw up. Which includes playing bad music in the car, by the way. SCP-6912: That last bit could be tricky. You like Meat Loaf? Falconer: Love him. You know, my old boss had to investigate him back in '77. SCP-6912: Wait, seriously? Falconer: Yeah. Him and Jim Steinman. Some Site Director heard Bat Out Of Hell and didn't reckon you could make music that good without some degree of anomalous fuckery. SCP-6912: You're pulling my leg. Falconer: Nope. Honest to God. SCP-6912: Come on. Falconer: Cross my heart. Silence. Then Falconer bursts out laughing. Falconer: I got you there for a moment, didn't I? SCP-6912: You f… all right, maybe a moment. Falconer continues laughing. SCP-6912: So this is my life now. Falconer: Damn right it is. Come on, Maclaurin. I don’t know about you, but I could murder a pint of Tennent's. SCP-6912: I think, Falconer, you're speaking my language. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6912" by DefenestratedLager, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6912. Licensed under CC-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: cmaclaurin.jpg Name: The Real McCoy Author: Jerzy Kociatkiewicz License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Edited by me, ResearcherThorne Filename: leith.jpg Name: Leith Docks Author: John Lord License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Footnotes 1. After the all-seeing sentinel god of Norse mythology. 2. From the old Welsh word for 'Devil' or 'opposer'. 3. If Agent Falconer is unavailable, another agent is to be granted temporary Level 5/6912 clearance, assigned to SCP-6912 and amnesticised as soon as their assignment is complete. 4. This is a failsafe to allow for false alarms, and to ensure successful completion of the Cythraul Protocol in the event of its initiator becoming incapacitated. 5. After the Mórrígan, the shapeshifting warrior goddess of Irish mythology. 6. Terminated in 1937 after being discovered to have leaked over 60 incident reports disguised as short fiction. 7. Presumably the June 2018 'Sheep for the Sheep God' Incident. 8. Presumably after the eponymous drug in Anthony Burgess' 1962 novel A Clockwork Orange, synonymous with adrenochrome. 9. Foundation slang for Global Occult Coalition (GOC) operatives. 10. An anomalous narcotic which temporarily transports its users into an alternate reality, accompanied by a sensation of intense euphoria.
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6913 must be held in human hands at all times. Medical treatment is to be made immediately available to all subjects currently holding SCP-6913. Security is advised to keep subjects holding SCP-6913 semi-isolated, within the confines of their duties. All able-bodied personnel at Site-19 must be on a daily rotating roster for holding SCP-6913. If the subject holding SCP-6913 is incapacitated such that they cannot hold onto the object, the nearest member of staff must seize the object as soon as possible. This takes precedence over emergencies, even including securing medical aid for the subject previously holding SCP-6913. Testing with SCP-6913 is encouraged, as long as the object is being held in human hands. Utilization of SCP-6913 as a drinking vessel is approved. Description: SCP-6913 is a hyper-probability class anomaly in the form of a coffee mug. On the surface of the mug the words “MISTACHES! MESSTAKES! MISTEAKS!!” are printed. Any individual who holds the anomaly will experience such a high probability of accidental death, grievous bodily harm, or social ostracization due to embarrassment that such events are 99.99% likely to occur once within a twenty-four-hour period. If the object is not held by human hands for longer than three hundred and sixty seconds, a CK-Class “end of the world” scenario will be triggered that will lead to the extinction of the human race. Addendum 6913-1: The following are a series of tests performed with SCP-6913. Test-6913-01: D-1758 is to hold SCP-6913 for a period of no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Subject holds the object for three hours, forty-five minutes while in their cell before event occurs. At exactly 12:00, during the scheduled lunch period for D-class, D-1758 drops their tray of food then steps in the mashed potatoes resulting in a fall. In the process of the fall, the plastic tray upends, and the edge collides with subject’s throat. A sixteen-centimeter wound opens, severing the aortic artery. Results of test: Death by exsanguination. Test-6913-07: Researcher Baker of the Memetics Department is to hold SCP-6913 for a period of no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Seven hours into the test, subject is sitting at her desk in Memetics Lab A, Site-19. The subject noticeably shivers and wraps her arms around herself.1 In the process of wrapping her arms around herself, subject drops SCP-6913. Subject bends down to pick up the object, bracing one hand on the desk as she reaches to retrieve the anomaly. Her fingers on the bracing hand brush the keyboard, initiating a Site-wide email alert, sending the contents of subject’s browsing history and several files. Results of test: Researcher Baker was mandated no less than six visits with a security-cleared on-Site psychologist, with an assessment of fitness for duty at the close of the sixth session. The recipients of Researcher Baker’s email were offered optional amnestics. Test-6913-11: D-2563 is to hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. In hopes of avoiding further injury, subject is dressed in bomb disposal padded armor and housed within a padded cell lacking any sharp corners or edges. Observations: At fourteen hours, subject requests adhesive tape so that she can affix the cup to her hand while she rests. The tape is transferred to subject through a padded drop box. Subject begins wrapping tape around her hand holding SCP-6913. Lacking cutting instruments, subject bends to tear the tape with her teeth and in so doing, slips. SCP-6913, still held in her hand, impacts subject on the bridge of her nose. Subject falls to the floor of the cell from impact, and in flailing, strikes herself in the mouth with SCP-6913. Results of test: D-2563 broke three teeth, her nose and right occipital orbit requiring three hours of surgery. Research Strategy Meeting Personnel Present: Researcher Janice Werther, Dr. Gwendoline Xiao2 Foreword: Werther and Xiao are observing during Test-6913-17, which involved a D-class performing cleaning activities while holding SCP-6913 to gauge its effect on coordination while using tools. Werther: See, I think this might be the secret, if the subject is limited to simple menial work the risk is a lot less active. Xiao: Correct me if I’m wrong, but has a single day gone by since this anomaly was contained where someone wasn’t maimed, killed, or horribly embarrassed? Werther: Well… no. Xiao: Then what is the purpose of these tests? Shouldn’t we be trying to limit the potential for heinous injury and leave it at that? Werther: If someone needs to be holding it all the time anyway, we may as well study the way the anomaly works, right? Xiao: Actually, I was reviewing the file and… why does someone need to hold it all the time? Werther: Are you joking? Xiao: No, seriously, why not just put it in a box somewhere? Werther: Because the world would end and all of humanity would die horrible deaths. Xiao: Would it? Where are you getting that? Werther: Just look at it, Gwen! [Xiao bends and looks closely at the display monitor, using the controls to zoom in on the D-class personnel’s hand holding SCP-6913.] [The D-Class starts whistling and swaying with the mop he is holding, pretending like it is a microphone stand as he begins to sing “All Along The Watchtower” by Bob Dylan. The D-Class drops SCP-6913, it bounces off the floor, and he scrambles after it in a frantic fashion. Finally, the D-Class is able to secure the anomaly and he collapses, breathing hard.] [Xiao watches the entire scene on the monitor and then backs away, shaking visibly.] Xiao: I had no idea. Werther: You see now why we have to take this threat so seriously? Xiao: I do. You’ll have the full support of my recommendation to the Committee. Addendum 6913-2: Continued testing records. Test-6913-21: Dr. Senguko, head of the Biological Containment lab is to hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Despite intending to spend the testing period away from his duties, subject is called to the lab for a mandatory containment confirmation upon transfer of a sample of SCP-610 biological material.3 At approximately fourteen hundred hours, subject confirms the delivery is in order and unlocks the containment module for the sample. Unbeknownst to subject, preliminary input keystrokes to engage retinal scan unlocks the emergency evacuation shunt within the module. When the sample is stored and the module locked, the material is evacuated from the module but instead of being redirected to the biological incinerator as programmed, the sample is rerouted to the fire-retardant systems in the lab which subsequently triggered, coating the occupants and infecting them with SCP-610. Results of test: Biological Containment Lab Beta was put under immediate quarantine. Mobile Task Force Psi-9 ("Abyss Gazers") was called in to neutralize the six individuals infected by SCP-610. Our thoughts and prayers go out to their loved ones. Test-6913-23: Carlos Delcroix, security personnel at Site-19, is to hold SCP-6913 for at least twenty-four hours. Observations: Subject successfully retains SCP-6913 for twenty-three hours and forty-eight minutes before event occurs. Subject walks towards the containment area to hand off the object to the next subject when containment breach alarms begin to sound. Subject turns a corner at full sprint and almost runs into SCP-173 free of its containment area. In his surprise, subject drops the mug but maintains eye contact with the statue. Subject carefully crouches to pick up SCP-6913, never breaking eye contact with SCP-173 then begins to walk backwards until his back is against a breach shelter door. Subject frantically bangs on the door. The following audio was recorded by security cameras in the hall: Delcroix: Holy shit, lemme in! [Intercom buzzes.] Agent Wilkins: Delcroix is that you? The hell are you doing out during a breach. Delcroix: Fucking cursed mug! Wilkins: Oh shit, you have SCP-6913 today? I don’t know man. That thing is dangerous. Delcroix: The fucking statue is out here now let me the fuck in! [Indecipherable dialogue is heard through the intercom.] Delcroix: Jesus Christ man, hurry up! Wilkins: Alright, alright. Just don’t take your eyes off it. Delcroix: What do you think I’m doing?! [The door to the shelter is opened and subject backs into the room before the door shuts again. Faint dialogue can still be heard through the intercom which was left in transmission mode.] Wilkins: [Laughter] Did you shit your pants? Results of test: Inconclusive Test-6913-26: Dr. Alto Clef will hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Subject took possession of SCP-6913 before immediately exclaiming the following: Clef: Like fuck I’m going to hold onto your cursed mug! The O5s can eat my entire ass if they think this is my job. My. Entire. Ass. Unbeknownst to subject, Director Moose was observing the test and had an open line of communication with O5-2 for a status update. Results of test: Dr. Clef was mandated a sixth annual consecutive sensitivity and professionalism training session. An official reprimand was entered into his personnel file and his name added to the Keter Duty official roster. Addendum 6913-3: Within six months of initial containment, forty-five personnel were dead, disfigured, or medically disabled due to incidents occurring while holding SCP-6913. Concerned about the financial and personnel costs, Dr. Werther held a symposium and invited experts on alternative containment from throughout the Foundation. It was at this symposium that Werther met Dr. Harold Blank from Site-43. Dr. Blank made a series of suggestions that led to the following updates to the Containment Procedures: UPDATE 21-11-21: SCP-6913 is to be contained at Site-43, in the sole custody of Dr. William W. Wettle, who will maintain containment on his person at all times.4 Footnotes 1. Internal records reflect that the environmental controls began malfunctioning and lowered the temperature of the lab to 10 degrees Celsius. 2. Ethics Committee Representative for Site-19. 3. Subject’s retinal scan was required for the alpha priority containment procedures. 4. He’s barely noticed a difference – Dr. Blank ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6913" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6913. Licensed under CC-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: MUG Author: Mishal Dragon License: CC BY 3.0 Source: LINK Additional Notes: used with their express permission and edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Avalon explosion at air show Author: John License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: LINK Additional Notes: edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: 6913 Logo Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link
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SCP-6914
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SCP-6914 - Touch Grass ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6914 Level4 Containment Class: radix Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo A common housecat (Felis catus) displaying its immunity to SCP-6914. Special Containment Procedures: All staff within Overwatch Command have been informed of SCP-6914's anomalous properties to ensure their compliance with its directive. Foundation landscapers employed for the structure are to only use lawn equipment which prevents them from touching the grass planted nearby. Description: SCP-6914 is a small sign reading "KEEP OFF GRASS". Upon a human individual within an 80 km radius of SCP-6914 making physical contact with grass, a lightning bolt will spontaneously manifest from the sky and strike them where they are currently standing. The lightning will be specifically tailored to reach its intended target, capable of altering its intensity upon each manifestation to the required amount to break any possible barriers protecting the subject, including ones constructed of non-conductive material. Following the discovery of SCP-6914, unanimous approval of the Overseer Council led to it being installed outside of Overwatch Command Site-01. While Site-01 has yet to experience a security breach of a magnitude considered worthy of such a security increase, the importance of the facility and the personnel within was the primary contributing factor of the decision. Addendum 6914.1: Incident 6914-Alpha On 4/18/2012, a lightning strike suddenly occured within an unused room in Site-01's second sublevel. Mobilized members of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") were quickly dispatched to the area for investigation. Upon reaching the room, they discovered the charred corpse of Agent William Peterson, who had been struck by the lightning. Review of security footage revealed that Agent Peterson had grabbed what was discovered to be a marijuana cigarette from his bag prior to the strike. The implications of this incident remain under review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6914" by MisterFrown, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6914. Licensed under CC-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:Keep off grass sign.jpg Author: GK tramrunner RU License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Keep_off_grass_sign.jpg Notes: Image cropped.
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SCP-6915
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close Info X Content note: This article contains gore, body horror, insects and death. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. Item #: SCP-6915 Special Containment Procedures: Well, they won't tell me where we are, security and all, but I figure if you need to read this, you probably know where you are. Anyway, the main thing you're not supposed to do is talk about me. The fellas have come up with some special sign language he doesn't know, but words themselves are right out. Make my ears burn! Writing ain't a good idea, either, so y'all should've had some training before coming. You say something, well… I'm sorry, friend. You gotta seal the room, full quarantine, anyone else there better suck it up. Call for help, sit it out. Probably won't do no good, but hey! Rather try and relax, meditate on my life and get ready to see the stars than shit my brain out panicking. I live in the Keter wing, whatever that means. Don't ask for much, but they treat me right enough. Dr. Valerie Whitaker's boss of containing and studying (I don't mind!), you know her. Tall, dark, gorgeous low husk of a British accent? Or is that not appropriate? I do hope not. She's supervising me here, making sure I don't forget anything, but… well, I'm allowed to have some fun, right? Description: Jeremiah O'Shea, delighted to make your acquaintance. They call me SCP-6915. Well, as you've probably guessed, they don't usually call me anything, aha, but there you go. I'm just a regular guy. Born and bred in the blessed ol' state of Missouri, a small town there. Did up cars, got turned down by every lady took my fancy, never missed a sermon. Average fella, really. There's a thing in my head. Didn't ask for it, you see, but there you go. He eats my brain. My, that was dramatic, wasn't it? Val's glaring real hard at me right now, but she ain't gonna take my bed off me for this, right? I'm allowed to have some fun. Anyway, he's some sort of maggot. The geniuses don't really know why I ain't "non-responsive," there's that much gone. I reckon he's keeping me going. I don't think he's that bad a fella. He's why you can't talk about me, though. You see, he gets into your head. That ain't metaphor. Starts off as just a single, tiny little maggot. Harmless. But that's the thing about ideas, now, isn't it? They don't stay little and harmless. They grow, fester, breed. And he's the same. Ain't long before those fellas get restless. They wriggle about in there, eat, eat, eat, multiply until they're spilling out of your nostrils. And every time they do, there's a little bit more of him in my head, and a little bit less of me. Best I can tell, you're just fucked after that. Val tells me they can get him out if they catch him early enough, they can scoop all them little guys out, but sounds to me like they're just trying to avoid panic and hysteria. Keep you quiet. Val's giving me the look again. Sorry, I'll go back and delete it later. Don't want to lose my flow, you see. Why me? Well, it started at the church, you see. The thing people don't realise is that they're so… full. Loves and fears and hopes and dreams, spreading and fattening until they burst through your skull, red melodies trickling from your eye sockets. All that soul. And sometimes you gotta make room for more. Val's got the funniest look on her face! I wonder if she's still got her soul. Sometimes, I think that's all she has left. My church was… small. Homemade. The thing the pastor never told me, you see, is that after you've created that empty space, you gotta fill it back up. Otherwise you're just left hollow. And that lets something else crawl inside. I honestly don't know what happens when I'm gone and he remains. I don't think he's that bad a guy. He's been alone and cold for so long, he just wants his privacy respected. Heck, maybe he'd make better use of this worn ol' body than I did. I think we'll find out eventually. And that's it! We're done! Well, I'm mighty grateful to Val for the opportunity to talk to y'all. Hope this helps, see you around, stay safe! One more thing. You know, I knew a guy. Tommy. Y'all probably did too, he worked in Euclid. Small, blond fella. Always smiling, full of jokes. Lovely fella. Lovely. Said something to someone as I was having a scan. Don't even know what it was, poor guy just wasn't thinking. Next thing I know, it's just us. Alarms blaring, red light, him keeled over. Tommy was crying, rocking on the floor. Mumbling something, maybe a prayer. Fella definitely needed it. Now, I ain't of that persuasion, you see, but I see a poor lost soul, I can't turn my back. So, I sat beside him, took his hands in mine and listened. I strained, strained so hard, gave it everything I had, but I couldn't hear it. I wonder if he could hear it. He must have. In his head, that sludgy sound. Wet on wet, hungry chewing, incessant, unstoppable. I wonder if there was enough of him left by the time it was loud enough for him to realise. To hear it. Saddens my heart. Oh, sorry, that was probably a bit much, eh? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6915" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6915. Licensed under CC-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-6916
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euclid
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ArthCymro More by this Author Item #: SCP-6916 Site Responsible: Site-12 Director: Dr. Vidya Durrani Research Head: Dr. Zachary Dafydd Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 3/6916 Secret Special Containment Procedures: Due to the resurgence of SCP-6916 as a result of cultural and political shifts and SCP-6916’s unpredictable selection process, proper containment would require the use of mass amnestic and oneirological treatment and international sociological engineering. So, procedures focus instead on preventing SCP-6916 subjects from accessing SCP-6916-A. To achieve this, Zohar counters1 have been set up at various points around the Irish, British and Northern French coast, to detect attempted access into SCP-6916-A. Should SCP-6916 subjects attempt to access SCP-6916-A, Foundation agents are to recover them as soon as possible and subject them to oneirological and, if necessary, amnestic treatment. Should subjects successfully gain access to SCP-6916-A, they are considered unrecoverable and all witnesses and relations will receive amnestic treatment. Due to further discoveries regarding SCP-6916 and related anomalies, these containment procedures are awaiting updates and transfer to the management of Project Caliburn. Description: SCP-6916 is a reoccurring, anomalous dream experience by individuals with Celtic ancestry or who have been raised within the Celtic culture. It is unknown how long subjects have to be exposed to Celtic culture for them to experience SCP-6916. A common psychological trait shared between subjects is the strong sense of hiraeth,2 admiration and pride they feel towards the Celtic nations, culture or history. The subject doesn't have to have lived or visited a Celtic nation to experience SCP-6916. SCP-6916 has no recognisable pattern, as the number of SCP-6916 instances a subject can experience can range between once per lifetime or three per month. Despite this, SCP-6916 exhibits mild mnestic properties, with some of the images and events subjects experienced during SCP-6916 remaining with them throughout their lives. These memories have been resistant to all known forms of amnestic treatments. The following are the most common images and events experienced by subjects during SCP-6916: Subject finds themselves walking along a beach during a thunderstorm. The beach's composition and size vary but the presents of the storm is consistent. In the background, the faint sound of bells can be heard. Subject chase an unseen entity through a forest, with some of the trees appearing to be silver in colouration. After some time, the subject pauses to catch their breath. Whilst resting, the trees and plant life begin moving, surrounding the subject. In the tree tops, shadows of winged, humanoid figures can be seen circling the subject, laughing. Subject attends a feast alongside several individuals, some of which appear to be spectral and "ghost-like." All attendees, including the subject, are wearing an item of silver. At some point, the subject and the attendees become aware of an open door in the hall and begin to experience a growing sense of sorrow and bitterness. Through the door, an island can be seen. Subject begins weeping in the middle of a battlefield during a thunderstorm. Surrounding them are several dead individuals, human and humanoid. As the subject compose themselves, they are approached by a bearded man wearing black fabric, furs and a crown composed of antlers and silver. The man embraces the subject before facing them, with water rising around the two of them. The man then whispers "Come home" as the sound of bells and wolves howling is heard. (Note: this event is experienced only by those who have been subjected to multiple instances of SCP-6916.) Subjects who've repeatedly experienced SCP-6916 develop knowledge of random Insular Celtic3 words and phrases and most develop a strong desire to travel to Northwestern Europe, specifically the Celtic nations. Statistics suggest this desire only occurs within ~3% of subjects. This desire isn't hazardous and if not acted upon, these desires will subside with time as will the subject's subjection to SCP-6916. Addendum 6916.1: History SCP-6916 was first recorded and classified in early 1998 when a sudden increase in SCP-6916 claims was recorded from various therapy sessions and social interactions, including within the Foundation itself. Following this increase in claims, the Foundation also recorded a sudden increase in immigration and tourism in Ireland, Great Britain and France. These activities also increased again in mid-1999. When investigated further, analysis was able to discover the increase in SCP-6916 activity correlated to political and cultural shifts that had occurred in Celtic nations4. To gain further information, the Foundation conducted several interviews with those subjected to SCP-6916 and continued to monitor them long after. One subject, D-2302, was incredibly detailed regarding SCP-6916's imagery. When asked how he knew so much about SCP-6916, D-2302 revealed that they had experienced SCP-6916 throughout their life. Dr. Zachary Dafydd managed to confirm this by utilising oneiric hypnotherapy techniques. When questioned about their long-term history with SCP-6916, D-2302 grew increasingly hysterical and made several demands to return to Ireland, in order to "find it". When several other subjects admitted to experiencing SCP-6916 before its surge, an investigation began to try and discover older accounts of SCP-6916. Focusing on areas where Celtic culture and ancestry were prevalent, the Foundation found just under 200 documented recordings of SCP-6916 in the past 130 years. One of the oldest recordings of SCP-6916 was found in the diaries of Brigadier Emyr Ab Ifan5, written in 1865. Below are extracts of his writings: ▷ Diary entries of Brigadier Ab Ifan ▽ Diary entries of Brigadier Ab Ifan 12/11/1865 Dear S, I wish I could focus. Never have I ever been needed so badly in the present. The world is in conflict unlike any faced before and tensions are growing with every power shift. Yet all I can think of is the dream. I had another last night. As did Berach and Logan. Always the same. The bells. The howling. And him. This man is so familiar. But I know I have never met him as both Berach and Logan know him too. Why does he torment me like this? 19/11/1865 Dear S, We were attacked today. Late last night, a group of men broke into our chambers and released many of our beasts. Years of research and progress, gone. They claim a new order is coming and their actions are one of glory and progress. I claim their actions as idiocy. I found Berach crying again today. Usually, he'd feel the back of my hand on his face for such a display, yet I could not bring myself to do it. When I spoke with him, he claimed he was missing home and longed to see his father again. He's been so lost since this war started. I told him to pull himself together and sent him to the artillery. I feel such guilt. How can I judge his sorrow so coldly, despite sharing them? The dream came again last night. Those creatures giggle now. 27/11/1865 Dear S, Berach's gone. He never clocked in for duty this morning and he wasn't found in his barracks. Given there were no breaches, we assume he left through a Way. He was always good at those. Control has sent out men to attempt to find him but I don't have much hope. He was good at hiding too. He was good at a lot of things. His diary is a thing of madness. Words in languages I don't recognise. Crude drawings of islands, trees, and creatures. Creatures that look like something out of a fairy tale. And the man. The man crowned in bone. More of the men have experienced the dream and Logan's getting them all the time now. He's stronger than Berach so I'm not worried. According to control, the dreams are happening all over. As far as the Americas and East. They're growing too. And all the same. The forest. The man. The laughing. The island. Like a sickness. Or maybe… 01/12/1865 Dear S, It's the fighting. Control thinks I'm illogical but it has to be. The dreams began around the start of it all and have only grown since the conflict and genocide increased. I don't know why but how? I think this fluctuation of power and thaumaturgic shifting may be somehow awakening something. Klaus agrees and his numbers are hard to argue against. The dream is changing too. Last night, there was something new. A man was chained to columns of stone. Skin deeply cut. Eyes full of tears. Screaming into a leather gag. It was him. The crowned man. Behind me, the silver forest was shaking and was filled with screams and shouting. it took me a second to notice the trees. They were moving. Like soldiers. Among them, I saw men and women. Some human. Some mostly human. And some something else. Fighting. Screaming. Laughing. Then I noticed the girl. A young woman at the feet of the chained man, weeping with him, silver armour coated in blood. And then the bells sounded. And then the heavens opened. And I awoke, weeping. Berach's trail has gone cold. According to control, he was last seen on Cregneash, back on Mann. Locals say he was looking for something. Nothing since then. No more. I must solve this now. The events described by Brigadier Ab Ifan have not been recorded by any other subjects of SCP-6916. Research is ongoing. 04/12/1865 Dear S, This is probably the last thing I'll write to you. We're going. We don't know where to start but Klaus suggests Mull Hill. He thinks Berach most likely went there and some of the other dreamers have gone there too. Seems a good place to start. If not, we'll try the coast. That is where the others went too. Everyone is going home. I could only gather 7 others. Klaus is coming, and Logan is too. Given his skills in old practices, he might be useful. Control thinks we're heading for Poland, along with the others. That should buy us some time. I've figured it out. It's not a warning. Brigadier Ab Ifan and his party, Force ξ, on Mynydd Epynt in 1865. Photograph discovered in the Juniper Archive in GoI-ω-008 archives in Site-44. Records And Information Security Administration attempted to uncover further documentation from GoI-ω-008 archives regarding Brigadier Ab Ifan's expedition and experience with SCP-6916. However, very little documentation could be found, although this was expected as the absorption of GoI-ω-008 into the Foundation and the Sixth Occult War had resulted in a great loss of information. According to a report written by then director of Site-Green, General Oliver Roberts, Brigadier Ab Ifan was believed to have been a casualty of the war. The location of his party and himself are unknown. Additionally, the Foundation discovered during the Sixth Occult War, the immigration and repatriation rate in the United Kingdom, France and Ireland increased slightly. It is yet to be confirmed that this increase was a direct result of SCP-6916. Addendum 6916.2: PoI Behaviour On 03/03/2000, Nadiya Hassan was reported missing to the Glaswegian Police by the Home Office after numerous failed attempts by Immigration Enforcement Officers to locate her and have her and her family deported. The Foundation was alerted and Field Agents took over the investigation, taking Nadiya's family into their care and designating Nadiya as PoI-6988. According to PoI-6988's father, during their time avoiding the police, PoI-6988 had experienced trouble sleeping and had been complaining about a "reoccurring dream". On 12/03/2000, several witnesses in Lamlash, Scotland claimed they saw a young woman matching PoI-9688's description "walk into the Sea". Diving teams failed to discover any trace of PoI-6988, however, thaumaturgical analysis did detect slight shifts in thaumactivity around the area. When investigating PoI-6988 movements before her appearance at Lamlash, a witness came forward claiming she'd given a woman of similar description a lift to Dunchraigaig Cairn in Kilmartin, Lochgilphead. During and following their investigation of PoI-6988's movements, 19 other individuals subjected to SCP-6916 also were reported missing, with many of them disappearing after visiting a historical site. One subject, PoI-7012 ("Jago Marsh"), was caught on a security camera at Land's End. During the footage, PoI-7012's fiancée and mother attempted to rescue PoI-7012 from the sea edge, only for PoI-7012 to refuse their offer and apologies. PoI-7012 then walked across the surface of the sea as the waves around him grew in size and power, eventually engulfing him. On 28/03/2000, reports came of an individual, later identified as Ethan Rogers and designated PoI-7028, attempting to access SCP-49116. When interviewed, PoI-7028 that they were following a dream they had been experiencing over the past months and they had been drawn to SCP-4911. To better understand the connection between SCP-6916's subject's interest in historical locations and their later disappearances, Dr. Dafydd proposed allowing PoI-7028 access to SCP-4911 under Foundation analysis. This request was approved by Site Command. When subjected to SCP-4911 mnestic properties, the thaumactivity within PoI-7028 increased and the plinth atop SCP-4911 was momentarily lit with a white flame. Following this, PoI-7028 requested to be taken to the coast, to which the Foundation took him to Dams Bay, The Vale of Glamorgan. Upon arriving, the thaumactivity in the surrounding area increased and PoI-7028 claimed they could see a causeway made of stone leading to an island in the distance, matching that he'd seen in his dream. Upon seeing the island, PoI-7028 attempted to escape Foundation custody only to be caught, tranquilised and subjected to amnestic and oneirological treatment. Addendum 6916.3: Exploration of SCP-6916-A Through joint analysis by the Department of Thaumaturgy, Department of Oneirology Studies, and Department of Extradimensional Studies, the Foundation theorised that the experience of both SCP-6916 and interaction with historical Celtic sites acted as a Newman-Hyatt Key7. When enacted at the coast of the British Isles, the Key allows access to an extradimensional space, of unknown size, designated as SCP-6916-A. According to the enactors, within SCP-6916-A is an island, accessible by a stone causeway. Despite the Foundation's best efforts, the number of SCP-6916 subjects continued to climb, with a further 5 subjects entering SCP-6916-A. With the numbers increasing, on 06/04/2000, Director Durrani ordered a joint task force exploration into SCP-6916-A. ▷ Exploration Log ▽ Exploration Log Exploration Log of SCP-6916-A Personnel Mobilized: Captain Robert Wilson, Level 3 Commander of MTF-Beta-777, Sergeant Tomos Urban, Level 3 Thaumaturgist of MTF-Beta-777, Accompanied by Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology and Siwan Caradog, Level 3 Containment Specialist8. Foreword: To complete the NHK criteria, Dr. Dafydd had all of the members of the expedition visit the Grimspound ruins, the nearest historical Celtic site to Site-12. Following this, the team were dispatched to Cellar Beach, Plymouth to access SCP-6916-A. Preamble: Members of MTF-Beta-777, along with Dr. Dafydd and Agent Caradog, will access SCP-6916-A and gather intelligence about its nature and relation with SCP-6916. - Begin Log - (Members approach the intertidal zone. The causeway and island are seen.) Urban: So, that's the island? Looks just as expected. Dafydd: Eh, smaller than I thought it would be. Wilson: Right boyos. Let's be off. (Members walk along the causeway. As they approach the island, the sky darkens slightly and it begins to rain lightly, with thunder heard in the distance.) Wilson: What time was it back at home? Caradog: About 13:15, sir. Wilson: Whilst here it's almost dusk. Either time's all muddled up here or something up with the sky. Tomos, getting anything, bach? Urban: There is some thaumaturgic here. It's old but powerful. Zach? How're our heads? Dafydd: Nothing's yet, besides the Knock. Something here though. Like a - Caradog: Sir, look! (In the sky, a number of birds can be seen flying around the island.) Urban: So there's life here? Dafydd: Not quite. Look again. Look at the edges. Caradog: (gasps) They're ghosts! Dafydd: Ghost birds. That's new. Well, not really. Wilson: Stay focused, please. We're getting nearer. (The group continue walking along the pathway, approaching the islands shoreline.) Wilson: Oh, do you feel that? The static of thaumaturgy is strong here. This is going to be interesting. Urban: (points towards the island's hinterland) Sir, something's moving up there. (The group remain still for a few seconds. No movement is noticed.) Wilson: What was it? Urban: Don't know. Something white and furry. Wilson: Alright, keep an eye out. (The group reach the beach, which is pebbled. As they settle down, a light rain begins to fall.) Caradog: Thank god we're waterproof. Wilson: This rain. It's - Dafydd: Salty. It's seawater. Urban: Sir. Look here! (Urban draws the rest of the group towards a large wooden mass partial buried in the pebbles.) Wilson: A boat. Hard to say what kind and how big but, look at the craftsmanship and style, I'd say mid or late-19th century. Caradog: It looks in good shape. Dafydd: I think the time here has maintained it somehow. Or something's kept it like this for a reason. Urban: I'm getting strong thaumaturgic readings from it. Somewhere in the centre. Wilson: Anything threatening? Urban: Not getting anything. Wilson: OK, Tomos, hop on board and have a poke around. Zach, Siw, up the hill. Caradog: Sir. (Wilson takes Dafydd and Caradog up the hillside while Urban begins excavating the shipwreck. The three reach the hillside and arrive at a large expanse of hinterland with hills and forests in the distance.) Wilson: Right, hills or trees? Dafydd: Trees. Caradog: (nods) (The three walk towards the forest. After 2 minutes, Wilson speaks.) Wilson: Zach, I know I'm not - 'sensitive' like you but - I can't help - Dafydd: You're right. There is something watching us. Caradog: What? Dafydd: Don't worry. Whatever it is, it's only observing. Believe me, I can tell. Caradog: Do you know where it is? Dafydd: No. Funny, it's like it's all around us rather than in one place. I'd even say - Wilson: (trips and yells loudly) Caradog: Sir! (Caradog and Dafydd run over to Wilson.) Wilson: I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't fuss. Don't - (Wilson separates the grass to see he's tripped over the remains of a skeleton.) Wilson: My, my. Caradog: Zach, verdict. (Dafydd pick up one of the bones and examines it.) Dafydd: It's hominid. I don't know which one yet. If I - (Dafydd's winces in anger and pain. He then throws the bone back down, disgusted.) Dafydd: Oh, God. It's a Sidhe9. Caradog: The things from - Wilson: (puts a hand over Caradog's mouth) Don't. Remember what happens when we talk about where they come from. What happened to it? Dafydd: It's been stabbed. Violently, too. Multiple times and in different places. And whatever did it was powerful. The bones scorched around the wounds. Caradog: I wonder if there are more? Is this another - Wilson: (Pulls Dafydd and Caradog down to the ground) Get down. (Near the forest, a large canine entity can be seen emerging. It looks around the clearing for a few minutes before running off towards the hills.) Caradog: (whispers) Do you think that's what Tomos saw? Dafydd: Possibly. Did you notice it too? Caradog: The wobbling around the edges, yes. Just like the birds. Wilson: Keep your wits about you, you two. Living threats are one thing, but spectral ones are another. Come on. (The three continue towards the forest. A further 6 skeletal remains of sidhe individuals, all with deep gashes.) Caradog: Some of them look like they've been crushed. What happened here? Wilson: The grass has claimed them so, it must have been a while ago. (The group reach the edge of the forest.) Wilson: Eyes peeled. I'm not having any bwci-bo's jumping out at us. Siwan, can you take some samples of the wildlife? (Caradog cuts off some bark from the trees. The three then enter the forest. After 3 minutes, they arrive at a ruined settlement, consisting of around 14 small and 1 large house, overgrown with wildlife.) Wilson: (Examines a house's wall) Interesting. Zach. Thoughts? Dafydd: They're old. Drystack technique? Wilson: Correct. Not just old. Ancient. Bronze or Iron Age I'd say. And you feel that? Something big happened here. The Akiva coming off them is strong, but something here is stronger. Dafydd: Is it just me or do the trees look odd? Wilson: How do you mean? Dafydd: I don't know. Their shape is just - all wrong. They're positioned at odd angles. Caradog: Guys, look at this! (Wilson and Dafydd join Caradog behind the largest ruin. In a clearing, a single tree is planted, resembling an Alder tree. The tree's leafage is deep red and its surface is metallic and coloured silver. A few meters away, on slate plinths, seven males and two females, are laid out. One male is wearing a green military tunic while the rest are wearing furs and silver armour. In their crossed hands, they hold a silver branch and an amber stone is placed on their chest. The group approach the plinth and tree.) Image taken by Agent Siwan Caradog depicting the metallic flora. Caradog: Are they - Wilson: Yes. They're dead. No recently thought. If the surroundings are anything to go by, they've been dead for a while. Caradog: Perfectly preserved? Thaumaturgy? Wilson: Oh, yeah. Lots. Weirdly, nothing from that. Wilson: (points at tree) The force is all shifted and direct around that. Like a magnet but for magic, going in and out in perfect flow. (Caradog and Dafydd approach the tree. Both reach out and touch its trunk and branches.) Caradog: It feels real. Dafydd: (snaps off a small branch) It is real. Look, the fibres fray just like a common branch. But it's metallic all the way through. And - (Dafydd winces in pain as he touches the branch with his bare skin, forcing him to drop the twig. A slight rash forms on Dafydd's finger where they handled the fibres) Caradog: You OK? Dafydd: I'm fine! It's - it's iron. The tree is made of iron. Caradog: But it's grown. Dafydd: (whispers) The silver forest was shaking and was filled with screams. Caradog: (picks up branch and samples it) Anything on those bodies, Sir? (Dafydd and Caradog rejoin Wilson by the bodies.) Wilson: (hand placed on one of the male corpses' head) Funny. Besides the thaumaturgy keeping them preserved, there is nothing else. At least, nothing that's active. All of them, including fancy pants, have some thaumaturgic imprints. My guess is they had some capabilities before they died. Dafydd: Any idea which ones? Wilson: (shakes head) The print is too faded. (Points at two adjacent male corpses) Those three are clearly Brasil lot. Caradog: Tuatha?10 Dafydd: Oh, yeah. The ears. (whispers) How are they involved in this? Caradog: (stands by the military man) What about this guy? Wilson: He's got more of a shape. The print is still too faded, but it's stronger than the others. Dafydd: And one of ours. (Dafydd hold up the corpse's hand, showing the ring, which has the emblem of GoI-ω-008 engraved on the gold.) Wilson: One of Ab Ifan's men? Dafydd: Must be. Wilson: So, they did reach here. (Wilson removes the ring and takes samples of hair from each corpse.) Caradog: Sir. There's something moving out there. (For the forest, sounds of movement can be heard. The rain also grows heavier, with the sky darkening further and the thunder claps growing more frequent.) Wilson: Hills. Now. (The group quickly manoeuvre through the forest towards the hill. The rain continues to heavy, causing a flash flood to form. The sound of howling and bells can be heard.) Caradog: Sir? Wilson: Keep going! Dafydd: Tomos! Alert, Tomos! Wilson: (speaks through transmitter) Urban! Come in! Urban: (speaks through transmitter) Sir! Wilson: (speaks through transmitter) A flood is forming! Get to high ground, immediately! Urban: (speaks through transmitter) Sir, the sea! The sea is closing in! There are things! I can see - (Both Wilson and Dafydd suddenly experience sharp pains in their heads. Wilson buckles in pain and collapses while Dafydd clasps his head.) Caradog: (supports Dafydd) Zach? Dafydd: I'm fine. Get the Captain. (Caradog helps Urban up, who is in a delirious state.) Wilson: The trees. The trees! Get - get back you - you - beasts! Caradog: (slaps Wilson) Sir! We need to move! Zach, help me! (Caradog and Dafydd lift Wilson and continue to the hills. After a 2-minute interval, the group clear the forest and ascend the hillside. The forest continues to flood, with some of the trees moving position. The sound of howling and bells continues to grow.) Dafydd: Come on! We're - Image taken by Agent Siwan Caradog of the fortress. (The group arrive at the base of a ruined fortress. Wilson falls to the ground, clutching his head, groaning.) Caradog: Sir! Sir! Wilson: It's - it's - so angry. The island. It's angry. He's ang - Dafydd: Siwan! (From out of the rain, several large, spectral canine entities, resembling enlarged wolves, emerge. Their fur is white except for their ears which are red in colouration. They growl and circle the group.) Dafydd: Siwan. Get ready. Dafydd: (applies auditory, psionic implantation techniques) Stop! Get Back! (The entities slow their pace and back away slightly.) Unknown Entity: Ewch! Gadwch fy ngwlad, dieithriaid!11 (From out of the rain, a man clad in black fabric, silver treasures and furs emerges. His face and body are engraved and he's wearing a crown of antlers.) Wilson: Angry. So angry. Dafydd: We represent the SCP Foundation. We do not mean you or your land and harm or - Unknown Entity: (points at the group) Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros. (Wilson's feed cuts partially. For the next 5 minutes, the sound of rainfall, thunder and bells can be heard before the feed cuts completely.) - End Log - Captain Willson and his group were rediscovered at Cullykhan Beach, Pennan, Scotland, 9 hours after entering SCP-6916-A. All were drenched in seawater and experiencing moderate hypothermia. Wilson, Urban and Caradog were found unconscious and recovered a few hours later after receiving medical attention. Dafydd, however, was discovered undergoing prolonged REM sleep and could not be awakened until 3 days following his recovery. Testing revealed that the DNA sequence found on the ring belonged to Brigadier Emyr Ab Ifan, with photographic evidence confirming this. Supplies recovered from the ship by Urban confirmed that the vassal was the Arausio, a clipper used by GoI-ω-008. No bodies were discovered on the ship. The crowned man witnessed by the team was confirmed to be the same man they'd witnessed during SCP-6916. Wilson also revealed that the man and the island were thaumaturgically linked somehow, implying the atmospheric and temporal alterations experienced by the team were their doing. As a result, they were classified as SCP-6916-B and the spectral entities inhabiting SCP-6916-A were classified as SCP-6916-C. Analysis of the metallic branch by the Department of Chemistry and the Botany Division confirmed that the branch's DNA sequence was similar to that of Alnus glutinosa. They also discovered that the branch's xylem tissue was heavy with iron and silver particles. Despite being malleable upon removal, the branch's flexibility and durability shifted dramatically during its study, with its properties now replicating that of steel. Analysis of the branch is still ongoing. Addendum 6916.4: Interview with SCP-6916-B 3 days following his expedition into SCP-6916-A, Dr. Dafydd awoke from his REM sleep state and immediately requested the use of an oneirosensory visualization recording device12, claiming he had communicated with SCP-6916-B prior to his expulsion from SCP-6916-A and vital information regarding the history and events occurring with SCP-6916-A. Below is a transcript of the recordings. ▷ Oneirological Log ▽ Oneirological Log Oneirological Log of Dr. Dafydd's interview with SCP-6916-B Date of recording: 11/04/2000 Participant: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Researcher for the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology, Site-12 Operational Directive: Recorded Dr. Dafydd's negotiations with SCP-6916-B during the of exploration of SCP-6916-A Foreword: Dr. Dafydd was able to apply oneiric hypnotherapy and mnestics techniques to himself in order to remember his conversation with SCP-6916-B during his exploration, allowing it to be recorded later. - Begin Log - (Initial view is the same as the near-end of the exploration log, with Wilson, Caradog and Dafydd surrounded by instances of SCP-6916-C and SCP-6916-B.) SCP-6916-B: (points at group) Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros. (Wilson and Caradog fall unconscious. However, Dafydd is able to remain awake and despite stumbling, remains standing. SCP-6916-B appears surprised.) Dafydd: That's not going to work on me. SCP-6916-B: Shwt - Dafydd: Nid chi yw'r unig swynwr yma. (Note: Dafydd and SCP-6916-B communicate in Brythonic through their discussion. It has been translated from this point on.) SCP-6916-B: You speak the father's tongue. Dafydd: And many others. And I do not appreciate being pushed aside like that. SCP-6916-B: You dare speak to me like - Dafydd: You attempted to harm me and my party. I shall speak to you how I see fit. (SCP-6916-B approaches Dafydd, eyeing him up. The SCP-6916-C entities relax their stance.) SCP-6916-B: You people are - different to the others. Dafydd: Others? The people who came here? Where are they? SCP-6916-B: When they came, they walked timorously. Unsure. Afraid. You - you walked with command. Directive. I am impressed. I haven't seen courage like that since my manumission. Dafydd: You were imprisoned? SCP-6916-B: For many lifetimes. Dafydd: And you were freed? SCP-6916-B: (Pauses) The others were less talkative. Are you people full of questions? Dafydd: How about this? Answer for an answer. I ask something, you provide me with the most honest response you can. In turn, I shall do the same to your questions. Deal? SCP-6916-B: Do I get to go first? Dafydd: Fine. SCP-6916-B: (Pauses) Who are you people? Dafydd: Me and my collages are representatives of an organisation known as - the Foundation. We - try and - protect humanity from the greater dangers of our world. SCP-6916-B: How noble. That is quite a task. Your turn. Dafydd: What happened here? SCP-6916-B: (laughs) My, what a question. The answer is quite a story. I wouldn't know where to start. Dafydd: We have time. And I've always liked a good story. (SCP-6916-B gestures for Dafydd to sit on a ruined wall. The SCP-6916-C instances stand guard around SCP-6916-B.) SCP-6916-B: This land. This island. My island is all that is left of a proud conglomeration. A collective that spanned all of Albion. A collective founded on skills, determination and pride. Oh, if only we had had the chance. We could have done so much more. Dafydd: You were proud of your empire? SCP-6916-B: We weren't an empire! I and others ruled, true, but we did not stand above our fellow brothers and sons! But, yes, we were proud of what we were. Maybe that's why we fell so painfully. (Pauses) Our community was powerful. We could do things with magic others could only dream of. My presence here is an example of our power over the line between life and death. But we weren't alone. To the west, we had rivals. Equally powerful. Equally proud. Dafydd: The Tuatha Dé Danann. SCP-6916-B: You know of them? Dafydd: Some are still around. SCP-6916-B: (laughs annoyedly) They survived. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. They were always good at hiding and twisting the fates. Dafydd: You should see them now. They're not exactly in the best situation. Were you enemies? SCP-6916-B: Maybe, deep down, but on the surface, we were rivals. Both of us were always jealous of each other. Us, envious of their influence over fortune, the skies and their bodies. Them, covetous of our finesse in metalwork, agriculture and mediumship. It was unhealth but - it worked. Dafydd: What changed? SCP-6916-B: I believe you owe me an answer. Dafydd: Go on then. SCP-6916-B: Are you proud of where you come from? (Pause) Dafydd: In this line of work, attachments are - dangerous things to form. I will say, however, I value where I come from. So, maybe, in a way, yes, I am proud of where I came from. SCP-6916-B: (smiles) Dafydd: What changed between your people and the Tuatha? SCP-6916-B: (sighs) I have often contemplated how that happened. All I know is that as soon as it started, it grew quickly and led to tensions between us. Fear grew like a weed. Everything became about displaying power. Eventually, the idea of war crept into our minds. As new enemies from the east and north had started to appear, war was not something either of us wanted. Our only hope was a union of sorts. So plans were made for their prince to wed one of our most powerful ladies and at the ceremony, both of us exchanged a treasure. They taught us to influence our skies and we gave them means of uniting living and dead. We believe such a union would strengthen us. But it brought nothing but misery. The whispers continued and then came the attacks and murders. And finally, when word came that our lady had faced abuse and torture at the hands of the prince's family, our fates were decided. Dafydd: War. SCP-6916-B: It was a blood bath that lasted years. Both of us held nothing back. Curses were cast. Fortresses erected. Monsters were bred. Many men and beasts, both living and departed, were lost, or worse. And then, it all came here. To my island. So many were lost in that battle. And then - (SCP-6916-B begins to weep angrily. The SCP-6916-C respond by growling and pounding the ground.) SCP-6916-B: They came. (SCP-6916-B looks at Dafydd.) SCP-6916-B: The Gwyllion! Dafydd: I don't understand. SCP-6916-B: And that's when it all came out! The truth! The shameful truth! As we quarrelled and built, they snuck and whispered! Posing as our brothers and feeding our bloodlust! It had all been a game! All this time! A great game! To weaken us! To degrade us! To claim our lands after we'd reduce them to dust! Those vile creatures! (SCP-6916-B slams his fist on to the stone, which cracks.) We tried to act but by then it was too late. They had most of our land, fortresses and arms under their control. There was nothing we could do. I watched as they made my forest walk and hunt my people. We begged them to stop but they only laughed. They enjoyed it you see. After the forests walked, they pulled my land out of the world and sealed it within this realm. Some of my men escaped, as did some Tuatha, but most of us, including myself and the prince, were captured and brought to the Gwyllion king. We begged the king to spare our people. He merely laughed. He had what he wanted. With that, he had the prince imprisoned and transported and had me chained and muzzled, locked to my island. Forced into enslavement. Forced to bend my kingdom into his sick image. Forced to watch my magic be used to turn people into beasts and abominations. (SCP-6916-B puts their head in their arms.) Dafydd: I'm - I'm so sorry. SCP-6916-B: With our community in ruin, I watched as they used my island to experiment, plan and manipulate. As they did so, I felt my people grew weaker and simpler and not long after, Albion was invaded again and again. And with each invasion, our history, our culture, and our work vanished. So much was lost. (One of SCP-6916-C rests it's head on SCP-6916-B lap.) SCP-6916-B: You've met the Gwyllion. I saw it in your eyes when you handled their bones. A disgust. A scar beyond just the skin. Tell me, how did you meet them? Dafydd: Before I joined the Foundation, I lived in the Library along with a group of people I wrongfully considered family. One day, some of us attempted something. A ritual. I - it went wrong. It turned out, just like you, I'd been tricked by someone. Someone from somewhere very fair away. They interrupted the casting, damaging my mind. In the process, many people, including he who came from over there were lost and I was left hurt - and changed. SCP-6916-B: Cruel, aren't they? Dafydd: How did you escape? SCP-6916-B: Oh, that. My, that was satisfying. As you know, the Gwyllion had cut this land apart from the world, sealing it within this realm and closing it off with powerful boundaries. For centuries, I had attempted to breach them but I was weak. Then many years ago, something occurred. Something outside this realm. I don't know what but whatever it was, made the Gwyllion scared. That, I had never seen before. And this force caused a fissure to form in the boundaries. Just big enough for a message to get through. So, I reached out and called. SCP-6916-B: And an answer came. Dafydd: The soldiers. Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal. SCP-6916-B: These men had power. New power. Refined power. And each of them possessed the same spirit my brothers and sons had long ago. A pride and love my people once had I long thought dead. The Gwyllion tried to fight back but their power had waned. Eventually, after many deaths, they freed me. And free at last, I gave them terror. I pulled on the boundaries between life and death and made them face the sins they'd indulged in. The king, who'd dared to mock me, fled like a coward along with his court. His subjects, the usurpers, I slaughtered. I hate to say it, but their screams were glorious noise. My island was mine once more. Broken, but mine. Dafydd: Well that explains a bit. SCP-6916-B: Now, I ask you. Will you join us? Dafydd: I'm sorry. SCP-6916-B: The Gwyllion. This place is only one of many of their hiding places. Your curse is further proof that they're out there. They have held us back for millennia. They must be removed. Dafydd: Hang on just a moment. You're planning to - That's what the dream is. It's not a distress call. It's a call to arms. You want to fight them. SCP-6916-B: And you and your organisation have come. You've seen what they have done to us. Confined us to cages. Prevented us from reaching our true potential. Not just in Alboin. I know kingdoms and communities exist beyond the seas. They too must have faced the refinement of those creatures. It is time we took back what they had no right to take from us. Our true potential. Join us. (SCP-6916-B offers Dafydd a hand.) SCP-6916-B: You hesitate, brother. Dafydd: You want war. A war with creatures we have fought for thousands of years. A war that would cause unimaginable shifts, thaumaturgically, geopolitically and potentially biologically. I - I - can't allow you to do that. (SCP-6916-B withdraws their hand. The SCP-6916-C entities begin prowling again.) SCP-6916-B: With all due respect, I am a king of this land. I am not like the Tuatha. I will not hide behind wards. I will do what I see fit. Where is your pride? You said your organisation defended humanity. Why do you instant on continuing this confinement and squandering? Why do you protect this - vail? Dafydd: Because the world has grown so much since you were imprisoned. Your war with the Tuatha and - Gwyllion was nothing compared to what happened after. We've had battles that spanned entire realms of existence and have only just started to recover from them. We don't want that. I'm not confining humanity. I am protecting it. And if you think you can start a war just - (Dafydd looks SCP-6916-B in the eye.) Dafydd: Where are the people who came here? (SCP-6916-B continues to look at Dafydd.) Dafydd: You've already started the war, haven't you? SCP-6916-B: You would have done such good, brother. And out of respect, I shall let you go with a warning. Stay out of our way. You and your - Foundation. (The rain grows heavier, cause a flash flood. The thunder, howling and bells grow in frequency. SCP-6916-B and the SCP-6916-C entities move to high ground. Dafydd pulls Wilson and Caradog out of the floodwater.) Dafydd: What is this place?! Who are you?! SCP-6916-B: The Tuatha called this Tír na nÓg. The Gwyllion called this Avalon. We - called it Annwn, its true name. And I am Arawn, lord of the dead and king of this land. SCP-6916-B: (points at Dafydd) Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros! - End Log - Afterword: Upon completing the recording, Dr. Dafydd proceeded to vomit small quantities of seawater over the next 30 minutes. He refused any treatment and requested to speak with the site director and the Department Of Mythology And Folkloristics as soon as possible. Addendum 6916.5: Redesignation and Revised Containment With the information provided by Dr. Dafydd, the Foundation reassessed their containment procedures for SCP-6916. The island within SCP-6916-A has been given a Nexus designation due to its historical significance and potential threat towards the anomalous community. ▷ Nexus Registration: Nx-02 ▽ Nexus Registration: Nx-02 Nx-02, located within SCP-6916-A, photographed by Agent Siwan Caradog during their exploration into the extradimensional space. Nexus #: Nx-02 Civilian Designation: Annwn (Formerly Avalon) Population: Unknown Nexus Interaction Protocol: To prevent the public's access to Nx-02, the Foundation is continuing its containment procedures regarding SCP-6916, with the addition of detecting departures from Nx-02. If individual/s successfully access Nx-02, they are to be retrieved as soon as possible and subjected to interview and amnestic and oneirological treatment. Access and traversal into Nx-02 by Foundation personnel is to remain a high priority, to prevent an LV-Zero "Lifted Veil" scenario. Containment Facility: Site-12 Description: Nx-02 is an island located within the partially, extradimensional space known as SCP-6916-A. Nx-02 is accessible from any coastline within the British Isle and Northern France. To date, the only known way of accessing Nx-02 is to apply an NHK, following subjection to SCP-6916. However, this access can be revoked. Those who attempt to reach Nx-02 with revoked access will be subject to translocation and be redirected back to the point of perpetration. Nx-02 is home to several spectral entities, including SCP-6916-B, who is capable of numerous thaumaturgical workings, including atmomancy, necromancy and oneiromancy. Due to their revoked access, it is believed SCP-6916-B is actively disengaged with the Foundation. However, recent evidence suggests Nx-02 may be open to other Groups of Interest. Research is ongoing. Due to having revoked access, the history of Nx-02 is mostly unknown, with only the statements made by SCP-6916-B providing any insights. Nevertheless, historical records were able to provide some details. Since enacting more focused and stringent containment procedures, individuals lost to SCP-6916-A have decreased, with only 57 SCP-6916 subjects managing to evade Foundation protocol. However, with the sudden increase in nationalism in the Celtic regions, subjection to SCP-6916 is predicted to increase within the next year. END OF FILE Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: UPDATE to SCP-6916 To: Director Vidya Durrani From: Dr. Zachary Dafydd Subject: Update on SCP-6916 Good Evening Durrani, I hate to bother you at such a late time but some news regarding SCP-6916 has come to my attention. Please see below: Foreword: This footage was passed on by an undercover Foundation Agent within GoI-006 ("Unusual Incidents Unit") following a murder investigation at Cillian's Apothecary in FP-01 ("Three Portlands"). Security footage shows Ahern, a sidhe phytotherapist, working when the two hooded individuals break in through the backdoor. Ahern attempts to apprehend them using chlorokinetic techniques but is restrained in a headlock by an unseen, third individual. As Ahern struggle against the invisible individual, the hooded individuals remove their hoods, revealing one to be PoI-6988 and the other to be Tuatha. The pair appear to threaten and question Ahern, who merely angrily denies their questions and at one point, spits on PoI-6988. After a few minutes, the Tuatha holds up Ahern with a metallic, prosthetic arm. Blisters begin to form on Ahern's skin where the metal touches it, and their wings burst from their clothes and begin to shed. PoI-6988 then points at Ahern's chest and whispers something. Ahern's body then goes rigid and a tree begins to grow around their body. The tree stops growing, leaving only Ahern's eyes, left ear and right fingers exposed. PoI-6988 then carves a symbol resembling a Triskelion in the base, before leaving with the others. Ahern expired 10 minutes later. Afterword: When the Department of Spectral Phenomena applied thaumaturgical, ectographical techniques to the footage, the third individual was revealed to be a spectral entity, resembling Second Lieutenant Nathanial Logan. The symbol carved by PoI-6988 has begun to show in various locations worldwide, most notably in the Free Ports and in human subspecies habitats. As well as the appearance of this group, 184, 322, 96 and 57 have come in contact. 4 further 6916 subjects have gone missing. However, Logistics and Transportation checked and confirmed they never left their home countries and states (Pennsylvania, Nova Scotia, Falkland Islands). This can only mean one thing. SCP-6916-A is extending its borders. Also, Project Signal-Man have reported spikes in spectral entities and activities within the UK again. Mostly around the coast. They don't last long. Only a few seconds but there nonetheless. Given these changes, I believe we should change SCP-6916 to a Red classification and have it redesignated as Keter as soon as possible. I can't help feeling there is something big coming. Yours, Zachary Dafydd, PhD Footnotes 1. An instrument used to detect and measure the rate of Akiva radiation flow, known as thaumactivity. As well as detection, Zohar counters can be used to identify specific thaumaturgical programs. 2. An emotion similar to homesickness, nostalgia and grief. The word has no direct English translation. 3. Breton, Irish Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic, Welsh, Cornish and Manx. 4. The first influx occurred hours after the signing of the Good Friday Agreement on 10/04/1998 and the second after the founding of the Senedd on 12/05/1999. 5. A military brigadier and thaumaturgist for GoI-ω-008's ("Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal") Force ξ, a task force specialising in targeting thaumaturgical and psionic anomalies. Believed to have died during the early stages of the Sixth Occult War (1864 - 1869). 6. SCP-4911: A Safe-class anomalous wall located in South Wales. 4911 has strong mnestic and thaumaturgic properties. 7. More commonly known among the anomalous community as 'Knocks'. The majority of NHKs are used to open Rosen-Fortune Bridges ("Ways") into Nx-01 ("The Wanderer's Library"). However, some allow access to other extradimensional and anomalous locations. 8. Despite not having the relevant training, Dr. Dafydd and Agent Caradog were assigned to the exploration due to the scarcity of SCP-6916's subjects with the appropriate credentials and skills. Dr. Dafydd is a qualified Level-4 oneiromancer and psionic and Agent Caradog specialised in the containment of thaumaturgical and spectral anomalies. 9. A hominid species designated as trans stellaris or homo sapiens sidhe. Known colloquially as Fae, Tylwyth Teg, Aos sí or Fair Folk. Due to little research and similar characteristics, homo sapiens sidhe and homo sapiens tumuli are often confused with one another. 10. A homo subspecies designated as homo sapiens tumuli, colloquial known as Tuatha Dé Danann. Before 1988, they were a thriving populous, inhabiting Nx-03. However, since then, their numbers have dwindled significantly, with most now inhabiting the Free Ports. 11. Entity is communicating in Brythonic. 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Item#: 6917 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Entry to SCP-6917, hidden as a fireplace through anti-memetic effects. Special Containment Procedures: No aggressive actions are to be taken inside SCP-6917. Exploration is to be performed primarily by drones with no offensive capabilities; should the presence of personnel inside SCP-6917 be necessary, they are to be unarmed and may only explore up to Sub-Level 5. No personnel may remain more than 2 hours inside SCP-6917. Research and exploration teams must undergo mnestic treatment and be monitored for adverse psychological effects. Personnel are reminded that hallucinations inside SCP-6917 are not actively harmful. Do not engage any perceived entities inside SCP-6917. Investigation on ways to inoculate personnel against the hallucinatory effects of SCP-6917 is ongoing. Personnel are to be rotated every 3 months, or on advice of lead psychologist assigned to the SCP-6917 Project. Presence of personnel with mechanical augmentations connected to GoI-004 (“The Church of the Broken God”) is strictly forbidden. Investigation on individuals and locations with suspected connections to SCP-6917 and GoI-004F (“The New Ferrous Brotherhood”) is ongoing. Description: SCP-6917 is an underground complex in the town of ███████, Britain, constructed during the 19th century by members of the defunct “New Ferrous Brotherhood”1. The complex exhibits heavy damage, suspected to be related to armed conflicts with other Broken God cults near the end of the 19th century. Despite this damage, several systems inside the complex remain fully functional, including gas-based lighting systems, water systems and steam pipe systems, as well as locking and transport systems between each sub-level. The Foundation has thus far discovered 7 different levels of SCP-6917; as both the entry to SCP-6917 and the entry to each level was subject to an anti-memetic phenomenon, the currently known extent cannot be considered as its confirmed full extension. Mechanical systems within SCP-6917 react negatively to acts of aggression committed inside it, attacking all foreign agents2 present in the complex at the time of activation. These attacks will only cease after the termination or evacuation of every foreign agent inside the complex. The presence of weapons will also trigger this effect. Sensitivity of this defence mechanism increases in deeper levels, with even verbal aggression risking its activation in Sub-Level 6. Systems inside the complex are also hostile towards personnel with augmentations derived from GoI-004B (“The Cogwork Orthodoxy”). The effects of SCP-6917 on people with augmentations from other sects of the Church of the Broken God has not been tested. SCP-6917 is subject to an anti-memetic phenomenon, making information about it or its contents impossible to recall for any person not undergoing mnestic treatment. This effect extends to individuals who spend a prolonged amount of time inside SCP-6917, who become unable to be recalled or perceived by others. This effect extends for up to 2 weeks after departure from the complex. Personnel involved in exploration or research on SCP-6917 are affected by sustained auditory and visual hallucinations of a mechanically augmented humanoid. Subject is described as a young man, with varying degrees of augmentations ranging from minor modifications of left hand and eyes to complete body mechanization. Rate of hallucinations increase over time and will only cease after termination of exploration or research on the complex. Long-term victims of this effect experience overwhelming emotions of grief, regret and self-hatred. Whether this is an intentional element of the defence system or an unintentional side-effect of its implementation remains a subject of debate. Description of Sub-Levels: A summary of the contents of each sub-level is included below: Sub-Level 1: Entrance. Heavily damaged by ballistics and fire. Blood samples taken at the time of discovery correspond to at least ██ individuals. Sub-Level 2: Chapel. Seats are in disarray, and 4 of the 12 sculptures and 9 of the 20 stained glass windows in it have been broken. Remaining art depicts: Sculptures: Three brass sculptures of mechanically augmented people resembling artistic depictions of ancient Greeks, bearing the tags "Forebearers of the Brotherhood". Four steel sculptures of known inventors and industrialists from the early British Industrial Revolution, bearing the tags "Blessings of the Broken One". One heavily vandalized sculpture of unknown alloy of a heavily augmented man, bearing the tag "Our Founder, Father Loom". Windows: Depictions of the Broken God shedding light on notable scientists and inventors of the 16th to 19th centuries, a group of 18 men walking away from a faceless congregation, led by a figure resembling the "Father Loom" sculpture, and the transition of 4 identical humans to wildly divergent machines reuniting with the Broken God. Images have been vandalized with pigments from unknown provenance, with words and phrases such as "Heretics", "Disassemblers" and "Murderers" written over them. Sub-Levels 3 and 4: Living quarters, 4 large ones in Sub-Level 3 equipped with individual studies, as well as 9 spartan ones in Sub-Level 4. One of the dormitories in Sub-Level 3 is in heavy disrepair, and contains several destroyed books. It is the only room inside SCP-6917 not warded by an anti-memetic phenomenon. Documentation recovered from within the other rooms includes books on Greece, China and the Arabian Peninsula, heavily marked maps of the Aegean Sea, manuals on industrial manufacture procedures, budgetary drafts, propaganda pamphlets, letters and research on occult innovations, though large portions of each are illegible due to damage or missing pages. While entrance bears marks of violence, most of the Sub-Levels were found intact. Sub-Level 5: Medical and engineering quarters. Layout includes a waiting room, three studies, a surgery room, a forge and four prisoner cells, seemingly modified from other rooms. Studies are in disarray, with most of the documentation inside gone, though schematics for several highly personalized augmentations have been found, with inscriptions resembling theorized sigils from research documents in Sub-Level 3. Includes storage of iron and coal, as well as supply of liquid water and steam from an unknown source. Surgery room shows signs of recent use. The reason for this is unknown subject to debate. Corridor in Sub-Level 6. Sub-Level 6: Labyrinthine system of corridors. Sub-Level is extremely hazardous towards exploration, with drones frequently experiencing inexplicable catastrophic failure. No task forces have been sent to explore the Sub-Level so far. An unknown number of task forces have been sent into the Sub-Level. All personnel involved are considered lost. No further personnel are to enter Sub-Level 6. The centre of the Sub-Level is occupied by a machine of roughly 2 m x 2 m x 2.5 m, codenamed SCP-6917-1, connected to every system and mechanism inside the complex. Machine is inscribed by several symbols resembling modified ancient Mekhanite glyphs, as per research found in Sub-Level 3. So far, researchers have been unable to decrypt the full purpose of the inscriptions, though the glyphs for "Protection", "Unseen" and "Expansion/Assimilation" have been recognized. Due to the intensity of hallucinations and empathic contamination after witnessing footage of SCP-6917-1, it has been theorized to be the source of this effect. Levers on SCP-6917-1 appear to change position in recordings through different days. Whether this is an automated process or a manual one is currently unknown. Still frame from sole recording of Sub-Level 7.. Sub-Level 7: Collapsed entry to a system of caves. Entrance is hidden beneath SCP-6917-1. Due to the difficulties in traversing Sub-Level 6, exploration of this level has thus far been limited to its discovery. Reports of the sound of grinding in the sole recording of it have been determined to be the effect of memetic contamination. Recovered Documentation: The following documentation has been selected to provide a basic outline for the events of the final days of habitation of SCP-6917. Most of the material comes from a single room in Sub-Level 4, in the form of letters and journals. For a full log of documentation found inside SCP-6917, see Document 6917-A. To my Brothers and Sisters, Today we commemorate another year of our Most Glorious Brotherhood. From our humble beginnings to current times, we have experienced much hardship, and ultimately prevailed over those who would see the true faith fade into obscurity, those who would keep the Glorious One broken. It has been a long road, but the foundation established by our Founders, and shepherded today by our Esteemed Leadership, has guaranteed our survival. Indeed, today we stand as the biggest denomination of the faith in Britain, and will continue to grow beyond these boundaries. The reassembly of the Glorious One is, for the first time in human history, within our reach, and none of this would have been possible without the efforts of every believer in the Brotherhood. Indeed, were it not for the work of our historians, our preachers, our engineers, we would not be where we are today. They have rediscovered the secrets of the past, expanded our reach in the present, and shown the way to the future of not just our congregation, but the human race as a whole. Our Brothers and Sisters have reached into the Divine Spark that resides in their souls, and illuminated the path of victory our Brotherhood is currently walking. It is in this recognition of the hard, fruitful work of our fellow believers that our Esteemed Leadership has decided to summon all interested parties to the "Congress for the Future", to be celebrated next February. We will discuss the direction our faith must take from now on, to ensure our supremacy over the heretics and a glorious future for the human race, as guided by the light of the Harmonious One. For the Reassembly, of God and of our Hearts, Elder Atelier Dear Emma Diaphragm, I hope Belgium is treating you well. I cannot but find it hard to believe one of us managed to leave this get assigned to another country. It brings to my mind memories of our childhoods, and your claims that you would discover the truth of this world. Your ambitions have always been high, and I am glad to see you gathering so much praise from our Brotherhood - enough to be sent in this mission. No one deserves it more than you. I hope things are going well with Mills. Elder Atelier vouched for him, though I admit I would rather have known him before your engagement. When I met him, he seemed like a decent man, a good believer, but I could not picture him married to you. Certainly, I cannot picture the two of you alone in a strange country. I hope we can see each other soon I hope you continue to find success in your travels. Your brother, Loom Dear Jonathan, Thank you for your letter. With all the changes my life has gone through lately, your constant letters help me remember some things will always remain the same. As you said, it brings back memories of our childhood, though mine appear different. After all, I remember it was you who spoke of "the truth of this world". I just said I wanted the truth - and then just the truth of England! I must remind you it was not actually me who was assigned to this mission, but Mills. I am only accompanying him in his mission, though I am glad he has seen fit to allow me to keep researching while he is elsewhere. Please, do not feel anxious about Mills. Elder Atelier made the right choice. I do wish he were more receptive towards my avenues of research, but he remains wary of these new ideas. He still cannot see how the advances of our day have shown the hand of our Most Glorious Lord in even the domain of flesh. In spite of this, I remain thankful he allows me to keep exploring these possibilities. I hope I can see you soon, Jon. I know your duties keep you busy in England, but surely you have proved yourself to the Leadership enough to be granted this allowance. No one has worked as hard for the Brotherhood as you have. Regarding the Congress, I have heard of it from Mills, who received an invitation. He expects to finish his mission and be back in the old monastery next February, where I hope we can talk again. If not, then maybe you can come to our abode here, and allow me to introduce you to some new acquaintances I have made here. We would have to keep that a secret from Mills, though, since I am sure he disapproves, even if he does not mention it. Please send the Elders my regards, and give Elder Atelier the research papers I have attached to this letter. I believe I have discovered a magnificent property of our nervous system that will benefit the Brotherhood immensely. Your dear sister, who you do not need the codename with, Emma To my Brothers and Sisters, Our Glorious Leadership extends its gratitude to all those who have confirmed their assistence to the Congress. From all over Britain have arrived letters commending us for this opportunity, renewing the faith and loyalty of our congregation, and even informing us of new developments to discuss in the Congress. Especially exciting is a recent discovery made by Brother Mills' team, describing sacred properties in our nervous systems that will allow us to massively improve the quality of our brain modifications. With this discovery, we hope to further free our spirits from the constraints of the brain and even perceive the Voice of the Glorious One with a clarity only dreamt of before now. Sadly, not all is good news. We have heard of a recent attempt at infiltrating our family by members of the Cogwork Orthodoxy. As you know, the Orthodoxy spouses highly perverted views of our God, and their corrupting influence cannot be allowed to taint our faith. Their ideals and ethos are completely anathema to our own, and to any reasonable model of progress, in both their absurd contempt towards industrial production as it exists in the real world, and especially in their outright contempt for individuality. They would lump even the most brilliant of us with the faceless masses, “standardizing” what should be intensely personal journeys of transition out of our limited flesh. It is in the interest of protecting the Brotherhood that I am saddened to inform you that we will be screening all communications from now on. Please understand that this decision was made to protect you. History has shown our forefathers failing due to the warped influence of heretics. Today, where we are now closer than ever to the Day of Apotheosis, we cannot allow ourselves to falter. For the Reassembly, of God and of our Hearts, Elder Atelier Loom, An emergency has arisen today. One of our historians, Shuttle, has started to frequent the company of Tickers, and we have reason to believe she is providing them with information. You know what to do. I am sorry, Richard Atelier February 15th, 1880 I had a mission today. Though I had never seen her before, she seemed to recognize me - or at least my clothes. That has gotten more commen lately. I do not know how my targets learned of me. I do know they fear me. This was not what I wanted, when I first joined the Unseen Order. Elder Atelier insists that eventually, I will be allowed to move on from this, serve as a bodyguard for a historian in Greece or a preacher in America. He has rejected all my applications so far, though. I am much needed here. The Congress was today. Diaphragm, I apologize for missing the Congress. Sadly, I had to leave for a mission. I wish I could have spoken with you, but I am sure we will have later opportunities. I must admit to be troubled by your words in the congress. What were you thinking [ILLEGIBLE] I must admit I am somewhat troubled by news of your words in the Congress. I understand your time abroad may have made you more susceptible to the Cogwork propaganda, but Diaphragm, they are lying. Please, believe me, I have seen the effect they have in our Brothers and Sisters. They warp them into seeking to abandon us, or worse, fight against us. They seek to destroy everything we have built, everything our grandfather built, and morph it into their standardized nonsense. I do not know what lies they told you to speak as you did in the congress, but I urge you to reconsider the path they intend to lead us on. I apologize if this is too forceful, but I am worried about you, sister. The Elders have been talking of cutting funding for your research, wondering if perhaps you are not being seduced away. You cannot be stuck here like me, you are better than Please, Emma Diaphragm, the Brotherhood would lose too much without your guiding Spark. Love, Brother Loom Brother Loom, I hope this letter finds you well. I know how excited you were for the Congress, so I was saddened when I realized you could not attend it. Please, do not despair. I am sure the Elders will soon realize how much you have to offer to our Brotherhood, how much you have already done for us. As for my words in the Congress, I do not take back anything I said. Yes, it is true the Cogwork Orthodoxy, and all Mekhanite movements of our time, have different views on worship and progress than our own, but I do not believe that means we cannot cooperate with each other. Ultimately, they are just like us, trying to save the God who loves us as He once did for us, trying to make our lost, broken selves whole again, free from this prison, into the true freedom offered to us by our God. Perhaps some of their ideas about who deserves to transition out of this prison do not agree with our own, but should we reject them because of this, instead of taking it as an opportunity to learn? You wanted to learn the truth of this world, Loom, and if there is anything I have learned in my studies, it is that what we believe without reason is truth often blinds us to the real knowledge just outside our reach. Please, do not invoke our grandfather at me again. We never knew him, and he never knew us. It is time we moved on from him, into our own lives. Until next time, Sister Diaphragm October 7th, 1880 I had to kill an engineer today. It seems like that is all I do these days, killing. When I first joined the Unseen Order, I thought it was my chance to be part of my grandfather's legacy. We had been forgotten and thrown aside, but Elder Atelier saw potential in us, saw the strength of our faith and convictions, and he allowed us to serve under him. I have never been happier than when he granted me the same name my grandfather carried, the day he told me I'd protect this Brotherhood as he had protected it. Emma had yet to find success at capturing the Leadership's attention with her work, but with this, maybe I didn't need to. Maybe having been forgotten could be of use to us. I don't know how I feel about it anymore. I don't know if I'm really protecting anything. The Leadership publicly speaks of our incoming victory, yet all I see in their faces is fear. I do not believe the congregation will keep believing those words. I am afraid of what that may mean. Diaphragm, I hope you are feeling better these days. Mills tells me you have expressed concerns over the use of your research. Please, pay no mind to any rumours, and feel joy in the certainty that they are being used for the good of every member of our congregation. Your findings continue to inspire our church, and for the enormous service you have done to our faith, I must thank you. I must unfortunately reject your request for solitary assignment in Belgium. I know you found much success and inspiration in those lands, but your place is alongside your husband first and foremost, and I am sure a girl of your brilliance will succeed in any place she stays, if she so wills. Mills is worried that the company you kept in Belgium may have affected your views, and after your display in the Congress, I am worried too. We both believe that time closer to home will relieve you of these idealistic but misguided views. Please, do not disgrace the legacy of your grandfather by listening to those who would have it destroyed. I look forward to your next communication, Elder Atelier To my Brothers and Sisters, It has come to my knowledge that some of you are questioning the necessity and the ethics of incorporating heretic prisoners into our practices. While I am the first to recognize that this would not be acceptable under normal circumstances, I urge you to remember our current situation. Every day we lose ground to the Cogwork Orthodoxy. Every day we risk our faith losing itself in the claws of those who would reject our uniqueness, those who would equate us to the unimaginative masses. Every human being, even the unbelievers and the disassemblers, carry a unique part of the Divine Spark within them. While it is preferable for people to pursue transcendence on their own, is it not preferable for their Sparks to reunite with the One sooner than for them to be lost until the Day of Apotheosis? Think of this not as harm done to your fellow man, but as allowing them to serve the purpose they were born with, the one only they can do. Through heathen minds, the Brotherhood will seek that which was separated, and lead the rest of humanity into the Unbroken World. For the reassembly of the Harmonious One, Elder Atelier July 9th, 1881 I stood before a mirror today. I know it's a heresy, but I tried to look for my old, flesh self inside it. I could no longer see anything that reminded me of it. Scripture decrees that this is a joyful celebration, the day we finally transcend from our flesh prisons into the glorious machines that enhance our individual spark. I don't feel joyful. I still hear a lot of complaints about what's happening to the prisoners. From those who believe they aren't worthy to be allowed to perceive the Voice of God, to those who find their circumstances unacceptable. I'm afraid I may be sent after them if this carries on. I have looked into the eyes of the prisoners, and I see nothing. Nothing but the servitude towards God that Elder Atelier insists is the true measure of our faith. I wonder if that's what we have to be, mindless servants of the Broken One, nothing left of ourselves but the desire to serve God and Brotherhood. I wonder if that's not what I already am. I haven't heard from Emma in months. I hope she's okay. I hope no one else was sent after her. November 12th, 1881 Another site lost today. It seems that's getting more common. I hear rumours, of people who found Mills. Nothing about Emma, though. We're losing this war, I know we are. I don't know if it's because of the attacks on our homes, or the people who continue to abandon us, but we're losing. The Unseen Order has started to transform our homes. They speak of ambushes and barricades and escape routes. Most of all, they speak of glory and sacrifice. I saw a machine today, one with glyphs I wish I did not recognize, but I did. They spoke of what powered them. They spoke of Divine Sparks and loyalty to the Brotherhood. As I stood among my comrades in arms, I could not help but wonder who among us would have the courage, and who would not. I never knew many of my comrades, but I know who bore those glyphs before. I know who was missing in the meeting. I felt a strange fear come over me as I saw the machine, a fear I could not recognize as my own. Was that how she felt? I have another mission, soon. A small group of Tickers in Liverpool. I'm just glad it's not one of our own anymore. Loom, Diaphragm has gone to the Tickers. We found her inside her room, destroying everything, even burning her research journals. She insulted our Leadership when we tried to stop her, though we managed to protect the other living quarters before she escaped. With her on their side, we must assume every site she knew about is compromised. I leave to warn our Brothers of her deception, even join the fight if it becomes necessary. I remain confident in our victory. As important as she was, Diaphragm was only another small cog in the Brotherhood. We still hold the advantage over the Tickers if we prepare ourselves for the fight. I leave the congregation in your capable hands. They may not know, but no one has protected them as much as you. I am confident you will continue to reward their trust in you. This is the opportunity you have always desired, Loom, the opportunity to honour the legacy of your grandfather by protecting his creation. I trust you will do what must be done, without fear or hesitation. Until the Day of Apotheosis, Elder Atelier March 9th, 1882 We had to seal the door to the chapel today. The Cogwork Orthodoxy overcame the defences of the first level, and invaded even our praying grounds. I could not seal it before one of the prisoners fell. The Tickers looked distraught. My charges no longer trust me. I hear them speak of what could happen to them. I see them look at the prisoners with a new kind of fright. Most of all, I hear the same question when they think I am not listening. I see them in their eyes all the time. “Why?” Why have I not done what the Unseen Order promised yet? I saw the machine with glyphs in my dreams tonight. I never knew her name, and I never will now. I remember our scripture, the promise of our Conversions into Great Machines to serve our Lord and our Brotherhood. I remember the glorious stories of my grandfather's ascension, and I cannot recognize that glory in the fearful machine in my dreams. I don't want to do this. I can't. Jonathan, Please, do not destroy this letter so soon. Give me the chance to explain, and you can decide to burn this or turn it over to the Elders if that is what you desire. But please, read what I have to say before you do it. When I was a girl, I idolized our Leadership. They were the ones guiding our world into the salvation promised to us by our grandfather, and they had allowed us to be a part of that dream, that legacy that had been denied from us for so long. I spent my childhood and adolescence serving them, doing whatever was asked of me, and even when I was free, I spent my time studying, not to sate my curiosity but to make myself more useful for them. I did not complain when they separated us, or when they gave me subpar enhancements despite me designing better ones for them, or when they married me to a man older than our father would have been. I did not complain, because I believed they were ultimately right. I believed they were leading us to salvation, and protecting us from the heretics and disassemblers around us, who would wish nothing more than to destroy us. And then, I actually met these monsters they spoke about. I heard what they had to say about our God, about salvation, about the worth of every person. I saw them lead their lives with the same joy and sadness and hunger for trascendence that defines us, but with none of the fear. More than that, I heard them speak, and I realized they never spoke of us with hate. They did not want to destroy us, Jon. They thought of us as just a strange British take on their worship, perhaps worthy of learning from. They did not attack us first, Jon. We did. We were so scared of them "stealing the faithful away" that we started this war against them. That was what they sent Mills to do in Belgium. That was why they allowed me to keep frequenting them, and what they tried to hide from me by making me return. And I would have remained ignorant, had I not read one of Mills' letters for Elder Atelier. I do not know if my friends are still alive, if they believe I was a part of the attack on them, and I was, after all. Last month, I learned of what the Leadership has done with my research. I had heard the rumours, of course, I had asked them if they were true, and I believed them when they said it was not. I would have kept believing them if I had not seen one of their victims in Manchester. They speak so much of the individual worth of every person, of the divine nature of identity, but they think nothing of stripping people of it when it suits them, they think nothing of enslaving a person's will to them and telling others it was not only necessary, but virtuous. They think nothing of using innocents as slaves, but then again, we already knew that, did we not, Jon? Maybe this is all my research has ever amounted to. Maybe I am just another cog in this cursed machine, but I refuse to be one any longer. I hide this letter in your room, hoping you will find it eventually. I wish I could have spoken with you about this, I wish I could have convinced you to come with me, escape from this place that has only taken from us and made us believe they were doing us a favor by letting bastard children like us work for them, but I could not. I tried, I tried so hard to contact you or see you, but I could not. I am only left with the hope you read this. I hope you do not hate me for this, Jon. Your sister, who loves you very much, Emma Every human carries a unique part of God's divine spark within them. Is it not preferable to accept transcendence and reunite with the Broken One sooner rather than later? Think of it not as death, but as serving the purpose you were born with. The one only you can do. I am the shield of this brotherhood. I am its protector. There is nothing else I desire to be. Nothing else I can be. For the Glory of the Brotherhood, Brother Loom, Shield of our Faith ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6917" by Pachayachachic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6917. Licensed under CC-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: Tucker_House_Fireplace.jpg Author: HABS/HAER/HALS; National Park Service License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fireplace_in_north_wall_of_basement_with_scale._-_Tucker_House,_124_South_Commerce_Street,_Centreville,_Queen_Anne%27s_County,_MD_HABS_MD-1387-14.tif Filename: Balgach-Unknown_Vault.jpg Author: Kecko License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/kecko/30725567091/ Filename: Balgach-Unknown_Vault_2.jpg Author: Kecko License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/kecko/30512611890/ Footnotes 1. A Broken God cult established during the Industrial Revolution, focusing on personal improvement over the collectivist ideals preached by other denominations. 2. Defined as people or objects not present inside SCP-6917 at the time of discovery.
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Item#: 6918 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures As SCP-6918 was discovered post-neutralization, it does not require direct containment. While staff are advised to be on the lookout for similar events, no other occurrences of the precise phenomena of SCP-6918 have been discovered. Disinformation regarding the disappearance of Harley Warren is to be disseminated under standard cover story for persons of interest "St. Agnes's Outsider"1. Analysis of Warren's remains has not revealed any anomalous qualities. Though anomalous circumstances lead to Warren's death, the method by which Warren died was not anomalous. Autopsy did not find anything out of the ordinary for victims of non-anomalous drowning. As such, Harley's remains and belongings (sans journal) have been returned to Warren's family for burial. The precise location of Warren's burial site near Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina, has been recorded for Foundation archives should need arise for disinterment and further analysis. Description SCP-6918 refers to a personal, reiterative temporal anomaly2 affecting Harley Warren between the dates of September 19th, 1989, and February 22nd, 1990. The temporal anomaly is believed to have spontaneously ceased moments prior to or immediately following Warren's death, perhaps as a direct result of it. The precise nature of the anomaly is currently unknown; no other individuals with whom Warren had contact during the events described in his journals seem to have been affected by the anomaly. Further research is required to determine the cause of the anomaly. Research into other missing persons cases in the area has not yielded evidence of similar temporal phenomenon, but investigation into the matter is still ongoing. Addendum 1: Journal Entries The following entries are transcribed from a journal found on Harley Warren's corpse. Prolonged exposure to seawater has rendered almost all of the journal unreadable. Through use of the Sculptor-Hypnos AI, several of the journal entries have been successfully reconstructed. As the precise cause of SCP-6918's activation remains unknown, lead researcher Dr. Uwe has elected to include all successfully recreated entries yielded by Sculptor-Hypnos regardless of perceived relevance in the hopes that some information about SCP-6918's nature may be gleaned from them. + Entry 1, Day 12? - Entry 1, Day 12? For future reference, I'm just guessing how many days it's been. I can't say I even know how many times it took me to realize what was happening. It's kind of terrifying to think that I could have repeated the same day countless times without realizing it. It's not like I haven't seen movies or TV shows where this happens. I always assumed I would have figured it out by the second or third iteration of the same day, but I guess I'm not as clever as I give myself credit for. Sure, everything seems the same, but going into the same job, doing the same work, having the same basic conversations in passing with people isn't really that far out of the ordinary, is it? Honestly, the more terrifying thought is that this isn't a time loop. My life is just that boring, and I'm finally being driven insane by it and becoming paranoid. Even my walks on the beach to "clear my head" don't really do as much as I thought. I've never really given enough self-reflection to notice the habits I've fallen into. My therapist suggested I keep a journal about this feeling. Obviously, she thinks it's just in my head. It probably is. At least this'll prove to me that I'm just imagining things, give me some private validation, or at least just let me vent. + Entry 4, Day 15 - Entry 4, Day 15 I've been keeping this journal in my pocket every time I go to bed at the end of the day, just to be certain. Yesterday (well, the previous today, I guess), I wanted to test something. I wrote out an entry in a separate journal and left that on my bedside table. It was gone when I woke up. I have to keep this journal on me, otherwise I fear I'll lose all record of what's happening. The thought of that is kind of horrifying, to be honest. This feels like my only tether to reality, in a way. If I don't have this to reassure myself it's real, I'll probably go back to thinking I'm just insane and paranoid. Well, no, maybe I wouldn't go crazy without it. Honestly, I'd probably go back to thinking everything was normal for a few days, then come back around to realizing I'm in this loop. I can't say it feels like a waking nightmare being in this loop or anything. It feels fairly normal, really. I've lived the same day countless times before I got stuck in this loop. I've let myself slip into routines, spending every day the same as the last one. I guess I'm only really aware of that in hindsight because I'm living the EXACT same day over and over. I've kind of been letting my life slip past me, haven't I? I'm 34 now? I have to take a moment to remember that. I've stopped paying attention to the years rushing past me. Sure, I've reflected a few times on all of my friends getting married and having kids, but it's not like I've ever wanted that for myself. I don't think I'd be that great of a parent. I'm too short-tempered. I don't think I could deal with all the screaming and crying. After hearing all my friends talk about not getting sleep for months on end and seeing just how chaotic their lives are, I can't say the idea of having a kid ever really appealed to me. This is kind of making me rethink that. Waking up to have everything the same as when I went to bed isn't really new. That's how my life always was. If I don't change something, it won't be different, at least in my apartment. Maybe I should get a dog once life is back to normal. It'd bring some kind of variance into my day. Less difficult than having a kid, but it would keep things from being the same every day. + Entry 7, Day 18 - Entry 7, Day 18 I've managed to convince my therapist I'm not crazy. Sure, I'll have to do it every single time I see her, but it's nice to have someone to confide in. Her middle name is Gloria, and when she was in high school, she'd bring a metal water bottle with milk in it during tests because it felt soothing to her. That's the information she gave me yesterday (it still feels wrong to call it, like, "the previous today" or stuff like that) to convince her. Did she have that planned? Has she had to use that code information before or something? Maybe she just made it up on the spot. Maybe she's just trying to reassure me. Then again, it's not like lying to me would make her a good therapist, would it? Is it better for her to try and help me feel accepted or to not feed into what she might think are delusions? Maybe I should look up stuff about therapy tomorrow so I can figure out if she's being honest with me. Even if she doesn't ACTUALLY believe me, there's not really anything bad that'll happen if I tell her whatever crazy things I'm thinking. It's not like she'll remember them next I see her. I just came to the realization I can use my therapist for therapy, didn't I? God, I'm such a moron sometimes. + Entry 8, Day 19 - Entry 8, Day 19 I keep thinking about dogs, ever since offhandedly mentioning one a few days ago. I can't really go about adopting one. If it requires some kind of background check or anything that keeps it from being a single-day process, there'd be no way for me to even GET a dog until I'm out of this loop. Even if I did, it would probably just be in the pound again as soon as I woke up the next morning. But there's a bit of a solution I've found. See, adopting a dog from the pound might be out of the question, but that doesn't mean I can't go look at them. I can spend time with each dog up for adoption until I find the one that's perfect. Even if it won't remember me when I'm out of this loop, it's not like it'll be that different. Dogs just kind of love people innately, right? So I don't think it'll be difficult for the dog to get just as attached to me as I'll be to it. Thinking about it is kind of exciting. I'll definitely take it with me on my evening beach walks. I bet it'll love that. I don't know if it'll want to go in the water, but it's not like I do either. We can just stare out at the sea together. That'll be good enough. Hell, a dog would probably be a better swimmer than me. Dogs kind of seem to innately know how to swim, but people need to be taught. I guess learning how to swim is another thing I could do while I'm stuck in this loop. I can find a pool to practice in. If I make a fool of myself and need to be rescued by the lifeguard, nobody will know it happened when I wake up the next morning. It's kind of reassuring to know I can't embarrass myself THAT badly while I'm stuck in this loop. + Entry 12, Day 23 - Entry 12, Day 23 I tried out what my therapist suggested yesterday. I don't know why I didn't think of it before, but I guess it WOULD be kind of hard for the pound employees to give every dog the exercise they need. Sure enough, they seemed pretty happy to let me take one of the dogs for a walk. The dog I walked today was named Gus. He's a former racing greyhound. He's pretty shy, but he seems like a sweetheart. He seemed to hate having sand between his paws, though. As soon as we set foot on the beach, he started picking up his feet way more when he walked like he was trying to keep them from touching the sand as much as possible. At least he didn't really stop me from holding his paws to clean them off. There's something comforting about being at the beach with a dog. I'm kind of alone right now, since nobody else seems to know about the loop besides me, at least not as far as I know. Looking out into the ocean, though, hearing the waves lapping at the shore, seeing Gus's tail wagging away… I think it's going to be alright. We'll make it through this together. + Entry 21, Day 38? - Entry 21, Day 38? I let myself slip into a routine, taking Gus out for a walk on the beach in the evenings. I forgot to write in my journal a few times because of it, since I normally wrote my entries while I was at the beach. I hope my estimate of how many days passed is accurate. I don't really have a way of checking. I have to remember to write SOMETHING each day before I go to bed, even if it's just a single sentence. I don't have any other way of marking the days if I don't. Gus still does his funny little high-step when we first reach the sand, so I can tell he's not getting any more used to it. Still, he can't really show confusion when I act familiar towards him. He's just as happy to see me every time. Maybe it's a greyhound thing, maybe it's because he's stuck in a pretty small pen, I dunno. Whatever the reason, when I ask him if he wants to go for a walk, he starts spinning in circles as fast as he can. It's honestly hilarious, super endearing too. I've done this pretty much every time I've seen him, but I haven't gotten tired of it. I said I'd try spending time with different dogs to find the right one, but I kind of fell in love with Gus right away, didn't I? I've taken him for a walk every time. He's really calm, maybe just because he's shy, but it makes him seem that much more comforting for me. There's a feeling of kinship, at least on my end. We're both going through stress. Hell, I bet he feels just as stuck in routine as I do. Every day in the pound is the same for him. Once I'm free from whatever's going on, I'll adopt him. + Entry 99, Day 122 - Entry 99, Day 122 I keep talking about what I'll do when I'm free from whatever's going on, but I've only recently started to realize I have no idea if I'll ever get free at all. I don't know why this started, after all. It's not like I can do anything to figure it out, since nobody else even knows this is happening. Even if I lash out and yell at or hit someone at work, nothing comes from it. I get written up, sure, but nobody remembers it the next morning when I come in. The previous version of the day never happened for them, after all. In every movie or story I've seen about this sort of thing, there's some kind of inciting incident for it all, isn't there? Someone has been making some kind of mistake they need to rectify for their life to return to normal. I've thought about it for a while, but I can't figure out anything of the sort here. My life is just too boring for that. I don't have any huge mistakes to fix or relationships to repair. Everything is just… average. My parents are fine, we've got a good relationship. I don't have any particular friendships with my coworkers, but they're all as disinterested in me as I've been in them. I think they forget about me the second they're off work, really. Besides the time loop making them forget, I mean. It's not like I haven't tried probing them to see if there might be something I hadn't picked up on. I'm pretty sure there's nothing underlying in my relationships with my coworkers that I hadn't noticed before. People are only confused when I show interest in getting to know them or spending time outside of work. I've tried EVERYONE I interact with at work, and none of them seem to regard me as anything more than someone they pass by every day. Then again, that's kind of how I always thought of them, isn't it? I hope I figure something out soon. + Entry 110 Day 141 - Entry 110, Day 141 I've let a few weeks go by without bringing Gus to the beach with me. I think that might be part of why I've been feeling more and more down about this whole loop business. Maybe it's because I've been feeling more down that I haven't bothered to bring him with me. I don't really feel like reflecting on things right now. I've been forgetting to even bother writing entries lately, and I can't bring myself to write more. I guess I'll just leave things off here. Maybe bringing Gus to the beach tomorrow will help me gather the energy to really think about what's going on. + Entry 111, Day 142 - Entry 111, Day 142 I wish I hadn't brought Gus with me. For whatever reason, he bolted as soon as we were on the beach. He's never reacted that way before. He completely tore the leash out of my hand and ran off into the waves. I couldn't really go after him even if I wanted to. I'd probably drown if I tried to swim out into the ocean at all, even when the waves are more tame. I lost sight of him, and no matter how loud I called, I couldn't get him to come back. I stayed until the sun set, but he never showed back up. I couldn't find pawprints in the sand anywhere. He just… vanished. It's well past midnight. I don't know if I've already looped back into the same day or not. I've tried to sleep, but I'm just worried sick about him. I have a sinking feeling that letting myself stay up all night might break the loop, and Gus will really just be gone. It's not like I haven't tried pulling an all-nighter before. It never worked. I always fell asleep at some point and woke up with my alarm the same morning. What if this is the one time it's different? + Entry 112, Day 143 - Entry 112, Day 143 I must have dozed off at some point. I don't know when. It was definitely some time after 5 AM, I remember still being awake then. Considering my alarm goes off at 6:30, I probably didn't get much sleep at all. I don't really feel like it, though. I feel just as well-rested today as I have any other morning. It's 8 AM now. I'm going to be late for work, but I don't care. It won't matter. I need to go to the shelter and see Gus first. + Entry 113, Day 143 (Evening) - Entry 113, Day 143 (evening) Gus wasn't there. They don't have any record of him ever having been at the shelter. The people working there looked at me like I was crazy when I asked about him. They say they've never had a racing greyhound in their care. This is the only time anything has been different in these loops. Why isn't he there? What did I do wrong? Did something happen to him? I mean, I guess I know what probably happened, but I don't want to write it. I feel like putting it into words will make the possibility all that more real. I can't accept that it could be the case. I guess there's a way to test it, but do I have the heart to do it? + Entry 120, Day 149 - Entry 120, Day 149 I let myself run over a squirrel this morning on the way to work. I figured it would be a good test to figure out if something gets removed from the loop when they die. In retrospect, it was an awful thing to do. I killed a squirrel for no reason. I know it's dead. I saw the vultures hanging out by it when I was driving home this evening. I couldn't see the body, but it was in the exact spot where I ran over the squirrel. It's just not likely enough that some other animal would have died in the same spot. I haven't seen any other roadkill pop up (except the deer I pass on the highway every morning, that one is always there), so it had to have been the one I hit. I would rather an animal die to test this than a person, but I have no way of knowing if that particular squirrel disappears or not. There's only one place I know of where I can test to see if a specific animal shows back up after it dies. It would be so easy. If it works, nobody will know it happened. Nobody will know whatever dog I pick ever existed. If it doesn't work, the dog will still be there, and nobody will remember I did that the previous loop. The dogs are just going to be put down anyway so the pound doesn't get overcrowded. I feel awful just for writing this. I don't think I could bring myself to hurt an animal intentionally. I think I'm going to stop writing here. I don't want to keep giving voice to these kinds of thoughts. + Entry 124, Day 153 - Entry 124, Day 153 I tried going to the pound again today. Not for anything nefarious. I just wanted to try walking a different dog to get my mind off of things. I didn't end up taking a dog out. I felt horrible just being in there. The people there might not know me, but I feel like the dogs do. The way they looked at me was so sad. It's like they're mourning. Or maybe they know I thought about hurting them. I couldn't do it. I wasn't there to hurt them, but I couldn't bring myself to even take one for a walk. I'm too worried those thoughts of hurting them will come back. I keep hoping I'll see pawprints on the beach. I keep hoping Gus will show back up. He hasn't, but I feel like I'm less alone when I'm here. If nothing else, I can remember the nicer walks Gus and I had. Maybe he's the one I feel watching me. + Entry 125, Day 154 - Entry 125, Day 154 I couldn't even bring myself to walk past the doors of the pound today. Just thinking about it made me feel sick. I didn't go to the therapy appointment either. It's been a while since I did, honestly. I don't want to talk about these thoughts I've been having. I know she won't remember, but just thinking about discussing it makes me want to curl up and wait for the day to be over. I don't think I have it in me to hurt a living thing on purpose, even to figure out if it'll free them (or me) from this loop. Since having just thought about me fills me with so much guilt, I can only imagine how I'd feel just trying to do it, let alone actually going through with it. + Entry 126, Day 155 - Entry 126, Day 155 I might not be able to hurt another living thing on purpose to test my theory, but there is one thing I think I could hurt without feeling bad. I'll do it tomorrow. I'll rent a fishing boat to take out into the ocean. I'll see if I can't find Gus out there. I think he wants me to come out into the open sea. I think that's what he was trying to tell me. Footnotes 1. The codename for a type of general cover story for anomalous disappearances. Generally, St. Agnes's Outsiders are described as voluntarily going missing or otherwise running away, as this typically dissuades law enforcement from pursuing any immediate or serious investigation. Voluntarily going missing is not a crime in most countries. 2. A type of temporal anomaly in which one or more individuals experience the same period of time repeatedly, with changes only arising from their personal interactions. Individuals who are not the subject of the PRTA typically remain unaffected by events occurring within the anomaly. This is distinct from a localized, reiterative temporal anomaly, or LRTA, wherein everyone contained within the affected area experiences the anomaly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6918" by Agisuru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6918. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Item#: 6919 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Containment Procedures As SCP-6919 is no longer cleared for use by Foundation personnel, containment efforts are to focus instead on identification of anyone suffering symptoms of prolonged SCP-6919 exposure. Such individuals are to be surveilled, but containment of affected individuals is deemed unnecessary in all but the most severe cases. Any individuals claiming to know or be Dr. Alfred Delapore are to be sent for immediate psychological evaluation. Description SCP-6919 is the former Class-D amnestic designated AMN-980. Although individuals exposed to SCP-6919 have exhibited a wide and often conflicting array of responses, commonalities among all sufferers include: affinity for aquatic activities such as swimming and surfing, sporadic appearance of "colored lights" on the edges of their vision, resistance to amnesticization processes and associated implantation of false memories, resistance to hypnotism, loss of sense of self, spontaneous and often inappropriate activation of the mammalian diving reflex1, and renewed faith in divine powers. Individuals suffering from thalassophobia2 have been known to overcome the condition after being repeatedly dosed with SCP-6919. In the most severe cases, individuals have been discovered to possess knowledge of Foundation sites and contained anomalies in areas they have never visited, occasionally far exceeding the level of security to which they have access. In light of Incidents 5389-B-Alpha and 5389-B-Beta3, it is theorized that massive doses of SCP-6919 may either cause temporary physiological changes to the individual or alter the perception of the individual by those around them. At present, this remains purely speculative; testing of this trait has been denied due to the potential for test subjects acquiring sensitive information from SCP-6919's aforementioned anomalous properties. The anomalous qualities of SCP-6919 were only brought to the attention of the Foundation in the wake of the suicide of Dr. Delapore. Having been under Foundation employ for decades, Delapore had been dosed with AMN-980 many times over the years due to the anomalies he worked with. At present, only 91 individuals have been identified in advanced stages of SCP-6919 exposure, the majority of them Foundation personnel or D-class individuals. Addenda Addendum 1: Personal Journal of Dr. Delapore + September 19th, 2019 - September 19th, 2019 I don't know when I started writing my thoughts down in a journal. It feels habitual, like part of my daily routine, but I haven't been able to find any previous entries anywhere on my computer. I am Dr. Alfred Delapore. That is what my ID card states, and considering that it is my photograph on the ID card, I frankly cannot find any reason to doubt that I am indeed Dr. Alfred Delapore. Today, I performed a routine test of an anomaly contained on this site. I do not remember which one I am working with— I know where the containment is located, and I know that knowledge of the object activates it primary anomalous effect. I know that protocol for my assigned anomaly requires me to take Class-H anterograde amnestics prior to testing so that we cannot recall the anomaly and thus cannot activate its anomalous properties. Why, then, does it feel like I've forgotten something? I am aware that working for the Foundation involves routine amnesticization, but this sense of déjà vu doesn't typically accompany that process. I don't think it does, at least. Amnestics typically bestow blissful ignorance— you can't feel you've forgotten something if you don't know it existed to begin with. I will write to remind myself of who I am and what I do. I am Dr. Alfred Delapore. This is my office. This is my journal. This is my job. + September 23rd, 2019 - September 23rd, 2019 I am Dr. Alfred Delapore. I write this journal on a computer registered to my name. To log into this computer, I use a password that only I know. Why I use the password I do is personal, sentimental, and regards personal history of which my coworkers are unaware. Therefore, this must be my computer, this must be my office, and this must be my journal. I work with a cognitohazardous anomaly. Before testing, I take a dose of Class-H anterograde amnestic so I cannot activate the anomaly's effects after testing is complete. Anterograde amnestics only prevent the formation of new memories, and thus they do not have the ability to affect my sense of self. I did not work with my assigned anomaly today. I did not work with my assigned anomaly yesterday. I did not work with my assigned anomaly the day before. I know this because the testing logs do not show any tests performed after September 19th, which is the last time I recall taking the anterograde amnestic. I do not know why I cannot recall anything that happened today prior to sitting down to write this journal. I will leave this journal for my future reference in case these memory issues persist. I will ask my coworkers about my previous activities. Foundation sites are rather securely monitored. Someone will know what I did today. Someone will know what I've forgotten. + September 24th, 2019 - September 24th, 2019 I am Dr. A. Delapore. This is my computer. It sits inside the office I've occupied for nearly a decade atop a desk filled with my belongings. The password to this computer is known only to me. It is a phrase spoken to me by my infant son many years ago, an anecdote I've never spoken of to anyone. As there are no others who could log into this computer, it must be mine, and I must be A. Delapore. Nobody knows what I did yesterday. According to both my coworkers and Foundation records, I am supposed to be on a leave of absence that began on Saturday, September 21st and will end on Monday, September 30th. I do not understand why I would have filed for a leave of absence in the middle of testing an anomaly. We had only just begun our tests. It would not make sense for the researcher in charge of these tests to depart at this time. I will inquire into this oddity tomorrow. I will visit the chambers where the anomaly is tested. I know I have left detailed records there of everything I need to know prior to or following interaction with the anomaly. Perhaps this will lend some insight into my inability to recall the past few days. + September 29th, 2019 - September 29th, 2019 I am Dr. Albert Delapore. This is my computer, which requires my credentials to log in. The password to this computer is a phrase spoken to me by my late son. I have never discussed much about him with my coworkers, and they have been kind enough not to probe about his passing or other details about him. It stands to reason, then, that only I would know the password to this computer, that these memories are my own, and that I am indeed Dr. Albert Delapore. I ended my previous journal entry stating that I would visit the testing area of the anomaly to which I am assigned. Though I recall writing a journal entry about that visit, there are no files on my computer that have been edited since I wrote my journal entry on the 24th of September. This is odd, but less worrying than the inconsistencies within my previous journal entries. I stated I was administered a Class-H amnestic before testing the anomaly to which I am assigned. This is wholly untrue; the properties of the anomaly affect early memories, thus Class-D amnestics are used after interacting with the anomaly in order to counteract its effects. Inability to remember the identity of the anomaly in question is a result of the destruction of memories that the anomaly had altered. I do not know why my journal entries are wrong. This has always been the procedure for the tests I performed. Has someone tampered with my journal? It wouldn't exactly make sense, since the last time the document was edited was night of September 24th, at the time I recall sitting down to write it. Why, then, are there inconsistencies? + September 30th, 2019 - September 30th, 2019 I am Dr. A. Delapore. The computer from which I write is registered under my name, and the password used to log into it comes from the last conversation I had with my son before he drowned. Nobody else knows how my son died; all I've ever told them is that he passed before I began working with the Foundation. Today was supposed to be the day I returned from the leave of absence that I did not schedule. I followed the same path I always have to reach the containment area for my assigned anomaly, but I found it empty. There were no records of it ever having been occupied, despite the fact I was there working just last week. As I think back on my actions during the day, I realize I cannot recall the faces of anyone I passed by or spoke to. I only remember seeing colored lights hovering in my vision, obscuring their faces. It was as if I had been staring into the sun just moments before. As I think back to previous days, all conversations I remember having are shrouded by the same blindness. Why didn't I write that in my journals? It's quite hard to ignore. Is this new? I remember experiencing this previously, but at the same time it feels unfamiliar. + October 2nd, 2019 - October 2nd, 2019 I am Dr. Delapore, but I did not write that previous entry. The information contained within is accurate, but I was not in my office at all on September 30th. The events described in the journal occurred yesterday, yet the document was last edited before any of it happened. Furthermore, there was a guard standing in front of my office, with whom I had to argue for several minutes in order to be allowed in. He did not seem to accept, for whatever reason, that I was Dr. Delapore, despite the fact that I am indeed Dr. Delapore. I have, however, discovered the reason behind the absence of the testing site for my anomaly: I am in the wrong Foundation site. It is puzzling indeed that my office is located somewhere entirely different from where I work, but it is more puzzling that the location of my office and the location where I perform my tests are hours apart by car. How, then, do I remember writing entries into my journal mere minutes after performing tests? I know I did not move this computer, nor did I use a different one. I will have to investigate tomorrow. After all, I have testing scheduled, so I will have to be at the proper site for it. + October 7th, 2019 - October 7th, 2019 I am Delapore, though I have been stripped of the title of "doctor". I was arrested attempting to enter the site where my anomaly is contained. I remember being there less than a month prior, yet I am told that the area is strictly off-limits, and that it has been for nearly a year and a half. Site-109, I am told, collapsed into the ocean in April of last year. I am being kept in my office under guard, but they have graciously allowed me access to my personal computer, albeit only under strict supervision. Every word I type is overseen, but I cannot see the face of the person watching me. All I see is a hovering flame, blinding me from discerning any of his features. I don't believe he's even reacting to anything I write. I stood up. I walked around the office. I even left for a moment to grab coffee, and I did not announce my departure beforehand. The guard is gone. I don't know when he vanished, but the only thing in the place where he had stood is the flame that had been obscuring his face. It almost seems to be beckoning me towards the window, urging me to leave. Perhaps I'll follow it. Clearly, something is wrong here, if this guard is so willing not to do his job. Addendum 2: Summary of Incidents 5389-B-Alpha and 5389-B-Beta On October 8th, 2019, an individual initially identified as Dr. Alfred Delapore (hereafter referred to as SCP-6919-A) attempted entry into the restricted area surrounding SCP-5389-B and was summarily detained. Despite the claims made in his journal, he had never attempted entry to SCP-5389-B prior to this, nor was he ever previously detained by the Foundation. Furthermore, there exist no records of any guard having been posted outside of Dr. Delapore's office; no security staff on-site recall conversations or events similar to what was described in Delapore's October 2nd or October 7th journal entries. Later that evening, SCP-6919-A was found deceased within his cell. Autopsy revealed a lethal quantity of SCP-6919 in his system; cause of death was ruled to be suicide. Following the events of December 15th, 2019, SCP-6919-A's corpse was exhumed. Investigation found that they were not Dr. Alfred Delapore, but instead a D-class individual that had been on-site during the collapse of SCP-5389-B. Investigation into how they escaped the collapse is ongoing. On December 15th, 2019, Dr. Alfred Delapore was once again detained attempting to enter the secure perimeter around SCP-5389-B. Following his detainment, Dr. Delapore was found dead in a similar manner to SCP-6919-A. Autopsy revealed a lethal dose of SCP-6919 within his system; cause of death was ruled to be suicide. Investigation into the personal belongings of Dr. Delapore revealed that several journal entries had been written on his computer in the time between SCP-6919-A and Dr. Delapore being detained at SCP-5389-B's perimeter. Addendum 3: Further Personal Journals of Dr. Delapore + November 3rd, 2019 - November 3rd, 2019 I am Dr. Alfred Delapore. This is my computer, but how it came to be in this strange office is beyond my knowledge. The password and account name are the same as I remember them being. I do not believe that anyone else knows these credentials, but clearly, I am wrong. Though the previous entries describe details of my personal life and actions within the Foundation, it was not I who wrote them. I do not know where I have been the past year. I recall a containment breach at my Foundation site. I recall water rushing into the facility as alarm bells sounded, as many of our containment procedures spontaneously failed. I remember the creatures rushing in— faceless, hairless hounds; four-legged beasts with an additional pair of twisted arms sprouting from their necks. I recall the way they bayed and cried as they dragged people into the rising waters, the horde rushing at us faster and more fearsome than any tidal wave. I do not know how I came to be in this office. I do not know how I escaped Site-109. All I know is that something important to me had been contained there. I need to go back. + November 22nd, 2019 - November 22nd, 2019 I am Dr. Alfred Delapore. I have worked for the Foundation since the day my son was taken into their care; they deemed me the best person to study his anomalous properties, since only I am immune to their effects. He alters the memories of those who interact with him, but he cannot alter mine, since he is already such a prominent figure in them. Perhaps he is simply unwilling to alter my memories. Perhaps he already did alter them. To be honest, I'm not certain. I leave this entry as record of my existence. While I was the best suited to studying my son, I was not the only one who worked with him. In 2015, we had extracted a compound from the secretions of another anomaly at the same site, SCP-5389-A. Initially, it was believed to function similar to common psychedelic drugs, though over time we found that, when metabolized by certain enzymes found in the livers of SCP-5389-A, it would produce a substance known as AMN-980. The compound immunized individuals against memory-altering effects, though it did so by erasing affected memories. This was how other individuals were able to work with me in my studies, as it negated my son's anomalous effects. I remember this all vividly, yet I cannot find any documentation concerning my son. His designation belongs instead to an anomaly I do not recall ever existing. AMN-980, too, does not have any documentation. It is not mentioned among lists of current or retired amnestics, it is not listed among our documents on assorted anomalous compounds, and the secretions of SCP-5389-A are never referred to within their documents. I know my memories to be true. Why am I the only one who recalls this? + December 14th, 2019 - December 14th, 2019 My son is calling to me. My son, for whom I joined the Foundation, for whom I toiled endlessly to cure of his condition, who I remember being pulled under the rising tide as Site-109's supports buckled, is calling my name. These lights in my vision, the ones that hide others from me, I finally have come to understand. They are here to guide me, to pull my focus away from other people, to keep the only face fresh in my memory that of my son. My son is alive, but not for long. Site-109 has collapsed, so He must be trapped within it. I don't know how, but He's in there, clinging desperately to life. I hear His cries, I hear Him splutter as He chokes on seawater. I know His time is growing short. I must go there. I must find Him. I am Dr. Delapore, and my son is drowning in Site-109. Footnotes 1. A series of physiological changes typically associated with aquatic or semiaquatic mammals characterized by a slowing of heart rate and restriction of bloodflow to preserve oxygen for critical areas of the body, typically triggered in response to submersion in water. 2. Fear of deep water. 3. 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CarminestheBest Written by CarminestheBest Please, come read more over at the Best Place of Stuff. Item#: 6920 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Current state of SCP-6920-1. Special Containment Procedures: All 23 instances of SCP-6920 are currently kept within a Cold Storage Containment Unit inside Site-16. SCP-6920-1 is currently under constant watch by a surveillance system ran and supervised by Shamus.aic1. The systems have been fitted with ectovision lenses capable of viewing the spectral entities roaming the location of SCP-6920-1 when said entities do not make themselves visible. See updated procedures. Updated Procedures: Director Deacon2 was allowed to put SCP-6920-A, -B, and -C under protective custody of the Foundation in light of Incident-6920-01, and all three entities have been moved to Site-16. They are currently kept inside Incorporeal Humanoid Holding Chambers, in Cell block 13 on Sublevel 04. Description: SCP-6920 designates 23 light-green bottles containing an anomalous alcoholic beverage sold under the name "Ectoplashine". All SCP-6920 instances currently exhibit a teal-colored luminescence, and continuously exhibit this effect until less than 15% of the substance is left inside the bottle or the 15% is poured out. To date, attempting to test for any other ingredients used in SCP-6920 has yielded no results. Currently contained instances of SCP-6920. Upon consuming any amount of SCP-6920, the following effects will take place; Extremely dilated pupils. Green tinted vision. Translucent abdominal area. Green and illuminated saliva. Most notably, however, is the ability to view spectral, incorporeal, and intangible entities that may have previously appeared invisible to them. This state lasts for a total of one hour and fifteen minutes, after which subjects will revert to their normal appearances and lose the previously mentioned ability. The effects will take place upon consuming SCP-6920 again. SCP-6920-1 is the location where SCP-6920 was manufactured and where entities -A through -D were found. The location exhibits no anomalous phenomenon. See the History section for more information. SCP-6920-A, -B, -C, and -D are spectral humanoid entities who all previously worked for GoI-00193 in different states. They are intangible, capable of manifesting and demanifesting at will, and are capable of freely moving through most physical objects. They are able to levitate, however all four appear to prefer to "walk". History: SCP-6920-1 is an abandoned wooden shack located in the northeastern plains of Kansas, built near the Oregon Trail sometime in the 1820s. The shack reportedly served as both the residential home of the Echeverría family and, primarily during the 1830s, as a stopping point for travelers walking the trail. The home was abandoned in 1858 when the last remaining member of the Echeverría family died of a heart attack. During the 1910s, GoI-0019 came into possession of SCP-6920-1 and served as a standard moonshining operation from 1921 to 1922. During these years, a known eight to nine members of GoI-0019 worked to manufacture types of antique alcohol, which were promised to be "entirely original and foreign". In mid-1923, multiple deaths occurred during a brief moment of infighting. For an unknown reason, four of the members returned as translucent, intangible entities, and started to produce SCP-6920. SCP-6920 was sold throughout the 1920s in various speakeasy locations around the United States, primarily in the states of Kansas, Nebraska, Missouri, Iowa, and Illinois4. Despite this, the sell of SCP-6920 was almost entirely located in Kansas itself. The location eventually attracted the attention of other members of GoI-0019, and it was once more put into their possession and back into business. In 1930, through unknown sources, the location was identified by agents of the Bureau of Prohibition and was subsequently raided then shut down. Approximately nine members of GoI-0019 were arrested, however SCP-6920-A through -D were not detained as they remained invisible to the bureau agents. According to the spectral entities, the entities had passed the time by playing cards and learning various instruments. It is assumed that due to the recent rise of paracriminal activity in the United States since 1998, the entities attempted to restore their business, which led to their discovery by Foundation agents. Discovery: SCP-6920 and SCP-6920-1 came to the Foundations attention in late 1999, where reports of "glowing green jugs" appearing in various locations around Kansas City and other neighboring cities and towns started to gain traction among the local media. Instances were acquired and witnesses were amnesticized while Foundation Field Agents were ordered to investigate further, where they discovered that the entities had started manufacturing SCP-6920 instances again in light of the recent rise of paracriminal activity in the area. The operation was shut down again, and SCP-6920-A through -D were successfully contained within the perimeters of SCP-6920-1. Below is all the relevant information on SCP-6920-A through -D. [SCP-6920-A through -D Profiles] [Close] 6920-A 6920-B 6920-C 6920-D Final Interview: 11/27/99 6920-A, Circa 1919. Name: John Jacob Burke Date of Birth: Unspecified, 1880 Date of Death: July 16th, 1923 Physical Description: African American male, aged 43. Bald. Wears a three piece suit with dress pants and polished black boots. Often seen smoking a pipe or attempting to play a harmonica when manifested. Often seen manifesting in one of the living room chairs inside SCP-6920-1. Overview: Became affiliated with GoI-0019 in the state of Georgia as a broker for black market trade in 1917 under the promise that they would be protected from KKK activists in the area. Worked as a broker in the area until 1919 where they were relocated to Kansas to sell and advertise rare moonshine and other various forms of antique alcoholic beverages to local crime gangs and speakeasy's in the area. Reportedly became close friends with the DiGiovanni brothers, John Lazia, and Tom Pendergast5 and secured GoI-0019 a foothold in local criminal activities in Kansas City. After 1923, SCP-6920-A lost any and all previous connections in Kansas, and worked primarily for GoI-0019 until 1930. Interview 6920-A: 11/05/99 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Thorpe: Hello, 6920-A. How has your day been? SCP-6920-A: Good. And please, call me Burke. Dr. Thorpe: Very well then, Mr. Burke6. I'm Dr. Thorpe, and I'm here to interview you on a few things, particularly your time with an organization we know as GoI-0019. SCP-6920-A: What, the Machine? Dr. Thorpe: No. I'm referring to the other crime syndicate you once worked for. SCP-6920-A: Oh, yeah. Them. Why? Dr. Thorpe: It's just what we need to know. And being cooperative could yield for some better living standards. <SCP-6920-A sniffs the air, recoils, then nods.> SCP-6920-A: I haven't seen anyone else from them in years. Whatever I know is probably worthless. Dr. Thorpe: Lucky for you, that's what we need. We need to know about your decision to work almost exclusively in Kansas, and with the Machine. SCP-6920-A: That's a bit of a tricky one to answer. For one, it was just easy enough to weasel our way in with the local mafia and the Machine. I talked to everyone, see? I got us customers, then acquaintances, then colleagues, then opportunities, and then close friends. I could sweet talk a kid into giving me his lollipop. Dr. Thorpe: But why not start business in some of the hotspots during that time? Like Chicago or New York? SCP-6920-A: Well, we did. To an extent. We had smugglers going back and fourth between some of the nearby states and cities, including Chicago. We weren't big, small even, but we were noticeable. We sold antiquities that no one else had, the ingredients and instructions supplied to us from outside Kansas. But that was before '23. Dr. Thorpe: Before you died? SCP-6920-A: Yeah. We started making Ectoplashine after that, some real good shit that legitimately no one else had. Oh, how I miss those days. Dr. Thorpe: Our records show your connections with the Machine fell after that incident. Any reason why? SCP-6920-A: Easy. Pendergast, and I quote, didn't think "weird shit" was gonna be as profitable as it is. It was the only one of the two setbacks we really ever had. Dr. Thorpe: So then, let me ask again, why not Chicago? SCP-6920-A: That brings me to our next setback. You don't think we tried to get into Chicago? Some of us already knew about Chappell and the Spirit, we knew what went on in Chicago. And for us that knew, it was out of our league. Well, mostly. Dr. Thorpe: Mostly? SCP-6920-A: Some Renegades7 stole some stashes of our good shit and tried to sell it out in Chicago and Manhattan. Chappell didn't like that, so he made sure we stayed out of that city. Hell, the whole damn state was made off limits. We just weren't ready for a competition like that, not with a bunch of hotheads like the Spirit. Dr. Thorpe: Is that all? No other particular reason? SCP-6920-A: Well, from what I heard, our boss's boss didn't have a good relationship with Chappell either. I heard he did something wrong, something stupid. Dr. Thorpe: And what can you tell me about him? SCP-6920-A: Nothing. Sorry, but I don't know a damn thing about him besides that he messed up bad. Dr. Thorpe: Well, that's unfortunate. But anyhow, thank for your time Mr. Burke. I'll see what I can do for those new room arrangements. SCP-6920-A: Sure thing, doc. [END LOG] 6920-B, Circa 1918. Name: Amy "Small Scout" Kindle Date of Birth: January 18th, 1891 Date of Death: July 16, 1923 Physical Description: Caucasian woman, aged 32. Blonde hair. Wears a long, brown fur coat, a matching hat, and a leather satchel filled with a variety of items8. Often manifests within the bathroom of SCP-6920-1, where they can be seen applying makeup or posing in front of the wall mirror. Overview: SCP-6920-B joined GoI-0019 as a Mapper9 due to their extensive knowledge on the surrounding area of their hometown and state, Wisconsin. SCP-6920-B in particular was reassigned to SCP-6920-1 in 1921 for unspecified reasons, but their experience as a Mapper allowed them to become an integral part of the small operation. After their death in 1923, SCP-6920-B continued to serve as a Mapper until the operation was officially shut down in 1930. Evidence suggests they may have knowledge of several other operations in the Kansas area, however they have so far refused to disclose any additional information on the subject. Interview 6920-B: 11/07/99 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Thorpe: Miss Kindle? <SCP-6920-B, who had been applying makeup in the mirror, is startled by Dr. Thorpe.> SCP-6920-B: Oh, goodness! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Who might you be? Dr. Thorpe: I'm Dr. Thorpe, I'm with the Foundation. I'm here to ask you a few questions. <SCP-6920-B appears visibly disappointed.> SCP-6920-B: Oh. Fine. What do you want? Dr. Thorpe: I understand you were a scout for this place, correct? SCP-6920-B: They use the term Mapper for people like me. I went out to the woods, looked for some trails, maybe an abandoned road or two, and made it profitable for us. Standard work. Dr. Thorpe: And as I understand it, you had been transferred here for…what reason? SCP-6920-B: Ah, well, I don't know that one. "B" wouldn't tell me. Dr. Thorpe: "B"? SCP-6920-B: "B" was my boss back then. None of us knew his real name, so we called him "B". For boss. Dr. Thorpe: Did he ever directly contact any of you? SCP-6920-B: Well if it was one of us, it was Hitchcock. Dr. Thorpe: And why him specifically? SCP-6920-B: He was the liaison between us and "B", he was the only one who ever talked to him. Plus, he was the one that originally started this place up, so he had that special spot around here. Dr. Thorpe: Did Hitchcock ever say anything about "B" in particular? SCP-6920-B: Well…no, uh, no. He didn't tell, we didn't ask. We were just satisfied to get paid. Dr. Thorpe: Right. This brings me to my next question. Mr. Burke told me that your boss had a boss. Is there anything you know about that, perhaps? SCP-6920-B: My boss had a boss? Dr. Thorpe: You didn't know this? SCP-6920-B: Surely not! If I had known that, I… <SCP-6920-B stops talking and moving.> Dr. Thorpe: Miss Kindle? SCP-6920-B: Hmm? Was I saying something? I'm terribly sorry, my head just got all foggy and what not, haha. What were we talking about? Dr. Thorpe: We may have a problem. [END LOG] 6920-D, Circa 1920. Name: Liu Zhihao Date of Birth: Unspecified, 1897 Date of Death: July 16th, 1923 Physical Description: Chinese immigrant, aged 26. Black hair. Seen manifesting in a variety of different clothing, most often poor in quality. Rarely every manifests inside SCP-6920-1, instead choosing to manifest specifically on the back porch of the location. Typically seen reading the same issue of newspaper on the back porch of SCP-6920-1. Overview: SCP-6920-C became affiliated with GoI-0019 in 1914 after members of the group smuggled them and their family into New York state, although the specific location is unknown. Entity's family could not at the time pay for the service, and SCP-6920-C was forced into the group as a means to work off their dept. They worked as a drug mule from 1915 to 1920, until they were moved to SCP-6920-1 to work on the manufacturing of antique moonshine. After 1923, SCP-6920-C supposedly aided in the manufacturing of SCP-6920 until 1930. Interview 6920-C: 11/10/99 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Thorpe: Hello, Mr. Zhihao? SCP-6920-C: Hm? <SCP-6920-C does not look up from the newspaper.> Dr. Thorpe: I'm Dr. Thorpe, I'm with the Foundation. I'm here to ask you a few questions. SCP-6920-C: Ah. Yeah. Go ahead, yeah, it's a boring day anyways. Dr. Thorpe: I can imagine. Do you mind if I ask about the product you helped make here? SCP-6920-C: I don't, no. Go ahead. Dr. Thorpe: I'd mainly like to know one thing. How exactly did you make it? SCP-6920-C: Only Mr. Hitchcock knows that. Dr. Thorpe: Yet I understand you helped make it with him? SCP-6920-C: He said I was too young to keep secrets. Dr. Thorpe: So? SCP-6920-C: So he made me forget. Dr. Thorpe: I see. Do you remember anything at all? SCP-6920-C: Not much. I remember very little, it was very long ago. Dr. Thorpe: I reckon you don't want to talk right now either, do you? <SCP-6920-C shakes their head and flips to the next page of the newspaper.> SCP-6920-C: Busy reading. Dr. Thorpe: Surely you've already read that newspaper a hundred times over. SCP-6920-C: It's the only thing to read around here. Dr. Thorpe: I see. I'll leave you to it, then. <As Dr. Thorpe is leaving, SCP-6920-C speaks up.> SCP-6920-C: The rest know. Dr. Thorpe: Know what? SCP-6920-C: How Mr. Hitchcock makes the ghost drink. <Before Dr. Thorpe can ask further, SCP-6920-C demanifests.> [END LOG] 6920-D, Circa Unknown. Name: Jeremy Hitchcock Date of Birth: Unknown Date of Death: July 16, 1923 August 8th, 2002 Physical Description: Caucasian male, aged 39. Black slicked back hair. Wore a hat with a variety of other clothing, oftentimes mismatched. Previously manifested in the basement of SCP-6920-1, where he would smoke cigars and listen to a nearby record player. Overview: SCP-6920-D was the previous head of the of the SCP-6920-1 operation and liaison between the members of the operation and the individual known as "B". Their position of leadership, however ,had been disputed between all four entities for years. SCP-6920-D reportedly started the business by themselves in 1916, but garnered the attention of the individual known as "B" and was offered a place in GoI-0019. After the incident in 1923, through currently unknown means, SCP-6920-D became the only one who knew the exact ingredients and instructions of how to make SCP-6920. It is still unknown why they decided to manufacture SCP-6920 specifically. Update: As of Incident-6920-01, SCP-6920-D is deceased. Interview 6920-D: 11/15/99 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Thorpe: Mr. Hitchcock? SCP-6920-D: Go away. I'm enjoying myself. Dr. Thorpe: I'm Dr. Thorpe, I'm with the Foundation. I'm here to ask you a few questions. SCP-6920-D: Didn't you hear me? I said piss off. Dr. Thorpe: Don't you get tired of listening to the same songs everyday? If you comply, I can maybe arrange you a collection of vintage records. SCP-6920-D: What makes you- Dr. Thorpe: <Interrupting> With added benefits. A new room perhaps? Somewhere not as bad as here. <SCP-6920-D mumbles something, goes quiet, then faces Dr. Thorpe.> SCP-6920-D: Fine, deal. What might the mighty Thorpe need to know from me? Dr. Thorpe: Your boss, Miss Kindle called him "B". What can you tell me about them? SCP-6920-D: I assume she's dead by now, so I'll spill. Firstly, "B" was a she, and her name was Jane Carter, but some of us- including me- called her J.C. She didn't quite like the people working for her knowing she was a woman either, so she hid herself under the names of J.C. to some, and then "B" to others. Dr. Thorpe: Right. What else about her? SCP-6920-D: Smart. Tough. And by God, she was beautiful. Funny story, there was one time where- Dr. Thorpe: About her involvement in the organization you were both working in. SCP-6920-D: Ah, that. Well what all do you know? Dr. Thorpe: They're a criminal syndicate going by the name "Syndicate of 85". They sell all kinds of anomalous antiques, services, and run businesses like speakeasys and lounges. SCP-6920-D: Well, that's not quite the Underworld I knew. Dr. Thorpe: Underworld? SCP-6920-D: When I first heard of them, they went by "The Underworld Criminal Syndicate of the United States of America". Long ass name, and everyone I knew shortened it to Underworld instead. Dr. Thorpe: And when was this? SCP-6920-D: Before '23, that's what they went by. After that, well…there was something of a decline between then and now, with 'now' more specifically meaning back in '39. Right after the Spirit fell. Dr. Thorpe: Interesting. We'll come back to this, but I have another question for you. The other two have mentioned that your boss had a boss as well. Mr. Burke said he and Richard Chappell did not have a good relationship. I'd like to know what happened, and out of the three, you seem to know. SCP-6920-D: That's actually a pretty funny story. See, it started out as a rumor one day back in 1920. "Oh, someone crossed Chappell", "Hey, you guys are screwed, the Spirit is coming", shit like that. So I ask J.C. what the fuck is going on, right? But she's got this absolutely piss-your-pants scared look on her face and she's panicking, trying to get some shit packed in a bag. She tells me, "He fucked up bad this time, Chappell is chasing us out of Chicago, and he's coming for the rest of us in the states. Brick and Kat are already dead. I'm leaving." Dr. Thorpe: I don't suppose she went into any further detail? SCP-6920-D: Something about the boss knowing about someone or something that he wasn't supposed to know. But that was it. That was the last time I saw her. It's funny because, in the end, Chappell never came for anyone else. Dr. Thorpe: And what did your boss do? SCP-6920-D: I don't know what he did to set off Chappell, but it was enough to the point that he got scared and fled the country. And when he did decide to make himself relevant again, I'm pretty sure he didn't even know we were out here. We didn't hear anything about it 'till '99, and that's when you guys swooped in. Dr. Thorpe: I can assume you don't know much on this individual, then? SCP-6920-D: Well, not exactly. There's some stuff everyone is allowed to remember. Dr. Thorpe: Allowed to remember? SCP-6920-D: That's just the way he works. Dr. Thorpe: Then, what are you allowed to tell me? SCP-6920-D: Not much. Just what everyone says about him. A man shrouded in mystery. An outlaw from a bygone era. A sweet talker who could convince you to buy anything. A gambler with quite the string of luck. Stuff like that. Dr. Thorpe: Anything more specific? SCP-6920-D: Only two things in particular, really. Firstly, no one could ever tell what color his eyes were. Dr. Thorpe: As in they never got a clear look? SCP-6920-D: No, like it was a color you couldn't see. Unrecognizable. Dr. Thorpe: Well, that's a little intriguing. And the second thing? SCP-6920-D: He was unnaturally pale. Dr. Thorpe: Pale? Like they had albinism? SCP-6920-D: Albinism? Dr. Thorpe: Like they are an albino, a condition where- SCP-6920-D: <Interrupting> Whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck did you say? Dr. Thorpe: They…are an albino? SCP-6920-D: Oh my God. Dr. Thorpe: Is there a problem? SCP-6920-D: That was his name. Albino. Dr. Thorpe: Albino? I think I recognize the name, I believe we have a file on him. SCP-6920-D: You son of a bitch! You made me talk! Dr. Thorpe: What? I didn't- SCP-6920-D: Holy shit, I'm a fucking dead man. <SCP-6920-D demanifests.> [END LOG] After managing to have all four entities manifest inside the living room of SCP-6920-1, Dr. Thorpe conducted the final interview with SCP-6920-A through -D. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6920-D: You'd better have a damn good reason for making me be here in my final moments, doc. SCP-6920-A: Final moments? What? SCP-6920-D: Shut up. Dr. Thorpe: If you two would kindly quiet down, I'm here to ask two final questions for you all. SCP-6920-A: Last time you made me go through a questionnaire, you promised me a new room. This isn't a new room. Where's my new room? SCP-6920-B: He promised you a new room? Dr. Thorpe: The request is going through, we're a very busy department10. SCP-6920-C: <Without looking up from their newspaper> Hurry and ask question then. Dr. Thorpe: The first I'll ask is what happened on July 16th, 1923? SCP-6920-A: We had a disagreement. Then a shootout. We died. We came back. SCP-6920-B: Not that we know why, we just are. Dr. Thorpe: Yes, yes, I understand that. I mean, what was the disagreement? What was it that actually happened? SCP-6920-B: Well it was…huh. I can't remember. SCP-6920-A: Really? We had an argument over…well, fuck me. I don't know either. SCP-6920-C: I don't remember either. <SCP-6920-D sighs loudly.> SCP-6920-D: That was the day we all learned that the big man had left the Underworld. Which meant two things to us. Those who would keep following him, and those who would try other places. Dr. Thorpe: And you all shot each other over it? SCP-6920-D: Well, kind of. Us four decided to try and find opportunities somewhere else, but Jimmie, Linda, Martha, and Henry decided against us. They wanted to go out and find him, but the rest of us knew that wherever that was, Chappell was already there. SCP-6920-A: I can remember it now, yeah. Yeah, Jim punched me when I tried to leave, shouted something about us droppin' the dime11. Which was, of course, untrue. SCP-6920-B: And then our fight ended with a draw. All of us had a shooter on us, even Liu had one. Doesn't seem to have mattered, though. Dr. Thorpe: Then…where are the other four ghosts? SCP-6920-C: Only ever us. SCP-6920-B: Liu is right. To our knowledge, we were the only four who came back. Dr. Thorpe: Hm. Well, I suppose that's a satisfactory answer. SCP-6920-D: We aim to please. Now, your second question? What was it? Dr. Thorpe: Right. Well, we'd like to know how you managed to make SCP- <Pauses> Ectoplashine. <Silence for twenty seconds.> SCP-6920-D: No. SCP-6920-B: I mean, come on. Does it even matter anymore? SCP-6920-D: I said no! SCP-6920-A: And who put you in charge? SCP-6920-D: The boss did! SCP-6920-A: Boss ain't around no more! SCP-6920-B: Jeremy, it's been seventy years. No one even remembers us anymore. SCP-6920-A: And if they did, they would've gotten to us earlier. <Silence for another ten seconds.> SCP-6920-D: <Sighs> Fine, okay. Whatever. Dr. Thorpe: Good. Then, would you mind explaining? SCP-6920-D: Well, let's get this straight. I lied. Dr. Thorpe: About what? SCP-6920-D: Just hold on, doc. There were eight of us. Eight of us died. Dr. Thorpe: Yes. And? SCP-6920-D: And the main ingredient in Ectoplashine is, of course, ectoplasm. Dr. Thorpe: As we understand it, yes. How is this- SCP-6920-D: <Interrupts> There used to be eight ghosts, too. <Silence for one minute.> Dr. Thorpe: Oh. SCP-6920-D: Yeah. "Oh". [END LOG] Addendum: Incident-6920-01 On 08/08/02, all cameras within SCP-6920-1 suddenly ceased functionality. Attempts to contact the guards that were, at the time, stationed at SCP-6920-1 failed. Agents from Mobile Task Force Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") and a team from Liaison-5 ("The Hawkshaws") were able to report to the location approximately two hours after the camera feeds cut off, which had been restored thirty minutes after ceasing function. Upon reaching the destination, the guards that had been stationed at the location had been killed via gunshots to the head. Upon entering SCP-6920-1, all agents found SCP-6920-A, -B, and -C gathered around a puddle of ectoplasm in the basement. Entities claimed they heard SCP-6920-D yelling, followed by a gunshot, but did not hear any previous gunshots. Among the pile was a piece of paper akin to a calling card, the text of which as been transcribed below. [Open Transcript] [Close] Let this serve an example to the rest of you ghost fuckers. No one talks shit about me and gets away with it. Not even the dead. - The Albino Man12 Shortly thereafter, SCP-6920-A through -C were then transferred to Site-16 and have been placed under protective custody by the Foundation. Further interviews found entities -A through -C had forgotten all knowledge on the existence of PoI-0023, although remember that SCP-6920-D had been murdered. As of 2002 there has been no activity from SCP-6920-1 since the incident, and no other SCP-6920 instances have been found. Surveillance of the location, however, has continued. An investigation concerning the reappearance of SCP-6920-A through -D inside SCP-6920-1 has been, until further activity from the location has been detected, postponed. Addendum: On 08/17/02, the transcript was moved to the office of Dr. Montgomery13 as part of the renewed investigation efforts against PoI-0023. Footnotes 1. Foundation AIC unit currently assigned to Site-16. 2. Director of the Department of Paracrime. 3. "Syndicate of 85", known paracriminal organization and business rival of GoI-001 ("Chicago Spirit") 4. There was notable resistance from GoI-001 to prevent the selling of SCP-6920 in Illinois, primarily in Chicago. 5. All high ranking members of the Kansas City Mafia and the Pendergast Machine crime groups, respectively. 6. From this moment forward, Dr. Thorpe was given permission to refer to the entities by their given names for the purpose of information extraction. 7. A Syndicate specific term for rouge members. 8. Items have ranged from perfume, lipstick, paper and coin currency, handkerchiefs, .22 caliber bullets, a .22 pistol, and other types of items from the 1920s. To note, the satchel is not large enough to carry all of the specified items at once. 9. A Syndicate specific term for members who map out secret or unknown roads and trails for the group. 10. Dr. Thorpe has made no such request. 11. Term used to refer to someone giving out information about someone else's unlawful activities, normally to local authorities. 12. Known to the Foundation as PoI-0023. 13. Head of Operations within the DoP.
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Item#: 6921 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6921 is held within a hangar located at Site-19. Observation of SCP-6921 is to be done remotely to prevent external interface during behavioral study. To further study its behavior, small mammals are to be released within its cell on a bi-weekly basis. Description: SCP-6921 refers to a 4m tall spherical automaton composed of common metal alloys and complex circuitry. SCP-6921 is suspended by 20 mechanical appendages resembling elongated human arms. These limbs are incredibly dexterous; housing an abundant amount of joints to help it traverse environments and track prey. They are capable of extending far beyond what its design would suggest. On top of 6921’s sphere lies an inoperable hatch as well as a retractable input chamber directly beneath. X-ray analysis has revealed the deceased remains of Jesse B. Court. Whenever SCP-6921 locates organic matter1, it will begin navigating towards it and begin using its appendages to forcefully tear the matter into small segments, where it will then begin inserting the remains into a retractable lower compartment. Periodically, SCP-6921 will expel matter out of this compartment due to the excess of matter gathered. SCP-6921 will remain dormant when not in the presence of suitable organic material. Addendum: 16 video recordings were successfully recovered from Jesse’s personal computer. The following are the archived video files transcribed in numerical order: VIDEO LOGS 1-16 ACCESS GRANTED (01) untitled.mp4 Recording begins with Jesse sitting at his dining room table Jesse: My therapist suggested this was a healthy way to cope with trauma- God, this is embarrassing. Hello, my name is Jesse Court. I’m 33 and a retired mechanical engineer. Violent coughing followed by sniffling Jesse: I’ve always had a fascination with machinery, like cars and stuff. Which is great since I'm right next to a junkyard, best seat in the house. I fortunately inherited my aunts property after she passed, which entitles me to 1.3 acres of woodland, right in Camden. Even with all of this, I've found myself in a pretty shitty living situation. Been workin’ under the table for a dead-end newspaper company, which on top of disability checks is just barely getting me by. Few years back, I sustained major head trauma after falling through some floor boards. As embarrassing as that is. Jesse forcefully clasps his hands together. Jesse: Ever since then, I’ve had subsisting migraines. Like nails being driven into my skull. The real kicker is how easily nauseated I become. Lose balance pretty easy. Jesse slowly lifts himself out of his chair, before attempting to walk in a straight line. Jesse loses balances and falls, where a glass object audibly breaks. Jesse: You get used to it. VIDEO END (02) fuckthis.mp4 Jesse: It’s time to take initiative. For far too long I’ve wasted my days, counting them down until I drop dead. Not anymore. Starting from now, eighty percent of my life insurance will be going towards a device I’ve had in the works. A machine that will eliminate the need for reliance, a machine that will make me walk normally again. This over here is the first iteration of my machine. Jesse positions the camera towards the wall, where 3 forked, mechanical limbs are shown hung up along the wall. Jesse: Although being my first, this prototype has amazing functionality; extremely dexterous. Observe. The automated limbs begin suspending themselves towards Jesse in unison. Jesse: Creepy, I know. But this is the first step towards something life changing. VIDEO END (03) progress1.mp4 Jesse: Hey, it’s been a minute. For the past week or so, I’ve been fiddling with various concepts. The camera is positioned downward towards his desk, where various blueprints depicting unidentified devices are shown. Jesse: Almost there. Haven’t been this happy in a while, feel productive. I feel so close to finally accomplishing my dream. Even been having dreams about it, creating something just… life changing. It’s hazy to remember, but it’s enough to keep me motivated. I’m even sleep talking, my wife’s caught me going on and on about random incoherent computer jargon. My infatuation scares even me sometimes, ha-ha. Jesse appears visually agitated as his son attempts to walk inside of his garage. Jesse: Junior, if I have to tell you one more time to not enter the garage during my work hours, I’m gonna freak the fuck out. Jesse’s son quickly closes the door. Jesse sighs and rubs his eyes before leaning back in his chair. VIDEO END (04) progress2.mp4 Jesse: Due to the lack of funding for the project, my generous family have decided to contribute what little they have to make this possible. Got only a months worth of spending money, so I gotta be quick. The latest installment of the device, behold, The Traverser! Jesse rips down a tarp to reveal a circular frame, suspended by 8 mechanical appendages. Jesse: It may not look like much at first. However… Jesse struggles to get into the device, losing balance 3 times. Jesse: There we are! Now, apart of what makes this device so special is its pattern recognition. If my pages of coding are correct, It should stabilize with ease. Now, it functions by absorbing inf- The locomotion begins rapidly moving towards the garage door, before violently slamming into it. Jesse is forcefully ejected, lays sprawled out, motionless Jesse: …Jesus Christ. Jesse groans as he attempts to stand Jesse: This… is huge. You’re so close to being done. It may not look like it, but I’m ecstatic. Y-you’re gonna be a big helper someday. Heh, you got me real good though. God- Jesse hunches over in pain. VIDEO END (05) untitled.mp4 Video starts with a visually exhausted Jesse, with bloodshot eyes Jesse: Is this thing on? I’m not sure what happened. Under no circumstances can my family know, they’ll think I’m crazy. They’d be right to think so. It’s, what, 2:43 in the morning? Just woke up and found myself surrounded by THIS. Jesse repositions the camera, where 3 disassembled vehicles and other miscellaneous objects are scattered in his driveway. Jesse: I must be going fucking insane. I have no idea what I’m doing at this point. Are… are these the junkyard cars? How did I even manage to do this? Was I drugged? I mean, what the fuck is even this supposed to be? Jesse holds up an unidentifiable device, with various screws and LEDs protruding out of it’s base, which he forcefully flings at a wall. Jesse: Hands are covered in sores and blisters, so it seems I’ve been busy. Strained laughter is heard, followed by crying. Jesse struggles to sprint towards the machine, which is equipped with new parts, and begins forcefully tearing off the new additions. Jesse: Why is this happening to me? The lights inside of his house begin to turn on. Jesse: Shit. VIDEO END (06) untitled.mp4 Jesse: Took a few days off after the incident. Spent some quality time with the wife and kids. It’s been forever since we did something as a family. It was refreshing being away from the workbench for awhile. Jesse’s attitude changes, becomes visually distressed as he leans in closer toward the camera. Jesse: (Lowers voice) But even still, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s been lingering in the back of my mind. You know, I examined some of the janky parts that were found on my machine. They serve legitimate purpose. One part acted as coolant, one helped with stabilization, and one made a deafening “beep” whenever an object was in its proxy. Not to mention it’s equipped with these newly installed limbs. It’s all far beyond my technology. Either some big-brain hack put these parts on my machine, or… Prolonged silence Jesse: It’s only logical that I’m assembling it inside of this… delirium. Perhaps I’m looking at this all wrong. God- I need a drink. Jesse leans out of frame and begins speaking to an individual, presumably his son Jesse: Hey Junior, could you grab me a beer? Junior? silence Jesse: JUNIOR! VIDEO END (07) noclue.mp4 Jesse: Woke up to this. Outside of Jesse’s window lays a semi constructed SCP-6921, which lays idle on his backyard. Jesse: (Sigh) Thought I’d finally get a normal night of sleep. Christ. Jesse moves downstairs towards the entrance of the backyard, where he cautiously approaches. Jesse: …Magnificent. Jesse picks up a small rock and gently tosses it at SCP-6921’s body. A muffled echo rings out. Jesse: I seem to have… Jesse’s face contorts in confusion. Jesse: …some idea of what I’m doing? Hell, if I could build something of this magnitude, maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. Let’s just see where I’m going with this. Heh, I truly lost my- Sentence abruptly stops. Jesse slowly moves away from the device. Jesse: I think one of its tentacles moved. Jesse slowly approaches the inactive SCP-6921, and hastily tarps it over with a bedsheet before running inside. VIDEO END (08) untitled.mp4 The automaton lays idle on his backyard. 5 minutes pass before the camera is dropped. Jesse is presumably intoxicated. Jesse: Move. C’mon, move. Don’t tell me I’m hallucinating… There’s NO way. God- I know what I saw. Either YOU moved, or I’m losing my mind. Here. Jesse repositions the camera, where he reluctantly nudges one of its appendages with his foot. Jesse: Gonna leave this here. Hopefully you do something interesting. Jesse returns inside, where he begins having an inaudible argument with his family, screaming prominently. The camera is left facing towards the inactive SCP-6921 for 3 hours before its battery runs out. VIDEO END (09) untitled.mp4 Jesse: Wife and kids are staying at their grandparents house for a few. My infatuation with this thing is starting to cost me everything. Voice begins to tremble. Jesse: I wish she would just listen. Came outside the morning after- you know, after I took apart those cars, and lied through my teeth in front of my family. “Yeah, probably some robbers.” I told them. However, I cannot excuse yesterday’s outburst. My daughter tried to get close to the damn thing, and I completely flew off the handle. Jesse begins fidgeting his hands, looking downward. Jesse: Just… scolding her, more so than any reasonable person would. “Do you have any idea the dangers this robot could possess? What if it stabs your eyes out in front of your screaming mother?” Blah, blah, blah. Stuff like that. The way they looked at me… with fear in their eyes. It shatters my soul. You know the worst part? The fact- Jesse quickly looks over his shoulder. Jesse: You heard that too right? Jesse remains still while looking towards the backyard. A noticeable scrapping becomes audible. Jesse: Motherfucker! He hastily picks up his camera before sprinting out of his home. As he approaches SCP-6921, it lays in the same position it had been in originally. Jesse: I FUCKING HEARD YOU. I HEARD YOU. VIDEO END (10) untitled.mp4 Recording takes place on a handheld recording device which has yet to be recovered. Jesse is profusely panting while the camera is positioned towards his back patio, where quick movements are audible. Jesse: Oh my god. Jesse begins speaking under his breath. Jesse: I can hear it moving out there. Son of a bitch woke me up. Little frightened if I’m being honest. Got a knife incase I have to gut the damn thing, if that’ll do anything. Metal scrapping intensifies. Jesse: Goddamn it’s noisy. Alright, here we go. 3…2…1. Jesse barges through the door, where SCP-6921 jerkingly moves backwards attempting to flee. It rams itself forcefully into the wall, where it hoists itself into the corner of the room. Jesse begins yelling at SCP-6921, where it then begins wrapping its appendages around itself. After 3 minutes, both Jesse and SCP-6921 remain motionless. Jesse: You… you coward away. What are you, scared? Jesse begins slumping downward before losing consciousness. SCP-6921 begins slowly navigating towards Jesse. VIDEO END (11) untitled.mp4 Camera quality has worsened. Video recorded in Jesse’s living room, which is notably unkempt. Jesse: Hello everyone, sorry for the wait. Prolonged silence. Jesse: This infatuation with the machine cost me everything. Haven’t seen my wife and kids for awhile, nor have they bothered trying to communicate with me. Sometimes… I wish I never went down this path. I was so fundamentally lonely… I’m ashamed to admit I had some pretty dark thoughts. That was until I met you. Camera is positioned towards an open window, where SCP-6921 is seen outside with multiple appendages inside the house. SCP-6921 navigates one of its appendages towards Jesse, where it firmly shakes his hand. Jesse: You have no idea how much you mean to me. You’re gonna do great things someday. How rude of me, I haven’t introduced you yet. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet my buddy Son! Son sure is a smart cookie. Son, go grab me a beer. SCP-6921 quickly maneuvers it’s limb around piles of clothes and trash. It returns, strongly gripping a crushed beer can. Jesse: I haven’t really looked into it all that much- why he can do the things he does- I’m glad to have an acquaintance though. Makes the house less desolate. Few nights ago, when I first found him, I was in such a state of panic that I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I woke up on my patio with this bugger staring at me. VIDEO END (12) untitled.mp4 Recorded outside. SCP-6921 is seen multiple times wandering throughout Jesse’s backyard. Jesse: Decided to go with em’ out back, just to show him around the property. Little bunny rabbit, not more than 3 or 4 pounds came frolicking through my wife's garden. Without a second thought, Son just… bolted towards the poor thing. At first I was thinking he was gonna give me it as a gift. But then, he began tearing the poor thing up. Shoved its bits into itself like it was second nature. Jesse looks noticeably agitated towards SCP-6921, who begins rooting various plants. Jesse: Son wanted me to go in him. He uh, he pointed with one of his arms towards a hatch that popped open on his head. Freaked me out so I obviously declined. I know he doesn’t have a face but he seemed… oddly disrespected. Tomorrow, I’ll look more into this newly found behavior. VIDEO END (13) untitled.mp4 Jesse is only barely visible, his voice having a noticeable echo. Hello everyone. I’ve been observing Son’s hunting capabilities. He’s shown exceptional hunting prowess; great speed and reaction time. He began inserting his findings into a small “mouth” beneath him, and like the first time, he suggested I go into the hatch. Not wanting to offend him again I obliged, albeit reluctantly. Check this out. Jesse begins chewing on something not visible. Jesse: Oh, sorry. Jesse pounds 3 times against a metallic surface before a hatch opens above him, illuminating the interior. Jesse consumes a dark red discus-shaped food item. Jesse: For what it is, it’s pretty tasty. If I built him, it should probably be safe enough to eat. You couldn’t tell this apart from something you’d purchase in a frozen food aisle honestly. He’s quite the little chef. The camera is positioned around the interior of SCP-6921, which appears mostly hollow. A rectangular slit is present on one of the walls. Suddenly, shrieking is audible from outside the automaton. Jesse: Shit. Looks like he got another cat. But look, this is a good demonstration. 5 minutes after, directly above the slit, an orange glow intensifies behind the wall, illuminating the silhouette of an interconnecting system of wires. A high-pitch whistling is prominent throughout the process. After the orange light dissipates, another food item is dispensed through the slit onto Jesse’s cupped hands. Jesse: Isn’t any better than my normal cooking. Jesse laughs before struggling to exit the interior. SCP-6921 uses its appendages to carefully remove Jesse. After removal, SCP-6921 begins jumping around. Jesse: Thanks Son. VIDEO END (14) untitled.mp4 Jesse: I finally understand the reasoning behind Son. Well, perhaps not fully. I believe it was constructed to serve a greater purpose, something infinitely more than a simple walking aid. It's clear to me that its sole purpose is maintaining my survival. Complete self reliance. It cleans the house, repaints the walls, gives me company… hell, even cooks for me. I'm glad to have a friend like him during these times. I still struggle to see where this… subconscious impulse to create things far beyond my normal capabilities came from. It's an anomaly. Maybe the angels really have listened to my prayers. Jesse smiles. Jesse: I’m a little worried about the legality of the machine. I mean- a device this complex, well beyond the technology of anything I've seen before, would be taken confiscated I'd imagine. I’ve worked too hard to have my device surrendered to the government or stolen. For now, until I’m absolutely sure it will be safe, Son will remain on my property, where it’s safely shielded by fencing and trees. I think he understands as well. VIDEO END (15) untitled.mp4 Video recorded on a handheld device from Jesse's upstairs window, overlooking 4 police officers which stand directly outside his front door late at night. Officer: Mr. Court? This is the Camden City Police Department. Open up. Jesse curses under his breath before walking downstairs towards the entrance. He hesitantly opens the front door and is greeted by multiple officers. Jesse: I'm recording for my safety. Officer Mr. Court? You are under arrest for trespassing on private property as well as multiple counts of theft. Jesse: This is ridiculous. Sir, are you aware that I’m physically disabled? How would I ever be able to preform such a feat? Officer: We initially thought you couldn't, but after further investigation it seems you're the only viable suspect. We have evidence that suggests you were at the scene. Put your hands behind your back. Jesse: Fuck… Alright, fine. But please officer, just give me five minutes. I have to take care of something urgent. The officer wedges his boot in between the door and doorframe, preventing it from shutting. Officer: Put your hands behind your back. Jesse: You don't know what you're doing! Get away from me! Jesse begins wrestling the officer to the floor. 3 more enter and forcefully remove Jesse from his house, pinning him on the pavement while still gripping the recording device. Jesse audibly groans in pain as he’s injured. Officer: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say could be used against you in a court of law. Jesse: SON! If you can hear me, go into the woods until this whole thing is over! I'll find you again I promise. Officer: Search the property for another individual and take them in for questioning, presumably a child. Jesse: No- officer… I'm talking about my dog. I don't want you sending him away to the pound or some shit. Officer: Son's an awfully weird name for a dog. Right before entering the vehicle, the cops and Jesse stop in unison. Officer: …Uh. What the hell is this supposed to be? SCP-6921 is suspended inanimately on the houses roof, hoisted by its appendages at precarious angles. The officer detaining Jesse disregards him as he runs towards the car. Officer: Gotta radio this in. Get in the car. SCP-6921 lunges downward towards the officers, crushing one beneath its limbs. The impact causes Jesse and the men to lose their balance. Officer: Open fire! Multiple gunshots are fired at SCP-6921. SCP-6921 remains undisturbed as it carefully dissects the officer’s corpse, inserting the removed tissue into itself. Upon completion, SCP-6921 lunges towards another officer, and begins amputating them. Screaming and welching are prominent throughout the process. Jesse attempts to sprint into the surrounding wilderness, but is suspended midair by SCP-6921 limbs. He begins being slowly hoisted inside of the hatch. Bullets ricochet across SCP-6921’s surface. Jesse: Put me down right now! You have to obey my orders! Jesse is shoved forcefully inside of SCP-6921; the hatch shutting behind him. Trying to escape, Jesse begins kicking and scratching the interior of SCP-6921 to no avail. Muffled screams ring out for some time before abruptly ending. The sound of rapid traversal on woodland becomes audible for the rest of the recording. 5 minutes later, an orange light illuminates Jesse’s fearful expression. Another food-item is dispensed through the slit. Jesse: What… what the fuck are you trying to make me eat? Oh God… Extensive vomiting followed by maniacal hysteria. Jesse: You call this helping?! What the fuck have you done? You- you killed that man! Ripped his fucking head off his shoulders. Jesse exhales slowly, 10 minutes pass. He begins speaking towards SCP-6921 the way he had prior to this event. Jesse: Just listen, okay? Let me out. I’ll be safe, I promise. Those men are gone now. SCP-6921 abruptly stops for 15 minutes, unresponsive to Jesse’s pleas to allow him out. SCP-6921 begins moving once more. Jesse: I know you think this is right- but this is no way to live. Just let me out, alright?. Think this through, let’s just go back to the house. You can play out back and cook me up some of your delicious meals. Perhaps you could even meet the family. What do you say, son? …Son? Are you even listening to me? Answer me God damnit! Audible sounds of gurgled screeching are audible outside of SCP-6921. Jesse: What was that? VIDEO END (16) sorry.mp4 Video starts within complete darkness. Jesses voice is notably shaky Jesse: It’s been an hour… my calls are getting blocked somehow and the battery’s almost drained. However, I've successfully managed to upload a recording onto my computer after repetitively trying, at least that’s what it’s saying on my phone. Hopefully this gets through. Coughing, followed by a loud thud. Jesse: My name is Jesse Court, and I doubt I'm gonna be coming out anytime soon. To my wife and children, I'm sorry. I should’ve never neglected you all. My selfishness is what led me here. I should've been there for you guys. I love you all. Muffled sounds of rapid movement are heard from inside. Jesse struggles to speak. Jesse: The officers injuring me must’ve triggered something inside of Son. He’s been reverted to his basic primary function, ensuring my safety. I’m not sure if he’s ever gonna let me out. Jesse quietly laughs before presumably striking the hatch. Jesse: Despite having created the machine, I’m unsure of how to destroy it. Hell, Its battery could last at thousand years for all I know. Light it on fire, douse it in water, electricity, just- do whatever you can to kill it. I… I want out. Find a way. Please. VIDEO END Discovery: Residents of Camden, Michigan had contacted emergency services after multiple sightings of SCP-6921 had been sighted on the outskirts of the town. Upon investigation, field agents discovered multiple recently damaged homes belonging to victims. A CCTV camera installed outside of a suburban house 2 kilometers from the site had successfully captured the whereabouts of SCP-6921, where it was seen hoisted against the building. SURVEILANCE LOG DATE: 01/27/19 NOTE: N/A [BEGIN LOG] 1:46 AM: SCP-6921 extends its appendages through multiple windows behind the home 1:48 AM: Various food items are removed from the home, such as frozen vegetables and pantry items. It then inserts these foods into its lower compartment. SCP-6921 returns its appendages and begins navigating southeast towards the entrance of the building. 2:01 AM: SCP-6921 remains stationary for 5 minutes, occasionally twitching and recoiling its limbs. 2:06 AM: SCP-6921 raises one of its appendages and begins lightly tapping on the front door. The house's lights turn on. SCP-6921 violently extends 4 of its limbs through the house's transom windows, where it forcefully removes a woman. It begins violently removing segments of the woman’s abdomen into its lower compartment. 2:08: After fully dismembering and inserting the woman into itself, SCP-6921 releases itself from the building and enters the surrounding wilderness. Footnotes 1. It has been documented preferring live, able-bodied organisms.
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MetalRavioli Written by MetalRavioli. For more by me, go to my Author Page! /* - == ===ROOT=== == - */ :root { /* S-CSS-P integration */ --theme-base: "black-highlighter"; --theme-id: "raviolistyle"; --theme-name: "Raviolistyle"; /* ===HEADER ELEMENTS=== */ --logo-image: url("http://scpdsandbox.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:raviolistyle/225.7"); --header-title: "SITE-225"; --header-subtitle: "NO MATTER HOW SMALL"; Item#: 6922 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-225 Dr. Edward Irkiv Dr. Helen Drumm N/A SCP-6922 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6922 is to be contained in a 90-liter freshwater fish tank in the wildlife containment wing of Site-225. SCP-6922 is to be fed on a daily basis and is to be provided with several hiding spots. Any amenities requested by SCP-6922 are to be provided on a case-by-case basis. No substances that could be identified as "pollution" are permitted to be within a 30-meter radius of SCP-6922's containment tank. Description SCP-6922 is a male member of the Thai micro crab.Limnopilos naiyanetri species measuring approximately 0.8cm in length. SCP-6922 is sapient and is capable of speech, and is capable of communicating clearly through water, as well as being capable of breathing air. SCP-6922 is highly resilient to low temperatures, having been seen in 5°C waters with no negative effects present. Any object or substance that would be considered "pollution" that comes within A 20-meter radius of SCP-6922 will demanifest. SCP-6922 is aware of this and has previously used this effect to its advantage, in an attempt to cleanse bodies of water. Addendum 6922.01: Initial Discovery Log SCP-6922 was discovered on 10/13/2021, during a Foundation oil spill cleanup caused by SCP-████ in a large lake, which led into a small stream. The events consisting of SCP-6922's discovery have been logged below. + Access Discovery Log 6922-1 - ACCESS GRANTED DISCOVERY LOG Date: 10/13/2021 [BEGIN LOG] (The camera turns on. The view is from Dr. Anole's headgear. Dr. Anole is overseeing an oil spill cleanup, where several agents are seen skimming the stream and removing oil. Researcher Evel approaches Dr. Anole.) Researcher Evel: Everything is going according to plan, Doctor. Dr. Anole: Excellent. SCP-████ is subdued? Researcher Evel: Correct. The entity shouldn't be active for another- (Researcher Evel is interrupted by Agent Marshall, who is seen running towards the two.) Agent Marshall: Doctor! (Researcher Evel and Dr. Anole turn towards Agent Marshall.) Agent Marshall: Doctor, something's happening upstream. Come quick! (Researcher Evel and Dr. Anole look to each other, and then begin to follow Agent Marshall. Agent Marshall leads the two upstream, where the oil coating the stream is seen disappearing.) Dr. Anole: What is this? Researcher Evel: Do you know what's causing this, Marshall? Agent Marshall: Not sure. Morgan's sensors detected some movement in the water, but it wasn't much. Researcher Evel: (looking towards Dr. Anole) Perhaps it's another anomaly? Dr. Anole: Could be. Evel, contact Site-225. Tell them we may need a containment team on standby. Marshall, get Morgan down here. Researcher Evel: On it. Agent Marshall: Ditto. (Researcher Evel begins walking back upstream, as does Agent Marshall. Dr. Anole begins looking in the water, in an attempt to find any movement. After approximately 5 minutes, he spots SCP-6922. He leans in close to the entity) Dr. Anole: Is that a crab? SCP-6922: (coughs) Jesus Christ man, have a mint! (Dr. Anole is frightened by SCP-6922 and falls back onto the ground. Dr. Anole remains on the ground for approximately 15 seconds, seemingly in shock, before looking around. Dr. Anole spots a clipboard atop a nearby supply crate and grabs it. He then slowly returns to the water, and cautiously looks into the stream. He searches for approximately 7 seconds before he spots SCP-6922.) Dr. Anole: I- Hello? SCP-6922: Hello! I'm here! What do you want? Dr. Anole: Um. Are… are you the crab? SCP-6922: The fuck you mean? Of course I'm the crab. Dr. Anole: And, you can understand me? SCP-6922: Are you that stupid? I'm answering you! Jesus Christ… Dr. Anole: Um… By any chance are you causing the oil to demanifest? SCP-6922: Demanifest? In English, professor. Dr. Anole: Are you causing the oil to go away? SCP-6922: Yeah. Pretty neat, huh? Dr. Anole: Yeah it is… (Dr. Anole begins taking notes) How long have you been here? SCP-6922: The fuck you mean by "here"? (SCP-6922 makes several motions in the air with its claws) The stream? The forest? The US? Be more specific man, I'm not a mind reader. Dr. Anole: The stream. SCP-6922: Few hours. My job would be a lot easier if you guys got out of the way. Dr. Anole: Job? SCP-6922: Yeah you know, something you're supposed to do, usually for pay- Dr. Anole: No, I know what a job is. What is your job? SCP-6922: Well what does it look like it is? Cleaning up your guys' mess! Dr. Anole: And you're employed to do this? SCP-6922: Yes. I literally just told you that. God humans are so annoying. Dr. Anole: (taking notes) Employed by who? SCP-6922: The CWPA, wise guy. Dr. Anole: The… what? SCP-6922: The CWPA? the Creature and Wildlife Protection Agency? (Dr. Anole raises an eyebrow) SCP-6922: You know what I'm talking about. We brought back the roadrunner after it went extinct? (Dr. Anole shakes his head) SCP-6922: Saved the Amazon from a comet? (Dr. Anole shakes his head) SCP-6922: Invented Animal Jam? Dr. Anole: You made Animal Jam? SCP-6922: For fucks sake. Dr. Anole: Look, Animal Jammer or not, you're going to have to come with me. (Dr. Anole reaches out to grab SCP-6922) SCP-6922: (SCP-6922 backs away from Dr. Anole's hand) Woah woah woah, no can do pal. Like I said, I got a job to do. So kindly fuck off. Dr. Anole: I'm afraid that's not an option. (Dr. Anole again reaches out for SCP-6922, however, SCP-6922 puts its claws up.) SCP-6922: Hey! You want to mess with these dudes? I once sliced a shrimp in half with these bad boys. (Dr. Anole attempts to grab SCP-6922, but SCP-6922 moves to the side, causing Dr. Anole to lose his balance and fall into the stream. Dr. Anole kneels up and frantically looks for SCP-6922, who is laughing. He quickly spots the entity, and grabs it in his fingers.) SCP-6922: Hey! put me down! (SCP-6922 frantically tries to resist Dr. Anole's restraint, to no avail. Dr. Anole stands up and moves out of the stream.) Researcher Evel: Hey! (Dr. Anole turns to the right, to see Researcher Evel walking towards him) Researcher Evel: I've contacted Site. They're sending in a team. Dr. Anole: No need. (Holds up SCP-6922) Already got it. Researcher Evel: A… crab? SCP-6922: For your information, I have a name! It's Lou! Researcher Evel: It talks? Dr. Anole: I wish it didn't. SCP-6922: Fuck off! Let me do my job! Dr. Anole: Let me do mine! [END LOG] Afterword: Following these events, SCP-6922 was brought to Site-225 and was properly contained. Investigation into GoI-3776 "Creature and Wildlife Protection Agency" is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6922" by MetalRavioli, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6922. Licensed under CC-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: Crab.jpg Author: Sean Murray License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Limnopilos_naiyanetri_-_(4).jpg
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SCP-6924
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Dept. Director Research Head Assigned MTF Tactical Theology Yossarian Leiner Dr. Ryszard Markowski Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") Provisional Containment Procedures The suppression of all information regarding the SCP-6924 phenomenon is relegated to MTF Gamma-5 (“Red Herrings”). A campaign of disinformation regarding previous reports of anomalous phenomena in SCP-6924-A and SCP-6924-B, claiming all anomalous activity related to them as urban legends, is currently underway. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") personnel are to remain stationed in the area surrounding the village in case any incidents arise. An investigation into the origins of SCP-6924 is to be carried out as soon as possible. Due to the isolated nature of SCP-6924-A/B, as well as the shortage in personnel following multiple incidents, further action has been deemed unnecessary. The Horizon Initiative is not to be informed of the anomaly. Description The road exiting out of SCP-6924-B. SCP-6924 is the designation for a phenomenon of unclear origins affecting two villages in the Hajnówka County, Podlasie Voivodeship, Poland. Any person born in areas affected by SCP-6924 has significantly better health compared to the average population, with inhabitants of both communities having an average lifespan of 100.5 years. SCP-6924-A is the village of Mięsiny, located at the northern edge of Hajnowski County. The village is home to 193 people and contains a library, a Catholic church, two grocery stores, a butcher's shop, a public football field and a cemetery in addition to civilian houses. The village can be accessed through a single road going into the village. SCP-6924-B is the village of Sarnowo, 7 kilometers south of SCP-6924-A. The village houses a population of 76 and contains a Catholic church, a grocery store and a butcher's shop in addition to civilian houses. SCP-6924-B can be accessed by a single road passing through the village and towards SCP-6924-A. All inhabitants of SCP-6924-A and SCP-6924-B have reported themselves as Catholic and regularly attend Sunday mass. The connection between this fact and SCP-6924 is currently under investigation. You are currently viewing a provisional file for an anomaly under active investigation View investigation report? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6924" by Letova, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6924. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: road_village.jpg Name: The_concrete_road_to_the_Polish_Village_-_geograph.org.uk_-_619891.jpg Author: Eric Jones Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_concrete_road_to_the_Polish_Village_-_geograph.org.uk_-_619891.jpg License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Filename: psiarak.jpg Name: Bodmin.jpg Author: Y-Rex Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bodmin.jpg License: CC BY-SA 4.0
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SCP-6925
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GreenGolem Written by GreenGolem. + Thanks Critters! - Golem Thanks to peppermint_legos and GlassAutomaton on the IRC channels! And of course, thanks to my teammates winkwonkboi and Deadcanons for making this possible. This piece would not have been the same without them. + Author Commentary - Author Commentary I loved the idea of AEED being used to make anomalies more complacent with Foundation command, so I made a little comedy piece about a potential superweapon that doesn't actually want to be stolen from Foundation command. For more content from me, check out my Author Page! Item #: SCP-6925 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6925 is to be kept at high-security Site-183, in a standard humanoid accommodation chamber within a sector currently under the supervision of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division (AEED). Special privileges given to SCP-6925 include: A diary for logging SCP-6925's day-to-day life. A video game console (With a budget of 20$ monthly to spend on video games). Several jigsaw puzzles. A domestic cat (On the condition that SCP-6925 will be assigned the duty of caretaking) The budget for the security of SCP-6925 is to be increased by 75% of the standard AEED provided anomaly budget. The standard Mobile Task Force unit for the AEED, Omicron-20 ("Lovebirds"), is to be set on high alert about possible breaches into SCP-6925's containment cell. Description: SCP-6925 is a 1.6m tall humanoid entity, with the name "Matthew McHayward". SCP-6925 possesses no physical differences to humans, apart from its skin, which is a bright purple. SCP-6925 is currently cooperative and non-hostile with SCP Foundation personnel. SCP-6925 possesses a natural, full immunity to all audio and visual Foundation cognitohazards that have been presented to it.1 Memetic cognitohazards not directly created by the Foundation produce standard reactions. Investigations into the origin of SCP-6925 trace its anomalous effects back to GoI-003 ("Chaos Insurgency"), where SCP-6925 was the result of an experiment with the goal of creating an artificial anomaly capable of bypassing Foundation cognitohazards protecting important database files. Addendum 6925.1: Timeline of events SCP-6925 posed a unique danger, in that it rendered Foundation database security ineffective on its own. This provided unique opportunities to stage breaches. These events are placed here in chronological order. 12/5/2020: The first facility breach by GoI-003 that was later traced back to SCP-6925, occurring at Site-53.2 1/3/2021: Database leak, resulting in 3GB of classified documents being obtained by GoI-003. At this given point in time, the source of the leak was unknown to Foundation personnel. 1/17/2021: A Mobile Task Force unit had a skirmish with forces from an unknown foreign group during their training and exercise time. An estimated 45 casualties occurred, and the unit was forced to fall back to their designated site. The perpetrators were not traced and captured, however, it is believed due to the coordination and planning of the group as well as how close this incident was to the database leak, that this was connected in some way. 17 entries omitted. 6/5/2021: After an interrogation of several captured Chaos Insurgency agents, the presence of SCP-6925 was confirmed, and further investigations corroborated this. Funding into ORDER3 was increased by 125% until apprehension of SCP-6925 was completed. 6/15/2021: Skirmishes between Foundation personnel and Chaos Insurgents, alongside subsequent leaks of information to outsiders, resulted in various outside GoI's accessing information about SCP-6925. Coverups were attempted, however yielded minimal results. During a raid on a facility controlled by the Chaos Insurgency, several anomalous items, including SCP-6925, were apprehended by the Foundation on 7/1/2022. In order to insure that SCP-6925 does not fall into the possession of foreign Groups of Interests again, it was placed into the partial jurisdiction4 of the AEED. Addendum 6925.2: Theft attempts Seventeen breaches by foreign GoI's have been documented over the course of SCP-6925's containment. A sample of one of the breach attempts are documented here. Foreword: Breach by the Serpent’s Hand on 2/23/2022 at 11:52 PM, where members were successful in bypassing security and breaching into SCP-6925's containment chamber for a period of time. [BEGIN LOG] The lights are off and a SCP-6925 is seen laying in the covers. A banging sound is heard on the door of the containment chamber. 6925: [Muttering to himself] hmmm…? The door is broken through and three robed figures storm the room. An alarm starts to ring and a red flashing light goes off within the chamber. 6925: …What? The robed figures grab hold of SCP-6925, and begin attempting to carry them away. 6925: H-Hey, easy on the merchandise! SCP-6925 begins struggling and wailing, until the infiltrators drop them to the ground. 6925: Now, what the hell are y'all doing here? ROBED FIGURE 1 (RF1): What does it look like we're doing? We're here to break you out of here. 6925: The only thing you're doing here is leaving to go on your way to whatever star wars convention you came from. RF3: Okay, okay, we look funny, we get it. Now come along, we are trying to help you here. 6925: If you really want to help me, you can get me something at the cafeteria. It's taco Tuesday! RF2: Listen, it's clear they've been tampering with your memories to make you more complacent with authority. You need to come with us! 6925: Wow, that's crazy. RF1: Are you even listening to us? 6925: Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I need a second opinion, give me a second. RF1: …second opinion? SCP-6925 walks over to the side of the room and bangs on the wall. 6925: YO, PHIL! ADJACENT ANOMALY (AA): [Muffled through the wall] WHAT?! 6925: SOME MORE WEIRDOS HAVE COME TO TRY TO STEAL ME! AA: DID YOU TRY TO TAKE THEM TO THE FOOD COURT?! 6925: YEAH BUT THAT DIDN'T WORK! AA: HA! SUCKS TO BE YOU! RF3: This is ridiculous, how can you be okay with something like this? 6925: What do you mean? Here we get three free meals a day, a bunch of video games and shit, and we have a game night every Friday. You think I want to go and pay taxes? RF1: But in the library you also- 6925: In the library? You do what? Read? If you're anything like those other guys, you'll just throw me in a cold cell. RF3: Bu- The second robed figure pushed the third robed figure to the side with a frustrated face and steps forward. RF2: Screw it, we've wasted enough of our time here, and agents are soon to arrive. You're coming with us whether you like it or not. The second robed figure pulls out a stun baton and prepares to attack SCP-6925. But before he is able to do anything, personnel from Omicron-20 run into the room and terminates the intruders. The cat hisses and runs to the opposite side of the room, with SCP-6925 slowly walking over to comfort it. 6925: Took y'all long enough, you were late this time. Can you get some janitors to clean this mess up or whatnot? [END LOG] Addendum 6925.2: Diary entry 2/3/22 Some weird dudes broke into my room and said I needed to come with them because I was being jailed, and now I have a bloodstain in my carpet that won't wash out. I'm not going through that shit again, I just want to stay here and eat some snacks for fucks sake. Footnotes 1. It additionally has full immunity to all memetic cognitohazards manufactured by the Foundation after SCP-6925's containment. 2. Non-dangerous anomaly containment site. 3. A project with the directive of infiltrating GoI-003 sites with the goal of apprehending anomalies. 4. The AEED operation of maintaining SCP-6925 security is currently being supervised by the Oversight Committee. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6925" by GreenGolem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6925. Licensed under CC-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-6926
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euclid
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Item#: 6926 Level1 Secondary Class: eshu Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: SCP-6926 Special Containment Procedures: Annual containment efforts of SCP-6926 is primarily managed using Foundation web crawlers designed to track social media reports of its activities. SCP-6926 following acquisition of a minibike (Florida, United States) Reports of anomalous phenomena caused by SCP-6926 are to be tracked and witnesses are to be amnesticized appropriately. Description: SCP-6926 is a humanoid entity resembling a balding, elderly male with a short white beard. SCP-6926 always appears dressed in a manner somewhat resembling traditional depictions of Santa Claus, with additional articles of clothing worn in cold weather. Areas within a twenty-five mile radius of SCP-6926 experience the following phenomena: Environmental: Decrease in local temperatures; enough to sustain the presence of ice and snow. The appearance of partially drunk alcoholic beverages within local homes. Phenomena displayed in humans: Increased fatigue and idleness. Often causing subjects to remain sleeping longer than usual. The inability to keep track of time consistently throughout the day. Severe headaches in subjects that drank alcohol the previous day, no matter how minimal the amount consumed. Feelings of melancholy and regret (Reasons vary between subjects). Additionally, SCP-6926 has displayed various anomalous abilities, including instant teleportation between locations, manipulation and control of ice and snow, inducing alcoholic intoxication through physical contact, and the manifestation of holiday themed/related beverages (Eggnog, Irish-cream, Coca-Cola). SCP-6926 only uses these abilities to aid itself in its annual activities. SCP-6926 manifests annually on the 26th of December in countries that celebrate the holiday “Boxing Day”. During such times SCP-6926 will travel between locations that have hosted social gatherings the night prior, specifically those containing uneaten foodstuffs and beverages leftover from the night before. While there, SCP-6926 will take part in recreational activities such as drinking, eating, and general relaxation. SCP-6926 will de-manifest at 12:00am local time on December 27th. Discovery Log: Local phenomena resulting from SCP-6926’s anomalous properties were first detected in the village of ██████, England, on December 26th 1995. Due to the sudden drastic change in local weather, Foundation agents in the area were dispatched to investigate. SCP-6926 was discovered traveling between pubs in the area, joined by civilians partaking in a pub-crawl that had begun the previous night. Interviews with witnesses revealed SCP-6926 had become heavily intoxicated over the night, during which they made various references to a confidential event that took place on September 22nd the same year. Interview Log: The following is an improvised interview that was recorded following SCP-6926’s sudden manifestation at Site-17’s annual employee boxing day gathering in 1996. Foundation personnel can be heard talking to one another over the sound of music. The room goes silent and the music stops, as personnel notice the presence of SCP-6926. Loud crunching can be heard from SCP-6926. Researcher Agnew approaches. Researcher Agnew: Wow. Um, excuse me? Who’re you? SCP-6926: Hi. What’s up? I’m Santa Claus. Researcher Agnew: Yeah… Um, what are you doing here? SCP-6926 continues eating cookies SCP-6926: Eating right now. Researcher Agnew: Right. Any particular reason you’re here though? SCP-6926: Food. You want some? Researcher Agnew: No thanks. Researcher Agnew gestures to personnel to alert security. Researcher Agnew: So you’re Saint Nick then? SCP-6926: No. I’m Santa Claus. Well, not today at least. It’s my day off. Researcher Agnew: You don’t seem quite jolly enough to be Santa Claus. SCP-6926 picks up a can of coke and notices that it is warm. Frost forms around the can and SCP-6926 smiles. SCP-6926: I don’t care. Researcher Agnew: You know, it’s strange. When I was a kid, I didn’t believe in Santa. SCP-6926 looks at researcher Agnew. SCP-6926 takes a sip of coke. SCP-6926: You’re an idiot. Researcher Agnew: Any other business? SCP-6926: Probably finish off here. Go someplace else. You’re kinda bringing down the mood here buddy. Security personnel enter the room and approach SCP-6926. Both restrain SCP-6926 and escort them into the hallway. Shortly afterwards, both security personnel begin to stupor and suddenly collapse onto the floor. SCP-6926 re-enters the room. Researcher Agnew: Hey! What’re you- SCP-6926 grabs a bottle of whisky from a nearby table. SCP-6926: Haha. Lightweights. SCP-6926 disappears
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SCP-6926
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Item#: 6926 Level1 Secondary Class: eshu Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: SCP-6926 Special Containment Procedures: Annual containment efforts of SCP-6926 is primarily managed using Foundation web crawlers designed to track social media reports of its activities. SCP-6926 following acquisition of a minibike (Florida, United States) Reports of anomalous phenomena caused by SCP-6926 are to be tracked and witnesses are to be amnesticized appropriately. Description: SCP-6926 is a humanoid entity resembling a balding, elderly male with a short white beard. SCP-6926 always appears dressed in a manner somewhat resembling traditional depictions of Santa Claus, with additional articles of clothing worn in cold weather. Areas within a twenty-five mile radius of SCP-6926 experience the following phenomena: Environmental: Decrease in local temperatures; enough to sustain the presence of ice and snow. The appearance of partially drunk alcoholic beverages within local homes. Phenomena displayed in humans: Increased fatigue and idleness. Often causing subjects to remain sleeping longer than usual. The inability to keep track of time consistently throughout the day. Severe headaches in subjects that drank alcohol the previous day, no matter how minimal the amount consumed. Feelings of melancholy and regret (Reasons vary between subjects). Additionally, SCP-6926 has displayed various anomalous abilities, including instant teleportation between locations, manipulation and control of ice and snow, inducing alcoholic intoxication through physical contact, and the manifestation of holiday themed/related beverages (Eggnog, Irish-cream, Coca-Cola). SCP-6926 only uses these abilities to aid itself in its annual activities. SCP-6926 manifests annually on the 26th of December in countries that celebrate the holiday “Boxing Day”. During such times SCP-6926 will travel between locations that have hosted social gatherings the night prior, specifically those containing uneaten foodstuffs and beverages leftover from the night before. While there, SCP-6926 will take part in recreational activities such as drinking, eating, and general relaxation. SCP-6926 will de-manifest at 12:00am local time on December 27th. Discovery Log: Local phenomena resulting from SCP-6926’s anomalous properties were first detected in the village of ██████, England, on December 26th 1995. Due to the sudden drastic change in local weather, Foundation agents in the area were dispatched to investigate. SCP-6926 was discovered traveling between pubs in the area, joined by civilians partaking in a pub-crawl that had begun the previous night. Interviews with witnesses revealed SCP-6926 had become heavily intoxicated over the night, during which they made various references to a confidential event that took place on September 22nd the same year. Interview Log: The following is an improvised interview that was recorded following SCP-6926’s sudden manifestation at Site-17’s annual employee boxing day gathering in 1996. Foundation personnel can be heard talking to one another over the sound of music. The room goes silent and the music stops, as personnel notice the presence of SCP-6926. Loud crunching can be heard from SCP-6926. Researcher Agnew approaches. Researcher Agnew: Wow. Um, excuse me? Who’re you? SCP-6926: Hi. What’s up? I’m Santa Claus. Researcher Agnew: Yeah… Um, what are you doing here? SCP-6926 continues eating cookies SCP-6926: Eating right now. Researcher Agnew: Right. Any particular reason you’re here though? SCP-6926: Food. You want some? Researcher Agnew: No thanks. Researcher Agnew gestures to personnel to alert security. Researcher Agnew: So you’re Saint Nick then? SCP-6926: No. I’m Santa Claus. Well, not today at least. It’s my day off. Researcher Agnew: You don’t seem quite jolly enough to be Santa Claus. SCP-6926 picks up a can of coke and notices that it is warm. Frost forms around the can and SCP-6926 smiles. SCP-6926: I don’t care. Researcher Agnew: You know, it’s strange. When I was a kid, I didn’t believe in Santa. SCP-6926 looks at researcher Agnew. SCP-6926 takes a sip of coke. SCP-6926: You’re an idiot. Researcher Agnew: Any other business? SCP-6926: Probably finish off here. Go someplace else. You’re kinda bringing down the mood here buddy. Security personnel enter the room and approach SCP-6926. Both restrain SCP-6926 and escort them into the hallway. Shortly afterwards, both security personnel begin to stupor and suddenly collapse onto the floor. SCP-6926 re-enters the room. Researcher Agnew: Hey! What’re you- SCP-6926 grabs a bottle of whisky from a nearby table. SCP-6926: Haha. Lightweights. SCP-6926 disappears
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close Info X Content Warnings- Themes of ⚠️ Suicide , Mild body horror and swearing. Image Credit: The title image is the Wiki Commons file Volume rendered CT scan of abdominal and pelvic blood vessels by Mikael Häggström, under CC 0 1.0. the image has been cropped, filters applied and information added. Credit: Alva Norstrom for Alva Nordstrom. Credit: TboneBerryhill for Mark Kegans. Credit: Fernlom for the Kroenburg Institute. Article by Fierce fauna Other articles by this author: Poppies and Lavendar, SCP - 6684, Ahmed the 049-2 Instance. ⚠️ content warning SCP-6927 Item #: SCP-6927 Colloquial Designation: Eurydification Special Containment Procedures: Due to the naturally low profile and cooperative nature of SCP-6927-A and SCP-6927-B full containment was deemed unnecessary. Objects’ online and off-line activities are to be monitored and they are to report to a foundation-controlled medical facility for all physical and mental health maintenance. Objects are to be apprehended only if they cease to comply with protocols. Surplus writings, recordings, and visual art produced by 6927-B are to be retained for analysis under the designation 6927-B2. The commissioning of 6927-B and 6927-B2 for covert operations is summissible to level 3 personnel, providing it does not compromise the objects. References to a “Clinic” of a similar nature to that mentioned in the interviews are to be investigated under priority 2. Description: SCP-6927-A is a 1.7 meter human male weighing 75.2 kilograms. It appears to be of Eastern European ancestry and between the ages of 40 and 50. Object identifies as Troian Berryhill and cites its age at 43. It has submitted records confirming name and date of birth. Object is host to an alternate personality that may originate from two clusters of cerebral tissue located adjacent to its adrenal glands. Surgical scars indicate the tissue and its surrounding membranes may have been either deliberately implanted or modified at some point after the object’s birth. Cerebral tissue appears inactive with nerve signals inconsistently registered. DNA tests on tissue are currently inconclusive. Primary object exhibits no memory of events taking place during personality transitions (which are instantaneous) other than a sense of missing time. Alternate personality identifies itself as Camilla Torres (6927-B). 6927-B has proven itself to be the more accessible of the two objects, with 6927-A being more likely to converse with those it perceives as civilians. Despite this, communication with 6927-B is difficult. Sound produced by 6927-A and 6927-B is identical with some variation in voice pattern and tone. Information imparted by 6927-B is un-retainable after 5 to 10 minutes. During this time, it is possible to convey some information to a second party before loss of data. This is possible only by direct word of mouth and should be imprecise. Recordings and transcripts of 6927-B’s voice as well as audio and visual works produced by it are likewise un-retainable. Despite this, 6927-A itself is retainable in memory though recollections of communications with the secondary object are often lost, leading to a general sense of disquiet when 6927-B manifests. Discovery: SCP-6927-A is employed at foundation finance office 6IJ dealing with the documentation of unclassified funds. Instances of “lost or missing time” were reported on several occasions and traced to a specific archivist. Missing time was found to be due to a memory effect that occurred when 6927-A was over-stressed, causing the manifestation of a new personality. Initial contact was made through infrequent details recalled by second party witnesses. New personality claimed to be 6927-A but was often disoriented and never able to recall 6927-A’s recent prior actions within satisfactory perimeters. 6927-B grew more cooperative after a CT scan revealed the presence of cerebral tissue structures and a biopsy confirmed abnormality. During initial proceedings, 6927-A personality was unobserved. Addendum 1 - Interview Some declassification of foundation activities eventually induced 6927-B to agree to a formal interview. As interviews are filmed and recorded in accordance with standard procedure, the media containing the information could be stored for later transcription via second party recollection as files containing 6927-B media such as digital documents or physical drives and papers are, despite their contents, not themselves un-retainable. + Open Interview (Some have reported difficulty with opening the above interview. This may be due to a memory effect as no problems with file code have been noted. Repeating the following aloud between 3 to 5 times and proceeding to the following modified copy may ensure retention of data.) Between the eye’s closing and opening, all is beholden to the whims of the unfettered mind, for we are the many who sleep. If failure to remember the following interview still occurs despite several attempts, assistance should be sought from an approved associate. + Open Interview Access Granted Date: July 10, 1100 HOURS (11:00 AM) 2020 Location: Temporary holding apartment, South sector, Site 62 Videographer: Mark Kegans Interviewer: Site Psychologist Dr. Alva Nordstrom Interviewed: SCP-6927-B Description: SCP-6927-A was contained temporarily pending evaluation. Friends and family were informed of an “Unplugged Vacation.” Dr. Nordstrom: Alright, how long do I have before I start to forget all of this? SCP-6927-B: How often do you remember your dreams? Dr. Nordstrom: May I ask why this happens? SCP-6927-B: May I ask why a person surrounded by reality’s rejects has never seen this before? Existing is hard, even incompletely. Dr. Nordstrom: Is there a chance we could hear from Troian? SCP-6927-B: Perhaps, eventually. I’d have to get him out of here and back to his usual routine. That, and you’d have approach him like sane human beings and not MIBs. He has enough trouble handling one reality, I don’t think he’d respond so well to all this Illuminati stuff. Dr. Nordstrom: Can he hear us? SCP-6927-B: Fortunately, no. Right now he’s off, effectively dead. I can wake him up once things calm down, and see if he wants to “take the wheel” but first I’ll need to get him back home, and convince him you’re just from the clinic. Dr. Nordstrom: The Clinic? SCP-6927-B: Thought you’d be affiliated with those guys. They put me in touch with Troian after he talked about wanting to harm himself. I used to know him, but can’t recall much of our relationship before they installed the links. Dr. Nordstrom: They? SCP-6927-B: The Oneiroi, they told me he required therapeutic negation. Dr. Nordstrom: What did that mean? SCP-6927-B: You ready for this? It’s pretty heavy for a newb. Dr. Nordstrom: (Here Dr. Nordstrom silently mouthed something. Interpretation from video recording approximates the phrase - “But there are many more who sleep.”) * SCP-6927-B: Very well then. Those who seek the void are often told to turn back. None seem to understand that it’s the natural state of all. To not exist is normal. Relatively few are ultimately snared by immutable matter and assembled into forms, the illness is brief - but it’s not what any void dweller was designed for. Dr. Nordstrom: Is this why Troian wanted to harm himself? SCP-6927-B: Indeed. But there were other, far less invasive, ways to give him what he so desperately desired. Instead of turning him away like all the others, I knew what he was looking for and was able to share it. Dr. Nordstrom: Is this what they do at the clinic? SCP-6927-B: Perhaps it’s all they do, perhaps Troian was a special case. I only know what I am doing now and that is helping Troian through his illness. Dr. Nordstrom: Is being alive an illness? SCP-6927-B: It is for Troian. Perhaps it’s not for you. Dr. Nordstrom: You said you once knew Troian? Are you by any chance what some might call - deceased? SCP-6927-B: I know what he is going through as I too was forced to endure it, if that’s what you mean. Dr. Nordstrom: Would you say you are currently nonexistent? SCP-6927-B: Yes. Dr. Nordstrom: May I ask how you can think? SCP-6927-B: Negative space is still a specific imprint on positive things. Dr. Nordstrom: Is Troian aware of you? SCP-6927-B: Aware enough, at night I turn off his brain, and he is able to have what life denies him. I occupy the empty space in order to sustain the body and its memory. During the day - assuming we are left alone, we trade places again. Dr. Nordstrom: How is this different from normal sleep? SCP-6927-B: Being temporarily erased, removed, from the hazardous demands of this often parasitic reality and exposed to a lack of it, fuels a vital part of him. Dr. Nordstrom: Is this hard for you? SCP-6927-B: It won’t take long. Life ends eventually. As for Troian well, he’s not a morning person, but toward evening he perks up, finishes work, tends his plants, goes for walks, does some light reading, I talk to his friends so that’s how I know. It’s healthy stuff if you ask me. You should have seen him when he was being pressured to “achieve.” Catch him then, if you want to ask how he’s doing. Dr. Nordstrom: (shakes hands with SCP-6927-B) Thank you for your cooperation - my apologies if the others gave you any trouble. SCP-6927-B: (laughs) This wasn’t our first rodeo. *(Dr. Nordstrom did not - as was assumed - forget the interview. This was discovered when a colleague reported that they had later shared details. Dr. Nordstrom was questioned about the phrase used during the interview and they provided the extended version used for 6927-B memory retention. Claims to not recall where they learned it. Suggested 6927-B had shared it with them in an unremembered exchange. Potential exchanges had been filmed on security cameras and can not be ruled out. Dr. Nordstrom has nonetheless been suspected of affiliation with the Kroenburg Institute, a university purported to train civilians in classified subjects. Dr. Nordstrom denies this. Due to multiple successes with sentient objects in the past they have retained their position albeit with increased supervision.) Addendum 2 - Interview with Primary Object SCP-6927-A does not affect memory. It can however be instantaneously supplanted by SCP-6927-B when emotionally overwhelmed. The extent to which this is voluntary on the part of either object is unknown, as both objects have referred to the other “taking over.” 6927-A fears foundation personnel. This is consistent with reports from 6927-B. 6927-A has been found to be less likely to panic when engaged with persons it feels are unaffiliated. + Open Interview Access Granted Date: August 25, 1700 HOURS (5:00 PM) 2020 Location: SCP-6927-A’s residence Videographer: Mark Kegans Interviewer: Site Psychologist Dr. Alva Nordstrom Interviewed: SCP-6927-A Description: Objects were returned to prior living conditions. Contact with primary object for the purposes of a formal interview was achieved after a waiting period of 46 days. Waiting period was enacted due to the needs of the object and due to the presence of higher priority cases. SCP-6927-A: (apprehensive) I know you’re not the Oneiroi. What happened with them? Dr. Nordstrom: We are under new management. Reacquainting ourselves with our clients is a big part of what this is. SCP-6927-A: What would you like to know? Are there any forms I could fill out? (smiles) I’m actually pretty good at that. Dr. Nordstrom: (lays papers on the table) You can go through these when you’re ready, for now just relax, and let’s discuss your current status. Would you generally say you are doing well? SCP-6927-A: Yes, well enough. I must admit I thought they were crazy when they said I could die without dying - and even see Camilla again. Dr. Nordstrom: Again? SCP-6927-A: (rests head in hands) It was a car accident. She had donated her body to the Clinic and they said they could use it to help me. Dr. Nordstrom: Those membranes with cerebral tissue in your abdomen? SCP-6927-A: They were part of her yes, but from what they tell me they are more like anchors. She responds to them, but doesn’t really exist anymore, not in that way. Dr. Nordstrom: Do you require anti-rejection meds for those? SCP-6927-A: I received a gene-edit that incorporates the changes into my immune system. So far so good. Should I be worried? Dr. Nordstrom: A constant monitor of your health is in effect, but feel free to call us if something seems wrong. SCP-6927-A: (apprehensive) What’s this going to run me? Dr. Nordstrom: You are entirely covered by your employers, a plan for your retirement is already pending, you will be given all the details on it. I can generally summarize that no further action on your part is required. SCP-6927-A: (apprehensive) Generally? Dr. Nordstrom: I am frequently told to avoid the use of certainties in my speech, especially during interviews. There are people I deal with who may become hostile if they feel they are being misled. SCP-6927-A: Am I one of these people? Dr. Nordstrom: No, and neither is Camilla. SCP-6927-A: (sits up straighter) Has she talked to you? What’s she like? Dr. Nordstrom: It seems the two of you should be well acquainted seeing the extent to which you are physically and metaphysically linked. SCP-6927-A: We kind of occupy different parts of the day. Sometimes I get notes, reminders to take care of myself, but reading too much of her writing can cause us to trade places. Not that it’s bad for that to happen, but it prevents us from having really long written conversations. Audio, unfortunately, does the same thing. We still contact each other a lot, but it’s slow going. Dr. Nordstrom: How much would you say your relationship has changed since the reconnection? SCP-6927-A: At first she was shy about not recalling my name but she found it eventually, and she cares so much it can almost be annoying. When I go out, I have to use buses or walk. It’s why I had to move to ███████, neither of us were ever any good at driving and now I always black out before I can get behind a wheel. Dr. Nordstrom: She used the phrase “Take the wheel.” in an earlier interview, when we asked if we could speak to you. SCP-6927-A: The wheel isn’t good. Camilla believed you were only in charge when you got to touch grass. Not that I’d say she was grounded, before the accident she’d been involved a lot with the Clinic. The stuff they did there (shudders) wasn’t what I’d call down-to-earth. Dr. Nordstrom: She doesn’t seem to recall exactly what happened there. SCP-6927-A: Dying can really mess with your memories, that’s what they told me and it makes a lot of sense, but then, I’m also under the impression those Oneiroi guys did a lot of stuff with memory, copied or traded each other’s dreams and experiences. It’s possible she had willingly given some things up, but I don’t know how any of that would work. Dr. Nordstrom: Is there anything else about the Oneiroi you can share with us? SCP-6927-A: I’m pretty sure it’s not a cult, if that’s what you mean. I used to fear it was something like that but Camilla’s friends always kept their distance, explaining that the things they did “weren’t for everyone” in the most non-judgmental way. They became very supportive when I lost her, calling me “Void Dweller.” It seemed like more of a descriptor than any kind of insult. They - terrified me - but were always waiting in the background to assist me with any problems I had. Eventually, I was willing to try anything to feel better so I let them do their thing to me and didn’t ask too many further questions. Dr. Nordstrom: Did they charge you for these services? SCP-6927-A: No, but sometimes they said they needed money. Not that I pay for anything, just that they needed money. I never really had it but, they’d tell me how to get it, and it was never very hard. Maybe this was them finding a way to charge me covertly? They would have known I’ve always had a phobia of debt. Dr. Nordstrom: Anything else you might want us to know about Camilla, who she was, what she is now, weather there’s anything that might make the two of you more comfortable? SCP-6927-A: She’d always forget peoples’ names, never mine until she came back, but other people’s, faces too. She functioned alright despite this, and it never bothered her, but she’d say it gave her problems in school and I’d noticed over the years how it made her a little paranoid. She’d remember your hobbies though, your pet, your interests, your favorite food … I get these hints of her around the house, things I must have done when she’s in control. She leaves notes for me, one or two sentences, lists for the store etc. I recall the things she used to buy and some times I try add them but this makes my lists disappear, (laughs) so I hide them. When I do manage to sneak gifts into the house she’s more accepting though, a knick-knack makes it’s way to a certain shelf, a bite of pickle or pomegranate right before I wake so I taste it, a shower before sunrise with her old shampoo. It was cheap stuff but she really loved the smell. I wasn’t sure about it but - I wake up with my hair smelling like grass and it’s so funny. She’ll write something like “you deserved that” on the mirror in the bathroom. (object is blushing) - Sorry. (leaves the room) Dr. Nordstrom: (2 minute pause) Videographer: Are we done filming? Dr. Nordstrom: Give him a moment. SCP-6927-A: (returns mumbling apologies) She tried to take over just now. I guess because I got nervous revealing too much of our personal stuff to a stranger. She can feel certain things just enough to wake up and try to protect me from whatever they are. I just got carried away. Normally I have to keep all this a secret. There are people who might mess with us if they knew. You’re not one of those people - Dr. Nordstrom: (interrupts) You haven’t touched your tea, and it still appears to be warm. Before we began, you said you’d never tried this flavor. SCP-6927-A: Okay. (sips tea) Dr. Nordstrom: Does not being able to quite reach each other ever trouble either of you? SCP-6927-A: Sometimes during day, but at night - It’s - It’s enough. Addendum 3 - Inquiry Into Possible Agent Status for SCP-6927-B The ability of SCP-6927-B to question low level witnesses and persons of Interest unaffiliated with the Oneiroi in a covert manner has encouraged inquiry into their implementation as an agent. (Use of aforementioned anti-meme may be required if retention of following is difficult.) + Open Interview Access Granted Date: February 21, 1900 HOURS (7:00 PM) 2021 Location: SCP-6927-A’s residence. Videographer: Mark Kegans Interviewer: Site Psychologist Dr. Alva Nordstrom Interviewed: SCP-6927-B Description: SCP-6927-A “went to bed” early and SCP-6927-B was initiated. A-Object had been granted a vacation day and had spent it repotting their succulent plants in preparation for the spring growing season. Dr. Nordstrom: I was told not to say anything discouraging other than that you are allowed to say no to this without fear of reprisal. SCP-6927-B: I take it I’m being recruited? Dr. Nordstrom: Seeing as you are able to question targets without them remembering it, as well as produce forms and questionnaires that are quickly forgotten by the target as soon as their filled out - yes. SCP-6927-B: It won’t affect the Oneiroi. Dr. Nordstrom: You will not be expected to work with, or target the Oneiroi. SCP-6927-B: Will this endanger Troian? Dr. Nordstrom: If you only choose to supply us with forms and interview those in temporary containment? Unlikely. SCP-6927-B: And the time involved? Dr. Nordstrom: Ah yes, the time. You seem eager to give Troian a life despite believing that “life” isn’t good for him. SCP-6927-B: The peace I found when it happened - would it kill people to just live that way? Just biding one’s time isn’t fucking unwholesome! Not everyone’s a fucking Starchitect! Dr. Nordstrom: (2 minute pause) Would it help if the two of you worked less? SCP-6927-B: Troian works as much as I’ll allow him already. I understand the need for funds, it being a primary condemning factor of existence, but for Troian it’s an addiction fueled by the assumption that work is healthy no matter the quantity. Dr. Nordstrom: Are you under the impression his managers are cruel? SCP-6927-B: They don’t have to be cruel, only lack the incentive to correct what is for them advantageous. Troian is not lazy, he was never lazy, but his father never tired of that accusation and Troian never forgot, no matter how much he needed to. One guilt trip, and he’ll keep bringing it up and stewing. Part of the reason we got together was that I could get him to stop caring for awhile, I could switch him off, make him forget. Dr. Nordstrom: If this next question offends you or is too personal, don’t answer it, you can remain silent, and we can move on. What I’m curious about is, what you saw in Troian. SCP-6927-B: (laughs) A fine thing to ask someone who no longer has a definable mind! Part of what made me special, at least for the purposes of negation, was that I could function without out too much memory, perhaps due to my affiliation with the Oneiroi or the extent of my exposure to the collective. I mostly just use Troian’s long term memory, (that’s how I speak by the way) though his short term escapes me. From there, I can know what he saw in me. I can however, tell you what I see in him now. Dr. Nordstrom: And what might that be? SCP-6927-B: I see not only a person who is brave enough to seek the void but a person who eagerly shares it - with me! At night I can feel him - just completely let go. Like a fish that knows it can breath the water. Dr. Nordstrom: (50 second pause) So he didn’t have to die? SCP-6927-B: (whispers) He can experience death many times and be nourished by it. Protected, from those who fear the dark. Dr. Nordstrom: Do you feel that not attaining the void is bad? SCP-6927-B: The void has a lot of advantages, among these the fact that one can not coerce, or condemn a nonexistent thing, but there are other paths, taken by those who despise as useless that which is unobtainable, un-extractable, unreachable and un-monetizable. Dr. Nordstrom: Monetizable? SCP-6927-B: In the general sense. Ascendants and “Achievers” often prey on people like Troian though they deserve only those as lazy, selfish or naive as themselves and will have a time controlling them. Dr. Nordstrom: And what would you call the Oneiroi? SCP-6927-B: Animals, but it’s not an insult. Dr. Nordstrom: You worked for them? SCP-6927-B: The things they taught me made life endurable and allowed me to help Troian but that knowledge is gone, could be it served its purpose. Dr. Nordstrom: Perhaps there’s something the Foundation could teach you. SCP-6927-B: And what would you call the Foundation? Dr. Nordstrom: Mixed Nuts. SCP-6927-B: (2 minute pause) Dr. Nordstrom: (laughs) What if you see how Troian feels and get back to us. SCP-6927-B: (Shakes hands with Dr. Nordstrom.) It will take time. Dr. Nordstrom: You could probably wait a year or two before they pop this question again, there’s always a lot of other stuff going on. SCP-6927-B: Could Troian and I travel? Dr. Nordstrom: Not only could you travel we have a lot of unused miles and empty safe houses. Troian’s an introvert and you - are forgettable. (A 12 minute interval passes as interview is concluded.) Videographer: Uh, could I ask a question? Dr. Nordstrom: If Camilla allows it. SCP-6927-B: Sure. Videographer: Am I a Void Dweller? SCP-6927-B: Not currently. Videographer: Does that make me an Achiever or an Ascendent? SCP-6927-B: Achievers are Ascendants I don’t like, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and call you an Ascendant. Videographer: Is that bad? SCP-6927-B: Just don’t be an asshole like the others. Conclusion: Photocopies of documents drafted by SCP-6927-B were found to be un-retainable by civilian witnesses. Questionnaires can be used to gather information covertly and minimize the need for amnestic treatments. SCP-6927-B has a 60% compliance rate with questionnaire drafts, but only a 20% compliance rate with in-person interviews. Separate permissions must be obtained from B-Object for each deployment. Updates: A-Object and B-Object were given “tasks” while traveling. Tasks were covert experiments meant to test the Objects’ capabilities in the field. Tasks included the transportation of parcels and the photography of randomly chosen “sites.” Rewards such as gift cards, transportation privileges and small quantities of local currency were offered as incentive with the cover that tasks were “favors” for A-Object’s employers. The incorporation of A-Object into photography tasks was facilitated by Mark Kegans, a distant relative of A-Object through adoption. A-Object is suspected but not proven to have a similar amnestic “cloak” to B-Object albeit with far less observable effect. A-Object requires a chauffeur however some accompaniment was deemed necessary due to the Object’s established value. close Info X Content Warnings- Themes of Suicide, Mild body horror and swearing. Image Credit: The title image is the Wiki Commons file Rendered CT Scan of Abdominal and Pelvic Blood Vessels the image has been cropped, filters applied and information added. Credit: https://twitter.com/NorstromAlva for Alva Nordstrom. Credit: TboneBerryhill for Mark Kegans. Credit: Fernlom for the Kroenburg Institute. Article by Fierce fauna Other articles by this author: Poppies and Lavendar, SCP - 6684, Ahmed the 049-2 Instance. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6927" by Fierce fauna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6927. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X Contains references to self-harm and suicide, homophobic slur, and dark themes. Item #: SCP-6928 Special Containment Procedures: Location has been closed off to the public. Relocate trespassers to Site-33. Description: SCP-6928 is a small ballroom located in the Colonial Mews Guest House (Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, USA). It operated as a dance club, arts venue, and visual/musical artist residency from 1977-1986 before closing due to lack of funds. Subjects who enter SCP-6928 suffer great headaches, stomach pain, and vomiting, with the severity believed to be influenced by the individual's mental fortitude. Weak-willed subjects may experience an intense, days long bout of food poisoning while stronger ones only a migraine. However, all subjects experience negative thoughts which intensify the longer they remain within SCP-6928. One senior researcher, after just an hour and twenty minutes, reported feeling suicidal ("…a very tough hook in my head. It dragged out some insecurities I thought I had overcome years ago.”). Sudden bursts of emotion are also common: some subjects began screaming and punching the walls, others were overcome with grief and collapsed to the floor, six felt an "infinite hollowness" in their chests, and one spent ten minutes running in a circle and jumping up and down in apparent ecstasy — all while experiencing the physical symptoms. Following containment, researchers carried out hyper-sensitive motion/███████████ tests of SCP-6928. Those tests revealed that SCP-6928 contains the apparitions of 399 human beings which are all rushing around the center of the room at a high speed. These apparitions bear the appearance of their living selves at the time of their deaths although heavily decayed. Their faces are contorted in expressions of pain, pleasure, sadness, disgust, or fury. Many have limbs or patches of skin or chunks of the face missing. Rot is near-universal. The apparitions appear to have some material properties with one another as they have been observed climbing, shoving, pulling, pushing, kissing, copulating, and fighting with one another, but as a whole they are immaterial and blend together into a single large whirling mass. Seven of the documented entities were found to be unresponsive. After preliminary tests were finished, a second round of more advanced testing was carried out. A key question researchers were hoping to answer was whether the apparitions present were sentient or, if they were, entirely aware of what they were doing. The last test of this round as of the time of writing involved a researcher trained in psychography1 entering SCP-6928 with a 200-page notebook and observing what words and pictures the apparitions would produce. The journal was filled in under half an hour. Researchers were later able to identify thirteen main authors although some passages contain as many as forty-one. Further analysis of the passage can be found in Document 6928-A upon request. Transcribed below is a section taken from page 85. + show block – hide block Yaou were wrong sugar honey do u wanna dance with me? swipe my guns with ur sugar teeth and take my time down along my back. its a new I’d dy emy hair if I could but he’d get pissed if I did. TYeah they’re not hte worst but they’re alwo not hte best but I mean at the same time I’m also not hte best. I wanna meet u halfway. I wanna examine you I think you’re just being pathetic. You’re screaming but you’re YOU NEVER GET ME ANYMOREnot saying anything. You’re just in love with your YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE THAT DID.own noise. It’s better to slice your throat now out of your own volition than it is to have it cut All of my protections are goneby a pig screaming into the void and I feel sorry for you, but so is everyone else.Nothing matters but see me naked, wet, alone — for everything I truly amleast we were born close enough analyze you like the worst kind of person you;ve ever met. Stomach gas. Time trap. stom ach trap. time trap. -If they won’t let you come home to mecan we sleep together again in your crappy apartment? do you still do that? we have to tell the cops about it, dont we? I dunno. I don’t careabout what the copsyou’re so innocent, you know that? Sooo innocent- you’re so innocenti hate myself i never knew-i hatemyself i hateyoui hateeverything-i’m sorry-THE COMMUNISTS SAID THEY’D FUCKING PROTECT ME. why are you focused on that? Why are you focused on the black I don’t wanna see what they do if reagan gets electedThey’re gonna kill us man. We fought so fucking hard and nwo we’re just fuI feel like a complete failure to all of my heroes. I feel like I bent to power instead of fighting it. I sold-IloveyouIknowitshardandweregoingtodie-out. You make me feel like I’m alive.can’t you just look at me? Can’t you just focus on us right now in this momthis fuckin smack is going in my head. my hands are in my fucking head. im gonna die soon, honey, im sorry im dying i took it— oh my god please help me jesus please — I don’t wanna live to be twenty-one I can’t leave am i going to do, man.what-you-are-you-are-you-are-you-are-you-are-youthis fucking country don’t know what to say to get them to just leave me the fuck alone IFTHE WORLD WERE REALLY RIGHT THERE’D BE A WHITE GENOCIDEkill all of them, but it’s too late. I was born too late to do any of that I HATE YOU ALLi just want to fucking burn everything down and eat everything alive and you know fuck it imma buy a stake in my favorite band..-thestruggledoesntmatterbutiloveyou-You were not here you were not one of usOne day you’re gonna see that we weren’t meant to die. I ain’t got no more money, but I’m happy kinda and I haven’t used in a few weeks.I WISH I’D DONE IT WHEN I WAS TENit’s challenging, but I feel so lucky to tryI’M TOO OLD TO DO IT NOWI’m never gonna have peace of mind, butI’M TOO WEAK AND PATHETIC. I don’t mind as long as I have you.THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL ME.I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to name my children . .. .. . fonlywegottobeangelsyoudloveme, yeahi loveyoutoo. .… . . . All of my heroes aredead I’d do anything. I’d stop beingadyke I'd be a woman againdead and all I can do is choose how I dieYou’re an inspiration to me every day.pent up anger and rage from living’d get a suburban home and a job and kidsnobody else loves you i was alone in a room that was alone in a home alone in a block alone in a loner cointry in a lonely I feel so gross. just-keep breathing you saidpart of the universe. the worst kind of person you;ve ever met-I know you don’t think you’re good and you don’t deserve the life you were given by God but I need you to understand thatI DON'T THINK I WOULD DATE YOU— you fucking are. I love you, I love you so fucking much-i'm not gonna die of old age Even if you were a ghost. that's why i hate Even if nobody else loves youbeing alive. i know and your family doesn’t love youi'm not gonna fade away, i'm gonna be snuffed . and your friends don’t talk to you, I love you. I’llyou never loved me love you for all of them. I’ll love you for the whole world. You don't deserve to die. You don't deserve suicide. outaying there watching you. i think this is itIlove- i think the world is endingit’sokayIloveyouIalwayshaveIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou Footnotes 1. Psychography is the practice of an individual allowing one or more spectral entities to partially inhabit their body for a set amount of time. This is commonly used to allow communications (either verbally or through writing) between the living and the deceased. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6928" by redredred, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6928. Licensed under CC-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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Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6929 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6929 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6929 is to be contained in a standard containment locker at Site-19. Testing access to the anomaly is to be decided at the discretion of the head researcher. Any testing done to discern its odor should not involve overly spraying or pouring SCP-6929 such that it wastes the quantity of perfume within it. Description: SCP-6929 is a half-used bottle of unbranded perfume. Under normal circumstances, SCP-6929 has the properties of normal perfume and is able to be used without any unusual effects. However, on specific dates, SCP-6929’s odor changes, with certain emotions being associated with each odor regardless of the prior experiences of the person smelling it (See Addendum 6929.1). As of now, the cause for SCP-6929's effects, as well as any possible meaning behind its influence on the association of certain emotions, remain unknown. Addendum 6929.1: The following log contains all odors that SCP-6929 has been known to assume, along with commonly associated emotions provided by D-Class personnel upon sampling SCP-6929's odor. Date: June 9th Odor: Paper Associated Emotions: Freedom, relief, middling anxiety, joy, excitement Date: July 7th Odor: Barbecue Associated Emotions: Enjoyment, bonding, attachment, fun, middling romantic attraction Date: July 9th Odor: Cinnamon Associated Emotions: Happiness, growing attachment, love, infatuation Date: July 10th Odor: Caramel and cinnamon Associated Emotions: Satisfaction of hunger, suspected mutual attraction, nervousness, anxiety Date: July 20th Odor: Roast chicken Associated Emotions: Fun, growing anxiety, growing attraction Date: July 20th Odor: Ice cream Associated Emotions: Intense anxiety, intense attraction Date: August 3rd Odor: Flowers Associated Emotions: Intensified nervousness, immense infatuation, expected impending relief Date: August 4th Odor: Flowers and cinnamon Associated Emotions: Overwhelming nervousness, high expectation, sudden shock, intense sadness Date: August 5th Odor: Fried Broccoli Associated Emotions: Listlessness, disappointment, intense sadness Date: August 9th Odor: Coffee Associated Emotions: Sudden and intense anger, sudden and intense blame Date: August 10th, 10:00 PM Odor: Subtle hints of cinnamon Associated Emotions: Sadness, denial, blame, intense anger, overwhelming rage, horror Date: August 10th, 10:04 PM Odor: Vomit and cinnamon Associated Emotions: Denial, anxiety, overwhelming guilt Date: August 11th, 1:00 AM Odor: Soil Associated Emotions: Overwhelming guilt, rage, blame, self-blame, denial, intense denial, overwhelming denial Discovery: SCP-6929 was discovered discarded next to an unmarked grave 74 kilometers outside of the town of Jenner, Oregon on June 15th, 2017. Upon discovery, the object's surface was covered in blood. + Update: 2018/12/25 - Displayed Update: 2018/12/25: A new odor has been recorded to have been emanating from SCP-6929. The following has been added to Addendum 6929.1: Date: December 25th Odor: Rot Associated Emotions: Intense attachment, intense infatuation, overwhelming denial.
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Author: Agente Shuffle Coauthor: extasis Feedback given by: Eduteck, RevenantHeimdall does not match any existing user name, Unihedron, RonnyModZz and Amai-Ixchel; thank you!!! Image Credits: Paty, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0 and modified by Agente Shuffle. Tweet, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Meme 1, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Meme 2, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. WiFi, licensed under Public Domain (CC0). World, by Joel Montes de Oca, licensed under Public Domain (CC0). Forbidden, by Lorc, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Main Clover, by sbed, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Inner Clover, by sbed, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Item#: 6930 Level4 Secondary Class: v-tuber Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6930's avatar during a live stream Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has created and edited wikis about SCP-6930 to include modified information in order to prevent the public from becoming aware of SCP-6930's anomalous nature or origins. Any wiki or Internet post may remark situations regarding SCP-6930's containment or past will be taken down, and the event explained with an alibi. Several bots have been assigned to supervise SCP-6930's live streams to detect any mention of classified information or possible reference to the Foundation and will cut the connection to immediately end the Livestream. If SCP-6930 refuses to follow the Foundation's instructions, personnel are allowed and encouraged to threaten her with the termination of her contract, or the cease of her contract renewal; however, under no circumstances should her contract be suspended, discontinued, or otherwise terminated, be it temporally or permanently. Description: SCP-6930 is an entity of unknown nature that manifests on video platforms and social networks, mainly YouTube and Twitter, under the name of "Patricia 'Paty' Skinner" or simply "Paty". When manifested, SCP-6930 will take the form of a Virtual You-Tuber1, whose avatar has the appearance of a stylized young woman with straight brown hair. Notably, the skin of SCP-6930's avatar is a dark grayish hue with what appears to be a noise texture and has a series of opaque capital A's across the face, neck, and chest; her eyes are a brilliant scarlet reddish hue. It is currently unknown if this is related to its actual theoretical appearance. See Addendum 6930-04 for more information. Her clothing varies, although she is often featured in a magenta shirt that has her logo stamped across the front. Recovery Log: SCP-6930 drew Foundation's attention on January 9, 2030, when the audio tracking bot Listie.iac and reportage bot Claire.iac submitted a report with possible mentions to a previously cataloged Level 5 Classified Anomaly, which were obtained from a live video on YouTube, later confirmed as the "debut streaming" of SCP-6930. Below is an excerpt from the report. SCP-6930: Alright, we'll be starting with my name! My name is Patricia Skinner, but you can call me Paty! Although I've got to admit that it is not quite a Russian name… 'cause I'm Russian, you know? That explains both my accent and my broken English! (Laughs) Yeah, yeah… I come from Usinsk! That's spelled as U, S, I, N, S, K! It's- uh, well, I don't want to speak for everybody else that lives there but… my stay in Usinsk wasn't good, to be honest. SCP-6930: My place was… quite strange. It was a really big facility, and it looked like some sort of big old lab or an office conglomerate. It was also dark most of the time, but truly dark. That's why my eyes are red glowing! They're adapted to see in the dark! I could even say they were designed to see in the dark… But worst of all, it was boring. There was absolutely nothing to do except cleaning the dust of the place over and over again. There was a TV but it was pretty much broken and I couldn't use it… SCP-6930: Anyway, long story short, I got tired of being there and I decided to leave, which was unusually easy to do, don't know how did I not tried to do it before… Enough talk about my past, let's move on to my height! SCP-6930: OK… Jeez, my birthday… Are we already starting with the complicated questions? (Laughs) Well… I don't quite remember when it was… What? Didn't you hear how was the place where I used to live? Do you really think I'd be counting every single day that passed? (Sigh) However, I think I was either born or created at some point in the 70s. Actually, you know what? Let's change this thing here… (Unintelligible babbling) Done! Now it's "Date Of Creation". Cool, innit? [sic] SCP-6930: Why creation? Well, I'm not 100% sure, but everything I found points that I was created as some sort of experiment. Why are you writing shocked-acting things in the chat? It's cool! Anyway, I think… that some smart people were trying to make me, but somehow ended up turning the whole lab into… me? I know it's quite to understand but… yeah, you know what? Let's keep moving on to the next field, ok? It seems that I am narrating the plot of Dr. Strangelove and I-don't-know-what-else. SCP-6930: Likes… Huh, what do I like? I think… I like to exist? I mean, yes, it's nice to be. Nice to exist. You've been existing your whole life, haven't you? How does it feel like? Probably something neat! I've been existing since some time ago and I'm already feeling good! So yeah, let's write that down. (Slowly) Existing. (Normally) Alright! Look at that! Ha! SCP-6930: Now… on the "dislikes" section. Well, what can I dislike? Everything exists, and I love existing, and existing things. I think we're going to leave it blank. Ah! Do you know what would be better? Let's write "N/A" in there. I've seen a couple of important people write that when there's a blank field they don't want to leave blank. Moving on! SCP-6930: No, wait, actually… Does fearing something means that you don't like it? (Babbling) Ok, then I think there's something I fear and therefore dislike. I have to confess that I'm really scared of… ceasing to exist again. Not dying, but stopping being. That's also why I ran away from Russia. Something tells me that… if I go back to that forest… I'll be- I'll stop existing again. Let's just write "Forest", ok? The Forest of Usinsk. Yeah, the forest. The forest that is located in Usinsk. Yeah, Usinsk's Forest. The forest. That one forest. The dark hidden forest… Forest Gump, heh. SCP-6930: Alright, alright. Let's see, the user "D's Nottes" asks us about what kind of experiment am I. Well, I think it's related to, uh, something called The Cold War. I bet you've read that name a lot in your history textbooks, haven't you? Spionage stuff was really popular back then… Yeah, so, some grimish doctors from the Soviet Union were tasked with making a super spy, completely unnoticeable! That explains why I'm greyish, I guess. In any case, they quickly got to work on- (Ringing sound) Oh! Looks like our time is over. But don't worry! We'll be streaming again soon, and we'll finish the story while we play some fun games! It'll be real soon, I promise! Thank you for coming! See you later! Bye! Subsequent attempts to trace the source of the live stream were impossible, as the signal turned out to be, for unknown reasons, impossible to locate. After this, SCP-6930's channel began to be constantly monitored in case another live stream was broadcasted; however, this would not occur until a week later, and the live proceeded normally, with no mention of the origin of SCP-6930 or other related anomalies being made. SCP-6930 would continue to air one to three live streams per week, and no mention was made of any of the previously mentioned abnormalities. After ██ months without incidents or possible leaks of information, SCP-6930 was reclassified as Neutralized and tentatively as an Extranormal Event. Additionally, manual channel supervision was withdrawn, leaving only the bots Claire.iac and Listie.iac in charge of the daily automatic inspection. Addendum 6930-01: On September 16, 2031, SCP-6930 aired a live stream titled «[████ ███ ██] Gaming, Chilling & Answering Questions!». The transmission continued normally until 2:11:39 when allusions to the same anomaly that was mentioned during her initial discovery were again detected. Members of the Foundation's External Relations Department quickly contacted YouTube staff to end the live stream; however, it was reported that due to unknown technical difficulties and unforeseen events, it was impossible to do so. Given this, the Foundation deployed the bot Nombre.iac to run a DTHCP Firewall2 and block the transmission, under the alibi of loss of connection from SCP-6930. Multiple live streams with a similar theme would be broadcasted over the next two months. In most of them, mentions and questions were made about the origins of SCP-6930, with Nombre.iac deploying a Firewall, causing her to lose connection instantly regardless of whether she had read the comment aloud or not. Addendum 6930-02: On November 24, 2031, an anomalous event occurred on a global scale that, similarly to one previously occurred in 199█, almost completely interfered with the EVE patterns of individuals and entities, temporarily disabling the DTHCP Firewalls and making impossible the task of preemptively blocking any live stream carried out by SCP-6930. Members of the Foundation's ERD contacted YouTube's administrative staff again to request the blocking of the permissions of SCP-6930's channel to broadcast live streams temporarily while the Anomalous Event dissipated; however, it was reported that, anew, it was impossible to remove the permissions from SCP-6930's channel, so the Foundation then requested that the word "Usinsk" was temporarily added to the YouTube Word "Black List" and any comments that include it could not be made. YouTube staff agreed and this was implemented a few hours later. The following day, SCP-6930 aired a live stream titled «[█████████████ █] Finishing campaign mode!». Preventively, multiple members of the Mobile Task Force Mu-4 ("Debuggers") were deployed to monitor the chat section and, if required, send multiple miscellaneous comments to obfuscate any other message in relation to the origins or nature of SCP-6930. This process was repeated for a week and a half until the abnormal event, now classified as SCP-████, finally ceased, the DTHCP Firewalls could be run again, and the ban of the word was withdrawn; however, seven days prior to this, it was reported that multiple individuals had noticed this and manifested it on social media, primarily Twitter and Reddit. A tweet complaining about the temporary ban on the word "Usinsk" on YouTube This was originally dismissed by the Foundation since it was planned to explain the banning of the word through an alibi and it was believed that the news would not spread considerably; however, five days after the creation of the alibi, an estimated 5251 Twitter threads, and 3340 Reddit threads, were reported talking about the subject, among which multiple users stood out assuring that there was a connection between the word and the sudden losses of connection on the part of SCP-6930. It should be noted that, although SCP-6930 had only 1.5K subscribers on her YouTube channel and 1.7K followers on Twitter, it is estimated that a total of 13.8K Internet users obtained knowledge of the theories and a total of 10.2K users found out about the word's ban on YouTube. Mobile Task Forces Mu-4 ("Debuggers") and Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") were quickly deployed to locate and amnestize the subjects involved in the situation, as well as to eliminate all publications or notes related to the event. Following this incident, SCP-6930 was reclassified back to Keter and manual monitoring of live stream content was implemented again. Additional efforts to intentionally decrease SCP-6930's audience were approved and began to take place shortly thereafter. Addendum 6930-03: On October 3, 2033, SCP-6930 broadcast a live stream named «A Few Words Before Leaving», which was attended by a total of 404 users, of which 57 were members of the Foundation who were allowed to attend. Below is an excerpt from the live stream. SCP-6930: (With trembling voice) Hello again. It's- it's me, Paty! Thank you very much for… for coming, today's live stream will be something special because… (Pause) It's probably the last one I'll do. SCP-6930: Some things have happened these months, and you can imagine that this whole thing of the slow but constant descent of views has made me wonder if I really should keep doing this. Not for nothing, but because I really feel that no matter how much I give my all, it will continue to be a free fall and there will come a time when, finally, no one supports me. It might sound stupid and that, and maybe it is, but for a long time all I knew was silence, and, well, there was nothing that really made me feel alive or gave me the strength to carry on. (Sob) (Pause) SCP-6930: But I suppose this is a kind of cycle at the end of the day, everything that goes up has to come down, and my content is not something really special either, is it? SCP-6930: Yes, it is nothing special. SCP-6930: Yeah, uh… About the connection drops… Honestly, I never really knew what they were due to. They didn't help in the least; I was desperate to try to constantly reconnect over and over again, mostly because you are my audience and I wanted to… (Sobbing) I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. SCP-6930: Anyway… It was nice to be with you one last time. Be good, you are asked by a 2D girl who does not give much more. And also… (SCP-6930 takes a deep breath) SCP-6930: Even though it ended like this, thank you, everyone. I love you all. I won't forget you, guys. (A cry is heard in the distance) SCP-6930 was tentatively classified as Neutralized after this. However, two days later, Res. Kore submitted a proposal to Lead Researcher Dr. Miller regarding SCP-6930. Below is a log of the mail. FROM: Researcher Vanna Kore TO: Doctor Louis Miller SUBJECT: Proposal on a possible update to SCP-6930's containment methods Greetings, Doctor Miller. If I may, I'll say I don't agree at all with our methods and procedures regarding SCP-6930 and her containment. While I'm well aware of her anomalous nature and the possible threat she poses to the Veil's integrity, I believe we could and should have acted differently. I say this for the obvious: her career has been ruined and the entire Internet has laughed at her in her lowest because of us. Despite knowing that the Foundation has done far more severe things in the past to protect normalcy, I don't think our actions were right in this situation. You just have to see what some users did to illustrate my point. I attach files. I know they are just harmless visual jokes on their own, but considering SCP-6930's previous behavior, it is very likely that they negatively affected her more than we initially believed, worsening her mental state considerably. I've been pondering the situation, and I think I have come up with a solution for this; a containment proposal that doesn't expose the anomaly to further psychological damage that may provoke unknown consequences, nor does it threaten the Veil. The proposal is as follows: We will allow SCP-6930 to continue streaming under our direct control of her actions and management of her social networks through a front company. In exchange, SCP-6930 must comply with certain conditions, including but not limited to: Completely change the fictional background of her character to one that does not mention or resemble any known anomaly. Avoid any mention of topics that may be related to or may concern the SCP Foundation. Deliver to the Foundation a percentage between 40% and 60% of her monthly or weekly earnings, depending on her success. If the proposal is authorized, I personally offer to monitor the progress and evolution of SCP-6930's behavior with my suggestions. If no improvement is observed after half a year, feel free to continue with the current protocols. Atte: Res. Kore Addendum 6930-04: After the proposal was approved, Res. Kore contacted SCP-6930, claiming to be a member of the front company "Sponsoring Creative People". Below is a record of some conversations that took place. Greetings, Paty! I'm Ashley Castinger, manager of the audiovisual company "Sponsoring Creative People", and we take care of finding talented people like you to give them an opportunity to stand out on social media! We have recently become interested in your content and, since we think it could be a good time to also jump into the world of streaming, we would like to offer you a special deal. What do you say about associating with us to increase your reach on social media? We could help you manage your channel and even sponsor you if you wish. Hi Ashley! Thanks for your interest in my content! I'd love to work with you! When do we start? Ahh, we'd like to know you better first! So, please, tell us more about yourself and your character. Oh, sure! Well, it all started quite a long time ago, about 60 years or so. You may have heard of the Cold War and the significant involvement of the Soviet Union in it. From what I remember seeing and hearing, a group of various scientists was conducting intensive research on something they called "Изучение непостижимого"3. It was related to things that exist, but cannot be perceived; not sure if you understand what I mean. Yeah, I think I get it. Please continue. They wanted to create some sort of Espionage System based on these… "principles". However, it was still possible to perceive these imperceptible things under certain circumstances or with certain technologies, and the Soviets didn't want to risk being discovered. Because that could lead to the capture of the spy in question and the enemy side could decipher their System with reverse engineering. However, a new "method" was proposed; it allowed only certain individuals to perceive the spy. This method was named "Только для тебя"4. However, despite being a plausible project, it was finally rejected. Why? I don't know. All I know is that the project was discarded in favor of a different project: Проект КАТЮША5. The purpose of this new project was to create something that technically did not exist, but could still perform actions. It sounds complicated to understand, and honestly, not even I know how it works, much less how they achieved it, but they did. I am the result of this. I am, and at the same time, I am not, an inexistence to which an attempt was made to give shape and character, appearance and essence. I had non-existed practically forever, but it wasn't until I became self-aware that I realized it was… painful, to say the least. I was a shapeless, amorphous mass screaming in agony, but no one seemed to even notice. If they were aware, they did a good job of ignoring it. My God, that sounds terrible. It was. They kept testing and analyzing me, trying to understand what 'nothingness' was, although they were far from that. After all, not even I understand it. They were smart though. I'm sure that, if given enough time, they would have been able to comprehend what am I. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Instead, something went terribly wrong. Why not? What happened? I don't think I know exactly what was it, and no one saw it coming. One day, in less than a second, a great void appeared and expanded violently, assimilating everything it touched, erasing it from existence but not from perception. In the blink of an eye, the entire facility and a big portion of the outer forest ceased to be. The void stopped expanding as quickly as it appeared. I remember the scientists and I feel terrible for them all. Despite not existing, each one perceived the others, which shaped them within their own nonexistence. They all tried to escape, but none of them could. And things were just beginning. What do you mean? The despair of being trapped inside the building made them all fight against each other very quickly. It first started as small verbal fights, but they gradually increased until the men's attitudes became unrecognizable. They all began perceiving each other in gruesome and negative ways, distorting themselves further and further by every word that was said. But they weren't like that. I think what consumed them had to do with it. That 'something' filled them with hatred, and they soon ended up screaming even louder than I ever screamed. Eventually, they all melted into nothingness and pain, and joined the void that was surrounding them. That's terrible. What happened after that? Once they were gone, I thought I'd be gone too. I thought they were the ones keeping me conscious due to their perception of me, but as soon as they vanished I realized I was wrong. I didn't cease to be, even though there was nobody left to perceive me. Or maybe the void was staring back at me, knowing I was there. Perhaps the void was aware of me and hated me deeply as it whispered "Traitor". Eventually, I decided to face the same obstacle all the scientists had faced long ago: the barrier that kept me from escaping. I pushed my way through the void that was pulling hard on me and begging me to stay. Like my screams, I ignored it and finally managed to get out. But, maybe I was never trapped, and perhaps there was never a barrier. After all, the only real walls are the ones your mind projects, but what happens when there is no mind left to hinder itself? Once I was out, I began exploring the world. I was alive, and I felt amazing. I could be anything I wanted, I could be anybody I wanted. I even met nice people. Really? Who were these people? After some time existing, I found out about this streaming stuff, and I thought it was nice. You play something, talk with people and people like you. Sounded good to me. I guess that's the story of Paty. Woah. That's… complex. Your creativity amazes us! I've been spellbound reading the progress of the story. That dark and "noir" touch of clandestine experiments is something that hasn't been explored much lately. What about you? What can you tell us about yourself? What do you mean? That's my own story. My "character" is, well, myself Wait a second. oh god yeah I tried to take refuge and forget everything with the streaming but, well, I think you know what happened recently. We are truly sorry to hear about everything you have had to experience. But don't worry, we will do everything we can to give you a second chance to shine. thank you so much for this What do you think of the little backstory we have made for your character? We think it could be a popular thing to do if it is approached appropriately. I like it. "Cloverfield" sounds like a friendly name. Although I do not see very well how the aesthetics of the character could fully fit into the story. That's the neat part: we can help you make a completely new one that fits! 😁 Hm… I really don't feel like my avatar requires a complete redesign, although there are a few things I'd like to change; I do not know if it is possible. Of course! What are you thinking about? I was thinking of a new hairstyle and maybe changing my barrette. Perhaps new clothes are appropriate too. That sounds great! Anything else? Maybe the color of my eyes, to a more beautiful purple. Other than that, I think I'm happy with my current design. Alright. 👌 Hey, um, if you don't mind, could you tell us a little about the reason for your avatar? Like, why does it have some unusual physical characteristics? Sure. As I've told you before, the avatar is supposed to be a cartoonish human-like version of myself. I just added the hair and the cute girly shape. Everything else is pretty similar to how do I look like. Including the noise effect on your skin? Yup. It was kind of hard to do but looks nice to me. That's quite impressive. Anyway, if everything regarding the character has been clear, I would like to move on to the next point: Guidelines and codes of conduct. Is it okay? Sure! We'll start with the basics: Words you shouldn't mention. I guess you have a mental list of things you shouldn't say because they're rude or inappropriate, right? Yes. Will even more words that I shouldn't say be added? Ha ha. Just a few, but we can help you find words that have a similar meaning, in case you need to use them. The first one is "Foundation". If you need to use it to say when something was created, you can say "Date of establishment". If you need to use it to mention a big group of people, you can say "Organisation" or "Conglomerate. Ok? The next one is "Usinsk". There has been already an incident with that word some time ago, you should understand why it isn't appropriate. These are the main words that you should avoid; now, I'll show you some others that are also part of the list. Well, just to wrap this up we would like to ask you one last thing. What was, approximately, your monthly income rate during the previous streams you made, and how much do you aspire to get after joining? Income rate? What do you mean? You know, how much money you get during the streams of a month on average. That includes additional related earnings. The… donation things and stuff? Yes! You don't need to be extremely precise, a rough approximation might do the trick. Hm. I would say that I was earning approximately $█K per month at the peak of my career, although the amount was gradually decreasing. Anyway, I really don't need it. I would agree to receive a minimum just for the feeling of getting something. So… you really don't need anything at all? I don't, but it's nice when you know you've got something for yourself. Is it weird? Uh, I don't think so. Although I would like you not to externalize it too much. хорошо6 Nice! In that case, and if everything has been agreed… Welcome to the Team, Claire Cloverfield! 💖 After this, a group of Site-198 Personnel was appointed to be part of SCP-6930's Crew. Below is a summary list. SCP-6930's current YouTube channel profile picture General Manager: Addison J. Aznavour7 Illustrator: Charles Phaserfield8 Technical Assistant: Reed Sawyer9 Marketing and Advertising: Gina T. Gómez10 Psichological Aid: Mary Landon11 Booking and Contact: Harlow F. West12 Stream Chat Moderator: Marshall Clayton13 Addendum 6930-05: On April 7, 2034, and thanks to the influence of the Foundation, SCP-6930 was, along with █ other Virtual YouTubers, included in the ██th Generation of HoloLive Productions, and reached 6.5 million subscribers shortly after. Additional Notes: Look at my girl grow. — Res. V. Kore Footnotes 1. Also popularly known as "VTuber". 2. In a simplified way, DTHCP Firewalls are a variant of DHCP Firewalls with Thaumatological Mechanisms (from which the firewall gets the "T" in its name) to track the user's Elan-Vital Energy instead of the Dynamic IP Address, although more modern and broad versions of this variant track both. 3. "Izucheniye Nepostizhimogo", lit. Study of the inconceivable. Believed to be a term coined by the "Progress" Research Institute to designate antimemetics. 4. "Tol'ko dlya tebya", lit. Only for you. 5. "Project KATYUSHA". 6. "Okay" 7. Fictitious name for Dr. Polly "Rhythm" Hershey. Researcher Vanna Kore was also involved. 8. Fictitious name for Res. Amaro Mondragón. 9. Fictitious name for Res. Ena "Tek" Nolan. The bots Kirby.iac and Arco.iac are also involved. 10. Fictitious name for Dr. Sasha Durand. 11. Fictitious name for Dr. Evangeline "Rainbow" Campbell. 12. Fictitious name for Dr. Justine Everwood. 13. Fictitious name for Agt. Mike E. Costello.
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Author: Agente Shuffle Coauthor: extasis Feedback given by: Eduteck, RevenantHeimdall does not match any existing user name, Unihedron, RonnyModZz and Amai-Ixchel; thank you!!! Image Credits: Paty, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0 and modified by Agente Shuffle. Tweet, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Meme 1, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Meme 2, by Agente Shuffle, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. WiFi, licensed under Public Domain (CC0). World, by Joel Montes de Oca, licensed under Public Domain (CC0). Forbidden, by Lorc, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Main Clover, by sbed, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Inner Clover, by sbed, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Item#: 6930 Level4 Secondary Class: v-tuber Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6930's avatar during a live stream Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has created and edited wikis about SCP-6930 to include modified information in order to prevent the public from becoming aware of SCP-6930's anomalous nature or origins. Any wiki or Internet post may remark situations regarding SCP-6930's containment or past will be taken down, and the event explained with an alibi. Several bots have been assigned to supervise SCP-6930's live streams to detect any mention of classified information or possible reference to the Foundation and will cut the connection to immediately end the Livestream. If SCP-6930 refuses to follow the Foundation's instructions, personnel are allowed and encouraged to threaten her with the termination of her contract, or the cease of her contract renewal; however, under no circumstances should her contract be suspended, discontinued, or otherwise terminated, be it temporally or permanently. Description: SCP-6930 is an entity of unknown nature that manifests on video platforms and social networks, mainly YouTube and Twitter, under the name of "Patricia 'Paty' Skinner" or simply "Paty". When manifested, SCP-6930 will take the form of a Virtual You-Tuber1, whose avatar has the appearance of a stylized young woman with straight brown hair. Notably, the skin of SCP-6930's avatar is a dark grayish hue with what appears to be a noise texture and has a series of opaque capital A's across the face, neck, and chest; her eyes are a brilliant scarlet reddish hue. It is currently unknown if this is related to its actual theoretical appearance. See Addendum 6930-04 for more information. Her clothing varies, although she is often featured in a magenta shirt that has her logo stamped across the front. Recovery Log: SCP-6930 drew Foundation's attention on January 9, 2030, when the audio tracking bot Listie.iac and reportage bot Claire.iac submitted a report with possible mentions to a previously cataloged Level 5 Classified Anomaly, which were obtained from a live video on YouTube, later confirmed as the "debut streaming" of SCP-6930. Below is an excerpt from the report. SCP-6930: Alright, we'll be starting with my name! My name is Patricia Skinner, but you can call me Paty! Although I've got to admit that it is not quite a Russian name… 'cause I'm Russian, you know? That explains both my accent and my broken English! (Laughs) Yeah, yeah… I come from Usinsk! That's spelled as U, S, I, N, S, K! It's- uh, well, I don't want to speak for everybody else that lives there but… my stay in Usinsk wasn't good, to be honest. SCP-6930: My place was… quite strange. It was a really big facility, and it looked like some sort of big old lab or an office conglomerate. It was also dark most of the time, but truly dark. That's why my eyes are red glowing! They're adapted to see in the dark! I could even say they were designed to see in the dark… But worst of all, it was boring. There was absolutely nothing to do except cleaning the dust of the place over and over again. There was a TV but it was pretty much broken and I couldn't use it… SCP-6930: Anyway, long story short, I got tired of being there and I decided to leave, which was unusually easy to do, don't know how did I not tried to do it before… Enough talk about my past, let's move on to my height! SCP-6930: OK… Jeez, my birthday… Are we already starting with the complicated questions? (Laughs) Well… I don't quite remember when it was… What? Didn't you hear how was the place where I used to live? Do you really think I'd be counting every single day that passed? (Sigh) However, I think I was either born or created at some point in the 70s. Actually, you know what? Let's change this thing here… (Unintelligible babbling) Done! Now it's "Date Of Creation". Cool, innit? [sic] SCP-6930: Why creation? Well, I'm not 100% sure, but everything I found points that I was created as some sort of experiment. Why are you writing shocked-acting things in the chat? It's cool! Anyway, I think… that some smart people were trying to make me, but somehow ended up turning the whole lab into… me? I know it's quite to understand but… yeah, you know what? Let's keep moving on to the next field, ok? It seems that I am narrating the plot of Dr. Strangelove and I-don't-know-what-else. SCP-6930: Likes… Huh, what do I like? I think… I like to exist? I mean, yes, it's nice to be. Nice to exist. You've been existing your whole life, haven't you? How does it feel like? Probably something neat! I've been existing since some time ago and I'm already feeling good! So yeah, let's write that down. (Slowly) Existing. (Normally) Alright! Look at that! Ha! SCP-6930: Now… on the "dislikes" section. Well, what can I dislike? Everything exists, and I love existing, and existing things. I think we're going to leave it blank. Ah! Do you know what would be better? Let's write "N/A" in there. I've seen a couple of important people write that when there's a blank field they don't want to leave blank. Moving on! SCP-6930: No, wait, actually… Does fearing something means that you don't like it? (Babbling) Ok, then I think there's something I fear and therefore dislike. I have to confess that I'm really scared of… ceasing to exist again. Not dying, but stopping being. That's also why I ran away from Russia. Something tells me that… if I go back to that forest… I'll be- I'll stop existing again. Let's just write "Forest", ok? The Forest of Usinsk. Yeah, the forest. The forest that is located in Usinsk. Yeah, Usinsk's Forest. The forest. That one forest. The dark hidden forest… Forest Gump, heh. SCP-6930: Alright, alright. Let's see, the user "D's Nottes" asks us about what kind of experiment am I. Well, I think it's related to, uh, something called The Cold War. I bet you've read that name a lot in your history textbooks, haven't you? Spionage stuff was really popular back then… Yeah, so, some grimish doctors from the Soviet Union were tasked with making a super spy, completely unnoticeable! That explains why I'm greyish, I guess. In any case, they quickly got to work on- (Ringing sound) Oh! Looks like our time is over. But don't worry! We'll be streaming again soon, and we'll finish the story while we play some fun games! It'll be real soon, I promise! Thank you for coming! See you later! Bye! Subsequent attempts to trace the source of the live stream were impossible, as the signal turned out to be, for unknown reasons, impossible to locate. After this, SCP-6930's channel began to be constantly monitored in case another live stream was broadcasted; however, this would not occur until a week later, and the live proceeded normally, with no mention of the origin of SCP-6930 or other related anomalies being made. SCP-6930 would continue to air one to three live streams per week, and no mention was made of any of the previously mentioned abnormalities. After ██ months without incidents or possible leaks of information, SCP-6930 was reclassified as Neutralized and tentatively as an Extranormal Event. Additionally, manual channel supervision was withdrawn, leaving only the bots Claire.iac and Listie.iac in charge of the daily automatic inspection. Addendum 6930-01: On September 16, 2031, SCP-6930 aired a live stream titled «[████ ███ ██] Gaming, Chilling & Answering Questions!». The transmission continued normally until 2:11:39 when allusions to the same anomaly that was mentioned during her initial discovery were again detected. Members of the Foundation's External Relations Department quickly contacted YouTube staff to end the live stream; however, it was reported that due to unknown technical difficulties and unforeseen events, it was impossible to do so. Given this, the Foundation deployed the bot Nombre.iac to run a DTHCP Firewall2 and block the transmission, under the alibi of loss of connection from SCP-6930. Multiple live streams with a similar theme would be broadcasted over the next two months. In most of them, mentions and questions were made about the origins of SCP-6930, with Nombre.iac deploying a Firewall, causing her to lose connection instantly regardless of whether she had read the comment aloud or not. Addendum 6930-02: On November 24, 2031, an anomalous event occurred on a global scale that, similarly to one previously occurred in 199█, almost completely interfered with the EVE patterns of individuals and entities, temporarily disabling the DTHCP Firewalls and making impossible the task of preemptively blocking any live stream carried out by SCP-6930. Members of the Foundation's ERD contacted YouTube's administrative staff again to request the blocking of the permissions of SCP-6930's channel to broadcast live streams temporarily while the Anomalous Event dissipated; however, it was reported that, anew, it was impossible to remove the permissions from SCP-6930's channel, so the Foundation then requested that the word "Usinsk" was temporarily added to the YouTube Word "Black List" and any comments that include it could not be made. YouTube staff agreed and this was implemented a few hours later. The following day, SCP-6930 aired a live stream titled «[█████████████ █] Finishing campaign mode!». Preventively, multiple members of the Mobile Task Force Mu-4 ("Debuggers") were deployed to monitor the chat section and, if required, send multiple miscellaneous comments to obfuscate any other message in relation to the origins or nature of SCP-6930. This process was repeated for a week and a half until the abnormal event, now classified as SCP-████, finally ceased, the DTHCP Firewalls could be run again, and the ban of the word was withdrawn; however, seven days prior to this, it was reported that multiple individuals had noticed this and manifested it on social media, primarily Twitter and Reddit. A tweet complaining about the temporary ban on the word "Usinsk" on YouTube This was originally dismissed by the Foundation since it was planned to explain the banning of the word through an alibi and it was believed that the news would not spread considerably; however, five days after the creation of the alibi, an estimated 5251 Twitter threads, and 3340 Reddit threads, were reported talking about the subject, among which multiple users stood out assuring that there was a connection between the word and the sudden losses of connection on the part of SCP-6930. It should be noted that, although SCP-6930 had only 1.5K subscribers on her YouTube channel and 1.7K followers on Twitter, it is estimated that a total of 13.8K Internet users obtained knowledge of the theories and a total of 10.2K users found out about the word's ban on YouTube. Mobile Task Forces Mu-4 ("Debuggers") and Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") were quickly deployed to locate and amnestize the subjects involved in the situation, as well as to eliminate all publications or notes related to the event. Following this incident, SCP-6930 was reclassified back to Keter and manual monitoring of live stream content was implemented again. Additional efforts to intentionally decrease SCP-6930's audience were approved and began to take place shortly thereafter. Addendum 6930-03: On October 3, 2033, SCP-6930 broadcast a live stream named «A Few Words Before Leaving», which was attended by a total of 404 users, of which 57 were members of the Foundation who were allowed to attend. Below is an excerpt from the live stream. SCP-6930: (With trembling voice) Hello again. It's- it's me, Paty! Thank you very much for… for coming, today's live stream will be something special because… (Pause) It's probably the last one I'll do. SCP-6930: Some things have happened these months, and you can imagine that this whole thing of the slow but constant descent of views has made me wonder if I really should keep doing this. Not for nothing, but because I really feel that no matter how much I give my all, it will continue to be a free fall and there will come a time when, finally, no one supports me. It might sound stupid and that, and maybe it is, but for a long time all I knew was silence, and, well, there was nothing that really made me feel alive or gave me the strength to carry on. (Sob) (Pause) SCP-6930: But I suppose this is a kind of cycle at the end of the day, everything that goes up has to come down, and my content is not something really special either, is it? SCP-6930: Yes, it is nothing special. SCP-6930: Yeah, uh… About the connection drops… Honestly, I never really knew what they were due to. They didn't help in the least; I was desperate to try to constantly reconnect over and over again, mostly because you are my audience and I wanted to… (Sobbing) I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. SCP-6930: Anyway… It was nice to be with you one last time. Be good, you are asked by a 2D girl who does not give much more. And also… (SCP-6930 takes a deep breath) SCP-6930: Even though it ended like this, thank you, everyone. I love you all. I won't forget you, guys. (A cry is heard in the distance) SCP-6930 was tentatively classified as Neutralized after this. However, two days later, Res. Kore submitted a proposal to Lead Researcher Dr. Miller regarding SCP-6930. Below is a log of the mail. FROM: Researcher Vanna Kore TO: Doctor Louis Miller SUBJECT: Proposal on a possible update to SCP-6930's containment methods Greetings, Doctor Miller. If I may, I'll say I don't agree at all with our methods and procedures regarding SCP-6930 and her containment. While I'm well aware of her anomalous nature and the possible threat she poses to the Veil's integrity, I believe we could and should have acted differently. I say this for the obvious: her career has been ruined and the entire Internet has laughed at her in her lowest because of us. Despite knowing that the Foundation has done far more severe things in the past to protect normalcy, I don't think our actions were right in this situation. You just have to see what some users did to illustrate my point. I attach files. I know they are just harmless visual jokes on their own, but considering SCP-6930's previous behavior, it is very likely that they negatively affected her more than we initially believed, worsening her mental state considerably. I've been pondering the situation, and I think I have come up with a solution for this; a containment proposal that doesn't expose the anomaly to further psychological damage that may provoke unknown consequences, nor does it threaten the Veil. The proposal is as follows: We will allow SCP-6930 to continue streaming under our direct control of her actions and management of her social networks through a front company. In exchange, SCP-6930 must comply with certain conditions, including but not limited to: Completely change the fictional background of her character to one that does not mention or resemble any known anomaly. Avoid any mention of topics that may be related to or may concern the SCP Foundation. Deliver to the Foundation a percentage between 40% and 60% of her monthly or weekly earnings, depending on her success. If the proposal is authorized, I personally offer to monitor the progress and evolution of SCP-6930's behavior with my suggestions. If no improvement is observed after half a year, feel free to continue with the current protocols. Atte: Res. Kore Addendum 6930-04: After the proposal was approved, Res. Kore contacted SCP-6930, claiming to be a member of the front company "Sponsoring Creative People". Below is a record of some conversations that took place. Greetings, Paty! I'm Ashley Castinger, manager of the audiovisual company "Sponsoring Creative People", and we take care of finding talented people like you to give them an opportunity to stand out on social media! We have recently become interested in your content and, since we think it could be a good time to also jump into the world of streaming, we would like to offer you a special deal. What do you say about associating with us to increase your reach on social media? We could help you manage your channel and even sponsor you if you wish. Hi Ashley! Thanks for your interest in my content! I'd love to work with you! When do we start? Ahh, we'd like to know you better first! So, please, tell us more about yourself and your character. Oh, sure! Well, it all started quite a long time ago, about 60 years or so. You may have heard of the Cold War and the significant involvement of the Soviet Union in it. From what I remember seeing and hearing, a group of various scientists was conducting intensive research on something they called "Изучение непостижимого"3. It was related to things that exist, but cannot be perceived; not sure if you understand what I mean. Yeah, I think I get it. Please continue. They wanted to create some sort of Espionage System based on these… "principles". However, it was still possible to perceive these imperceptible things under certain circumstances or with certain technologies, and the Soviets didn't want to risk being discovered. Because that could lead to the capture of the spy in question and the enemy side could decipher their System with reverse engineering. However, a new "method" was proposed; it allowed only certain individuals to perceive the spy. This method was named "Только для тебя"4. However, despite being a plausible project, it was finally rejected. Why? I don't know. All I know is that the project was discarded in favor of a different project: Проект КАТЮША5. The purpose of this new project was to create something that technically did not exist, but could still perform actions. It sounds complicated to understand, and honestly, not even I know how it works, much less how they achieved it, but they did. I am the result of this. I am, and at the same time, I am not, an inexistence to which an attempt was made to give shape and character, appearance and essence. I had non-existed practically forever, but it wasn't until I became self-aware that I realized it was… painful, to say the least. I was a shapeless, amorphous mass screaming in agony, but no one seemed to even notice. If they were aware, they did a good job of ignoring it. My God, that sounds terrible. It was. They kept testing and analyzing me, trying to understand what 'nothingness' was, although they were far from that. After all, not even I understand it. They were smart though. I'm sure that, if given enough time, they would have been able to comprehend what am I. Unfortunately, that did not happen. Instead, something went terribly wrong. Why not? What happened? I don't think I know exactly what was it, and no one saw it coming. One day, in less than a second, a great void appeared and expanded violently, assimilating everything it touched, erasing it from existence but not from perception. In the blink of an eye, the entire facility and a big portion of the outer forest ceased to be. The void stopped expanding as quickly as it appeared. I remember the scientists and I feel terrible for them all. Despite not existing, each one perceived the others, which shaped them within their own nonexistence. They all tried to escape, but none of them could. And things were just beginning. What do you mean? The despair of being trapped inside the building made them all fight against each other very quickly. It first started as small verbal fights, but they gradually increased until the men's attitudes became unrecognizable. They all began perceiving each other in gruesome and negative ways, distorting themselves further and further by every word that was said. But they weren't like that. I think what consumed them had to do with it. That 'something' filled them with hatred, and they soon ended up screaming even louder than I ever screamed. Eventually, they all melted into nothingness and pain, and joined the void that was surrounding them. That's terrible. What happened after that? Once they were gone, I thought I'd be gone too. I thought they were the ones keeping me conscious due to their perception of me, but as soon as they vanished I realized I was wrong. I didn't cease to be, even though there was nobody left to perceive me. Or maybe the void was staring back at me, knowing I was there. Perhaps the void was aware of me and hated me deeply as it whispered "Traitor". Eventually, I decided to face the same obstacle all the scientists had faced long ago: the barrier that kept me from escaping. I pushed my way through the void that was pulling hard on me and begging me to stay. Like my screams, I ignored it and finally managed to get out. But, maybe I was never trapped, and perhaps there was never a barrier. After all, the only real walls are the ones your mind projects, but what happens when there is no mind left to hinder itself? Once I was out, I began exploring the world. I was alive, and I felt amazing. I could be anything I wanted, I could be anybody I wanted. I even met nice people. Really? Who were these people? After some time existing, I found out about this streaming stuff, and I thought it was nice. You play something, talk with people and people like you. Sounded good to me. I guess that's the story of Paty. Woah. That's… complex. Your creativity amazes us! I've been spellbound reading the progress of the story. That dark and "noir" touch of clandestine experiments is something that hasn't been explored much lately. What about you? What can you tell us about yourself? What do you mean? That's my own story. My "character" is, well, myself Wait a second. oh god yeah I tried to take refuge and forget everything with the streaming but, well, I think you know what happened recently. We are truly sorry to hear about everything you have had to experience. But don't worry, we will do everything we can to give you a second chance to shine. thank you so much for this What do you think of the little backstory we have made for your character? We think it could be a popular thing to do if it is approached appropriately. I like it. "Cloverfield" sounds like a friendly name. Although I do not see very well how the aesthetics of the character could fully fit into the story. That's the neat part: we can help you make a completely new one that fits! 😁 Hm… I really don't feel like my avatar requires a complete redesign, although there are a few things I'd like to change; I do not know if it is possible. Of course! What are you thinking about? I was thinking of a new hairstyle and maybe changing my barrette. Perhaps new clothes are appropriate too. That sounds great! Anything else? Maybe the color of my eyes, to a more beautiful purple. Other than that, I think I'm happy with my current design. Alright. 👌 Hey, um, if you don't mind, could you tell us a little about the reason for your avatar? Like, why does it have some unusual physical characteristics? Sure. As I've told you before, the avatar is supposed to be a cartoonish human-like version of myself. I just added the hair and the cute girly shape. Everything else is pretty similar to how do I look like. Including the noise effect on your skin? Yup. It was kind of hard to do but looks nice to me. That's quite impressive. Anyway, if everything regarding the character has been clear, I would like to move on to the next point: Guidelines and codes of conduct. Is it okay? Sure! We'll start with the basics: Words you shouldn't mention. I guess you have a mental list of things you shouldn't say because they're rude or inappropriate, right? Yes. Will even more words that I shouldn't say be added? Ha ha. Just a few, but we can help you find words that have a similar meaning, in case you need to use them. The first one is "Foundation". If you need to use it to say when something was created, you can say "Date of establishment". If you need to use it to mention a big group of people, you can say "Organisation" or "Conglomerate. Ok? The next one is "Usinsk". There has been already an incident with that word some time ago, you should understand why it isn't appropriate. These are the main words that you should avoid; now, I'll show you some others that are also part of the list. Well, just to wrap this up we would like to ask you one last thing. What was, approximately, your monthly income rate during the previous streams you made, and how much do you aspire to get after joining? Income rate? What do you mean? You know, how much money you get during the streams of a month on average. That includes additional related earnings. The… donation things and stuff? Yes! You don't need to be extremely precise, a rough approximation might do the trick. Hm. I would say that I was earning approximately $█K per month at the peak of my career, although the amount was gradually decreasing. Anyway, I really don't need it. I would agree to receive a minimum just for the feeling of getting something. So… you really don't need anything at all? I don't, but it's nice when you know you've got something for yourself. Is it weird? Uh, I don't think so. Although I would like you not to externalize it too much. хорошо6 Nice! In that case, and if everything has been agreed… Welcome to the Team, Claire Cloverfield! 💖 After this, a group of Site-198 Personnel was appointed to be part of SCP-6930's Crew. Below is a summary list. SCP-6930's current YouTube channel profile picture General Manager: Addison J. Aznavour7 Illustrator: Charles Phaserfield8 Technical Assistant: Reed Sawyer9 Marketing and Advertising: Gina T. Gómez10 Psichological Aid: Mary Landon11 Booking and Contact: Harlow F. West12 Stream Chat Moderator: Marshall Clayton13 Addendum 6930-05: On April 7, 2034, and thanks to the influence of the Foundation, SCP-6930 was, along with █ other Virtual YouTubers, included in the ██th Generation of HoloLive Productions, and reached 6.5 million subscribers shortly after. Additional Notes: Look at my girl grow. — Res. V. Kore Footnotes 1. Also popularly known as "VTuber". 2. In a simplified way, DTHCP Firewalls are a variant of DHCP Firewalls with Thaumatological Mechanisms (from which the firewall gets the "T" in its name) to track the user's Elan-Vital Energy instead of the Dynamic IP Address, although more modern and broad versions of this variant track both. 3. "Izucheniye Nepostizhimogo", lit. Study of the inconceivable. Believed to be a term coined by the "Progress" Research Institute to designate antimemetics. 4. "Tol'ko dlya tebya", lit. Only for you. 5. "Project KATYUSHA". 6. "Okay" 7. Fictitious name for Dr. Polly "Rhythm" Hershey. Researcher Vanna Kore was also involved. 8. Fictitious name for Res. Amaro Mondragón. 9. Fictitious name for Res. Ena "Tek" Nolan. The bots Kirby.iac and Arco.iac are also involved. 10. Fictitious name for Dr. Sasha Durand. 11. Fictitious name for Dr. Evangeline "Rainbow" Campbell. 12. Fictitious name for Dr. Justine Everwood. 13. Fictitious name for Agt. Mike E. Costello.
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close Info X Content note: This article contains food and allusions to mental illness. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. A building in Šunskai in which SCP-6931 has manifested. Item #: SCP-6931 Special Containment Procedures: The inhabitants of Šunskai have been persuaded to assist in the containment of information regarding SCP-6931, on the understanding that a leak is liable to result in vastly increased tourism to the area. As such, they will continue the prior tradition of not discussing it with outsiders; anyone moving away is to receive Class C amnestics to remove any knowledge of SCP-6931, as are any outsiders who become aware. SCP-6931 can only be observed. Cameras and microphones have been set up within all abandoned, sparsely-used and/or public buildings. Efforts to identify SCP-6931 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6931 is a Class Undetermined Spectral Entity active in the village of Šunskai, Lithuania. The entity resembles a young man, dressed in the ragged uniform of the Army of Congress Poland. Every other day, at 05:30 local time, SCP-6931 will manifest in a random two-story structure within the village1 and perform a routine, the elements of which also manifesting unless present. This routine constitutes the following: The entity appears in a bed, as though sleeping. It "awakens," after which it neatly remakes the bed. It washes itself in the bathtub, or any receptacle large enough to contain it. This will spontaneously fill with water prior to contact. It dresses itself. The entity will put its trousers on backwards, before removing and donning them correctly. It descends the stairs, taking exactly eight steps2, before sitting at the table and consuming a bowl of milk soup and potatoes, with a piece of bread. It polishes its boots whilst humming an unidentified piece of music. It repeats the tune twice before completion, after which it will clear its throat eight times and put on its boots. It cleans its rifle, then recites the Lord's Prayer. It exits the building through the front door. The entity will demanifest as it crosses the threshold. This routine is exactly more or less identical across manifestations,3 and usually takes approximately forty minutes. SCP-6931 is unable to perceive human beings.4 Addendum 10: Recording devices have demonstrated some infrequent discrepancies between routines. Examples include the following: SCP-6931 spends five minutes adjusting its bedsheet. The entity takes the stairs in nine steps. The routine continues as normal until SCP-6931 is into the second round of the music; it pauses, then sighs, returns to the top of the stairs, takes them in eight steps and repeats the ritual, including miming eating its breakfast again. It unties and reties its bootlaces twenty-four times. Without any prior inconsistencies in the routine, the entity hesitates whilst on its way to the exit. It is still for about ninety seconds, mumbling inaudibly to itself, before swallowing, turning and repeating the entire routine from the beginning. Whilst cleaning its boots, it repeatedly tries and fails to make an interval in the tune, until it abruptly lets out a yell and throws a boot across the floor. It sits with its head in its hands until its breath stops shaking, then retrieves the shoe and continues as normal. SCP-6931 spends the entirety of its manifestation standing at the window, staring at the sunrise. Shortly before demanifesting, it is heard to quietly say "Maybe next time, my friends." At no point during the recording is its face visible. Footnotes 1. It shows a preference for empty buildings; should none be available, it will appear in minimally-occupied ones. 2. SCP-6931 will jump or return up steps to meet this number. 3. See Addendum 10. 4. On further investigation, this is incorrect. SCP-6931 will not acknowledge others, but it will glance repeatedly at them. It also displays some hesitation in acting out its routine in their presence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6931" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6931. Licensed under CC-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: theyfounditratherfunnyatthetime Name: Šunskai, bažnyčia Author: Vilensija License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Dr Kira Moto Want more? Item #: SCP-6932 Object Class: Keter Containment Procedures: SCP-6932 is currently uncontained. Containment procedures are pending and awaiting approval from the Overseer council. Description: SCP-6932 is a man of Asian descent appearing to be 50-60 years of age, though supplemental material suggests that it is much older1. Despite its apparent age, witnesses have reported it to be in exceptional physical condition due to its frequent use of martial arts. SCP-6932 possesses the ability to control a pocket dimension that has a variable temporality much faster than normal. This effect has been known to cause anywhere from 24 hours to six months to pass inside while no more than an hour has actually passed. It is currently uncertain if SCP-6932 has the ability to control this effect consciously or if the entity has any control at all. It has been noted that living subjects inside the dimension cease aging despite seemingly spending months inside. This effect ceases once a subject leaves the pocket dimension and may be subconsciously controlled by SCP-69322. The pocket dimension usually appeared to be a dojo sharing traits commonly found during Japan's Heian period3. After 10/05/2025, the dojo was noted to have shifted to resemble those common from 1950 CE to 1970 CE Japan. Two items remain between the versions: A large pond surrounded by Prunus serrulata4 is found near the structure, as well as a single human corpse that shows no signs of decomposition. SCP-6932 claims to possess knowledge of over one hundred different martial arts5. Civilian witnesses claim SCP-6932 uses this knowledge to teach others, although it was stated that SCP-6932 would only teach those who are homeless or orphaned. It is unknown why SCP-6932 follows these criteria. Discovery: SCP-6932 was discovered on 07/23/2025 by Agent Marcos Halo during his investigation into a then-unknown anomalous presence that had been appearing near an orphanage in a rundown suburb in Ohio. Agent Halo was observing a street camera recording when he noted a group of three children6 seeming to appear from thin air. The children were tracked to a nearby orphanage, where Agent Halo interviewed the trio. While the children were unable to give Agent Halo much helpful information, Agent Halo was able to confirm anomalous activity. Agent Halo returned to the location where the children were sighted, appearing to find an older man sitting on a nearby bench reading a worn journal. Upon questioning, the subject inquired as to Agent Halo's family7, ignoring any attempts from Agent Halo to collect information. Agent Halo answered the subject's questions, which resulted in an offer to give Agent Halo a lesson in martial arts. Agent Halo agreed, turning on a small voice recording device. Open Voice Log Transcript Close Voice Log Transcript Interviewed: SCP-6932 Interviewer: Agent Marcos Halo Foreword: The following recording was heavily garbled and had to be reconstructed. Heavy breathing can be heard throughout the recording. <Begin Log> Halo: Wait, where are we going? There's nothing here? …mean I just have to trust you? SCP-6932: Follow. Into my home, we shall go. Halo: Whoa… How'd you do that? … This is your home? There was nothing here when we were on the street? SCP-6932: Yes. Come, I shall teach. Halo: You know a lot about martial arts, right? How many styles do you know? SCP-6932: Most of them. I am sure I have missed some. Halo: Why are you staring at me like that? SCP-6932: Icho-Ryu8. Halo: What? SCP-6932: I shall teach Icho-Ryu. Halo: Oh, um… Alright. SCP-6932: Watch, then copy. <Fifteen minutes have been removed as the recording could not be transcribed.> SCP-6932: You learn quickly. Halo: Thanks? Hey, can you tell me how your abilities work? SCP-6932: I will not. Continue. <Ten minutes pass before Agent Halo continues the conversation.> Halo: If you know all these martial arts, you've got to be pretty long-lived, yeah? SCP-6932: Focus. Halo: Like this? SCP-6932: Yes. Good. <Several minutes pass before either speaks again.> Halo: Are you sure this is right? It feels awkward. SCP-6932: Yes. Continue. <Three minutes of silence> Halo: You're pretty good at this teaching thing. You've done this before? SCP-6932: Yes. For many years. Again. Halo: You seemed sad. May I ask why? SCP-6932: No. Halo: Does it have something to do with the painting of the girl over there? She's pretty. <SCP-6932 sounds notably more sullen.> SCP-6932: Return to your training. Halo: Alright. Sorry, I asked. <Twenty-seven minutes pass in silence.> SCP-6932: That will be enough for today. You may return tomorrow. Halo: Are you sure? You seemed rather depressed. I thought my questions were hurtful. SCP-6932: It is not your fault. You are a Hunter. It is what you do. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-6932 vanished after its statement. Agent Halo searched the dojo, coming across the journal the subject had previously read. He flipped through it, only to find it written in an ancient Japanese dialect. It was retrieved for translation. Close Voice Log Transcript Upon exiting the dojo, Agent Halo checked his phone, intending to check in, only to find that eighteen minutes had passed9. It was determined that Agent Halo would continue with the lessons in order to gain more information on SCP-6932. Addendum 6932-1: On 08/30/2025, a previously unknown entity broke out of a previously sealed cave in Mount Upepesanke, Hokkaido, Japan. It is thought that the seismic activity in the area facilitated its release. Foundation Agents planted in the area reported the entity immediately heading for a small shack near the mountain's base, destroying it instantly. The entity then began heading toward civilization at a rapid pace10. Civilian witnesses reported a horned humanoid around three meters in height with notably sharp teeth and claws entering the town of Kamishihoro. The entity was noted to look around as it walked, seemingly with an oddly hungry expression. One of the three survivors reported watching as something appearing to be a thick, translucent goop was pulled out of a man who the creature had approached. The man fell to the ground moments later, deceased. The goop was seen to float into the entity's mouth before vanishing. The entity then went up to any living creature it could find while performing the same actions. The loss of the town was covered up as casualties of the eruption of Mount Upepesanke as it entered an active phase. Addendum 6932-2: On 09/03/2025, after the loss of three more towns11, Foundation Agents in the area located old documents regarding the entity. The documents were taken for translation, as they were written in an ancient Japanese dialect that had died out around 1200 CE. Upon translation, it was learned that the creature was first encountered by the former group of interest, 'The Yokai12 Hunters.' The page detailed a man that was only referred to as 'Sensei' who was able to seal the creature away, though the method was not recorded. The creature itself was recorded as O-4913. Although the document claimed that 'Sensei' had disappeared, it noted that 'Sensei' was thought to be immortal. Efforts to locate 'Sensei' have begun, as all attempts to stop O-49 have been met with failure. Addendum 6932-3: 09/06/2025. The journal found in possession of SCP-6932 was translated, and a final copy was uploaded14. With the information gained from the journal, it was discovered that the Foundation was searching for SCP-6932. Agent Halo was instructed to gain the subject's cooperation by any means. According to the report later filed by Agent Halo, gaining the subject's cooperation proved more straightforward than anticipated. Agent Halo inquired whether the subject knew of O-49, briefly describing its abilities. Upon hearing the information, SCP-6932 reportedly froze with a grief-stricken expression before asking if Halo was certain. Upon receiving confirmation, SCP-6932 appeared conflicted. SCP-6932 agreed to assist the Foundation in its endeavor, stating that it would return to its home once O-49 was taken care of. SCP-6932 then explained that O-49 was almost certainly heading towards Cape Erimo, Japan, explaining that it was a location important to O-49, but refused to elaborate. SCP-6932 agreed to teach the ritual to seal O-49 to a group of Foundation operatives. Twelve MTF agents were pulled from various squads in order to learn the ritual. It was noted that time inside the dojo accelerated to the pace of six months per hour during the training. Agent Halo was present for the training15, taking note of everything for later documentation. SCP-6932 explained that the ritual was one of its creation, relying heavily on martial arts. The subject then spent time demonstrating, appearing to move in a manner reminiscent of several ancient martial arts and chanting a phrase in Japanese. When translated, it was: "Begone, child of hell. Your wickedness shall never take another. May the blood you have spilled be your chains, the lives you took, your tormentors." SCP-6932 noted that while it would 'banish' creatures similar to O-49, it was only capable of sealing O-49 away. SCP-6932 was uncertain of how to terminate O-49 outright. Addendum 6932-4: The following is the journal from SCP-6932. It was written by a child named Katsuyori. The writer and SCP-6932 are closely tied to a former group of interest called 'The Yokai Hunters.' The group is thought to have disbanded around 1100 CE, though the Foundation has little information regarding the group. Open Journal Close Journal Writing's really fun! It's hard, but that's alright! Maybe I can get Sensei to teach me more? He's been super nice since we met. I've been fed and warm since I got here. I haven't even been scared! Not like with the Yokai. Mama, Papa… So red. My trembling wouldn't stop. Silence. The nights spent alone. So cold. Stomach growling. Papa! No! He wants to be called Sensei! Papa started teaching me to fight! He made up the stuff he's teaching me. Papa called it Jujutsu. The other students are weird, though. They talk about Yokai with those happy faces. Why? Yokai and their magicks are scary. Have they not met a Yokai? I think someone called Papa a Yokai. That's impossible. Papa's nice! Not at all like the mean Yokai! They believe he has dark magick or something. At least, I think. I overheard someone say that Papa doesn't age? That can't be true. No more than their other lies! Like when they say Papa controls magick to another world! All lies! Only Yokai can use magick. Papa's not a Yokai! Papa got some visitors today… I watched them come in. A man with black bird wings asked me to get Papa. I froze, shaking. It was in front of me. I was going to turn red. I was grabbed then. Papa held me for a few minutes while I calmed down. Papa felt safe. Nothing could happen with him around. I looked over at the group while Papa spoke to them. He called them "the damned council." Whatever that means. He didn't seem to be happy. I don't blame him. The bird man was just the first. There was a pretty lady with frost coming off her. And a man with fluffy round ears and a tail. A lady with fox ears and three tails was behind them. And there was a child with a weird leaf hat and webbed fingers. The way they looked at me sent a chill down my spine. Weirdly, those Yokai go by colors. Well, that's what Papa called them anyway. He called the bird man Kuro16. Then he told them off for scaring me. I almost laughed at that. I couldn't sleep last night because of the night terrors. Those Yokai scare me. Papa found me when he came to check on me. Papa made some tea and told me a story to try to calm me down. Years ago, a great war was fought among the Yokai. Many villages were destroyed, and many lives were lost. In one particular village visited by this war lived a small boy. He wasn't even old enough for his wings to carry him, yet he knew what was happening as his home was burned to the ground. The boy watched as the soldiers razed the village, killing everyone in their path. The soldiers even came across the boy, beating him harshly before locking him inside his burning home to die. Though the boy was in pain and could hardly breathe through the smoke, he managed to find a small hole burned into the wall that he could escape through. After escaping the village, the boy managed to find himself lost. He wandered until his legs gave out, and his injuries caught up with him. Burns seared into his skin, and ribs cracked, making everything harder for him. He ended up passing out where he fell. When the boy awoke, he found his wounds being tended to and a friendly smile greeting him. When he recognized the person as human, the boy grew scared. His parents had always told him that humans were dangerous, that they would kill him without a second thought just for being different than them. He ripped himself away from his perceived enemy and attempted to rush off before collapsing. The boy spent months recovering, growing less scared of his rescuers with each passing day. They treated him better than most Yokai, and he was even offered a place in their home. As the boy grew, he recognized that humans had been much kinder than any Yokai he had met. It was told that when the boy finally reached adulthood, he realized how terrible most of the Yokai he found were. He decided to change this and began hunting down the worse of the Yokai. Though no one knows what happened to him, many are convinced he's still out there. The other students have been bugging me a lot more recently. I keep getting these weird looks, too. Like that time, I was asked how I learned so fast. I don't know what they mean. I'm still small, but I've been learning for a long time. Almost since Papa took me in. That's not the only weird thing they've asked about, but I think they're strange for going to find Yokai, so it's okay. Kuro visited again today, though Papa told me this time. Only Kuro had a big box and gave it to Papa. I couldn't see what was in it, but Papa seemed annoyed. Kuro only said that it was a few more magick items they had found and that the safest place for them was within Papa's magick. Papa doesn't use magick, though! Only Yokai! Papa sat me down after my lessons today. I had never seen him so serious before. I almost thought he was going to tell me to leave. I wasn't expecting him to ask me about the Hunters. He wanted to know what I knew of them. All I know about them is that they're weird people who seek out Yokai. I guess they want to recruit me eventually. Papa wasn't happy about it, not with the scowl. He's been quite clear that he doesn't like their methods. But Papa wanted to ensure that I knew I would be allowed to make my own choices when I got older. But why would I want to join them? Father uses magick. I thought I was seventeen, but that wasn't true after leaving the dojo for the first time. Apparently, I should be thirty-six. It's insane; why would I believe them? Well, Father confirmed it. He was more than willing to explain that the dojo itself was his magick. Yet he wouldn't tell me his limits. I found that odd, even though he was willing to explain everything else. I guess he wants to keep his secrets. That's fine; it's just… I don't know how I feel right now. Did he keep this from me because he knows my fears? Was he ever going to tell me? Had I not found out like this, would I have ever known? Would I have ever known that Father is a Yokai? That doesn't feel right. Father may have magick, that's true, but he's not a Yokai. Yokai are cruel. Yokai are uncaring. They wouldn't take a child off the street and give them a loving home. So what does that make Father? I can understand why Father doesn't like the Hunters. They're supposed to protect people. But what I saw… That mission… Small children, Yokai children, but still children, running about. Their parents watched happily, unaware of the danger they faced. My squad leader gave the order. Screams started as the ground began to stain with Yokai blood. The stench of smoke and burning flesh filled the air. Something odd welled in me then. I felt… Pity? For the creatures that I've been so scared of my whole life? The creatures just trying to live their lives the same as any human? This… This makes no sense. What am I supposed to do with these conflicting emotions? I'm not sure I can do this anymore. That scene keeps playing in my head. It won't leave me alone. The helplessness of the Yokai and the brutality of the Hunters. It's the only thing I've been thinking about. I know now that I must do something to stop this needless slaughter. I think I've finally come up with a solution. I will talk with Kuro when he stops by next week. I'm sure I can snag a moment with him during his monthly inspections of the Hunter's training under Father. I'm still uncomfortable with him, but the man is my only option. I'm going to ask him to let me start investigating Yokai. Maybe, just maybe, it'll help stop the needless slaughter of innocents. I can't figure out why I feel so strongly about this, but I know that something must change. The village we visited was happy to see us, even though they were Yokai. They gave me a magick tanto as a sign of goodwill. I want to keep it as it seems to be a good blade. Kuro was particularly interested in the tanto I was given. He seemed more than a little interested in its magick. Kuro asked that I give the weapon up for safekeeping. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. It was mine, after all. But there was something about his fixation with it. Kuro explained that he just wanted to keep any magick items safe and out of the wrong hands. There was something else there, though. I just wish I could figure it out. In the end, we came to an agreement. I let Kuro have the weapon, but I'm still allowed to use it if I feel my missions will be dangerous. Kuro handed it over to Father, and I got to watch Father hide it away with his magick. Kuro told me to give Father any more magick items I found for safe keeping. We've been learning a lot about the Yokai we've encountered. I keep finding myself surprised. The Yokai seemed friendly in the last tiny village we ended up in. We were invited in, and they were more than willing to tell us about themselves. Not all Yokai are evil, uncaring creatures. Many are like Father, simply living their lives. When we returned from our latest mission, I saw some new people in the dojo. They were doing something with several magick items. Did Kuro have them trying to figure out what they do? Well, that's what it seemed like, at least. Mostly they're just hurting themselves and causing problems for Father. What does Kuro expect to find? You can't explain magick any more than you can explain why the sun rises. It simply is. For this mission, I was told a location and to come alone. That didn't bother me. It's not like I don't do scouting missions on my own anyway. It wasn't even that far away. I arrived, Kuro waiting for me as he observed the village a few hundred meters away. My hand went to my weapon without a second thought, even as he turned back to smile at me. Kuro explained that there was a danger in that village, and he wanted to see if I could figure it out. I'm still uncomfortable with him, but something about this piques my curiosity. Kuro's a busy person; what has him way out here? Who really is Kuro? I don't understand him. That mission… It took me three weeks. Three weeks of observation, talking with the villagers and snooping around. All the while, Kuro came and went. But I managed to figure out what he was talking about. I even found myself reporting to him without reaching for a blade. Then I was in pain, my body hitting against something hard. I wasn't aware of anything else for the longest while. When I finally came around, blood coated the area. Kuro's talons ripped out the other creature's heart. I heard something about 'humans' and 'the future.' The next thing I remember was lying on the dojo floor. Father's apprehensive gaze stared back at me. I have never seen him like that. It would be an understatement to say I was surprised when Father wrapped me in a tight hug, a few tears wetting my clothes. I still don't know why Kuro brought me back. What should I do? Kuro assigned me a special mission to study an Oni the Hunters labeled O-49. He said it would be dangerous, but I was the best fit for the mission, given my abilities. I'm sure I can do it; I've had dangerous assignments before, but something about this puts me on edge. When I got home, Father yelled at me when he found out. I was startled. He made his feelings on this clear. Father was against it, stating that I was going to die. He seemed like he knew about what I was assigned to study, but he wouldn't tell me. I get his hesitance, especially after the last time. Father hardly wants me to leave anymore. He thinks the Hunters are losing who they were. Not that he disagrees with that. Father just says it'll make the Hunters weak. I can see where he's coming from. They've changed so much recently, primarily thanks to Kuro's efforts. What Kuro wants to do, the future he's trying to head towards, isn't that worth a bit of danger? The way he explained his plans and his goals? They seemed reasonable. Protect humanity while protecting the Yokai, even if the worst threat was the Yokai. It seems a bit idealistic, sure, but it could be possible. Not that Father thinks so. Father believes Kuro's full of shit and doesn't want me following a madman to my death. I almost thought he was pleading with me. None of this is making it easy for me. I don't leave until morning. I'll think it over more before I go to bed. The final page in the journal is a spare sheet written in a different hand. It is assumed to be SCP-6932. My child. What has happened? I tried to warn you, but perhaps I was not persuasive enough. I tried to stop you, but you always had a mind of your own. If only I were able, I would have prevented this from happening. I should have been able to. It is my failure to bear that you have fallen. I was not enough to protect you, and for that, I shall never be able to atone. Your death was my fault. If only someday you could forgive me. Sayonara, Katsuyori. Close Journal Addendum 6932-5: SCP-6932 opened its pocket dimension at Cape Erimo on 09/07/2025, allowing SCP-6932 and the MTF to locate O-49 as it finished its journey. It was noted that SCP-6932 grew agitated at the sight of O-49, though it was found to have calmed down within minutes. SCP-6932 then pointed to the nearby shrine, stating that it would be the focal point in which O-49 was sealed. Half of the MTF was assigned to keep O-49 occupied and protect the remaining agents as they performed the ritual. O-49 shrieked in pain, lunging at SCP-6932 as the ritual began. Despite being knocked away from the area, SCP-6932 demanded that they continue, encouraging the remaining MTF to aid in the ritual, then began to fight O-49 himself. It is unknown why O-49 did not immediately terminate SCP-6932 as it did to the rest of its victims. SCP-6932 then commenced a martial arts battle with O-49 as the ritual weakened it. Initially, it seemed that O-49 was much stronger than SCP-6932. However, the two soon became evenly matched. The altercation continued for several minutes in this fashion until the ritual weakened O-49 to the point where it could be terminated. SCP-6932 received several deep wounds during the termination of O-49. Once the rest of the team rejoined SCP-6932, it appeared shaken, stated the word 'Katsuyori,' and vanished. Addendum 6932-6: 10/05/2025. Agent Halo was able to locate SCP-6932 after nearly a month. When located, the pocket dimension was seen to have changed into its current form. SCP-6932 was seen with a female child of Asian descent, estimated to be around three years of age. When asked about the child, SCP-6932 stated that it had adopted the girl and that her name was 'Shiko.' There did not appear to be anything anomalous about the child. Under orders, Agent Halo attempted to persuade SCP-6932 to turn itself over for containment. While it did not agree immediately, it gave Agent Halo two conditions for its containment. SCP-6932 asked that it be allowed to continue training Foundation agents at its discretion and that the Foundation does not interfere with the child. Agent Halo brought the matter to Foundation leadership, which is currently under consideration. {$prevtext} Yokai Hunters 7567 Footnotes 1. See Addendum 6932-4. 2. Supplemental material supports this theory, though the exact cause is unknown. 3. Most notably from 1000 CE to 1100 CE. 4. Japanese blossoming cherry tree 5. Though this cannot be verified, it has been confirmed to use seven different styles. 6. Between six to eight years of age. 7. Agent Halo was orphaned at the age of three. 8. A martial art often taught to law enforcement. 9. Halo insists that he had been inside for nearly six hours and had even checked the time before he left the dimension. 10. There was no way to measure its velocity at the time accurately. 11. Shihoro, Otofuke, and Obihiro. 12. An antiquated Japanese term for spirits, demons, or other supernatural entities. 13. Henceforth, the entity will be labeled as such 14. See Addendum 6932-4. 15. The only requirement given by SCP-6932 for its knowledge. 16. Black.
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THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN CLEARED FOR GENERAL READING BY THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The Letter þ (thorn) Item #: SCP-6933 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6933 and its effects are to be used as a case study for Memetics Division Training, as well as as a way to identify and track general and individual memetic weakness. Internally, Memetic Vaccine 27 is to be added to the standard inoculation package for all Foundation employees. SCP-6933 is to be monitored for any changes in its behavior, however unlikely. Beyond this, no containment procedures are required. Description: SCP-6933 is a relatively weak meme that causes those affected to believe that the letter "þ"1 (thorn) was once a standard letter of the English Alphabet. Individuals with stronger memetic resistance are able to reject or believe this as with any other idea, while individuals with weak memetic resistance are compelled to additionally "bring it back", by replacing all written examples of the digraph "th" with the letter "þ".2 This is facilitated by þ's non-anomalous inclusion in modern Icelandic, and thus, in all modern Unicode standards, allowing it to be displayed on the majority of modern devices. However, due to SCP-6933's weak nature, the inaccessibility of finding an Icelandic keyboard and simple peer pressure are often enough to cause the memetic effects to become inert. Propagators of the meme claim that the character was dropped primarily due to its lack of inclusion in German and French printing presses, as well as due to lackadaisical inscription resulting in its shape slowly becoming similar to the letter "y". The anomaly transmits primarily through writing and inscription, as well as through digital text, and is not known to affect Artificial Intelligence Constructs or machine learning algorithms. History:3 "SCP-6933 was discovered early on in the Foundation's life by renowned father of memetics, ██████ █████4. In a letter to the then newly formed 05 Council, he writes, 'Being a weak, yet identifiable affectation, we could use (the anomaly) to mark them5 like cattle. (The) value of being able to model the spread of the transgressive idea cannot be overstated.' A young 05-3 responded with his approval, and the rest is history. Shortly after, the existing documentation was classified as general reading, and has been disseminated to field researchers and memetics hopefuls ever since. Later, in the sixties, one of the first acts of the burgeoning Ethics Committee was to call the lack of containment for SCP-6933 into question. After several months of heated debate, the committee came to a majority opinion that the benefits far outweighed the consequences, and that SCP-6933's spread among the populace could remain uninhibited. More recently, the rise of the internet has given way to an uptick in SCP-6933 infections, highlighting the need for more advanced memetic security measures for the public. To date, models based off of SCP-6933's spread on the internet have prevented an estimated 3 billion memetic infections, and have predicted approximately 60 anomalies in the past decade alone, defining it as one of the most successful and integral decisions in Foundation history." (For more detailed information, see "A Thorn in the Side of History," by Memetics Instructor Dr. Thomas Futhark, or email him directly at tenpics.noitadnuoF|samohTkrahtuF#tenpics.noitadnuoF|samohTkrahtuF.) Update 03-26-2021: + THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN FLAGGED AS MEMETICALLY CHARGED INFORMATION. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. - ACKNOWLEDGED. YOU HAVE BEEN FLAGGED AS A POSSIBLE VECTOR. THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION SHOULD BE SHARED WITH NO ONE. =Transmitted from [LOCATION REDACTED], England While completing what would normally be considered routine research for his field memetics exam, one of my Junior Researchers appears to have uncovered physical evidence from █e year 1458 of a poem inscribed on a rock, comprised entirely of words which contain █e letter █orn. Despite █e fact █at he and I are bo█ inoculated against █e meme, I could not only see █e writing, but feel █e inscription under my fingers. I quickly downloaded an AIC in order to confirm our findings; but it could identify no writing on █e object itself or █rough photographs. I have come to █e conclusion █at █is meme may be more powerful █an we previously realized. Unfortunately, however, █e aforementioned junior researcher has not, and continues to insist █at we have been wrong about █e anomaly since █e beginning. As per standard protocol I have quarantined myself and █e training team, and have instructed █e AIC to censor all letters and digraphs █at match þorn phonetically. I heavily recommend █at SCP-6933 be taken out of █e general rotation, and █at anyone who receives █is message be flagged for memetic contamination, if not anyone who has accessed █e general file in the last 6 mon█s. Good luck. -Memetics Instructor Thomas Fuþark. Footnotes 1. Phonetically, þ is identical to all sounds produced by the digraph "th". 2. E.G. þe, þem, wiþ, þought, etc. 3. Excerpt taken from "A Thorn in the Side of History" by Dr. Thomas Futhark. 4. [NAME REDACTED DUE TO MEMETIC INFECTION.] 5. Referring to memetic weakpoints in the general population. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6933" by DrRhummhaven, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6933. Licensed under CC-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: Latin alphabet Þþ.svg Author: Eirik1231 License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Latin_alphabet_%C3%9E%C3%BE.svg
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