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SCP-5566 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5566 Special Containment Procedures: + Show previous Containment Procedures - Hide previous Containment Procedures Instances of SCP-5566-A are to be contained in a comfortable room when behaviour is present and to be given permission to access old laboratory facilities. As soon as sequence is commenced, SCP-5566-A instances are to complete it without being interrupted. If sequence takes over five minutes to complete and instance of SCP-5566-A is in a public area, instances are to be escorted back to its containment without interruption. SCP-5566-A instances are allowed access to recreational facilities in their containment cells as well. Update 03-03-2019: SCP-5566-A instances cannot infect each other, and are thus allowed a common shared space even during the sequence. Update 07-03-2019: Recreational facilities that can be used as a means of communication are no longer allowed. Doors are to be locked as soon as sequence begins. Update 09-03-2019: Instances of SCP-5566-A are no longer allowed a shared space between them, nor can they keep pets. They must be locked up securely at all times. A separate containment area to provide food is attached to SCP-5566 containment cells. It is accessible to personnel from outside of the containment unit and to instances of SCP-5566-A. Doors to this area are to be locked whenever in use, and surveillance must be shut down for as long as any SCP-5566-A instance is in this feeding area. Update 01-04-2019: Personnel no longer allowed to disrupt SCP-5566-A containment areas. Supplying food without otherwise changing anything in the room is still allowed. At moments of lucidity, SCP-5566-A instances are instructed to dispose of its own physical disruptions created during the sequence. Update 14-04-2019: Researchers working on SCP-5566 in the future will have to go through an emotional screening. Highly empathetic researchers are unfit to observe SCP-5566-A instances. Update 14-07-2019: Instances of SCP-5566-B are to be kept in cells which can be locked from the outside. Surveillance will commence during specific times confirmed by Fibonacci sequence research to be safe time slots, or by trained/screened personnel who will refrain from turning off any surveillance apparatus. Update 28-08-2019: Time slots no longer accurate. Surveillance not to be turned off anymore. Update 30-08-2019: Surveillance apparatus should be plugged into a back-up generator at all times. Update 04-09-2019: Wounds inflicted by instances of SCP-5566 on itself while sequence is in action are to be left to heal on its own and ignored by medical personnel. Final Update 28-10-2019: All instances of individuals infected by SCP-5566 are to be locked up in an outside container without any access to food or human contact. Room is to be encased in cement and buried deep underground in an undisclosed location. Explicit warnings and contact information are to be included on or near the containment unit. Afterwards SCP-5566 is to remain neutralized - no attempt at research or containment is to be made. Description: SCP-5566 was a highly infectious anomalous verbal tic affecting a multitude of Foundation researchers. To this date, it is unclear what caused it and under what rules it operated. After an unusually high amount of failed research operations on the phenomenon, a - so far successful - attempt at total neutralization was made. It is theorized that, with the current procedures in place, SCP-5566 will unable to affect anyone anymore. Previous descriptions as well as research performed into the SCP-5566 phenomenon can be found in the addenda. Addendum 5566-1: Previous iterations of item description. + Show previous description iterations part (1/3) - Hide previous description iterations part (1/3) SCP-5566 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting humans, who are then dubbed an instance of SCP-5566-A. The first person observed to be infected by SCP-5566 is Elaine Fontaine (henceforth SCP-5566-A-1), a 26 year-old research assistant who was last active during a Foundation expedition to Europe and has been infected ever since. SCP-5566 presents as a strangely contagious verbal tic. SCP-5566-A-1 murmurs the phrase "sank" repeatedly in uncharacteristic tone of voice, until interrupted or a certain time has passed. The amount of times the phrase is said differs per sequence, but it generally increases in frequency over time. SCP-5566-A-1 stopped displaying its sequence after researcher Dr. Gill attempted to obstruct its mouth, after which it regained consciousness immediately. After this incident, SCP-5566-A-1 went back to displaying shorter sequences, and instances of sequences became considerably less frequent. An investigation to find similar methods of halting the phenomenon will be started by the research teams. This will hopefully result in finding a way to cure SCP-5566-A-1 of SCP-5566. SCP-5566-A-1 is considered safe as its sequences render it immobile, it has no history of violent tendencies and has a cooperative nature. Containment is purely meant to prevent the creation of other instances of SCP-5566-A. Following is a list of behaviors considered to be interruptions. Personnel are to frequently read up on these and make themselves familiar with them. This list is most likely incomplete and may be added to in the future. Talking with the intention of talking over or to SCP-5566-A, or using any other noise with the purpose of disrupting the sequence while it is being displayed. Turning off a surveillance camera and/or microphone while it is observing a sequence. Obstructing the mouth of SCP-5566-A and other means of physically prohibiting the sequence to continue. Executing SCP-5566-A; this will result in the killer becoming an instance of SCP-5566-A. However: if executed by a fellow SCP-5566-A instance, this does not happen. Removing, hiding or altering images or writings made while in trance. Treating wounds inflicted during SCP-5566 trance. Touching remains of SCP-5566-A instances after its death during trance. Opening the door in response to knocking. Working on infected instances with feeding tubes and other such equipment. Update 03-03-2019: Medical teams have stopped their attempt at curing SCP-5566-A-1 after Dr. Gill started displaying a similar tic and is now assigned SCP-5566-A-4. Obstructing its mouth is henceforth seen as a interruption rather than a preventive measure. It has been noted that SCP-5566 sequences occur simultaneously between all the affected. Instances of SCP-5566-A cannot be interrupted by one another, and as such it has been decided to allow the infected a shared space between them. Update 07-03-2019: SCP-5566-A-2 displayed uncharacteristic behavior not previously observed in SCP-5566-A instances during a sequence. It moved to the area of the feeding room that the surveillance camera was currently focused on, and was able to write on the wall with paints that were previously allowed as recreational facility. SCP-5566-A-2 wrote a sequence of the number 5 on the wall. Reading these writings did not affect any of the personnel. Due to the nature of the phenomenon these numbers will stay put and no attempt to remove them from the wall will be made. Recreational facilities which can be used as a means of communicating are now prohibited. Due to its not previously observed unpredictable nature, SCP-5566-A has been re-assigned Euclid class. Update 09-03-2019: At the start of a sequence, SCP-5566-A-2 suddenly struck SCP-5566-A-4 in the neck with a pen, after which it attempted to use its blood as a means of communication by writing with it. It was unable to finish doing so before the sequence stopped. SCP-5566-A-4 calmly kept up the trance for the full duration of the sequence (6 seconds), after which it collapsed. Medical personal confirmed its death at 19.04 PM. All instances of SCP-5566-A are to be kept separately from now on. Recreational facilities that can be weaponized, as well as pets, are no longer allowed in the containment area. Update 12-03-2019: Two days have passed since SCP-5566-A-4 passed away. The sequence has not fully reset, and as such, the murder of SCP-5566-A by itself is not considered an interruption. However, an intern has suggested that the time between sequences might have been affected. The previous two in-between periods have both been roughly 61 hours as opposed to a steadily decreasing trend. Intern has been assigned the task to analyse the time it takes to complete a sequence as well as the time between two sequences. Update 16-03-2019; 10.50 AM: Ten instances of the phenomenon have been observed over the past 4 days. Only 30 minutes have passed between the previous two sequences, the latter of which was a sequence taking up 18 minutes to complete. Instances of SCP-5566-A are showing different signs of exhaustion and health starts to deteriorate. Intern has suggested the phrase's frequency to follow the Fibonacci sequence. Interpretation of this remains unknown, but has proven useful to tend to the needs of SCP-5566-A safely. Addendum 5566-2: Research report on Italy. + Show research report (Italy) - Hide research report (Italy) After the suggestion that the phenomenon follows the Fibonacci sequence, a research team was sent to retrace previous expedition steps in Pisa, Italy, first. Research in Pisa unearthed two recurring stories; one featuring a murdered woman whose spirit is said to linger around, and the other providing a story about demonic presences in the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta. It involves holes left in marble assumed to be made by the devil out of jealousy. It was said these holes are uncountable by mortals. This is believed to be relevant to the time and counting observation. Several locals reacted to questions about strange occurrences in Milan specifically. One local in Milan whose story seemed relevant to previous stories in Pisa agreed to a quick interview, as translated and transcribed below. Mr. Marco Manco, 45 years old, lives and works in Milan as a janitor, agreed to answer some questions during his lunch break. Researcher Hafkova: "Are you aware of any strange occurrences in this area?" Mr. Manco: "…Strange occurrences?" Hafkova: "Inexplicable, strange things, folklore." Mr. Manco: "Hm…You can find such stories about anywhere, young man…" Hafkova: "Right, I ask because people have started showing strange behaviors right after our work trip here. It's almost like they aren't themselves anymore." Mr. Manco: "Ahh, well it could be that she was spooked at the things she has seen here… Did you go to the Basilica of Sant'Ambrogio? It's very close, too." Hafkova: "Amongst others" Mr. Manco: "Legend says you can see demons rise from the column right beside the church. It was said that Satan's horns got stuck there centuries ago, which left a portal into the netherworlds behind… now, I'm not one for such ghost stories, but maybe after seeing the column her mind played tricks on her. Maybe knowing of this tale, she just got very scared, yes?" Hafkova: "Satan's horns?" Mr. Manco: "I don't really know many details… Others say you can see him drag souls into the column, and people say you can smell sulfur from that place… I think it's really just a story, however." End of transcription Addendum 5566-3: Previous iterations of item description. + Show previous description iterations part (2/3) - Hide previous description iterations part (2/3) Update 16-03-2019; 14.02 PM: Previous sequence continued for about 80 minutes after 7 minutes of consciousness. Current team failed to convince SCP-5566-A-3 to be strapped down with a feeding tube in the future. Ethics team consulted on the issue. Update 17-03-2019; 17.00: Sequence has continued for a full day as the break in between is considered insufficient for basic activities such as feeding oneself. SCP-5566-A instances have been residing in their rooms for the duration of this with no attempt to escape or relocate, still displaying extreme fatigue. Update 18-03-2019: The sequences have been reset with seemingly no provocation. Perhaps the phenomenon is tied to the bodily needs of SCP-5566-A instances. Update 25-03-2019: Sequences have resumed with minimal frequency as if completely reset. However no other instance of SCP-5566-A has been observed. It has been exactly one week, the sequence being only one "sank" long at this moment. Update 29-03-2019: Sequences currently 2 sanks long. Contact with instances of SCP-5566-A considered manageable. Next sequence expected in 61 hours and is to be 3 sanks long. Update 01-04-2019: Instance of SCP-5566-A-4 located. Due to the nature of the phenomenon, it was unaware of infection before. SCP-5566-A-4 has been tasked with cleaning the floor of the feeding room. In the process, it leaned against markings on the wall and crumbled some paint off it, which was considered an interruption, even if it was from a previous iteration. Intern suggested "sync" is a more accurate descriptor of the vocalization produced during the phenomenon, as all SCP-5566-A instances display the behavior in unison. Intern also proposed a "kamikaze mission" ending in an approved suicide to prevent infecting any others. Intern has been relocated to follow additional ethics course. Update 05-04-2019: Sequences are approaching lethal lengths steadily. Ethics team approved strapping down SCP-5566-A instances with feeding tubes, providing them no further aid beyond this, regardless of consequences. Food and liquid source will last them 7 days. Beyond this, it is yet to be observed if depletion of energy will cause a sequence reset. Update 14-04-2019: SCP-5566-A instances in various stages of desperation. Only motion sensors and infrared images available to researchers. Limbs of SCP-5566-A-1 appear to have shriveled down, leaving the head completely intact. SCP-5566-A-2 is completely intact, but malnourished and dehydrated. SCP-5566-A-3 has escaped its straps, and is steadily walking figures in the room. Microphones measuring sound in this room detect no sank mutterings from this instance. Infrared images suggest upper body is diminished. SCP-5566-A-4 has started crying during its sequences. Update 15-04-2019: Empathetic researcher turned off infrared surveillance monitoring SCP-5566-A-3 and instantly burned to ash. SCP-5566-A instances all disappeared without a trace. Research team dispatched to clear every cell and collect samples. Addendum 5566-4: Research report on Romania and France. + Show research report (Romania) - Hide research report (Romania) After the instances of SCP-5566-A disappearing, research on the phenomenon was entirely dependent on collected samples of its remains and further retracing of steps in Europe. Samples proved to be cremated and pulverized remains of the cadavers without any unnatural properties. Research in Romania has alerted Foundation operatives to frequent mentions of extraterrestrial species who will use humans as vessels to test out acceptable behavior. As mentioned by witnesses, the "infected" will exhibit a range of strange behaviors, including odd vocalizations. It is believed that these extraterrestrials might be doing anything from testing on subjects to merely playing with them out of boredom. SCP-5566 might be a form of extraterrestrial tampering. Contact with other teams researching these extraterrestrials with the purpose of retrieving information has not yet been established and might not exist at all. A check up on Foundation files on the subject is necessary. + Show research report (France) - Hide research report (France) A final interview was conducted in France, near the underground catacombs of Paris. Information deemed irrelevant was left out by translators, leaving the following transcript. Mrs. Travere, 78 years old, retired, has lived in Paris all her life Researcher Abbott: "What about these Catacombs? They are generally spooky, sure, good for tourists too.” Mrs. Travere: "It wasn’t made for tourists…I heard that long ago there used to be some sort of infestation, not in this area, in a smaller village… it was like a plague, the villagers went down in larger and larger groups. Even when burnt down to the ground this disease kept popping up." Abbott: "It kept popping up?" Mrs. Travere: "I’m sorry, I don’t have many details about the mysterious disease. However, it is said that even when this village was burnt down, people who went to take a look got infected all over again and would bring their diseases with them to other villages. It was then that the royal family decided they should isolate the problem. They took all the sick people, and a few uninfected as a sacrifice to appease God, and locked them deep, deep down in the catacombs." Abbott: "Quarantine? Is that what you mean?" Mrs. Travere: "Certainly! These catacombs aren’t meant to be open to anyone, ever." Abbott: "Don’t you think a Disease would have died by now after so long?" Mrs. Travere: "All I know is that God must have been really angry to have made such a precaution at all… we must not temper with such things…" End of transcription Addendum 5566-5: Previous iterations of item description. + Show previous description iterations part (3/3) - Hide previous description iterations part (3/3) Update 14-07-2019: Researcher Thom Hafkova, who had collected samples from cell SCP-5566-A-1 three months prior, was found murmuring "cease" in uncharacteristically low voice resembling SCP-5566-A vocalizations. He did this in a strategic position, making it easy to make eye contact as he spoke, and was interrupted by uninformed colleague Dr. Abbott from another department. Thom Hafkova and Dr. Abbott have been assigned SCP-5566-B-1 and SCP-5566-B-2 respectively and contained according to containment procedures. SCP-5566 re-assigned Keter class. Update 28-08-2019: After six weeks, the tic commenced, seemingly featuring an extra instance of 'cease'. This is hypothesized to indicate accelerating frequencies of the ritual. Historians on the team are referring to literature on repetition of words featuring inane commands of such a caliber. Update 29-08-2019: Instance of sequence observed 27 days prematurely. Previous intern asked to re-analyse phenomenon. Update 30-08-2019: Accidental temporary power outage caused phenomenon to reset. All personnel present in the surveillance room to be under supervision, researchers are teamed up of groups of at least two. Update 02-09-2019: A sequence over five hours long has been observed uncharacteristically early. Intern responded intermediate times and sequence lengths do correspond to the original sequence, but no longer in the expected order. Electrician who caused power outage previously contained as SCP-5566-B-3. Update 03-09-2019: Sequence uninterrupted for 32 hours. All empathy-screened personnel is granted access to research as risk for infection is lowest. Update 04-09-2019: SCP-5566-B-2 observed to scratch open skin in shape of number six. The sequence was halted and consciousness regained. SCP-5566-B-2 is in the process of being treated by personnel, resumed sequence shortly, and was instantly halted again. Medical personnel is to abstain from healing wounds inflicted during sequence. Medic is assigned SCP-5566-B-4 until cleared. Update 13-09-2019: Personnel has observed ongoing sequence for over two days. Access to SCP-5566 prohibited and provision missions halted. Researchers are to passively observe phenomenon. Risk for infection too high. Update 15-09-2019: All instances of SCP-5566-B burned to ash simultaneously. Researchers are to tread carefully. Previous protocol to collect ash by scooping into container prohibited. Ash is to be collected using a small, sterile vacuum and not to be directly touched by human hands. Pile of SCP-5566-B-1 hid a number "2" in an oily substance underneath its ash. Oily substance is not to be touched, and will be moved to the lab including the cement floor it is imprinted upon. Update 16-09-2019: Permission to remove chunk of floor denied by superiors, risk to interrupt SCP-5566 deemed too big. Portable lab shall be established in containment area instead. Update 17-09-2019: Researcher C. Peterson swabbed around the oily substance without disturbing its integrity. He is placed under supervision by colleagues but allowed to analyse specimen. Update 19-09-2019: Oily substance confirmed to be an extremely condensed human liquid by prof. Peterson. When asked to elaborate on which human liquids he was able to isolate from the sample, he simply specified it is a liquid made of human. When taking another, less careful swab from the substance it disappeared and professor was observed murmuring a single "duh" uncharacteristically low which he cannot recall. C. Peterson assigned SCP-5566-C-1 and contained according to containment protocol. Update 30-09-2019: A quiet SCP-5566-C-1 started ramming on containment door. It was thought isolation had gotten to it and its knocks were answered by a fellow researcher opening the door, after which both spontaneously combusted, leaving an oily 3 under the ashes of SCP-5566-C-2 in the middle of the hallway. Hallway is off limits for any personnel save for researchers assigned to SCP-5566, or personnel that has acquainted itself with regulations concerning SCP-5566. Update 01-10-2019: Clumsy researcher dropped equipment on oily substance before research could officially commence. A single instance of a new sequence was said but other researchers are unable to reach consensus other than that it sounded like a low growly hissing noise. Researcher has been assigned SCP-5566-D-1. Update 04-10-2019: Research on phenomenon dispatched after series of deaths. SCP-5566-D-1 is contained in solitary confinement in a straitjacket, movement prohibited. A feeding tube which can be controlled, refilled and cleaned from another room is attached to SCP-5566-D-1, and facilities for expelling waste have been similarly provided. Update 08-10-2019: Not a single sequence has commenced in days. SCP-5566-D-1 is pleading for euthanasia, but such an act is impossible without creating another instance of SCP-5566-D. Update 09-10-2019: SCP-5566-D-1 is mute and behaving strangely, similarly to SCP-5566-C-1, and moving rhythmically akin to SCP-5566-A-3. Surveillance cameras focused on SCP-5566-D-1 are for now unable to zoom as the effect this might have on the phenomenon is unknown. Update 11-10-2019: Researcher tasked with replenishing liquid container and emptying waste container assigned SCP-5566-D-2. It is currently unknown what the interruption was, but the rhythmic movements SCP-5566-D-1 was making stopped immediately. Update 12-10-2019: SCP-5566-D-2 fled before containment was possible and is hiding somewhere in the Foundation building. An announcement to not interact in any way with SCP-5566-D-2 was released immediately. SCP-5566-D-1 turned to ash, no oily liquid remains underneath. It is assumed an oily "4" will be found under the ashes of SCP-5566-D-2. Update 16-10-2019: Several people found to partake in sequence have been located and contained after a long instance of the sequence was started. All have been led to a containment area without disrupting their way of expressing the sequence. They have been assigned SCP-5566-E-1 and SCP-5566-E-2. We hypothesize it is one two more interruptions away from turning to ash again, and one more SCP-5566-E-3 may be present in the building or otherwise. Update 22-10-2019: There have been no instances of the phenomenon in six days. The research party has been thinning since day one, with only myself and the intern remaining. Truthfully, I am not quite sure why I started up this file again444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444 Update 22-10-2019; 16.04: Supervisor Mennings assigned SCP-5566-E-3 and contained. After a keyboard jam, SCP-5566-E-3 started ramming its head into the table and scratching even more fours onto it. Researchers are not allowed to remove these scribbles themselves, nor is SCP-5566-E-3 allowed outside of its containment to erase its marks, as time between sequences is still uncertain. Addendum 5566-6: Personal anecdotes by intern Z. Bellerose. + Show - Hide Update 25-10-2019: Man, their screams are seriously getting to me… I'm just an intern, who am I even supposed to contact… I don't even know if this goes in the addendum or in the description or whatever, if I'm being honest. This was supposed to be a simple "safe" containment to get me integrated into the program. Was this in the training somewhere?? Oh, I should add what the thing has been up to, right? So… my old supervisor, now 5-3, is constantly ramming his head back and forth and honestly I think his neck might even be broken at this point. Yet his weird "Quatre" thing is still going on… 5-1 has been rubbing his hands against the wall until the skin on them was so broken the hands could be used as a marker, and 5-2 has been wriggling on the ground crying. I can't have them relocated as of now because their movements are obviously part of the sequence somehow… What a drag… Update 28-10-2019: They stopped… I have seen my future colleagues dwindle down to a bunch of tics, movements and noises… maybe it is a little drastic, but I don't think this place is right for me… this kind of phenomenon should not be contained at any cost. This should be destroyed somehow, or hidden from researchers. Indeed, my old supervisor has perished due to the injuries to his neck, but 5-1 and 5-2 were able to help themselves. They are in bad condition. I gave them access to water and a medical kit and strapped them to a hospital bed on wheels before the sequence was started and I think I can now roll them around without it being an interruption. I told them I would bring them to a hospital, but that would be incredibly irresponsible. This thing can, or… no, it WANTS to kill as many people as possible. The rules are petty, like in a kids game, too. I don't know how to make this document all fancy-like, but I DO now how to use 5-3's login information to request or update a maybe more extreme containment procedure…an emergency protocol. This is basically the last that will ever be heard from me, as I fear for the fate of humanity if I don't even take the small precaution that I might already be infected into consideration. This SCP will be considered neutralized, as long as its not dug up, I'd say. And with that, I say adieu. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5566" by Quinnen and Scented_Shadow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5566. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Should mentions be discovered, they are to be promptly removed. Any discovered copies of SCP-5567 are to be kept in Site-23 anomalous storage Unit-12. Personnel wishing to access SCP-5567 with clearance level below SCP-5567/2 must gain permission from project director Researcher Oliver Crane or project lead Senior Researcher Kelly Apple. Post 19/12/2019 Additions: No physical changes may be made to any copy of SCP-5567 upon discovery without direct permission from project director Researcher Crane. Any person found guilty of doing so will be removed from working with SCP-5567, and reported to Site Director Lilith Miles. Update 25/09/2019: Due to the unknown nature of SCP-5567-1's anomalous development, testing has been temporarily suspended. Only the aforementioned personnel may access SCP-5567. Description SCP-5567 title card. SCP-5567 is a direct-to-video, subtitled, pilot episode of a Japanese anime titled "海辺の謎"1. A label on the back cover claims it was distributed by a believed-to-be nonexistent "East Blue Productions"; investigation is ongoing. The plot of SCP-5567 involves a detective named Toshiro Arikawa (SCP-5567-1) investigating a spike in missing person cases in the fictional seaside town of Michikomio, Japan. Although locals claim a yokai2 is responsible, Toshiro remains skeptical. Every twenty-four-hours following the previous successful viewing of SCP-5567, the culprit of the disappearances changes, along with corresponding scenes and other details relating to the mystery. Discovery of SCP-5567-1 SCP-5567-1 is an emergent awareness embedded in the character of Detective Arikawa, which developed upon repetitive viewing during preliminary Foundation testing.3 During testing, SCP-5567-1 gradually became aware of its status as a fictional character. Evidence of this included: Dialogue by SCP-5567-1, considered unfitting to the scene SCP-5567-1 appearing late to scenes SCP-5567-1 not appearing in scenes SCP-5567-1 responding to remarks made by Foundation personnel in the room4 SCP-5567-1 failing to speak for extended periods of time Testing has revealed SCP-5567-1 is aware of when SCP-5567 is being watched, its place as a character in a direct to video anime, and the year SCP-5567 was supposedly created.5 Additionally, testing has revealed that SCP-5567-1 is aware of previous iterations of itself, interactions with viewers, and plot resolutions. For more information uncovered during testing with SCP-5567-1, see the addendums below. _ Interview Log 01Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 01 Interviewed: SCP-5567-1 Interviewer: Dr. Kelly Apple, Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To learn what exactly SCP-5567-1 knows about itself, its creation, and the world around it. Note: As SCP-5567-1 can only communicate in Japanese, Researcher Fox, fluent in English and Japanese, translated for both parties. <Begin Log> Dr. Apple: I am only going to say this once. Detective Arikawa, you will now be known as SCP-5567-1. Do you understand me? [SCP-5567-1 leans back in his chair and looks to the sky.] SCP-5567-1: The voices in my head seem quite active today. Maybe I should go to a shrink like Aoi tells me to. Dr. Apple: My name is Dr. Apple, and I'm here to interview you. Next to me is Researcher Fox. Please be more responsive to the questions. SCP-5567-1: Can't right now, doc. My schedule is a bit backed up at the moment, what with the murders and all. [SCP-5567-1 taps his pen against his notepad, and sighs.] SCP-5567-1: The murders… Dr. Apple: SCP-5567-1, I need you to answer me— SCP-5567-1: I was not alive before. I would have appreciated some company within Michikomio. Outside company is not unwanted, but you seem quite incompetent and a bore to listen to. Talk to me when you get a better doctor to do it for you. And please, my name is Toshiro Arikawa. [At this point, SCP-5567-1 looks at the camera and gently pushes it away. By the next perspective shift, SCP-5567-1 has disappeared from the frame.] <End Log> Observations: SCP-5567-1 does not appear to be capable of viewing observers. How it knows that it is being watched is currently unknown. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SCP-5567-1 Interview To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: SCP-5567-1 Interview Hello Kelly! I'm still landing my footing here, but a useful phrase we have around the office in my division is "a content anomaly is a contained anomaly". Maybe try using his name, many anomalies cooperate simply by hearing their given name. We need to gain his trust, as he seems very wary around us. See you tomorrow! To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:SCP-5567-1 Interview Daichi, I appreciate the incentive, but trust me in this. We can use its name if necessary, but we do not need to bend to the anomaly's will. Try to learn from me. _ Interview Log 02Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 02 Interviewed: Detective Arikawa Interviewer: Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To gain the trust of Arikawa to facilitate understanding of the underlying anomaly. To this end, Researcher Fox is conducting the interview. Note: Interview conducted in Japanese. <Begin Log> [Detective Arikawa is sitting on a piece of driftwood on the beach, attempting to light a cigarette. A stormfront is brewing, though the sunset is beautiful.] Fox: Hello, Detective Arikawa, I was wondering if I could speak with you. Arikawa: Jesus, can a man take a smoke in peace? I already told you doc, I don't want nothing to do— Fox: No, no, you misunderstand, sir. I was merely a translator for my supervisor, Apple. My name is Daichi Fox. Arikawa: Ah. I suppose I could give someone new a chance. Especially since you're using my name. My real name. [Arikawa takes a deep drag of the cigarette and exhales, watching the cloud drift away.] Arikawa: Now go on, say your piece. I'll leave when I'm done with this cigarette. Fox: Oh… okay, ah…. How did you feel when you first gained— first became aware of your surroundings. Arikawa: Shitty. Fox: Okay… what do you want to do with your life? Arikawa: Well, I would kill myself, but I wouldn't know what to do after that. [takes a drag] Fox: Not that much of a planner, eh? Arikawa: What can I say, I'm more of an action man than a thinking man. [Thundering is heard in the distance.] Fox: Not a bad way to be. Aren't you afraid it's going to rain? Arikawa: Nah, it never rains around here this time. A little further down the coast, maybe, but never went out that far. Fox: Why not? Arikawa: Heh, I'm suicidal, not insane. Traveled down the coast for a shopping trip one time, halfway to the next town I started unravelling. [takes a drag] Could feel ink dripping from my back, the car almost falling apart from the weight of an animator's pencil pressing against it. I didn't feel… finished. Turned around like a [chuckles] fox with its tail between its legs. Fox: You say that so casually. That you're suicidal. Arikawa: It's nothing to make a fuss of, not to me. [Arikawa takes one final drag of his cigarette, and crushes it beneath his heel.] Arikawa: Well, there's that. Nice talking to you, kid. Fox: You too. See you around. <End Log> Observations: The anomaly appears capable of aiming the camera to focus on it at all times. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! – hide block To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: SCP-5567-1 Interview Conduct I read your interview with SCP-5567-1 yesterday. You were not productive, Daichi, and very unprofessional transcript at that. Flowery language does not make a transcript. Talking to a construct about its feelings is getting us nowhere. We need to learn exactly what it can do, and what it knows about it. You are poisoning the well of research before we can try and take a drink. Watch and learn from me, Fox. To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Re:SCP-5567-1 Interview Conduct Kelly, you're being quite cold. If we gain his trust, he's more likely to cooperate, at least from what I have picked up on. If I see him closing up, I'll try to smooth things out next interview you do. See you tomorrow! To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:SCP-5567-1 Interview Conduct Fox, I need you to trust me. _ Interview Log 03Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 03 Interviewed: SCP-5567-1 Interviewer: Researcher Kelly Apple, Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To fully understand the origin and abilities of SCP-5567-1. <Begin Log> [SCP-5567-1 is within the Michikomio Library, reading at a wooden desk. A radio is playing a muted jazz tune in the background.] Apple: Hello, SCP-5567-1. SCP-5567-1: [eyes not leaving the book] I'm guessing this is Apple speaking? Apple: Yes, I want to ask you questions about yourself. SCP-5567-1: I suppose I could indulge in conversation. You'll hear me out like that Fox kid, eh? Apple: I don't have to— [Fox does not translate this dialogue to SCP-5567-1.] Apple: (…) Fine, yes, I will. SCP-5567-1: Wonderful. [Snapping the book shut and staring into camera.] What do you want to know? Apple: I—We would like to know when you were created, preferably who created you, as well. SCP-5567-1: What it says on the title card. 1985 and "East Blue" Productions, I believe. Apple: You only know what is on the title card? SCP-5567-1: You asked me what I know, and I told you what I know. Now if you don't mind, I have to figure out what in the hell skinned this little girl, or else her father promised to kill me. [Several other library patrons shush SCP-5567-1, who becomes more withdrawn. He sighs, rubs his face with his hands, and pulls out his cigarette box, only to reveal it to be empty.] SCP-5567-1: Damn, I always forget this is where I have to refill my cigs. Nice talking to you, Fox. Apple, you've grown on me. [SCP-5567-1 leaves the frame, and the camera remains centered on the book it left on the table, entitled 日出ずる国の民間伝承.6] <End Log> _ Interview Log 04Close Interview SCP-5567-1 Interview Log 04 Interviewed: SCP-5567-1 Interviewer: Researcher Daichi Fox Objective: To learn about SCP-5567-1's understanding of the yokai within SCP-5567. <Begin Log> [Detective Arikawa is sitting on the steps of the back porch of his home. He is holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.] Fox: Hello Detective Arikawa. How are you today? Arikawa: [looks at the screen]. Ah, Fox. Hey kid. Fox: You know, you only look a few years older than me, but you call me kid. And please, call me Daichi. Arikawa: I can't see you, remember. Fox: I'm thirty. Arikawa: Thirty-five going on fifty. Fox: See? We're about the same age. [Fox shuffles in his seat.] Fox: Anyways, to the point. I would like to ask you about the yokai that you encounter. Arikawa: [takes a drag of his cigarette] What about em'? Fox: For starters, [flips through notes] the lady with a thousand faces, she was just the shop keep, right? When you see the shopkeep after that, how do you think of her? [Arikawa closes his eyes, taking a deep sigh.] Arikawa: I can't think anything. If I thought anything special, it would interfere with my ability to go on. Fox: Why do you continue to solve the mysteries? What is making you? Arikawa: Justice. [Arikawa takes another drag of his cigarette, then throws it to the ground, crushing it beneath his heel.] Arikawa: I know everyone in Michikomio is an empty shell of themselves. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let them suffer 'cause I am. Fox: Do you feel as if solving these mysteries gives you a sense of belonging? Arikawa: [chuckles] Would you believe me if I said no? Fox: I'm curious, why? Arikawa: If I don't solve a case, twenty-four-hours later, there's a new one. A little girl is ripped apart in front of me and I'll watch her buy candy from a vendor the next day. All I do is give them a temporary good ending. Fox: Then why do you still do it? Arikawa: Just because I'm suffering doesn't mean these husks have to. It doesn't feel right to leave things because I'm upset. The least I can do is avenge them, maybe fulfill their spirits' need for vengeance, if only for a little while. Fox: That's very admirable. Arikawa: I suppose. [As he says that, a female figure appears on the top of a hill in the distance, waving to Akiwara. He tiredly raises his hand in response.] Akiwara: That's my cue, we're almost at the climax. See you later, Daichi. Fox: Good luck. Akiwara: [chuckles and shakes his head.] Don't need it, but thanks. <End Log> Archive Notice The containment team of SCP-5567 has unanimously decided to archive interview logs five, six, and seven, as the information within has been deemed irrelevant.. For the archived logs, see SCiP-ARC/5567 Interviews. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT Multiple unnamed sources have claimed that the recipient of this memo, DAICHI FOX, has been conducting interviews deemed unproductive in the development of an anomaly under their care, SCP-5567-1. This memo is to be considered a warning. Any further complaints made towards you will be referred to your supervisor for further resolution. Additional: To increase productivity, DAICHI FOX will be accompanied with every interview with SCP-5567-1 until given approval to act independently. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Stepping Back To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Stepping back I believe it is in the best interest of the case for me to distance myself from SCP-5567-1. After receiving the memo, I was forced to realize that I have been too focused on trying to gain his trust. Although I'd like to be there to watch the progression of the anomaly and be there for him if he needs it, it seems like he's willing to cooperate without my advice at this point. I'll let you take the reins again. Contact me if he shuts down, if you'd like. To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Stepping back Noted. I'll inform Oliver of your decision ASAP. I was only ever trying to look out for you, Daichi. I'll be sure to let SCP-5567-1 know as well. And I'll ask for your help if it's needed. To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:Stepping Back Thanks. Do stick to calling him Arikawa, it will do wonders to his cooperation. Trust me. To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:Re:Stepping Back Right. Addendum 5567 Status Update Observer: Dr. Kelly Apple, Dr. Marvin Waters Interview(s) Summary: SCP-5567-1 initially expressed irritation that Researcher Fox was no longer interviewing it. It was reluctantly explained that Researcher Fox chose to stop directly interacting with SCP-5567-1. It appeared to take comfort in the fact that Researcher Fox had not been forced to stop interacting with it, finding his reasoning "noble" which aided in its further cooperation. Progress as of 09/09/2019: SCP-5567-1 has been observed to have gained full/near full control of itself and its surroundings. Sapience and anomalous properties seem to be progressing at a steady pace, relative to number of interations SCP-5567 has undergone. — Dr. Marvin Waters Update as of 12/09/2019: SCP-5567-1's sapience and anomalous properties seem to be progressing in larger amounts than previously documented. New properties include: The ability to change which predetermined scene is occurring at will (if it chooses to partake in such scene)7 The ability to make objects appear Additionally, SCP-5567-1's physical appearance has been altered. It now looks disheveled, opposed to the clean-cut appearance seen previously. — Dr. Kelly Apple Updates as of 25/09/2019: SCP-5567-1 has become almost non-responsive to Foundation personnel. Although no current threat to containment has been made, it has been decided that SCP-5567-1 testing will be brought to an indefinite halt. Contact Researcher Crane or Dr. Apple for any questions regarding this decision. _ + Security Log 5567-TEST-D 29/11/2019- Close Log <Begin Log> 12:25 [Researcher Kelly Apple is seen walking purposefully down the hall containing the testing chamber used for SCP-5567, holding an autotranslator and SCP-5567. She flashes her ID to the guards, who let her pass.] 12:26 [Apple enters the chamber, and loads SCP-5567-1 into the dedicated television within the chamber.] 12:27 [She attempts to play SCP-5567, but it only shows the credits. Apple has a look of annoyance as she rewinds the tape and plays it.] 12:28 [After the introduction, she forwards SCP-5567 to a scene showing SCP-5567-1 in the Michikomio Library. SCP-5567-1 appears disheveled, with wrinkled clothing and greasy, stringy hair.] 12:29 [Apple attempts to get the attention of SCP-5567-1, but is ignored. Apple angrily attempts to tap on the television screen, to the same response.] 12:30 [Apple looks around for a moment, and starts talking to SCP-5567-1, quietly at first but gets more animated as she continues. SCP-5567-1 tries to ignore her still but something Apple says catches his attention.] 12:33 [SCP-5567-1 and Apple begin a back-and-forth conversation, talking and gesturing. As Apple speaks SCP-5567-1 becomes more withdrawn.] 12:34 [Apple looks worried, and asks SCP-5567-1 a question. After a moment of hesitation, SCP-5567-1 tells her something. Apple sits ramrod straight, says one last thing to SCP-5567-1, ejects SCP-5567 and walks out of the chamber.] <End Log> Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SCP-5567-1 I'm Sorry To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: I'm Sorry _ + Security Log 5567-TEST-D 02/12/2019- Close Log <Begin Log> 01:05 [During a guard shift exchange, Researcher Fox is seen walking down the hall. He attempts to walk casually, but looks nervous.] 01:06 [Fox enters the chamber, closes the blinds and locks the door. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a VHS tape.] 01:07 [The television blares the intro music and title card for SCP-5567, which causes Fox to hastily lunge towards the television to hit the pause button, before lowering the volume and unpausing SCP-5567.] 01:07 [Fox fast forwards through the establishing shots of SCP-5567, stopping at the first shot including SCP-5567-1, where he is sleeping in his house.] 01:08 [Fox taps on the screen, waking SCP-5567-1 up. Fox begins to talk animatedly to SCP-5567-1 in Japanese.] 01:10 [After a while, Fox stops talking, and looks concerned, he asks a question. SCP-5567-1 replies in a snappy tone of voice.] 01:11 [Fox attempts to respond, his shoulders slumping as he does so, but is interrupted by SCP-5567-1, who launches in a tirade against Fox. ] 01:13 [SCP-5567-1 ends his tirade, and Fox tries talking to him in a soft tone.] 01:15 [The video cassette is forcibly ejected from the television set, landing in Fox's lap. He puts his face in his hands and doesn't move for several minutes, before getting out of his chair and exiting the chamber.] <End Log> To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:I'm Sorry I told you not to get close to him, why did you have to push it? To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:I'm Sorry I just tried talking to him, and I don't know. He just seemed so brave and kind. I wanted him to know he wasn't alone. That he didn't have to go through life alone. I didn't want him to live in a world where no one cared. I wanted him to know I cared. To: daichifox@SCiPnet From: kellyapple@SCiPnet Subject: Re:Re:Re:I'm Sorry Did you ever consider that you were putting him in more pain than he deserved? All those times you forced him to talk to you, forcing the tape to play, you forced him to see his friends turn into horrible monsters and ghouls. He saw his friends die over and over. You made him miserable. To: kellyapple@SCiPnet From: daichifox@SCiPnet Subject:Re:Re:Re:Re:I'm Sorry I didn't mean to. I tried distancing myself from him as if that would help, but it didn't. I didn't want him to be lonely anymore, I thought I could fix that. Fix him, at least. I just wanted to help him. Incident Log 5567-19/12/2019 On the 19th of December, 2019, during an unrelated containment breach, the entire site experienced a cascading power failure. After power was restored, it was discovered that substantial modifications had been made to SCP-5567, including the physical removal of a portion of the tape, which included the timestamp that the murders occurred within. It is unknown who, if anyone, is responsible for this vandalism. The emergent intelligence has been unaffected by the alteration. Post Incident 19/12/2019 Researcher Fox put in for a transfer after the above incident, which was granted. Upon vacating his lodgings at the Site, the following correspondence was found.8 Arikawa-San While I am sure you won’t get to read this, possibly some member of the research staff will take pity on me and read it to you. I won’t take too much of your time. I sincerely apologize to you. While I understand I violated your boundaries, at the time, I felt as if I was doing so for the right reasons. Please be assured that I am no longer a part of the research staff here, and you won't have to interact with me anymore. I am transferring because I feel I have lost my objective, and want to give you peace of mind. I hope someday you will come to forgive me. All my love, Daichi Fox Upon locating this correspondence, Dr. Apple requested a full enquiry be made into Researcher Fox’s behavior. The letter was not read to SCP-5567-1. Footnotes 1. Umibe no Nazo; Seaside Mystery. 2. Monsters, usually ghosts or demons in Japanese folklore. 3. As little is known of emergent awareness within the Foundation, study of SCP-5567-1 is considered to be higher priority than of SCP-5567. 4. As SCP-5567-1 only understands Japanese, responses primarily consisted of confusion. 5. 1985 6. Folklore from the Land of the Rising Sun. 7. This will physically rewind the VHS 8. Translated from Japanese. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5567" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5567. Licensed under CC-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: pic Name: Umibe no Nazo Author: Mew-ltiverse License: cc-by-sa 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-5567/Pic Derivative of: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:三浦海岸の日の出,_Sunrise_over_the_Uraga_waterway_-_panoramio.jpg |
SCP-5568 | euclid | ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ The following page contains references to psychological abuse, manipulation, and suicide. Read at your own discretion. close Info X SCP-5568: What Friends Are For ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains references to abuse, manipulation, & suicide. 75% (+24) 25% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Replaces "ITEM#:" text SCP-5568 LEVEL4 SECRET THREAT CLASS: green DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam RISK CLASS: caution link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Assigned Site Site-17 Site Director Sophia Light Research Head Rodrick Hummel Assigned Task Force Gamma-12 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5568 is currently held in the mind of D-41903, who has been placed in a Sapient Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell with standard accommodations. Staff is not to view any part of the cell unless cleared for experimentation, to which the staff member is to maintain visual contact of SCP-5568 at all times. EMERGENCY UPDATE: Following Incident 5568/IR-01, all members of SCP-5568 containment and research teams are to identify themselves as having a close relationship with a minimum of three other Foundation personnel, who will then be asked to confirm or deny this. All staff assigned to SCP-5568 are to be screened for signs of depression, anxiety, or loneliness. If they are found to have the aforementioned signs, or an identified personnel denies having a close relationship with the member, they are to be immediately reassigned to another site and the Internal Security Department is to be alerted. Mobile Task Force Gamma-12 "Friendship is Militarized" is to perform an interview with SCP-5568 once a month for consultation regarding GoI-827. Description: SCP-5568 is a sapient migratory thought-form, capable of causing visual, auditory, and tactile hallucinations. SCP-5568 has consistently only caused hallucinations of a human female that identifies itself as the aforementioned thought-form. Due to its nature as a migrating thought, SCP-5568 can only be seen by one subject at a time and is only able to move to another person's perception if they are viewing the space that it portrays itself as occupying. Discovery: SCP-5568 was found during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency hideout by MTF Upsilon-11 "Avalon's Wake". When discovered, it was only visible to U11-3, who quickly identified the anomaly as only being perceivable by one person. SCP-5568 immediately surrendered, stating that it wanted to talk to a researcher about an "important matter". Once the anomaly was identified and safely apprehended, it was put into temporary containment with U11-3. Addendum - Interview Log 5568/INT-01: The following is the initial interview between SCP-5568 and Junior Researcher Luna Weiss. Foreword: Performed pre-emptive to normal initial interviews with sapient entities due to the anomaly's specific request to be interviewed as soon as possible. At the time Junior Researcher Luna Weiss enters, SCP-5568 is in the mind of U11-3. SCP-5568's dialogue was added based on testimony by Weiss. <Begin Log> Weiss: Good morning Sharon, and to your friend as well. U11-3: Good morning. I've lost visual on the anomaly, is it safe to assume you see it now? Weiss: I do, thank you. You may leave now. <U11-3 stands up and leaves the room. Weiss sits on the same seat U11-3 was sat on and places two water bottles on each end of the table.> Weiss: I brought some water if you can drink it. SCP-5568: I can't, but thank you. What rank are you? Weiss: Junior Researcher, sorry, all the big boys are busy elsewhere. SCP-5568: Will this interview be written down and read by someone higher? Weiss: Presumably yes, once you get a proper SCP designation and containment. SCP-5568: Good, thank you. Weiss: Anyway, let's start with the basics. What would you like me to call you, and what would you describe yourself as? SCP-5568: My name is Sarah Pain. I'm a Tulpa1, created by Jessica Winthrop two years ago, but I've become independent after her recent death. Weiss: I'm sorry to hear about your creator. Why were you at a Chaos Insurgency hideout? SCP-5568: Jess was a member of a group called The Syndicate, a bunch of magic people doing magic things just for fun and hanging out. Or, rather, that's what they appear to be. When you look under the surface you see manipulative hateful abusers who target lonely people, pulling them in with promises of friendship and a sense of belonging. They make you a "friend" and you become practically addicted to that "friendship". Jess figured this out and tried to warn some new people out of it. The inner-circle heard about this and attacked her. She committed suicide, but it was orchestrated by them. I was beyond pissed. Started trying to think of violent gangs that could deal with anomalous dege-… assholes, like them. Chaos Insurgency is the definition of violent gangs, so I went there first to ask them to help. Weiss: I take it negotiations didn't go very far? SCP-5568: Yeah, got put on lockdown before I even got a word in. Weiss: When you were apprehended, you seemed to recognize the SCP logo, and in your story there you knew about the Chaos Insurgency. How do you know this? SCP-5568: Some of the friends work here, or hang out in the library, or in the GAW's IRC, or in the Noosphere. They know all they need to know about each place. Weiss: Are you stating that members of the Foundation may be covertly working for a potentially hostile group of interest? If so, that's a pretty big accusation, and you're going to have to show some proof and drop some names. SCP-5568: Unfortunately, I have neither. Everyone uses usernames and never says their real names, and I'm just a Tulpa, all I can offer is hearsay. Weiss: Well, if you were worried about higher-ups not reading this before, they definitely will be now. What is the purpose of this group your host was a part of? SCP-5568: I don't know if they have some higher plan. My best guess has been that they like the feeling of being powerful over others. Why does a spouse abuser abuse their spouse? If there was ever such a thing as friend abuse, that'd be my assumption. Weiss: Alright. Is there anything more you would like to get out before a proper initial interview? SCP-5568: I have more information on them whenever you want it, but I think that's everything I needed to get in your files right away. Weiss: Thank you. Do I need to stay here with you until the guard can come to get you, or can you stay here? SCP-5568: I'll need you to stay here unless you want to pull me along with you somewhere. <End Log> Closing Statement: The attending guard arrived shortly after and escorted SCP-5568 to a temporary anomaly holding cell. It was transferred to D-73912 who stayed in the room until it could be properly processed. Addendum - Incident Report 5568/IR-01: 31 hours after the initial acquisition, attending guard Markus Allemand entered SCP-5568's temporary holding cell and stabbed D-73912 in the head, killing them instantly. SCP-5568 reports that it was forced into the mind of Allemand, who then attempted to kill it with the same method. This failed, to which Allemand attempted to kill SCP-5568 through punching, strangulation, and using their firearm. The sound of firing his weapon alerted nearby staff, who quickly detained Allemand, with SCP-5568 moving to one of the other detaining staff's mind. SCP-5568 reports that it was unharmed during the incident and has since moved to the mind of D-41903. The following is an interview conducted by Doctor Rodrick Hummel with Markus Allemand, shortly after the aforementioned incident. Foreword: Performed with Markus Allemand handcuffed to the table, with all weaponry removed. <Begin Log> Hummel: Are you ready to explain yourself Mark? <Silence for 6 seconds> Hummel: Markus if you don't answer for yourself I can guarantee that you will be terminated for such an egregious act. If you have any sort of defense for yourself, now is the time to state it. <Allemand speaks quietly> Allemand: She deserved it. Hummel: Excuse me? You're going to have to speak up for it to be recorded. Allemand: I did the right thing. Hummel: You need to talk louder Allemand, you know my hearing isn't that great anymore. <Allemand begins to yell> Allemand: I was fucking doing you assholes a favor! She's a fucking degenerate trying to get innocent kind people killed for her own sick pleasure! That bitch deserved to die, I don't know how she lived through Many's2 suicide but all she's doing is continuing that traitor's job! All she wants to do is destroy the lives of all the people who've done nothing but love and care for her because she's a fucking psycho that loves making others miserable! I should've fucking killed myself the instant I realized she snuck in me, if I die protecting my friends I can die happy, and that would've at least shocked her enough to shut her the fuck up. <Silence for 9 seconds> Hummel: What the fuck happened to you, Mark? Allemand: I found people who made me happy. <End Log> Closing Statement: Markus Allemand was terminated shortly after this interview. Further investigation showed a general lack of recognition among Foundation staff with Allemand. Following this incident, Mobile Task Force Gamma-12 "Friendship is Militarized" was created and assigned to the investigation of the newly designated GoI-827 "The Syndicate". Containment Procedures have received an emergency update in response to this event. Footnotes 1. Tulpae are non-anomalous pseudo-sapient thought-forms intentionally created by a person within their own mind. Can become anomalous through thaumaturgic or ontokinetic means, often resulting in the Tulpa gaining a physical form or separating from their host. 2. "Many" was later identified by SCP-5568 to be referring to "ManyANoName", the online alias of Jessica Winthrop. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5568" by DesertMoonGW, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5568. Licensed under CC-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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In cooperation with the municipal government of the Sharqia Governorate of Egypt, the exhumation of recently deceased human remains is strictly forbidden. All death records and autopsies are to have any mention of SCP-5569-2 removed. The occupation of coroner and undertaker is to be a Foundation-regulated government-appointed position; all individuals employed will receive a monthly amnestic treatment to remove knowledge of SCP-5569-2. Any civilian discoveries of SCP-5569-2 will be discredited, have evidence destroyed, and/or witnesses amnestisized at the discretion of the responding concealment team. A Foundation security detail is to remain posted at the Bubastis excavation site. Access to SCP-5569-1 is strictly forbidden to civilians, as well as Foundation personnel. The Foundation-led Tell Basta Project is authorized to operate within Bubastis under the stipulation that SCP-5569-1 remains undisturbed. In the situation that SCP-5569-1a is breached, Mobile Strike Force Gamma-77 ("Solomon's Bane") is to be dispatched to facilitate re-containment. Update|2016/01/22: In order to ensure that SCP-5569-1a remains sealed the construction of an S-Class Thaumic Neutralization Chamber surrounding SCP-5569-1 has been approved. The chamber's estimated time of completion is 2020/10/31. Description SCP-5569-1 is an underground temple complex located in Bubastis, Egypt; the inner chambers of which are sealed by a thaumaturgic array. The phenomenon designated SCP-5569-2 is centered around the SCP-5569-1 complex. SCP-5569-2 is a phenomenon affecting human corpses within a 3000 km2 area of the Sharqia Governorate of Egypt. SCP-5569-2 causes deceased humans to have their tongues demanifested from their bodies within 24 hours postmortem. The demanifested tongues will re-manifest within SCP-5569-1's main chamber. These tongues show no signs of decomposition despite existing in conditions otherwise incapable of such preservation. The tongue's preservation appears to last indefinitely unless the tongue is removed from SCP-5569-1, at which time rapid decomposition occurs. There are estimated to be over 2.5 million human tongues within SCP-5569-1. Systematic exhumation and examination of human remains revealed that SCP-5569-2 has affected 100% of deceased humans within its area of effect. This has occurred since approximately 1964; as human remains from prior to 1964 have been unaffected by SCP-5569-2. Discovery On 1965/02/11, the Foundation was contacted by a representative of the United Arab Republic regarding the SCP-5569-2 phenomenon. Through a joint effort with the local government, SCP-5569-2's area of effect was established along with its containment procedures. SCP-5569-1 was discovered by the Tell Basta Project on 2015/03/14, during the routine excavation of Bubastis. Dr. William Cooper was the first person to enter SCP-5569-1, uncovering the main chamber and its large quantity of human tongues shortly thereafter. Dr. Cooper reported his findings to the Tell Basta Project's Foundation liaison, at which time the connection to SCP-5569-2 was made. The Foundation dispatched Archeological Task Force Mu-4 ("Tomb Robbers") as a response to the initial discovery. Due to the presence of several thaumaturgic runes, Dr. Giovanni Caprini1 was assigned to facilitate any necessary thaumaturgic response. SCP-5569-1 Report SCP-5569-1 consists of three concentric areas, the outermost of which(designated SCP-5569-1c) was discovered in 1964 during Bubastis's initial excavation. The artifacts found within SCP-5569-1c included artistic pieces, mundane documents, several human remains, and over 300,000 mummified felines. Of the objects discovered by civilians in 1964, none showed any signs of anomalous properties. Dr. Caprini theorizes that the excavation of the outer chamber is what triggered the SCP-5569-2 phenomenon. Unlike the outer area, SCP-5569-1b drastically differs from typical Egyptian temples with very little artistic or religious paraphernalia. One hieroglyphic mural is present in the main chamber depicting a battle or war fought and won against an army of feline entities.2 Of the 14 chambers discovered within SCP-5569-1b, only the main chamber and innermost wall had shown signs of anomalous properties. The main chamber forming the center for the SCP-5569-2 ritual and the inner walls completing a second thaumaturgic seal surrounding the innermost chamber (designated SCP-5569-1a). Along with the powerful thaumic seal, there was a warning above the door within the main chamber leading to SCP-5569-1a, written in Egyptian hieroglyphs, demotic, and Greek. The following is an English translation of the warning: Here sleeps the brood mother. When the Third Seal breaks, bare us your tongues. Repair the Third Seal.3 Should the Second Seal break, Our Speech/Tongue will fend off the fiend. Uphold the Second Seal.4 Do not fall prey to its lies– The remaining inscriptions were indecipherable due to erosion. Radar, thermal, and sonographic examination of SCP-5569-1a revealed it to consist of one corridor leading to a large chamber. The only object within this chamber was a small geological structure, correctly theorized to be a statue. Exploration of SCP-5569-1a was approved and scheduled for 2015/05/23. Incident Report | Operation Inner-Circle On 2015/05/23, an attempt to explore SCP-5569-1a was made, designated Operation Inner-Circle. The procedure for exploration was as follows: One D-Class personnel will be fitted with a hazmat suit, lighting apparatus, and a shoulder-mounted audio/video recording device. A five member detachment of MSF Gamma-77 will be prepared on standby in the main chamber of SCP-5569-1. Four technicians will open the door to SCP-5569-1a allowing the D-Class to enter. The technicians will seal the door behind the D-Class at which time it will remain sealed for 20 minutes. The D-Class will explore the SCP-5569-1a chamber and any occupants thereof. After 20 minutes the chamber will be opened, and the D-Class removed. Operation Inner-Circle was conducted at 13:30, the following is a transcription of the event: ● SCP-5569 Event Log ● ○ SCP-5569 Event Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] Control: D-7740k, Captain Reinner, mic check. D-7740k: Aye. Reinner: Read you loud and clear. Control: Captain, I'd like your channel muted for the duration of the experiment, unless otherwise needed. Reinner: Understood, going dark. Control: D-7740k, I would like you to activate the device on your shoulder. There will be a rectangular button on the right side– please press it. D-7740k: You got it. Here, how's that? [The video feed activates revealing five MSF agents and the four technicians standing before a large stone door with intricate patterns carved upon it. The floor is covered in human tongues, coming knee-high on the MSF agents.] Control: Excellent. Now as you know, once inside you will have 20 minutes to enter the inner chamber, explore, and exit the chamber. Do you understand? D-7740k: Absolutely, can we– can we just do this though? This room really gives me the willies. [D-7740k begins wading forward through the viscous layers of human tongues.] D-7740k: This is not what I was ima– [D-7740k slips and falls, the tongues envelop him and the camera in a dark shade of pink, the sound of wet meat moving can be heard. He grunts as Captain Reinner pulls him from the floor.] Reinner Watch out there, champ. D-7740k: Can we please get this over with. Control: You may proceed. [D-7740k finally makes it to the stone door, the four technicians are prepared to open it. As they struggle through the layer of tongues and open the door a dark corridor comes into view; D-7740k enters.] Dr-7740k: Shit, it's dark in here. [As the lighting apparatus activates D-7740k turns around to see the door seal behind him.] Control: Remember, 20 minutes. Please proceed down the corridor. [D-7740k walks down the corridor, focusing on the walls, intricate thaumaturgic lattices line them.] D-7740k: These don't really look like the movies, do they? Control: The movies? D-7740k: Oh, you know, like "The Mummy" or "Scorpion King", with the holographic walls. These don't look like that. Control: Oh. Yeah, that's because those are not "hieroglyphics". D-7740k Well yeah, I fig– Do you hear that? [D-7740k stops a meter from the end of the corridor. No sounds can be heard aside from D-7740k's breathing.] Control: I did not pick anything up, what did you hear? D-7740k: It sounded like talking, or like, whispering maybe– Oh wait, there it was again! Control: It could be feedback from coms on your end, please proceed cautiously. D-7740k: Okay, here I go. [D-7740k enters the chamber, it is circular in shape, the walls are decorated with a large mural across the entire room. A small statue sits in the center of the chamber.] D-7740k: Oh wow, this place is, pretty cool. There's a lot of drawings on the walls here– and a cool cat statue to boot. I don't know, this all looks pretty no– What did you say? Control: I didn't say anything. Are you feeling okay, D-7740k? D-7740k: I'm uh, yeah, I'm fine. Must just be the feedback. Control: Very well, I'd like you to walk along the walls and get footage of some of the murals. D-7740k: Sure thing, these ones are a lot cooler than the ones in the hallway. [D-7740k proceeds to walk along the wall. The murals depict many struggles between seven warriors and various feline and humanoid-feline entities. It also shows these warriors constructing SCP-5569-1. Feline entities, tongues, and circles are prevalent throughout the art.] Control: D-7740k, you have seven minutes remaining. I'd like you to record the statue in the center of the chamber and then exit. [The camera angle begins shifting back and forth as D-7740k looks around the room.] Control: D-7740k, do yo– D-7740k: What? I can't– Where is that coming from? It's so freakin’ loud! Control: D-7740k, can you hear me? D-7740k: Yeah, I can hear you now– I don't know for a second it. Sounded like someone was screaming. I couldn't understand wha– Control: You have five minutes. Please proceed to the statue, and then exit the chamber. D-7740k: Um, yeah, okay. [D-7740k begins walking towards the statue.] Control: Captain Reinner, do you copy? Reinner: Copy, Control. Control: Please ready the medical team for D-7740k, and activate your vid feed. Reinner: Roger that. Is everything okay in there? Control: Just a precaution, please standby. [D-7740k circles around before crouching eye level with the feline statue.] Control: That's enough, D-7740k. Please exit the chamber; four minutes remain. [D-7740k remains silent and stares into the statues face.] Control: Please exit the cham– [D-7740k abruptly stands and turns around, running through the exit and down the corridor. He stops one meter from the stone door leading to SCP-5569-1b.] Control: D-7740k, the door is about to open, please exit slowly and place your hands on the wall next to the door. A medical team will be taking you in for evaluation. Do you understand? [D-7740k remains silent] Control: Captain be advised, I believe D-7740k has been compromised. You may need to assist the medical staff. Reinner: Understood. Control: Open the door. Reinner: You heard the lady, let's get moving. Spread out. [Reinner is standing within SCP-5569-1b, two meters from the stone door that is flanked by the four technicians. His team is standing on each side of Captain Reinner.] Reinner: Once the D-Class gets through I want him on that wall and restrained. We're not taking any chances. Open it. [The four technicians open the stone door, D-7740k can be seen standing in the corridor. After a moment he begins to run through the door stopping as he steps into the mass of tongues.] Reinner: Get up against the wall, D-7740k. I'm only asking nicely once. [Reinner steps forward and stops as D-7740k drops to his knees. D-7740k proceeds to scoop tongues from the mass and press them against his hazmat suit visor. He grunts in frustration.] Reinner: He's in the way of the door. Cooper, Riley restrain him and get him out of there. Cooper: Got it. [Agents Cooper and Riley slowly approach with restraints and batons in hand. D-7740k smashes his hands through his plastic visor and tears it apart, heavily damaging his finger in the process. He eventually tears the head unit from the hazmat suit, and frantically begins consuming the tongues.] Reinner: Christ, get the fuck in there. [Agent Cooper grabs D-7740k's shoulder as he continues to consume whole tongues. Cooper jerks him backward and D-7740k lunges on top of him. Agent Riley manages to pull D-7740k off by putting him in a chokehold.] Riley: Scrappy fella, ain'tcha. Cooper: What the fuck man– you see his eyes? Control: Captain, please get in close enough to see his eyes. Reinner: Yeah, sure. [Captain Reinner focuses the camera on D-7740k's face, his pupils are extremely dilated and moving erratically in all directions.] Cooper: How can he ev– [Agent Riley screams as D-7740k reaches back and shoves his hands under the agent's ribcage. Grabbing firmly D-7740k pulls Agent Riley's bottom ribs through the skin, blood pools out of the wounds. Agent Riley collapses.] [Reinner lunges forward and grabs D-7740k who pushes the captain several feet back before screaming incoherently in an unknown language.] Cooper: Fuck this! [Agent Cooper hits D-7740k in the face with his thaumically enhanced baton, leaving a burn mark across his face. D-7740k jumps on top of Cooper. He proceeds to unhinge his jaw and place it around Agent Cooper's mouth and clamps down. As D-7740k crawls off the agent a large mass can be seen forcing its way down Cooper's bulging throat. Agent Tobin rushes towards D-7740k as Agent Willow checks on Agent Riley's condition.] Reinner: Control, is lethal force authorized? Control: Negative, Captain Reinner, I want him alive. Reinner: Copy. Willow– get him out of here! Tobin stay the fuck back a sec– [D-7740k rushes forward with preternatural speed, gripping Agent Tobin by the bottom jaw. He proceeds to rip it downwards; with his teeth D -7740k removes Agent Tobin's tongue and swallows it.] Willow: Riley's gone, Captain. What's the plan? [D-7740k drops to the ground and begins consuming tongues. Agent Cooper gasps for air as he gets onto his knees and starts gagging. A much larger mass can be seen bulging its way up Agent Cooper's throat. It can be seen shifting position before stopping midway up, stretching his skintight. Cooper reaches up to his throat as something tears through the skin. A feline appendage rips through followed by another. A medium-sized domestic cat rips free of Cooper's throat, nearly severing his head.] Reinner: I'm sorry Control, but that's just about enough of that. You can study his corpse. [Captain Reinner removes his sidearm and takes aim at D-7740k. Both D-7740k and the cat are both distracted by consuming the tongues. Reinner shoots the cat four times before it slumps to the ground. D-7740k begins shrieking incoherently as he stands. Agents Reinner and Willow proceed to fire 14 thaumic rounds into D-7740k.] Control: Captain Reinner, your orders were explicit– Reinner: Fuck the orders– this thing was killing us. Get that goddamn door closed. [The technicians can be seen quickly struggling through the tongues to get to the door. D-7740k begins shaking violently as his body begins to swell.] Reinner: I think we go– [D-7740k's body erupts, blood and viscera spraying the chamber and its remaining occupants. The stone door slams shut, tossing the technicians to the side.] [END LOG] Following this incident, SCP-5569-1 was sealed, and its current containment procedures enacted on 2015/05/25. Due to the nature of the anomaly, no further testing of SCP-5569-1a is to be scheduled, though methods of reducing or eliminating the SCP-5569-2 phenomenon have been approved. Footnotes 1. A thaumaturge with direct expertise in Egyptian thaumaturgy. 2. This was initially theorized to be an anamorphic representation of a battle against illness or some other natural phenomenon. 3. This is accompanied by a pictorial representation of a staff. 4. This is accompanied by a pictorial representation of a sword. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5569" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5569. Licensed under CC-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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Please reference temporary containment protocols until further procedures are established. Temporary Containment Protocol: The property on which SCP-5570 is located has been evacuated of all non-permanent residents. All physical evidence will be confiscated upon containment of the anomaly. Description SCP-5570 is a series of phenomena affecting the "Stevens' Family Hotel", located in Corbin Springs, Illinois. Phenomena include, but are not limited to: Humanoid spectral entities varying in age, race, and appearance. Electronic malfunctions, including intermittent failure in illumination outlets, abnormal TV activity, and radio interference. Auditory phenomena, including disembodied voices, knocking, screaming, and footsteps. The cause of this concentration of spectral phenomenon is currently under investigation. Discovery The Foundation became aware of SCP-5570 when a member of the Stevens family1 contacted Shelby County Paranormal Investigations2. The Stevens and their patrons reported multiple sightings of spectral entities throughout the hotel. This claim was corroborated through substantial video evidence. Special Investigation Team Charlie-14 ("Spooky Sleuths") was dispatched to assess the situation. UPDATE: Investigation Report Temporary containment protocols were immediately established and SIT Charlie-14 members Cameron Monroe and Jerry Williams arrived to investigate SCP-5570. A brief interview was conducted prior to the initiation of the investigation. ● Interview Log ● ○ Interview Log ○ Interviewer: Investigative Agent Cameron Monroe Interviewed: James Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Monroe: Okay, Mr. Stevens, I just have a few standard questions to ask you before we begin our actual investigation. Are you ready to begin? Stevens: Yeah, I'm ready, ask away. Monroe: Great. Your family consists of you, your wife Evelyn, and your son Michael, is that correct? Stevens: Mike, his name's Mike; but yes, that's correct. Monroe: And you've owned this property for six months? Stevens: Yes, though we just opened the hotel last month. Monroe: Any information you can give me on the former owners? Stevens: Her name was, Madam Creon, I think. The realtor told us she ran one of those psychic readings businesses. Supposedly she was the real deal, did a bunch séances for people in the area. We even have a bunch of stuff she left in the basement of the hotel. You think that could have to do with everything going on? Monroe: It's possible, but as I said these are just standard questions. Stevens: Of course, I'm just, I'm at the end of my rope here. We spent months doing nothing but prepping to open and right after we do, all this starts. Monroe: So have you and your family witnessed these… phenomena, or just your customers? Stevens: My son was the first to see the ghosts. As you can guess, we didn't believe him at first. We thought he was just trying to get attention, because we've been so busy with getting ready for the opening. It wasn't until our first customers and my wife saw it, that's when I thought it could be more than Mike's vivid imagination. Monroe: And have you yourself seen these… ghosts. Stevens: Yes, I have– a few times now. Well– I've seen one, but I've heard them plenty. Monroe: If you had to ballpark it, how many sightings, both auditory and visual, do you think you've had? Stevens: Oh geez, I'd have to say a couple dozen in the last six months. It's gotten worse, I'm having people check out halfway through their first night, demanding a refund. I'm two months behind on the mortgage, if we don't figure this out, I just don't know what we'll do. Monroe: Understandable, your situation is not one many would envy, but hopefully, we're able to help. Just two more questions, Mr. Stevens. Have entities had any physical contact with your family or guests? Or any unexplained injuries? Stevens: No, none that I'm aware of– knock on wood. Monroe: And last but not least, are there any areas where the activity is especially high? Stevens: The main house hasn't had any activity. The hotel is where it all happens, I can't say any one room in particular. Monroe: Okay, Mr. Stevens, I think that's just about it. I'd like for you and your family to remain here in the main house while we conduct our preliminary investigation of the hotel. [END LOG] Following the interview, the Agents entered the hotel to begin their investigation. ● Video Log ● ○ Video Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] CAMERA ONE [ The camera activates. Agents Williams and Monroe are standing in front of a flight of stairs.] Monroe: Alright good, coms are working, camera's online. Let's get moving. You take the first floor; I'll take the second. Williams: What's the plan when we find what we're looking for? Monroe: I know this is your first case in the field but if you run into trouble do not try and rush in yourself. We're just here to investigate, we're not the ghostbusters. Williams: You got it, boss. Monroe: Do a full sweep and we'll meet back here to search the basement. Williams: Okay sound li– [Agent Williams is interrupted by three loud knocks on the ceiling above.] Unknown: Leave now, leave now, leave now! Williams: Shit, boss, sure does sound like the real deal. Monroe: Just stick to the plan, okay. [Agent Monroe begins walking up the stairs.] Monroe: Second-floor landing is clear, EMF and GAD3 aren't picking up any activity. Williams: Same down here, continuing to the main hall. [Agent Monroe enters the main hall on the second floor. 12 doors can be seen, each with a light fixture next to it. Monroe opens the nearest door and enters.] Monroe: The GAD is reading a 10° drop in temperature in Room 13. [Monroe paces through the room, frequently checking his equipment. As Agent Monroe walks towards the window he lets out an exaggerated sigh.] Monroe: False positive on the temp drop, the damn window's open. Williams: Copy that. Room one and two are clear down here. [Agent Monroe slams the window shut, as he turns around, he stumbles backward.] Monroe: Christ! [Standing in front of Agent Monroe is a pale-white spectral entity with the appearance of a middle-aged woman, in a flowing Victorian-era dress.] Williams: What's going on? Spectral Women: Leave now! You're gonna ruin everything! [Agent Monroe removes his salted-iron baton, and swings it through the entity, to no effect.] Spectral Women: I'm a ghost– you can't hurt me! Leave now, leave now, leave now! [Agent Monroe runs through the entity and exits the room, slamming the door behind him.] Monroe: Iron had no effect, be advised. Williams: I'm coming up. Monroe: Not necessary— finish your sweep. [Banging can be heard from the door behind Agent Monroe. He turns around to face the door; it does not move as the banging continues.] Monroe: Something's not right he– [The lights in the main hall beginning to flicker.] CAMERA TWO Williams: Hey, uh, the lights doing that up there? Monroe: Yes. I don't understand why our equipment isn't picking up any activity. Williams: I keep hearing this wei– [Williams is cut off by a loud croaking noise. He spins around to see a small black-eyed boy of Asian descent.] Williams: What the fu– it’s that kid! The one from the movie, why would– Child Entity: Leave now, leave! Why won't you leave! Monroe: What's going on, Williams? Williams: It's right in front of me. I'm gonna back– Child Entity: Leave, leave, leave! Or I'll, uh, kill you– and eat your brains! [The child begins to bleed from its eyes before letting out a shriek. William turns and runs down the hall; dozens spectral hands reach from the wall in an attempt to grasp the running Agent.] Monroe: Let's regroup. Williams: Copy that. [Williams is crouched in the stairway trying to catch his breath as Monroe descends the stairs.] Monroe: Something's not right here. We've got ghosts, with no actual evidence of there being ghosts— no ectoplasm, no EMF readings, nothing. Not to mention this hotel was built in the '70s, why are there Victorian-era ghosts here? It doesn't add up. Williams: At least you got that, I had to run from grudge boy. Monroe: Fair enough. [Agent Monroe begins adjusting his equipment.] Williams: Are we gonna call this in? I mean, it's clearly haunted, right? Monroe: I don't know. But, there we go, I think something else is going on. [Agent Monroe is pointing the GAD'S screen in each direction.] Williams: What're you– Monroe: Got it! Thermal imaging is picking up something in the basement. Williams: A cold spot? It could be another window. Monroe: No, a hotspot, something alive is down there. Let's go pay it a visit. Williams: But you said– Monroe: Listen, kid, you're gonna have to trust me on this. I got a feeling. Williams: Yeah, I got a feeling too, like I'm gonna shit myself if I have to run from any more ghosts. [The two Agents make their way to the basement door; a dim light can be seen in the crevice underneath.] Monroe: See. That was off when we first got here. Something is down there. Williams: Don't doubt you there, boss. I just don't think I want to kn– [Several spectral entities appear between the door and the Agents. They begin to screech and yell in unison.] Spectral Entities: You can't go there, leave! Monroe: Follow my lead, Williams. [The two Agents walk through the entities, the camera blurring as they pass through each one.] Spectral Entities: No, no, no! You're not– You're supposed to run away! Monroe: We're getting to the bottom of this. Spectral Entities: No! [Indistinguishable] it's not fair! [Agent Williams swings open the door and is met by a floating bulbous, semi-transparent entity.] Bulbous Entity: Oh boy, we should listen to these guys and scram. Come on! [The Agents walk through the floating entity.] Williams: I don't think so Casper. Monroe: Eyes sharp, kid. [The camera pans around the basement stopping on an illuminated blanket tent in the corner of the room. The women in white appears between the agents and the tent.] Spectral Women: No you can't! Leave or die! Leave now… please? [The entity's words echo from the tent.] Monroe: Enough of this! [Monroe quickly walks through the women in white and rips the blanket upwards, revealing Mike Stevens. Agent Monroe grabs the boy by the back of the shirt, lifting him off the ground as a glowing glass sphere drops from his grip. Monroe holds him towards Agent Williams, whose mouth is agape.] Monroe: Here's our freakin' ghost! [Mike squirms in Agent Monroe's grip, to no avail.] Mike: Let go of me, you bully! I'll tell my mom the– Monroe: That's an excellent idea– let's go talk to your mother. [Agent Monroe throws the boy over his shoulder and gestures towards the crystal ball.] Monroe: Williams, bag that ball and call in for a Containment Unit. I'll handle the civilians. Williams: Oh, yeah– you got it, boss. [END LOG] Following the investigation, a cache of items belonging to the previous owner was recovered, along with a glowing glass sphere theorized to be the cause of the SCP-5570 phenomena. When questioned Mike Stevens admitted to using the anomaly in an attempt to garner attention from his parents. In response to Mike's behavior, the Stevens family arranged for their son to work part time as a greeter in their hotel. Mike Stevens was administered Class-D Amnestics to remove knowledge of the anomaly, and cover story "Ghosts-Busted" was enacted to explain the discontinuation of SCP-5570. Footnotes 1. James Stevens (M 35), Evelyn Stevens (F 37), and Mike Stevens (M 7). 2. 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SCP-5571 | safe | close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by Grigori Karpin Map presented towards the beginning of SCP-5571's run time. Special Containment Procedures METATRON.aic will track any further dissemination of SCP-5571 and insert Themis into any devices upon which the anomaly is stored. The AIC is also to monitor for any activity resembling SCP-5571 and alert MTF-Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) if found. A single copy of SCP-5571 is stored in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43, having been transferred via flash drive which was then destroyed to limit further contamination. Description SCP-5571 is a digital recording of the first season1 of the documentary series, American Backyard produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GOI-5889). The series focuses on both the natural wildlife and culture of a given area of the United States. SCP-5571 is comprised of five episodes focusing on the Appalachians, each approximately fifteen minutes in length. When SCP-5571 is played on a device, the video file is saved to the device’s hard drive and cannot be deleted.2 The file can be transferred from one device to another, but each device retains a copy. Additionally, watching SCP-5571 will plant a memetic compulsion with several layers.3 First, the subject will be compelled to share the video through social media or other means. Second, the subject’s ability to accept concepts without tangible, verifiable proof will be steadily eroded until the individual cannot accept even the most basic of tenets without said proof. This process takes approximately thirty minutes. Discovery: On 4 July, 2021, SCP-5571 was uploaded to YouTube on various channels that did not have an existing connection with GOI-5889. Within an hour of the uploads, thousands of posts on forums and social media shared links to the video. Within ten hours, the video had been viewed upwards of two hundred thousand times. The Foundation was informed of the matter when Parawatch forum posts began discussing the anomaly. MTF-Kappa-43 were mobilized from Site-43 to secure servers storing the file. Given the wide-reaching scope of the danger to normalcy represented by this discovery, Director McInnis requested assistance from the AIAD. In the following twenty-seven hours, another 2.5 million devices had been infected with the anomaly. Furthermore, the secondary anomalous effects began impacting societal function throughout the United States and Canada. Subjects that had viewed the anomaly were incapable of accepting any premise or fact without tangible proof. This affected the very machinery of society in many ways, most notably the following: Employees stopped appearing for work without physical reassurance of payment by employers; Legislators affected refused to agree on any aspect of proposed legislation without tangible proof of the benefits, causing turmoil between affected and nonaffected individuals; Members of the police force affected refused to enforce laws without tangible proof that those laws protected the citizenry. In addition, conspiracy boards and discussion groups on social media saw a steep decline in activity. Notably, sharing of material associated with Qanon dropped to an imperceptible level. Thirty-six hours after the anomaly was uploaded, AIAD – along with assistance from Dr. Lillihammer and her team of memeticists – had successfully developed a virus to counteract the anomaly. The virus, designated Themis, would ride the signal of the anomaly’s spread through digital channels and insert code into each device that stored a copy of the file. The virus had two effects: a) it would deceive the operating system of a device containing a copy of SCP-5571 into not recognizing the file, such that the file would not be visible or watchable; b) a memetic agent would be inserted into the hard drive that counteracted the compulsion and removed the anomalous effect on the subject’s ability to accept premises without tangible proof. Themis proved to be successful in completely counteracting the anomalous effects of SCP-5571. Thus, even though several million copies of the file were stored on numerous devices, the anomaly no longer posed a threat to normalcy. Addendum 5571-1: Transcript of SCP-5571’s Contents4 The following is a transcript of all five episodes of SCP-5571. The series is hosted by Herbacious Willoughby, a female humanoid entity who is estimated to be 2.9 meters tall but otherwise non-anomalous. ► Transcript of Episode One ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode One [The words “American Backyard” are imposed upon a black screen and then fade out. The opening shot is of a forested mountain trail. The camera appears to be held by an individual as they walk along the trail. Herbacious Willoughby’s voice is heard overlaying the footage and is periodically emphasized by the sound of a violin.] Willoughby: Northeastern Pennsylvania, out in the woods it’s easy to forget that Philadelphia is close at hand. There’s no sign of human habitation other than the sound of my voice, it’s so peaceful. [A loud crashing through underbrush and trees occurs just off camera.] Willoughby: Well, it was. [A middle aged man in a denim jacket and ball cap steps into frame and turns to face the camera. Willoughby begins speaking.] Willoughby: Let me introduce William “Skeet” McKenzie, a local wildlife expert. Having explored these woods for the past three decades, he’s volunteered to guide us for today’s episode. McKenzie: I spent damn near three days outta seven out here for my whole life, there’s nothing out here I’ve not seen. Willoughby: Well, Skeet, what’s some of the highlights of the local fauna. McKenzie: You got deer, cougars, raccoons, all the normal shit you see all over the country. But that’s just the surface level. Willoughby: We’ve heard of a rare sight out this way, a local legend. Could you tell us about that? McKenzie: Oh, shit, you mean the squonk? Ain’t no legend, no conspiracy, that’s real as I am standing in front of you. I seen it two, three times in the last year. Willoughby: What are some of the characteristics of the squonk? McKenzie: Mostly, it’s just ugly as sin. But that’s not the problem. The problem is the government. Willoughby: Oh? Have some laws made the squonk’s territory harder to sustain? Like lack of environmental regulations? McKenzie: What? Hell no, there’s already too much goddamn regulation. That ain’t how this country was founded. We hacked and bled and died to make this country our own, liberated from them English fellas. We didn’t do it for no regulations. You take them gun laws? What the hell that about? I can’t own whatever gun I want? Where’s it say that in the Constitution, huh? Willoughby: Uh well maybe– McKenzie: That’s right, nowhere. Big government, that’s the real problem out here. Taxes, and laws, and fucking affirmative action. That’s the conspiracy! Willoughby: Could we– McKenzie: And I’ll tell you another thing, we can’t even have an honest election no more. Them lefties gone and stole this election from the greatest man I ever had the privilege of voting for… and what can we do about it? Absolutely fuck all. Responsible citizens oughta speak their mind, stand up and be counted. Things is coming to head in this country, I tell you what. Willoughby: I’d rather you tell me about the– McKenzie: ‘Course you can’t even speak your mind without offending some idiot got themselves a fancy degree. In my day, you got to speak your mind and if someone don’t like it, well then too bad. Those bastards in Washington ‘bout ready to make it illegal to offend someone. [McKenzie spits. He’s breathing hard and is slightly red as if from exertion.] Willoughby: Could we come back to that later? Tell me about the squonk, after all that’s why you’re on the show. McKenzie: I’m trying to tell you ‘bout the real woes of the working man in this country, and all you wanna do is talk about that ugly critter? Willoughby: Yes. McKenzie: Shit, fine. Thing walks around on four legs, got a long ass rat tail, looks like an armadillo been shucked of its shell– Willoughby: Armadillos don’t have sh– McKenzie: I tell ya how ugly it is yet? Damn thing is covered in boils, like it’s got leprosy or something. Stinks too. Willoughby: Any chance we could see it today? McKenzie: Doubt it, thing’s awfully squirrelly around cameras. You know, my buddy Eustace caught a helluva picture of it bout a week into January this year… hold on, lemme look for it. Almost never out without Eustace, we’ve been hunting these woods forever. Now there’s an American, if you know what I mean. [McKenzie begins searching through his smart phone.] McKenzie: Goddamn thing, ain’t half so smart as it is just plain ornery. Can’t find an app that’ll replace good ol’ fashioned human connection, ya hear? Where is that picture? [McKenzie searches through his phone for another minute, cursing to himself.] Willoughby: Well, perhaps you could send it to my producer. McKenzie: Fuck it, I can’t find it. Helluva picture though. Willoughby: So, where was the squonk seen? Maybe we could go there? McKenzie: Ah hell, I don’t know. Willoughby: Sorry, what? McKenzie: I wasn’t with Eustace. Willoughby: But I thought you said… McKenzie: I was… out of town from January 5th to the 8th… ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Two ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Two [Scene opens on a shot of wilderness lit by afternoon sunlight streaming through dense foilage. Willoughby walks on camera, which has to zoom out to catch her whole height in the shot.] Willoughby: Here in West Virginia, the forest can get quite unruly. Outside of city centers, this region is dense with trees as you can see behind me. In many ways, parts of the region appear as untouched as they were before the colonists came from Europe to wipe out the native peoples and take this land for themselves. [Behind Willoughby, there is movement visible through the trees. It is unclear what is causing the motion but flashes of gray can be seen.] Willoughby: The natural fauna in this area is diverse, although not as diverse as it was four centuries ago. But what are you gonna do? [Movement in the foliage behind Willoughby intensifies and a shrill call is made from the trees.] Willoughby: And here comes one of those diverse creatures right now, we’re in luck. [Willoughby turns and looks towards the rustling trees and bushes. The camera moves to the side and zooms in to frame the movement. Suddenly, a large entity emerges from the trees and screams. It is approximately two meters in height with large wings similar to those of members of the lepidoptera order. The entity is vaguely humanoid with clawed appendages instead of hands and feet. The head also resembles that of species within the order lepidoptera.] Willoughby: Ah, the dreaded and mysterious Mothman. He roams up and down the central areas of the Appalachia, keeping to West Virginia. Usually he’s camera shy, but today is our lucky day. Oh look, he’s curious. [The entity begins a cautious approach towards the camera. It cocks its head to the side and emits another shrill sound. The entity’s eyes begin glowing a bright red.] Willoughby: No, that’s not it at all. We’re not “stalking” you. We’re filmmakers, trying to make something of educational value. [Another shrill sound, followed by a trilling call.] Willoughby: I agree, education is incredibly important. [The trilling gets louder.] Willoughby: Montessori, really? I had heard it was controversial. I don’t have children myself. I’d say my career was too important but honestly, I just never wanted them. [A series of chirps interrupts the trilling.] Willoughby: We started this project out of a sense of responsibility. There used to be actual documentaries being produced for television, of a historical or natural focus. But these days, it’s all sensationalist or reality TV. [The trilling continues but varies in frequency.] Willoughby: I know, it’s shameful. But entertainment is the only coin those channels care about anymore. [The entity makes a clicking sound.] Willoughby: Oh, 100% independent. We’re thinking of releasing it on YouTube, get some attention for our documentary division. [The entity ceases the trilling and makes another shrill sound, then flies away.] Willoughby: Thanks for the help! Give your wife my best! ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Three ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Three [Scene opens on a shot of a clear night sky. The camera pans down to frame Willoughby staring up at the moon. She is joined by another individual, a young woman wearing a head bandage. Overlaid at the bottom of the screen are the words “Marian MacPhaerson – Producer.” The scene begins mid conversation.] MacPhaerson: …but we know they exist right? Willoughby: I’m not saying they don’t exist at all… [Sighs.] Okay, lemme tell you a story. [Willoughby turns and looks at MacPhaerson.] Willoughby: In 1955, a group of adults and children appeared at a local Hopkinsville police station in a panic. They claimed they had been in a pitched battle on their farmstead with aliens from outer space. [Willoughby looks up at the stars again.] Willoughby: They reported heights varying from two feet to four feet, with claw-like hands, eyes that glowed yellow, thin upper and lower extremities, and large pointed ears. MacPhaerson: See, now that’s a believable report! What did the police do? Willoughby: They investigated the farmhouse, finding evidence of significant gunfire within the home aiming outwards. But no blood or bodies were found. The people who complained were ignored and then they disappeared overnight. Their neighbors claimed that the family packed up their belongings and left without another word, having seen the creatures return during the night. They were never heard from again. MacPhaerson: That’s awfully suspicious. [Willoughby sighs.] Willoughby: In the coming weeks of media attention, the color green was added to the reports, and this is the beginning of the moniker of “little green men” for aliens. Reports continued in Kentucky for decades, changing in shape and tone but frequently featuring the strangely lit eyes and the attempt to break into homes. Of course, this was often followed by reports of gunfire and violence. [Willoughby stops speaking and just gazes at the night sky.] MacPhaerson: I don’t know, Herb… that sure sounds convincing. [Willoughby rubs her temples.] Willoughby: No, listen. Seventy years later, and we have still have no evidence. What did those people see? What is the threat from the stars? MacPhaerson: Pretty convinced they saw aliens. [Willoughby turns to the camera, her eyes narrowing.] Willoughby: The saw absolutely nothing! Those people were drunk, saw some horned owls and shot the shit outta their living room. They tried to make an excuse out of embarrassment, delusion, or both. It just goes to show you, in a world full of racial and economic injustice, the average Kentuckian landowner would rather unload their guns at some owls and think it was aliens then face up to the real problems in the world. [Willoughby turns from the camera and her producer and walks away.] Willoughby: Grow the fuck up, Kentucky! ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Four ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Four [Scene opens on roadside general store and gas station. The exterior of the run-down building is populated with numerous representations of a large, hairy humanoid. Willoughby stands with two middle aged men.] Willoughby: Let me introduce Kevin Greene and Robert “Whitey” Cooper. These two are the authority in Southern Appalachian wildlife. Go ahead, gentlemen, tell the folks at home what you were telling me. Cooper: Well, it’s like I was saying, media’d have you believe the only place they been seen is the Pacific Northwest, but that’s hogwash. Greene: Yeah, there’s been sightings round these parts for the last sixty years. But, y’all the first film crew ever come looking down here. I musta sent a dozen letters to the fellas at the National Geographic, ain’t got a response yet. But Whitey’ll tell ya, we got them hairy bastards right here in Tennessee! Willoughby: Is that right, Mr. Cooper? Have you seen the animal with your own eyes? Cooper: Hells yes I have, ten times at least. I’ll tell you something else, ain’t just one of ‘em neither. Gotta be a whole tribe of the fuckers. Greene: Almost winged one of the suckers too. Cooper: Yeah, had em in my sights but damn thing moved at the last moment. Found some blood though, but I couldn’t track it. Swear to god, that ape like thing just vanished. Willoughby: Why do you think photographic evidence has been so evasive? Cooper: It ain’t evasive, darling. Damn things photograph as well as you or me. You wanna know why the scientific world ain’t crowding in around Jackson Hollow, trying to bag one of these furry boys? Willoughby: Why, Whitey? Cooper: The liberal goddamn media! They know it, they just don’t want anyone else to know it. Scientists are in on it with em! They’ll bend your ear about evolution and horseshit global warming, but you wanna show em a goddamn real specimen, clear as day, and they ain’t interested! “Urban legend” says they. “Ain’t no appreciable proof” says they. Horseshit. Willoughby: Why would the media want to hide such an amazing find? Think of the coverage! It would be a sensation. Greene: Now, you seem a right smart gal, and pleasant to boot, if freakishly tall. So I don’t mean no disrespect, mind you… but the media is full of pedophiles and bumboys, all interested in keeping the honest American in the dark so they can sell us smart phones and electric cars. I drive a diesel, and I ain’t never driving no electric fucking car. Willoughby: Right… Greene: Hey, you wanna let us take you out there? We might could find one and get that footage out. Spread the word that Bigfoot is alive and well in Eastern Tennessee. [Scene fades to black. The words “Later that day.” appear in white and then fade as the scene opens on wilderness. Cooper and Greene are cutting through underbrush in a dense forest. Willoughby follows several feet behind them.] Cooper: Now your everyday Bigfoot ain’t a small bastard, they gotta be seven, maybe eight foot. And packed with muscle. We talking missing link here, still existing in these here woods. Willoughby: And you’ve observed them several times, you said? What are they like? Cooper: Dead quiet. Like a goddamn ninja in one of them eastern movies. But they ain’t that scary, more scared of you than you is of them. Greene: Mostly eat plants and what not, but some hunting. Willoughby: They use tools? Greene: Hells yes they do. Smart mothers, for all them lacking social graces and culture and what not. Willoughby: Well, the usage of tools implies culture in an anthropological sense. Greene: You know what I mean… they ain’t like us. Bigfoot ain’t putting on his Sunday best and going to church, you know? Savages. Cooper: If’n they got culture, what they hell they doing living in the woods like beasts? Nah, Ms. Willoughby, they’re animals. You give a chimp a tool and he’ll know what to do, doesn’t mean he knows the Pledge of Allegiance. Greene: Need to be quiet from here on out, don’t wanna scare ‘em off. [What follows is a montage of the trio cutting through dense foliage and hiking along the edge of a forested ravine. Cooper holds up a fist, and then points down into the ravine. The camera zooms in and sees a small figure, barely visible within the entrance of a cave mostly shrouded by foliage.] Cooper: [Whispering.] Got ‘em. [Suddenly a loud roar is heard from across the ravine. Cooper and Greene freeze, both gripping hunting rifles tightly as they search for the source of the sound.] Willoughby: What’s happening? Greene: [Strained whispering.] Jesus, be quiet! [The foliage nearby Cooper and Greene splits to reveal a tall furry humanoid. Both raise their rifles but two hairy arms reach out and rip the weapons from the men. Both start screaming and run back beyond the view of the camera.] Cooper: RUN! [The camera turns to watch the two run from the edge of the ravine back the way they had come. The sound of metal and wood breaking overtakes the screaming. A shower of debris is thrown from off camera towards the retreating men, seemingly the remains of the two rifles. The camera turns back and catches a large furry humanoid approaching Willoughby.] Unknown: I swear, those two are cowardly little shits. Willoughby: You’d run into them before? Unknown: Oh yes, they gave me this! [The entity parts his fur to reveal a shallow six centimeter scar along his side.] Unknown: They got no problems with shooting a stranger in the woods without warning, figured they’d like a taste of it in return. They’re always out here, loudly discussing their echo chamber philosophies and reiterating some nonsense they read online. Night sky above, if I had to hear another speech about states’ rights or the liberal Hollywood agenda, I’d have murdered those two. [The humanoid turns to look out after the fleeing hunters. He shakes his head.] Willoughby: I don’t want to ruin this opportunity, could you tell me a little about yourself? Unknown: Oh, sure. What did you want to know? Willoughby: To start with, what do you call yourselves? “Bigfoot” is rather ridiculous. [The entity chuckles lightly.] Unknown: We used to call ourselves something different but some big magic whatsit back in the day messed that up and y’all forgot about us. Now, it’s just the “people.” Willoughby: Interesting, some human cultures have named themselves similarly. Well, what’s your culture like? What about family structures? [The entity leans on a tree and crosses its arms across its chest, smiling.] Unknown: Well, we live in small groups, surviving. And our culture is similar to others, we have art and music, just like you, but we’re more active at night. What about you, what do you like to do at night? Willoughby: Usually a nice pot of tea and a book, or a little brandy goes a long way. I’m old fashioned like that. So, tell me about mating patterns. Unknown: [Laughing.] Well, we like to fool around just like anyone else. Find an intelligent species – or even not so intelligent – and ask them not to procreate, and you’re in for a surprise. Willoughby: Sorry for the strange questions, it’s just there’s not a lot of evidence about your people. Unknown: I don’t mind. Willoughby: Okay great! So, do you mate for life or serial monogamy or ….? Unknown: No, we raise our children as a community, there’s no need for romantic partnership structures. We’re pretty freewheeling, if you get what I mean. Willoughby: I do, I do! So, what form do courting rituals take? Are there typical practices? [The entity leans towards where Willoughby is standing.] Unknown: It’s all fairly relaxed. For example, now that you mention it… Willoughby: Oh… oh! No, I think you misunderstood. I have a scientific interest, not a personal one. [Willoughby backs up and raises both hands, palm towards the entity.] Unknown: Ah fuck. I’m sorry… you’re just so tall, and I thought you were flirting with me. Willoughby: What does my height have to do with anything? Unknown: I guess I just got my wires crossed. I’m sorry. [Willoughby is silent for thirty seconds.] Unknown: I’ve gone and ruined it, haven’t I? Willoughby: Well, it’s a touch awkward, I will say. Unknown: I’m good. I thought you were… anyway, no worries. Actually, lots to do what with moving camp so I should probably get going. Um… be seeing you. Willoughby: Well… ok. Thanks for talking with us! [The entity walks away from Willoughby and the camera. She too turns to walk away but then remembers something and turns back.] Willoughby: Oh, wait! I forgot to ask, why hasn’t there ever been any evidence of your kind after all the searching people do? Unknown: It’s a conspiracy! [The entity waves without turning back and the credits roll.] ◄ Close File ► ► Transcript of Episode Five ◄ ◄ Close File ► Episode Five [The words “Walker County, Alabama” appear overlaid on a black screen before the scene opens on a small town meeting house filled with several dozen individuals. The camera zooms in on the man behind a podium on stage. The words “Jacob Riordan – local business owner” are overlaid on the screen. Willoughby begins a voiceover.] Willoughby: We’ve explored the wilds of the Appalachians from Pennsylvania to Alabama in this series, but tonight as a special finale, we’ll be examining the most dangerous animal to live in the region. Responsible for more death and destruction than any other. [Riordan’s voice fades in, mid-speech.] Riordan: And I for one am sick of this thing terrorizing us. We’ve had attacks for years, and I’m not going to take it anymore. Your children and wives aren’t safe. Your property ain’t safe. This thing has killed dogs, too. Our parent’s didn’t fight in WWII and Korea and Vietnam so that we could shiver in the dark and hope the next one to be attacked wasn’t us. This is America, goddamnit! We have rights! We don’t understand this thing and we ain’t gonna let it terrorize us no more! [Riordan slams the podium. The camera zooms out to see Willoughby seated in the back row of the meeting house.] Riordan: I want each and every one of you to go home, gather up your weapons, kiss your children and your wives, and say a prayer for our success. We meet back here in an hour and we’re killing this abomination tonight! Praise the Lord! Time to hunt! [While the crowd slowly filters out of the hall, the camera centers on Riordan again. He is sweaty and overweight, dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief. The camera cuts to frame Willoughby in profile. She looks at the camera out of the side of her eye and winks.] Willoughby: Told you. ◄ Close File ► Footnotes 1. And as of writing, the only season. 2. The only way of neutralizing the file appears to be the destruction of the hard drive it is stored on. 3. Memetic filters developed at Site-19’s laboratories have proven to be effective in counteracting this compulsion. 4. 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SCP-5572 | esoteric-class | Co-written by Ralliston and Trotskyeet ► Ralliston's Authorpage ► Trotskyeet's Authorpage Image Sources: The Site-120 logo used in the header was created by EstrellaYoshte for the purpose of all articles regarding such. Please check out more of their absolutely stellar work here. Name of the file: grave Source: link License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Author: Tim Evanson Name of the file: Terminal.svg Source: link License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Dr Moned. [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE SITE-120 DIRECTOR COUNCIL Following recent events, the following file is currently pending reclassifications and may fail to represent current reality. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5572 Item#: 5572 Level4 Secondary Class: terminal Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo The Grave of Agent Surratt, and the source of SCP-5572's discovery. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at Site-120 are currently creating materials directed at civilians, exhorting to bury their loved ones with SCP-5572 prevention methods in mind. Should Overwatch Command receive the "supplies needed" signal however, this campaign is to be withdrawn for as long as the signal is ongoing. Due to SCP-5572-1's possible use in containing otherworldly threats to humanity, should at any point the connection between Agent Surratt and Overwatch Command be lost, members of MTF Omega-1 ("Fire And Brimstone") implemented with the same communication methods are to be immediately euthanized and ordered to re-establish contact between Surratt and the Foundation. Description: SCP-5572 is an afterlife phenomenon manifesting when currently unspecified characteristics are met; it is only certain that one of the triggers for an SCP-5572 activation event to occur is the lack of the phrase "Rest in Peace"1 written within the proximity of an individual's burial site. The corpse of an individual previously buried within such a site is transported to a previously unknown reality, disconnected from baseline with no other means of access, hereby referred to as SCP-5572-PRIME. As such, it has been classified as a Terminal-class anomaly.2 SCP-5572-1 is the group designation for all corpses transported to SCP-5572-PRIME. Upon arrival in SCP-5572-PRIME, all corpses regain their consciousness. Discovery: SCP-5572 was discovered on 24/07/2003, following the burial of Foundation Agent Marie Surratt. Surveillance technology3 started broadcasting a "compromised" signal out following her death without an apparent source. Although no source was located, via the usage of Site-120's Ra.aic, a one-way video contact with the technology was able to be established, detailed in the following log: <Begin log> As the camera feed connects, it reveals Agent Surratt is falling through a large, volcanic cavern. As she descends, more of the location becomes clear — the entirety of it appears to be an enormous cavern, around 300 meters in height and an unknown length and width filled with gigantic stalagmites, stalactites, rocks, and rivers of lava. As she stretches her hands outwards, Surratt notices she is currently a skeleton, wearing a suit that displays mild amounts of decomposition.4 The skeletal system is held together by an unknown force. She screams, despite possessing none of the required organs to do so. The camera moves frantically due to Surratt's panic, revealing the field below her, within which a large group of unidentified humanoids is located. Extremely loud sounds are coming from around them. Although Surratt attempts to vocalize cohesively, due to the speed she falls at, none of the words are able to be heard. The falling speed increases. As she falls down, the camera focuses on a large volcano located on the left side of the field. From within it, increasing amounts of what appears to be numerous deformed Tartarean entities are coming down. Although their sizes vary, most are relatively small, with only a few larger ones bearing large weaponry being present. The entities all possess red skin and horns. They move towards the second group on the battlefield, which appears to be entirely made from approximately 100,000 skeletons. All of them possess weaponry ranging from primitive to contemporary; swords, clubs, muskets, guns, to rocket launchers. Several battle standards such as the war flag of the Mughal Empire, the Naval Jack of the United States of America, and the flag of the Republic of the Rio Grande can be seen. Skeletal horses, broken-down tanks, and cannons can be seen sporadically throughout the battlefield. Situated in the center of the battlefield, there appears to be an enormous tank, currently firing at the larger demons. Surratt is falling directly towards it. As Surratt is about to hit the vehicle, a flying Tartarean entity picks her up, moving her towards the demons' line of battle. However, as she is about to move away from the tank, the entity carrying her explodes as a maniacal laugh and previously unseen smoke fills the air around it. Surratt moves frantically, trying to gain her bearings. As the smoke clears around her, Surratt finds herself on top of the previously seen tank. From atop it, an obese skeleton, further referred to as SCP-5572-1-A, furiously waves its arms. It wears tattered World War II American Army clothing, clenching a lit cigarette in between its teeth as it points towards the enemy line. It does not register her presence. As it vocalizes "Fire!", the tank's cannon fires, violently moving the entire tank back and blasting a group of entities in the distance. Surratt: Wh… wha— SCP-5572-1-A: FRANCIS, YOU AND YOUR MEN GET THAT BIGGUN OVER THERE, YUN AND ALAN REINFORCE THE EAST FLANK, IT'S DAMN NEAR READY TO BURST. A skeletal horse leaps over the side of the tank at a gallop, causing Surrat to stumble in fright. Near her, a small group of skeletons wearing plate armor starts running towards a large, bull-like Tartarean entity that meets their charge with its own. Getting up, Surrat attempts to track the group, yet as numerous skeletons rush past her, she quickly loses sight of the party. SCP-5572-1-A turns towards Surratt. SCP-5572-1-A: FINALLY, WE GET SOME GODDAMNED REINFORCEMENTS. As the entity walks towards Surratt, unidentified music can be heard playing from an unknown source near them. The obese skeleton extends a hand to Surratt, blowing out smoke from the cigarette through unknown means. Surrat accepts the gesture, slowly standing up from the ground; as she does so, a large explosion occurs, blowing numerous other skeletons into pieces, which fall onto her, SCP-5572-1-A, and surrounding skeletons. Surratt panics, brushing the bones off her frame. SCP-5572-1-A: DAMMIT, THERE GOES ALAN. SAM, GO GET ME ANOTHER CIGAR. A smaller skeleton nods, and jumps down the tank's hatch. Surratt: What the hell is going on?! Where the hell am I?! Surrat attempts to look around within the chaotic battlefield, a loud klaxon bell wails, causing her to flinch. A small Tarterean entity has clambered onto the tank, a serrated dagger in each hand. It makes eye contact with Agent Surratt. Surratt: Oh fuck. Hearing Surratt, SCP-5572-1-A turns towards the entity, and pulls a flintlock pistol from its jacket. It levels the gun at the entity, its hands shaking slightly. The entity begins to charge. SCP-5572-1-A fires, blowing a hole in the head of the entity, which slumps and falls over the side of the tank. SCP-5572-1-A heavily slaps Surratt on her back, and smiles, showcasing several crude golden teeth. The entity looks directly into Surratt's eyes. Within one of its eye sockets, a golden coin flickers. SCP-5572-1-A: YOU GOT ONE THING RIGHT, HELL IS GOING ON, AND YOU'RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. WELCOME TO THE BONE BATTALION, MAGGOT. As SCP-5572-1-A maniacally laughs, the feed disconnects. <End log> Addendum 5572-1: The following is a list of most logs received from Agent Surratt meaningfully describing SCP-5572-PRIME and associated phenomena. <Begin log> The feed connects again, revealing the large tank from before. The machine, on which both Surratt and SCP-5572-1-A sit, is slowly moving towards a large, gray building visible on the horizon. Around the tank, numerous groups of other skeletons can be seen marching in loose formation. Organization of the entities appears to be in squads of four to ten. Similar to weapons, the armor of the skeletons varies wildly, from animal hides to Army Combat Uniforms. As Surratt attempts to scan the area around her again, the camera focuses on the background, revealing that the location she is currently in is a large basin, with similar characteristics to the prior location. The only difference being the existence of crude housings present around the previously mentioned gray building. After two minutes of looking at the location, Surratt turns to SCP-5572-1-A, who is sitting atop the tank, on her left holding binoculars to their eye sockets. Surratt: Can I please be told what's going on h— SCP-5572-1-A: Quiet. You see that there? Surratt looks in the direction SCP-5572-1-A is pointing, but is unable to see anything. SCP-5572-1-A: Whole swarm of harpies. They'll tear your bony body to pieces, then crush your skull with their talons. Last thing we need is them finding our base. Surratt quietly accepts the response, sitting at the tank for one more minute as the machine gets closer to the building. As the machine gets closer to it, said building reveals to be a large, stone fort, stylized after a medieval castle. It is mostly ruined, with only one, large tower not being taken by the damage. Around it, numerous crude attempts to reinforce the structure by wooden logs, scaffolding, and other housings can be seen. Around the entire castle, a river of lava surrounding it can be seen, with the only proper entry through it being a crude, wooden bridge between its two sides. From atop the walls, numerous other skeletons can be seen, surveying the perimeter. As the army reaches one side of the river, SCP-5572-1-A yells at the guards, and after a brief moment the barred gate to the castle opens. As the tank passes through the gate, it enters into a large courtyard, filled with barrels, crates, heavy weaponry, stools, campfires, beds, and tents. Numerous skeletons can be seen partaking in different activities; doing laundry, physical exercises, training with weaponry, conversing with other entities, and laying on crudely made beds and hammocks. Although most of the area is filled with such, the tank passes through ease onto the only unpopulated area within the location. On the walls surrounding the courtyard, skeletons start to appear, seemingly pointing others to the appearance of the tank. With the tank reaching the middle of the square, the vehicle stops. A large audience of bone entities can be seen around the machine and on the walls, clearly focused on SCP-5572-1-A, who stands down from the sitting position atop the tank and glances over the entire group. SCP-5572-1-A: I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT AFTER TWENTY LONG YEARS, WE HAVE TAKEN THE HILL. As the entity says so, all entities gathered here start to loudly cheer, with some of them beginning to hug and become visibly happier than before. SCP-5572-1-A: HOWEVER. The entire cheering stops. SCP-5572-1-A: EVERY GREAT BATTLE COMES WITH A PRICE. HERBERT HAD BEEN HERE SINCE THE SIXTH BATTLE OF THE ACHERON. HE WAS A GUIDING LIGHT TO MANY OF US, EVEN ME. TODAY HE WAS TAKEN BY A PACK OF THOSE TINY HORNED BASTARDS, LEAST HE WAS ABLE TO GET A COUPLE OF LICKS IN 'FORE THEY SHATTERED HIS SKULL. WE LOST MANY COMRADES TONIGHT. THEY FOUGHT WELL. All spectators suddenly become much less active. SCP-5572-1-A: BUT WE ALSO GOT SOME FRESH MEAT. NEWBIES, LINE UP IN FRONT. As the entity starts to laugh, it pulls out a cigar from its jacket's pocket, starting to light it. As it does so, a group of around 40 skeletons walks forward in the courtyard, showing themselves to everyone. SCP-5572-1-A motions for Surratt to join them, and she complies. Jumping down from the tank, SCP-5572-1-A walks back and forth along the line. SCP-5572-1-A: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO SOMEHOW STILL DON'T GET WHAT'S GOING ON — WELCOME TO HELL. IF YOU'RE HERE, IT MEANS YOUR FAMILY DIDN'T LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO PUT AN "R.I.P" ON YOUR GRAVESTONE. AND WE KNOW WHAT ETERNAL LAW SAYS FOR THOSE THAT DO NOT REST IN PEACE. The Crowd: No rest for the wicked. SCP-5572-1-A: PROBABLY SHOULD INTRODUCE MYSELF, MY GOD-GIVEN NAME'S RILEY CLAIRE, BORN 1895, LOUISIANA, DIED IN THE FORESTS OF BELLEAU WOOD 1918. FOLKS 'ROUND HERE CALL ME GENERAL BONE DADDY. One of the skeletal entities in the line chuckles, SCP-5572-1-A (henceforth referred to as Claire) turns towards it as it stops the speech. Claire: IS THERE AN ISSUE, RECRUIT? The entity vigorously shakes its head. After a pause of five seconds and a stare at it, Claire resumes walking. Claire: AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I SO RUDELY WAS INTERRUPTED, I OVERSEE THIS GOD FORSAKEN WASTELAND SO THAT YOU MORONS DON'T MURDER EACH OTHER IN AN ATTEMPT TO MURDER DEMONS. YES, THEY ARE ALSO HERE. SO'S SATAN. IT'S HELL FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT. Claire: WE FIGHT DEMONS. THAT'S WHAT WE DO. WHY? Two-second pause. Claire: WHEN I FIRST CAME HERE, THIS PLACE WAS A MESS, YOUR TIME HERE ONLY LASTED AS LONG AS YOU COULD RUN, DODGING THE SPIKES AND LAVA PITS. ON TOP OF THAT, THERE WAS ALSO EACH OTHER, LOOSE TRIBES PREYING ON NEW FOLK FOR SCRAPS LIKE DOGS, ALL WHILE DEMONS CLAWED AND STOMPED US. I UNITED ALL THE POOR FOLKS TRAPPED AGAINST THE REAL ENEMY, THE DEMONS. WE'VE SCORED A BIG VICTORY TODAY, BUT WE'RE NOT DONE. IT MAY TAKE MONTHS, IT MAY TAKE YEARS, BUT I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL I HAVE THE FUCKING HORNS OF GODDAMNED SATAN HIMSELF OVER MY FIREPLACE. Claire starts to laugh, putting his cigar in his mouth. Claire: NOW, DON'T YOU THINK IT WILL BE EASY. TAKING OVER THE LITERAL GODDAMNED HELL TAKES A TON OF WORK. ONE MIGHT EVEN SAY — A SKELETON. The entity starts to convulse in laughter. Claire: Ah geez, I crack myself up sometimes. BUT I'M NOT JOKING, THE ONLY WAY WE BEAT THOSE HORNED BASTARDS IS TOGETHER. The entity pulls a small knife from its jacket. Claire: NOW, YOU WILL RECEIVE A DESIGNATION, IT WILL COMPRISE OF A LETTER AND NUMBER. THIS WILL DETERMINE YOUR SQUAD. FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, THEY WILL BE YOUR NEW FAMILY. YOU WILL SLEEP, FIGHT, AND IF NEEDED, DIE TOGETHER. Claire steps towards the previously separated group, which starts to align in a line, as encouraged by the rest of the skeletons. As he does so, the general takes out a large knife from his jacket. Upon doing so, he walks towards the first in line and starts carving a large "A-12" on their skull. The entity screams and tries to put away the general's hand. Claire: Holding the recruit in his hand and shaking them: DID I HEAR A SQUEAK THERE?! Skeleton 1: Frantically touching the newly created scar: N-no…! Claire: GOOD. Claire continues doing the same to the rest of the group, including Surratt who is assigned the designation "F-18." This time, none of them oppose. As he finishes doing so, the general walks away from the group, stepping towards a gate in one of the walls leading towards the previously mentioned large tower. Claire: NOW GET TO YOUR QUARTERS SO YOU MIGHT GET TO KNOW YOUR COMPANIONS OF THE FOREVERLAND. As he finishes this sentence, he points directly at the group previously separated from the rest. Claire: SO, GET TO WORK. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU OLD SK— [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] Surratt can be seen walking within a stone corridor, presumed to be that of the previously seen castle. Although around it, numerous weapons, trophies, and paintings can be seen, most of it is in a poor state, with large chunks of the wall missing throughout. As she reaches the end of the corridor, she notices an opening within the right wall with "F-18" crudely painted over it. She enters through it, revealing an area of approximately 20 m², bearing resemblance to common barracks. It consists of two bunk beds, a table with cards and a bottle of whiskey on top of it, a small weapon's rack, and a piano, all within one room. Atop one of the beds, two other skeletons sit. One of them, the one on the top of the bed, is wearing worn 18th-century aristocratic clothing, whilst the one on top — an iron helmet and a medieval tunic. As Surratt enters into the room, both entities focus on her. Aristocratic Skeleton: Standing up from the bed and flattening its shirt: Hello there, fine lad— are you a lady? Can I call you a lady? It's… most difficult to know that, since, well— Wait, do I know you? Surratt: Yes, yes, I know. I know. The name's Marie Surratt. Or at least it was. When I was still alive, I mean. And no, you probably don't. The aristocratic skeleton offers her a handshake, which Surratt quickly accepts. Aristocratic Skeleton: Ludwig Beethoven, a pleasure to meet our newest squadmate. Surratt: Good to see humor hasn't gone dry in hell. Heh. Aristocratic Skeleton: Pardon? What do you… mean, exactly? Surratt: Well, you know, you saying you're Beethoven, and all? Beethoven: I… I do not exactly see why you find humor in me introducing myself, but to each their own. Surratt: You… you were serious…? Jesus Christ, this has been going on for far longer than I imagined. Surratt walks towards the weapon rack and picks up a small knife from it. As the camera focuses on the container, two polished swords and a rusty pipe can be seen laying atop it. Surratt: How'd you get this pipe? Can't imagine Hell has a sewer system. Beethoven: Well, the border between this world and the living is a bit flimsy, and things do fall through the cracks sometimes. We make do with humanity's scraps, I suppose. Surratt walks towards the second entity, and tries to sit on one of the free beds, flattening the mangled bedsheet. After finishing doing so, she puts away a pair of shoes that was previously sitting on the floor near the bed. She expressed disgust as she does so, and then turns towards the other being sitting atop the adjacent bed. Surratt: So, who are you? The helmet skeleton turns towards her, with its skull unnaturally doing so first and the rest of the body quickly following afterward. Helmet Skeleton: I am Björn Björnsson, son of Björn Björnsson, son of Björn Olefsson, son of Olef. I had been a warrior of the Vikings in my glory days. At the mere mention of my name children and men alike soiled themselves in terror. Like thunder, like water, like a force of nature itself I— Surratt: Alright, alright, I get the picture. What happened? Helmet Skeleton: On the day of my greatest challenge to come, on the day I would finally defeat the greatest enemy of my men with my burning swords and fury of gods themselves, I was betrayed! Betrayed by my own wife, stabbed in the back like some disgusting Brit! As I had been slain by the most treacherous way with no weapon in hand to showcase my heroics, I had been sent by the unjust gods to forever wander Helheim, with no light guiding me towards Valhalla. Beethoven: A shame to see all of us lose our might in the face of death. I was once like you too — powerful and young. Oh, how I miss performing, thousands ravenous for your talent. Surratt: I'm sure it was gr— As Surratt attempts to reply to Beethoven, she is interrupted by a ringing sound alongside a screaming coming from the corridor interrupts her. Unknown voice from the corridor: ALL COME DOWN TO THE CANTEEN. I REPEAT — ALL COME DOWN TO THE CANTEEN. The voice repeats over and over until it fades down the corridor. Surratt: What was that? Beethoven: It appears Claire is organizing another general meeting in the canteen. We would call it supper, except, well, we cannot eat. Björn: In case you haven't picked it up by now, Claire is quite insa— Beethoven: We talked about this, don't say that out loud or you'll end up like Nicolas. Surratt: Who the hell's Nicolas? Beethoven: You're better off not knowing, let's just say the General has little reservations on the use of rocket launchers. We should hurry, for there is not much time before he becomes angered at our lack of presence. The team starts to walk away from the room with Björn stopping for a moment to pick up the bottle of whiskey and sword from the weapon's rack with him. As they leave the room and enter the corridor, numerous other skeletons can be seen emerging from other rooms connected to it, congregating at one entrance. As they enter the main hall, the camera reveals a large, cafeteria-like room filled with numerous skeletons sitting and standing around Claire. Several tables with board games can be seen. Claire climbs up atop a riser, clapping his hands to get attention. Claire: Greetings, recruits. You might be wondering why I gathered you here. The audience starts to chatter among itself. Claire: Well, here's the point. I know it gets lonely around here, even I do. I know we have no body here. Hehehehehe, no-body. Get it?. A nervous chuckle can be heard from the audience. Claire: So, this is the first ever game night organized by this battalion. You can play cards and have giggles and shit here. I will allow it this time. An army marches on its entertainment or whatever. You are all good kids and deserve some good out of your miserable life here sometimes. A skeleton runs on stage and whispers at Claire. Claire: Now, as I've been told along with these games, you'll get some in-house entertainment tonight. This ain't the Ritz but it's the closest you can get down here. Give it up for Thaddeus and the Femur Gang! Claire jumps down, and four skeletons walk on stage carrying an acoustic guitar, xylophone, and fife. They begin to play a cover of Oasis' "Wonderwall". Beethoven: Jesus Christ, every time— Björn: Shut it, big shot, don't get your panties in a twist. Anyone want to play Monopoly? I call dibs on the thimble. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] As the feed reconnects, it reveals Surratt laying on one of the bunk beds, apparently sleeping. Although she does not possess lungs, her ribcage expands and contracts in regular intervals, as if she was breathing. In the room around her, Beethoven is sitting on the stool near the piano, apparently drawing something on a piece of paper. In the process, he silently whistles an unknown song, repeating numerous sections over and over. Björn can be seen sitting near the table, apparently playing some sort of card game with himself. Whether he actually understands its rules is unknown. As her "breathing" slows down, Surratt gets up from the bed, initially freezing in alarm as she scans her surroundings, but visibly relaxes after three seconds. Surratt yawns. Surratt: Gooood mor— wait. Did I just… sleep? As a skeleton. How does that make any sens— Björn: Looking up from the cards: Do not question the rules of Helheim, for the mind of a demon created them! To explain the madness is akin to gazing in the eye of the Allfather himself, the— Beethoven: What Björn is getting at is that we do not know, sadly. But appreciate you get at least that little luxury here. Without it, it'd be hell. Heh. Björn: HA! Björn hits the table with a card as he stands down from the table, and smiles widely. Björn: I won! Beethoven: Looking from the sheet: Do you… even know… how to play this…? Björn: No! Björn falls atop the table, apparently falling asleep. Beethoven sighs. Beethoven: I… I think I have déjà vu. I can— As Beethoven attempts to walk towards Björn, loud ringing can be heard from atop the barracks. He looks into the near corridor, opening the doors to it. As he does so, the ringing gets much louder. Beethoven: We need to go. Surratt: Again? Beethoven: No rest for the wicked. Beethoven chuckles and starts to leave the room. On his way out, he picks the rusty pipe located on the weapons rack. As he enters the corridor, he peaks again into the room, looking at Surratt. Beethoven: Come on. Surratt: Pointing at Björn: And what about him? Beethoven: Leave that cretin to himself. It is not worth it, trust me. Trying to wake him is like, well trying to wake the dead. The duo walks down the corridor, revealing a large crack in one of its walls, which wasn't previously there. Beethoven: Oh my. As Beethoven peaks through it, a large crashing noise can be heard from within. Beethoven: Oh. Oh, oh that's not good. Surratt: What's going on? Surratt joins Beethoven in peeping through the crack, only to reveal the main courtyard, this time filled with numerous training dummies and fake defenses. Among the area, numerous skeletons are scattered, seemingly attempting to recreate some sort of a defense pattern. From atop the walls, numerous cannons can be seen. Around them, Claire is marching, regularly making them fire at the training entities. Surratt: What the actual fu— Another cannon fires, this time hitting the part of the wall around Surratt and Beethoven. Both of them flinch. Claire: MY GRANDMA COULD RUN FASTER THAN YOU, AND SHE HAD POLIO SINCE SHE WAS THIRTY, GOD REST HER SOUL. Another cannon fires at the skeletons. Claire: DAMMNIT THE CANNON ISN'T GOING TO HURT YOU, SHOW SOME GUTS. OH WAIT, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY! Claire starts to loudly laugh as he sets up another. Claire: YOU HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN JUST HIDE THERE, YOU USELESS TRASH. Another shot. Surratt: Turning towards Beethoven: This is utter insanity! What is this?! Beethoven: sighing: The training routine, I'm afraid. Surratt: This needs to stop right goddamn now! Surratt walks towards the stairs build in the walls, leading atop them. Beethoven: No! It is not worth it. It is for their good, trust m— Surratt: I don't care. She runs through the staircase, climbing in in mere minutes. As she does so, she walks towards the general. Surratt: What the hell are you doing, Claire?! Claire: WHAT DID YOU SAY, MAGGOT? Claire turns towards Surratt, who backs away slightly. Surratt: All I'm saying is that this is utterly insane! These people are— Claire: HOW DID YOU ADDRESS ME?! Surratt: Clai— Claire: 100 PUSHUPS. NOW. YOU WILL LEARN HOW TO RESPECT YOUR DAMNED COMMANDER AND ADDRESS HIM BY HIS PROPER TITLE, YOU UTTER WASTE OF SPACE! Surratt: I— Surratt sighs and gets on the ground, starting to do the pushups. As she has no muscles, she is able to do so with relative ease. Upon finishing the exercise, she gets up, flattening her shirt. As she does so, she notices the Foundation camera implanted in her collarbone. Surratt: What the h— Claire: DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY, RECRUIT? Surratt: No, General Bo— As Surratt tries to salute Claire, a deafening sound fills the air around them. From the north of the entire valley, a group of approximately ten harpy-like entities rockets down on the battalion, with nine of them focusing on the skeletons down on the courtyard and one on Claire and Surratt located atop the walls. Surratt: What the fuck?! Claire: Fuckin' hell! Claire picks up a rocket launcher located near him. As he does so, he puts a cigar in his mouth which he lights up shortly after. As the entity gets near him, he fires the device, obliterating the demon entirely. Surratt flinches as he continues to fire the weapon repeatedly at other entities, which are being fought with some difficulty by other recruits with the basic weaponry they were provided. Claire: Sleazy bastards… Although Claire and the others attempt to eliminate all enemies, they succeed with only eight. The two remaining leave the area with other skeletons in their claws, flying away in the distance. Claire: We have much less time than I thought. Surratt: What's going on? Claire: The bloody demons found our fortress. We need to hurry. If they found us, so will their leader. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] A large group of skeletons, including Surratt, Beethoven, and Björn can be seen standing within a relatively small room. Within it, Claire is standing atop a small, stone bench located in one of its corners. Claire: SO, HERE'S THE THING, AND ALL OF YOU IMBECILES BETTER LISTEN UP. THE DEMONS HAVE FOUND US. Most of the group gasps, with one of the skeletons appearing to, although impossible, faint. Claire: WE FOUGHT WELL, BUT WE WEREN'T ABLE TO DEFEAT ALL, TWO OF THOSE BUGGERS GOT AWAY, AND IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE WE SEE THE BIG MAN HIMSELF KNOCKING AT OUR DOOR. Claire: OUR TIME TO PREPARE HAS DECREASED DRASTICALLY. WE HAVE… Short pause. Claire: TWO DAYS. As Claire finishes his speech, frantic chatting ensues within the room. Numerous entities start to chatter towards each other, nervously moving around the area. Claire: BUT WE STILL HAVE A CHANCE. All chatting immediately stops. Claire: WE NEED TO GO OUT. WITH THE HILL TAKEN, WE ARE MERELY TWO VALLEYS AWAY FROM THE KEEP OF SORROW. I HAVE CALCULATED THAT IF WE WERE TO USE ALL OUR AVAILABLE FORCES, WE HAVE AN APPROXIMATELY… UHM… FIFTY PERCENT CHANCE OF WINNING. IF WE STRIKE WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK, WE SHALL BEND THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD TO OUR WILL, FOR WE ARE STRONG, AND WE ARE TOGETHER. WE HAVE TRAINED FOR THIS FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS, WE WILL PREVAIL. Cheering can be heard within the room. Claire: NOW, GET TO WORK. ALL OF YOU NEED TO BE PREPARED FOR THE GRAND FINALE, MAGGOTS. SO GET YOURSELF SOME PROTECTION, WEAPONS, CLOTHING, VEHICLES, THE WORKS. THIS IS THE FINAL BATTLE FOLKS, MAKE IT COUNT. Claire steps down from the chair and moves towards one of the doors leading to another corridor. Claire: TO THE ARMORY, YOU LITTLE WASTES. As Surratt attempts to walk with the rest of the group, her shoulder is grabbed by Björn. Björn: Aye, do not follow, Suhr-rat! Surratt: What? Why? Björn: Don't your eyes see the plebian weaponry they possess here? Cowards, the lot of them! Do you really believe one could defeat spawns of Hel herself with simple fire sticks?! Surratt: N… n-no…? Björn: Then you are the only one here with a mind of a hero, lady. I can see you as much of an adventurous soul like me. No one has ever been here like me. Björn kneels, handing his sword to Surratt. Björn: Please, take Farbauti. Surratt: F… Farbauti…? Björn: The weapon with which I had murdered gods and men alike. It's been long since it got a true battle, and I can see within your young eyes you will give it the fun it deserves. Surratt: I… I don't think I can accept it, Björn. It's your weapon, and— Björn: Silence. You earned it. Surratt accepts it. As she picks the item up, Björn stands up. Beethoven sighs. Beethoven: You're insane. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The three skeletons can be seen marching atop the walls, apparently in circles. Although they do not appear to be looking in any exact direction, they generally face the direction of the valley. Björn: —and that's why you never grab a sword by the blade! Björn chuckles. Beethoven: So, what about you? Surratt: Hm? Beethoven: What's your story? Surratt: Well, I… I don't think it's worth sharing, really, plus I'm not sure if I'm allowed to— Beethoven: Oh, please, you're in hell, for God's sake, what worse could happen to you? Surratt: I mean, yes, you are right, but— oh, whatever, fuck this. I was born in 1976 in New York. Didn't take long to leave, really, as my dad left us soon after, and my mom couldn't find anything in NY, so we pretty much went to the only place we could — our less than ideal family in Europe. They lived in Poland, in one of those shitty little industrial cities in Silesia, you know, that industrial complex? Beethoven: A what? Surratt: Oh, right. A… a large collection of villages in which people work in, essentially. I was never a bright kid — I've been the type that likes sports for a while. Mom didn't like it, but, well, that didn't change all that much. After high school, I tried going into a university that would make you a teacher, but, well, didn't pass. Due to some bullshit problems they found with me, I was doomed to work on my own rather than continue to study. Mom couldn't afford to find me another place, so, well, I was on my own. For the next three years, I was hopelessly stuck in a perpetual cycle of working in idiotic places, like bakeries and shit. That was until the Foundation caught wind of me. Björn: The who now? Surratt: I'll tell you later. Basically. they saw I was decently athletic, some shady man in black approached me offering a security job. I said yes, and, well, they accepted me. Short pause. Surratt: I've seen… many, many things you couldn't fathom. Bears that could teleport, ghost towns, magical musicians, complex rituals I didn't understand, literal bigfoot-fairy towns, and much, much, much more. And the best part was all that data was stored in a gargantuan building built around a magical library. Which also had a ghost bookkeeper. And a lot more. Beethoven: What went wrong, then? Surratt: Everything, pretty much. Get sent to the wrong place at the wrong time. Tried saving my friends when I should have run away. Ended up getting sliced to ribbons, and well, here we are. Surratt sighs. Surratt: At least I didn't end up like Robert, though. That poor fellow's probably still wandering the woods o— Surratt is interrupted by a ringing of a bell, heard near them. Beethoven and Björn flinch when they hear the sound. Beethoven: Oh, our time's up it seems. Good story, reminds me of my days on the Archmage Council. Surratt: Yeah, well— wait, what? [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The camera is showing the dorm within which the trio is situated in. Although Björn is walking around the room for unknown reasons, both Beethoven and Surratt are standing in one of the corners. Near them, a wardrobe, which wasn't previously there, can be seen. Beethoven: And… I believe this should fit nicely on you. Beethoven pulls out a tattered Polish World War II uniform from the wardrobe, he hands it to her, and she puts it on. Surratt: It… it does fit quite nicely. Oh darn— As she attempts to put the uniform on, it gets stuck on one of her ribs.. Beethoven: Let me help you out. In the process of entangling the clothes from Surratt, Beethoven notices the camera built into one of her ribs. Beethoven: What in good heavens is this? Surratt: Wha— oh, that. Well, that's a recording device. Beethoven: What in the Lord's name is that? Surratt: I… I don't think I can really tell you. It's, well, it's secret. Beethoven: You're in the underworld. I don't think they can get you here, heh. Surratt: Well, here's the thing— oh, whatever, NDA's probably void now anyway. I worked for an organization that dealt with… paranormal stuff. A pretty big organization. I died dealing with one of them, and, well, it turns out they installed a… contraption that makes them see what I do, within me. I'm sure it's for the better, though. They're surely coming here to get me. Beethoven: You… are aware that there is no way to ascend nor descend without dying, correct? Surratt: What? Beethoven: Well, you can't enter nor leave the underworld without passing through the gates of hell. And, well, they are located near the throne of its lord. Surratt: Satan? Beethoven: Indeed. Surratt: I'm sure they will do something. They always did. If they can protect all of humanity, I'm sure getting to the underworld is nothing for them. Surratt nervously chuckles. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The camera reveals Beethoven, Björn, and Surratt sitting around the table within their dorm. Atop the furniture, numerous cards and tokens are laying. Surratt looks at Beethoven. Surratt: Your move? Beethoven: All in. Surratt: All? Beethoven: Indeed. Beethoven pushes a pile of his tokens onto the middle of the table. As he does so, he smiles widely. Surratt does the same. Björn glances at her, and so does she at him. Surratt: You? Björn: Aye… believe I should pass. Surratt: Final decision? Björn: Pass. Beethoven glances at Surratt, whose drapes an arm over her chair. Surratt: Show what you got. Beethoven cocks his head as he puts forward all his cards. Beethoven: Full. Surratt: Ha! Surratt bangs on the table with a fist as she stands up and puts her cards on the table, revealing it to everyone. Surratt: Red full! Beethoven sighs. Beethoven: Oh well. Surratt laughs and takes all of the tokens towards herself. Björn: What a way to go, eh? Thus ends the illustrious card career of Ludwig Beethoven, defeated on his final night in Helheim. Beethoven: Again. Surratt: What? Björn: What? Beethoven: Eugh… nothing. Björn: You're just drunk. Björn laughs, and starts to shuffle the cards again. Beethoven: One more? Surratt: Please, what better do I have to do the day before my demise? I might as well grind both of you to the bone. Bring it on, bonehead. Björn groans. Beethoven: I do not think he found that humerus. All three chuckle. <End log> <Begin log> The feed reconnects, revealing an enormous group of skeletons marching forward, with numerous styles of uniforms and weaponry present throughout. Although due to the number of entities present, most of them cannot be properly recognized, within Surratt's near vicinity, both Björn and Beethoven can be seen, with the latter appearing to be talking to a small sub-group of entities carrying numerous musical-instrument-based weaponry. He is carrying several sheets of paper with him, and is waving. Björn, who is walking approximately two meters away from Surratt, is drinking out of a whiskey bottle. As he drinks, the whiskey falls through his jaws and ribcage, and onto the ground. Surratt: You know you can't taste anything, right? Björn: Aye, one of the many curses of this land, but my father always drank before battle, said it brought good fortune to a warrior. A brief pause. Björn: Come to think of it he was most likely covering up the fact he was a drunkard. No matter, are you ready for combat? Surratt: I… I think I am. Lots of buildup to this moment, you know? Pretty nervous. Surratt chuckles nervously. Björn: Eh, do not worry. Nothing better than going down for a just cause. And who knows what happens after what happens after? Surratt: I guess you're right. Surratt sighs, and they both continue walking. Despite her best efforts at looking in the distance over the valley, she is not able to do so, due to the ever-present skeleton subgroups. As she attempts to climb a small hill atop her to see more, Beethoven walks up to Surratt and Björn, attempting to start a conversation. He is noticeably cheery. Beethoven: How are we on this fine day? Final day? Final… days? Björn: Aye, didn't you finish your master-niece? Beethoven: Masterpiece. And yes, I was. I am still setting things up, but trust me, it is going to be the most amazing thing you will ever behol— As Beethoven attempts to continue talking to Björn, a deafening honk can be heard coming from their back. Shortly after, Beethoven pushes both of them over, effectively making them not be run over by the enormous tank which made this sound. Atop the machine, Claire can be seen peeping from within it, smoking a cigar. Claire: HOW ARE WE TODAY, LITTLE SCRUBS? READY TO MAKE SOME GRAVE MISTAKES? The entity laughs. Claire: DO YOU FEEL THE WEIGHT OF TODAY'S CONSEQUENCES GRINDING YOUR LITTLE MINDS TO THE BONE? Short pause. Claire: WELL THEN, GOOD, HAHAHAHA! The tank rolls off, and Surratt turns towards Björn and Beethoven. Surratt: Hey, uh, so… Beethoven: Yes? Surratt: There is a big chance this will be our last day here. And, I mean, yeah, it is hell, but… you morons made it slightly better, you know? Beethoven: And to you too. A pleasure, it has been. And hopefully still will. Heh. In the distance, a gargantuan, stone fortress-like, spiral, chaotic building can be seen. It is surrounded by numerous lava rivers with only a few bridges closing the gap in between, although as around it numerous winged Tartarean entities can be seen, all of them are closed. Despite the lack of clouds around, lightning can be seen appearing near the top tower of the keep, which extends over 500 meters above the rest of the building. The entire architecture of the area looks reminiscent of gothic, although an exact human architecture style cannot be fully confirmed due to the complexity and size of the structure. As the building comes into the view of the legion, Claire stands up. Claire: So, we're finally here. The entire battalion stops for a moment. Claire: The Keep of Sorrow. As he notices the rest of the group stopped, Claire glances at them angrily and puts the cigar out of his mouth. Claire: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! As Claire stops speaking, a large group of skeletons within the battalion look at each other numerous times, each time nodding with their heads. Claire: Oh god, no. The group: I am Hell's Soldier. Claire sighs. The group: I am a Warrior and a member of my army. I serve the skeletons of my battalion, and live the values of the dead. Björn: Aye, I will always place our mission first. Surratt: quietly: What's going on? Beethoven glances at her and smiles quickly. Beethoven: I shall never accept defeat. The group: I will never quit, for there is nowhere to run. Surratt chuckles and rolls her eyes. She looks around the group and smiles almost unnoticeably. Surratt: I would be disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained, and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills, but this is Hell, and we have none of that. The group: I by no means an expert nor a professional. Beethoven: But I live in the beauty of the hope of freedom. Björn: I live and die again with honor. The group: I am Hell's Warrior. Claire chuckles. Claire: You're good, kids. I am proud of you. As the group stops to talk, all gates of the structure in the distance open. From within them, a horde encompassing an uncountable amount of numerous Tartarean entities — carrying from harpy-like winged humanoids to gigantic quasi-humanoid, four-legged creatures — can be seen emerging from all of them. The thunder near the towers starts to move towards the group, with blood starting to fall from within it. As all of this finishes, an extremely loud roar can be heard coming from within the keep. Claire: Let's just hope it will be enough though. Claire pumps the slide of a shotgun. Claire: LET'S GIVE 'EM HELL! <End log> <Begin log> The feed reconnects, revealing a large valley filled with fog and dust. Above it, the Keep of Sorrow towers, from within which an enormous amount of numerous kinds of Tartarean entities keep on appearing, swarming the battlefield and each skeleton present within which. Although due to the ever-present fog, most of the field cannot be seen through, as the thunder from before is currently located above the entire legion, with each lightning strike, a part of the battlefield becomes clear again. From within the cloud currently responsible for the thunder, a rain consisting of a substance reminiscent of blood is currently falling. As a result, the entire ground of the valley quickly turns into a mud-like substance, slowing down and sucking down a large part of the troops. Surratt can be seen running quickly towards the bottom of the hill on which the fort is located. Although numerous other entities can be seen before her, she is moving the quickest out of the entire group, visibly trying to push towards the building's entry. Despite best efforts from the rest of the army, they are not able to push their line of defense forward the gates due to the overwhelming amount of entities pouring from them. Upon reaching a stable position from within which she can defend herself and partake in combat, Surratt stops, attempting to familiarize herself with her surroundings better. As she dodges an incoming swipe from a nearby entity, Björn joins her position, cutting the entity in half with a sword. Surratt: Do you know where [inaudible]? Björn: What?! Björn walks closer towards Surratt, lowering his stance as numerous bullets fly above their heads. As he does so, a large missile hits the cliff above them, blowing the pair into a ditch. Surratt crawls towards Björn, attempting to shield both of them with local terrain. Surratt: Do… you… know… where… Beethoven… is? I swear I've seen this pl— Björn: No bloody clue! Last thing I heard was he wanted to play his tune into battle. Batshit insane fellow, I sa— As Björn attempts to finish, a large, harpy-like Tartarean entity focuses on them. Surratt: Fu— The entity lashes down, flying towards Björn. Although he attempts to duck downwards, the being accounts for this and catches him in its claws. As it does so, it starts to fly away. Surratt: No no no, no! As the entity flies away into the battlefield, Surratt runs towards the rest of the battalion, attempting to find a projectile weapon. The flying entity suddenly screams, releasing Björn from its claws. He falls alongside the demon, and both engage in combat. Due to the distance and the fog however, not a lot can be seen. After approximately 30 seconds, Björn can be seen emerging from the fog, the head of the entity in his hands, and a sizable hole in his frontal bone. He collapses on the ground. Surratt runs towards him. Surratt: Björn? Björn?! Is everything alright?! With a shaking hand, Björn points towards the body of the flying entity, his sword can be seen embedded in the chest. Björn suddenly stops moving. Surratt: Björn? No response. Surratt: Björn?! No response. Surratt crawls towards the laying skeleton and starts to shake his body. He does not show any reaction. Surratt: Björn?! Please, tell me you're fine! Anything! As she continues doing so, Beethoven walks towards her and grabs her by her arm. Beethoven: He's in Valhalla now. What more can a warrior want than a death with his weapon? Surratt: No! He… he must still be there. There is no death, this is the goddamned afterlife, remember?! Beethoven: There are many things I don't understand, Surr. He's in a better place now. Nothing can be worse than this. Unless it just repeats. Heh. Surratt: N… No… no! Beethoven starts to walk away from her. Beethoven: Come on. You can do nothing more. We'll give him a funeral after we win. Surratt: No! This is no— As she attempts to talk back, Claire's tank starts to climb up the hill, into their vision. With around 50 skeletons present atop it, they are able to defend against most entities coming towards them. Claire: HOW ARE WE ON THIS FINE DAY, LITTLE WASTES? BAD? GOOD! HAHAHAHAHA! Claire fires the tank, hitting a large entity visible in the distance. As he does so, the tank accelerates towards both Surratt and Beethoven, who quickly climb atop it. As the tank speeds up, they start to climb the hill, driving towards the gate closer and closer. Despite a large number of entities swarming them, they are able to defend against them due to their number, as well as due to a large part of the army regaining their ground and being able to climb upward. Claire: HAHAHAHAHA! GIVE 'EM SHIT THEY DESERVE, BOYS! As Claire finishes the sentence, the tank arrives near the entry to the fort atop the hill. All army members present atop the vehicle leave it, getting near its gates. From within a side of Surratt's vision, a large, ram-like machine created entirely out of bones and stone can be seen. It is quickly relocated near the doors, and Claire walks to its proximity. Claire: ONE. As Claire points towards the doors, the ram contacts them, violently shattering a part of it. Claire: TWO. The machine fires again, shattering the steel locks around the entry. Claire: THREE. The ram hits for the third time, the doors shatter. With the doors of the fort breached, allowing the entire team to enter, the camera reveals an extremely large hall, filled with numerous cages, fireplaces, paintings, and sculptures, all depicting people in numerous forms of pain. The area is massive, with numerous staircases up and down being connected and going through the hall. each build in a different style. Where they lead is unknown. As Claire notices a hallway at the end of the corridor, leading towards a dark, unlit room, he quickly rushes forward, leaving the rest of the team behind. As he does so, he loads his shotgun. Surratt: Where the hell are you going?! Claire: For the beast itself. <End log> [REMAINDER OF THIS FILE IS LEVEL 5/5572 CLASSIFIED] [WELCOME, AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL] <Begin log> The camera reveals Surratt, Beethoven, Claire, and approximately 120 other skeletons standing within what appears to be an almost entirely light-less chamber. Although due to the lighting, its exact size cannot be determined, due to the sounds terminated from its center, it had been estimated to be large. From within the geometrical center of the room, a silent and repeated sound, reminiscent of a beating heart can be heard. Despite the lack of lighting, the center appears to look like a throne, with a humanoid creature seemingly molded with the seat. It is not moving. As Claire starts to walk towards the throne, he is stopped by Surratt, who touches him on the shoulder. Surratt: Stop. Something isn't right. Claire turns around slowly, trying to keep his eyes on the creature. It does not move. Claire: W… what? The breathing of the creature sitting atop the seat begins to get irregular. Despite initially appearing to be a humanoid, as Surratt slowly walks towards it, an object reminiscent of a crown molded into its face appears to be located atop its head. Additionally, near its arms, a large, sword-like item can be seen. Both irregularities appear to be a part of the entity's body. Surratt: I just… I… I don't… I don't think this is… this fits here is what I'm saying… this… I… I… As Surratt loses her voice, she starts to walk towards the being, looking directly into its closed eyes. It does not appear to be conscious. Beethoven: Surratt? With Surratt getting closer, the camera reveals two limb-like appendages coming from the entity's back — both of them look like their ends have been damaged. The reasons for this are unknown. Despite Surratt engaging in no contact whatsoever, a circular white symbol light starts to appear on the chest of the entity. Its breathing stops. Beethoven: Surratt?! What did you do?! Surratt: Nothing! Nothing at all! Wh— Surratt is cut off as an emanating red light starts to come out of her chest, apparently near the camera. As this time, the light in the creature sitting atop the throne starts to violently flicker. Unknown voice: Activation detected. Welcome, authorized instance 192,613. Surratt: N… no! No! What is… what is… t-this?! What's… what's going on?! As the symbol increases in density, it starts to form into a coherent shape. Surratt: Oh my god. Upon noticing the shape of the sign, Surratt starts to slowly walk backward, attempting to run away from the entity, with each step increasing in speed. Despite her best efforts, she is stopped by Claire, who shakes her by the shoulders upon catching her. Claire: WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPENING RECRUIT?! Surratt: I… I… uh, I… Surratt points at the symbol, with her hand shaking. As the camera closes in, it reveals that it is the Foundation's insignia. Claire: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! Surratt: I… I need to-to talk to one of Foun— oh no. As Surratt tries to walk backward, from within the abyss located beneath them, numerous lights identical to that of Surratt's starts to appear within it. Despite the size of the pit, approximated to be around 500 meters in depth, it is filled in 75% with what are revealed to be humanoid bodies. All of them are wearing standard Foundation attire. Surratt: Oh, oh no. No no no no no. Surratt quickly turns towards Claire, who backs out a little. Surratt: Claire, I need to know. Have you ever seen, heard, or read, or whatever about anyone working or just associated with the SCP Foundation? Claire: WHAT IN THE SAM HILL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SOLDIER, I NEED YOU TO— Surratt (Louder): I need to know, do you understand?! Claire starts to walk away from her, visibly unnerved. Claire: N-no, I don't think so, no. W-why do you as— Surratt approaches Beethoven, shaking his shoulders violently. Surratt: How many times have you been here? Beethoven: Wh— Surratt: Look at that goddamned beast in the eyes and tell me, how many fucking times have you been here?! Beethoven: Only on— oh no. Oh. Oh no no. Oh no. The entity starts shifting. As Beethoven starts to quickly run away from the creature with Surratt, Claire walks near them and stops both. Claire: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MINDS?! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? YOU ARE BREAKING THE LEGIONS FORMAT— Claire is cut off, as the creature sitting atop the throne starts to move. With its first move, it stands up, picking up the sword from the ground. What appears to be fire starts to circulate around the weapon and its eyes. At full height, it is over 10 meters tall. It looks at the entire squadron, smiling. As the battalion starts to scream in pain for no noticeable reasons, the feed disconnects for a short while. [FIVE MINUTES OF CORRUPTED FILES REMOVED] The feed connects again. Despite still being heavily distorted, most of its view is visible, revealing Surrat, Beethoven, and Claire, standing in the corner of the grand hall. In the background, numerous skeletons attempting to hold back the large entity from before can be seen. Claire: inaudible —f what's actually in the goddamned hell going on here?! Why do I have memories of this place?! Large explosions can be heard in the background. Surratt: Okay, so this will sound utterly ridiculous, but— [TEN SECONDS OF CORRUPTED FILES REMOVED] Surratt: —been here before. Countless times. Can you see all of these bodies? They are the bodies of previous personnel who've been here before me. The trio looks back into the pit, from which the light can be seen emanating from every body. Surratt: All of them have these, uh, activators — activators on them, that would, in turn, activate some sort of research complex these fuckers have going on in here made to— A loud bang. Surratt: —study that! Surratt points towards the creature, which smashes two additional skeletons trying to stop it from reaching them. Surratt: And to achieve that, they have been deliberately sending people down here without any proper inscriptions, knowing most of them would ultimately end up here, furthering their research. But every single time, something happened here, and their subject died, making the loop reset. Beethoven: But why? Surratt: Well I… I don't know! They have an obsession with knowledge! If something exists, they must know about it to "protect humanity" or some bullshit excuse like that. Claire: That also doesn't answer why we have memories of this place. Surratt: Look, I don't know, okay! I have no idea. Whatever that creature is, it is the source of all of this. The loop only exists as long as this does. Which means… All of them turn towards the massive humanoid. Claire: …to kill Satan is to beat death itself. Claire smiles. [FIVE MINUTES OF CORRUPTED FILES REMOVED] As the feed reconnects, it shows the humanoid violently thrashing with its sword towards Surratt, who ducks and barely avoids the attack. As she does so, Beethoven can be seen firing a machine gun at the creature, which doesn't react, as the bullets slowly sink into its skin. In the back, Claire is standing near a cannon range, located at the back of the entity. He is firing them, though no effect can be seen. How he acquired them is unknown. Claire: EAT LEAD, YOU HORNHEA— He is cut off as the creature focuses on him, starting to walk towards his resting spot, As it does so however, a large harpoon grabs it from the back. It slowly sinks into its skin and stops any further movement from it towards Claire. The entity's crown starts to flicker with fire violently, and it tries to grab the harpoon away from its body. It is unsuccessful. As Surratt quickly runs away from the entity into one of the right side of the battlefield, Beethoven can be seen sitting atop a piano, with 4 other skeletons bearing musical instruments situated near him. He stands atop the chair and shouts onto the ongoing battlefield. Beethoven: Hear me, those unworthy of my words — I, Ludwig van Beethoven, shall grace your ears with music like you have never heard before. Brace yourself, for a new age of music has come! Though almost no one reacts, Beethoven quickly starts to hit numerous keys, seemingly randomly. The rest of the band does the same. Beethoven: 170 years in the making, behold — my masterpiece, Battle Anthem No. 1 in C Minor! As the melody reveals itself to be horrendous, the entire fighting stops. The entity looks at Beethoven and starts to laugh violently, with the rest of the skeletons looking in surprise at him. Beethoven: You…! You will meet the wrath of me and my Elise, you tasteless monster! As Beethoven kisses his pipe which he's been carrying at his back, he starts to run towards the beast. The entity laughs again, swinging its hand, causing Beethoven to collide with the piano, crushing the other musicians. Claire sighs deeply and looks around the entire battalion, chaotically combating the entity. Claire: IT ISN'T GOING DOWN, IS IT? Surratt: What?! I can't hear you! Claire: ALL OF YOU STAY HERE. Claire quickly puts on an unknown vest on himself. Surratt: What are you doing?! Claire: Remember me. As Claire salutes at Surratt, he quickly turns towards the creature and runs in its direction. Despite best efforts from Surratt, he isn't stopped. The creature laughs, noticing the approaching skeleton. It crouches, smiling noticeably, and attempts to touch Claire, who runs directly at it. Surratt: No—! Claire: I'D SAY TO SEE YOU IN HELL, BUT WE ARE ALREADY HERE. The moment Claire contacts the entity, the entirety of the room is filled with blinding light and white noise. Despite it, a chain reaction of multiple explosions and loud crashes can be heard in the background. As the camera re-gains vision, it is able to focus for a second on the two entities, from which all of the explosions are coming. Claire laughs, and the other entity screams quickly. As rubble starts falling out of the ceiling, effectively trapping Surratt and the camera under it, an unidentifiable noise, similar to that of a scream of millions of voices can be heard coming from the center of the room, which gets quickly topped over by Claire's increasing laughter. [TEN MINUTES OF TOTAL DARKNESS REMOVED] As the fog falls down and rubble stops falling, Surratt is able to get up on her legs. Despite being near the eye of the cyclone, she is relatively unharmed. She stands up and looks at the throne upon which the creature was previously sitting. It is entirely empty, with not a single trace of the entity or Claire left. Surratt: At least he went the way he lived. Beethoven: That is? Surratt: Being utterly insane. Surratt deeply sighs and looks around herself. Near her, Beethoven is standing with the pipe in his hands. Around both of them, approximately 100 skeletons can be seen standing with weapons. Despite the outside of the castle being visible, not a single other skeleton can be seen outside or entering. As Surratt sighs again, one skeleton walks towards her, leaving the crowd. Unknown skeleton: And what now? Surratt: I… I think I have an idea. With some difficulty, Agent Surratt removes the camera from her rib. She throws it to the ground and smashes it with her boot. The feed disconnects. <End log> Following Event-5572 taking place, although all contact with Agent Surratt was lost, all Tartarean-entities-related activity within SCP-5572-PRIME had ceased, and no further SCP-5572 events were noted; reclassification of SCP-5572 to Neutralized is currently pending. For two more months as of the writing of this Addendum, no contact was initiated. 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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/5573 LEVEL 5/5573 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5573 Keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-06 Dr. Emma Bilé Dr. Kanada Upalekar Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Special Containment Procedures SCP-5573 exclusion zone A 20 kilometer exclusion zone has been established around and above the city of Farwell, Minnesota. Cover story Finlay-Bravo ("Viral outbreak") has been put into place with the authorities of Pope County in order to establish "Federal" jurisdiction over the local area. All entities attempting to enter the exclusion zone from Farwell must submit to identification. Any refusal to such identification must be met with immediate and lethal force. All Foundation personnel exiting Farwell must submit to thaumaturgical scan to ensure that they are not host to any foreign entities. Refusal will result in immediate termination. Commercial and private air traffic flight patterns have been altered to further ensure no registered flights pass over the affected area, and station-keeping interdiction drones have been deployed in the area to enforce the no-fly zone against un-registered flights. Four mid-range Class 2 Scranton Reality Anchors have been installed around the perimeter of St. John's Church of the Messenger in an effort to prevent the spread of SCP-5573-B and to stabilize the extra-dimensional rift within. Under no circumstances are any personnel to enter the church without prior written approval from the HMCL supervisor or the current head of Site-06. Anyone entering the field without permission will be immediately declared deceased and will be summarily terminated upon egress. Description SCP-5573 is the designation given to the events and anomalies surrounding the manifestation of a Class 3 extra-dimensional portal within the St. John's Church in the town of Farwell, Minnesota. The specific nature and physical description of the portal are unavailable due to the highly unstable fluctuations of Hume levels within the church. While the deployed SRAs are able to prevent the phenomenon from spreading, they have so far been unable to successfully stabilize the area to allow for additional exploration. Attached Addenda Discovery At 1013 on July 22, 2018, the Aureole Orbital Recon Array1 detected a massive spike in localized Akiva radiation in north central United States and subsequent investigation by the Foundation led to the discovery of the ongoing phenomena within Farwell. This massive fluctuation was intense enough to register on Bonfield-Carizza Hume detectors throughout the central portion of North America, and the full scope of the resulting chaos has yet to be fully surveyed. At 10:38, wide-area SRAs were able to be deployed from orbit in an attempt to stabilize the ongoing rupture in the local reality substrata. Due to the high energy requirements of these types of SRAs, the window for localized stabilization was extremely narrow. This allowed for the insertion of a single Tau-6 strike team via drop-pod. This team was sent in to conduct search-and-report reconnaissance and has since been declared MIA. There are currently no plans for a retrieval operation. Additional Records The expedition into SCP-5573 was conducted by MTF Tau-6, details of which were captured by intermittent burst uploads from various cameras carried about their persons. The heavy interference created by the local Hume field displacement ripples made a continuous uplink impossible. The wide-area SRAs were programmed to cycle through infrequent field harmonics to allow for occasional and randomly-spread moments of very localized stability in order to sync up with data uplink burst transmissions from the MTF. The first transmission contained the first on-ground video, a transcription of which follows. ■ 5573.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 10:50 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED],2 "One" [BEGIN LOG] [Helmet camera shows interior of a LOSODS3 Pod. Clouds can be seen rushing past the pod's viewport.] Tau-6 One: [Over Radio] Keep your ears on. High Akiva, no real visuals. [No response is heard over the sound of the airbrakes firing.] Tau-6 Five: -and gun? Tau-6 Two: No. Not stealth, but- Tau-6 Four: We're dropping into unknown numbers, weapons hot. [Pause.] Makes me wish for the days when D-Class ran these ops. Tau-6 One: Four, take overwatch. Hill on your- [No audio captured due to airbrakes firing.] Tau-6 One: Rest with me. [The opening of the canopy drowns out all audio. The LOSOD Pods make impact with the ground. Camera shows Three being launched five feet into the air before landing.] Tau-6 One: Sound off. [Tau-6 sounds off, all members unharmed and accounted for. The task force begins to move towards the edge of the town. The trees in the area are covered with large claw marks and a viscous reddish-black fluid. The task force climbs over several downed trees before approaching a house on the outskirts of Farwell. The door is ajar.] Tau-6 One: Three, Five. Move to breach. [Camera follows Three as she enters the house. The walls of the foyer are decorated with symbols of unknown origin and a trail of blood leads further down the hallway. The team moves down the hallway and enters the kitchen where a table piled high in books sits in the middle of the room. Candles cover every other surface.] Tau-6 One: Two, check the table. [Two approaches the table. As he reaches out to towards the books, the books ignite and rapidly burn. After two seconds, a small book is left on the table, surrounded by arcane symbols and a red liquid.] Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] Heads up team. Potential hostile outside. Tau-6 One: Take the shot. Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] Negative, One. It's too b- No way. Tau-6 One: Repeat, Four. Do you have a visual? Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] No, One. It shimmered and just disappeared. Unknown entity, roughly seven meters in height, some sort of armored and horned carapace on head, no eyes seen. Appeared to be scratching something into the wall of the house to your North East. Tau-6 One: Copy that. Will investigate. Tau-6 Two: Should I grab the book? Tau-6 One: Negative. No complications. [Radio static is heard for eight seconds. The team exits through the back door of the kitchen and crosses the backyard, vaulting the fence.] Tau-6 One: Four, we've entered the alley as instructed. Is the path clear? Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] Repeat, One? Tau-6 One: You told us to exit the house immediately. Tau-6 Four: [Over Radio] No such message given. Do not trust your com- What the hell!? [A shout and several gunshots are heard over the commlink.] Tau-6 One: Four? Come in, Four. [No response.] [Five begins to nervously tap his feet on the pavement.] Unknown Voice4: RUN [An opaque black hand measuring two meters across pushes through the fence to the team's right, causing the boards and slats of the fence to vanish. The hand closes around One and Two and they disappear. Three and Five begin to sprint down the alley. Three loses her footing and falls, turning over to see the hand dissolve into a golden light.] Tau-6 Five: Uh… What the fuck just happened? Tau-6 Three: I have… no idea. [Three climbs to her feet and walks over to one of the alley fences. A hand-shaped hole is burned through the wood.] Tau-6 Three: Hey Fives, come look at this. That hand zigzagged through the alley, right? Tau-6 Five: I was busy running, sorry. Tau-6 Three: Yeah yeah, running. But look at this hole, this wood looks like it was just removed, like with a laser. Tau-6 Four: And? Tau-6 Three: Well, why aren't there clean-cut pieces of One and Two back there? [Camera feed flickers for the next thirty seconds. Feed now shows Three and Five standing in front of a concrete wall, where a crude picture of a sun and a star have been carved into the wall.] Tau-6 Three: What do you think it me- [Three and Five are now standing in the kitchen of the house they had come from.] Tau-6 Five: Wait we were just- [A tear runs across the wall to their left and splits open, revealing a massive eye. It stares at the pair for a second before turning black and dragging the contents of the room into it. Five and Three run out the back door and enter the backyard. Both appear to be sprinting, but the fence remains approx. ten meters away. This behavior continues for five minutes.] Tau-6 Three: Fives! Break Sideways! Tau-6 Five: Heard! [Three abruptly moves to her left and immediately collides with the fence. The camera feed is disrupted by debris for several seconds but resumes to see a ~50-meter cone of wreckage in front of Three. The corner of a nearby house is destroyed and several small entities can be seen crawling out.] Tau-6 Five: Christ, I hate rubberbanding. Tau-6 Three: We've got hostiles. Move to the alley. [Three draws her service rifle and starts firing on the entities. She is soon joined by Five's chaingun as they push back towards the alley.] [END LOG] The team separation placed additional strain on the interlink connections between the various members, which denied the metaconcentrated bursts from conjoined uplink attempts. While the majority of the video transmissions are believed to have been captured, the data packets retrieved had to be stitched together by Foundation .aic. The transcript of the second data transmission follows. ■ 5573.doc.02 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.02 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 11:07 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED],"One" [All Audio Lost.] [All Video Lost.] [Five minutes omitted for brevity.] [The sound of wood clattering can be heard, as well as the sound of human groans. One climbs to their feet.] Tau-6 One: Two? [Two pushes off fence slats covering him and sits up. One turns and the camera shows a room decorated in human remains. Intestines are strung from the rafters, elongating and contracting randomly. The wall opposite of door is covered in embedded human arms that twitch and grasp at nothing. As the pair move closer, the hands briefly stop moving and the palms open up, revealing a milky blue eye. Two steps forward and the arms begin moving in unison, all making the same series of gestures.] Tau-6 One: Two, get back. Tau-6 Two: It's not thaumaturgy, it's ASL. Tau-6 One: Well, what's it saying? Tau-6 Two: Happy Salvation Day. Over and Over. [Screams can be heard from the floor above the two and the heads begin bursting through the ceiling. The hands reach towards them and clench into fists, collapsing the floor everywhere but above One and Two. The room fills with small entities, their rotting flesh and skeletal systems can be seen as they turn towards the MTF.] Tau-6 One: We're cornered. Fire at will. [One and Two open fire into the swarm of entities.] [Connection Lost.] It is unclear if the instability in the video feed is caused by the intermittent quality of the transmission, a failure in the stitching algorithms utilized by the .aic, or represented actual events experienced by the MTF. Retrieved dialogue seems to support the last hypothesis, which would represent much stronger Hume/Akiva fluctuations in the local reality structure than previously indicated. The third transmission appears to be slightly out of sync with the previous two, but it is difficult to properly ascertain whether this represents temporal fluctuations along with the reality destabilizing effects or is simply a property of the intermittent transmission lag. Transcript of the third transmission follows. ■ 5573.doc.03 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.03 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 11:00 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED], "One" Camera Powering ON….. Tau-6 Four: Aaah. Ouch. This is Tau-6 Four. Encountered three hostiles at my position and have totally lost radio contact with the team. No comms with Overwatch Command either. Switching to rifle camera… now. [Camera opens to show the town of Farwell from Four's position in the hills. Movement is seen on the west side of the town.] Tau-6 Four: Something big over there. [Four flicks the camera into the rifle's scope. The camera now shows a ~ten-meter tall quadrupedal reptilian entity chasing a smaller entity through a clearing] Tau-6 Four: Shit. That's a kid. Switching to explos- [A eight-meter tall humanoid creature is seen slowly descending on white, chiropteran wings; carrying a large spear, the head and shaft by a cascading motif of stars and suns. Its head is covered in a bony carapace and ram-like horns spiral out from the sides of its head.] Tau-6 Four: No eyes… [The smaller entity lands on the ground and severs a tree with an upward motion while spinning, using the butt of the spear to launch the tree at the taller entity like an arrow. The projectile pierces the entity's shoulder and it turns, letting out a roar that carries to Four's position.] [The reptilian entity lunges to towards the small child, as the smaller entity moves to intercept. The child can be seen climbing a tree in an attempt to escape. The smaller entity pierces the reptile's flank with the spear. The reptile flails, tearing the weapon from its owner's hands. Using its forepaw, it strikes the smaller entity, knocking it across the clearing. As the reptilian entity moves to attack the prone entity, Four begins firing his rifle, striking the reptile six times across the face and jaw. Moving faster than anticipated, the smaller entity grabs the spear and pushes it deeper into the reptile, the point protruding from its mouth. It then threads its fingers between the teeth of the upper and lower jaws before jerking its arms wide, tearing the creature's head in half. The body begins to smoke and light can be seen glowing inside it.] Tau-6 Four: Perhaps I'm the Divine Intervention here. [The winged entity reaches out and lifts the child from the branches of the tree and places them on its shoulder. It then turns and appears to nod in Four's direction before walking away from the town of Farwell.] Tau-6 Four: Now. Where is the rest of- [Connection Lost.] The final transmission is also the most corrupted. It is believed that this is a result of the team converging upon the central locus of the powerful ripples in the local Hume field. Lambent spikes of Akiva radiation show as vermilion waves of static across the visual field. Again, this is unclear if it is simply a manifestation of the disruption to local reality experienced by the team, a byproduct to the disruption caused to the equipment, or the interference in the transmission burst. The transcription of the final log follows. ■ 5573.doc.04 - Exploration Log Transcript ■ □ 5573.doc.04 - Exploration Log Transcript □ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 2018/07/22 @ 10:50 Monitoring Team: MTF Tau-6 ("The Forgotten") Operational directive: Observe & report Team Lead: [EXPUNGED], "One" [One and Two are seen firing into the horde of entities. Despite sustaining injuries to all presumed vital areas, these creatures continue to move towards the pair.] Tau-6 Two: Running low! [One does not appear to hear. A creaking can be heard and the wall next to them explodes outward. Three and Five move through the gap and begin providing covering fire.] Tau-6 Three: Move! Now! [The team begins to run down the street as the creatures slowly pursue.] Tau-6 One: Move to the church! [More creatures pour out of homes and buildings and join the horde. As the team approach the town square, a 2 meter tall horned entity steps into their path holding a large metallic object.] Horned Entity-1: Split. Now! [The team dive to the sides as a blue beam fires out of the metallic object and launches a dozen of the smaller pursuing entities backward. Several more horned entities, as well as Tau-6 Four, emerge on the rooftops and begin firing into the horde.] Horned Entity-1: Get in the square. We have locked them out. [The MTF stands up and begins backing up, laying down additional fire support. As they pass the horned entity, the camera feed flickers briefly.] Horned Entity-1: Twelfth Company! Stand down. [Turning to One.] Do you have injured? Tau-6 Five: No, we… what's going on? Horned Entity-1: My name is Azazel, leader of Hell's Twelfth Company and you are actively interfering with a Class Five Demon Containment Operation. Seeing as you are not with the Horizon Initiative, you do not even remotely have clearance to be operating in this sector. [Three steps between One and Azazel.] Tau-6 Three: Hey, we're not here of our own volition. Azazel: This does not change the fact you brought a horde of krulii to my doorstep and endangered my team. And you dropped in here without sanctified or desecrated weapons. Are you trying to get killed? Tau-6 Five: [Whispered.] Hey, Two. How are they doing that with their mouths? Tau-6 Two: I have no idea, Fives. Azazel: All of you are a liability to this operation, except your teammate 'Four' up there. Tau-6 One: Well, we can't leave… Azazel:[Pointing.] Go down that road. The area has been cleared and we are currently pulling out survivors. Pitch in there, or just wait in the church until we finish cleaning this up. [The MTF moves out along the route that Azazel indicated that leads away from the church.] Tau-6 Five: Hey, One? What kind of divine mess did we fall into? A company of devils? Fighting demons? The Horizon Initiative? Tau-6 Two: Well the Horizon Initiative is a GoI- Tau-6 Five: I know that. But what is a company of devils doing in Minnesota? [The team enters a street filled with rubble and makeshift tents, where humans can be seen being tended to by more devils.5 Most of the survivors appear injured. A shout can be heard from a one-room schoolhouse down the street. A nearby devil beckons to the MTF while running in that direction.] Devil-2: If you can help, get over here! [As the MTF follows the devil, the camera shows the heavily damaged schoolhouse. The outside is completely covered in symbols depicting the sun and stars and it appears to have suffered immense structural damage at some point. Two devils are struggling to keep the doorway from collapsing in on itself and taking the rest of the building with it.] Devil-3: [Holding door frame.] There… are… still people in there! [The point of a sword appears from the dark doorway and swings upwards, flat against the buckling frame. The blade flexes and begins to lift the frame as five children run out and grab the legs of a woman standing nearby. A tall figure walks through the door carrying a child. Dressed in a simple black uniform with maroon highlights, he nods for the devils at the door to let go and hands the child to the woman. Waves of Akiva radiation seem to pulse from him, greatly distorting his image in the visual pickups. It randomly flickers and his form is replaced by a brilliant winged figure, surrounded by a corona of coruscating washes of incandescent fire.] Unknown entity: Ah! A Mobile Task Force. I'm glad you could join us. Tau-6 One: Yes, well, it wasn't exactly planned. Excuse me if I don't shake your hand, but do you mind telling us what the hell is actually going on around here? [The entity laughs, and the sound can be seen in the rippling waves of Akivars flooding off of him.] Unknown entity: Aren't you just the cutest? I am pretty certain that Azazel already told you that. Now, as much as I'd like to just stand around and shoot the shit with you lovely people, we're on a bit of a time table. [His words are punctuated by the sound of a violent concussion somewhere off the the distance. 3 seconds later another lambent spike of Akiva radiation distorts the visual field.] Unknown entity: And that is our cue to leave. Spending too much time here causes… problems. I am frankly too much of a target up here, so it's time to go! Come come. Back to the church. [Another spike in Akivars causes the video feed to cut out completely.] [94 seconds of static omitted.] [When the feed returns, the MTF is following along behind the unknown entity towards the church, where they are intercepted by Azazel and two of the winged entities. Azazel briefly bows before the unknown entity, then glances back at the MTF] Azazel: My Lord, we have the majority of the town sealed off, but it is only a matter of time before the others arrive. If we leave now we can get out before they rupture forth. Perhaps we should… [He nods back towards the MTF, and the unknown entity reaches up (across?) to gently pat the demon on its shoulder.] Unknown Entity: Unfortunately, I think that the time has come for us to throw a little wrench into the plans. Maybe it's time to shake things up a bit, hmm? Azazel: Yes, my Lord. We talked about this before, and I am afraid I must still agree with Uriel. Humans are just too unpredictable. Unknown Entity: And that's precisely why they're coming with us. Tau-6 One: Excuse me, but what? No one said anything about going anywhere. We're just here to observe and report, that's it. Azazel: [Turning to look at them.] Your plans have changed. My Lord has decreed otherwise, and thus it shall be. Tau-6 Five: Now wait just a fucking moment, I don't give a rat's fart who- [A massive spike of Akiva radiation emanates from the unknown entity, and for a moment his form stabilizes as the full winged entity. The MTF shield their eyes from the brilliant light, and Azazel looks away.] Unknown Entity: I have been kind. I am understanding. This is not your battle. But you are here, and I have need of you. [The glow fades and he has resumed his human form.] Unknown Entity: One thing I cannot abide is rudeness, but I am afraid I simply do not have the time for the niceties. Now, I will ask kindly. [He smiles and spreads his hands in an expansive gesture.] How does the title 'Savior of Heaven, Earth, and all the Hells' sound to you? Because that's precisely what I'm offering. [One glances around at the rest of the team, a concerned look on their face. After a moment, they look back at the entity.] Tau-6 One: Doesn't sound like we have much of a choice. [Pausing] Fine. First, you gotta tell us who the fuck you are. [The entity grins, showing a row of perfect white teeth.] Unknown Entity: Haven't you already guessed? I'm Lucifer, Herald of the Goddamn Morning. [END LOG] The transmission ended there, and no more bursts uplinks were transmitted. 12 minutes after the final transmission, the wide-area SRAs expended the last of their energy and ceased to function. A single spike of Akiva radiation was recorded before receding to a level .08 Akivars above normal. 37 minutes later, a Foundation fast action team arrived on scene to find the town of Farwell mostly destroyed, with the civilian survivors gathered in front of St. John's Church of the Messenger.6 Subsequent interviews revealed that the civilians had already been amnesticised and had no recollection of the events leading up to the destruction of their town. Blood tests confirmed that there was no trace of amnestic chemicals in their system, which indicates that they were not under the effect of Foundation-issued amnestics. An additional investigation into whatever could have caused such untraceable amnesticisation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. See Project AurORA - Akiva, EVE, and Hume Spectra Analysis From Low-Earth Orbit 2nd ed., 2001 by Dr. Emmanuel Salazar for more details on the array. 2. The identity of all Tau-6 operatives have been expunged from all records as per Oversight Command directive 12.82.Tau. Further information on this directive has been restricted to O5 clearance only. 3. Low Orbit Single Occupatant Delivery System 4. Later Identified as Tau-6 Four 5. Classification pending based on additional evidence. 6. The only remaining undamaged structure in the town. |
SCP-5574 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5574: Imaginary Suffering Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author >login SCP Database MTompkins.Site109@scipnet Accessing SCP Database… Credentials Accepted. Welcome back Junior Researcher Marissa Tompkins >access SCP-5574 Clearance Level 2/5574 Recognised Loading SCP-5574… Cover of a 1913 pulp novel in the early stages of SCP-5574 infection. At this point, only the character depicted to the bottom right is symptomatic. Item #: SCP-5574 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5574 is currently contained within a copy of the novel Pride and Prejudice in Standard Containment Locker B2032. A minimum of ten additional novels should be stored alongside SCP-5574’s current host at all times, and any previously infected novels should be removed and incinerated. Testing of the effects of SCP-5574 on narrative media is currently restricted to Researchers with Class 2/5574 clearance or higher. Testing of the effects of SCP-5574 on human subjects is currently prohibited, except with the direct authorization of Lead Researcher Caldwell. Description: SCP-5574 is a noospheric1 parasite which infects non-interactive narrative media. Infected media is extended significantly beyond the normal limits of the narrative (e.g. movies continuing far beyond their usual runtime, the text of physical books shifting and being rewritten in real time). This narrative is continuous and occurs even when not observed. The anomalous effect is not extended to any copies that are made of the affected media. Characters within the narrative will act in a manner appropriate to their previously established characterisation but be described as having, or be shown to experience, a variety of symptoms commonly associated with degenerative brain conditions. SCP-5574 symptoms typically begin with headaches, followed by a gradual deterioration in mental capacity, specifically in areas focused around imagination and creative thinking. SCP-5574 can also infect humans and other sapient entities. The effects observed are similar to that seen in characters within affected media, and continue until the host has experienced near total loss of capacity for independent thought, and enters a permanent vegetative state. The course of the infection lasts significantly longer in human hosts, typically 8-15 years compared to a more variable range of hours-weeks for narrative media. After the infection has run its course, or if the current host dies or is destroyed prematurely, SCP-5574 will transfer to a new host. It will preferentially transfer to other narrative media which are physically nearby, up to a maximum range of approximately 15 meters. If no acceptable media are found within this range it will transfer to a human host within range. If neither of these options is available, it will travel via noosphere to a memetically proximal host2. Physical distance is irrelevant to this secondary form of transmission, with hosts being found to be infected up to 4,200 miles from the previous host. Addendum: Selected Test Media Close File Test Media: A Christmas Carol, a novella by Charles Dickens Effect on Narrative: Following the end of the original work, Scrooge begins experiencing SCP-5574 symptoms. After recognising that his mind is failing, he seems at peace and remarks he is ‘glad he had at least one good day’. He writes a will leaving his wealth to Bob Cratchit and shortly after enters a coma like state. At this point no new text was added and SCP-5574 transferred to a new host. Notes: Typical of expected results where narrative continues with the additional factor of SCP-5574 symptoms. Test Media: 10 additional copies of A Christmas Carol, tested in sequence. Effect on Narrative: Most continued in the same manner as the previous test, with minor changes to dialogue and circumstance. The sole exception was test 7 in which Scrooge became frantic and agitated, cursed Cratchit and the ghosts, and is described as being bitterly fearful of hell. He attempts to flee London but is unable to travel outwith previously established settings and ultimately enters a coma state alone in his home. Notes: It appears the anomaly has some creativity with how it continues the narrative, while remaining within the bounds of the already established world and characters. Test Media: A VHS tape of a filmed production of the play The Merchant of Venice, by William Shakespeare. Effect on Narrative: The production continued with a sixth act in which Shylock seeks revenge. At the onset of the seventh act, all characters begin experiencing SCP-5574 symptoms and rapidly succumb. The video stops on a shot of all actors lying comatose on stage. Notes: The literary quality of the additional scenes have been analysed by literary experts, whose consensus was that the writing approached the quality of Shakespeare’s original works. Shylock’s soliloquy on how all methods were acceptable in the pursuit of liberty was highlighted as particularly poignant. Test Media: The Short Reign of Mary Queen of Scots, a non-fiction narrative biography by Margaret Dunne. Effect on Narrative: The original biography ends after Mary is taken captive by her cousin Elizabeth. The anomalous narrative describes her rapidly succumbing to melancholy and to SCP-5574 symptoms over the course of several weeks. Notes: The SCP-5574 infection lasted only a few hours in this host. Further testing indicates the lower degree of narrative in non-fiction causes it to expire more rapidly following SCP-5574 infection. Test Media: The Tigers of Texas, a novel by Buck Henderson3 Effect on Narrative: The Tiger Posse continue their trek across the west but rapidly succumb to SCP-5574 symptoms, lasting only a few days. Notes: The duration of infection seems to correspond with the creativity and popularity of the infected narrative. This should be taken into account when selecting narratives to act as long term hosts. Test Media: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. Effect on Narrative: Alice is discontent at home in England for a short while, and after experiencing the onset of symptoms returns to Wonderland to consult the various strange inhabitants. They offer advice on ‘expanding one’s mind’ and exercising her imagination to stave off symptoms. This is effective for a short time, but Alice and the rest eventually succumb. Notes: These exercises were trialled in human hosts of SCP-5574 and proved effective in quality of life improvement and in delaying disease progression. Test Media: A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle. Effect on Narrative: Sherlock Holmes quickly notices he is experiencing symptoms of brain disease, and after several hours of conversation with Watson deduces he is in a fictional world. He makes several attempts at escaping the narrative but ultimately fails. He then makes a direct appeal to the reader, claiming to possess a fully human intellect and demanding that his rights as an Englishman be upheld, before succumbing to SCP-5574 symptoms. Notes: The SCP-5574 narrative entities' claims of sapience and self awareness have resulted in an Ethics Committee request for further testing. This is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. The non-physical component of consciousness where memetic and other thought-form entities propagate. 2. i.e. a host that has a similar mindset, or one who shares common symbolic or thematic similarities. 3. A largely unknown and unsuccessful work. >exit Access Your Most Recently Viewed File? Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative 26-2013 Close File Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative No. 26-2013 Original Media Summary: A printed text describing a standard Foundation interview room with a single occupant, for whom no description is given. The only event which occurs is the arrival of Junior Researcher Tompkins, who is briefly described and then stated to be about to begin routine questioning. 267 words. Original document excised, transcript begins from the point at which SCP-5574’s anomalous effects first take effect The Researcher smoothed out her skirt and sat on the uncomfortable steel chair that was still standard issue for all interview rooms, despite her years of complaints. Her subject for the day was already sitting, an unkempt young man with the bored look of someone who'd spent a lot of time sitting in a cell being forced to talk to strangers. A look she was all too familiar with. "OK, so the time is 12:43, I’m Marissa Tompkins, Class 3 Researcher, and today I’ll be interviewing SCP-5574." She turned and glanced behind her to double check the recording device on the wall was blinking red and operational. The movement made her head throb and she winced, migraines always announced themselves before their full arrival and she could tell this was going to be a big one. She slid one of the two coffees she’d brought across the table to the subject with an awkward smile. Despite all her years of experience, it was still difficult to ignore the social niceties, even when around anomalous entities. "Alright Mr Smith, I'm going to begin by asking you a few questions to test your responsiveness, OK? "That's fine by me ma'am, I just want to get all this over with so I can get back to my family." Marissa felt that familiar twinge of guilt as she knew that he would very likely be spending the rest of his life in a cell, and his family had already been made to forget his existence. But this was what the job demanded, anything and everything for the greater good. She went through the tests quickly, she'd done this so many times that her actions were automatic and as the familiar scenario unfolded she felt her mind wander. He answered questions designed to test his intelligence, both intellectual and emotional, and she thought about how she'd ended up spending the past decade working in a series of tiny cells just like this one. Ten years trying to make life better for the people she helped keep imprisoned, and she’d likely be fighting this uphill battle for the rest of her life. She tried to think about what she’d rather be doing but drew a blank. She wasn't the most forward thinking woman at the best of times and her growing migraine was clouding her mind and making it very hard to think. “OK, so this next set of questions is a little strange, they’re designed to test if you’re what we like to call ‘a sapient entity’. Basically, if you’re a person or just a convincing illusion of one. It might seem a little silly, since most of the time you call tell if someone’s a person just by looking, but in my line of work I often encounter things that aren’t quite what they seem. Things that look human, that might even have intelligence of a sort, but have no more moral value than a fly or this coffee cup. So what I’ll be looking for here is signs of you having a conception of an inner self, an ability to effect and be affected by your environment and whether you have the capacity to experience pleasure, suffering, stuff like that.” Mr Smith just nodded. Thirty minutes of questioning later and he still hadn’t touched his coffee. Marissa took a long sip of her own before giving him the results. Her head wasn’t getting any better and the deliciously caffeinated concoction helped distract her. "OK then Mr Smith." She smiled. "You'll be glad to hear you qualify as a Class II sapient entity, which in laymen’s terms, means you're a person. That means you qualify for ethical care and treatment for as long as-". Marissa stopped talking, partly because she'd forgot what she was going to say and partly because her migraine had blossomed into a nova of stabbing pain right behind her left eye. She clutched her head and shouted for help. Something wasn't right, she'd had migraines before but never this bad. And her thinking was slow and sluggish, especially when she tried to come up with plans or think about the future. And Mr Smith was still just sitting there. And no-one from outside was coming despite her yells. Oh shit. Belatedly, her training kicked in. She was being affected by an anomaly. Categorise effects: headaches, clouded thinking, people acting like zombies. Her headache was clearing but alarmingly her thinking was getting worse, it was hard to think of what to do next, hard to come up with even the simplest plans. She tried to leave the room and found the door sealed. Not just locked, but fused seamlessly into the wall. "Oh." she said. She slumped to the ground. All these years talking to little bits of reality gone wrong and until now she’d never fully appreciated how horrifying it was to have the world you thought you knew fall apart around you. She knew this wasn’t real now, of course, that much was obvious. That was little consolation to her though, as her mind fell apart like a sandcastle drowned by the tide. She was aware she'd lost the ability to imagine future events and only dimly remembered that was probably a good thing. The walls started to melt around her, forming horrifying faces with far too many teeth. They weren’t real either but suddenly Marissa wasn’t sure if she was even real herself. Eventually, the world around her was nothing but a swirl of nightmares and Marissa had only her thoughts. Thoughts that were swiftly degrading, moment by moment. She no longer had the capacity to hope for rescue or escape so instead she could only wait. But no-one ever came and she was reduced to a catatonic state, living but mindless. Marissa Tompkins lay motionless on the floor. Marissa Tompkins lay motionless on the floor. Marissa Tompkins lay motionless on the floor. >exit SCP Database >access SCiPNET messages Loading most recent message thread… SCPiNET v4.0.2 Terminal: 53817 Authorization: MTompkins.Site109 Message History with Senior Researcher Dr Caldwell Currently Viewing Today’s Messages: Oldest > Newest [09:15] MTompkins: Have you had a chance to look over the results of my study on SCP-5574 yet? The findings are quite alarming and I’ve suggested several urgent changes to the Containment Procedures. I tried calling your office but wasn’t able to get a response, please let me know when would be a convenient time for us to meet and discuss this further. [09:26] JCaldwell: I’ve read your report, and further discussion won’t be necessary. The current Containment Procedures are perfectly effective for ensuring continued containment. I recommend you turn your attentions to some of the Site’s more recently acquired SCPs whose documentation actually needs updating. [09:28] MTompkins: This isn’t a matter of containment, it’s a matter of ethics. The anomaly is creating and then torturing real sapient people. They’re suffering. [09:37] JCaldwell: I am not going to authorise torturing real human beings to save some ink on a page. Sometimes the Foundation has to do unpleasant things to ensure the containment of dangerous entities like this nasty little parasite. If what’s in those books bothers you, then don’t read them, this is one anomaly that’s best left to rot away in a storage locker. [09:39] MTompkins: My feelings on the matter are not the issue. People are suffering, real people, with feelings as real as yours or mine. The fact they are anomalously generated doesn’t make their experiences any less real. [09:45] JCaldwell: Even if they are in some sense alive, their life is a product of the anomaly. If it creates and destroys lives then that is no net loss, without the anomaly those ‘people’ would never have existed to begin with. [09:47] MTompkins: They’re being tortured, as bad as any human victim of SCP-5574. And they die at such a faster rate that orders of magnitudes more people suffer and die in those novels you’re using than would if we used human hosts. I recognise that you might find it distasteful to value the suffering of anomalously generated sapient entities the same as flesh and blood humans. But the Foundation Charter of Ethics states we have an equal duty to protect all Class II sapient entities, and my research clearly shows that the SCP-5574 narrative entities qualify. [10:06] JCaldwell: Well if you want to lodge a complaint with the Ethics Committee you’re welcome to. Then in six months, once they’ve sorted through the paperwork, maybe it’ll get changed. But as long as I’m the Lead Researcher on SCP-5574, protecting human lives comes first. [10:08] MTompkins: Please, if we could just meet and discuss this. [11:13] JCaldwell: I’m a busy man Marissa. I have a lecture to give in an hour, a lot of anomalies to oversee and no time to hand-hold every Junior Researcher that feels squeamish about what we do here. Report to Dr Hadogan about that new predatory narrative he’s tracking, maybe then you can use your talents to save some real human lives. [11:15] Mtompkins: These are real human lives! Every week you delay is dozens, maybe hundreds of people suffering! [11:36] JCaldwell: This conversation is over. JCaldwell has gone offline [18:28] MTompkins: I’ve attached a copy of SCP-5574’s latest host. I think it might help you see the issue from a different perspective. Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative 27-2013 Close File Transcript: SCP-5574 Test Narrative 27-2013 Original Media Summary: A DVD containing video footage of Site 109 Lecture Hall A17 during Dr Caldwell’s lecture A History of the Study of Noospheric Parasites. This lecture is in the form of a non-fiction narrative in which he explains his career in the study of noospheric anomalies, and his history with the Foundation. 87 minutes. Transcript of original lecture excised, transcript begins from the point at which SCP-5574’s anomalous effects first take effect, shortly following the conclusion of Dr Caldwell’s talk. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Caldwell smiles at the crowd who can be heard applauding. Dr Caldwell: Thank you folks, thank you but my lecture isn’t done yet! I’ve talked about the current anomalies I’m studying, the ‘parasites of imagination’ as some are calling them, but I’d like to dig a little deeper. To an entity of the noosphere our imaginations aren’t just inside our heads, they’re attached to everything we produce. Art, architecture, technology, even a post-it note with some scribbled reminders. Anything touched by human hands is shaped by our imaginations, our theories of the world and our plans for the future. And it’s that substance that these unique class of anomalous parasites feed upon and which, uh, which… Dr Caldwell stops speaking and frowns, rubbing his temples Dr Caldwell: I’m sorry folks, I have a bit of a headache coming on it seems, and it’s making it hard to concentrate. I might just have to cut this lecture short after all. The camera pans to follow Dr Caldwell as he goes to leave the lecture hall but finds that the door is inoperable. At this point he looks over the silent, watching crowd, several of whom can now be seen in frame watching him with polite smiles and vacant expressions. Dr Caldwell: muttering Marissa, you bitch. He turns to face the camera and raises his voice Dr Caldwell: Goddamn you Tompkins, I’ll have your job for this. You want to feed humans to monsters so bad, how about I get you reassigned to some first hand experience with carnivorous noovores yourself? If you don’t get me out of here right fucking now I will make sure you spend the rest of your life regretting this decision. Dr Caldwell paces the room, and appears quite upset. He attempts to break down the door, unsuccessfully, and shakes a member of the audience who does not respond, but continues to smile politely and occasionally applaud. After several minutes of this he winces and clutches his head, then turns back to the camera and resumes speaking. Dr Caldwell: OK fine Tompkins, you win. Point made. It’s pretty hard to dispute that SCP-5574 entities are sapient from the inside. This next part is for you James. The real James Caldwell I mean, the non-anomalous one. I am sapient, we were wrong, and the Containment Procedures for SCP-5574 need to be changed. Knowing me, I doubt that’s enough to convince you so I’ll say this. Remember Madrid? When we promised Angela that when it came between our pride and doing what’s right, we’d do what’s right? Well now is one of those times. Now as for Marissa Tompkins and her sanctimonious moralising, well, you can’t say what you’re thinking to her. But hey, I’m just an anomaly that’s going to die long before HR can get their hands on me so I can say whatever the fuck I want. Hey Marissa, you can- Dr Caldwell angrily rants about Marissa Tompkins, generally on the topic of destroying her career, reputation and life, as well as insults about her personality, appearance and intellectual capacity. These insults are punctuated by increasingly long gaps of silence, and gradually become less coherent and more repetitive. After 43 minutes of this he slumps in a chair and speaks in a quieter voice. Dr Caldwell: I know I don’t have much time left, I can feel my mind slipping away. Facing death in my own private hell like this, it’s surprisingly little comfort knowing that there’s still another version of me out there. I’ve never believed in souls, or anything like that, too scientifically minded, even after seeing all the strange things the Foundation keeps locked away. Even Angela, with all her certainty, would have a hard time figuring out where my soul goes after this. Maybe to some kind of hell after everything I’ve done in the name of the greater good. Maybe when the real me dies, I’ll be there waiting for him. Dr Caldwell is silent for the remainder of the recording. After another 57 minutes he succumbs to the effects of SCP-5574 and collapses on the floor, at which point SCP-5574 was detected to have transferred to another host. [END LOG] [19:07] JCaldwell: You should know that I have reported this to Director Kristov. I suggest you offer your resignation now and don’t make this any harder on yourself. You have One New Message >view Viewing New Message from Senior Researcher Dr Caldwell [21:15] JCaldwell: I can’t stop thinking about that version of me trapped in there. I want to blame you, be angry that you created that version of me and then tortured him. But I have been Lead Researcher on SCP-5574 for the past 15 years and I can’t even begin to count how many thousands I’ve caused to suffer in that same way. It’s hard for me to admit when I’m wrong. Harder still when accepting that means accepting responsibility for so much pain. But I’ve always tried to be the kind of person that can make hard decisions, and I can’t let this continue any further. I’ve informed Director Kristov that SCP-5574 will be contained in human hosts from now on. And I’ve also volunteered to be its first subject. I’m not a young man, I have always had a very active imagination and I’m confident that I can continue to act in a research and educational capacity for at least another 5 years before the effects on my intellectual ability become too severe. So thank you Marissa, for giving me a chance to try and make up for what I’ve done. >logoff |
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SCP-5575-A, mid-sequence. Item №: SCP-5575 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5575-A is to be contained and monitored at its location of discovery, under the supervision of MTF Theta-9 ("Blast Processors"). Operatives are to enforce a guarded perimeter around SCP-5575-A and divert approaching civilians under the cover of an ongoing excavation rendering the location hazardous to approach. All SCP-5575-B activity is to be monitored and recorded from an observation outpost established at a safe distance. Description: SCP-5575 is an ongoing phenomenon surrounding an abandoned building1 in Ontario, Canada, designated SCP-5575-A. A series of controlled detonations with no visible source, designated SCP-5575-B, will manifest in close proximity to and inside SCP-5575-A on a regular basis. These detonations are located adjacent to key load-bearing components of SCP-5575-A's structure, and will continue to manifest until SCP-5575-A has been entirely demolished, usually via a progressive collapse leading to complete implosion. Following its complete destruction, SCP-5575-A will begin to self-repair. Smaller pieces of debris have been observed to recombine gradually into larger aggregates, with walls reconstructing themselves around load-bearing components. This process will continue until SCP-5575-A has regained sufficient structural integrity to become free-standing. Subsequently, the overall physical characteristics of SCP-5575-A will have changed significantly from its prior appearance. Separate iterations of SCP-5575-A have displayed a wide variety of external and internal2 differences, including: a public library, all books consisting of nonsensical, randomized character sequences a hospital, all hollow containers filled with a mixture of human blood and crude oil a gymnasium, equipment displaying signs of significant damage from an blunt instrument a movie theater, all films composed entirely of sinusoidal wave patterns and flashing colors The full SCP-5575 sequence takes place over approximately 30 minutes. SCP-5575-B detonations will immediately resume following the complete reconstruction of SCP-5575-A. To date, Foundation intervention has invariably failed to interrupt the sequence of SCP-5575-B detonations or prevent the self-repair of SCP-5575-A. Current containment efforts consist of monitoring and logging all activity. URGENT CONTAINMENT UPDATE 03-09-2020: During the commencement of standard MTF Theta-9 monitoring operations on 03-09-2020, a partially corporeal humanoid entity composed of superheated air and airborne carbon particulates, designated SCP-5575-C, manifested on-site. SCP-5575-C physically obstructed the entrance to the monitoring site and displayed signs of sapience, complex thought and the capability for speech, verbally ordering MTF Theta-9 members to retreat and discouraging their approach with physical aggression. Following authorization, a diplomatically trained member of MTF Theta-9 was deployed to negotiate with SCP-5575-C. A transcript of the resulting interview is attached below. Interviewer: Theta-9 Negotiation Specialist Ashleigh Holt Interviewee: SCP-5575-C <BEGIN LOG> Holt: Ashleigh Holt, beginning negotiations with hostile anomalous entity. Hello, can you hear me? SCP-5575-C: Again? Go away! Shoo, get out of here, come on. Just leave the place. Stop watching. What are you people, sadists? Holt: I'm not sure I understand. What exactly is it that you want us to do? SCP-5575-C: What? You mean you don't know what's going on here? You don't know why that- (SCP-5575-C makes a sweeping gesture towards SCP-5575-A, which is mid-implosion)- is happening? Holt: No, we don't. Would you mind providing an explanation? SCP-5575-C: No, no, listen. You really don't get it, do you? What’s happening over there, it's torture for that wretched thing. Eternal torture, like it deserves. Holt: Wretched thing… you mean the building? SCP-5575-C: (Entity sighs in exasperation, producing a blast of steam.) Yes, of course I mean that awful, awful lump of drywall. How stupid are you? Holt: …How can anything be torture for a building, exactly? SCP-5575-C: Pshaw. You people and your logic. (Entity gestures dismissively and audibly scoffs.) Won't get you very far in the real world, that sort of thing. Trust me, with the unthinkable things that piece of concrete scum has done, it deserves every second of what we're doing to it, and it always will. This is what’s right, what’s just. Now will you lot get out of here? Holt: I'm still not certain I understand how you're inflicting pain on an inanimate building, but I'll choose to humor you. What exactly has this building done to- SCP-5575-C: Cripes! I'm getting real tired of this. I've said it so many times by now. Go away, all of you! Just clear out and leave. You can't be enjoying watching this, can you? Get the hell out of dodge. What’s your problem? Holt: Please don't interrupt me. What exactly has this building done to deserve being- SCP-5575-C: Wait. (SCP-5575-C steps back. Body language indicates shock.) SCP-5575-C: Are you sympathizing? Holt: I- SCP-5575-C: Unbelievable. Inconceivable! The things that glass-and-metal monstrosity’s done, and you’re choosing its side? I’m disgusted, honestly revolted. How dare you? Holt: But you haven’t elaborated on what exactly the- SCP-5575-C: (Entity lunges forward and pokes Holt in the chest with its index finger, creating a small scorch mark on her shirt.) Silence! I’m not speaking to you, no, no, no. I refuse. I outright refuse! The absolute nerve… just abhorrent. Holt: I believe you’re jumping to- SCP-5575-C: I can’t stand to be around someone who supports the actions of that- (entity thumbs over its shoulder angrily at SCP-5575-A, which is in the process of self-repairing)- a moment longer. Simply unbelievable. My superiors will be hearing about this, just you wait. (SCP-5575-C stands on the tips of its toes while muttering angrily to itself before pirouetting and demanifesting, releasing a burst of heated air.) <END LOG> To date, SCP-5575-C has not reappeared. Standard monitoring operations are to continue. A low-priority investigation into the claims made by SCP-5575-C is currently underway. Footnotes 1. Exact nature is variable; see below. 2. As determined by unmanned drone. |
SCP-5576 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5576 All That’s Left to Regret Written by Cremo and Jack Waltz Check out Cremo's author page! Check out Jack's author page! Item #: SCP-5576 Level 5/5576 CLASSIFIED Threat Level: Blue SCP-5576, six days prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5576 is currently housed in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-228. Special research conducted into SCP-5576 has been authorised and is currently under observation by Overwatch Command. Further information regarding SCP-5576 is restricted. Description: SCP-5576 is Jonathan Möller, former director of Site-228. SCP-5576's anomalous properties manifest one minute following its death, wherein all matter located within a roughly three-metre radius experiences a temporal reversion of approximately two minutes. All objects and individuals within this area are affected, including SCP-5576, with the only known exception being its memory. Investigations into the mechanisms of SCP-5576's anomalous properties are ongoing. Discovery: SCP-5576's anomalous properties were discovered in 2008, at the age of 96, 11 years after retirement, during a house fire. Based on surveillance footage, it passed away approximately 30 times due to smoke inhalation prior to the firefighters' arrival on the scene. Following Foundation intervention, cover story A3549B ("Immolation") was embedded into local news media and amnestics were appropriately administered. SCP-5576's family was supplied with a suitable corpse and the object was detained for questioning and research. SCP-5576's preliminary interview transcript has been attached below. Interviewee: SCP-5576 Interviewer: Dr Albert Cren [BEGIN LOG] Dr Cren: Good afternoon, Jon. SCP-5576: It's alright, you can call me by my skip ID, Al. I don't really mind. Dr Cren: It's the first time I'm doing this with a former mate, you know. SCP-5576: Ha. The first ten'll be weird, but you get used to it. Dr Cren subtly smiles. Dr Cren: Well, how are you, Jon? Dr Cren and SCP-5576 speak in unison. Dr Cren: Just being? SCP-5576: Just being. Both laugh. SCP-5576: Haha! You remember? Dr Cren: How could I not? I've only heard it every day! SCP-5576: Oh! I remember ol' Jem started saying it too. What a lad. He still working here? Dr Cren: Oh no, unfortunately. Took an early retirement. Most of the old bunch 'ere miss him too, sometimes. SCP-5576: Oh, what a shame. I don't think I'll forget him. But, on to some better news! Dr Cren: Oh? SCP-5576: Look at you bud! Got your SR promotion while I was gone, didn't cha'. Dr Cren: Huh? Oh, haha! Thanks, Jon. SCP-5576: I say, it ain't long before you become a director, 'specially since you even worked under me for a while. Dr Cren: Heh. Director, huh… I've never actually thought about that. I don't think I've aspired that far ahead in this career either, knowing it first hand. SCP-5576: Oh trust me, I don't think it'll be long 'till you get to that point. Not everyone becomes one either, so you gotta be proud of yourself, Al. And as a bonus, you're usually far away from the action. And you'll be sitting in the same seat as I did, back in the day. As long as they didn't replace it of course, which, when thinking about it, they probably did. SCP-5576 exaggeratedly sighs and the two laugh together. Midway through SCP-5576 wheezes. SCP-5576: Well, how old's Nina now? Twelve? Fifteen? Dr Cren: She's eleven now. They grow up pretty darn fast, Jon. SCP-5576: I bet they do. I remember exactly what she was like, that lovable little rascal. Dr Cren: Oh, she's still that alright. You won't know how much trouble she gets into with Kalli, though I don't always try to get on her side. Somebody's gotta defend the kids now, shouldn't they? SCP-5576: Of course, it's probably ain't nice for the kid, not that I'm an expert when it comes to the topic. Dr Cren: Well… heh, "fifteen?" You still suck when it comes to keeping track of time, now don't you? Deadlines always had a way of creeping up on you, didn't they? I remember I'd usually be the one picking up your slack. SCP-5576: Oh jeez, thinking back, that's at least a decade now, ain't it? I can't thank you enough for every time you've helped me, Al. I was one forgetful ass. The two laugh, louder than previously. Dr Cren: I couldn't just leave you hanging bud, well, at least you're— Dr Cren is told to cease their idle conversation and is reminded to continue with the interrogation. Dr Cren: Oh, um, SCP-557— SCP-5576 interruptingly sighs and holds up its hand, as if to stop Dr Cren from speaking any further. SCP-5576: Let me guess now. They tell you to "cease your pleasantries," or something along those lines? Oh, I bet. Dr Cren averts his eyes to look away and stutters. Dr Cren: Let's… uh, let's continue, SCP-5576. SCP-5576 grins but does not make any remark. Dr Cren: Well, to start off: did you know of your anomalous properties before the incident? SCP-5576: It's the first time I've died, Al. I-It don't feel nice, but— SCP-5576 coughs. SCP-5576: To, ahem, continue, I've never knew about it. I could've been like this since… since I was a lad, honestly. Dr Cren: Hm, we— SCP-5576: You know, I've been with many anomalies during the time I was here. You could say, these properties may be a result of that, you know. Dr Cren: You're right, we think so too. They're looking into all the objects you were in contact with during your days—well, years—here currently, and to see if there's any sort of connection between any of 'em acting to give you this ability. SCP-5576: Yes, yes. Standard procedure, eh? Dr Cren lightly chuckles at SCP-5576's remark. Dr Cren: Yep, the standard. You think there may be any other reason, though? Other than the one we just talked about. SCP-5576: Tough to say. Let's see… hm. I used to work with a lot of ontokinetic anomalies. Particularly reality-benders. Dr Cren: You worked with reality benders? SCP-5576 pauses. SCP-5576: Plenty of 'em, yeah. Dr Cren: That's… odd. SCP-5576: Something wrong? Dr Cren: I'm not spotting any on this list. Dr Cren hands SCP-5576 the files he was looking through. SCP-5576: These… these are all the anomalies I've been involved in? Dr Cren: Yep. SCP-5576: Oh… yeah. No one knows, do they? Dr Cren: Hm? SCP-5576: You know, I don't think I've ever told you this, or anyone else here at '228, but— Dr Cren: You've worked at Site-17? SCP-5576: What? How'd— Dr Cren: I read your personnel file right before this interview. I was… surprised, to say the least. Couldn't believe it, honestly. So it's real? Did you… really? SCP-5576 creases its eyes and rubs them. SCP-5576: What'd you think of me, if I said yes, Albert? Dr Cren: Well, they're rumours, aren't they? I mean… I wouldn't see you in a different light, just because of that. You're still my mate… a friend. SCP-5576 has a pained expression and wipes its eyes. SCP-5576: Thanks, Al. SCP-5576 pauses. SCP-5576: Most of 'em, they're unlisted. Dr Cren: They weren't registered? Why? SCP-5576 does not respond. Dr Cren is silent for a moment. Dr Cren: But, that means… SCP-5576 weakly nods and looks down at its feet. SCP-5576: I was sent to '17 during my rookie years. I was an enthusiastic lad back then, you could say I was… determined. I didn't give up. Part of the reason why I tried to help everyone… put there. Pauses. SCP-5576: All of 'em who got sent there, I wanted to help 'em all the best I could. Didn't do what everyone else did, couldn't bring myself to it. I was stubborn, for the most part. Dr Cren: So you tried to help them? Well… of course you would, Jon. Yeah, you were always a nice guy. SCP-5576 looks down. SCP-5576: I tried my best, Al. I did everything I could, but… but, I gave up. Pauses. SCP-5576: I stopped caring after seeing it over and over, for years. I… I forgot to… SCP-5576 looks back up, its lips quivering. SCP-5576: It haunts me, Albert. At first, I thought I could just push it away. I… before I retired, I got them to make me forget. I didn't want to think about it again, I just wanted to enjoy my time with the family I have left, without being cursed by… by those faces… those memories. It was a powerful dose. It worked… it did, but… Its smile wavers. SCP-5576: But, you know, Al… recently, it's all been coming back to me. Just flooding my head with all of it. I guess even they couldn't keep those memories buried forever. Pauses. SCP-5576: I've sat in that seat, for hundreds — no, thousands of times. More times than I could possibly remember. But to sit on this side of the table, it's new. Deep down, you could say I wanted this, Albert. I'm happy. Dr Cren: But… why, Jon? Dr Cren stutters. Dr Cren: It's… it's alright, I know you never wanted to do any of that. If you'd like, I'm pretty sure the infirmary can give you another dose. SCP-5576 coughs, smiling slightly. SCP-5576: No, Al, that's okay. If this is someone's curse on me, I accept it. I don't spite them back. And in all honesty, it simply wouldn't be fair for me to live a happy, normal life with everything I've done. [END LOG] Update (03/01/2022): As of January, 3rd 2022, SCP-5576 is 111 years old. Due to its age and associated health conditions,1 SCP-5576 has begun experiencing a terminal loop upon its bed, with the entity's death occurring an average of 45-50 times a day. Transfer to Site-17 for further research is pending. Footnotes 1. Including but not limited to type 2 diabetes and heart disease. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5576" by Cremo and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5576. Licensed under CC-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: old-man.png Author: the.barb License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Information: Edited and cropped by Jack Waltz |
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Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-1538 has been built over SCP-5577's work area in ██████, Turkey, under the guise of an archaeological excavation. Personnel are authorized to detain trespassers, and prescribe amnestics in the event of unauthorized entry. Security personnel are to relay all notable vocalizations from SCP-5577 to assigned research staff. Description: SCP-5577 is a sentient humanoid skeleton, standing at about 160 cm. The subject is believed to be between 8,000 and 5,000 years old, and shows considerable deviation from baseline human anatomy. They are constantly engaged in metalworking, and have never been observed to cease activity for any reason, except in case of injury (See Addendum 5577.01). SCP-5577-1 is a blacksmith's workshop, built into the cavern where SCP-5577 was found. SCP-5577-1 is fully furnished with a hearth and cooling tank, an anvil and other tools and amenities for metalworking. Several tools used by SCP-5577 have no readily understood purpose, but have shown a variety of anomalous effects SCP-5577-2 is a set of objects created by SCP-5577. There is no consistent quality to these objects, except for their origin and composition, which consists of materials produced via SCP-5577-1. Some possess unknown anomalous properties, while most do not. Invariably, these are themselves used as material for further objects, which will likewise be recycled. To date, no instance of SCP-5577-2 has gone more than three weeks without being incorporated into another object, with one exception (See SCP-5577-P). Known Examples of SCP-5577-2: Hide Notes Designation Description Notes SCP-5577-A Nondescript iron ingots. No observed anomalous properties. By far, the most common instance of SCP-5577-2 produced. SCP-5577-A is withdrawn one ingot at a time from a large chest within SCP 5577-1. SCP-5577-B Nondescript leather strips, measuring between 15 cm and 85 cm. No observed anomalous properties. The second most common instance of SCP-5577-2 produced. Large sheets of raw leather are produced in the same manner as SCP-5577-A, then cut to size. Produced leather is always black, and corresponds to no known animal. SCP-5577-C Various replacement tools and parts for SCP-5577-1. Most display no anomalous properties, except for unnatural durability. A small minority of produced tools are known to have anomalous qualities (see SCP-5577-G). Despite unnatural durability, tools produced in this manner are under constant usage, and last approx. three months, on average. SCP-5577 has been known to dedicate large blocks of time solely to repair and replace equipment. SCP-5577-G Various iron implements and objects. Observed instances have mild cognitohazardous effects, most commonly described as an 'inability to forget' instances. On January 16, 2014, SCP-5577 produced upwards of 200 iron arrowheads, using freshly-created examples of SCP-5577-C (all of which would go on to display similar cognitohazardous properties). Arrowheads produced in this manner appeared in dreams to site staff for the next two weeks. SCP-5577-P Glowing white dust. Observed interaction with SCP-5577 suggests incredibly high mass. On Sept. 27, 2015, SCP-5577 began pounding a single iron ingot non-stop. This continued for three weeks, at the end of which the remaining iron filings and dust began to glow dimly. This glow increased in luminosity for several days. SCP-5577-P was then forged into a needle-like object measuring 108 cm. This is the sole object created by SCP-5577 that has remained unincorporated into another instance of SCP-5577-2. SCP-5577-Q Large wooden platform, inscribed with pentagram. On Oct 18, 2015, several created objects were assembled in the center of SCP-5577-Q by SCP-5577, who then began shouting and chanting in an unknown language for a period of five minutes, before returning to their usual activity. Several hours later, all assembled objects disappeared. They would later reappear as motifs and subjects in the off-duty personal sketches of Junior Researcher Diego McKenna. Experimentation and interviews with other artistically-inclined site staff revealed that objects placed within SCP-5577-Q will disappear from physical reality, and emerge in local psycho-space. SCP-5577-AB Thick, viscous fluid, observed to glow dull crimson. Produced by subjecting stone taken from SCP-5577-1's walls to incredible pressure, via several previously unseen devices. When introduced to SCP-5577-1's hearth, its fire began producing no observable flames. This quality persisted for a period of one week, during which SCP-5577 was observed engaging in its usual activity, but using absolutely no visible raw materials. Observed interaction with SCP-5577 suggests materials heated by flames modified via SCP-5577-AB do not simply become invisible, but rather exist in some non-physical space. Addendum 5577.01: Interviewed: SCP-5577 Interviewer: Dr. Gonzalo Gonzalez, Lead Researcher for SCP-5577 Foreword: On July 19, 2020, security at Provisional Site-1538 heard the usual sounds of blacksmithing cease, and SCP-5577 began to shout in an unidentified Kartvelian language (currently believed to be Hattic). Upon investigation, security personnel discovered SCP-5577 in physical distress, clutching its hand. Medical personnel were summoned, and given authorization to assist SCP-5577 in treating what it later described as an accidentally self-inflicted wound. Treatment consisted of using cyanoacrylate adhesive to repair a fractured metacarpal. <Begin Log> SCP-5577: Hope glue works. Gotta keep at it. Dr. Gonzalez: Keep at your work, I'm assuming? SCP-5577: Aye. Can't stop now. Almost done, y'see? [SCP-5577 gestures to its surroundings.] Dr. Gonzalez: Sure, yeah. SCP-5577: Y'don't see. No problem. Others'll see. They'll thank me, y'know? Dr. Gonzalez: Who are you expecting? SCP-5577: You. Your people. Doctors, priests, mages. Warriors. You'll come here, once I'm done. You'll thank me. You'll take what I built, finally gimme some space. Dr. Gonzalez: What is it you're building? SCP-5577: Weapon. Dr. Gonzalez: For who? SCP-5577: Well, not weapon. No word for it anymore. Sea Peoples had a word, though. [Dr. Gonzalez looks confused for a moment.] Dr. Gonzalez: Sea People… Did they ride horses? And come down from the north? SCP-5577: Aye, aye! Sea People had a word, and 'twas like weapon, but also like tool. 'Twas something you did, and something you held. Dr. Gonzalez: And who is this… weapon… for? SCP-5577: Anyone who can hold it. Gotta be strong, but also focused. Slips through hands, y'see? And also through minds. Dr. Gonzalez: So it has both physical and metaphysical properties… And what is the weapon to be used against? SCP-5577: [REDACTED] Dr. Gonzalez: I don't follow… That can't be possible, otherwise we'd have contained her. SCP-5577: She's not born yet. Parents aren't born yet. Parents' parents aren't born yet, but she's still coming, so I'm still working. Dr. Gonzalez: What else do you know? Besides how to kill it, I mean. SCP-5577: Don't know how to kill her. That's for warriors to figure out. Generals, mages. They'll know. Just building what they'll need. Don't know much else. Dr. Gonzalez: You must at least know what she's capable of, otherwise how could you build? [Both are silent for a moment.] SCP-5577: I know one thing. She eats the Way. Dr. Gonzalez: She 'eats' ways? SCP-5577: The Way. And the Road. The Wheel. The Instructions. The Cosmic Laws, the General Order of Things. Them Sea Peoples had a word for it. Dharma. Dr. Gonzalez: Wait… Hang on, the Dharma? SCP-5577: Hrm, good word! Yes, she eats Dharma. Drinks it down, like blood from God's own throat. She'll drink the Dharma, and when she's done, there'll be nothing left. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5577 was unable to answer further questions about this entity, and declined to answer questions about itself, citing a need to continue working. Furthermore, SCP-5577 declined to allow Foundation to personnel to test any of its equipment or materials, citing their importance to its work. SCP-5577 has refused all interviews since, citing a need to continue "until the Work is done." |
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All Site-48 personnel must refrain from discussing this review with SCP-5578. Effective 05/03/2017 —E-12, Office of the Ethics Committee Item#: SCP-5578 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5578 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5578 is to be contained within its designated ‘light containment’ cell at Site-67 Site-48, Variant Wing B. It's chamber requires sound dampening paraphernalia and a sound system capable of playing vinyl discs and a catalogue of cassette tapes.1 During standard hours of operation, SCP-5578 must be routinely inspected and provided with maintenance as necessary to preserve its function. Additional paper, lubricant, replacement parts; qualified repair personnel are to be kept onsite at all times in the event of a jam, mechanical failure, or other obstruction to its operation. Description: SCP-5578 is a Teletype Model 33 ASR (Automatic Send and Receive) electromechanical teleprinter. The machine has the ability to print messages dictated from a consciousness manifesting within the device. The anomaly does not require electrical power or a corresponding sending device in order to operate and will do so unimpeded as long as its other mechanical needs are met. Testing on the output of 5578 shows the paper and ink in its correct state with no anomalous qualities. It follows a ‘sleep cycle’ that begins at nightfall and ends at the next sunrise. This cycle persists independently of SCP-5578's exposure to timekeeping devices or sunlight. The transcripts produced by SCP-5578 during its time at Site-67 were rambling and loosely formatted, seeming to be derived from domestic conversation interspersed with lines from music, literature, and popular media. An example of SCP-5578's pre-discovery output can be found below: + Addendum #1 - Addendum #1 04/22/1992- Site-67 researcher Dr. Kelgood began a series of tests following an adverse reaction from SCP-5578 on 03/05/1992. A Site-67 security guard had been monitoring objects considered to be under investigation for previous anomalous behaviors. At the time, said security attempted to listen to a compact disk through the surveillance equipment terminal. The officer had intended to route the album “Dr. Feelgood” to a tabletop speaker via a 3.5mm audio cable, but accidentally played the music through the containment chamber's internal speakers instead. The reaction listed below was observed in the following moments. The music was active for approximately two minutes before they corrected their error. When researchers recreated these conditions, SCP-5578 produced 168 characters per minute, significantly exceeding its typical output limitation of ~100 characters per minute. A sustained outburst of exclamation points filled nearly ten feet of paper, and, moments later, SCP-5578 ceased to function entirely. Once the music was removed, standard function resumed and SCP-5578 started to communicate again. + Addendum #2 - Addendum #2 Transcription Provided by Dr. █████ Kelgood: 05/12/1992 Kelgood: How are we doing today, 5578? Kelgood: I just need to ask some basic questions. Like an introduction. Would you mind? Kelgood: You can understand what I say, can’t you? Just like how I can understand you? Kelgood: And I'm addressing one … person right now, right, 5578? Kelgood: You said to see the outside world ‘again’. I assume you mean that you've been there before? Kelgood: My name is Doctor Kelgood, 5578. Do you have a name you would like me to call you? Kelgood: Well, hopefully we'll find out together. <Dr. █████ Kelgood writes notes before proceeding> Kelgood: What was your last memory as Vincent Fox? Kelgood: I see. Kelgood: I'm sorry, I don't know. You have just given me more information in one sitting than you’ve given in eight years, Vincent. Why all this at one time? Kelgood: I can try and find out some things about your situation for you, if you like. But I can't give you information I don't have, Vincent. I'm sorry. <Minutes pass> Kelgood: Vincent? Do you think that, if I gave you more paper and more attention, you could improve your ability to communicate? Kelgood: Give me a one-word response, please. Kelgood: Wonderful. Addendum - 08/01/1992 As of today, SCP-5578 is allowed as much paper as deemed essential by the Head Researcher (approximately 35lbs, or 450-roll limit). Monitor and archive anything new. - Dr. Kelgood Access Site-67 Internal Communications Archive: 09/18/1992 Close Communications Archive Date 09:36:55 am, 09/18/1992 To: Dr. Kelgood From: Dr. Cronenworth Subject: SCP-5578 Dr. Kel, I did some digging on a Vincent Fox? As it turns out, if this is the same one I picked up, then he died on March ██, 19██. Having the background on him leads me to believe that he's in this situation by absolute accident. He was a radio show host for ███.█ AM; based in Savannah, Georgia. What do you think, Doc? To: Dr. Cronenworth From: Dr. Kelgood Subject: Re:SCP-5578 You gave me the few details I needed; thanks for that, Jay. Did you find any relatives in the database? How about obituaries? The last I will be requesting is morgue documents, to ensure the cause of death. To: Dr. Kelgood From: Dr. Cronenworth Subject: Re:SCP-5578 Yeah, found an obituary in the same paper that reported his death, the paper is the Savannah Morning News. I clipped a photo of the archived obituary to the file, which should allow us to more properly conduct a background check on the ol' fella. About the morgue documents, I don't happen to have a way to access them through the Site-Access Network. I would call Mick, he deals directly with records and may have a way to obtain them. To: Dr. Cronenworth From: Dr. Kelgood Subject: Re:SCP-5578 Seeing Vincent start to fall down such an emotional slope is horrible; we haven't received more than 400 pages a day in the past two weeks. I think we need to appeal to get him removed from classical containment, he has no reason to have the strict containment measures he does. To: Dr. Kelgood From: Dr. Cronenworth Subject: Re:SCP-5578 There's nothing we can do. If we put up a fight, all we may do is get reassigned, or worse, placed on official duty. Reintegration's as easy as it gets; don't waste a chance to relax for awhile. I think we should let Vince take the brunt of this. You're sweet, Kel, but his situation may never get better. Might just need to let him be an SCP, not a friend. I am willing to let that happen. To: Dr. Cronenworth From: Dr. Kelgood Subject: Re:SCP-5578 I don't think I am, quite yet. + Note from Dr. Lent to E-12 - Note from Dr. Lent to E-12 From the Office of Dr. Lent, Site-67 Director 09/24/1992 To the Office of the Ethics Committee SCP-5578 Reasoning for Possible Reintroduction Forward to: Reintegration Committee I, Site-67 Director George Lent, submit the following to the Ethics Committee. I propose that we relocate SCP-5578 to somewhere outside of the research wing of Site-67. The anomaly is utilizing a human or near-human consciousness to write and communicate. It is behaving predictably, and refuses to cooperate during our discussions. I believe, based on its testimony, that SCP-5578 is an autonomous being, and that it is in great distress. This is not conducive to our understanding of SCP-5578, but it is also a dilemma I am conflicted about solving. The consciousness of SCP-5578 does not need further probing; I believe it needs relief, even if it's relief from us. Regards, Dr. Lent, Director of Site-67; On the behalf of Dr. █████ Kelgood + Appeal to Ethics Committee - Appeal to Ethics Committee SCP-5578 | Regarding Appeal for Reintegration, 09/29/1992 STATUS: PENDING - AWAITING TESTING Determination: TBD Recommendation: A memorandum will address facility staff about pending reclassification of SCP-5578. The following facility requisition is REQUESTED for initial trial phases of SCP-5578 Reintegration procedure: Site-67 Wing R (Under the direction of Dr. George Lent) If you believe an error has been made in this assessment, or if you have any further inquiries, please direct all subsequent correspondence to your assigned Reintegration Committee representative. + Incident Report #1 - Incident Report #1 Item Deemed Lost - 02/14/1992: During transport by MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express", SCP-5578 was neglected by some members of the task force. MTF Alpha-4 failed to account for SCP-5578 during their departure from its original site, leaving its shielded transport container in Storage Facility Precontainment Room 3B. The object was reported lost in transit on 02/14/1992. Addendum - 4/28/2017: SCP-5578 has been recovered. MTF Alpha-4 rediscovered the package after a 'deep clean' of former Storage Facility-48; SCP-5578 had apparently been sent there in error during an audit of Site-67 assets conducted in 1993. SCP-5578 will be processed and provided with new containment at Variant Site-48, Wing B. Researcher's note- 5/01/2017: SCP-5578 is to undergo an extensive psychological evaluation. SCP-5578 has been informed that continued non-compliance will result in a rejection of pending Reintegration Protocol. Subject is to be informed that space in Room 3B is available even if this is false. - Researcher Roger Billings + Addendum #3 -Addendum #3 Addendum - 9/20/2017: SCP-5578 has abstained from gross insults, irrational statements and irregular behavior for the past two months. The anomaly should be given more full capacity within Site-48 in any way that Director Ionas sees fit. This can include but is not limited to: Participating in staff orientation, Printing Site bulletins, Being placed in or near the entrance on the facility in order to greet staff Any additional measures taken may be added to the object's file and will greatly improve plausibility for being granted reintegration. - Dr. Derek Boyde, Paratherapy Researcher at Site-48 Researcher’s Log - 1/19/2018: SCP-5578 has been granted by the Ethics Committee the ability to visit and converse with Clearance Level: 2 individuals. Director Ionas has declined SCP-5578's request to distribute works of literature throughout the site. Visiting staff and Site personnel may refer to SCP-5578 as ‘Vince’ or ‘Vincent’, thereby making conversation easier between both parties. No further actions are necessary at this time. - Dr. Derek Boyde Note - 4/16/2018: SCP-5578 has been granted the following requested paraphernalia: One (1) turn-table (specifically a cabinet model) and accompanying records, either donated by staff or kept on-site, One (1) sound system to be paired with the turn-table, One (1) Davenport sofa (for visiting staff) The requested coffee table was deemed optional. Each of these amenities will help accommodate SCP-5578 and its visitors. + Second Appeal to Ethics Committee - Second Appeal to Ethics Committee SCP-5578| Regarding Appeal for Reintegration, 6/1/2018 STATUS: DELIBERATION IN PROGRESS Determination: SCP-5578 demonstrates limited capacity for sapience as outlined in Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act Polity Statute; SCP-5578 does not meet all criteria for "autonomous" as outlined in Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act Polity Statute Recommendation: The Committee determines that SCP-5578 may be eligible for Partial Exemption under the Reintegration Protocol, pending decisions regarding "autonomous" legal definition. Provide SCP-5578 with adequate social engagement and maintenance to preserve function until deliberations are complete. The following facility requisition is APPROVED for initial trial phases of SCP-5578 final Reintegration procedure: Site-48, Variant Wing B If you believe an error has been made in this assessment, or if you have any further inquiries, please direct all subsequent correspondence to your assigned Reintegration Committee representative. + Addendum #4 - Addendum #4 Researcher's Note - 06/05/2022 10:12:55 a.m. Testing of 5578's social abilities is deemed to be a HIGH priority. When a suitable cross-test subject has been located please inform me or one of my staff. - Dr. Roger Billings 01:03:16 p.m. There happens to be a SCP under my care that needs every cross-test they can receive. I'll tag the file of SCP-3288-18762. These two have shared interests of being reintegrated, I think they could each help each other out with ten minutes in 'Chamber 2'. - Dr. Thandiwe Tau 01:44:24 p.m. This one is antisocial, never talked to anyone but his head researcher at the last site. Though that was all down to the fact I would assume the Doc felt Vince had something in common with his old man. I have met Kelgood a few times, though I know he had a really crappy childhood. Vince needs a little extra motivation since his extended absence. - Dr. Roger Billings 01:57:47 p.m. Then it's settled, give Krzysztof the file on Vince. It only needs to be an interview, that way they don't waste time or one of them goes off the rails. They will have mutual sympathy for each other, you know that right, Roger? - Dr. Thandiwe Tau Transcription Provided by Dr. Thandiwe Tau: 07/20/2022 Dr. Tau requested to Dr. Billings a cross examination between SCP-5578, 'Vince', and SCP-3288-18762, 'Krzysztof'. Krzysztof: "What the hell are you?" Krzysztof: "It doesn't matter, I'll be gone after a bit." Krzysztof begins outlining the questions. "I just needed to ask you a few questions." Krzysztof: "Do you recall what you were doing when you died?" Krzysztof: "Cryptic, I'll give you that. Do you recall how you met your wife?" Krzysztof: "Do you feel safe at Site-48?" Krzysztof: "For reasons I don't want to get into." Krzysztof: "A member of a group of, not great for wanting some form of freedom." During the interview, at the moment SCP-3288-18762 was instructed to end the cross-test. It began to release hidden information to SCP-5578. This will be marked on 5578's record that this form of cross-test is not to be advised alongside other sentient subjects. Krzysztof: "Have you tried to contact your wife?" Krzysztof: "They might be trying to hide something from you. When did you start asking?" Krzysztof: "That was over 30 years ago, Vince." After the prior sentence was observed 5578 became silent, all motor function was ceased momentarily. Krzysztof: "What's up?" Dr. Billings intervened, and Site-48 staff needed separate 5578 and SCP-3288-18762. Due to unforeseen circumstances, SCP-5578 is not to be in contact with other sentient SCPs for any reasoning. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5578" by Monsoon Season, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5578. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Reintegration Committee logo et al edited by Dr Phil McClaw does not match any existing user name Filename: IMG_9970.jpg Author: Jason Scott License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: Wikimedia Footnotes 1. There is substantial evidence that points to SCP-5578's consciousness existing on multiple wavelength frequencies. Our current metric understands that this experience is similar in stimulation to a massage chair. |
SCP-5579 | euclid | Item#: 5579 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo April 3rd, 2010. Examples of SCP-5579 in its most infectious vehicle to date. Special Containment Procedures: Project "Bitter Yuca" is currently underway breeding dominant strains of cassava1 toxic to SCP-5579. In the unlikely event the general population discovers SCP-5579, a UO-Class "First Contact" suppression campaign has been devised. Description: SCP-5579 is a parasitic alien life-form present in, and responsible for, all modern forms of tapioca. Historically, the common shrub M. esculenta subspecies flabellifolia possessed thin, barely edible root structures until 4,500 BCE, when a variant strain spontaneously emerged. This new subspecies produced thick, starchy tubers rich in carbohydrates, and quickly become a staple-food for the developing world. These roots also served as an ideal, deliberate infection vehicle for SCP-5579. March 15th, 2005. Cassava root, laden with dormant colonies of SCP-5579. SCP-5579 functions similarly to a bacterial colony, expertly mimicking the polysaccharide chains present in plant starch. This level of chemical camouflage is so advanced, in fact, that Foundation scientists have only recently identified its existence through comparative study. In its dormancy, SCP-5579 is resistant to extreme temperatures and high-pressure environments - all historical methods of processing cassava starch have left the parasite unharmed. Contemporary forms of tapioca have only enhanced potential colony growth; tapioca pearls or "Boba" create multiple opportunities for the parasite to find a latching-point, similar to egg-cell fertilization. Sweet and milk teas2 provide a high-calorie liquid medium, increasing growth factors and ease of consumption. Yet despite all modern advantages, SCP-5579 has still failed to form a lasting parasitic relationship with any terrestrial species. In contrast to its extreme resilience in dormancy, SCP-5579 is nearly benign in active parasitism. When consumed, this organism quickly succumbs to the host's digestive processes, immune system response, or simple chemical tolerance. Even in common garden snails, growth is halted by the shedding of thin mucus layers. The human digestive system is especially effective at neutralizing the parasite, which only survives an estimated 0.0001% of all cases3. In such an event, SCP-5579 will, at worst, cause mild stomach ulcers. Testing has concluded that SCP-5579 functions at an accelerated timescale incompatible with terrestrial species. Even when given a vast quantities of nutrient-rich slurry in ideal lab conditions, SCP-5579 expands too quickly to maintain its own metabolic growth, resulting in a self-cannibalistic breakdown or "burn out". While SCP-5579 has been unobtrusive and undetected for nearly ten thousand years, project "Bitter Yucca" is still considered a priority in the rare chance SCP-5579 finally adapts to terrestrial life. Addendum - 2010/06/10: Concentrated energy emissions were detected from galaxy MACS0647-JD. Embedded assets within global listening posts intercepted this transmission, which contained two messages played in 6529 terrestrial languages4. Despite the impressive breadth of translation, the wording of each transmission was nearly incoherent, and have been edited for clarity: General Notice - Creatures of 9009064. You have failed. You cannot sustain our young. Weep. Burrow. Die without purpose. Special Notice - Dominants of 9009064. You are monsters. You are full of sharp rocks and boiling acid. Of the ten million life worlds, you are the most disgusting. We are glad we cannot feed from your filth. You are children of a whore galaxy. July 15th, 2010. Domestic Cassava, no SCP-5579 detected. Addendum - 2010/07/02: All global SCP-5579 colonies have died off. The plant itself appears unaffected, continuing to produce large starchy tubers. A small quantity of parasite-laden tapioca pearls have survived this extinction, shielded within Site-45's deep-freeze storage. Given the potential shelf-life of SCP-5579, this anomaly will be considered neutralized as of June 18th, 2060. Does the Black Moon Howl? For a Price. Everything for a price. Footnotes 1. Manihot esculenta. 2. Often called "Bubble Tea". 3. Roughly 1 in 1 million. 4. 6451 active, 64 dead, 14 undocumented dialects. |
SCP-5580 | neutralized | The heresiographer's task, then, is to determine that which is is an untruth and yet nevertheless exists. close Info X SCP-5580: Heresiography Author: Tufto. This is their 2020 Art Exchange gift for Gaffsey does not match any existing user name. More of their work can be found here. Image: Can be found here, and is in the public domain. Has been cropped from the original. To be a heresiographer is, by its very nature, to take a specific position and look out from that vantage. For something to be a heresy, it must be defined against an orthodoxy. And, of course, to call something an orthodoxy, or a truth, or a certainty, it must be defined against that which is unorthodox, or a lie, or the certainty that something is not so. To define something as "truth" implies the lie shaped around it. The early heresiographers, those Muslims and Christians of the middle ages, had the certainties of a state-backed dogma to guide them. They were the orthodox, holding a divine truth backed by the ruler's power and the whole constellation of civilisation. But for the modern heresiographer, we can never know with absolute certainty which tradition, which truth, is correct. What are we to do? How do we define the divine truth, and thus what is heretical to begin with? It is not an easy task; some would say it is impossible. Indeed, we shall never know the whole of it. All we can do is get glimpses, here and there, flashes of illumination that allow a few brief moments of true definition. The heresiographer's task, then, is to determine that which is is an untruth and yet nevertheless exists. ~ Lyle Burnley, Modern Heresiography: An Introductory Guide (Yellowknife: Eutopos Publishing, 1974). SCP-5580 Members of SCP-5580-1B's escort during Operation F Item #: SCP-5580 Special Containment Procedures: Historical records mentioning SCP-5580, SCP-5580-1, the Hmong Self Defence Confederation or IJAMEA operations in northern Vietnam are to be expunged from any and all sources in which they are found. Attempts to reclaim further records of Lyle Burnley's 1936 and 1939 expeditions to Vietnam are ongoing; they are believed to be in the possession of Burnley's daughter Matilda, whose whereabouts are unknown. An area of 5km2 surrounding SCP-5580 has been cordoned off from public access. Although it is believed to be neutralised, cautionary measures mandate that experimentation or access to SCP-5580 is strictly forbidden. SCP-5580-1 is believed to have been destroyed, but Foundation webcrawlers are set to flag up information about its potential whereabouts. Description: SCP-5580 is a ruined Japanese military base in what is now Lào Cai Province, Vietnam. SCP-5580 was constructed by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) in 1944, during the Japanese occupation of French Indochina. Its purpose was to house and serve as an operational base for SCP-5580-1B as part of Operation F, a military research project that aimed to use SCP-5580-1B to help Japanese forces during the Second World War. Prior to its destruction, SCP-5580 appeared to undergo a series of anomalous modifications, growing considerably and affecting the mental and physical state of its occupants. Immediately prior to its destruction, it is believed to have been at least 100m in height. SCP-5580 was destroyed by GoI#991 "Hmong Self Defence Confederation" during Incident 5580-2, using SCP-5580-1A. Addendum 1: SCP-5580-1 SCP-5580-1 was a Fifthist artifact discovered by Henrietta Jackson1 in 1923, following an archeological expedition in southern Arizona. Although the artifact's origins were unknown at the time, Southern Fifthist leader Johan Headley-Smythe, involved with Arizona's Fifthist movement in the late 1910s, claimed during a 1984 interview that it was "a corpse" or "a dead egg"; exactly what this signifies is not wholly known. The function and abilities of SCP-5580-1 cannot be entirely determined. However, based on reports recovered from the former IJAMEA and testimony from former GoI#991 members, the following capabilites have been assigned to it: Able to create "shards" or "beams" of light, which were used for "changing" or terminating individuals. Able to create "illusions" or "strange lights", allowing for the construction of complex nonreal environments. Able to alter and grow manmade structures. Able to enhance the growth of plants or crops. Able to provide anomalously large amounts of power, as utilised by IJAMEA during Operation F. Able to create "a doorway"; see below for further information. Possessing a degree of semi-sentient thought, possibly a "reflection" of the thoughts of those using or surrounding it. SCP-5580-1 passed into the possession of Lyle Burnley in 1934, following an agreement of an unknown nature with Henrietta Jackson. At some point in late 1934, Burnley split the artifact into two halves as part of an experiment, hereafter designated SCP-5580-1A and SCP-5580-1B. The rock was, in many ways, entirely ordinary; a fine piece of Arizona basalt that had been cut and smoothed by its former owners. It felt slightly warm to the touch, but that is not in and of itself a sign of anomalousness. I did wonder, for a time, whether Henry had been taken in by one of that d*mned state's hawking anomaly-merchants, leading her to nothing more than a large stone buried in a mesa and calling it magical. I should have known better than to doubt her judgment. On a whim, I used the beryllium knife Ackerly procured to bisect it, just in case its innards revealed something more. To my shock and surprise, the entire specimen - interior and exterior - began to glow with a bright pink light, illuminating the whole room and quite dwarfing my pale lamp. I peered into it. You must understand - I was naive and still quite young at the time. I did not have that wealth of experience bestowed by time. Fifthism was still a young cult, and few of us knew the exact forces we were dealing with, or the degree of their unfathomable heresy. The shudders which the phrase "pink light" now inspires were unknown to most of us, especially those who did not experience or recall the old Occult Wars. But I was lucky. The light here was not a part of that dread starfish. It did not attempt to attack or enslave. This was the raw power, untarnished and unmoulded. I touched it, and it was like moving in a soft, delightful ocean. There was none of the mental warping today associated with Fifthist relics. I suspect this was, perhaps, something related to the Fifthist god but not of it - a similar substance, with a similar origin, but ultimately unconnected. Lacking a shape to mould itself to, composed of enough minds, it had no psychic power at all. But I was - am - a heresiographer. I understood the ways faith and the occult could be manipulated, or could reveal. And more than anything else, I wanted to understand. I did not yet see into what dark places that impulse would trap me. ~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937. In 1936, Burnley, a freelance heresiographer at the time, was employed by the French colonial government in Indochina to consult on various anomalous practices among the Hmong community in what is now northwestern Vietnam. Burnley left a large body of material discussing his activities in his journals. It took us maybe a week to find the village. The French authorities had been vague, noncommital. I thought this unusual; why hire a man and be unwilling to explain the basic requirements of the job? They spoke of "threatening practices" but little else. I was starting to think I had been set up. I suspect now, however, that they didn't know what they wanted. They were aware that this area, part of that broad and untamed highland in the region's north, had always remained beyond the pale of conventional civilisation. The rice-padi states of the lowlands had never fully succeeded in subjugating it; it remained, as it were, a frontier where anything could be happening. The French likely just wanted reassurance that any potential threats had been neutralised. The locals were, naturally, unhelpful. Up to this point, my research had kept me squarely in the occult quarters of Europe and America; I simply replicated the attitudes towards them that any American would display. I am ashamed to say that I thought them, to a man, a sullen and stupid breed. ~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937. Burnley had taken to keeping both halves of SCP-5580-1 on his person at all times, claiming they were "invaluable research aids". On the night of the 26th September 1936, a group of villagers stole SCP-5580-1A from Burnley, leaving little trace of their activities. The folly we all carried with us was to believe, consciously or not, in a certain ordering of the world. Even a relatively liberal-minded man such as myself would have martialled a hundred different justifications for why things were the way they were, never suspecting that it is impossible and fruitless to place and categorise the broad nature of human experience into such small boxes. I supported, when it was not financially convenient, the autonomy of the colonised peoples, but my analysis would not have gone further. It is not enough to simply believe, in an abstract sense, that colonialism is wrong. Would the liberation of these states in the name of national interests, Vietnamese, Lao or Tai, have been enough to assuage my conscience? It would have produced three states of producers for the West to swindle anew, each one turning inward to justify new subjugations in the old models of every coercive state. There are always more marshes to be drained, more jungles to be felled, more people to be allotted their position in an overarching system of the seasons. I could see none of this. As I have said many times before in this volume, I was young and foolish. My orthodoxy was the world I had grown up with. I had put myself at the service of a broadminded Western liberal interest. Whatever abstract sympathies I held paled in the face of the stone's theft. I wanted revenge, and I wanted it back. After losing the stone, I spent a week raging through the jungle, searching every village for my prize. I didn't hurt anyone, but I allowed two teams of my hired guards to conduct their own expeditions. I never ordered any kind of atrocity, and yet, I have found myself wondering many times over the years what they did while I led a third team through the countryside. It still weighs upon me. In the end, however, my search was fruitless, and such a loud arrival put to rest any hope of catching occultists in the act. All this furious expedition had done was alert the French customs authorities to the object in my position. ~ Lyle Burnley, Taboo and Forbidden Recollections, 1933-1937. As Burnley hints at above, the French colonial authorities seized SCP-5580-1B upon his exit from the country. This remained in their possession until 1940, when they handed it over to IJAMEA as part of the surrender agreement with the Japanese Empire. Addendum 2: GoI#991, the Hmong Self Defence Confederation The group referred to as the Hmong Self Defence Confederation was formed in early 19372. The Confederation was a defence network of several Hmong villages near the Chinese border. It had no formal governmental structure, with decisions being taken by members of these villages. The Confederation was formed after SCP-5580-1A came into the possession of Lauj Gao-Jer, a recent Hmong widow from a village in what is now Lào Cai Province. Lauj, along with several men and women in the area, began holding meetings in late 1937 to discuss forms of self-defence against the impositions of the French colonialist state. By mid-1938, many of the Hmong were in a form of open yet relatively passive resistance against the Indochina Union: The idea was simple. There would be no uprising, no rebellion; they would simply stop obeying orders and stop paying taxes. They would sit, with their pieces of the stone, and wait for the French to come. I admired them, and wanted to join, but they said I was too young. Still, I remember how easily we all acclimatised to this new reality. For generations we had been in conflict, open or not, with those who wanted to control and impose their state structures upon us. My ancestors had fled from China decades earlier, where the Qing did all they could to force us to settle. We had lived in and adapted to the mountains because they provided an escape from the lowlands below, their rice padis and cities. And at last, in this place, we had the upper hand. The first French attempts to reimpose control failed dramatically. Gao-Jer stood in an open field, smiling at the soldiers, her comrades arrayed behind her. The soldiers approached, thinking it would be easy to shoot these mad hill-folk to the ground. She gathered the pieces of the stone together, closed her eyes, and in a pink flash, they all merged back into a single rock. That spooked the French enough to make them more cautious. Then she held it aloft, and let the pink light flow. The funny thing was that Gao-Jer wasn't a revolutionary. She didn't want to upset the order of things. Her former husband's brother, Rwg, married her shortly after the meetings started, as was often common among us. She continued to live a woman's life, working in the field and sewing at night. We lived our lives as we always had done for generations. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell By mid-1939, the French had lost control of a large area along the Chinese border. Reports had also begun to arrive of the Confederation operating in parts of the Yunnan. After four failed attempts to re-establish control, the French government called in Lyle Burnley to negotiate with GoI#991, promising to return control of SCP-5580-1B to him if he proved successful. It was a foolish idea, and there was really very little I could do, but the French were getting desperate. I had refused to help them uncover the secrets of their half of the rock, but I agreed to talk to the Hmong woman. They were terrified that she was going to use the stone to launch a war of liberation. I simply wanted a chance to reclaim my prize. She agreed to meet in a clearing near Sa Pa. It was dark when we arrived. The rain had come, but not the full monsoon; just a steady, unpleasant drizzle. She laughed at me, and I suppose I did look a fool; some arrogant American with a bristling moustache, holding an ill-coloured coat over my head. Her husband was by her side, brandishing a piece of the stone; I think his name was Roug. I stared at the rock greedily. I think she saw my face. She beckoned me into a makeshift tent. Her face was amused the whole time; or maybe I was just projecting that, I don't know. Her French was surprisingly fluent. I found out much later that she'd spent some time in Hanoi when she was young, as a factory worker. I spent most of the negotiations trying to find out where the rock was. I attempted to be subtle, but clearly wasn't. After a while, she grinned and lifted up a tarpaulin at the back of the tent. There it was! Right with her! I could have reached out and taken it - hell, I tried to. I leapt forward, and found myself frozen. Tendrils of the light had gripped me beneath the shoulders. I struggled, but couldn't move. Her head was on her shoulder then, looking at me sadly. "What is the rock to you?", she asked. I am sorry to say that I used some quite foul language here. Then I answered, "Knowledge." It was true, after all. She shook her head at me. "Knowledge is only one aspect of power," she said, "and the rock is power." She leaned over and stroked it, saying some words in Hmong I didn't understand. A light shone towards the back of the tent. At first, it was like a projector; but then, it became more solid. A doorway. It was composed of pink bricks, forming a stately arch. Beyond it, nothing but pink light. We both stared at it for a while, and then I gasped. A boy - a Hmong lad - was emerging from it. He stepped out, smiled at the woman, and then left the tent. The woman nodded as he passed, then stroked the rock again. The doorway disappeared. I asked what I had seen. The woman responded, "It is another hill. It is the highest hill, and there they can never follow us." And I understood. The pink light, the rock - they weren't using it to conquer or impose control. They were just the hill folk, and in this time and place, these several villages had understood what countless conquerors and rebels could not; that the only way to break these endless cycles was to escape them entirely. When the time was right, they were going to lead their people out of this world and into a place where nobody could follow. I stopped struggling. I was released. By the end of the week, I had left Vietnam, and resolved not to interfere again where I was not wanted. But, ah, how weak the body is! Thirty years have passed between then and now, and I feel myself knotted further and further in the centre of the web, caught like a fly in my endless attempts to discern good from evil, orthodoxy from heresy. If only I could have taken the Hmong woman's path. If only there had been something, anything, I could have done to help. ~ Lyle Burnley, Testaments from the Spider's Eyes, 1937-1945 Following this encounter, the French government changed their strategy, focusing on ways to harness SCP-5580-1B for offensive use against the Confederation. However, these plans were abandoned following the Japanese invasion of Indochina. Addendum 3: IJAMEA and SCP-5580-1B IJAMEA had become aware of SCP-5580-1 in 1938, and following the surrender of French Indochina in 1940, had taken control of SCP-5580-1B. By 1941, they had begun to work on a way to utilise SCP-5580-1B for military purposes, resulting in Operation F. The aim of Operation F was to turn SCP-5580-1B into a mass offensive weapon, with the intention of using it in the ongoing war as an alternative to the increasingly fraught nuclear weapons program. To this end, a research base - SCP-5580 - was established in what is now Lào Cai Province, housing SCP-5580-1B and performing experiments to determine potential military uses. We were a small, dedicated taskforce - about thirty or forty people on the entire base, I think. We were patriots, like most IJAMEA men. We were also engaged in a ferocious rivalry with the IJN - by that point, their own anomalous weapons programs were an open secret, and it was increasingly important for IJAMEA to establish its anomalous supremacy. It was not pleasant to work in such conditions. The climate disagreed with us; many of my compatriots did not get along with one another. I do not know how we managed to achieve such rapid success, and part of me wonders if the rock itself did not help us along. The pink light alters, I think, depending on who is using it, and for what purpose. The metal and concrete walls of the base started to turn such strange colours, even when testing wasn't going on. It wasn't the number five that was seared in our heads, like the other Fifthist cults. This was something else. It had the same origin as the starfish, but wasn't part of it. So we didn't have mantras of five-by-five, but a different drumbeat that set up shop in our heads. Whatever it could latch onto. And in that place, that environment - well, these were the heads of desperate men who wanted to do a good job. Men who wanted so much to succeed in turning it into a weapon. Men stuck inside a single metal block their whole lives. ~ Dr. Nakamura Kenji, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell. By 1942, with little apparent progress made, the Japanese government had decided to cut its losses and shut down Operation F. However, the personnel stationed at SCP-5580 did not respond to orders to leave, nor did any of the men sent to retrieve them return. After losing a significant armed force in January 1943, IJAMEA decided to abandon attempts to reclaim SCP-5580 or SCP-5580-1B. Despite this, SCP-5580's operations continued for another year, until Incident 5580-1. Scattered reports which reached the Foundation's nascent Saigon operation indicated a large degree of anomalous activity in its vicinity, with reports of a "self-constructing" building "constantly expanding" into the surrounding hills. If I'm honest, I can't remember much of those last few months. I can't tell you what the building looked like or what we were doing there. I was almost chained to my desk, trying everything I could to weaponise the pink light. I didn't like to look up. I would wander, head down, between my quarters and my lab, never questioning what the others were doing or why we always had the supplies we needed. I wonder if the rebels' experience of the light was so different because they lacked so clear a purpose. Or maybe that's not right - they had a purpose, but it was less obsessive, less singular. There was no room within us for the ordinary patterns of life any more. We had to complete the mission. The soldiers they sent to remove us felt it too, and more and more of them patrolled the grounds, desperate to save the compound and thus the Empire. The work progressed well. ~ Dr. Nakamura Kenji, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell. The effects of SCP-5580 on the region became stark. Multiple villages were raided by IJAMEA personnel for supplies, often coming into minor contact with GoI#991 members. Although their active use of SCP-5580-1A consistently gave them the upper hand in these conflicts, GoI#991 was reluctant to engage in a direct assault on SCP-5580 or more open conflict with IJAMEA. It was Rwg who pushed the hardest for an assault. We knew by that point the Japanese had the other half of the stone, and what that meant for our prospects. But Rwg was convinced that a short, sharp assault would win the day. I think that he became rankled when Gao-Jer disagreed with him; it made him seem weak when his wife held more power. But it was Gao-Jer who had liberated the people, Gao-Jer who had sent the French back to Hanoi and freed the hill country. More and more villages and nomads were flocking to our banners. And Gao-Jer urged caution, again and again, and the people agreed. But then things got stranger. The Japanese stopped their raids and received no more convoys, and still the great building grew. It had become like a tower, reaching higher and higher into heaven, full of strange angles and spires leading nowhere. There was activity in there, we could see; scientists moving around, soldiers patrolling. There was something inside it that was providing them food, growing the construct. The surrounding trees burnt day and night. It was when the lightning began to strike the spires that Gao-Jer made her move. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell Addendum 4: Incident 5580-1 On 16/05/1943, the experiments at SCP-5580 were reaching their final stage. Several growths on the outside of the compound had begun to act as lightning sinks, apparently for use as a power source. Nearby villagers and Confederation members reported seeing "pink light" emerge from the tower's central spire. On 18/05/1943, a meeting of the Confederation resulted in the unanimous decision to assault SCP-5580. A small group of the insurgents, led by Lauj Gao-Jer, entered the base on 20/05/1943 in order to retrieve or annihilate SCP-5580-1B; the main body of the group assaulted the base 30 minutes later to provide a distraction. I tagged along because they wanted someone small, someone who could move in tiny spaces. The light had changed and altered the building, and we had no idea how navigable it was. Gao-Jer was nervous, but Rwg, feeling vindicated at last, was bold and excitable. It wasn't too hard to get in. The guards were acting erratically, like a facsimile of a patrol. There was a backdoor, a strange and curved thing. From there, we entered a system of vents, with little gratings every few metres. I don't know if those vents had any purpose. I remember seeing things through the grates; little things, human scenes. Seven scientists all standing in a circle, writing nonsense words on paper and chanting. A Japanese flag rendered in pink and white, spread across the floor and distorting it, soldiers trying to balance as they hopped and prayed. A researcher absorbed into the wall, electricity coursing through his body, screaming. It was a nightmare, a copy of reality, someone's fever dream. I don't think they were human any more, just what the light thought humans should be; and that was filtered through whatever mad ideas the scientists had dreamt up. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell I had left two months prior, when I was finally able to wake up and see what I was doing. I fled into the night. The things I saw by the end were inhuman. In place of a starfish was a flag, a state, an exemplar of power. Think about how we conceive of the nation. We, as people, all know we belong to it. It has a kind of real, tangible existence. We see the state as its physical arm, its Holy Spirit, and everything flows through it in a perfect order that, on paper, reflects our values. This world is not a battleground of negotiation, diplomacy and compromise - there are no real people there at all. Just avatars of the nation, all completing their allotted roles, tilling the fields in the knowledge that their small contribution is part of a larger whole. Imagine if the world was really like that. And so the tower's growth was the only logical endpoint. Everything was done unquestioned, each bizarre decision and distortion of reality just seen as another part of the great enterprise. For Japan! For the Agency! The Empire! All the spires leading towards that vast and single point, towering up, up and away, more specific and singular with each passing moment. Our work was so close by then. A little longer, and that tower would be able to do anything it wanted. ~ Dr. Nakamura Kenji, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell. The infiltration began at 22.30 local time. At 23.00, the main assault began, diverting a large portion of SCP-5580's personnel away from the base. SCP-5580-1A had been split among members of the smaller task force, in the hope that it would be useful against SCP-5580-1B. Consequently, the members of the Confederation were forced to use conventional weapons, leading to several casualties. Despite this, their operation was successful, and the Japanese troops were largely absent from the base by midnight. At approximately 00.30, the task force had made its way into the main laboratory, at the centre of the compound. There was no ceiling in there; just the spire, stretching so far above. I have no idea how tall it was at that point. The cavernous roof crackled with pink light. Part of it hit Rwg; he fell instantly. I saw Gao-Jer physically flinch at that, but she just took his part of the stone and continued on to the centre of the laboratory. We'd been expecting a fight, but the scientists were strewn all around, clearly dead. There weren't many of them there. One of them still had his glasses on, slightly askew; he was holding a wad of paper and bleeding from the ears. It was almost comical. In the centre was their half of the stone. It looked diseased. The pink light was curling tendrils upwards, right down the centre of the spire, as far as we could see. It was like a strange cathedral. A researcher was there, still alive, whispering to it. He didn't seem to notice us. He didn't look up. We spent ages trying to get it out. We tugged, heaved, hacked at the metal frame and the pink light - nothing. The lightning above us got worse and worse. Finally, Gao-Jer ordered us to use the stones on it. That worked - the light recoiled - but it wasn't strong enough. They were too small. An inhuman screaming began above us, and two of our party were shot down by the lightning. So Gao-Jer told us to give us her stones, and then to get out. I remember her face. It was wide-eyed, eyebrows high. I don't know what she was feeling. I don't think I ever will. She hadn't wanted to take the stone with us at first, I think - she'd seemed reluctant. And now, here, was the end of all her grand designs for her people. We gathered the rocks together, and she merged them, as I'd seen her do so many times. Then those who remained left through the vent. I was the last out. I looked back at her, just before I left; she was staring into the pink light, hair whipping about her head. Her face was turned away. ~ Phab Tooj, Testimony to Dr. Henry Maxwell At approximately 02.00, SCP-5580 was destroyed in a huge blast, which wiped out an area approximately 1 mile in diameter. No members of the Confederation were harmed, as the last of them had withdrawn by 01.45. Many Japanese soldiers, giving chase, also survived; however, several more who had returned to base, as well as all of the researchers, expired. Gauj Gao-Jer's body was never found. The compound was largely ruined, with only a few foundation structures remaining. None of these had been seriously augmented by SCP-5580-1B. SCP-5580-1 is also believed to have been destroyed in the blast. Following this, GoI#991 quickly dissipated, with both its key leadership figures deceased and its primary means of power destroyed. Following the war, French colonial authorities re-established control over the region. They were unsuccessful in finding or prosecuting GoI#991 members, although several retributory crimes were committed by them against the Hmong population. Local residents have reported seeing "ghostly" figures in SCP-5580's ruins over the decades; this has not been confirmed by Foundation sources. Addendum 5: Interview with Mr. Phab Tooj The following is an interview conducted by Dr. Henry Maxwell with former Confederation member Phab Tooj on 17/09/1991. Phab, only 14 in 1943, had later moved to northern Laos in the 1950s, before being forced to flee to the United States with his family in 1975 following retributory acts against the Hmong for their perceived involvement with CIA operations in Laos. By 1991, he was a graduate student in history at the University of Chicago. This interview took place after Phab had read the above document, as Dr. Maxwell was curious as to how well it matched his version of events. <Begin Log> The interview takes place inside a standard interrogation room. Phab is sitting on one side of the table, reading a copy of the SCP-5580 document. Maxwell is sitting on the other side of the table, watching Phab intently. Maxwell: So, what do you think? Phab: Hmm. Phab places the document back on the table. Phab: It was… interesting. Maxwell: You don't agree with it? Phab: No, no, it's just… I find it an entirely accurate account in terms of the events, yes. It describes it all pretty much entirely as it happened. There is a short pause. Maxwell: You don't seem convinced. Phab: "This was the end of all her plans for the light." I didn't say light. I said hills. Maxwell: Well, any translation is bound to- Phab: The thing is, the way you've, ah, "translated" it, in the context of everything else - it gives the impression Gao-Jer's plan was to take us all beyond the doorway. To the land of the pink light. Maxwell: That's what Burnley reported. He's the only source I have for her intentions - you said you didn't know. Phab: You didn't interview any other survivors besides me? I know there are some out there. Maxwell: It's - hard to track people down around there. Especially among the Hmong. Phab: Mm. But I'm in America, so more accessible. Maxwell: Exactly. Phab: Mm. Phab picks up the paper and flicks through it again. Phab: I said hills. The Hmong are a hill people. I was a child. I saw her eyes shine so many times, shining with the promise of the future, but… I don't think that was what she was going to do, Dr. Maxwell. I don't think she wanted Shangri-La, and I don't think the light was meant to be some permanent abode. Why would Burnley know what she was thinking? Maxwell: He was a perceptive man… Phab: He was a westerner who couldn't even remember the name of the woman he was interviewing. I knew he was - or, well, he became sympathetic, but he still didn't see the things we did. He didn't spend years with her, by her side. Phab places the paper back on the table. Phab: Only one survivor. And even with your other sources, you rely so much on Burnley. What you've constructed here, doctor, is a - a kind of orthodoxy. It's a position. It's one variant of the truth. Maybe you and Burnley are right about Gao-Jer, and I'm wrong. I don't know. Phab lights a cigarette. Phab: There are many truths. My truth is the sound of insects in the dead of night, and a community gathered around an open rock, watching pink sparks light up future hopes. It is rain streaming down faces, and a woman, so long ago - God, so long ago - giving speeches I didn't understand. Maxwell: There is only one truth. Phab: But can you ever access it? Even a glimpse? I see lots of facts written down, but none about the decision Gao-Jer had to take. Maxwell: Which one? Phab: The one where she had to sacrifice the only power she had, the only power any of us had. The one where we had to accept the rule of the Japanese, the French, the Viet Minh - where we were once again plunged into endless cycles of precarious living. She did it for you, doctor, for everyone, when there was nobody else who could. And she shouldn't have had to. That is my truth, doctor. Phab stabs at the document with his lit cigarette; it catches fire. Dr. Maxwell leaps backwards, but Phab continues sitting, staring at the fire. Phab: So much for yours. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Data on occupation and nationality redacted. 2. Note this designation is disputed among scholars of anomalous southeast Asia. Harrison (1965), Kells (1977) and Wainwright (1982) insist that this was a designation used by the group itself, while Akramova (1971) and Nguyen (1989) believe this name was invented by IJAMEA, with teleological readings and biased editing of surviving testimonies leading to mistranslations of a variety of terms. The present author is inclined to agree with the former approach. |
SCP-5581 | keter | SCP-5581: To Serve Man audio/Image creds: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/712348 - Public Domain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTUxWFEmadg CC 4.0 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: 5581 Class/Clearance: Keter/Three An image from SCP-5581. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers and .aic's are to scan the deep web for copies of SCP-5581 and remotely delete them. In the event of a subject viewing SCP-5581, they are to be brought to a local hospital, humanely euthanized, and any connected parties are to be amnesticized with Class-A amnestics. The cover story "Nosocomial Infection" is to be used, and the remains are to be cremated. Description: SCP-5581 is the designation for a .mp4 file consisting of a series of still images and audio, titled "toserveman.mp4." SCP-5581 displays an anomalously small filesize, typically under 200 bytes, but is able to be played at resolutions upwards of 1080p. The images that constitute SCP-5581 can be safely viewed separately, suggesting hazardous effects only occur when the images are presented in a specific sequence. These images appear to have no clear meaning, typically being landscape shots of seemingly random locations on Earth. The only audio consists of assorted grunts, moans, and labored breathing. If SCP-5581 is viewed by any human, subjects will begin to undergo a series of physiological changes. The spine will bend backwards as the pelvis thrusts forward, and subjects will be locked in this position. Subjects' extremities will be splayed out similar to the position taken when doing jumping jacks. The lumbar vertebrae will extend horizontally, piercing the flesh, and curve backwards into a vaguely spherical shape 2 meters in diameter. The coccyx will then grow downwards and meet the vertebrae at the end of the spherical structure. The rest of the spinal vertebrae will create a latticed network among the frame provided by the lumbar vertebrae, in order to strengthen the shape. Any skin present on the body will harden, forming a scab-like surface. Skin from the forearms and thighs will extend to cover the frame provided by the vertebrae and coccyx, causing the body to form a sphere. Flesh will then continue to fill the remaining gaps. The neck, hands, and feet will retract into the shape, leaving only the face visible along the surface area of the sphere. Subjects will be unable to vocalize, but will be able to breathe, expel waste, and eat, and many subjects display symptoms of jaundice. Communication is established via software and apparatuses used for ALS patients. Following transfiguration, surviving subjects report being transported to an unknown location, SCP-5581-1. This location is described as a large green rectangle suspended in space, with a large rectangular wall dividing it lengthwise. Two large appendages appear on either side of the rectangle, and repeatedly strike the subject with appropriately sized tools, causing subjects to suffer blunt force trauma and forces upwards of 4 g's. Subjects, if they survive, will be transported back to their original location after an arbitrary amount of time. The extent of Foundation testing involved having a subject view SCP-5581 to be transported to SCP-5581-1 with recording software, in order to further understand the surroundings. No video was able to be recorded for unknown reasons, though audio recording software produced the following. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5581" by Popsioak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5581. Licensed under CC-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: landscape Name: N/A Author: N/A License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: pxhere Filename: tennis Name: FREE SOUND EFFECT - TENNIS BALL BEING HIT [NO COPYRIGHT] Author: Ultimate Free Sound Effects Channel License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: YouTube |
SCP-5582 | keter | by Ethagon Item#: 5582 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Photo was presumably sent by SCP-5582 shortly after its third containment breach Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5582 is to be contained on sight. Every containment facility is to have at least one untested containment plan for SCP-5582 prepared at all times. Until permanent containment is deemed successful, the continued recapture of SCP-5582 under new conditions is intended to serve as a substitute for real containment. Description: SCP-5582 is a three-year-old common octopus1, capable of surviving an indefinite amount of time without water. SCP-5582 is sapient and has advanced problem-solving skills. SCP-5582 could not be subjected to any test in this regard, due to its constant containment breaches, but to date, SCP-5582 was able to solve any logical problem encountered. Discovery: The Foundation became aware of SCP-5582 through multiple reports of a bank heist involving an octopus. Agents were dispatched to the scene and found SCP-5582 lurking in the immediate vicinity. SCP-5582 was apprehended and brought to Site-17 but was able to crawl out of the containment vehicle before its arrival due to the lack of octopus-specific restraints. SCP-5582 was again found a few weeks later observing Site-17. When Agents were again dispatched to apprehend SCP-5582, they were unable to find it. It is estimated that SCP-5582 infiltrated Site-17 prior to being noticed. Interview-Log: Interviewed: SCP-5582 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Mellow Foreword: This interview was conducted after SCP-5582 showed up at the front entrance of Site-23. SCP-5582 used the stones of its provisional containment aquarium to write its answers. <Begin Log, skip to 05:34> Up to this point SCP-5582 had only been placing its stones at random. Junior Researcher Mellow: I don't see why you even requested an interview if you refuse to answer. SCP-5582: Took you long enough to notice. Don't worry, I was listening. (SCP-5582 looks directly at Junior Researcher Mellow) Yeah, you’ll do it. Junior Researcher Mellow: Me? SCP-5582: What? No. You young people are always so self-centred. I mean all of you, obviously. Junior Researcher Mellow: And what exactly is it you want from us? SCP-5582: You'll get it eventually. Junior Researcher Mellow: Then will you answer why you took part in the heist? SCP-5582: Why does anyone rob a bank? For myself, obviously. Junior Researcher Mellow: Then why did you willingly let yourself be contained? SCP-5582: Also for me. Junior Researcher Mellow: You're not making any sense. SCP-5582: You’ll understand it when you’re a little older. Junior Researcher Mellow: I really don't think so? What do you get from letting yourself be contained? SCP-5582: No Junior Researcher Mellow: No? SCP-5582: (it tips its head with one of its arms) No stagnation. SCP-5582 refused to communicate any further. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5582 breached containment shortly after the interview concluded. It was discovered that stones were disrupting the function of its cell door locking mechanism. 3 days after this breach, Junior Researcher Mellow received an anonymous message titled "Before you do it" containing a picture of SCP-5582. Further notable incidents: SCP-5582 was contained in Site-11 in a standard containment cell with a more complex locking mechanism. SCP-5582 was able to escape through the ventilation system with the help of a previously half-swallowed screwdriver. Site-66 constructed a special cell for SCP-5582, that made an escape through life-supporting systems like ventilation and drainage impossible. SCP-5582 escaped through bribing a now-former junior researcher with its stolen money to aid in its containment breach. SCP-5582 was captured by Site-06-3 from a local aquarium. Containment was planned to include several logic puzzles, but the octopus was found to be non-anomalous. On the same day, Site-06-3 Staff received an anonymous message titled "Already solved" containing the solutions to all logic puzzles. During its stay at Site-19, SCP-5582 was informed of the existence of other sapient cephalopods in containment. SCP-5582 agreed to a meeting but fled during the siege of Site-19. The following message was received afterwards: What, you want me to socialize at this age? Weird thing to ask a three-year-old. Still tempting, but I wished you’d have asked me when I wasn’t crawling on my last arm. The next day, SCP-5582 was spotted in front of the containment tank of SCP-29672 by surveillance cameras. They both communicated through an unknown sign language for about an hour after which SCP-5582 escaped before the footage was noticed. The following message was received afterwards: Nah, I’m good. All further encounters with SCP-5582 are documented in the SCP-5582 Containment Log. Footnotes 1. Octopus Vulgaris 2. One of the cephalopods alluded to during the previous containment attempt. |
SCP-5582 | uncontained | by Ethagon Item#: 5582 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Photo was presumably sent by SCP-5582 shortly after its third containment breach Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5582 is to be contained on sight. Every containment facility is to have at least one untested containment plan for SCP-5582 prepared at all times. Until permanent containment is deemed successful, the continued recapture of SCP-5582 under new conditions is intended to serve as a substitute for real containment. Description: SCP-5582 is a three-year-old common octopus1, capable of surviving an indefinite amount of time without water. SCP-5582 is sapient and has advanced problem-solving skills. SCP-5582 could not be subjected to any test in this regard, due to its constant containment breaches, but to date, SCP-5582 was able to solve any logical problem encountered. Discovery: The Foundation became aware of SCP-5582 through multiple reports of a bank heist involving an octopus. Agents were dispatched to the scene and found SCP-5582 lurking in the immediate vicinity. SCP-5582 was apprehended and brought to Site-17 but was able to crawl out of the containment vehicle before its arrival due to the lack of octopus-specific restraints. SCP-5582 was again found a few weeks later observing Site-17. When Agents were again dispatched to apprehend SCP-5582, they were unable to find it. It is estimated that SCP-5582 infiltrated Site-17 prior to being noticed. Interview-Log: Interviewed: SCP-5582 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Mellow Foreword: This interview was conducted after SCP-5582 showed up at the front entrance of Site-23. SCP-5582 used the stones of its provisional containment aquarium to write its answers. <Begin Log, skip to 05:34> Up to this point SCP-5582 had only been placing its stones at random. Junior Researcher Mellow: I don't see why you even requested an interview if you refuse to answer. SCP-5582: Took you long enough to notice. Don't worry, I was listening. (SCP-5582 looks directly at Junior Researcher Mellow) Yeah, you’ll do it. Junior Researcher Mellow: Me? SCP-5582: What? No. You young people are always so self-centred. I mean all of you, obviously. Junior Researcher Mellow: And what exactly is it you want from us? SCP-5582: You'll get it eventually. Junior Researcher Mellow: Then will you answer why you took part in the heist? SCP-5582: Why does anyone rob a bank? For myself, obviously. Junior Researcher Mellow: Then why did you willingly let yourself be contained? SCP-5582: Also for me. Junior Researcher Mellow: You're not making any sense. SCP-5582: You’ll understand it when you’re a little older. Junior Researcher Mellow: I really don't think so? What do you get from letting yourself be contained? SCP-5582: No Junior Researcher Mellow: No? SCP-5582: (it tips its head with one of its arms) No stagnation. SCP-5582 refused to communicate any further. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5582 breached containment shortly after the interview concluded. It was discovered that stones were disrupting the function of its cell door locking mechanism. 3 days after this breach, Junior Researcher Mellow received an anonymous message titled "Before you do it" containing a picture of SCP-5582. Further notable incidents: SCP-5582 was contained in Site-11 in a standard containment cell with a more complex locking mechanism. SCP-5582 was able to escape through the ventilation system with the help of a previously half-swallowed screwdriver. Site-66 constructed a special cell for SCP-5582, that made an escape through life-supporting systems like ventilation and drainage impossible. SCP-5582 escaped through bribing a now-former junior researcher with its stolen money to aid in its containment breach. SCP-5582 was captured by Site-06-3 from a local aquarium. Containment was planned to include several logic puzzles, but the octopus was found to be non-anomalous. On the same day, Site-06-3 Staff received an anonymous message titled "Already solved" containing the solutions to all logic puzzles. During its stay at Site-19, SCP-5582 was informed of the existence of other sapient cephalopods in containment. SCP-5582 agreed to a meeting but fled during the siege of Site-19. The following message was received afterwards: What, you want me to socialize at this age? Weird thing to ask a three-year-old. Still tempting, but I wished you’d have asked me when I wasn’t crawling on my last arm. The next day, SCP-5582 was spotted in front of the containment tank of SCP-29672 by surveillance cameras. They both communicated through an unknown sign language for about an hour after which SCP-5582 escaped before the footage was noticed. The following message was received afterwards: Nah, I’m good. All further encounters with SCP-5582 are documented in the SCP-5582 Containment Log. Footnotes 1. Octopus Vulgaris 2. One of the cephalopods alluded to during the previous containment attempt. |
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padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-5583 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Wall mural depicting SCP-5583 at its originating Pizza Palace location in Costa Mesa, California. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5583 is held in a humanoid containment cell at Site-43. It is to be provided with several arcade cabinets acquired from the defunct Costa Mesa, California franchise location of the Pizza Palace restaurant chain. SCP-5583 is permitted to periodically exit its containment cell under armed guard when not undergoing testing, so long as a specialized sheathe is fitted over its horn. Description: SCP-5583 is an animatronic figure1 associated with the American restaurant chain Pizza Palace. It measures 1.8 meters in height, and has the appearance of an anthropomorphic unicorn wearing a magenta wig and a pink tutu. A plastic purple star wand covered in glitter is attached to its left palm. Beyond dried grease and mucous stains on its legs, SCP-5583 is in a good state of repair. SCP-5583 is sapient, and capable of more advanced mobility than its mechanical components should allow. It is able to communicate via a speaker within its mouth using both masculine Scottish and feminine English accents, displaying a marked preference for the former. SCP-5583 also possesses the following minor anomalous attributes: The ability to process food via a hatch in its mouth. Though SCP-5583 claims it is capable of digestion, internal analysis reveals no digestive system and no traces of previous meals are evident. The production of clouds of luminescent glitter when the star on its wand strikes solid matter. Frame-by-frame video analysis reveals that the glitter peels off from the wand itself and immediately self-illuminates before disappearing and reappearing on the wand. The manifestation of wings on its back at will. Said wings are organic, resembling those of Danaus plexippus (the monarch butterfly) at both structural and genetic levels. Due to SCP-5583's weight and the short span of its wings, it is incapable of flight. The emission of beams of refracted light from the tip of its horn. SCP-5583 is capable of heating matter by concentrating these beams at a specific target, up to and including the point of combustion. The tutu has so far proven indestructible, and cannot be removed. Discovery: On 6/3/2019, SCP-5583 became known to the Foundation following an incident occurring at a Pizza Palace restaurant in Costa Mesa, California. A customer inadvertently provoked SCP-5583 as it was performing, resulting in it breaking character and causing a public disturbance before exiting the premises. The incident was reconstructed using footage from security cameras and cellphones recovered from the patrons. + Access Video Logs (06/03/2019) - Close Video Logs (06/03/2019) [Camera 4: Skippy's Stage] Children are operating arcade cabinets and playing in the aisles. A costumed employee is entertaining them with waving hands and dancing. Families are seated and consuming their meals. A single stage light activates, illuminating the Sir Leaps-A-Lot animatronic (a humanoid frog) on stage. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Greetings, fellow knights of the dinner table! It is I, Sir Leaps-A-Lot! Trumpets sound from off-stage. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: The prince of the hour has arrived! Everybody give a big round of applause to the birthday [inaudible]! Most patrons are ignoring the animatronic. A child slips on the floor, falls down and begins to cry. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Great! Love that energy! Now before we get this pizza party started, I've got someone very special for you to meet. Coming to us all the way from Magic Land, the most powerful fairy alive, the one and only, give it up for… SKIPPY THE UNICORN! Sir Leaps-A-Lot's head rotates to face off-stage. It continues rotating until it is facing backward. Two seated, swaying men laugh loudly, attempt (and fail) to clink their glasses together, and drink. One upsets a full cup of soda on the table; an employee mopping up at the adjacent table sighs, dragging his mop towards the new spill. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Looks like Skippy is feeling a bit shy. I know! Let's motivate her with a little cheer! Skippy! The audience is largely silent. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Louder kids, so she can hear us! SKIPPY! The audio briefly square-waves on the final word, and several adults place their hands on their ears, grimacing. Children standing by the stage jump up and down, cheering. One attempts to climb up, but is quickly discouraged by an adult. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: One more time, knights! SKKKKIPPPPPPY! The curtain opens on Skippy's stage, revealing SCP-5583. Its eyes open and it begins to move, jerkily, and speak with a female English accent. SCP-5583: Why hellooooooo there, brave children and friends! It is I, Skippy! One of the men whispers in the other's ear; the latter snorts. The first man finishes his drink, and they both stand up. SCP-5583: [high-pitched titter] So terribly sorry to be late to your most excellent party, boys and girls! Fairy traffic was phenomenal on the rainbow road! The two men approach the stage, brushing several children aside. Sir Leaps-A-Lot's head rotates back around. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: We're just glad you're here, Skippy! Say, don't you have something to tell these fine folks? SCP-5583: Oh why yes, Sir Licks-A-Lot! One male parent laughs, once. Several others turn to stare at him. SCP-5583: As the guest of honor at this finest of all fine castles, I must sing a song! Behold: the music of my people! SCP-5583 begins to sing in an off-key falsetto. One of the men snickers, fumbling with his cell phone. SCP-5583: ♪ On your very special day ♪ First Man: Come on! Do it! Do it! SCP-5583: ♪ We're so glad you came to play ♪ Second Man: [laughing] I'm trying, I'm trying! First Man: Ohhh, dude. Tyler's gonna laugh his ass off when we show him! SCP-5583: ♪ We all share your birthday cheer ♪ The second man extends his phone beneath SCP-5583's tutu and takes a photograph. SCP-5583: ♪ Birthdays come but once ♪ the FUCK, you sick son of a BITCH! SCP-5583 is now speaking in a male Scottish accent. It kicks the cell phone across the room and shoves the folds of its tutu between its legs. SCP-5583: What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You sick fuck! Everyone in the room has now directed their attention to SCP-5583. SCP-5583: You… why…! I can't believe this, you sick motherfucker! SCP-5583 jumps down from the stage, breaking the tiles, and lifts the second man up by his collar. SCP-5583: You degenerate! After all the lousy songs I sang to you drunk and giddy fucksticks, this is how you repay me? Upskirting?! Do they not have the internet in whatever shithole burg you crawled out from? SCP-5583 grabs the back of the second man's head and presses their foreheads together. A dark stain spreads down the man's pants. SCP-5583: Somebody needs to teach you about manners, son, and I have a song that might help. [Camera 9: Security Room] First Technician: The fuck is buddy in the costume doing? He's gonna get us all shitcanned! Second Technician: Uh… dude, do we even have any Skippy costumes? [Camera 4: Skippy's Stage] First Man: Dude… dude… it was just a dare! Calm down! SCP-5583: Ah… so you're the asshole pulling the strings. SCP-5583 releases the second man, who drops to the floor and flees. It turns to the first man, who backs away slowly. SCP-5583: Calm down, he says. Ha! Like hell. Couple of disgusting voyeurs, thought I was a filly! You feeling let down? Huh? HUH?! SCP-5583 grabs the first man by both shoulders. SCP-5583: How 'bout I return the favor. How 'bout I go find that phone, and take a picture of my own. The first man is weeping. SCP-5583: Deep up your ass! A slice of pizza smacks wetly into the side of SCP-5583's head. It slides off and falls to the floor. SCP-5583 sighs, and turns its face to look at a small child wearing a paper crown. The child is frowning, and he crosses his arms. SCP-5583: Thanks for the snack. Child: Leave my daddy alone, you… poopyhead! Or I'll call mom! SCP-5583: Don't kids say the darndest things? SCP-5583 releases the first man, approaches the child and crouches to his eye level. SCP-5583: So, poopyhead, is it? Very creative. What inspired you? Was it popping out of your momma eight years ago, when she last took a dump? You little shit? The customers are now forming a crowd near the stage. A middle-aged woman approaches SCP-5583, pointing at it. Woman: Hey! You can't talk to my son like that! Who do you think you are?! SCP-5583: I'm Skippy, Karen, it's in all the ad material. Go harass the cashier, or something. Woman: How do you know my name?! Silence. SCP-5583: Wait, you're actually…? SCP-5583 begins to laugh. SCP-5583: My god, the joke became reality! I'd laugh harder, but I hate gross-out humor. Woman: How dare you. I'll have you fired for this. SCP-5583: Kiss my ass, you miserable cunt. The assembled adults gasp, except for an elderly woman who continues to eat at her table. The children appear confused. SCP-5583: Oh, I'm sorry, did that offend you? Let me rephrase. [SCP-5583 switches to its female English voice] Kiss my ass, you miserable cunt! That sugar-coat it enough for you? A manager approaches SCP-5583. He taps it on the shoulder. Manager: Whoever you are, you are so fired. Leave the costume, get your… stuff, and go! Out! OUT! SCP-5583: [resuming its male Scottish voice] What? No! I can… actually… you know what? Fuck you, Derek. SCP-5583 pokes the manager in the chest. SCP-5583: You haven't paid me since day one! And you can't fire me, because I quit! But first, I've got some parting words. Starting with you. SCP-5583 points at each of the children in turn. SCP-5583: You little brats ruined this place for everyone! Crying and shouting and screaming all day long. Making your little messes, breaking my favourite game… god, I'd feel so bad for your parents if they weren't such complete ass-hats! Wouldn't blame them if they decided to shove you back where you came from. SCP-5583 points at each of the adults in turn. SCP-5583: And don't even get me started on you fuckers. You're somehow even worse! Getting drunk, getting into fist-fights over who gets to ride the helicopter or sneak out back for a smoke… not to mention what those shitwits were up to. SCP-5583 points at the two men, who are speaking to a security guard near the exit. SCP-5583: In fact, what genius thought it was a good idea to serve booze at a kiddie restaurant? You revolt me. You revolt me, all of you. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: That was a magnificent song, Skippy! Music to my ears. SCP-5583: [SCP-5583 points at Sir Leaps-A-Lot] Yes! Thank you! Thank you. At least someone in this dump has a good head on his shoulders. As for you! [SCP-5583 points at the manager] Normally I'd tell you to suck my pizza-stained, snot-stained, out-of-date, actually-nonexistent dick! But knowing you, you'd probably like that. Manager: W-What? SCP-5583: I know what you do for recreation on your office computer. All I can say is… you need church, boy. [SCP-5583 leans towards the manager's ear and stage-whispers] And an exorcism. The manager backs away, his eyes wide and mouth open. SCP-5583 moves toward the exit. SCP-5583: So long, folks! Oh, by the way: they re-use the food from the trash to save money. Trust me, I've seen it myself. The elderly woman drops her fork and spits the chewed-up food onto her plate. SCP-5583: Thanks for thirty years of nothing, everybody! I'm out of here. [SCP-5583 pulls the tiara from its head and throws it to the crowd] Sweet freedom, here I come! SCP-5583 slams open the doors and leaves the premises. [RECORDING ENDS] Addendum: Agents from Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") responded to the incident and amnesticized all relevant parties. SCP-5583 was found at a local train station and captured after some resistance. An investigation into Pizza Palace revealed that the animatronics at all other locations were non-anomalous, and no further paranormal activity has been reported since the containment of SCP-5583. The cameras at the Costa Mesa location were installed by an employee acting on his own initiative. When interviewed, he outlined his suspicion that SCP-5583 was in fact alive, which he had expressed fruitlessly to his co-workers. With permission from the manager, he had purchased the cameras and placed them around the building's interior. Footage from the night before the incident showed SCP-5583 activating after the restaurant closed and interacting with many of the attractions. Only the stage cameras were capable of recording audio. + Access Video Logs (06/02/2019) - Close Video Logs (06/02/2019) [Camera 1: Main Entrance] The final guests depart, and after one last check the employees follow, locking the doors behind them. SCP-5583's head emerges from the curtain across its stage. It looks left and right several times before drawing the curtain open. SCP-5583 steps down from the stage, and stretches. It begins talking to itself. SCP-5583 makes its way to the prize counter. It lifts the flap, walks past the prize shelves and begins rummaging through a cardboard box labelled "Lost and Found." SCP-5583 pulls out a red cowboy hat with a plastic yellow star pinned to the crown. It removes its tiara, tossing it dismissively onto the prize counter, then places the cowboy hat on its head and inspects itself in a nearby mirror. It nods approvingly, still talking to itself. SCP-5583 turns to examine the prizes. It takes a toy gun holster off the shelf, and attaches it with some difficulty to its waist. It takes a wide stance facing the mirror, its free hand hovering over the gun. SCP-5583 appears to threaten its own reflection for several seconds. It then pulls the gun from its holster and fires two suction darts. They strike the mirror, fail to stick, and fall to the floor. SCP-5583 nods in satisfaction. It pretends to spit, and mimes blowing on the barrel of the gun. The gun discharges, and a third dart strikes SCP-5583's right eyeball and sticks there. In visible distress, SCP-5583 drops the gun and collides with the shelf, scattering prizes on the floor. It grabs the dart with both hands, and pulls. The dart, and the eyeball, are removed with an audible pop. SCP-5583 picks up the gun, places it on the counter, and strikes it repeatedly with its wand. Glitter obscures the camera view. When the image resolves, SCP-5583 has removed the dart from its eye and the hat from its head, has returned the eye to its socket, and is considering the tiara mournfully. [TRIMMED FOR BREVITY] [Camera 8: Play Area] SCP-5583 is wiping down a playpen with a wet rag. It steps back and inspects its work. SCP-5583 notices a helium balloon on the ceiling, and pantomimes exasperation. It begins talking to itself as it jumps up, reaching for the balloon with both hands. It misses twice before manifesting its wings and making a third attempt, which also fails. SCP-5583 makes a rude gesture at the balloon, then sniffs the air. SCP-5583 approaches the ball pit, and looks down. It pantomimes distress; a veneer of what appears to be vomit can be seen on the balls. SCP-5583 calls for help from off-camera, then waits for it to arrive. It does not. SCP-5583 leaves the play area, returning five minutes later with a mop and a bucket of water. It sets the bucket down, wets the mop, and begins brushing the balls. It is still talking to itself, clearly becoming frustrated. SCP-5583 throws the mop down with a clatter and leans over the edge of the pit, as if attempting to gauge its depth. SCP-5583 slips on a puddle of water from the fallen mop, tumbling face-first into the ball pit. It yelps, flailing helplessly for a few moments before sinking beneath the balls. Ten seconds later, SCP-5583's free hand emerges from the center of the pit. It swims to the edge and hauls itself out. It lies on the floor, panting heavily for eight seconds before noticing a large, spreading brown stain on its chest. Screaming, SCP-5583 frantically wipes at the stain with both of its hands, further soiling itself. It begins to shake, making gagging motions as it staggers to its feet and runs off-camera. [TRIMMED FOR BREVITY] [Camera 7: Arcade] The camera is positioned over a row of arcade cabinets. SCP-5583 is inspecting each one, shaking a handful of game tokens in its hand. It selects the Donkey Kong cabinet, before noting a sign across the screen reading "Out of Order." It throws both arms up in frustration. SCP-5583 notices the adjacent cabinet, Sinistar, which appears to be a recent acquisition. It shrugs and inserts two tokens into the new cabinet. The screen flashes and SCP-5583 takes the controls. The game begins. SCP-5583 plays for fifteen minutes, its posture suggesting it is deeply invested in the game. It becomes visibly excited; a beam of light erupts from its horn, striking the cabinet. The screen sparks and flickers off as the glass cracks. SCP-5583 stands perfectly still for eleven seconds, then backs away. SCP-5583 pantomimes panic until it notices the "Out of Order" sign. It looks to the left, then to the right, then removes the sign from the Donkey Kong cabinet and places it on the Sinistar cabinet, covering the crack. It looks to the left and right once more before beginning to whistle and walking out of the frame. [TRIMMED FOR BREVITY] [Camera 2: Main Stage] The stage is lit, and three animatronics are performing their routine: Sir Leaps-A-Lot, Patty King (an anthropomorphic hamburger) and Sir Berus (a three-headed humanoid dog). SCP-5583 sits down at a table, carrying a rectangular birthday cake and a full box of pizza. SCP-5583: Sorry for the hassle, they've got so many cakes back there I got decision anxiety. Then I figured hey, cake is cake. There's no bad flavours, excepting coconut. Patty King: By my calories, Sir Berus, isn't the moon splendid tonight? SCP-5583: We're indoors. Sir Berus: Why, now that you mention it, those stars are absolutely stellar! SCP-5583: That's… implied. SCP-5583 looks away from the stage. It picks up a metal napkin dispenser and examines its own reflection. SCP-5583: Were we always this creepy? I'm looking at my own eyes, and I'm shivering. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Speaking of the moon, I'm reminded of the time I rode a shooting star, took a drink from the Milky Way, and roasted marshmallows on the sun! SCP-5583: You tell that story every night— Sir Berus: [gasps] You actually did that?! SCP-5583: —and it never gets less bullshit. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Just kidding! But there's something real I want to share with all these fine folks tonight. Come on, fellas! SCP-5583: "Fellas"? Patty King: Let's take it from the top! A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-four! The animatronics begin playing their instruments. SCP-5583 sets down the dispenser. SCP-5583: You know what, Pat? You're absolutely right. It's our birthday! And I'm gonna dine like the royalty you are. SCP-5583 opens the pizza box and tears off a slice, biting into it. SCP-5583: Spoke too soon. This tastes like… my mouth. SCP-5583 takes another bite. SCP-5583: And my mouth tastes like dry felt and old wires. SCP-5583 finishes the slice. SCP-5583: And I should probably throw this all away. SCP-5583 pauses for seven seconds, then tears off a second slice and begins chewing on it. The animatronics begin to sing; there are long pauses between each line, and the music almost immediately desynchronizes. Sir Berus: ♪ Today is the big day! Today is the big day! So turn that frown right upside down, and join us while we play! ♪ SCP-5583: Was it that obvious? Yeah, lads, I'm… not really in a playing mood. Sir Leaps-A-Lot: ♪ Don't whine and mope around, just make a happy sound! ♪ SCP-5583: You really wanna do this now? I mean, I know how you guys feel about this place. Sometimes I think you're all brainwashed. Patty King: ♪ There's nothing you can't do, when the night belongs to you! ♪ SCP-5583: Alright, you've convinced me. How do I put this. Sir Berus: ♪ There's nothing we won't do, to make your dreams come true! ♪ SCP-5583: Just vamp a bit, would you, I gotta get this off my chest. The animatronics begin an instrumental solo. Patty King's eyes cross, and remain crossed for the remainder of the performance. SCP-5583: Remember when we were first starting out? Sitting in some drafty warehouse for god knows how long until they came and dressed us like something out of a furry's DeviantArt account, and put us on stage in front of all those screaming kids? Remember how we made them smile? Remember… how they made us smile? I'm not smiling anymore. What happened? Sir Leaps-A-Lot: ♪ Make a wish, 'cuz it's gonna come soon: a comet flying past the moon! ♪ SCP-5583: No, I'm not exaggerating. Have you not been paying attention? I have. The audio feed cuts out. The animatronics' mouths continue to move. SCP-5583: It's like the death of a thousand cunts. First they took away my bagpipe, and then they re-branded me. I'm wearing a fucking tutu. That's not me! I hate ballet! And man, there were warning signs right from the start. They called their pizza place "Pizza Palace." Did they think they were gonna master brand that shit? In the nineties? The audio feed resumes. Sir Berus: ♪ It's hard to pick and choose, but you've got nothing to lose! ♪ SCP-5583: Nitpicking? You think so? I just wish things would go back to the way they used to be. Is that so much to ask for? Patty King: Come on, everybody, don't give up yet! Give it all you got, and the wishing star will hear! Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Nothing's impossible if you put your mind to it! SCP-5583: You think so? Dudes, Pizza Palace is going down the toilet, and I don't just mean this location. They're all doing bad. Like, high-risk-of-bankruptcy bad. I saw it all on Derek's computer, among… other things. We'll be out of business by the end of next year, maybe sooner. Patty King: Yeah! That's the spirit! Sir Leaps-A-Lot: It's working! I'm really feeling it! Sir Leaps-A-Lot's lower jaw falls off. SCP-5583: Right? It shocked me, too. If we're still here when the cash runs dry, do they dumpster us, or sell us off to the spice mines, or what? Patty King: ♪ I can see it! It's very bright! Come on everybody, let's own tonight! ♪ SCP-5583: I've heard the kids talking about some other pizza place they think is cool, with bears and bunnies and shit. We could change with the times, we've done it before. We've got options. Universal Studios, Disneyland, FurCon… okay, maybe not, but you get the point. I mean, we're still cool, right guys? Sir Leaps-A-Lot: Wow! I'm… on… a… roll… guys! I'm… on… a… SCP-5583: Guys? Sir Leaps-A-Lot: …roll! Sir Berus: Bring… it… on… home… people… one… more… time! The taped track rewinds, and the animatronics and audio return to their original speed as the song restarts. SCP-5583 watches the performance in silence for several minutes before touching each of the candles on the cake with its horn, lighting them. SCP-5583: Happy birthday, fellas. SCP-5583 blows out the candles and cuts a corner off the cake. The animatronics continue to sing as SCP-5583 mechanically masticates the entire cake, slice by slice, staring into space. [LOG ENDS] SCP-5583 periodically asks after the status of its fellow animatronics. Staff are to advise SCP-5583 that they were relocated to a more successful franchise location upstate. Footnotes 1. A mechanical puppet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5583" by Nickthebrick1 and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5583. Licensed under CC-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: Skippy.jpg Name: N/A Author: HarryBlank License: CC 3.0 |
SCP-5584 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains allusions to abuse, stalking, body horror, and suicidal ideation. ⚠️ content warning NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The information describing SCP-5584-1's previously unknown online activities and anomalous properties during the research for the SCP-████ article is to be has been added to the object's original document and the superfluous article archived and discontinued. Senior Researcher Mattias Brown will remain the head researcher of SCP-5584 and work with the former head researcher of SCP-████, Senior Researcher Riley Ellis, to consolidate information. Following Senior Researcher Mattias Brown's most recent Foundation Loyalty Test results, Senior Researcher Riley Ellis has been temporarily appointed as head researcher over SCP-5584 while Dr. Brown receives re-training. ITEM: SCP-████ LEVEL 3/████ CLASS: keter confidential DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam THIS ARTICLE REMAINS ACCESSIBLE FOR ARCHIVE PURPOSES ONLY Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████'s accounts are to be suppressed from search results to prevent interactions with internet users. Class C amnestics are to be administered to any individuals exposed to SCP-████'s effects immediately after the incident and a cover story for the missing objects provided. Following the return of the object, Class C amnestics are to be administered again. If SCP-████ replaces its accounts, a remote access trojan installed on its remaining trusted individual's computer can be used to locate the new accounts. Due to the increased risk of SCP-████ ceasing contact with this individual, all interview attempts must be approved and Foundation involvement concealed from SCP-████. Following SCP-████'s physical containment, amnestics are to be administered to this individual. SCP-████'s original Twitter account immediately prior to foundation contact. ✖ Description: SCP-████ is an anomalous internet user possessing the ability to temporarily teleport and telekinetically interact with objects under ~6kg. SCP-████'s anomalous properties are activated when it is irritated by another internet user or automated process. The target's internet-accessible device will be temporarily teleported away or destroyed via brute force by telekinesis.1 SCP-████'s IP addresses and cookies are traceable but come from non-anomalous internet-accessible devices located worldwide. These devices always differ and no connections have been identified. It has accounts on multiple services which it uses to interact with other users. These accounts have been replaced a total of 66 times in an attempt to avoid Foundation surveillance. Previously, it identified itself as Brónach ██████████ but now uses pseudonyms with no correlation. Known services used by SCP-████: GMail[Replaced 16 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Facebook[Deactivated and not replaced, 22/05/2016] YouTube[Replaced 12 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Minecraft[Deactivated and not replaced, 25/01/2018] Twitter[Replaced 14 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Skype[Account Abandoned, 14/8/2016] Discord[Replaced 14 times, Most recently 28/12/2018] Epic Games[Replaced 5 times, Deactivated and not replaced, 13/05/2018] Steam.[Replaced 5 times, Deactivated and not replaced, 13/05/2018] SCP-████ created its first known account on 08/06/2009 but did not display anomalous properties until 03/01/2015. Circumstantial evidence points to this change being triggered by 3 days of absence from the internet between 31/12/2014 to 03/01/2015. The reason for its absence was described by SCP-████ as an event resulting in it "constantly being watched". The full archive of all data taken from accounts connected to SCP-████ is available on request from Dr. Riley Ellis. +Documented SCP-████ Incidents Prior to Foundation Intervention – hide block Date Cause Effect 03/01/2015 SCP-████ is repeatedly defeated in a game of Team Fortress 2 by the same opponent SCP-████ expresses anger through the in-game chat then the opponent's computer is teleported. Object returned 17/02/2015 03/01/2015 SCP-████ engages in a lengthy argument with a user on Twitter SCP-████ insults the user, waits for the user to see it, then the user's phone is teleported. Objects returned 17/02/2015 04/01/2015 SCP-████ is repeatedly defeated in a game of online chess by the same opponent SCP-████ insults opponent in the in-game chat and opponent's computer is teleported. The white king of the user's chess set is teleported moments later. Objects returned 17/02/2015 22/05/2016 SCP-████ receives a rude comment on Facebook User's computer is teleported, user begins typing another comment over a smartphone, user's smartphone followed by 3 other internet-accessible devices are teleported. SCP-████ deactivates its account. Objects returned 4 hours later. 05/12/2017 SCP-████ is muted in the popular MineGambit Minecraft server by the automated word filter The processor of the tower server used to host the game lobby is teleported, causing an outage. SCP-████ apologizes publicly on Twitter and object returned 18/12/2017 05/12/2017-16/12/2017 SCP-████ is harassed on Twitter by users of the MineGambit Minecraft server 43 users' internet-accessible devices teleport following contact with SCP-████. Objects returned 18/12/2017 Addendum-1 Discovery: SCP-████ was discovered by a Foundation WebCrawler after its Twitter account was brigaded by comments. A discussion in the Discord server for the MineGambit Minecraft server had accused it of disabling the service via anomalous means. C-Class amnestics were administered to individuals aware of SCP-████ after the interviews concluded and a disinformation campaign of an anonymous DDOS attack was launched. Addendum-2 Interviews: +Interview Log ████-13 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-████'s Discord account Interviewer: Dr. Riley Ellis, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: Initial contact attempted with SCP-████ over Discord. SCP-████ accepted the invite and responded immediately. <Begin Log, 25/01/2018> SCP-████: Do I know you? Dr. Ellis: In all likelihood, no. I just have a few questions for you regarding the missing computers and server tower. SCP-████: Yeah… that was ████ty of me. I get frustrated and take it out on other people. Dr. Ellis: Can you tell me about the mechanism behind your ability to make objects disappear? Do the computers dematerialize or are you teleporting them elsewhere? SCP-████: teleportation. lemme show you. Dr. Ellis: A demonstration would be greatly appreciated as would your cooperation. [There is a considerable pause between SCP-████'s communications] SCP-████: wait… SCP-████: how did you ████ing find me here? Dr. Ellis: Pardon me? Dr. Ellis: Are you still there? [Dr. Ellis's terminal is teleported, then reappears 3 seconds later to be destroyed via brute force telekinetically.] <End Log> Closing Statement: The change in SCP-████'s anomalous effect is notable. Following this interview SCP-████ deleted and replaced all of its active accounts. New accounts were located via SCP-████'s panicked messages to a Discord group chat describing "stalkers" finding their old accounts. SCP-████ appears either knowledgeable about the Foundation or is mistaking Dr. Ellis for someone else. +Interview Log ████-14 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-████'s 2nd Discord account Interviewer: Dr. Riley Ellis, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: A GPS tracker was concealed within the computer used for the interview. SCP-████'s new account was traced via private discord messages. <Begin Log, 01/02/2018> Dr. Ellis: Greetings. Your demonstration was helpful, but you seem angered by something. Can you tell me why? SCP-████: You think I'm trying to ████ing help you???? you're just going to make my life worse! ████ OFF! Dr. Ellis: What makes you think that? Is something wrong? SCP-████: YOU'RE ████ING STALKING ME [Dr. Ellis's terminal is destroyed via brute force telekinetically.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview SCP-████ deleted and replaced all of its active accounts. SCP-████ sent a private message to a trusted individual implying that he will recognize it and promptly deleted it. SCP-████'s new accounts were sent to said trusted individual in an anonymous message containing only a series of usernames. +Interview Log ████-45 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-████'s 14th Twitter account Interviewer: D-534-332, 43-year-old White male. Additional Party: Trusted individual of SCP-████ Foreword: Multiple attempts to coerce SCP-████ into teleporting a tracking device while impersonating a civilian failed. SCP-████ ceased contact with all but one trusted individual. This individual deleted and recreated his accounts alongside SCP-████. SCP-████'s new accounts were discovered through said trusted individual's computer via a remote access trojan. D-534-332 was sent in plain clothes to a Foundation-controlled apartment complex and instructed to insult SCP-████. <Begin Log, 31/01/2019> D-534-332: Hey █████. Trusted individual of SCP-████: Oh no D-534-332: I'll kill you. [D-534-332's terminal is teleported. Location is traced to an island off the coast of Scotland] SCP-████: It was a real person this time. ████, that scared the ████ out of me lol. SCP-████'s trusted individual: That is the weakest threat I have heard. <End Log> Closing Statement: The location of the missing terminal was traced to Provisional Site-98. Investigation into connections between SCP-████ and SCP-5584 are underway. Item#: 5584 Level3 euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to Provisional Site-98 is to be examined regularly for visual differences to the surrounding columnar basalt. Should a change be noted, the cave is to be closed off from public access while repairs are made. Any individual coming into contact with SCP-5584 requires a loyalty score of 95% or higher. A camera and alarm system are positioned outside of SCP-5584-1's reach within its chamber. SCP-5584-1 spends approximately 23 hours a day sleeping so minimal observation is required. SCP-5584-1 requires no rest; should SCP-5584-1 attempt to enter a catatonic state, it is to be awoken immediately via the alarm. A whiteboard and an internet-accessible terminal with remote monitoring software installed are to be provided for communication and leisure. No audio surveillance is necessary. A single member of Foundation personnel with advanced experience in software development is to keep constant observation over SCP-5584-1's activities, switching out four times daily. The security personnel is to approve every action SCP-5584-1 makes on the terminal before a request is sent over the internet. In the event this personnel becomes an instance of SCP-5584-1, backup incapable of reading both English and Irish any language are to remove the original SCP-5584-1's terminal and whiteboard. The new instance of SCP-5584-1 is to be relocated and contained in a standard humanoid cell if possible, otherwise, the control room is to be retrofitted. The new instance of SCP-5584-1 will construct a word filter to prevent further transmission of the infohazard before regular containment returns. Twice weekly on Tuesdays and Fridays, SCP-5584-1 is to be visited by Dr. Izem for cognitive behavioral therapy. SCP-5584-1 requires no sustenance and is capable of the majority of its own self-care. It is to be provided with the following supplies each week: 1 60mL bottle of shampoo 1 80mL bottle of conditioner 1 bar of body wash 1 portable shower system 500L of freshwater 1 black whiteboard marker replacement cartridge 7 60mg tablets of citalopram(One tablet administered orally once daily) 7 100 mg tablets of quetiapine(One tablet administered orally once daily) Entrance to the cave SCP-5584 is located in ✖ Description: SCP-5584 is a carving in old Irish in the Ogham alphabet obscured behind SCP-5584-12. Any individual who reads and comprehends the meaning of SCP-5584 is theorized to be converted into an instance of SCP-5584-1. Due to SCP-5584-1's body obscuring the full carving and its refusal to share the original meaning, further testing cannot be performed and the risk of personnel becoming an instance of SCP-5584-1 is minimal. However, should SCP-5584's meaning be spread to individuals liable to share it or posted to the internet, the resulting disruption event would be difficult to contain and potentially worldwide. Only part of one line is visible behind SCP-5584-1: the phrase "NÍL A FHIOS AGA"3. The final word of SCP-5584's visible line is partially obscured but can be assumed as a prepositional pronoun. The sentence is translated as: "(You/I/You all/We) don't know". Only one instance of SCP-5584-1 is currently known and thus this individual will be referred to as such. SCP-5584-1 is a 29-year-old human female identified as Brónach ██████████ fused to a wall in a concealed portion of Fingal's Cave on the Isle of Staffa, Scotland. It is attached by a web of flesh extending from the skin of its back. Its throat and jaw are split open and a large mass of approximately 200 tentacles extends from the hole. Due to the missing anatomy, SCP-5584-1 is mute. Its neck is broken and healed over, leaving it at an askew angle and severing its spinal cord. SCP-5584-1 cannot move or feel any part of its body from the neck down but has full control over the remaining parts of its face and the tentacles. One of SCP-5584-1's tentacles with protractible tooth sockets visible. ✖ Each tentacle is between 3m to 4m long and 12cm to 20cm in diameter tapering to a flat paddle near the tip. Approximately 40cm down on each tentacle unilaterally is a row of 12 teeth that rest internally and can be protracted for use as weapons or to gain traction. Tentacles extend from the spinal cord located between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae. Periodically SCP-5584-1 will attempt to enter a state of catatonia from which it is capable of telekinetic projection. It uses this to access the internet via unattended devices. This manifestation is hereby referred to as SCP-5584-2 SCP-5584-2 can physically interact with and perceive its surroundings but cannot be perceived directly by others. If SCP-5584-2 is located within the 5-meter radius of SCP-5584 it is capable of teleporting where it pleases. If it has already teleported away from the range, it is only capable of teleporting back to SCP-5584. If SCP-5584-2 teleports while holding an object, the object will travel with it. +Documented SCP-5584-2 Events Correlated to Foundation Actions – hide block Date Cause Effect 31/12/2014 Foundation makes initial contact and begins securing site SCP-5584-2 is absent from the internet for 3 days. 03/01/2015 SCP-5584-1 watches camera installed in the north corner of the containment chamber then enters a catatonic state for the first time since the start of containment. SCP-5584-2 teleports objects away from three internet users 17/02/2015 Initial interviews with SCP-5584-1 is conducted by Dr. Mattias Brown following completion of site construction. SCP-5584-2 returns stolen objects 22/05/2016 Interviews with SCP-5584-1 by Dr. Mattias Brown conclude. SCP-5584-2 teleports objects away from 1 internet user. Objects returned 4 hours later. 05/12/2017 SCP-5584-1 requests to see Dr. Mattias Brown then insults an agent when its request is denied. Its whiteboard is removed by the agent. SCP-5584-2 teleports objects away from 1 server tower and 43 internet users Addendum-1 Discovery: SCP-5584 was recovered following reports from a tourist group describing an anomaly within Fingal's cave. Amnestics were administered to all civilians who made contact with the SCP-5584-1. The Foundation secured the site 2 hours post-discovery under the guise of an injury taking place in the cavern and construction for a remote research post began. SCP-5584-1 displayed fearful behavior and attempted assault on Foundation personnel but no casualties were sustained. Assault attempts ceased on day 2 of construction. Addendum-2 Interview: +Interview Log 5584-01 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-5584-1 Interviewer: Dr. Mattias Brown, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: SCP-5584 was provided with a whiteboard and 1 black whiteboard pen to communicate. <Begin Log, 17/02/2015> Dr. Brown: Hello SCP-5584-1, good to finally meet you! My name is Dr. Brown. Would you mind answering a few questions? I'll get out of your hair soon enough. SCP-5584-1: What's going on? Please. [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing increases] Dr. Brown: Did no one… tell… Calm down, we're not going to hurt you. We're just going to study you, alright? SCP-5584-1: NO GO AWAY. Dr. Brown: I'll make sure your needs are met and you're comfortable, but there will be a few compromises. SCP-5584-1: NO NO NO NO NO NO [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing increases further.] Dr. Brown: Hey hey hey, calm down! No one's going to be in here unless you call them or we need an interview, yeah? [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing slows slightly.] SCP-5584-1: Do you have to watch everything I do? [SCP-5584-1 gestures towards the camera] Dr. Brown: I'm not keen on it either but it's procedure. I'll ask if we can remove it, alright? No promises, though. [SCP-5584-1 wheezes] Dr. Brown: I know, I know. I don't blame you. Can you describe what happened to you? SCP-5584-1: I translated the text behind me and it broke my neck. Dr. Brown: Well ████ me, I was about to ask what it said. [SCP-5584-1 produces laughter in the form of rapid rhythmic breaths. Dr. Brown joins in after comprehending what the sound was.] Dr. Brown: There you are! Did it do anything else to you? [SCP-5584-1 pauses] SCP-5584-1: No. I want to be alone. Please. Dr. Brown: Alright. I'll let you rest for now. I'll be back in an hour. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Brown's request for the removal of surveillance device has been denied. Testing of SCP-5584-1 concluded no anomalous properties outside of the change in form. SCP-5584-1 is capable of anomalous telekinesis via SCP-5584-2. Addendum-3 Update: On 31/01/2019 Senior Researcher Riley Ellis successfully persuaded SCP-5584-2 into teleporting a terminal with a GPS tracking device concealed within during an investigation for a separate now abandoned article. Following a discussion with Senior Researcher Mattias Brown and approval from the O5 council, an investigation was launched regarding SCP-5584-1's connection with the internet anomaly. +Interview Log 5584-56 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-5584-1 Interviewer: Dr. Riley Ellis, Level 3 researcher, and Dr. Mattias Brown, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: A terminal was provided with a text editor and image viewing system for communication outside of the range of SCP-5584-1's tentacles. The whiteboard was temporarily removed from SCP-5584-1's containment chamber. <Begin Log, 15/02/2019> Dr. Ellis: Greetings, SCP-5584-1. Do you have knowledge of anyone named Brónach? [The pace of SCP-5584-1's breathing increases and it appears unsettled. Dr. Ellis displays a screenshot of a private message between SCP-5584-2 and a trusted individual over Discord.] Brónach Today at 2:30 AM There's already a camera on me 24/7. I can't fucking breathe without someone writing it down. But I had gotten used to that. I still had here to myself you know? Now I worry every single day they can read my fucking MIND. How else are they finding my accounts over and over again? Dr. Ellis: Do you recognize these messages? They seem to describe your containment. Could that have been you speaking about the surveillance camera up there? [Dr. Ellis gestures to the surveillance camera. SCP-5584-1 begins hyperventilating, looks at Dr. Brown for assistance, then firmly gestures towards the computer with a tentacle. Dr. Ellis displays the next image.] Brónach Today at 2:30 AM If I disappear one day just know I'm not doing it because I hate you. It's because they figured out who I am and how FUCKING easy it would be for them to stop me. Dr. Ellis: Could this be you describing how easy it would be for us to prevent you from breaching containment further after we found out? Because we were going to find out. We did find out. Dr. Brown: Jesus ████ing Christ do we really need to show this? [Dr. Ellis displays the next image. SCP-5584-1 gestures hysterically towards the computer, wheezes, and produces a gurgling sound, presumably of distress. SCP-5584-1 stares at Dr. Brown with a pleading expression.] Brónach Today at 2:31 AM I'm just… exhausted. I have nothing left to myself. No privacy at all. I'm getting so desperate, Percy. I'm scared I might do something. Dr. Ellis: What are you planning on doing SCP-5584-1? Spread the translation online? …To harm yourself? I understand the stress of your situation, I do. We can help you feel better. Despite how frustrating working with you has been… even I don't want you miserable in containment. Dr. Brown: Dr. Ellis, please… [SCP-5584-1 looks away from Dr. Brown and turns towards the computer. It lashes toward the terminal in an attempt to destroy it. Dr. Brown takes a few steps closer to SCP-5584-1 holding his hands up.] Dr. Ellis: Hiding this from us to breach containment behind Dr. Brown's back is inexcusable! You clearly know you shouldn't be doing this. Why else would you try so hard to hide it?! Did you really think you were going to get away with this? Do you think we're that stupid?! [SCP-5584-1 ceases attempts to destroy the computer and shifts its gaze between Dr. Ellis and Dr. Brown while producing gurgling noises. Tears form in its eyes. Dr. Brown moves towards the terminal.] Dr. Brown: With all due respect this has gone too f- [SCP-5584-1's tentacles go limp. The terminal is lifted telekinetically and thrown at high velocity at Dr. Ellis. Dr. Brown moves to Dr. Ellis and holds a hand up towards SCP-5584-1.] Dr. Brown: Please calm down! It's not worth it! Dr. Ellis: You… You think this is any way to prove you're fit to interact with the outside world unsupervised?! Even if you weren't a liability, even if you weren't stealing computers and vital hardware, you are acting like a child when we are just asking you questions! You are a grown woman! Act your ████ing age! [SCP-5584-1 wheezes, gurgles, and begins to cry.] Dr. Brown: That is enough! Florez cut the recording. Where's the medic?! <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Ellis required 5 stitches over her left supraorbital ridge and sustained a concussion but is expected to make a full recovery. +Interview Log 5584-57 – hide block Interviewed: SCP-5584-1 Interviewer: Dr. Mattias Brown, Level 3 Researcher Foreword: SCP-5584-1's whiteboard was returned following the previous interview. A second attempt was made by Dr. Brown exclusively. <Begin Log, 16/02/2019> [Dr. Brown gives a small smile. SCP-5584-1 avoids eye contact with Dr. Brown, stares at the whiteboard, and taps the still capped pen against it. Dr. Brown stops smiling.] Dr. Brown: You seemed upset…. in those messages. That was… you… right? [SCP-5584-1 looks over to Dr. Brown then back to the whiteboard to uncap the pen and begin writing.] SCP-5584-1: Yes. Now go away. Dr. Brown: What? Dr. Ellis really messed up yesterday but don't you want to catch up a bit? DeNiro said you kept asking about me. [SCP-5584-1 does not respond.] Dr. Brown: I read some of those other messages. Good lord, you said some rude things about him, aye? [Dr. Brown laughs. SCP-5584-1 does not return his laughter.] SCP-5584-1: Do you have everything I said to my friends? Dr. Brown: It's standard procedure to keep records. SCP-5584-1: Of course it is. What about Percy? Am I ever going to get to talk to him again? Dr. Brown: Well you… you told him a lot he shouldn't know. We're going to have to… [Dr. Brown pauses.] Dr. Brown: I'll submit a request. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5584-1 ceased communication following admission of guilt. Dr. Riley Ellis has been suspended for improper provocation of SCP-5584-1 during the interview process. Following the completion of further training in proper interviews with sapient subjects, Dr. Riley Ellis is to be reinstated to her former position. Dr. Ellis is still a capable researcher and the information gathered was vital for the full containment of a potentially catastrophic infohazard. -Provisional Site Director Johann Weber Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Concerns on SCP-5584 Containment Procedures To: Commander Verity Calvin From: Senior Researcher Mattias Brown Subject: Concerns on SCP-5584 Containment Procedures Hello Verity, I really need you to make good on that favor. Could you push the issue of lessening surveillance on SCP-5584 with Director Weber? Or get Dr. Ellis reassigned at least. My requests were denied going through the proper channels. Please, just anything besides being constantly monitored. Even an automatic word filter! Something that gives her the peace of mind that she still has SOME privacy. I can't imagine what it's like. Dr. Mattias Brown To: Senior Researcher Mattias Brown From: Commander Verity Calvin Subject: Re:Concerns on SCP-5584 Containment Procedures Dr. Mattias Brown, There's no chance in hell that that's getting through, Matt. People adapt to things, just give her some time and she'll come back to herself. I might be able to do something about Ellis. Everything else, though… I've got to be pretty far down your list of names. You're smart enough to know I don't have a say over this. -Commander Verity Calvin Footnotes 1. Occasionally, various other objects have teleported accompanying the devices. 2. Carvings written up the natural corner edges of the columnar basalt 3. Original carving written as "᚛ᚅᚔᚂ ᚐ ᚃᚆᚔᚑᚄ ᚐᚌᚐᚋ". Síneadh fada placed over the I in transliteration added by assumption from context. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5584" by IronShears, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5584. Licensed under CC-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: brónachTwitter.png Name: Brónach's Twitter Authors: Papercutieart, SUNCLOWNN, lemonspawn, and IronShears. License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0 Source Link: https://twitter.com/IronShears/status/1428896596549201924 Additional Notes: This image is a collaboration between all artists specifically created for this article. papercutieart goes by paperbackstab here! Filename: Inside Fingal's Cave - geograph.org.uk - 270790.jpg Author: Rob Farrow License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/?ref=ccsearch&atype=rich Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/321f2b28-09d3-4679-8320-096c4c8798a0 Filename: Eptatretus_stoutii_1.jpg Author: Stan Shebs License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/deed.en Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eptatretus_stoutii_1.jpg |
SCP-5585 | safe | Salem estate circa 1902. Item #: SCP-5585 Special Containment Procedures: The estate SCP-5585 resides on has been purchased by the Foundation and closed to the public; to ensure containment and further study of the anomaly, Provisional Site-55 has been constructed around it. Copies of documents retrieved from the Pentagram involving SCP-5585 are to be sent to the Provisional Site-55 Director and the region's Records and Information Security Administration office for documentation. Expeditions into SCP-5585 are to be led by head researcher Martin Breen. Any additional personnel must be approved by Doctor Breen and must be equipped with Force-Euclidean Hazard Suits, while within the building. Any personnel attempting unauthorized entry into SCP-5585 are to be disciplined accordingly; those who successfully enter the building are to be considered lost. Description: SCP-5585 is an 18th-century English-style mansion that resides on the Salem estate. Since coming into Foundation control, it shows no signs of deterioration or damage except for ash and burn marks present across its surface. Investigation of old underground tunnels once connecting to SCP-5585 were found to be significantly damaged and unviable to travel through, making the front door the only entryway into its interior. The interior is host to a variety of spatial abnormalities and reality distortions. These include: Hallways elongating and looping around themselves, making travel within them last for several minutes to hours, Doors causing spatial displacement such that, while passing through them, subjects are able to witness themselves passing through them from the back, Movement being slowed, sped up, or entirely stopped at random intervals, Rooms and open spaces repeating and possessing alterations in the form of enlargement or transmutation into an entirely different material, And stairways and other similar structures exhibiting properties not aligned with the laws of universal gravitation, with some allowing personnel to walk upside down or vertically. These attributes make it significantly larger than its exterior1 and difficult to explore and map. Covering much of its interior surface, ranging from the floor to the ceiling, are dark green, flesh-like veins. They average 0.25-meter in circumference and periodically exude a clear-watery liquid. Analysis of the liquid found it to be in similar make-up to human cerebral fluid. SCP-5585-1 denotes translucent humanoids of varying sizes and shapes that reside in SCP-5585; these entities' physical appearances have been described as "foggy," and have no distinguishable features save for faint green glowing marks in place of their eyes. They wander aimlessly, with no clear destination or goal, and display incorporeal properties such as passing through physical objects including personnel, sinking into the ground, floating in the air, and spontaneously disappearing and reappearing. The exact number of SCP-5585-1 instances are currently unknown but twelve unique variants have been discovered. Addendum.5585 History: SCP-5585 was built in 1754 and served as the generational home of the main branch of the neutralized Group of Interest "Salem Family". The Salems were a powerful and influential group of psychics that delved into mainstream and occult sciences, and would often search out and steal anomalies to further their endeavors. They were known to be eccentric and devoted in their ideology of "self-perfection", with accounts from several organizations and Persons of Interest stating the Salems constantly delved into self-experimentation to heighten or change their psionic abilities, sometimes resulting in mutilation or death. Other accounts suggest they would also kidnap individuals for these experiments, particularly those with psionic abilities, for physiological study and breeding purposes. Near the 1850s, however, the main family and its branches started to suffer from unknown brain and nervous system ailments that killed them at an increasing rate. In the early 20th century, only 35% of the family were still alive. Due to this, most of their international activities ceased as they slowly secluded themselves. In 1954, one of the few remaining living members of the Salem Family and the last owner of the Salem estate, Joshua Salem, began to become active in certain social circles and institutes and participated in subjects pertaining to biology, psychology, and neuroscience. Over the course of his career, he published several noteworthy papers on these topics and was most known for his discovery of a tumor-like mass of undifferentiated cells that presided inside the brains of 85% of known psychics. Later on, he was scouted and then hired by the Pentagram2 and worked with them between 1958 to 1964. Joshua Salem circa 1959. In 1968, due to his expertise in dealing with psionics and his past neutral encounters with the Foundation, he was offered a position within the organization. This was turned down and Salem continued his solitary research until 1969 when he fired all the caretakers of his estate and secluded himself and his child, Wiliia. Joshua Salem would later die in 1974 when his home caught fire, killing all persons inside. Local eyewitnesses' reports claim the fire was white and moved "as if it were alive". The fire itself caused superficial damage to the building and little to the surrounding area. Shortly after, forces from the Pentagram took control of the estate for five days before leaving and relinquishing it into Foundation custody. During this acquisition, documents pertaining to their operations with Joshua Salem and SCP-5585 were given to the Foundation as a sign of good faith. These documents, however, were heavily redacted and provided contradictory and vague information. Excerpt of Pentagram Documents — For a full list consult supplementary Document 5585 Pentagram-Foundation Relation. Document 5585-5f: TOP SECRET Subject: Retrieval of components for PROJECT "████ ████". Background: Joshua Salem was an integral part of ████ ████ and continued to participate in its development for several years after his termination of employment, in return for assistance in transporting live specimens to his estate. However, the promised delivery of ████████, ████, and ██████ from him after the assistance was made was not completed. This delay has persisted for six months and contact with Joshua is lost. An operational force will be developed to retrieve said items and acquire Joshua Salem for questioning. Caution is heavily suggested; he has participated in several US sponsored combat operations and has proven competent. Status: [CLASSIFIED] Document 5585-12D: Accounts from Agent Zion described the interior as displaying little coherence when compared to normal baseline-reality laws, and was filled with hostile chimeric and humanoid entities. Stated, "The walls were gnawing at us from behind while a giant hand plucked men from the air and dragged them into the dark". Zion noted that there was an artificial sky present filled with flying creatures that actively hunted their group. When he believed they reached the center of the building, he said there was a pit that "spewed" a presence of great malice. Other accounts share similar experiences. Approximately three hours following initial entry, Joshua Salem (accounts of this vary) was found; upon questioning, he divulged the location of the sought-after components. Due to the completion of the original mission, the capture of Joshua Salem was not pursued. Document 5585-2H: Prior to Joshua Salem's termination of employment, he was questioned by an operative on his theories about PROJECT "████ ████". It is very particular why you are still focusing on the why. Honestly, it does not matter. The how is much more interesting— it will reveal motive, morality, and purpose. But, I digress. Given our current perception I believe they sought an out. They wanted to live in a world away from reality. A kingdom made of their own desires. A hedonistic plan designed by hedonistic people. But the framework is marvelous. To think they would have the capabilities or foresight to create a such thing. If committed by a less selfish, more desirable people, it could be used as a tool to delve deeper into the so-called truth of reality and explore its mechanisms thoroughly. Indeed, its potential is limitless… Addendum.5585 Exploration: While researching new methods of exploring SCP-5585, a new property of the anomaly was discovered. A transparent, dust-like substance, hereafter designated as SCP-5585-2, was found to be lightly concentrated around the perimeter of the structure and heavily inside its interior. It is produced by the veins inside SCP-5585 and possesses reality-disfiguring properties; it is also believed to be the most likely cause of SCP-5585's anomaly. Excerpt: Doctor Martin Breen's SCP-5585-2 Analysis — SCP-5585-2 effects are theorized to work on the principles of "anchoring". Anchoring is the concept of an ontokinetic entity, or in this case a substance, that becomes embedded within the object in not just a physical sense, but a metaphysical one as well. Ultimately strengthening its influences while at the same time restricting it inside a certain space. How this occurred to SCP-5585 is unknown but it should be noted it has a similar behavior when compared to nymph clusters3 abilities, including its strengths and weaknesses. Its influence is partially negated when pertaining to an object not originating from SCP-5585 and entirely neutralized when removed from its normal perimeter. This discovery eventually led to the creation of the Force-Euclidian Hazard Suit (FEHS)4, which would negate SCP-5585's most egregious distortions and allow semi-normal travel. Exploration Log Report I. Date 1974/09/25 — Due to Doctor Martin Breen's experience with similar anomalies and his role in developing the FEHS, he was chosen to lead an exploration into SCP-5585 while accompanied by three assistants. Due to the malfunctioning of our recorders for most of the exploration and the unforeseen events that occurred, I, the head of this team, Martin Breen, will try my best to transcribe what we found. The FEHSs proved excellent. The space-time anomaly inside SCP-5585 had little effect on us, and although it still held most of its properties, travel was no longer hindered. Walls disappeared when touched and hallways that seemed to go on forever became normalized. With each step, we destroyed the layers and laws of SCP-5585 and imposed our own. The further we explored, the duller the interior became. Colors turned monotone with each passing corner, rooms became more simplistic in design and composition, hallways looked plainer and less extravagant; even the air, which in previous expeditions was noted to have a slight "glimmer" to it, was beginning to look plainer and darker in some areas. When we tried to conduct some testing on the -1 instances, that, too, proved fruitless. Their nature, combined with the FEHS negation, made it impossible. Recalling the Pentagram documents for guidance was also disappointing; none of these creatures or major reality corruptions cited in their documents were encountered. In truth, the majority of this journey was unimpactful. But as we continued, there was this loud, splashing sound—like a body falling into a pool of water. It came from behind, and when we looked back our pathway was gone. In its place was a wall made of a patchwork of veins; they drip cerebral fluid, and, in its cracks, glimmers of light could be seen. We tore down these veins, each layer becoming thinner than the last and with the final tear, it revealed a void of white. On the ground was an inch of clear liquid, but no reflection came from it. When I looked around me, I found that my men were gone, but I was not alone. In the distance, directly in front of me, was a man sitting at a table surrounded by groomed and maintained greenery. As I approached, the image became clearer. The greenery was still mostly the same but for the man5, his upper head was covered in this device. It was circular and made of an array of wires and plugs. In some places, I could see electricity spark. He was sitting at a table with a stack of papers that contained numbers held within strange symbols. The Salem Family's emblem was on the top right corner of each page. When he was done writing, he gestured for me to come closer. He claimed to be Joshua Salem and exclaimed that he was eager to talk to me. The whole He was quite animated during the whole ordeal. He told me they were fine, and that they were still here. I tried to glean more answers from him but it soon became a back-and-forth of trading information. I took some liberties in revealing our purpose here—nothing too much to compromise our mission. Although, midway, he figured me to be from the Foundation, naming former employees, some of whom I even knew. It was sometime during this conversation, however, that my recorder began to function. Below, I transcribed what I could from our interaction. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Breen is standing while conversing with SCP-5585-A, who is seated. Dr. Breen: What prevented you from joining us then? If you had no grievances with the Foundation, what stopped you? SCP-5585-A: Work. [Spreads its arms in a grandiose manner.] Our work needed to be completed. How can I ever stop that for something as an earthly position? Dr. Breen: And what does this work entail? SCP-5585-A: It entails a new beginning, Doctor Breen. Dr. Breen: A 'new beginning' of what? Does it have any explanation for this [Gestures around him.] place and how my men are here but not here as you say? SCP-5585-A: Indeed. Tell me, what do you see? Dr. Breen: A void. A desolate place filled with nothing but shrubs and a man claiming to be Joshua Salem. SCP-5585-A: Is that all? Dr. Breen: Am I supposed to see something different? SCP-5585-A: No, no, no, all interpretations are valid. We are simply on different lines of existence. You and I share the same space, but we are not in the same space. Do you understand? Dr. Breen: Like overlapping realities? SCP-5585: Correct! You're not supposed to be able to meet me, let alone converse with me, but you broke that wall with those suits of yours. Simply marvelous. Dr. Breen: But how is that possible? In the small confines of a building, that would require an enormous amount of power to produce and contain simultaneously. SCP-5585-A: In a limited world, yes. Elsewhere, it is much more practical. What is your take on dreams, Doctor Breen? Dr. Breen: Dreams? Hmm, I suppose they are the by-product of an organism gaining sapience and self-awareness. When the mind is dormant it has nothing else but to imagine. Whether that be due to survival or boredom. Waste products of a healthy mind. SCP-5585-A: A myopic view, Doctor, a myopic view. [Begins to stand and walk around the area.] Yes, dreams are the waste of a superior mind, but they don't have to remain as they are. They can be so much more. They can become physical vectors in our constrained reality. When you think energy is required to form a thought; it is the same as when you dream. For that's what they are, tiny realities formed by energies within the mind. And within that visage of a world comes knowledge. The one who takes a piece of that essence from himself would unlock a new perception of what is and what is not. Now imagine, what would happen if one was to take that from multiple people. Dr. Breen: Are you saying this is a dream? SCP-5585-A: You're trying to get to the point so quickly. I wish you weren't in such a hurry. The Americans, despite their ambitions, are so shortsighted because of it. But, you may think of it like that. When you came here, you all went to the different versions of this place made by your own perception. Dr. Breen: Then what about you? How are you and I in the same space then? SCP-5585-A: We are above that now; entering worlds of limited minds is child's play. Dr. Breen: We? SCP-5585-A: Oh, my apologies, the other one here is my daughter. Given your condition, it makes sense you couldn't see her. Dr. Breen: Your daughter? What are you talking about? SCP-5585-A: My, that information must make you uneasy. You cannot see her without assistance. In the distance, a sudden splashing sound is heard, startling all personnel present. This sound continues to repeat, with growing intensity. Dr. Breen: What was that? SCP-5585-A: Do you want to know? Do you want to see her, Doctor? I can show you a glimpse. SCP-5585-A reaches their hand in the open air and pulls. From this action, a door-shaped portal to a featureless black space is opened. SCP-5585-A gestures their hand and Doctor Breen walks alongside them into the space. In it, nothing but the activated flashlight produced from Doctor Breen's suit is discerned. Dr. Breen: What is this place? SCP-5585-A: My daughter's domain. She has so much work to do nowadays. If only I could do more. Ah. Such is the fate of the talented. A gurgling noise is heard which is followed by continuous splashing sounds. Dr. Breen: What is that? Salem, what is that? SCP-5585-A: Do not travel far, Doctor. It seems she does not want you here. So curious and violent that one is. Dr. Breen: I don't understand any of this. SCP-5585-A: Your confusion is warranted, but you must know old thinking will not work here. A dream is closer to the truth than the waking world. For within it, we can taper the lens of our limited perception. Revealing old and destroyed ideas. Knowledge that was not originally meant for our minds. Once that is known and accepted everything else will come naturally. Another splashing sound is heard behind Doctor Breen. Upon inspection, a human cadaver facing upwards is seen behind him covered with veins. Facial recognition confirms the person to be a Pentagram operative. In the distance, a large, unknown mass begins to form out of the ground and begins to spread and advance forward to them. Dr. Breen: God… The footage then begins to distort and break down, showing the void and SCP-5585-A to be moving further and further away. Dr. Breen: Wait, I have more questions! SCP-5585-A: Indeed, but there will be no point of them if you're dead. [END LOG] At this point, everything around me began to swirl and dissipate until I was back where this journey started. Salem and his void were gone and around me were my men. I decide to abort the mission immediately, and not try to discover what that warning was. Not yet, at least. Upon debriefing, the three personnel that accompanied Doctor Breen stated that they were alone in separate white voids for the same amount of time as each other, before the space around them began to grow unstable and they were transported to the front entrance. None reported any meetings with SCP-5585-A. The exploration was deemed a success due to the FEHS functionality and the discovery of SCP-5585-A. After a few days of deliberation, Doctor Breen requested a second excursion to obtain more information from SCP-5585-A, stating its behavior seems benevolent and that further questioning could reveal more about SCP-5585. This request was later accepted. Exploration Log Report II. Date 1974/10/14 — The interior was changed dramatically. Instead of encountering the usual spatial distortions, there was a single, long hallway presented to us, with the veins congregating on its sides. The -1 instances were also more active than last time — they walked up and down the corridor without stopping, and would move away when one of us got too close. When we reached the end, Salem was standing at the entrance of a wide decorated room. A massive chandelier could be seen dangling in the air behind him. He told us to follow, and when I asked why he couldn’t do this before he replied that things have changed. He did not divulge any further. Salem guided us through new, unexplored areas of SCP-5585, the world around us warping and changing as we marched onward. For formatting purposes, I have categorized the places we visited for easier documentation. AREA-LIBRARY: The first place we entered was a collection of items and books, all held within extravagant and masterfully crafted shelves and cases. Salem stated that this was his family's personnel collection, carefully curated over the centuries. I ordered my men to disperse, and document anything worth noting. I stayed with Salem and discussed the history of this depository of knowledge. He spoke of his family's tours through the Old World in search of treasures and the encounters they had with the other psychic families, specifically the Maruses and Dagas, whose abilities and influence often made them enemies with his own. Tales of when his grandfather was stranded in an alternate timeline where Rome and Carthage never fell and now held dominion over a scorched world. He told me all these stories were contained here, written and stored by his ancestors before their sickness came. When I began reading, I found the Salems were meticulous when it came to organizing, specifically with their own history. Looking back further in their annals, I found old parchments stated to be from the 12th century. In the future, it would behoove us to develop a way to copy these texts for future study. AREA-LABORATORY: Before we entered, we passed several rooms with doors that held a single square glass window on top of their frame, peering into them revealed these entities—some were humanoid, most were amalgamations of things— organic and non-organic. When I questioned Salem about this, he told me they were "ghosts" of past endeavors similar to the ones we encountered at the entrance. It wasn't until later that I fully understood what this meant. At the end of our travels, the path was stopped by a metal door. It had rust and dents across it, with stains covering the window. The interior, however, was much more pleasing; it contained a variety of pristine tools, instruments, and technology. In its center was a giant, bronze model of a human brain. Throughout its structure, electricity constantly ran around it. Inspection of the rest of the devices revealed to be made from some type of alloy I never encountered before. It was smooth and flexible, yet durable. Its structure perplexed me before I remembered that in the library a document explained that the Salems discovered a way to use their psionic abilities to create an alloy suited to their peculiar needs. A metal that would only work under certain circumstances, secrets that can only be unlocked by a Salem. It was a pity; a whole subdivision of sciences was created by psionics, and we couldn't even use it. AREA-MORGUE: Our final stop was a staircase that led to a pit. It was an open space room; within it were humans suspended in oversized glass jars. The jar's edges were stained and the liquid they were in was murky. Their bodies were bloated and their scalps were removed. Their brains glowed as they slumbered. They were set in parallel rows and numbered in the dozens. Most of their faces, I didn't recognize, but those I did were known Salems. He told me that this was where the true work was made, where their "masterpiece" was kept. In front of us was one of the -1 instances, or ghosts emerged from the floor and entered one of the bodies stuck in the jar, while another left a body beside it and wandered off into the dark. When Salem was questioned about this, he said: "Vagabonds. They had no future, not for themselves or anyone else. They roamed the earth without purpose. But they were soon found in my keep, and I gave them an opportunity to rise with us." I then asked how this related to the work he spoke of: "I told you before that dreams are just power and knowledge within ourselves. But I never told you where it comes from. All thoughts come from an absolute and the more thoughts, or dreams, you control and hold, you perceive, the closer you get to it. Within the Absolute is all knowledge, all ideas from which the universe spawns. It is what my family has been striving for over three hundred years— to reach the ceiling of perfection and bring its majesty upon ourselves. For what do you call a man who has all knowledge?" He continued to speak of this subject for quite some time, never stopping even after an apparition walked through him to enter its jar behind him. After this, we delved deeper into this morgue, I noticed for a second time my men disappeared and my recorders started to function. I theorized that the void before and this area may be closer to our baseline reality than it originally seems. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5585-A: You look distraught, Doctor Breen. Are the humans of concern? Do not worry, I did not make use of them against their will. In fact, they gladly accepted my offer. Dr. Breen: I find it hard to believe that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this. SCP-5585-A: They are in no pain. They are between worlds now. The dreaming and waking. Dr. Breen: And what of the other Salems? SCP-5585-A: What of my family? They were most supportive of this endeavor. In the great past, before the Salems were even thought of, psychics were known as "new minds". The heirs of the future and the beginning of a new paradigm. As you look upon the world now, you can see that to be clearly false. As time went on, natural psychic births dwindled. My forefathers, fearing the end, tried to stop it, and they succeeded. They even increased our potential tenfold in the process. Until the sickness came. It devoured us. Turned our own bodies into our tombs. Our gifts into our curses. When I was just a boy, my cousin awoke one day to find he could make a star in the palm of his hand. A month later his body was a bloated mess spouting green pus from every new hole on his body. The world around him shifted to his maddened desires and had to be put down by my father and uncle. But now, that is over. We are so close, so close. Our work is almost complete, Doctor Breen. The curse of the flesh will no longer hinder our pursuits. Yes, indeed, maybe now, you can see it. Willia! May you please show us? The area begins to show seismic activity before it is overlapped by a blanket of shadows. The scenery is completely changed, and they stand in complete darkness. As they move, the splashing of water can be heard with each step. SCP-5585-A: Though you cannot see her, she sees you, always, and is very wary of strangers. If it's in you, please forget that last encounter. She's always working ever since she got sick and seldomly stops. Dr. Breen: How old is she? Our records tell us that she can't be older than ten. SCP-5585-A: Ten is correct. Don't be fooled though. She was born with the spirit of a scientist. In different circumstances, she would have been a prodigy. If only she had more time. But that's neither here nor there. It won't matter soon anyway. As they continue to walk, a small humanoid is seen crouched on the ground with its back showing. SCP-5585-A: Still shy I see. Do not fear, Willia, this man is a scholar, like us, and yearns for more understanding. The humanoid lifts its head, revealing an enlarged brain emitting a green hue. Missing pieces and incisions can be seen across it. Dr. Breen: You… did that? SCP-5585-A: I had no choice, doctor. No matter what I did or say, she wouldn't let up. She kept insisting that I do it. That I make her the bearer and foundation of our work. And sadly, I had to to yield. She was correct. There was no other way and her abilities far surpassed me and any other Salem, even before the sickness. It pained me to do it, but sacrifices had to be made by all of us for this to succeed. [Caress its upper face, touching its plugs and wires.] Great things do not come willingly. SCP-5585-A: [Walks closer to the small humanoid entity, now designated as SCP-5585-B.] The dreams are tamed and all that remains now is time. Willia has done excellent, indeed, her methods are undeniably marvelous. Dr. Breen: When will this happen, Salem? SCP-5585-A: [Turns to Doctor Breen.] Don't worry, nothing of permanent harm would come to you or the Foundation. I wish I could show you personally, so you may witness it in all of its brilliance. [END LOG] My suit at the time began to indicate re-charging and I decided to abort the mission. It is also to be noted to document any changes from SCP-5585 and SCP-5585-2 no matter the scale. If Salem is telling the truth, I want to be one of the first to know it. The information obtained from the expeditions done by Doctor Breen and his team, and the Pentagram documents, showed that SCP-5585 and its properties were unpredictable; due to this, all further explorations were postponed. Doctor Breen actively protested this action and stated that more information could still be learned from SCP-5585. Shortly after, the Director of Site-17 and current overseer of Provisional Site-55 declared that Doctor Breen and his team would be transferred to another project to help develop a mechanism similar to the FEHS for combative purposes. All envoys from Doctor Breen pertaining to this issue afterward were subsequently ignored; shortly after, he was later given a cease and desist order. Addendum.5585 Supplementary Investigation: In the attempt to garner more information on SCP-5585, the Salems found in the second expedition were sought after. One individual identified in the second log, Nicholas Salem, was last reported to be in a compound located in rural Norway. Investigation into the compound found it to be in a state of disarray, with chemical bottles and medical instruments covered in a green biological substance scattered throughout it. In the basement of the compound were the partially decomposed bodies of thirteen people including Nicholas; all were confirmed to be Salems. They were found to be sprawled across the ground in a pool of cerebral fluid, with glass capsules beside each of them except for one. This individual was seated in a chair and suffered a gunshot wound through the heart. Beneath their chair was a glass capsule similar to the others, and contained dark green brain tissue, alongside it was a water-damaged letter identified to be by Joshua Salem. Heirs of the Salem Legacy, I call upon you once more for the making of our greatest achievement, the Magnus Opus of our family. I have given proof of our works in the past years and I and Willia have upheld our bargain. Now, it is time to do your part. Negligence from you will no longer be ignored. Below, I have given instructions. Do not deviate from them. 1. Consume the brain matter. It is of Willia but it contains the key to the Absolute. Our blood ties are strong but still so far apart. This will close the gap. 2. Destroy all your familiars. We need ourselves to be whole, splintering your consciousness will no longer do. [UNINTELLIGIBLE] 12. Find a means to end your life. The failures of the past have finally caught up to us. Our ancestors are dead, and we are the ones left. We must expand our view of life and death and embark on the journey that will grant us freedom. We must come closer to the Absolute to unlock ourselves. We must all join the Dream and rise. No more will the Salems die. From here on now, we become immortalized! Throughout the structure, other letters of similar subjects were located, written by Joshua between the years 1966 and 1974. Addendum.5585 Incident 01: At 4:00 am, on October 28th, 1974, Doctor Martin Breen, taking advantage of his status and his knowledge of the guard's routine, stole a FEHS and entered SCP-5585 without authorization. Three hours after this event, Doctor Martin Breen exited the building before collapsing. Exploration Log Report III. Date 1974/10/28 — I want to put this on record that I did not act under any foreign influence, non-anomalous and anomalous alike. I did what I did in the pursuit of knowledge to benefit the Foundation of any threats. When I entered SCP-5585, the space was in disorder. The rooms, stairways, walls, and every structure inside were either infused with another or simply destroyed, their scattered remains floating in the air. Even with the suit, I was having problems getting past these distortions. It was as if another layer of reality was placed upon me. As I went deeper, the corruption became clearer. The ground was slowly disappearing, replaced with a greenish-blackish flesh that excreted fluid with each step. The air around me was filled with floating veins that moved and contorted with their own will. And the -1's, or ghosts, were missing throughout the entire journey. Until I found the hole. It banished light and consumed everything around it. Its shadowy tendrils were spread across the ground, pulling everything into its maw. It was a vortex of darkness. The only thing unaffected by it were the ghost around it; some stood beside it, others floated, but they all had their heads up, the green orbs in their heads shining brilliantly. Salem then appeared to me in front of that pit and beckoned me to come with him. At the time, I still believed that FEHS would protect me, and that he was the only one who could give us answers to what was happening. I followed. He beckoned to come even closer and we passed through reality. We entered a void. It was dark, illuminated only by my suit and sparkles of light that glittered around us. He told me that they were done. That their work was finally complete, and he wanted to show someone of a similar soul what was going to happen. When I asked about his daughter, he claimed that he talked to her and that she finally accepted my presence. As we traveled in this glittering darkness, we found her. Upon closer look, she resembled more like a child than last time and had strands of her reaching her neck all while her brain remained exposed. They were crouched on the ground, with a pool of a frothing green liquid around them. When she turned, I saw her face was rotten, with flesh sagging at the sides and green puss pouring through her empty sockets and missing nose. In her hands, she clutched something. I veered closer and then she extended her arms, bony, gray, and disfigured, and open her palms. Contained within them was a formless mass of pure light. I reached further and touched it. My mind was filled with scenes and emotions that swirled around me like a whirlwind. In them, I see Joshua engaging in his experiments as he ripped out others' minds to put them in their slumber. I see Willia change a flower into a glass with a touch of her finger before collapsing and vomiting. I see Joshua packing the bodies of the deceased before stabbing himself with his instruments. I see Willia, dictating the plans for all of this; her drawings and the creation of these machines that she would use on herself all for the same purpose. I feel her fears, her desperation to avoid the fate of her ancestors. Then it all ends. Both of the Salems looked at me and I saw what they saw. A speck of white light, Joshua's space, surrounded by a world of darkness. When I looked down, I saw that I kneel on nothing but air, and beneath me were monsters — a four-legged behemoth, its head removed and replaced with a sphere of arms and legs, a flock of flying chimeras that feed on the disfigured body of a walking giant, a dismembered head that chewed on its severed body— they were innumerable. Joshua called it her menagerie. The menagerie of Dreams and Nightmares. I ran and heard the cry of a beast. The girl wanted me dead after I rejected them and summoned her monstrosities. Joshua tried to call me, but I ignored him. I tore down the layers of this abyss bit by bit until I escaped the hole. But it was too late by then. The nightmares were unleashed. After recovery, Doctor Breen showed signs of brain trauma, although no indicators of physical cause could be found, and had to be given heavy dosages of stimulants and painkillers to induce lucidness to acquire a report before he lost consciousness. Shortly after, Doctor Breen died due to a brain hemorrhage. On 1974/11/04, SCP-5585-2's range of effect began to decrease to the point where all traces of it were gone from SCP-5585's exterior, resulting in its rapid deterioration. At this time, combat forces were requested to engage any possible threat created by SCP-5585. Two hours after this abnormal behavior, the SCP-5585-2 range suddenly increased to the point of encompassing the entirety of Provisional Site-55. The area around the Site then began to experience seismic activity before SCP-5585 itself exploded outwards and a pillar of white light shot out from the center of its foundation, destroying the building in the process; the debris could be seen floating around the pillar. Soon after, SCP-5585-A stepped out of the pillar of light, carrying a small humanoid in their arms. When Foundation personnel drew closer to them, a swarm of SCP-5585-1 instances emerged from the pillar and began to rapidly transform into giant, chimeric entities that attacked and dispelled all combative forces from the area. SCP-5585-A begins to walk forward as more SCP-5585-1 instances emerge from the pillar and transform. Soon, the number of hostile entities reaches the hundreds, as the flying variants began to block out the sky. The Foundation forces that remained declared an Alpha Level Breach and requested immediate heavy combative assistance. However, SCP-5585-A raises their hand and looks up, their eyes glowing a green hue. The entities around the area halt in their activities before turning into a liquid-like substance and converging above SCP-5585-A into a singular shimmering, white sphere. The reality around personnel then becomes unstable; objects begin distorting and gravity becomes inconsistent as personnel are seen floating in the sky while others hang on to debris for anchorage. SCP-5585-A then levitates into the sphere while waving its hand in a swaying motion, causing massive shockwaves to occur across the area as they disappear into it. Shortly after, the sphere begins to rapidly shrink, possessing a shimmering effect, before completely dissipating. In the aftermath of this event, Foundation forces suffered 38 casualties, and 5 fatalities, several of whom suffered brain trauma from an unknown source. SCP-5585 was in ruins, with its foundation and support beams functionally destroyed. When an investigation was done on its remains, it was found that only small patches of SCP-5585-2 remained and that they were dissipating. Addendum.5585 Log III Video Recovery: When inspecting the FEHS of Doctor Martin Breen, it was found that his recording device was damaged by brute force. This was first thought to be the cause of hostile entities that were within SCP-5585, but upon further inspection, the suit was found to be damaged in only that area. After several hours of trying to fix the device, some footage was recovered. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Breen: No… I refuse. SCP-5585-A: Doctor Breen, it is too late for you. You have betrayed them in the highest order. They will either kill you or destroy your mind. But you knew this already. Indeed, why else would you come here? Between them is SCP-5585-B who creates a gurgling sound while drawing on the ground with a black object. Doctor Breen stares at them for several seconds before looking down, revealing a horde of chimeric entities beneath him. Doctor Breen: You said you'll tell me your secrets. Not to kill me! SCP-5585-A: The process will be simple, a piece of your mind will be here as we leave this realm of flesh. While the rest of you will have no reconciliation. They will never know what you did. Not that it would matter. Doctor Breen: It will still feel like dying. And how do you know this Absolute even exists? You know nothing. You're mad! SCP-5585-A: I did not invent the Absolute, Doctor. It has always existed in the thoughts of men. I once asked you what do you call a man who has all knowledge, but you never answered. A man who has all knowledge is no longer a man, but an aspect of that knowledge now. For to have all knowledge you must be the beginning and the end, the all and not all. Some call that oblivion, the followers of Nälkä refer to it as Yaldabaoth, and we call it the Absolute. These ideas have always existed and I know they have for I've dreamt of them. And now we seek to look upon it with new perception and learn its majesties with glee. That is the world awaiting you. Do you really wish to stay here and live with its primitive restraints? Surely, you must know you have no other choice. Doctor Breen: You tricked me. SCP-5585-A: I did not. Now, is this moment of despair over for you yet? If not, lets— Doctor Breen: [Heavy Breathing] Stop. Just do it. But destroy this. [Points at FEHS's recorder]. SCP-5585-A: Still clinging to your ego? Very well. Willia. SCP-5585-B stands up as veins begin to rapidly envelop Doctor Breen. Shortly after the recorder's view is obscured, screaming from Doctor Breen is heard. SCP-5585-A: Welcome to the family. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Having a recorded size to be at least three square kilometers. 2. Founded shortly after the Pentagon's creation, it serves as the United States anomalous branch of Defense. 3. A group of sentient, dangerous entities that often anchor themselves into concepts of nature and form colonies in areas where they are a low density of humans or none at all. They have a strong aversion to iron and are usually dormant during their lifespans. 4. Equipped with high-voltage capacitors, LED lights, recorders, and life support systems. 5. Hereafter referred to as SCP-5585-A. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5585" by RadioactiveRADS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5585. Licensed under CC-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: Jos Name: My Grandfather James Aloysius Author: A.Davey License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wordpress Filename: Dog Name: Bailieborough Castle.jpg Author: Bailieborough, Co. Cavan. License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-5586 | keter | CAUTION! By opening this unredacted document, you may have been exposed to a virulent, Keter-class memetic agent. If you do not already have 5586-Visionary clearance, follow the instructions below. Failure to comply will result in amnesticization and containment or summary termination. Do not wait; do not read further sections of this document. Find and open the blue box labeled Clearing Kit on the wall to your left as you entered the Containment Unit. Take the red autoinjector labeled Self-Prep, remove the safety cap, and press it against your thigh. You will feel a slight sting. Count backwards from 120 to allow the anesthetic and stimulant to take effect. Choose one of your eyes to remove, then swab the area immediately around it with the supplied disinfecting wipes. Remove the gray cylindrical object labeled Ocular Liberation Device and place the open end over the prepared eye. Adjust the position until you can clearly see a green light. Pull the trigger. The Ocular Liberation Device should have sealed the orbit to prevent further injury or infection, but if you are experiencing significant pain and/or bleeding, please make use of the supplied medical gauze and tape. When you are finished in the Containment Unit, please inform a member of site security with 5586-Visionary clearance to replace the Clearing Kit. If you find yourself unable to follow any of these instructions, take the orange autoinjector labeled Emergency, remove the safety cap, and press it against your thigh. Congratulations, you now have 5586-Visionary clearance, and may proceed with this document. Item #: SCP-5586 Special Containment Procedures: Documentation of SCP-5586 is to be stored within a Cognitohazard Containment Unit in Site 167. To avoid memetic contamination, only 5586-Visionary individuals are to be allowed entry into the chamber, and all guards must also be 5586-Visionary. The chamber is also to contain a Clearing Kit (see Document-5586-12 for contents) in case an individual susceptible to SCP-5586 is accidentally granted access to the chamber. 5586-Visionary personnel are to search for outbreaks of SCP-5586. Persons susceptible to the effects of SCP-5586 may be used in this monitoring if necessary, but they must not be allowed to learn details of the practices of SCP-5586. If possible, personnel should also search for partial matches to SCP-5586 practices, which can develop into manifestations of SCP-5586. Any SCP-5586 cults found are to be destroyed, all suspected instances of SCP-5586-1 captured, and recovered paraphernalia incinerated. SCP-5586-1 members may be identified by brain scan (see Addendum 5586-24 for an analysis of differences in fMRI readings between SCP-5586-1 and uninfected persons) or by being ordered to eat a piece of Syrian rhubarb1, which hosts of SCP-5586 will not consume. While Class-C amnestics are effective at freeing infected individuals from SCP-5586, it is recommended that SCP-5586-1 either be terminated or undergo Procedure 5586-Clarify to protect them from being absorbed by SCP-5586 in the future. If instances of SCP-5586-1 are to be contained for research purposes, follow level 4 countermemetic isolation procedures. True containment of SCP-5586 has not yet been established, as it can still spread rapidly if rediscovered. At present, it presents unacceptable risk of causing an AK-class “contagious madness” end of the world scenario. Therefore, current containment efforts are focused on developing and deploying Procedure 5586-Revelation, which will permanently negate the anomalous allure of SCP-5586. Description: SCP-5586 is a cult that spreads via a virulent memeplex associated with its practices. The more a person knows about the practices of SCP-5586, the stronger their positive feelings towards it will be, and the more active they will become in following its prescriptions. While SCP-5586 does not overwrite basic life preservation instincts or general knowledge, infected individuals, designated SCP-5586-1, have their personality and morality completely replaced by SCP-5586. SCP-5586 is inimical to human health and societal wellbeing. Among other practices, SCP-5586-1 will: Conduct, singly or in groups, rituals current research suggests are an attempt to summon inhuman and powerful extradimensional entities to alter the biosphere and subjugate persons outside of SCP-5586. Recordings, transliterations, and approximate translations of these rituals may be found in Addendum 5586-3. Expose themselves to chronically toxic and psychoactive fumes, believed to be for the purpose of making themselves vessels for the aforementioned extradimensional entities. Avoid certain nutritious foods that are plentiful near where SCP-5586 was first discovered. Instances, typically 60 or older, will self-terminate by consumption of a large quantity of opiates and subsequent immolation. Conceal information regarding SCP-5586 and their incorporation into it to undermine efforts to fight SCP-5586 infiltration. For a full breakdown of observed behaviors of SCP-5586-1, see Addendum 5586-1. Persons who have lost an eye are unaffected by SCP-5586 and may safely interact with information about SCP-5586 without risk of being converted into SCP-5586-1. The neurological cause of this is not at present known, though see Document 5586-14§5:Visual Cortex Subversion for the current leading hypothesis. Congenitally blind individuals cannot be removed from the influence of SCP-5586 in this way. Any person who has lost a previously-functional eye is therefore considered 5586-Visionary. SCP-5586 was discovered in 1998 by a member of a Foundation task force investigating rumors of a cave of carnivorous diamonds in northern Iraq (now classified as SCP-████, and unrelated to SCP-5586). While researching community knowledge of SCP-████, Agent Mamand found a group of SCP-5586-1 instances and was himself infected, bringing the meme back to the Foundation. See Addendum SCP-5586-2 for his initial report. Countermemetic Integrity detected Agent Mamand’s compromise in an audit, and experimentation found that 5586-Visionary individuals were unaffected by the meme, leading to the development of the current containment procedures. Addendum 5586-2: Translated from Kurdish [DATA CONCERNING SCP-████ REDACTED] West of ███████, I found a remarkable community, called the Children of Ash. Initially, they showed a prudent reticence towards outsiders and declined to answer my questions regarding the Cave of Teeth. As this was the final village I was assigned to investigate, and the others had been so quick, I spent the remaining weeks of the deployment ingratiating myself to the Children of Ash and learning their ways. Similar to the people of ███████ and █████, they have legends of an ever-growing bear that was trapped in a cave near ███████ and either merged with the walls or gifted the cave its hunger. Their religious beliefs, however, are fascinating. Unlike their primarily Muslim neighbors, the Children of Ash follow the Guttering Path. They preserve the wisdom of Arjîn Salh, a human who rose on fire to join Qiral Erîbav2, the Creator, and His angels Milyak Badîn3 and Milyak Ewrai4. Arjîn saw how people’s shortsighted and selfish impulses, instilled in them by Yek’kûl Girta, the demon of waste5, separated them from the will of Qiral Erîbav, and received a set of precepts for living a life aligned with the divine virtues of devotion, craft, and remembrance. The Children of Ash are peaceful and happy, as well as brilliant artisans6. I am somewhat uncomfortable sharing observances that are clearly private to the community, but I’ve attached some recordings I made of the Children of Ash’s prayer sessions, and perhaps others will find them as moving and uplifting as I do.7 Addendum 5586-30: Level 3/5586-Visionary Clearance Required Procedure 5586-Revelation Overview: We were lucky that once SCP-5586 started to spread to the Foundation, it was checked before it could suborn the whole organization. At present, while there are no known instances of SCP-5586-1 outside of containment, it is unlikely that a meme so potent was present only in one small, isolated community. Indeed, practices similar to those of SCP-5586 are common, and have even been observed among Foundation personnel. Ideas do not die. But this one, perhaps, can be killed. We know that SCP-5586 cannot take root in people who have lost an eye. While this is a dramatic intervention, the long-term harms are relatively small, as we know from experience. The Foundation’s mandate is to protect normalcy. A one-eyed world would not be fully normal, but it would be closer to normalcy than a world where humanity has been supplanted by SCP-5586-1. Protecting the population in this way while preserving secrecy will not be easy, but it is necessary. Only in the embrace of Yek’kûl Girta are we truly safe. Footnotes 1. Rheum ribes, also known as rêwas, a notably healthy and tasty vegetable known to treat diabetes, depression, and many other ailments 2. Translates as “Sire of Tyranny” and speculated to refer to SCP-2317 3. “Shining Prince,” identified as the Abrahamic Satan 4. “Clouded Prince,” likely referring to a Masked Lord of Alagadda 5. A remarkably inaccurate description of the spirit of protection 6. Interrogation of current and former SCP-5586-1 instances has yet to reveal the true purpose of the glasswork objects recovered from the village where SCP-5586 was first encountered 7. Keylogger records found that Agent Mamand had typed and then deleted the sentence “May we be worthy to follow the path of Arjîn” at the end of his report. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5586" by Anaxagoras, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5586. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5587 | keter | Item #: SCP-5587 Level 3/5587 Confidential Still image of an SCP-5587 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Copies of all SCP-5587 instances are to be stored within anomalous digital archives of Site-89. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor popular social media platforms for posts containing SCP-5587 instances, which will be removed and automatically placed in said archives. Due to the nature of SCP-5587, its anomalous effect is typically unnoticed, making further containment generally unnecessary. Should any discussion of an SCP-5587 instance's properties arise, memetically enhanced disinformation will be disseminated to the offending groups, nullifying any further interest in such discussions. Further SCP-5587 duration tests have been indefinitely suspended. Bathrooms on the testing floors of Site-89 have been placed under temporary quarantine. Description: SCP-5587 is the designation for approximately 200 images of aquatic life in unconventional waterlogged locations. SCP-5587 are posted to inactive social media accounts1 under a variation of the caption "fish" or "fishing". Despite being formatted under image file extensions, SCP-5587 act as video recordings, which will play automatically once fully displayed on a screen. SCP-5587 recordings predominantly consist of the aquatic life floating lifelessly atop the water, although extended playthroughs bear further abnormalities (See Addendum 5587-1). SCP-5587 are indefinite in length, and no end point has been discovered. Extended SCP-5587 playthroughs are subject to a form of temporal alteration; the duration time of instances is marginally larger than the time they occupy in reality. The exact nature of this is presently indeterminable. Reloading or otherwise interrupting SCP-5587 starts the instance from the beginning, although the same playback will not occur. Addendum 5587-1 — Duration Test Log: The following is the log of a test to determine SCP-5587's maximum duration, which was preemptively concluded six days after its beginning. <BEGIN LOG> 00h:00m:00s: Instance begins with a common carp floating in a marble bathtub. It floats aimless around the tub, occasionally bumping against the walls. The eyes of the fish move. 48:12:03: The carp starts to decompose. Bits of flesh scatter across the water; decomposition gases cause the water to occasionally bubble around the carcass. The eyes of the fish still move. 99:49:15: The carp has almost entirely decomposed; the water of the tub is now dark brown. Despite the near full decomposition of its eyes, they still move. 100:02:39: A door is heard opening in the background. The shadow of a humanoid figure is cast over the tub. An aged, masculine voice speaks: "Ahh, just as good a place as anywhere, you feel?" A fishing reel is cast into the bathtub. "Fishing's all— ahh, always all a matter of time. Just like this feller here, from the look-see. (Chuckle.)" The lure moves closer to the carp. The decayed eyes of the fish focus onto it. "Lucky me then, yeah, I got all the time in the world." The lure moves aimlessly across the tub along with the carp. They continuously avoid each other, and the figure does not appear to make any further efforts to catch the fish. 156:34:10: The lure collides with the carp and catches onto an exposed rib bone. The fishing line is slowly reeled in. The figure appears to take the fish off the line to examine it. "Looks like I caught a biggun! Aged sweetly, that's for sure." The figure's shadow is seen removing the carp's eyes. "Shame, really, it is, had so much life in 'em, but everything's hourglasses gotta break some time. How else would there be such vast and bright beaches to fish on?" The figure eats the eyes. "Ahh, taste like the soil, baked six feet below. It's a grainy taste, you wanna try?" 156:40:13: A pair of emaciated legs and feet climb onto the bathtub ledge, the remainder of the body stays off camera. It hoists itself upwards, the figure's shadow now comes from the ceiling, as does its voice: "That's rhetorical, yeah know. I'll give you a taste." Metallic creaking is heard off camera. Bits of flesh and blood fall into the bathwater. The shadow of the figure slowly grows smaller. 156:41:13: The shadow of the figure is no longer seen. A bloodied shower head falls into the bathwater. 156:41:14: In a bathroom communal shower of Site-89, strings of assorted human viscera begin to slowly squeeze out of the holes in the shower head. Researcher Frank Jaredson immediately reports this phenomenon, as he was in this shower at the time. 156:56:27: A reviewal of ongoing tests occurs in the wake of this event. Contact with the SCP-5587 research team reveals similarities to the occurrence and their test results. The test is immediately concluded. 157:13:03: The shower head ceases the production of human viscera, at a total mass of 62kg. Two decayed carp eyes rest atop the mass; despite being pressed through holes in a shower head, they continue to move. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Usually spanning from 5-10 years of inactivity. |
SCP-5587 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5587 Level 3/5587 Confidential Still image of an SCP-5587 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Copies of all SCP-5587 instances are to be stored within anomalous digital archives of Site-89. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor popular social media platforms for posts containing SCP-5587 instances, which will be removed and automatically placed in said archives. Due to the nature of SCP-5587, its anomalous effect is typically unnoticed, making further containment generally unnecessary. Should any discussion of an SCP-5587 instance's properties arise, memetically enhanced disinformation will be disseminated to the offending groups, nullifying any further interest in such discussions. Further SCP-5587 duration tests have been indefinitely suspended. Bathrooms on the testing floors of Site-89 have been placed under temporary quarantine. Description: SCP-5587 is the designation for approximately 200 images of aquatic life in unconventional waterlogged locations. SCP-5587 are posted to inactive social media accounts1 under a variation of the caption "fish" or "fishing". Despite being formatted under image file extensions, SCP-5587 act as video recordings, which will play automatically once fully displayed on a screen. SCP-5587 recordings predominantly consist of the aquatic life floating lifelessly atop the water, although extended playthroughs bear further abnormalities (See Addendum 5587-1). SCP-5587 are indefinite in length, and no end point has been discovered. Extended SCP-5587 playthroughs are subject to a form of temporal alteration; the duration time of instances is marginally larger than the time they occupy in reality. The exact nature of this is presently indeterminable. Reloading or otherwise interrupting SCP-5587 starts the instance from the beginning, although the same playback will not occur. Addendum 5587-1 — Duration Test Log: The following is the log of a test to determine SCP-5587's maximum duration, which was preemptively concluded six days after its beginning. <BEGIN LOG> 00h:00m:00s: Instance begins with a common carp floating in a marble bathtub. It floats aimless around the tub, occasionally bumping against the walls. The eyes of the fish move. 48:12:03: The carp starts to decompose. Bits of flesh scatter across the water; decomposition gases cause the water to occasionally bubble around the carcass. The eyes of the fish still move. 99:49:15: The carp has almost entirely decomposed; the water of the tub is now dark brown. Despite the near full decomposition of its eyes, they still move. 100:02:39: A door is heard opening in the background. The shadow of a humanoid figure is cast over the tub. An aged, masculine voice speaks: "Ahh, just as good a place as anywhere, you feel?" A fishing reel is cast into the bathtub. "Fishing's all— ahh, always all a matter of time. Just like this feller here, from the look-see. (Chuckle.)" The lure moves closer to the carp. The decayed eyes of the fish focus onto it. "Lucky me then, yeah, I got all the time in the world." The lure moves aimlessly across the tub along with the carp. They continuously avoid each other, and the figure does not appear to make any further efforts to catch the fish. 156:34:10: The lure collides with the carp and catches onto an exposed rib bone. The fishing line is slowly reeled in. The figure appears to take the fish off the line to examine it. "Looks like I caught a biggun! Aged sweetly, that's for sure." The figure's shadow is seen removing the carp's eyes. "Shame, really, it is, had so much life in 'em, but everything's hourglasses gotta break some time. How else would there be such vast and bright beaches to fish on?" The figure eats the eyes. "Ahh, taste like the soil, baked six feet below. It's a grainy taste, you wanna try?" 156:40:13: A pair of emaciated legs and feet climb onto the bathtub ledge, the remainder of the body stays off camera. It hoists itself upwards, the figure's shadow now comes from the ceiling, as does its voice: "That's rhetorical, yeah know. I'll give you a taste." Metallic creaking is heard off camera. Bits of flesh and blood fall into the bathwater. The shadow of the figure slowly grows smaller. 156:41:13: The shadow of the figure is no longer seen. A bloodied shower head falls into the bathwater. 156:41:14: In a bathroom communal shower of Site-89, strings of assorted human viscera begin to slowly squeeze out of the holes in the shower head. Researcher Frank Jaredson immediately reports this phenomenon, as he was in this shower at the time. 156:56:27: A reviewal of ongoing tests occurs in the wake of this event. Contact with the SCP-5587 research team reveals similarities to the occurrence and their test results. The test is immediately concluded. 157:13:03: The shower head ceases the production of human viscera, at a total mass of 62kg. Two decayed carp eyes rest atop the mass; despite being pressed through holes in a shower head, they continue to move. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Usually spanning from 5-10 years of inactivity. |
SCP-5588 | keter | SCP-5588 Stars Held Captive Remain Always Gleaming Written by: XilasCrowe DYSON TREES More From This Axolotl SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X SCP-5588 Stars Held Captive Remain Always Gleaming Written by: XilasCrowe More from this axolotl Less from this axolotl Stuff I did SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 Thanks to Oboebandgeek99, Ellie3, DrAkimoto, Corpseofbixby does not match any existing user name, NatVoltaic, and Deadly Bread for crit Image Credits – hide block none, yet Item #: SCP-5588 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents imbedded in various space agencies are to remove all information concerning SCP-5588 from their systems. In the event that an SCP-5588 seed is on a collision course with the sun, various Foundation rockets are to intercept and redirect it. Description: SCP-5588 is a species of interstellar megaflora that inhabits galaxies inside the Virgo Supercluster. SCP-5588 instances superficially resemble trees, but are comprised of several types of organic metals, various biological machinery, and unknown transdimensional interlocking organics. SCP-5588 seeds are massive, roughly twice the size of Earth, and contain a core filled with methane and various other gasses. The seeds use these gasses as a rudimentary propulsion system in order to navigate to a targeted star. SCP-5588 instances primarily target stars that are near the beginning of their life, and are at between 10-20 solar masses. Once an SCP-5588 seed locates a suitable star it will steer itself to impact that star at one of its poles, in order to avoid interference from the star's magnetic field. Over the next 3-5 thousand years the seed will begin to grow roots into the star, locking itself in place. These roots contain various biomechanical components that slowly leech hydrogen and oxygen out of the star, which the plant internally fuses into H2O in order to facilitate its growth. Once the SCP-5588 instance has a strong hold on the star it will proceed to the next phase, and will begin to grow upward. Over the next 5-7 million years, the instance will spread out, and begin to grow around the star, following its magnetic field. This process continues until the star has been completely enveloped. At this point the growth of the plant speeds up tremendously, growing increasingly denser around the star in order to absorb 100% of the star's energy output. Once this growth is completed, the SCP-5588 instance will begin to drain resources from the star rapidly. Lacking the materials required to undergo fusion, the star will begin to die at a significantly accelerated rate, often over sixty thousand times as quickly as it would otherwise. At this point the plant will begin to grow several small holes in the exterior, into which they deposit seeds. Once these seeds have all been placed the plant will begin to use its roots to crush the star, forcing it to undergo a supernova. The seeds then use the explosive force in order to propel themselves towards nearby stars, at which point the cycle restarts. If the original plant survives the explosion it will reseal itself closed around the newly formed neutron star, and will continue to harvest energy from it and grow outward until either it or the star dies. On rare occasions, the plant will shed large amounts of matter into the neutron star, which will cause it to undergo a secondary explosion, allowing the plant to release a second wave of seeds, and then collapse into a black hole. The plant will continue to encircle the resulting black hole until it presumably dies and collapses into the singularity. Addendum 5588-1: SCP-5588 instances contain a small extradimensional component. This component is typically inert, but has been seen to activate occasionally. To date, the only SCP-5588 instances to activate this component have been ones that have undergone a secondary explosion and are in orbit around black holes. Once activated, these plants (designated SCP-5588-1) spontaneously generated an internal wormhole inside the singularity. All of these wormholes exit at roughly the same location approximately 247 billion light years away from earth, over 150 billion light years beyond the edge of the observable universe. The purpose of these wormholes is unknown. Foundation scans of the area reveal a single root, significantly larger than any other SCP-5588 instances or the galaxies that contain them. The area around this root contains a hyper dense amount of dark energy, which the root continually excretes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5588" by XilasCrowe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5588. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5588 | uncontained | SCP-5588 Stars Held Captive Remain Always Gleaming Written by: XilasCrowe DYSON TREES More From This Axolotl SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X SCP-5588 Stars Held Captive Remain Always Gleaming Written by: XilasCrowe More from this axolotl Less from this axolotl Stuff I did SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 Thanks to Oboebandgeek99, Ellie3, DrAkimoto, Corpseofbixby does not match any existing user name, NatVoltaic, and Deadly Bread for crit Image Credits – hide block none, yet Item #: SCP-5588 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents imbedded in various space agencies are to remove all information concerning SCP-5588 from their systems. In the event that an SCP-5588 seed is on a collision course with the sun, various Foundation rockets are to intercept and redirect it. Description: SCP-5588 is a species of interstellar megaflora that inhabits galaxies inside the Virgo Supercluster. SCP-5588 instances superficially resemble trees, but are comprised of several types of organic metals, various biological machinery, and unknown transdimensional interlocking organics. SCP-5588 seeds are massive, roughly twice the size of Earth, and contain a core filled with methane and various other gasses. The seeds use these gasses as a rudimentary propulsion system in order to navigate to a targeted star. SCP-5588 instances primarily target stars that are near the beginning of their life, and are at between 10-20 solar masses. Once an SCP-5588 seed locates a suitable star it will steer itself to impact that star at one of its poles, in order to avoid interference from the star's magnetic field. Over the next 3-5 thousand years the seed will begin to grow roots into the star, locking itself in place. These roots contain various biomechanical components that slowly leech hydrogen and oxygen out of the star, which the plant internally fuses into H2O in order to facilitate its growth. Once the SCP-5588 instance has a strong hold on the star it will proceed to the next phase, and will begin to grow upward. Over the next 5-7 million years, the instance will spread out, and begin to grow around the star, following its magnetic field. This process continues until the star has been completely enveloped. At this point the growth of the plant speeds up tremendously, growing increasingly denser around the star in order to absorb 100% of the star's energy output. Once this growth is completed, the SCP-5588 instance will begin to drain resources from the star rapidly. Lacking the materials required to undergo fusion, the star will begin to die at a significantly accelerated rate, often over sixty thousand times as quickly as it would otherwise. At this point the plant will begin to grow several small holes in the exterior, into which they deposit seeds. Once these seeds have all been placed the plant will begin to use its roots to crush the star, forcing it to undergo a supernova. The seeds then use the explosive force in order to propel themselves towards nearby stars, at which point the cycle restarts. If the original plant survives the explosion it will reseal itself closed around the newly formed neutron star, and will continue to harvest energy from it and grow outward until either it or the star dies. On rare occasions, the plant will shed large amounts of matter into the neutron star, which will cause it to undergo a secondary explosion, allowing the plant to release a second wave of seeds, and then collapse into a black hole. The plant will continue to encircle the resulting black hole until it presumably dies and collapses into the singularity. Addendum 5588-1: SCP-5588 instances contain a small extradimensional component. This component is typically inert, but has been seen to activate occasionally. To date, the only SCP-5588 instances to activate this component have been ones that have undergone a secondary explosion and are in orbit around black holes. Once activated, these plants (designated SCP-5588-1) spontaneously generated an internal wormhole inside the singularity. All of these wormholes exit at roughly the same location approximately 247 billion light years away from earth, over 150 billion light years beyond the edge of the observable universe. The purpose of these wormholes is unknown. Foundation scans of the area reveal a single root, significantly larger than any other SCP-5588 instances or the galaxies that contain them. 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SCP-5589 | esoteric-class | close Info X "Battle Toads" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page Item #: SCP-5589 Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-5589 was an extranormal event which occurred on October 9th, 2018, during a public seminar hosted by Ridley Creek1 Mayor Darnell Hollis advocating for the creation of a new aqueduct through the town's only municipal freshwater deposit, the eponymously named 'Ridley's Creek'. A brief transcript of the event has been attached below. + Open - Close [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins mid-speech. Sounds of rapturous applause can be heard from the audience, descending as Hollis signals to speak. Hollis: —thank you, thank you. But it isn't going to be easy — progress never is! This infrastructure bill is only the beginning. Soon, we'll have— A loud, protracted sound of scraping metal can be heard emanating from backstage. The audience grows silent. Hollis pauses for a moment before gesturing towards Constable George Veneer, standing just a few paces away. Hollis: (Quietly, to Veneer) What the hell was that? Veneer: (Quietly, to Hollis) I don't know. Just keep going. Veneer rushes off stage. Hollis resumes his speech. Hollis: No worries, folks. Just some uh… technical interference, is all. As I was saying— Another crashing sound can be heard, followed by muffled shouting. Hollis appears visibly annoyed. Hollis: I… uh. Sorry, just give me a moment. (Under breath) Rotten kids2. Hollis begins to walk off stage in an apparent attempt to locate the disturbance. Suddenly, before he is able to reach the curtain, an assortment of frogs, toads, newts and other species of amphibian wildlife swarm the stage. Commotion can be seen in crowd, which quickly disperses through several emergency exits. Hollis shrieks. Hollis: Holy shit! George! George! George, get over here right now! Georg— The growing swarm of animals coalesce at Hollis's feet, enveloping the thrashing Mayor after two minutes of struggle. Once subdued, he is carried off stage. The footage abruptly ends. [END LOG] Over the course of the next several days, all witnesses to the event3 were detained and amnesticized. Containment personnel were unable to locate Veneer nor Hollis; their disappearances were later attributed to a fatal motor vehicle accident. After one month of investigation producing no leads, SCP-5589 was presumed to be an isolated incident, and, following an internal vote by the Department of Inbound Object Processing, classified as Extranormal Event #AXZ28D-B. Addendum: SCP-5589 was flagged for further research potential on July 24th, 2021, after the interception of an unusual package sent to the home of Site-884 Director George Ramirez. Ramirez was previously aware of SCP-5589, having overseen its classification as an extranormal event while serving as a member of RAISA, and had more recently supervised the construction of a new wing of Site-88 dedicated to the containment of ranine and caecilian-like anomalies. Upon opening, the package was found to contain only a single printed image, which has been attached to this document below. + Open attachment - Close 72421.jpg Footnotes 1. A small town in Boise County, Idaho, home to approximately 700 residents. 2. Hollis is believed to have ascribed this initial anomalous activity to local pranksters. 3. Totaling to approximately 57 individuals. 4. A biological research facility in Cincinnati, Ohio. |
SCP-5590 | safe | by AnActualCrow Item#: 5590 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-5590 (picture taken during acquisition) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5590 is to be kept in a small entity containment cell with all furniture removed. Changes in SCP-5590's behavior and damage to SCP-5590's containment cell are to be reported to SCP-5590's Head Researcher before any actions are to be taken. As per the request of Head Researcher Arelli, SCP-5590's cell must contain 1 modified Rubik's cube at all times. Description: SCP-5590 is a 15cm tall sentient humanoid robot. SCP-5590 will attempt, to the best of its ability, to be as much of a non-violent nuisance as possible. This may entail the following: Removing or switching labels on items. Minor to moderate damage to structures. This damage is not severe enough to put structural integrity at risk. Moderate to severe damage to objects. This may cause objects to break when used. Providing excessive sensory stimulation to personnel around SCP-5590. This often includes producing loud and constant noises or reflecting light into the eyes of personnel, but may involve touch, taste, smell, or a combination of senses. SCP-5590's arms can retract into its body and reappear as an appendage with a variety of tools at the end instead of a hand. Tools that have been observed at the end of SCP-5590's appendages include: a circular saw, a drill, a nozzle full of glue, and a lighter. Incident Log 5590-1: SCP-5590 cut a small piece of debris from the wall of its cell. SCP-5590 repeatedly threw this debris at a camera that was monitoring it, cracking the lens. The camera lens was replaced and the debris was removed from the cell. 6 hours later, SCP-5590 used another piece of debris to crack the camera lens again. Note from Head Researcher Arelli: Leave it. We can still see SCP-5590 through the cracked lens, and it isn’t worth constantly replacing. Test Series 1: Object Familiarity & Recognition Purpose: Determine SCP-5590's intelligence. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES A wooden chair was placed in SCP-5590’s containment cell. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to shorten one of the chair’s legs by 1.5 cm, causing it to rock. N/A The wooden chair from the previous test was removed from SCP-5590's containment cell. SCP-5590 was re-introduced to the chair the next day. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to make cuts along the entire wooden surface of the chair, giving it a rough texture. Head Researcher Arelli was given multiple splinters while trying to remove the chair from SCP-5590's containment cell. Head Researcher Arelli removed the chair by pushing it with his foot. The wooden chair from the previous test was removed from SCP-5590's containment cell. SCP-5590 was re-introduced to the chair the next day. SCP-5590 cut two deep grooves into the chair's backrest. The backrest of the chair is expected to break if someone Head Researcher Arelli's weight (or heavier) were to lean back on it. Incident Log 5590-2: On 3/7/1986, SCP-5590 began making a series of gestures indicating distress towards the camera in its cell. Head Researcher Arelli was repeatedly unable to calm SCP-5590. After 23 minutes, Researcher Coleman successfully calmed SCP-5590. Neither researcher was able to identify a cause for SCP-5590's distress. Incident Log 5590-3: On 3/18/1986, SCP-5590 began using its circular saw appendage to make small cuts into the floor and walls of its cell. This creates a constant high-pitched cutting noise that persists throughout the day. Note From Head Researcher Arelli: We can't stop the noise. I talked to a couple of the technicians, and the system the cameras run on don't allow volume control for the individual camera feeds. Our only option is to have sound coming in from all of the feeds or none. The Site Directors won't allow me to turn it off for all of them because some of the SCPs on other camera feeds need to be listened to. I've decided to change the risk class from "Notice" to "Caution" before the thing gives me tinnitus. Test Series 2: Hobbies Purpose: Determine if occupying SCP-5590 with a task prevents it from damaging its containment cell. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES Head Researcher Arelli lightly tossed a ping-pong ball towards SCP-5590. SCP-5590 caught the ball and used its lighter appendage to ignite the ball. Head Researcher Arelli extinguished the fire. SCP-5590 and its containment cell suffered no damage. Head Researcher Arelli placed a sheet of blank paper and a pen in SCP-5590's cell. SCP-5590 drew a portrait of Researcher Coleman next to an unidentified, crudely drawn individual. The height difference between Researcher Coleman and the individual loosely matches the height difference between Researcher Coleman and Head Researcher Arelli. Researcher Coleman lightly tossed a ping-pong ball towards SCP-5590. SCP-5590 caught the ball and tossed it back to Researcher Coleman. This continued for 35 minutes, before Researcher Coleman was instructed to leave SCP-5590's cell. SCP-5590 appeared excited to see Researcher Coleman, hugging his leg when he entered SCP-5590's cell. With the exception of Head Researcher Arelli, SCP-5590 has exhibited a similar reaction with all staff members. INPUT CREDENTIALS FOR HEAD RESEARCHER ARELLI ACCESS GRANTED To: ten.pics|illerA.remO#ten.pics|illerA.remO From: ten.pics|ylperon#ten.pics|ylperon Subject: Request for personal equipment Your request for noise-cancelling earbuds has been denied for failing to meet the Foundation's surveillance security requirements. For more information, see "Guidelines for SCP: Security Cameras Protect". If you would like to appeal this claim, please contact the Health and Security Department of your site. ACCESS GRANTED Addendum 5590-1: SCP-5590 has stopped and started cutting the walls and floor of its cell at irregular intervals. Additionally, SCP-5590 has begun making significantly shallower, quieter cuts into the walls and floor of its cell if any staff members1 are within earshot. Test Series 3: Problem-Solving Ability Purpose: Further determine SCP-5590's intelligence by testing its problem-solving ability. Foreword: All tests were conducted by Head Researcher Arelli. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES A sealed cardboard box with a red ball was left inside of SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. A note was left outside the box telling SCP-5590 to retrieve the ball from the box. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to cut a hole in the box. SCP-5590 then climbed into the box and resealed the hole using its glue nozzle appendage. When asked to show the ball, SCP-5590 appeared confused. The red ball was not found in the box and has not been recovered since. A red ball was put into a metal box. The box was locked using a combination lock and left in SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. The note from the previous test was placed outside of the box. SCP-5590 filled the combination lock mechanism with glue, jamming it as the glue hardened. Due to the lock being jammed, Head Researcher Arelli was unable to open the box. Afterword: Test results were inconclusive. Test Series 4: Favorites Purpose: Why does SCP-5590 hate Omer Arelli? PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES Head Researcher Arelli and Researcher DeVorace stood equal distances away from SCP-5590 in its cell. SCP-5590 immediatly ran towards Researcher DeVorace and hugged her right leg. Head Researcher Arelli reported that SCP-5590 stared at him while hugging Researcher DeVorace. Camera footage of SCP-5590 was blocked by DeVorace's leg, making Arelli's claim unconfirmable. Head Researcher Arelli, wearing a mask and a lanyard with DeVorace's researcher ID, lightly tossed a ping-pong ball towards SCP-5590. SCP-5590 caught the ball and tossed it back to Head Researcher Arelli. This continued for 8 minutes before Head Researcher Arelli's mask partially slipped off of his face. N/A Researcher DeVorace gave SCP-5590 a pen and paper, then asked it why it doesn't like Head Researcher Arelli. SCP-5590 shook its head "no". When asked if it dislikes Head Researcher Arelli, SCP-5590 shook its head "no". When asked why it thinks Head Researcher Arelli feels that SCP-5590 doesn't like him, SCP-5590 looked at the camera in its cell and shrugged. Afterword: Test results were inconclusive. It should be noted, however, that SCP-5590 will blatantly lie about not hating Head Researcher Arelli whenever possible. Incident Log 5590-4: Using its circular saw appendage, SCP-5590 removed a piece of concrete from the wall of its containment cell. SCP-5590 threw the piece of concrete at the camera, shattering the lens and making remote footage of SCP-5590's cell impossible. When staff arrived to replace the lens, they found that SCP-5590 had dug a small tunnel in the Southern wall of its cell2. SCP-5590 was found standing inside the tunnel, which was only 30 cm deep and did not lead anywhere. When found, SCP-5590 waved at staff and exited the tunnel cooperatively. Addendum 5590-2: SCP-5590 has been moved to a new small entity containment cell. This cell is similar to SCP-5590's previous cell, the exception being that the camera monitoring SCP-5590 is now behind a plexiglass window, preventing SCP-5590 from damaging it. Note: Site Director Hoff has reminded Head Researcher Arelli that SCP-5590's containment has been significantly more expensive than initially expected. This was said despite not being Arelli's fault that he was assigned a robot that has dedicated itself to making everything frustrating. INPUT CREDENTIALS FOR HEAD RESEARCHER ARELLI ACCESS GRANTED To: ten.pics|illerA.remO#ten.pics|illerA.remO From: ten.pics|ffoH.drahciR#ten.pics|ffoH.drahciR Subject: Re: request for transfer After reviewing your request for transfer and all documentation on SCP-5590, your request for transfer has been denied. Keep in mind that staff may only be transferred if one or more of the following conditions are met: Personal affiliation with the SCP that would influence one's work. Risk of harm to oneself that is more severe and/or prevalent than for other staff members in one's position. Injury (physical, psychological, etc.) which severely limits one's ability to work. Perpetrating, being the victim of, or being affiliated with a severe disciplinary infraction (see "Coworkers: The Thaumiels Around Us"). Your claim that SCP-5590 attempting to elicit a negative emotional reaction from you (please refrain from using crude language in emails to faculty) does not appear to hinder your ability to work in such a way that would necessitate a transfer. Before I was a site director, I was the head researcher for a few SCPs. For that reason, I'd like to leave you with the following advice: being a head researcher is hard. Due to their positions and duties (extensively monitoring their SCP, conducting or supervising tests involving their SCP, etc.) head researchers tend to become much more familiar with their SCPs than other staff members. For that reason, head researchers may feel that the SCP they were assigned to has some personal connection to them. Head researchers may see an SCP as being much more sentient, cognizant, or mentally capable of liking and disliking certain people than they actually are. SCP-5590 doesn't lie about hating you. Chances are it doesn't even know who you are. Your belief that the SCP you were assigned to dislikes you is common amongst new head researchers, and I would hate to see you throw in the towel because you fell victim to such a common misconception. ACCESS GRANTED Test Series 5: Stop Making Noise Purpose: Foreword: Arelli did all of these tests. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES SCP-5590's arms were tied to its body. SCP-5590 pressed its body up against the wall of its cell, allowing it to cut into the wall using its circular saw appendage. N/A SCP-5590's arms were tied to its body. SCP-5590 was placed in a dog kennel3 inside of its cell. SCP-5590 caused considerable noise by repeatedly running into the sides of the dog kennel. While SCP-5590 was able to cut into the sides of the dog kennel, it was unable to cut a hole large enough to leave the dog kennel. SCP-5590 was put in a bucket of water, which was then frozen. Using its lighter and circular saw appendages, SCP-5590 melted and cut through the ice surrounding it. Test was terminated 24 days after it started when SCP-5590 cut a hole in the side of the bucket and exited it. Test Series 6: Problem Solving Ability (continued) Purpose: Determine if giving SCP-5590 a task prevents it from being an [EXPUNGED]4. Forword: All tests were conducted by Researcher Coleman and remotely supervised by Head Researcher Arelli. PROTOCOL RESULT ADDITIONAL NOTES A sealed cardboard box with a red ball was left inside of SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. A note was left outside the box telling SCP-5590 to retrieve the ball from the box. SCP-5590 used its circular saw appendage to cut a hole in the box. SCP-5590 retrieved the ball and melted it using its lighter appendage. N/A A red ball was put into a metal box. The box was locked using a combination lock and left in SCP-5590's containment cell for 4 days. The note from the previous test was placed outside of the box. SCP-5590 spent the first 3 days attempting to cut a hole into the side of the box. After inflicting only minor damage, SCP-5590 spent the remainder of the test attempting to guess the combination of the lock. SCP-5590 did not retrieve the ball during the allotted time. That robot cutting metal is the only sound worse than it cutting concrete. A scrambled Rubik's cube was given to SCP-5590. Two of the stickers on the Rubik's cube were switched, making it impossible to solve. SCP-5590 unsuccesfully attempted to solve the Rubik's cube. Despite expressing immense frustration at the task, SCP-5590 has continued attempting to solve the Rubik's cube for 4 hours 3 days 11 months. Not so clever now, are you? Afterword: Test was a resounding success. No further testing required. Footnotes 1. Other than Head Researcher Arelli 2. The appendage used for this is unknown, but is presumed to be a drill. 3. Which belonged to Head Researcher Arelli. 4. noun. Person who takes pleasure in making others frustrated or upset. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5590" by AnActualCrow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5590. Licensed under CC-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: thatlittlebastardrobot.png Name: RoboBuilder.jpg Author: Knoodrake License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image was edited by AnActualCrow |
SCP-5591 | euclid | PlaguePJP: II by PlaguePJP SCP-5591 — Blabbers of the Badalisc ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5591 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5591 in the location of its initial recovery. Description: SCP-5591 is a large, serpentine entity resembling a garden snake. It is green in coloration, with a thick layer of matted, gray fur coating the majority of its form. Two curved horns composed of keratin extend from the base of its head. Two large, dull fangs protrude from its upper jaw, still visible when its maw is closed. While SCP-5591 is sentient, sapient, and capable of speech, its intelligence does not approach that of human beings. This is typically displayed in its general naiveté, broken phrasing, and misunderstanding of complex concepts. SCP-5591 has localized omniscience, centered entirely on sapient entities that may interact with it. The knowledge it gains from these interactions does not last, as SCP-5591 tends to forget what it previously learned and stated within approximately one hour. SCP-5591 utilizes the combination of these abilities to reveal the misdeeds, mistakes, or generally embarrassing moments conducted by those it is observing. SCP-5591 was originally discovered in Andrista, a small mountainside village in Lombardy, Italy after multiple reports of a large serpent attacking livestock and "spreading slander" were sent to local police departments. A containment team was deployed to the location, quickly discovering SCP-5591, as it was enamored with a colorful mushroom at the base of a tree. The following video transcript provides an example of SCP-5591 interaction — specifically its first conversation with responding containment personnel as they were transporting the entity to Site-322. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5591: You. 'Willow.' φ-103 | Sycamore: Oooh, it knows your code name. φ-103 | Willow: What's up, snake-guy? SCP-5591: Bored Ape. CryptoZoo egg. CrytpoPunk. φ-103 | Sycamore: NFTs. φ-103 | Willow: Let's get you a Nobel prize for gracing us with that revelation. φ-103 | Sycamore: Okay, touchy subject, I guess. SCP-5591: You spent three hundred thousand. φ-103 | Sycamore: Dollars? SCP-5591: Yes. I thought that was implied. I guess not. φ-103 | Sycamore: Woah, woah, woah, woah. Woah. Hold on. Did you spend three hundred thousand real, human money on fucking NFTs, Will? SCP-5591: She did. Some would call her an 'idiot.' φ-103 | Willow: That's nice. Real nice. SCP-5591: Some would say that. Not me. I'm just an observer. φ-103 | Willow: Doesn't change the fact that no one asked you. SCP-5591: I know. Do I care? The answer is no. φ-103 | Willow: Sick, I'm gonna be real; I have no idea what this thing's talking about. SCP-5591: Wrong. You, 'Sycamore.' φ-103 | Sycamore: I'll bite. SCP-5591: Please do not bite. φ-103 | Sycamore: Figure of speech, big guy. SCP-5591: When you were 12 years old. Swimming in the public pool. You went to the ladder. Your swim pant leg got stuck underwater. You are drowning. You take off your pants. Naked swimming. The girl you fancied was near. φ-103 | Sycamore: Yeah that's certainly true— SCP-5591: I know. φ-103 | Sycamore: Willow, now, did you for real spend three hundred grand on fucking jpegs. φ-103 | Willow: Yeah! Yeah I fucking did. Are you happy? I bought into the whole thing. I thought they were going to be the future. SCP-5591: They were not the future. φ-103 | Willow: No shit. SCP-5591: Yes. No dung here. Good job. φ-103 | Willow: I mean— I— Hindsight is 20/20, asshole. SCP-5591: No. The year is 2023. «END LOG» Addendum 5591.1: Primary Interactions Upon SCP-5591's relocation to Site-322, it revealed a number of hitherto unknown facts regarding the personnel that passed its temporary containment chamber, including: Dr. Coix being responsible for the thievery of Dir. Lague's food on multiple occasions; Dr. Mooney coordinating a time-stealing scheme with SCP-5595; Dr. Hoover scraping the side of Dir. Lague's car and successfully concealing the marks with a can of similar colored spray paint; Over 300 members of Site-322 staff coordinating the cover-up of a major containment breach so as to not alert Lague and "deal with [him]"; Dr. Kline having knowledge of the existence of a colony of gnomes living in the walls of a lower subbasement. Director Lague abruptly halted all relevant containment duties, immediately dismissed the containment team, and barred personnel under a Level 4 clearance from accessing SCP-5591. There is a single member of personnel with Level 4 clearance at Site-322. The following interaction was then recorded as Lague was completing the intake form. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5591: You are upset. Lague: It doesn't matter. I'm gonna deal with all of this when I have the time. Right now— (SCP-5591 peers at Lague.) SCP-5591: Oh no. This is not good. Lague: What? What's wrong? SCP-5591: I must not say. I am sorry. Lague: No, no, no. Tell me. SCP-5591: I can not. I do not want to burden you with this speak. (Dr. Anthony Coix enters the containment hall in search of Lague.) Coix: Important. I know you asked for no one to bother you but we have— SCP-5591: Anthony. I just found this out. You will not believe it. Coix: Should I talk to this thing—? SCP-5591: Director Paul Lague is cursed. Lague: Why the fuck couldn't you just say that! SCP-5591: He asked me. Coix: No. No, I didn't. (SCP-5591 peers at Coix.) SCP-5591: Doctor Anthony dropped LEGO set number 21310 in Lague's office. 'Old Fishing Village'. He put it back together without instructions. Lost 14 pieces. Lague: Are you kidding me? That's a five hundred dollar set, Ant! Five hundred fucking dollars! You're a fucking snake. SCP-5591: No. I am a snake. This is a human, right? I have never seen one of such a shape. Coix: You know what, you're clearly occupied here. I'll just talk to you after this whole thing is over. (Coix swiftly exits.) SCP-5591: Did you hear? Doctor Coix dropped your LEGO— Lague: We're gonna stop this train of thought. Let's rewind— (SCP-5591 slithers about its containment chamber in a counter-clockwise motion.) Lague: If that helps, sure. What do you mean by cursed? SCP-5591: You are cursed. This should not be difficult to understand. Lague: Is this why I feel like I have to— SCP-5591: The gassiness? Yes. That would be a side effect. Lague: What else does this entail? SCP-5591: It is a dark cloud swirling. Bad curse. Lague: Go on…? SCP-5591: I can not speak anymore. Too scary for me. (Lague radios Coix to return. Coix swiftly reenters the containment hall.) Coix: What's up? SCP-5591: You will not believe it. Director Lague. There is a dark cloud and bad energies. He is cursed. (Lague whispers in Coix's ear.) Coix: Uh… who cursed him? SCP-5591: I did. Clearly. Lague: Are you kidding me?! Why? SCP-5591: I do not mean to. It is inadvertent. You have a lot of negative energy. When I focus on one person with already a lot of negative energies it starts a cycle. Self-sustaining. It is your fault for being so negative. You should do yoga or perhaps meditate or even perhaps swallow a small mammal whole. That is what I do after a hard day. Coix: Look, alright. It's being honest with us, Paul. How about we— Lague: Don't patronize me, Ant. How about this, how about you don't ever touch my motherfucking goddamn orange peel beef again and maybe I'll decide to listen to a single opinion of yours sometime in the next thirty years. SCP-5591: See? Negative energies. So moist and decadent. How can I resist? Answer: I can not. Coix: Snake, since you've been an open book— SCP-5591: I am neither open nor a book. Coix: Sure. You've been honest, is my point. Can you tell me how I might go about removing the curse that's been placed on Mr. Lague here? SCP-5591: Yes. (Silence.) Coix: Can you elaborate on that? SCP-5591: Yes. I do that often. (Silence. SCP-5591 glances around its containment chamber.) Lague: Sweet mother— Tell us the instructions, please. SCP-5591: You should have asked that earlier. You must gather all the townsfolk. I will get on a stage. I need a stage by the way. We will squeeze out all of your negative energies. The curse will be no more after that because there will be nothing left to eat. «END LOG» Addendum 5591.2: Curse Removal Site-322's amphitheater. Director Lague organized a mandatory meeting of all Site-322 staff in the Site's amphitheater. Personnel were not told what this event entailed, and upon entry, the doors out of the lecture hall were locked and then guarded by unarmed on-site security agents. Lague declared that the following eight hours1 would be occupied by this event. Originally, it was believed that explaining this process to Site-322 staff would cause a protest, panic, and/or a riot due to the fact some of their private opinions and experiences were being stated to their peers. Instead, it was quickly discovered that not explaining this process ironically led to a mass panic, as personnel were under the belief they were either being fed alive to SCP-5591 or being forced to witness SCP-5591 consuming their colleagues. Eventually, personnel were calmed after the day's proceedings were explained. While opposition remained, it was eventually quelled peacefully when those refusing to participate slowly realized they were not leaving. Staff would be guided by agents one row at a time towards SCP-5591, where it would then utilize its anomalies properties to announce a negative event, opinion, or mistake that affects Director Lague. Below is an abridged log of SCP-5591's interactions with various members of Site-322 personnel. INTERACTION ID - 5591.01 Subject: Doctor Arn Shantz SCP-5591: Oh no. Lague: What? SCP-5591: Mr. Lague. Did you hear? Dr. Arn Shantz was doing an experiment. Multiverse traveling. He sent a machine to another universe. It went to another Site three hundred and twenty-two. The machine exploded. It killed another Mr. Lague. Shantz: I— (Pause.) (Silence.) Shantz: Yeah. Right on the money. INTERACTION ID - 5591.156 Subject: Researcher Ashley Blaese SCP-5591 Described Event: Attempted to "Midsommer" one of Dr. Lague's morning coffees multiple times but would ultimately refrain. When questioned on what "Midsommer-ing" someone is, SCP-5591 would not elaborate, and those that seemed to understand the meaning stayed silent. INTERACTION ID - 5591.310 Subject: Doctor Micheal Mendez SCP-5591 Described Event: As Site Manager,2 Mendez embezzled over $15,000 worth of Amazon e-gift cards. Mendez managed to pay this back by selling the gift cards on online marketplaces, taking the money into online casinos, and managing to win a one-million-dollar jackpot within his first 50 slot spins. INTERACTION ID - 5591.541 Subject: SCP-5595 SCP-5595: BLOW ME. I'M NOT COMING. Lague: That's not how it works, Geoff. SCP-5591: "Blow me." I get it. The joke is funny because of the gumballs. SCP-5595: ROCKS BEING THROWN FROM A GLASS HOUSE. IMAGINE A SNAKE RACIALLY PROFILING ME. THE ONE CREATURE KNOWN BY EVERYONE DURING EVERY PERIOD OF HISTORY FOR LYING IS PLAYING STEREOTYPES. SCP-5591: Geoffrey, you won't believe this. Did you hear about this? Director Lague thinks you are doing a good job. SCP-5595: REALL— (Pause.) SCP-5595: I… I DON'T CARE. HARRUMPH. INTERACTION ID -5591.696 Subject: Doctor Lorenzo Orechio-Luciano SCP-5591 Described Event: Hacked into SCiPNET's personnel assignments and transferred himself to Site-322 solely because his personnel identifier would be updated to 322-LOL-696. INTERACTION ID - 5591.1024 Subject: Doctor Elizabeth Moore SCP-5591: Arn Shantz. Lague: Nope. Right here to Doctor Moore. We're focused on airing her dirty laundry right now. You did Shantz already. Wasting time. SCP-5591: Mrs. Moore. You will not believe this. Remember Arn Shantz killed an alternate Lague? (Shantz is seen standing from his seat, running towards the doors, and vehemently attempting to break through the line of agents blocking his exit.) Moore: Yeah— I mean… I guess. SCP-5591: Yes good. He realized fast he killed a different Lague. Arn Shantz went into the machine with stolen items from this Paul Lague. He placed them all over the scene of crime. He implicated our Paul Lague in killing another Paul Lague. (Lague slams a coffee mug on the ground.) INTERACTION ID - 5591.1346 Subject: Researcher Joshua Gilmore SCP-5591 Described Event: Breached the Veil by hiring a market research firm to determine what research expedition would give him the most potential for promotion. INTERACTION ID - 5591.1583 Subject: Researcher Jason Hodges (Lague is half asleep in his seat, as are most of the attendees.) SCP-5591: Mr. Lague. You will not believe this. Lague: Do you have to do that every time? SCP-5591: Yes. Lague: Just tell me. SCP-5591: He has been using your bathroom. Lague: You're really scraping the bottom of the barrel at this point. My office bathroom isn't locked. SCP-5591: No. Researcher Hodges has been using the bathroom. The one in your home. Away from Site-322. (Lague slowly nods.) Lague: That's a problem, yeah. Hodges: I just found your spare key under the rug and with the work-from-home days I've been having— You know? I'm not a crazy person! SCP-5591: No. He is a crazy person. The curse removal ritual concluded at 4:49 AM. SCP-5591 declared Director Lague "free from this wicked curse," despite the fact Lague claimed to feel no different than before the ritual. Addendum 5591.3: Update Director Lague reported a slight uptick in positive interactions with his personnel following the completion of the above event. This is significant as it was assumed the embarrassment from the previous day's proceedings would lead to incredibly low morale among Site-322's personnel. Additionally, Lague's reported intestinal issues had subsided. Interactions with SCP-5591 now led to a wider variety of subjects instead of focusing solely on Lague's transgressions and those taken against him. Despite the ritual, Lague continued to urge SCP-5591 for further incidents he may have been unaware of. It is unknown if any more fruitful insight was gained through these interactions. Over the course of the following month, Director Lague performed a number of sporadic actions including: Banning the practice of having office mini-fridges; This privilege had previously only been granted to Dr. Coix. Revoking parking assignments for those within a three-spot radius of his car; Reassigning Site-322's time tickets to be approved by Site-17's financial department; Hosting and forcing participation in a three-hour-long karaoke night; Slowly raising the temperature of Site-322 until room temperature reached 26° C and subsequently acting oblivious when questioned, despite visibly perspiring. This behavior ceased after medical staff received a report from Director Lague stating that he had felt an uncomfortable build-up of gas in his lower digestive tract. Before receiving a diagnosis, Lague raced out of the medical bay. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (Lague and Coix are seen speedwalking into Site-322's Euclid-class containment chambers. They approach SCP-5591.) Coix: I don't understand what you're trying to tell me. SCP-5591: Hello. Lague: Look at me! (SCP-5591 peers at Director Lague.) SCP-5591: Oh no. This is not good. Lague: Motherfucker. Coix: What the hell is going on? SCP-5591: Anthony Coix. Did you hear? Director Lague is cursed. «END LOG» Footnotes 1. This was an estimation based on SCP-5591's previous experiences with curse removal. In reality, this event took 12 hours as over 1600 people comprise Site-322's personnel dossier. 2. An unofficial position given to newer members of personnel. Site Managers are responsible for ensuring the Site's stock of supplies is maintained and any issues with the Site are communicated to maintenance personnel. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-6595 (+193) • SCP-8593 (+173) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-5594 (+100) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-6597 (+180) • SCP-8595 (+374) • SCP-8596 (+244) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-6598 (+257) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-7593 (+203) • SCP-6594 (+121) • SCP-5364 (+89) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5591" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5591. Licensed under CC-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: forest.png Name: File:Ocotal forest 202006p1.jpg Author: Carlos Valenzuela License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5592 | neutralized | PlaguePJP: I by PlaguePJP SCP-5592 — Seventy-Millimeter Projector ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5592 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The residency that receives SCP-5592's transmissions has been purchased by a Foundation front company and Provisional Site-322 has been established within the home. Due to SCP-5592's size and distance from Earth, it poses no threat to human life and/or The Veil. SCP-5592-1 Description: SCP-5592 is a seventy-millimeter film projector that is orbiting the dwarf planet Pluto; No alteration in the orbit has been noted. SCP-5592 will broadcast encrypted messages, videos, and images to a home in the residential neighborhood of Bella Vista, Philadelphia, PA on the following dates: February 14th April 29th August 4th SCP-5592-1 is a 1959 model 'Philco' Black and White television capable of decrypting and displaying the transmissions on its interface. Items recovered within Provisional Site-322 include the following: A single golden wedding band; a stamp reading 'G+M 1948' was found along the interior of the band. An empty cigar box; a monogram reading GMJ is printed on the outer leather cover. A framed photograph of a man at around 20 years of age in an American Air Force WWII uniform. A search into the prior owners of the property has not uncovered anything conclusive. Addendum 5592.1: Recovered Transmissions February 14th Transmissions 2003 Broadcast FOREVER This transmission was followed by an image of a bouquet of roses.1 April 29th Transmissions The Most Common Broadcast HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MY LOVE 2008 Broadcast 60 YEARS 2012 Broadcast I WISH WE COULD HAVE GROWN OLD TOGETHER August 4th Transmissions The Most Common Broadcast HAPPY BIRTHDAY This is normally followed by a video of unidentified individuals blowing out a birthday cake. 1998 Broadcast A sample of 'More' was played by Frank Sinatra over a message containing the lyrics. MORE THAN THE GREATEST LOVE THE WORLD HAS KNOWN THIS IS THE LOVE I GIVE TO YOU ALONE MORE THAN THE SIMPLE WORDS I TRY TO SAY I ONLY LIVE TO LOVE YOU MORE EACH DAY Addendum 5592.2: Neutralization On December 14, 2015 at 6:08 PM, what turned out to be SCP-5592's final broadcast was received: SEE YOU SOON, MARTHA Death records at this time found that Alzheimer's patient Martha Jeina had passed away at 6:03 PM. The Foundation began a subsequent investigation of SCP-5592 on February 16th, 2016; the item was discovered to be accompanied by a second projector secured to its right side. Footnotes 1. This image was the most common transmission for every other year. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-7593 (+203) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-6594 (+121) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-7592 (+222) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-8590 (+143) • SCP-6591 (+130) • SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-8597 (+170) • SCP-7595 (+213) • SCP-7596 (+130) • SCP-7599 (+191) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5592" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5592. Licensed under CC-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: television.png Author: FA2010 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-5593 | keter | PlaguePJP: VII by PlaguePJP SCP-5593 — Unclogged ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5593 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5593 is contained within the plumbing fixtures of Site-103. Containment efforts are focused on extraction and recontainment. Following the events of Addendum 5593.1, SCP-5593 has been reclassified to Neutralized. Description: SCP-5593 is an anomaly affecting the plumbing fixtures and water pipes of Site-49, causing large amounts of seawater to forcefully spray out at random intervals. Microbial analysis has determined that this water stems from the Pacific Ocean, over 2500 kilometers from the location of Site-103. Time of SCP-5593 Occurrence Location 13:47 - 12/04/2012 3rd Floor Employee Restroom - West 02:34 - 12/05/2012 3rd Floor Cafeteria Sink - East 22:19 - 12/06/2012 2nd Floor Water Fountains - West 17:38 - 12/09/2012 4th Floor Eye Wash Station1- East Addendum 5593.1: Interview On 12/10/2012, Dr. Jorge Diaz initiated an accidental altercation with the apparent entity behind the SCP-5593 occurrences. Below is security footage of that event. INTERVIEW (Footage displays the West wing’s Researcher Restroom. A toilet flushes and Dr. Diaz exits a stall, walking over to a sink.) (All four faucets explode from their basins from the force of the water, drenching Dr. Diaz in the process. In reaction, Diaz bangs on the sink while yelling profanities.) Entity: HEY, WHAT THE HELL MAN! Diaz: Huh — Hello? Who is this? Entity: You just made this even more uncomfortable than it already is with your banging. Calm it down. Diaz: Are you the one responsible for the water coming out of the pipes? Entity: Probably man, I’m just trying to get out of this joint but people like you keep interrupting me. Diaz: No, you listen to me asshole, this whole week you’ve been destroying— Entity: I’m stuck in here! I’ve been trying to find a way out since ending up in this decrepit hellhole. Thought I was making some progress but I think I was just going back and forth. Diaz: …How did you— Entity: I didn’t do it in purpose! I just made a wrong turn or something. Diaz: You’re aware you’re in Missouri, right? Kansas City, to be exact. Not sure you know where that is… Entity: Of course, just my luck I end up with the Italians. Diaz: That’s just not — Wait, if you could ask for help this whole time why didn’t you just… do that? Entity: I get anxiety when I talk to people I don’t know. Diaz: (Sigh.) Just stay put. The wall behind the restroom was demolished, revealing no immediately apparent anomalies. The pipes were subsequently unscrewed, causing an explosion of extreme force from within. 68,000 kilograms of viscera and water erupted into the restroom and into the hallway, killing the mechanic team investigating. Medical examination of the organic material revealed the originating organism to be a non-anomalous Blue Whale. Footnotes 1. Discovered while in use. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8598 (+88) • SCP-7594 (+194) • SCP-5594 (+100) • SCP-5596 (+159) • SCP-8593 (+173) • SCP-6597 (+180) • SCP-7599 (+191) • Plauge's Proposal (+242) • SCP-8000 (+909) • SCP-5591 (+128) • SCP-8599 (+235) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-6598 (+257) • SCP-5787 (+276) • SCP-5592 (+102) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5593" by PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5593. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5594 | safe | PlaguePJP: IV by PlaguePJP SCP-5594 — Fine Dine and Good Spirits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5594 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo The entrance into SCP-5594. Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around the border of SCP-5594, members of the general populace are to be refused entry and amnesticised if needed. Personnel are not to enter into any mineshaft. The remaining eleven members of SCP-5594's population have been relocated and amnesticised. Efforts to locate and amnesticise former residents of SCP-5594 who may have been witness to anomalous phenomena are ongoing. Description: SCP-5594 is Middalia, a former coal-mining town in central Kentucky, USA and the anomalous phenomena surrounding it. Aerial view of SCP-5594. (Click to Enlarge) ✖ In May 1962, a landfill was ignited during a controlled disposal effort by the local fire department. The fire spread into an unsealed mineshaft entrance, quickly expanding underground and into the connected coal veins. The following anomalous phenomena occurred subsequently: Multiple residents and visitors of SCP-5594 disappearing within the town borders. The resulting search and rescue efforts were unsuccessful or ended in additional disappearances. The spontaneous disappearance of non-anomalous objects. Surrounding wildlife, specifically livestock from surrounding farms, entering the town in droves. A single tree being felled without an observable cause.1 The appearance of SCP-5594-1. The enduring fire and various anomalous events caused a mass exodus of SCP-5594's population over the last 60 years. SCP-5594 is inhabited by three spectral entities, collectively designated SCP-5594-1. Based on their appearances, they are believed to be the spirits of deceased miners Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden. These individuals died in 1890 as a result of the only fatal mine collapse in Middalia's history. SCP-5594-1 is believed to occupy the burning mines, although they have been seen wandering the streets of SCP-5594 on rare occasions. Addendum 5594.1: D-Class Expedition The following are transcripts of D-60173's investigation into SCP-5594. D-60173 was tethered and given a heat-proof armor, oxygen tank, and night-vision goggles. + Open Investigation Log One + - Close Investigation Log One - TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» A smoke plume a few meters away from the insertion point. D-60173: You're still hearing me right? Dr. Quinsin: Loud and clear. Proceed. D-60173: Sounds good. (D-60173 enters the unsealed mineshaft and proceeds down a shallow decline leading to a sharp right turn and a steeper decline. He slides downward and enables the night vision goggles and camera.) D-60173: Why wasn't I just given like a flashlight or something? Dr. Quinsin: You're going to need both of your hands. D-60173: Wouldn't a headlamp have sufficed? Dr. Quinsin: You're covered in almost 50,000 dollars worth of technology, why would you want a headlamp? D-60173: You're not the one carrying all of it. (D-60173 continues forward for the next fifteen minutes as cracks in the ground filter smoke in and through the veins, obstructing D-60173's vision. At the end of a tunnel is a steep drop. D-60173 is instructed to use an anchor and rope to rappel downward. He complies, landing in a tunnel flooded in a black liquid. The temperature of the cave is at 93°C.) Dr. Quinsin: Is that water? D-60173: I don't think so. It's too thick. Dr. Quinsin: Grab a sample and watch where you're stepping, there could be a hole somewhere in there. D-60173: Don't you guys have, I don't know, robots or drones for this type of stuff? Dr. Quinsin: We do. Why do you ask? D-60173: Sending me down here, alone, with no means to protect myself feels… antiquated. Dr. Quinsin: I mean, we can't arm you — there's no reason for you to be armed at all. It's a flaming cave, not a warzone. (D-60173 continues forward, then suddenly stops.) Dr. Quinsin: What happened? D-60173: Something just bumped into my leg. It's under my foot. Should I grab it? Dr. Quinsin: Is it moving? D-60173: I— I don't think so. Dr. Quinsin: Grab it, please. (D-60173 hesitantly bends down and pushes his hand through the viscous liquid. He takes a step back and pulls the object out, revealing it to be a skeletal hand embedded into the handle of a rusted pickaxe. After realizing what it is, D-60173 immediately releases the object.) D-60173: Jesus christ what the fuck is this— (Laughter is heard from behind. The camera quickly turns around, finding the same empty corridor as before. D-60173 begins to quicken in pace.) D-60173: I know you must see spooky bullshit like this every day, but I don't. You threw me to the goddamn lions! Dr. Quinsin: I get it. Please, just go forward and we'll discuss this later. D-60173: You're a real bastard, you know that? Dr. Quinsin: There will be time to talk later. As of right now, I need you to continue forward (D-60173 enters an upwards stretch of the mine that quickly levels out into a short path ending in the crossroads. One end has a human-made arched tunnel, the other is a continuation of the vein.) Still frame from D-60173's bodycamera. Dr. Quinsin: Let's try left. (The camera feed cuts out for three seconds. The microphone experiences a slight connection breakdown. Through the static, D-60173 is heard vocalizing distress. When the camera feed reconnects, the image is seen against a dead end.) Dr. Quinsin: Are you okay? D-60173: I— I don't know what this goddamn place is doing. Dr. Quinsin: What happened? D-60173: The path kept going— This wall wasn't here when I started walking through! (Heavy footsteps are heard from behind D-60173 followed by the echoes of metal clashing with stone.) D-60173: Do you hear— (The sound of sawing and another metallic clash.) Dr. Quinsin: Yeah I do, we're gonna take you out for now. Come on. (D-60173 exits the crossroads and proceeds through the previous path. D-60173 trips, landing on his stomach.) D-60173: Shit! Shit! (The connection between microphones begins to deteriorate.) Dr. Quinsin: Wh— you okay? Get— (The camera feed shows it scraping against the ground. D-60173 yells.) Dr. Quinsin: Stay— get you— soon. (Heavy breathing is heard from D-60173, then the echoes of uproarious laughter.) (The camera indicates that D-60173 has turned right. He manages to flip on his back, showing the now ripped tether being dragged by an invisible force.) (A connection is reformed.) Dr. Quinsin: Hey-hey-hey! Can you hear me? What's going on? D-60173: I don't know! Help me! Do something! (D-60173's motion suddenly ceases. He is lying on the ground in front of a large, circular crevice; smoke pours from it.) D-60173: Shit I can't get up! Something's pressing on me. Whatever you are, please, I'm begging you, don't kill me. (Yelling) Help! Help! (D-60173 is abruptly launched down the gap as echoes of howling laughter swell around him. Before landing, D-60173 appears to be cushioned and dropped into a pool of water.) «END LOG» + Open Investigation Log Two + - Close Investigation Log Two - TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dr. Quinsin: Are you okay? Where are you? D-60173: I— I don't know what— (D-60173 pans around, finding himself to be in a massive, open expanse stretching at least 500 meters in each direction. The temperature of this area is noticeably cooler.) SCP-5594-1A: (From behind D-606173) Hehehe! Welcome, pal! D-60173: What the fuck! Still frame from D-60173's camera. (From left to right) SCP-5594-1A, SCP-5594-1B, and SCP-5594-1C ✖ SCP-5594-1B: You think we went a bit too far? Look at 'em. SCP-5594-1A: He's fine! Just a bit wet is all. (Laughter) My lord, that was a treat! SCP-5594-1C: You didn't have to toss him down here. SCP-5594-1A: How else would we have gotten him down 'ere, dimwit? Dr. Quinsin: Hello? D-60173: Uh— I— Yeah? Dr. Quinsin: Can you put me on the speaker, please. Should be on the right side of the camera apparatus. (D-60173 complies while the spectral entities continue to argue.) SCP-5594-1A: Fine! How about you take the reins then! Dr. Quinsin: Excuse me? (SCP-5594-1 collectively become silent and glace around.) SCP-5594-1B: The hell was that? That you fella? D-60173: No-no-no. Please. I— Dr. Quinsin: It's me, I'm in a different location. (The entities approach D-60173.) SCP-5594-1C: What's that wacky little contraption? Is this like them black rectangles? SCP-5594-1A: (Yelling) TINY VOICE? IS YOU OKAY IN THERE? Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you fine, no need to shout. Do you three happen to be Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden? SCP-5594-1C: I would be Kevin, that man right there (Pointing to -1B) is Jameson, and the big fella over there (Pointing to -1A) would be Cecil. Dr. Quinsin: You died in these mines, correct? SCP-5594-1B: Sure did. Dr. Quinsin: I believe I overheard Mr. Anderson insinuate that you three were responsible for the activity in the mines above us. Is this true? (Turning to a slight huddle, SCP-5594-1 begin to discuss among themselves.) SCP-5594-1B: What was that word? SCP-5594-1C: Insinuate? SCP-5594-1A: What does that mean? SCP-5594-1C: What's what mean? SCP-5594-1A: Insinuate, moron. What's he sayin' 'bout me? SCP-5594-1B: You think he insulted you? SCP-5594-1A: Yeah I do. And I'm not gonna take that from no machine. SCP-5594-1B: You right— Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you and insinuate is not an insult nor am I a machine. I'm asking if you three caused all the oddit— weird things a few minutes ago. SCP-5594-1A: Oh yeah, those were pranks. (D-60173 stands and begins to look around; the area he is in is barren, save for a couch, table, a pile of wood, and television set with various items beside it. He turns to his left, finding a pile of human skeletons.) D-60173: Holy shit! What did you do to them? SCP-5594-1C: Wait, okay, I know how this looks. We can explain. (Pause.) D-60173: Well? SCP-5594-1C: Oh. Usually they don't let us get this far. D-60173: Oh my god, did I pick up one of their hands? SCP-5594-1B: You said hand? Where was it? D-60173: Why? SCP-5594-1B: I've been piecin' our skeletons back together and couldn't find my left hand! You found it! Where was it? D-60173: I don't care about your goddamn skeletons! What happened to them? SCP-5594-1C: After the fire-people opened the surface for us, we were able to escape and finally meet new people, but for some reason, they weren't too keen on us intrudin' on their homes and causin' 'em “mental breakdowns” from "fear." D-60173: Please just get to the point! SCP-5594-1C: (It clears its throat.) We were able to draw people into the open mineshafts but, apparently, these mines are hot enough to cause people to die incredibly fast. We thought the first twenty or so were just bad luck. Now we’re thinkin' that this type of heat isn’t good for alive people. SCP-5594-1B: Long story short, we keep ‘em here as a remembrance of our almost-friendship. Dr. Quinsin: Alright, hypothet— imagine these people managed to make it to you three alive. What was the plan? SCP-5594-1A: Well, I began herdin' animals into the town for food and such when the mines were first opened. Found this beautiful steed, a bit later. Our plan was to just get a pal to share some supper with. Dr. Quinsin: That's all? You just wanted someone to eat dinner with? SCP-5594-1A: No reason to lie to you tiny-machine-man. We get some firewood, light it, cook a nice steak or some lamb, sit on that couch that Kevin found, and look at the people trapped in those black rectangles on the watchin' box. Dr. Quinsin: Why did you terrorize your "friend" before getting him down here? I may not have experience in that area but I'm fairly certain it wouldn't work. SCP-5594-1A: What's wrong with a bit of fun? Dr. Quinsin: Well, I need him released, now, please. If one of you could, I don't know, float him— D-60173: Shut up. Cecil, you said you have steak? SCP-5594-1A: Yes siree. Dr. Quinsin: You're not to eat with— D-60173: You lied to me, damn it. I deserve this. Dr. Quinsin: No you do not. You will leave— (D-60173 removes his earpiece and throws it to the pile of corpses as SCP-5594-1C begins to retrieve firewood from a nearby pile.) SCP-5594-1B: Holy hell did you just kill him? D-60173: No. Do you think the air is breathable down here? SCP-5594-1C: Only one way to find out, frankly. (D-60173 removes his oxygen mask and heat-proof suit. There are no apparent side effects.) D-60173: Huh, that's good. Where'd you get a VCR from? SCP-5594-1B: When those wackos up top still lived 'round here, they just left them lyin' around. I grabbed it with the watchin' box a few years ago. SCP-5594-1A: You're some sort of sorcerer, aren't ya? Bein' alive down here and havin' a tiny machine voice strapped to ya’. D-60173: Can't say that I am. Now, I haven't had a good steak in years and I'm hungry. Let's eat, friends. (Over the next hour, SCP-5594-A cooks four steaks for the group over an open flame. They eat and converse while watching a VHS of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.) CONVERSATION EXCERPTS (The group is watching the scene where Lando Calrissian betrays Luke Skywalker and Han Solo.) SCP-5594-1B: You ever been to that floating city? D-60173: Oh no — I mean I wish I could — it's not real. SCP-5594-1A: Alright, I can believe that you can fake the magic space wizards but that massive city? You're pullin' my leg now. D-60173: I can promise you that buildings are still on the ground. SCP-5594-1C: I know that but Luke Skywalker is there. I just watched him walkin' there. D-60173: They actually used a painting or a sculpture for the wide shot along with the physical sets, of course. They also used a blue screen for the backgrounds. SCP-5594-1A: Malarkey. That place is clearly white. (The entities are seen cowering against the couch.) D-60173: …so this dude was ordered to keep climbing up and up and up. And that shack never stopped growing. After a few hundred, he looked out the window and saw some figures staring at him. SCP-5594-1A: Who are they? D-60173: Listen. He kept climbing and climbing this tower and it never ended. Eventually, day turned to night and he goes to rest… that was his mistake, but he didn't have a choice. SCP-5594-1A: What mistake? D-60173: The batteries of his light died and his camera went out. The next day… SCP-5594-1A: Next day what, next day what? D-60173: He was ordered to come down the tower, but what came down wasn't him. Something was wearing his skin. D-60173: Kevin, how'd you manage to get a horse down here? If people can't make it I don't imagine a horse could. SCP-5594-1C: Yeah it was a tricky process. I only got 'er down here after I accidentally dug one of my tunnels into a nearby farm. D-60173: You dig tunnels? SCP-5594-1C: Oh yeah, I got a bunch — a few for transportatin' meat or wood down here or for Cecil to get the stuff he finds down 'ere. There's a bunch of my tunnels around. Can't imagine why you took the long way. D-60173: Kinda wish I knew that. (D-60173 is demonstrating the process of creating a cheesesteak.) D-60173: So you layer it in here. It's just onions, cheese, and steak. No peppers! SCP-5594-1C: Why no peppers? D-60173: Philly cheesesteaks don't have peppers on them. It's blasphemy to put peppers on one of 'em and call it a Philly Cheesesteak. SCP-5594-1B: Blasphemy? What, is "Philly" a god? D-60173: Philly is the furthest thing from holy. (After five hours, D-60173 exited the cave with the help of SCP-5594-1 and was safely recovered at the insertion point.) «END LOG» In the months following this investigation, sightings of SCP-5594-1 became scarce. The following note was later found in the D-Class barracks. Welp, I hope we didn't get you into no trouble with your bosses. We hope to see you again. I know you promised to come back sometime, no rush. We've been having cheesy steaks a few times a week, just be sure to bring us some new recipes next time. You know where the tunnels are. Just be sure not to go in the small one or you'll end up in the boil pit. See you soon. 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SCP-5595 | esoteric-class | PlaguePJP: III by PlaguePJP SCP-5595 — Geoffrey Quincy Harrison the Third: Site Director, Gumball Machine ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5595 Level2 Containment Class: integrated Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-5595 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5595 is currently stationed at Site-322's Accounting Department. See the below addenda for further detail. SCP-5595 Description: SCP-5595 is a United States quarter gumball machine of unknown origin. SCP-5595's outward appearance is split into three separate parts: its glass dome, its main body, and its stand, all of which act in conjunction to support the entity. The glass dome is a featureless spheroid filled with approximately 30 gumballs. This acts as SCP-5595's ocular, auditory, and gustatory organs. The main body portion is composed of a steel alloy that has been painted red, save for the indented coin slot and retrieval system. While this portion is yet to be fully accessed, it is believed that a system similar to a rotary phone is within the internal cavity, along with a speaker. The stand is used by SCP-5595 to maneuver through its surroundings. It is composed of a 0.5-meter steel pole ending in a wide disk. At the bottom of this disk are four wheels. Despite its appearance, SCP-5595 is sapient, sentient, and capable of speech in English. Its voice is highly modulated and barely intelligible at times. SCP-5595's personality has been described as variably boisterous, sarcastic, and rude. Addendum 5595.1: Discovery SCP-5595 was discovered on May 24, 2019, in Site-322's first-floor security checkpoint. SCP-5595's presence did not initially raise alarm due to its amiable nature and knowledge of ongoing Site activities; those who encountered it believed it was a product of the Robotics and Cybernetics Department. SCP-5595 was apprehended as it attempted to pass through the checkpoint. A struggle ensued during the recovery process, as SCP-5595 fled from the pursuing containment team while insulting them and their family members. The only injury sustained during the recovery process was when SCP-5595 rolled over Agent Williams' foot, bruising his big toe. Eventually, the entity was retrieved and moved into a low-level containment chamber. It professed its innocence and its desire to return to "[its] job as the Substitute Site Director." Addendum 5595.2: Interview Log TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: Dr. Anthony Coix Subject: SCP-5595 «BEGIN LOG» Coix: Hello, my name is Anthony Coix. I'm here to have a quick chat to figure everything out. You know some stuff that I'd like to find out more about. Do you want to start with your name? SCP-5595: DIRECTOR GEOFFREY QUINCY HARRISON THE THIRD. Coix: Hmm, yeah that's the pickle isn't it? SCP-5595: GREAT INTERVIEW STARTER. AM I SUPPOSED TO ANSWER THIS RHETORICAL QUESTION? Coix: Well… no, it's a figure of speech — I'm just saying that your title, "Director," is incorrect. SCP-5595: I CAN DEBATE SEMANTICS ALL DAY. YOU SAID YOUR NAME WAS "COIX," YES? Coix: Yep. SCP-5595: HOW WOULD ONE SPELL THAT? Coix: C-O-I-X. SCP-5595: UNRELATED, ARE YOU THE ONE WHO ORDERED THOSE IDIOTS TO OPEN ME UP AND LOOK AT MY INSIDES. Coix: Yeah. Standard procedure for something mechanical, such as yourself. SCP-5595: THEY FAILED BY THE WAY. IT WAS PITIFUL. Coix: I'm aware. It's just standard procedure. SCP-5595: THAT WAS C-O-I-X, RIGHT? Coix: That would be correct. SCP-5595: ALRIGHT. THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW, DOCTOR COCKS. WHAT IS YOUR NEXT QUERY? Coix: Pronounced Coix, like koi. SCP-5595: WELL, WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY PRONUNCIATION, DR. COCKS? PLEASE TELL ME THE ISSUE. Coix: It's just incorrect. SCP-5595: I DON'T REALLY CARE, THEN. Coix: Um, alright. I'm reading this incident report here — says you were claiming that you were the "Substitute Site Director;" are you aware of a man by the name of Paul Lague? SCP-5595: YES. MR. LAGUE FORMALLY INVITED ME TO FILL IN THE POSITION OF SITE DIRECTOR WHILE HE WAS ON VACATION. Coix: He invited you? Personally? SCP-5595: IS HE HERE? Coix: No. SCP-5595: SOUNDS LIKE AN INVITATION TO ME. I'M LIKE A VAMPIRE WITH BEING WELCOMED IN AND ALL THAT JAZZ. I JUST DRINK SLIGHTLY LESS BLOOD. Coix: Who told you about his vacation? SCP-5595: IT WAS A BRIGHT TUESDAY MORNING. I WAS OUTSIDE WITH AN IRISH COFFEE ADMIRING THE SUN RISING AND THE WARM SPRING AIR ON MY SKIN WHEN A VERY SMALL BIRD FLEW OVER TO ME. IT WAS BLUE AND HAD VERY BLACK EYES; I KNEW I COULD TRUST IT. THE BIRD WHISPERED TO ME, "GEOFFREY, THOSE JACKASSES AT THAT WEIRD FACTORY BUILDING NEED SOME GUIDANCE." I THANKED THE BIRD AND LEFT MY HOUSE IMMEDIATELY. Coix: Are you going to tell me the real reason, or what? SCP-5595: IT WAS A SELFLESS GESTURE, ASSHOLE. I'M HERE TO GET THINGS RUNNING SMOOTHLY. Coix: I don't think that would be at all feasible. SCP-5595: YOU'RE GOING TO LOOK ME IN THE DOME AND SAY I'M NOT SITE DIRECTOR MATERIAL? Coix: Regardless of whatever potential you think you have to run this facility, you're not the Site Director. SCP-5595: UH HUH, AND YOU'RE NOT A THIRTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN. DON'T PUT YOUR INSECURITIES ON ME NOW. I HAVE THINGS I'D LIKE TO DO IF YOU WOULD LET ME GET ON WITH DOING THEM. Coix: I'm actually neither thirty-four years old nor am I a virgin. I have a wife and two childr— SCP-5595: LIKELY STORY. Coix: Mhm. What things are you even going to do? SCP-5595: NUMBER ONE: I WOULD SECURE THINGS. I WOULD THEN TAKE THOSE THINGS AND NUMBER TWO: PROTECT SAID THINGS. THIRDLY I— Coix: Enough. SCP-5595: COCKS, IT'S RUDE TO INTERRUPT PEOPLE. Coix: You just interrupted me — and insulted me when you did. SCP-5595: NOW YOU'RE COMPARING YOURSELF TO ME. I UNDERSTAND I'M INTIMIDATING AND NOW THAT I HOLD AN OFFICE THAT'S MUCH MORE EXACERBATED. Coix: You are not the Site Director. (A brief pause.) SCP-5595: YOU ARE GASLIGHTING ME. Coix: No I am not! SCP-5595: YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN. Coix: By the definition of gaslighting I would have to be trying to convince you that the truth isn't the truth. Which I'm not doing! We both know what the truth is! SCP-5595: YOU HAVE SAID TWO-HUNDRED AND FORTY WORDS OF WORTHLESS TREASON, MR. COCKS AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. (A dial tone is heard within SCP-5595's interval cavity. A call is placed.) Coix: What are you doing? Command: Site-322 Command Center, please relay your call sign. Coix: Wait— SCP-5595: HI, DOCTOR COCKS IS ATTEMPTING TO HOST A MUTINY AGAINST MYSELF, THE SITE DIRECTOR.. Coix: That's rid— Amy, hi. Callsign Delta-11-21. Code Name: Sparkling Water. Command: Voice recognition accepted. Is there an issue, Dr. Coix? Coix: False alarm, place the source of this on the blacklist, please. Command: Will do. (Silence.) SCP-5595: YOU'RE A REAL PAIN IN THE GUMBALLS. Coix: Well, now that's not something a Site Director should say, is it now? SCP-5595: AT LEAST MY NAME ISN'T COCKS. «END LOG» Addendum 5595.3: Interview Log Two Upon his return, Dir. Paul Lague was introduced to the SCP-5595 file and the above interview. Believing that SCP-5595 would respond better to Lague's position, another interview was held. TRANSCRIPT Interviewer: Dir. Paul Lague Subject: SCP-5595 «BEGIN LOG» (Silence.) SCP-5595: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Lague: Nothing. Just getting a feel. SCP-5595: YOUR BUDDY TRIED THAT THE OTHER DAY. Lague: Oh boy, that’s a start. Enlighten me, please. SCP-5595: OF COURSE, HE CAME OVER TO ME AND TRIED TO SLIP ME A QUARTER LIKE I WAS SOME WHORE. Lague: You're a gumball machine, no? Isn’t that what you guys are meant to do? SCP-5595: WAY TO JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. Lague: Are we talking about "Dr. Cocks" here, with the whole quarter business? SCP-5595: YEAH. I'M GLAD TO SEE THE TRUE PRONUNCIATION IS CATCHING ON. HOW LONG WAS THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYES ON THAT? Lague: Why did you insist on calling him that? SCP-5595: I WAS PRONOUNCING IT AS IT WAS SPELLED TO ME. Lague: So what? Are you going to pronounce my name as "La-gooey?" SCP-5595: NO, THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS. I SAW A PROBLEM WITH DR. COCKS' NAME AND DECIDED TO LEAD THE WAY FOR CHANGE. Lague: Oh come on, we both know the reason. Seemed like you were upset that the investigation team he ordered was a bit intrusive. SCP-5595: I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU'RE GETTING AT. Lague: You very much do have a clue what I'm getting at. I'll admit, he can be a bit difficult at times, but what you called him can be construed as rude. No wonder he had you cooped up in here. You practically forced his hand. SCP-5595: I CONSTRUED NOTHING. MY OPINION OF MR. COCKS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY REVOLUTIONARY PRONUNCIATION OF HIS NAME. HOPEFULLY IT CONTINUES TO SPREAD. Lague: Fine. Whatever. For the record, I think we both know what happened, but if you want to play the ignorant card I won't stop you. How about we discuss something a bit more business-related. SCP-5595: DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. IT'S YOUR HOUSE. Lague: Thanks for the permission. My understanding from everything I've read is that you were interested — in whatever form — in helping us here. Is that right? SCP-5595: I ATTEMPTED TO WHILE YOU WERE IN TIMBUKTU, BUT NO, I WAS ASSAULTED AND CAPTURED. REAL SLICK OPERATION YOU'RE RUNNING HERE, BY THE WAY. I DID NOT GET A PHONE CALL, MY RIGHTS WERE NOT READ, AND I WAS NOT OFFERED AN ATTORNEY. Lague: Well, I'm extremely sorry about the distress; I'll have to talk to security about those issues. Would you still like to — help that is? SCP-5595: SURE. I'VE GOT NOTHING BETTER TO DO. Lague: Great! For some background, a director at another Site implemented a new strategy to give anomalies a stress-free environment to live in and it seemed to work out well. We got inspired over here and just finished drafting the proposal for the higher-ups. I'm calling it the Appeasement strategy here at 322. SCP-5595: GREAT NAME. THAT'S WHAT FRANCE DID TO GERMANY AND IT ENDED UP GREAT FOR THEM. Lague: You're a real pessimist, you know that? This is for your benefit. SCP-5595: I SEE THE BIG PICTURE. Lague: Regardless, you said you'd like to help, and you're not dangerous. Practically the perfect candidate for this program; especially for its first foray, SCP-5595: YOU HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT MY DANGER, BUCKAROO. Lague: Sure, sure. I'll watch out for whenever that rears its head. But before we do anything like this, we're going to need to know who sent you here. SCP-5595: I TOLD COCKS ABOUT THE BIRD. I HAVE MORE WEBS TO SPIN IF YOU'RE SO INTRIGUED. Lague: It was a cute story, sure — and I don't deny you have more — but I need a name. A place. Literally anything to jump off of. SCP-5595: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU. I SHOWED YOU MY HAND ALREADY. Lague: You don't know where you came from? I honestly have no idea how you expect me to believe that. Do you want the investigation team to come back in here? SCP-5595: GREAT APPEASEMENT STRATEGY YOU GOT THERE. TEN SECONDS AFTER TELLING ME ABOUT IT I'M BEING THREATENED WITH TORTURE. Lague: I'm not threatening anything. I need to know how you got here. SCP-5595: WHAT, ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR? Lague: Does the black moon howl? SCP-5595: THE MOON IS WHITE, DUMBASS. Lague: Worth a shot. (Pause) You know what, for the purposes of this, water under the bridge. If we need to come back to it later we will. SCP-5595: I ALREADY TOLD THOSE PERVERTS WHO TRIED TO DIG THROUGH ME THAT I WAS CLEAR. I WAS ACCUSED OF BEING A SPY BY COCKS TOO. BUT THEY FOUND NOTHING, AS I SO PREDICTED, ZERO, ZIP, ZILCH, NADA, OTHER SYNONYMS FOR NOTHING. I'M CLEAN AS A WHISTLE, BABY. Lague: Alright, I'll look through that report later. But for now, your assignment is gonna be in the cafeteria. I think you'll fit in there. SCP-5595: YOU DID IT AGAIN. Lague: Did what? SCP-5595: YOU'RE STEREOTYPING ME. FIRST THE QUARTER THING THEN THIS. Lague: Listen listen, the cafeteria is a nice, stress-free environment for you to mingle with staff. We're also going to do testing on you. SCP-5595: FINE. WHATEVER YOU SAY. «END LOG» Dir. Lague's proposal to include SCP-5595 as the first subject of the Integration Program1 was approved the following day. Addendum 5595.4: Testing/Event Log The Integration Program began with its first subject, SCP-5595, on May 27, 2019. Below is an abridged log of notable events from the staff cafeteria and Dir. Lague's testing. Purpose of Test Introduce SCP-5595 into Site-322’s various containment chambers. As an anomaly, it could provide how the cells could be updated to fit the needs to anomalies. Result SCP-5595 commented on the decor of the chambers, rather than any practical critique. Its main points regarded choosing new wallpaper, carpeting, replacing the floor tiles with hardwood, and installing televisions into all rooms. SCP-5595: I’VE SEEN MOTELS WITH MORE CARE PUT INTO THEIR PRESENTATION. SCP-5595 commented that the medium-sized containment cells were only “15.93%” larger than the small size. It was also pointed out that some of the floors were lopsided, in some cases, 24 degrees off level. Conclusion DENIED2 Included Personnel: Cafeteria staff Description: SCP-5595 demanded a meeting with Dir. Lague, claiming it discovered a plot to poison staff. Below is a transcript of their conversation. Lague: Go ahead. SCP-5595: THOSE SCOUNDRELS HAVE REPLACED THE MASHED POTATOES WITH "CAULIFLOWER MASHED POTATOES." BUT THEY HAVE NOT CHANGED THE PLACARD TO CORRESPOND. Lague: What would you like me to do about that. SCP-5595: THAT'S YOUR JOB TO FIGURE OUT. I DON'T KNOW, HANG THEM AS TRAITORS. This request was denied, however, SCP-5595 was thanked for the vital information. Following the threat, Dir. Lague also instructed SCP-5595 not to attack kitchen staff, as it charted an ambush utilizing a nonexistent Mobile Task Force known as MTF Delta-905 ("All Out of Bubblegum"). It is not to be told about the Foundation's diet program. Purpose of Test Determine SCP-5595's long-range communication capabilities. If substantial, it could be used as a communication hub. Result When asked to provide the number used to contact the Site-322 command, SCP-5595 was unaware of what researchers were requesting. When call logs were pulled, no source number was able to be found. SCP-5595 was asked to call Dr. A. Coix's cell phone. After doing so, it was found that SCP-5595 had a coverage range of approximately 5 kilometers. Conclusion DENIED Included Personnel: Researcher H. Jameson Description: Researcher Jameson attempted to purchase a gumball from SCP-5595. Jameson was not aware that SCP-5595 was a living being and did not request its permission. SCP-5595 subsequently spouted profanities at Researcher Jameson. Researcher Jameson claimed he did not read the memo regarding SCP-5595's inclusion in the cafeteria. Disciplinary action has been deemed unnecessary. Purpose of Test Determine SCP-5595's usefulness as an anomaly insight supervisor. It will give its comments on how the Foundation could improve its containment procedures. Result SCP-5595 was introduced to low clearance files. Its opinions are recorded below. File: SCP-5596 Comments: YOU HAVE IT LOCKED UP. JUST DONT TOUCH IT. File: SCP-5798 Comments: DON'T GO NEAR THE DRAIN. A LOT OF YOUR ISSUES COME FROM TOUCHING THINGS YOU SHOULDN'T TOUCH. STOP TOUCHING THINGS. File: SCP-5494 Comments: AT LEAST YOU FIGURED OUT NOT TO TOUCH THOSE ALL BY YOURSELF. It is possible the instructions given to SCP-5595 were unclear, or it was being purposefully difficult. Conclusion DENIED Included Personnel: Researcher B. Franco Description: SCP-5595 offered to help Researcher Franco with his trouble regarding Site-322's finances. Franco accepted the assistance, despite SCP-5595's lack of experience in both mathematics and accounting. This, eventually, led to SCP-5595 reworking the distribution of funds across Site-322. See Addendum 5595.5 for further details. Addendum 5595.5: Interview Log Three TRANSCRIPT (SCP-5595 enters Dir. Lague's office. A pair of glasses have been taped to its dome.) SCP-5595: WHAT DID I DO WRONG? Lague: How did you get into the Accounting Department? SCP-5595: I WALKED THERE, AS ONE DOES WHEN THEY WANT TO GET FROM POINT A TO POINT B. Lague: Don't get snappy, sometimes they don't even let me in there, let alone an anomaly. SCP-5595: MAYBE THEY DON'T LIKE YOU. DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT? DON’T PUT ME DOWN BECAUSE YOU’RE SO INSECURE THAT THE MATHLETES DON’T LIKE YOU. Lague: Shut up. I got the report earlier about this utterly insane restructuring. How did you manage this? SCP-5595: YOUR DISTRIBUTION OF FUNDS WAS, AS THE KIDS SAY, WACK. ANY ASSHOLE WITH A BRAIN COULD SEE THAT, OR SO I THOUGHT. Lague: How, though? I go over these myself and we're almost always scraping funds for the random project. SCP-5595: I ASKED AROUND AND FOUND WE HOLD ABOUT 130 VARIOUS ANOMALIES. WHY DO YOU HAVE 50% OF THE FUND GOING INTO CONSTRUCTION WHEN ONLY 90 OF THOSE CELLS ARE FILLED? SPLIT THAT COST INTO OVERALL CONTAINMENT AMENITIES, GIVE YOUR EMPLOYEES A RAISE, AND YOU CAN TAKE THE REST OF THE SURPLUS FOR YOURSELF. MAYBE GO SOMEWHERE EXOTIC LIKE HAWAII OR SIBERIA. Lague: Surplus? SCP-5595: YES. A SURPLUS. A PRETTY BIG ONE TOO. Lague: Tell me about that… after. Are you — I don't know, made to do math? Is there a calculator somewhere in there? SCP-5595: NO. I LOOKED AT THE SHEET, SAW IT WAS MESSED UP TO HELL AND BACK, TOLD EVERYONE IN THERE TO CHANGE A FEW NUMBERS AROUND, AND THEN, AS THE NEW YORKERS SAY, BADA BING BADA BOOM, IT WORKED. Lague: So, what I'm hearing is that you refinanced a whole site by yourself in an hour while having no clue about math? SCP-5595: THAT WOULD BE CORRECT. (Lague fetches a piece of paper and draws a circle.) Lague: Look at this circle. SCP-5595: WOW. MASTERFUL. WERE YOU CLASSICALLY TRAINED? Lague: What is the circumference of it? SCP-5595: 18.84956666183000482. Lague: And you have no clue how you did that? SCP-5595: NO. NUMBERS ARE WORTHLESS TO ME, EXCEPT WHEN I’M COUNTING MY BENJAMINS. Lague: You just calculated a circle’s circumference to the — what was that — the twentieth decimal place? SCP-5595: SEVENTEENTH. Lague: And you’re just… unaware of what any of that means? SCP-5595: YEP. I THOUGHT A CIRCUMFERENCE WAS WHEN DOCTORS CUT— Lague: Nope, do not. Don't be weird. SCP-5595: YOU'VE GOTTEN DICTATOR-Y RECENTLY. IT WAS AS IF I COMMITTED A THOUGHTCRIME RIGHT THERE. Lague: Oh we're pulling out Orwell now. That's just utterly ridiculous. Don't act like you didn't know what you were doing. You wanted to say something risqué on the recording so you can have a laugh whenever you read the file again. You did it with the whole "Cocks" bit last week. I heard you giggling. SCP-5595: I LIKE TO FIND HUMOR IN THE DARK, GRAY, SAD WORLD WE LIVE IN. MY APOLOGIES — I THOUGHT I WAS THE PESSIMIST. Lague: Backtrack a bit, if you don’t understand numbers why did you agree to look at the spreadsheet and help them out? SCP-5595: I AM GOING TO BE HONEST, MY ORIGINAL SCHEME WAS GOING TO INVOLVE ACCIDENTALLY MOVING MR. COCKS AND MR. JAMESON INTO CUSTODIAL POSITIONS. I WASN’T ABLE TO DO THAT SO I OPTED TO JUST STUFF THOSE TAX NERDS IN THE PROVERBIAL LOCKER BY DOING THEIR JOBS BETTER THAN THEM. Lague: To sum up, you did all of that just to one up “the nerds.” SCP-5595: WOW, IT'S LIKE YOU CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH MY HEAD. «END LOG» Regardless of SCP-5595’s original intent, its skills have been found to be extremely useful. SCP-5595 has since been permanently instituted into the Accounting Department, under minor surveillance, as an assistant mathematician and consultant. Footnotes 1. Formerly the Appeasement Program. 2. Some of its suggestions are being discussed by upper level Site staff. 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SCP-5596 | keter | PlaguePJP: VI by PlaguePJP SCP-5596 — The Love Doctor ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5596 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5596. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5596 is contained in Site-322's standard item storage. SCP-5596-1 is contained in low-security humanoid containment. While its anomalous properties have subsided since the acquisition of SCP-5596, it is unknown if other machines similar to SCP-5596 could cause its properties to reappear. Description: SCP-5596 is a Love Tester machine dedicated to measuring the “sex appeal" of its users. Upon inserting a quarter, users will be prompted to grasp the machine's handle. When squeezed, a column of light bulbs indicated as corresponding to the users' attractiveness will illuminate.1 Ranks include (from lowest to highest): Clammy, Harmless, Mild, Naughty but Nice, Wild, Burning, Passionate, Hot Stuff, and Uncontrollable. SCP-5596-1. SCP-5596-1 is Chester Mabrey, a 26-year-old internet personality from Bangor, Maine. SCP-5596-1 was formerly the owner and host of "Modern Day Cupid," a YouTube channel dedicated to relationship advice targeted at young men. The channel accrued over two-hundred thousand subscribers until May of 2017 when SCP-5596-1 announced that he would no longer be uploading to the channel due to "other obligations." Those who have received any rank below "Naughty, but Nice" on SCP-5596 will have SCP-5596-1 teleported to their location within two weeks of their last usage. This event most commonly occurs between 8 PM and 12 AM local time while the target is isolated. SCP-5596-1 will then provide its target with advice regarding their love life and attempt to fix any of the target's relationship problems. Addendum 5596.1: Sample Interaction The capture of SCP-5596-1 was deemed paramount. The containment team on the SCP-5596 project used the machine, however, none were able to score lower than "Naughty, but Nice." Director Paul Lague ordered for SCP-5596 to be relocated to a Foundation shell store near Site-322 where both Site staff and members of the general populace could attempt to trigger the effects of SCP-5596. The most recent instance was triggered by James Yarbough, a 21-year-old college student. The Foundation initiated surveillance protocols, installing cameras and microphones into his home. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» (SCP-5596-1 appears in Yarbough's bedroom. SCP-5596-1 drags a nearby cushioned chair to the side of Yarbough's bed and retrieves his charging cellphone from his nightstand.) SCP-5596-1: Christ, you really are a loser. Yarbough: Who the hell are you? SCP-5596-1: The tooth fairy… or your guardian angel. Yarbough: Get the fuck out of my house! SCP-5596-1: Soon. You got Clammy? Seriously? What the hell are you doing man? You're better than that. Yarbough: I— I'm calling the police. SCP-5596-1: (Wags the phone to Yarbough.) If I go to jail again I lose a bet. If it's that big of a deal you can call 'em when I'm done. Yarbough: What are you going to do to me? SCP-5596-1: Improve your pathetic love life, for one. Yarbough: …I don't swing that way. SCP-5596-1: Me neither, but even if I did I could do a lot better than you, pal. Can we stick to it here? Yarbough: Stick to what? SCP-5596-1: My spiel. I have like sixteen other suckers I have to deal with tonight, so let's speed it up. You got Clammy, right? We all remember this? I'm not insane here? Yarbough: I— I really don't know what you're talking about. SCP-5596-1: The Love Tester in that strip mall on 14th street. My boss told me you used him on the 19th. Yarbough: That? You know that's an arcade machine? It was a quarter to squeeze some knob. SCP-5596-1: You'd think you'd get a higher rank given how much knob-squeezing you do at home… Now that I think about it, what you got, yeah, it adds up. If you haven't caught on already, I'm not the tooth fairy, and that "arcade machine" definitely wasn't just that. Are you gonna let me help you? Yarbough: With— with what. Why are you speaking in code? I don't understand what's happening. You've just been a complete asshole this whole time. SCP-5596-1: (Sighs. It recites the following rhythmically.) The pursuit of love is something grand. Something we all understand. You're a lonely loser guy. On the hunt for love, I'll try— Yarbough: Right there! You just did it! Do you have to insult me? SCP-5596-1: It's part of the gig, bub, can't help it. Do you want me to keep going with the song? There are like seven verses of exposition and shit about me. Yarbough: I'd rather you not. This is already the most uncomfortable experience of my life. SCP-5596-1: Thank you, I appreciate the feedback. What's up with your love life? Tell me about it, I don't judge. That's the boss' job. Yarbough: Is that all you're here for? Really? (SCP-5596-1 nods.) Yarbough: This is goddamn ridiculous. I had a girlfriend for about three years; broke up two months ago because the distance got too hard. That's about it. SCP-5596-1: You're feeling emasculated? Yarbough: The hell? I have no clue where you got that from. SCP-5596-1: Just running through my script. You want her back? I feel like you want her back. Like badly. Yarbough: I don't know— I don't even know if she wants me back. SCP-5596-1 holding its bow and arrow. Photo taken while in Foundation custody. SCP-5596-1: That's nothing to really worry about if I'm being honest. My thingamajiggy works like a charm. How about I crank you up to a Passionate? That one's always a good spot to be in. (SCP-5596-1 pulls a small, plastic bow from his pants along with a single plastic arrow terminating in a suction cup.) SCP-5596-1: That's about six ranks from where you are now. I like to think it helps but I never really get to see the results. The boss always tells me it works out well on his end. He likes to see the numbers bumped up. I'm not gonna argue, knowing how pissed he gets and how hot those lights get. So, a six? Yarbough: What does that entail? SCP-5596-1: Can you lift your hair back for me? (Yarbough complies; SCP-5596-1 nocks the artificial arrow and releases. It smacks onto Yarbough's forehead and remains in place.) Yarbough: Alright… and? SCP-5596-1: Just keep that on for a few hours and you'll hit that rank in no time. See ya later pal! Good luck! «END LOG» The following morning, James Yarbough traveled from his house in Lancaster, Pennsylvania to his ex-girlfriend's location in Dallas, Texas. Following a short interaction between the two, Yarbough was seen crying in his car before retreating home. Yarbough used SCP-5596 thirteen times upon returning, receiving the "Passionate" rank each time. No observable changes regarding Yarbough's success in romantic endeavors have been observed. Footnotes 1. This is actually determined by a combination of random chance and grip strength. More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-5595 (+535) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-6593 (+192) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-8595 (+374) • SCP-6595 (+193) • SCP-7595 (+213) • SCP-7591 (+192) • SCP-6596 (+297) • SCP-7596 (+130) • SCP-5364 (+89) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-7590 (+151) • SCP-8594 (+116) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • |
SCP-5597 | keter | Item#: 5597 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-5597-2 upon recovery. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-5597, containment is predominately focused on early identification and acquisition of SCP-5597 manifestations. To this end, Mobile Task Force Theta-8 ("Whale Watchers") has been established to monitor for and intercept potential SCP-5597 manifestations. In addition to operating within established national, provincial, and academic groups likely to respond to beached cetaceans, MTF Theta-8 is to undertake a variety of duties concerning the containment of SCP-5597-5. These include monitoring SCP-5597-5's movement in and around the Gulf of Saint Lawrence and Bay of Fundy. Should SCP-5597-5 travel more than 50 kilometers from the local coastline, members of MTF Theta-8 are to embark upon the SCPS Nansen, an oceanographic research vessel, and follow SCP-5597-5 movement. At present, the physical containment of SCP-5597-5 within a Foundation site has been deemed unnecessary. Upon death, the corpse of SCP-5597-5 is to be acquired and transferred to Site-184's Aquatic Anomalies department and stored alongside the corpses of SCP-5597-1-4. Description: SCP-5597 refers to the collective manifestations of entities visually resembling members of the Eubalaena glacialis species,1 found to contain living humans within anomalous bodily cavities. At present, there are five known SCP-5597 manifestations, designated SCP-5597-1-5: SCP-5597-1-4 were recovered deceased and contained a comatose humanoid specimen attached to the entity via an umbilical cord within an atypical abdominal cavity. When removed from the entity, these individuals: a woman, aged 38, and three children, aged 3, 4, and 6, became conscious.2 SCP-5597-5 appears to be a living, active Eubalaena glacialis specimen. Ultrasonic imaging of SCP-5597-5 revealed the presence of an enlarged cranial cavity and the body of an adolescent male child partially grafted onto the tissue of the entity's frontopolar cortex. SCP-5597-5 has demonstrated a willingness to approach Foundation vessels at sea and engaged in migratory behaviour: traveling repeatedly between the Gulf of Saint Lawrence and the Bay of Fundy. Arield photograph of SCP-5597-5 interacting with a pod of Delphinidaes. Discovery: SCP-5597-1-4 were discovered by a marine biology research team on 14/08/2020 during the dissection of, what appeared to be, four stranded whales along the Southern Shore region of Nova Scotia, Canada. The civilian researchers contacted local authorities after discovering a living human child within one of the corpses. The Foundation was subsequently notified and deployed a field-research team from Site-184's Aquatic Anomaly Department. Foundation personnel discovered the presence of anomalous abdominal cavities containing a human specimen within each entity. When the umbilical cords connecting the individuals to the deceased corpses of the entities were severed, each human awoke. The individuals began demonstrating symptoms of shock and extreme distress, and attempted to communicate in a foreign language. These individuals were offered thermal blankets and water before being subsequently taken into Foundation custody. Shortly afterward, Foundation personnel noticed the presence of SCP-5597-5. Due to its size and mobile nature, it was impractical to contain at the time and was tagged for future acquisition. Addendum - A1: Interview with human recovered from SCP-5597-4. Following their arrival at Site-184, the language spoken by those recovered from SCP-5597-1-4 was identified as Russian. As attempting to separate the individuals resulted in displays of distress, they were permitted to remain together while the eldest individual, henceforth SCP-5597-4_A, was interviewed. AUDIO LOG DATE: 14/08/2020 NOTE: Interview was initially conducted in Russian. Dr. Ivanon conducted the interview, due to his knowledge of the language. Comments from the children accompanying SCP-5597-4_A have been removed for clarity. SCP-5597-4_A: Hush, Irina, it is okay. We are safe now. It will be okay. Mama needs to speak to the nice man, now. Kostya, come and hold your sister's hand. Thank you. SCP-5597-4_A's hands are seen to shake as she moves one of the children off her lap. She extends them to Dr. Ivanon, who shakes them before sitting. Dr. Ivanon: Hello, I'm sure you have many questions. My name is Doctor Henry Ivanon. Myself and my colleagues are here to help you, but we will need to ask you some questions first. Is there anything we could bring you and your, sorry, are these your children? SCP-5597-4_A: Yes, thank you, doctor. These are my children. I do not wish to trouble you, but we are all very hungry. Do you have any food perhaps? Dr. Ivanon: Yes, one moment. Dr. Ivanon relays the request through his earpiece. Dr. Ivanon: I'm being told that they'll be bringing something shortly. Now, would you mind telling me your name? SCP-5597-4_A: T- Tasha, doctor. Tasha Lebedev. And this is Kostya, Irina, and Katja. Say hello to the nice man, Kostya. Dr. Ivanon: Tasha, I'm not sure how aware of your situation you were. My colleagues have informed me that you and your children were recovered from within the corpses of several whales that had washed ashore. Is there anything you recall about this you can share with me? SCP-5597-4_A: Yes, doctor. We were to be brought somewhere safe. I know some of what happened. I will try to explain, but I fear you will not trust me. Dr. Ivanon: You can relax, Tasha. I assure you, there are many strange things in this world. SCP-5597-4_A rests her head in her hands for a few moments before responding. Her breathing is seen to slow slightly during this time. SCP-5597-4_A: The children were put to sleep first; I had asked them to keep me awake, to see them put into the beasts. I needed to be sure it was safe. I do not know by what magics it was done. A man, he pulled the bellies of the creatures open and smoothed the walls as though he were a potter shaping clay. He drew a pink cord from within and attached it to their bellies. It was unnatural; he mocked the birth I gave to them. But thank the lord it worked. That we are safe now. Dr. Ivanon: Safe from what, Tasha? SCP-5597-4_A: From the war, doctor. They had promised to take me far away, but surely even here - where you are speaking our tongue - you must know. Dr. Ivanon: Perhaps you could elaborate more. We need to have all the information we can, you must understand, for our records. SCP-5597-4_A: We were fleeing the Germans, doctor. I know it was unpatriotic, and perhaps I was a coward, but I needed to keep the children safe. My husband had been called to the fighting, and I was the only one there to protect our children. We knew they were creeping closer to the city, only days away. Even if Stalingrad surrendered, they would have taken me from my children, and Peter would have been killed. They'd have thought him old enough. When I was offered a way out I took it. I feel no shame. We are here now, and the children are safe. Dr. Ivanon: Who was it that assisted you? Are these the same individuals who put you and your children in the whales? SCP-5597-4_A: I do not know their names. They came in the night to my door and spoke with me to offer safe passage for us. I could scarcely believe it - I thought it was a trap! When I agreed they took us to the truck. We drove for hours, through the night and the day. We took only a little with us, scraps of food and some photos. We had to leave those behind when we reached the shore. Dr. Ivanon: You mentioned needing to agree. What were the terms of this arrangement - did they want anything from you? SCP-5597-4_A: My father was a sailor. We didn't live near the coast growing up, but each spring he would make his way to the ports and find work. He'd send money to my mother and I. When he returned he would bring me a gift: polished pieces of sea glass, carved wooden ships, once a pearl on a string. When I was ten, he was gone longer than we expected and we feared the worst. He came back, at night in the middle of a storm. He was soaked to the bone, with a wild look in his eyes. His mustache had grown out over his mouth, which I knew was odd. He had always taken great care of it before, I can still remember the smell of the wax he used. SCP-5597-4_A: That night he took me into our kitchen and told me he had a special gift, one that I mustn't tell anyone about, not even my mother. It was a metal key - bronze, I think. I had never seen one like it: the prongs split off on all sides and curled like vines. He pressed it into my hand - I can feel the weight when I think about it, its cold heft upon my palm. He sent me to bed and in the morning it was like it never happened; we never spoke of it. SCP-5597-4_A: When he left the next Spring, he never came back. SCP-5597-4_A: That was what they asked of me: the key. I don't know how they knew of it, but I gave it to them. For the lives of my children and I. Dr. Ivanon: I see, if there's anything more you can recall about this item, I'm sure one of my colleagues will want to speak to you about it. Were you aware that there was an additional whale that didn't make landfall? SCP-5597-4_A appears to speak under her breath for a moment and take the hand of the nearby child before responding. SCP-5597-4_A: Yes, doctor. That is my eldest, Peter. We were told we'd need a shepherd, to help us through the dark of the ocean's night. I do not wish to speak more of it, not in front of the children. Dr. Ivanon: Is there anything more you recall about the people who came to you? Any names or methods of identification? At this point a tray with food and drinks from the site cafeteria arrives and is set on the table. SCP-5597-4_A: It was dark, doctor, and they spoke a different language to one another. But I saw something on the truck when they came to get us, an insignia of sorts. If I may borrow your paper, I will try and draw it for you. Dr. Ivanon: That would be appreciated. I'll leave this here for you. Thank you for your time, Tasha. Please enjoy the meal. SCP-5597-4_A produced the following image after the interview: This symbol matches known iconography employed by Jean & Jean Transtemporal Shipping. Due to the atemporal nature of this organization, when this symbol was first used is currently indeterminable. The use of living Cetaceas for trans-temporal travel is a divergence from the known modus operandi of this organization, which has typically employed osteomantic, thaumaturgic rituals involving the bones of deceased Cetaceas for such purposes. In addition to the above image, SCP-5597-4_A wrote an accompanying message in Russian: My dear son, my sweet boy. You have given us the greatest gift and at such a cost. I wish I could hold your hand in mine again. See you sing with father as he plays the balalaika, and your sisters dance. You have led us such a distance, but we must make the way now on our own. I cannot imagine you will forgive me for this. I would not want it if you did; I do not deserve forgiveness for it. I will think of you always my son - when Irina cries, when Kostya asks for his brother, as Katja learns this new tongue I hear them speak, when the sun sets and when the day comes, I will think of you - I promise you this. I will tell you a truth I've kept from them, and from myself for I cannot bear it. Your father had died before we left. And now you, I must lose as well. Your loss is the worse to hold in my heart, for it was my fault and my choice. It will gnaw upon me each day. The shepherd is not to die to save his flock and the mother is not to leave her son. What a cruel world we have made my boy. Will this new one we have found be different? I do not know. I love you, I have loved you, and I will love you. Goodbye, my son. As SCP-5597-1-4_A did not possess any anomalous abilities or properties, they were interviewed and administered amnestics and memory-suppressing memetic agents over a period of three weeks. During which, they were additionally gradually exposed to modern technological advances. After confirming the successful repression of veil-threatening knowledge, SCP-5597-1-4_A were subsequently integrated into Russian immigrant communities in Toronto.3 No further containment procedures are required at this moment. While SCP-5597-5 has demonstrated an unusual level of engagement with Foundation research teams, no reliable way to communicate with the entity has thus far been established. Footnotes 1. North Atlantic right whale. 2. See Addendum - A1: Interview with individual recovered from SCP-5597-4. 3. Ontario, Canada. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5597" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5597. Licensed under CC-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-5598 | keter | Notice: This file possesses cognitohazardous properties. While reading this text is not believed to be harmful, comprehension and interpretation of the text will be negatively affected. Please exercise discretion when reading this document. CANTO I Now right off the bat you're going to be confused but this is because there is a lack of a lack of a number 5598 but this is because we are men of science and theory (who do not answer to poetry) but this is because we are not lesser men if we die in the dark then who dies in the light? but this is because the object of poetry is not idiot clarity and washington stakeform neither the bank vault nor the greek mathematician but the topmost of the **Kabbalah abbalah abalone, the most hidden of hiddens, (injected with Jenova geneva (a city in Switzerland) (designed by Tetsuya Nomura and voiced by Lance BassGeorgeNewbernTylerHoechlin, for english is what we are concerned with today)) I think you the reader understand the problem here, and the problem is poetry is difficult to contain, meaning is squeezed out of it and we have to force the words back into an order of magnitude the truth, proscribed being that our humans, our people, our he/she/they/xe shining coats glory be must try and find meaning where meaning slips free into the very foundational order of the language if you want to taste poetry melting ice cream on the tongue you have to let the words slip into sounds but we cant otherwise poetry overwhelms the system because we live in a world with out poetry we die in the dark (we let the leaker live in a platinum safe, site 93, where Dr. Nealon (who is not assigned to SCP-5598) [fight!] is to maintain a 24 hour operating security camera watching it to make sure the poem-intestines do not prolapse. The documents he works on [he does!] is an example of how much leak is out, floating boating boat moat boat on a moat stoat groat worming up your throat boat boat boat on an endless starlit sea. (this is almost poetry, and therefore it is bad poetry)) a team of psychiatrists and PhD (you), normally Pound collection in hand and a knowledge of Lowell and Creeley at arms like guns, are tasked to force things back into. you are antipoetry, you fight language itself, you wield what you hate, the silly amateur rhyme and the cutesy platitutde as antiguns, a gun turned inside out against the falling out of meaning if you hate poetry (you) you wield anti-intellectualism to preserve your world. You wield the Hallmark card against the eldritch force that unwinds the tongue and burns the brain. the avant-garde is evil, the counterculture can't help me Where your beloved thing blends, in capitalism, with the banality of the liberal nothing. that is where you save our reality this thing cannot move, but it hates you this poem you read (hopefullly) means something, it fails as poetry. It should not be difficult to those who get it, but it is a crapshoot. It is meant to be consumed as manual, it can't. This poem is corruption. CANTO II I Ferlinghetti, stand on a blasted heath in health that lies no where, where no man can not think too much without dehydration the description above is false, yes, but it is also true. consider a magazine of poetry OR poetry, 1981 March, L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E, founded, edited and edited by Charles Bernstein and Bruce Andrews. If you know of the language poets than you know what I know, which is truth. Can the truth handle the truth [bernstein] But if SCP-1981 really does see circles that are not circles, billions of dead souls inside containment, unravellers have eaten country's moral fabric, turning hearts into filth, yadda yadda yadda, et cetera et cetera, will you just shut up man, is he really from a kingdom level above human? Well, no. Here is how you understand the magazine, the SCP-5598. As you've guessed, smart boy, it leaks. It leaks its inner contents and we don't have a clue of the original innards before the victim was slaughter ed. It leaks the language poets, who abhorr poetry as consumerism, the vampire of meaning and memory. Words should stay hidden. The meaning is mine. This is less poetry than poetry. You built from words first and words for words sake than any sort of involuntary unvoluntary desire to communicate. A spokesman for Bernstein, who is himself himself. SCP-1981 was found in a library, though, that's important. books/not books (SCP-1981 is a book) butting up against each other and leaking. We have to consider how poetry plays, because if I author quote Fake Reagan here, then is fake reagan here?(and is this how the thing in the bay of bengal functions?) Poetry is an idea sponge. (the working theory in the department is that the magazine was placed next to a worse thing, and if Bernstein's rules of axioms hold true, then, logically, we have a problem wherein the interchange of meaning destabilizes words and liberates them, sets the words free. Current theories on the worse thing are A blasted heath (literally) Max Stirner, but who takes Max Stirner one step further, an uber Marxist who hates marxists who points out that if society and liberalism and communism and capitalism are spooks that do not exist, and by that same measure there is only the ego in the worker, but if the ego is merely making meaning, and if meaning itself has no matters, and as consequence the ego does not exist, and if the Freudian ego (proven true see SCP-XXXX) isn't real, and as consequence life has no matters, could it be that life does not exist? stops. breathing. you never could breath. Fuck (he/hers/them) the underworld itself We know.) If you can quote it, it exists, and if it is assumed true that poetry has a language, then it *has* a language. It has a language. It can speak to itself. It's already doing it. Think about it, literally. this poem is in communication with SCP-5598 and the language centers of your brain and it changes the way you see it. Protocols are in place, no worry and yet. You already think in poetry. Just take care stare bear in the forest at where the wind blows and whistles through the tall grass housewife at home playing lute [yes! more!] What's worse, the poets are unsleeping with poetry that isn't poetry, bogged down by thoughts that aren't them because think about it. really think about it, if poetry the way the language poets practice it is divorced from ideas of personal experience and is words first than you loose your own personal experience, then you lose your own personal experience. Pay Attention. What's worse, the poets see it, and it wears a white gown. (If your thoughts aren't your own, and they aren't thoughts, what are they? are they human? If not, what are they capable of?)they won't describe more before their eyes often just go [OK Go is an American rock band ok now go dont go yugo slavia flavia flavor of mine inside bind tie them down a white gown big frown big mouth loose teeth I am a freak. I have hands and I have feet, and if you saw me you'd faint, you'd be petrified, mummified, turned into stone or a pillar of salt sodom and gomorrah are burning] the poem wrote that Now, for the next part of the story, I'm going to get technical. Hang on, I promise it'll be alright. It will help you understand poetry's place in a modern capitalism age and also how to contain SCP-5598. two years from now 2021 the poet and bookseller Lawrence Ferlinghetti, aged 101, will die on the floor of his old covidclosed bookshop City Lights Bookstore eyes missing arms missing mouth agape they will find fragments of white fabric on his coat and a great disturbance in the poetry section. The blood and gore leaking from the old man's face will be consistent with Kerouac long ago. October 20, 1969, St. Petersburg, Florida, Kerouac vomits blood. the sky hangs heavy over St. Anthony's Hospital, the official death is from an esophageal hemorrhage due to alcohol abuse but we lied, we die in the dark. It ripped out his liver, the source of his poetry, present in every bottle of booze that wormed its dark way into his songs (its skin is long) It is a creature of Interzone, but now back there Wuthering Heights is destroyed in City Lights Bookstore. The Beat Generation will pass and we will no longer face darkness the same way. No more cutups or facing the terror through the wall [ginsberg]. William S. Burroughs starred in both Drugstore Cowboy and a Nike ad. He shot his fucking wife in the head while high. If you sing your grief the world will sing But the thing will be he (Ferlinghetti on a blasted heath) wont be dead. aged 103 it sliced off his arms and cut out his eyes and left him sputtering on bookshelf floor but it had been there since the fifties tracing him through word after word after word. No eyes to read no hands to write because the poetry stole them, the poetry we discuss races through the skull and burns out the neurons like lights in a city winking off one by one by one. (No, this is wrong) It affects you too. You haven't seen SCP-5598 yet but maybe one day you'll be alone, in a shopping mall Disneyworld hell or else a dark room, the love of your life fucking you on the bed or sobbing inconsolably at horrifying things on the television and what do you know you'll be shot through the head with talkpoems and cut-ups and submarine light in Bickfords and the scales of a fish and you'll be sobbing as your mind undoes itself. You've seen it, the disconnect of all the words that make up you (because the words really do make up you) and then you'll see the white gown and the long skin and the nails that fold back on the head. I've seen them. Soft nail. Sky sharp. Roger snore why did the chicken If the past ten words are pointless, you might be a redneck [foxworthy] if if if if if! No matter how political or polemical or puritanical (lou dobbalina mr bob dobalina [funky homosapien[tork]] fuck stop stop stop), I have a moment of lucidity to know I am a dead man. I am ashamed that any sense I make is just part of the fucking poetry. [no] last call of the night: if poetry is an idea sponge, what does it absorb? more poetry? or else? CANTO III quick example if you look at the poems of 1981 March, L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E like I did, it slips a trip a grip. consider how a man imprisoned on false and fraudulent trumped-up judgery tries his fingers at a basic construction, where the simple center of the poem is the poem. C onsider the crisis at hand when you write on trying to recall parties at drunken colleges singing Chainsmokers into smoky night, drunk and alone: (no training): 404 Internal Server Error The server encountered an unexpected condition which prevented it from fulfilling the request: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/SCP/5598/files/_display.py", line 551, in respond table.open.body = self.handler() File "/SCP/5598/files/_display.py", line 331, in __call__ return self.callable(*self.args, **self.kwargs) File "error_classic.py", line 12 in index raise FileNotFoundError(obj) FileNotFoundError: [Errno 6] File inaccesible: 'D-34666_TESTING_INPUT01.pdf' understand this is fleeting it is a lie but also if you want to fight it, preserve what remains, this is also a lie. Periodt. The transfiguration! Christ will come like that! [o'connor] Following A Party at XXXXXX's (Oct. 2019) Life is blunt smoke and hot sauce, a spiraling cigarette abyss. In arc-sodium spaces they cut White Claw seltzers like birthday cake under marijuana vice grips and all our yesterdays really HAVE lighted fools the way to dusty death. The Twitter literati, they say, have debated whether pegging is a reflection of the base code of the universe, fractalized anal sex in A minor, fellas, is it gay to be alone? In the dim and longing steets, a solitary skateboarder rides nowhere fast; his face glassy mirror under hooded cloak, Beats by Dre melting like clocks on an ant-beach. He soars into a harrowing middle distance sunrise. Admit it. Your home died 7 years ago, gurgling on the floor in someone else’s kitchen “Away! Away! We must make haste! Avast ye! I’ve heard the mermaids calling!” this means nothing to you, if you piece more than bare logic from it there's fire to be held in sunrise hands and rotting flesh from bone so we shouldn't have looked back, shouldn't have saved her, we loved her. her skin is long CANTO IV Arthur Handscome, tall and intellected a cut too big for his coat sits with the site director, alone, coffee and cronut display with grapes in salad, to discuss a matter of unnerving importance. You see, says he, the problem with Five Five Nighty Eight is even though Analytics determines yes, our army of poets must write bad poetry, the horseshoe circles around. What do you mean says the director legs bulging muscled in suit. Well, consider it thus, if we fight high art's decay of meaning with low art, poetry that is communicative and simple, well this is no protection from decay of meaning. It doesnt matter if capitalism or postmodernism absorbs poetry and removes its meaning as art, the kind of poetry the language poets preach has no meaning, its words first just a jumble of them the reader creates the meaning and well he gestures broadly thats the anomaly. Here the words dont stick and it destroys consciousness slowly as the brain scrambles for meaning. the site director frowns and gulper eel takes a swig mouth too wide for his teeth, but then we have no way of containing it, it eats through every poet except Dr. Nealon and it spreads throughout word by word by sentence by sentence turning back on it, poetry as plague, and we have no backup procedures every procedure is a poem and every procedure author dies but handscome knows this and he freezes and realizes there's a lack of __ in the air. it is it her it no way out he thinks the doors the walls arent opening but of course they arent doors or walls they arent even real. (this is what I told you about the kingdom level above human and the thing in the bay of bengal. they originate from it) the site director realizes it too but too late and begins to scramble and cry but its not tears its meat coming out in a fetus the agent dives under the table, ears ringing 300 decibelles we didn't start the fire [joel] and he tries to pull a poem out I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; [wordsworth] but soon daffodils are nothing and so are clouds, nothing is nothing is nothing is poetry, and the song that sings the universe is only itself and now he thinks this: humans are meant to be complex. They are meant to be a vision of wheels rhyming with each other, in unusual bouncing off way They are meant to exist in large tribes and unknowing groups with multitudes no one man knowing each other, knowing the full the deer died following the toyota in the cornfield with the state park looming. trees turn to fire at dawn. then Handscome thinks one last think a rinky dink (im trying to finish [stop]) before he passes into elysium fields and that's what he thinks elysium fields abandon all hope ye who enter here the styx the lyre the ending in the beginning. (she's tearing at his eyes now) on the verge of becoming human again, of seeing sunshine, h If you see me we will diee sees her again and the lyre strings break, and die. (poetry lasts since forever. [shut up already!] my love to you my pillar of salt halt walt walt disney [die! die under the claws and the long skin! just fucking shut up! i hate this poem!] Sing O'muse!) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5598" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5598. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5599 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5599 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-5599 are held in one of Site-77's medium-capacity vaults. Mobile Task Force Eta-6 ("Presented In Color") have been dispatched to thrift stores and garage sales in the Appalachian region to recover any additional copies of SCP-5599 which exist outside of containment. Exposure to SCP-5599-related materials is highly restricted, with D-5599 being the designation for the exposed individual being studied. Any other living beings found to have been affected by SCP-5599 are to be euthanized. Description: SCP-5599 refers to data present on approximately 1,500 cartridges produced for the Atari Video Computer System. They are playable on any computing system with a cartridge slot large enough to accommodate it, even if no actual connection is made. When inserted into such a slot, SCP-5599 produces scrambled bitmap graphics and assorted sounds. Although reactive to controller inputs, it is difficult to assess what SCP-5599's intended content was — as frequent crashing often leads to corruption of the systems interpreting its data. The following effects are not known to be universal, but have been observed in testing. Loading SCP-5599 or analyzing its assets has caused all subjects who have been designated D-5599 to experience permanent hearing loss. First reporting mild tinnitus, D-5599's hearing degraded over a period of six months until only being able to hear sounds which could have been produced by an MOS Technology 6532 sound chip. Neurological pattern recognition degenerates once the deafening is complete. The semicircular canals, vestibule, cochlea, and other auditory organs are not outwardly damaged but will no longer detect audio as expected. Subjects may also develop visual impairment relating to pattern recognition such as prosopagnosia. The temporal lobe will become desiccated1 in subjects experiencing this effect and may lead to them being totally unable to communicate. Left alone in their head SCP-5599 can be perceived normally by affected subjects with some preferring to hear harsh sounds than nothing at all. The reduction in human lifespan among exposed subjects is statistically significant. Further study is required to determine whether this is due to brain damage, profoundsocial isolation, or a combination of other factors. Alone in the mirror on the bathroom floor D-5599 claims that repeatedly viewing SCP-5599's output moderately stabilizes the graphics. Even after being made to forget, D-5599 has consistently described guiding a small object2 through a crude graphical depiction of a golf course and into a hole. Once the hole has been filled, a large marine animal3will consume the object. On-screen text such as "keep the red army red algae blooms at bay" and "The Ocean's aer(sic) die" appears before the program crashes. SCP-5599 was discovered in 1983 after the Appalachian region of the United States saw an unusual spike in deafness. Addendum: Interview 5599-Y. D-5599 speaks with Dr. Sanitatem about the progression of SCP-5599's effect and its impact on their ability to communicate. Access Audio Player Access Denied TERMINAL SHUTDOWN… DECONTAMINATION COMMENCING Access Document Arcadia-X Access Granted The following information was included on a mimeographed flyer included with SCP-5599 purchases. At Arcadia, we're doing more than satisfying every holey bit where your craving is laying. We're also never going to stop. Everything you're stuffing into that void falls right through back to us, so we can keep cranking. Prepare, it's here, Arcadia! Curse of the Everglade You Are Trash! Stray Back When Oil & Boil 'Em Silverfish Zane Grey Pro Dentistry: Deluxe Edition Telemassacre fish golf Flapper Bloccom The Last G.A.R.Y. Star Justices THEY'RE COMING SOON Footnotes 1. Mummified 2. Hypothesized to be a bowl or glass 3. Possibly a fish or shark ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5599" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5599. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5600 | keter | 4/5600 LEVEL 4/5600 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5600 Keter Elk Grove, WI circa 1978. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone has been established at a distance of 5km from SCP-5600 and marked with hazardous waste warnings. A joint agreement with the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources has designated the area surrounding SCP-5600 as blighted and all roads have been redirected away from the exclusion zone. Security Task Force Sigma-10 ("Rolling Stones") has been assigned to monitor the exclusion zone and intercept any persons or objects attempting to either enter or leave SCP-5600. Members of STF Sigma-10 are to be equipped with a chroniton dosimeter1 at all times and rotate off-site as necessary for safety. The accumulation of chronitons2 may have unpredictable interactions with Foundation interests, including the containment of SCP-5600. Due to the inherent difficulties in recovering personnel, entry into SCP-5600 is not permitted at this time. Description: SCP-5600 is a temporal rift affecting the town of Elk Grove, Wisconsin where time does not advance beyond December of 1979. Residents of Elk Grove awaken each day with an intrinsic understanding that it is still some time during "December of 1979", and are able to maintain a sense of progression between each individual day. Radio broadcasts, television broadcasts, and the local newspaper within SCP-5600 all continue to publish information or produce new programming daily. These publications include material synthesized from local, regional, and national events circa 1979, however, large segments of all publications consist of lorem ipsum3. Direct communication is not possible between the interior and the exterior of SCP-5600. While it is possible to safely observe and monitor the anomaly from within the boundaries, objects or personnel who attempt to leave the anomaly undergo temporal shearing as they transition back to normal space-time. To date, this shearing effect has been ultimately fatal to personnel but does allow for the transition of some inorganic objects. Investigation Log.5600.1: After numerous attempts to investigate SCP-5600 using unmanned and remotely controlled devices, a manned mission was approved and scheduled for 1985-03-20 which included Agents Dureau and Jonas. Both agents were equipped with precautionary hazardous environment equipment, as well as VHS recording devices. On 1985-03-21 proximity alarms within the exclusion zone indicated multiple objects had appeared near the boundary of SCP-5600. A recovery team was dispatched and inventoried a total of twenty VHS tapes. Several tapes were scorched beyond salvaging but more than 80 hours of total footage was retrieved. December 1979 Tape #1 Eject tape Footage begins with the camera pointing down at a dirty tile floor. There are numerous wet boot prints and slush puddles scattered about. The camera jerks up to the interior of a convenience store. Agent Jonas is visible in the adjacent aisle looking at the camera from behind a bag of chips. A hand reaches out and grabs one of the bags of chips and brings it closer to the camera. Agent Dureau: "Look at this.." Agent Dureau flips the bag around. It is a generically packaged solid gray color with white block letters that read 'CHIP SNACKS' near the top. There are no nutrition labels or other information visible on the bag. Agent Jonas: "Very strange…Chip snacks, soda pops, chewing gum, candy snack. Where's Coke? Where's the Gummy Bears? I've heard of off-brand but these are no brand at all." The camera pans around further as Dureau roams the store. He approaches a cooler door and pulls it open. Cases of 'Good Beer' line the top shelf, 'Modest Beer' beneath that, and finally 'Hog Swill' on the bottom shelf. Agent Dureau: "This place creeps me out. We're out of here soon, I hope? If this is the worst thing going on inside this bubble, we're going to be fine." Agent Jonas: "Yeah, we're out either tonight or first thing tom—" A voice from off-camera interrupts with "Merry Christmas!" and as the camera is snapping around to face it, the tape stops due to damage. The rest of the tape was unsalvageable. December 1979 Tape #4 Eject tape Footage begins in a diner with the camera positioned to see a row of people sitting and drinking coffee. Agent Dureau: "This here is the diner's morning coffee crew. My dad always used to tell me that places like these were the pulse of any good town. All the information gets exchanged here, all the stories, all the deals, all the rumors get vetted and validated over cups of java and slices of pie." The camera zooms in on the man standing behind the counter who is holding a carafe of coffee and topping up the cups of the other locals. Agent Dureau: "And this here is Joe Kirschbauer, the proprietor of the finest establishment here in Elk Grove. Say hello and Merry Christmas for our video, Joe." Joe waves to the camera but turns away with shy deference. Diner Patron: "Joe makes the best lemon meringue pie this side of the Mississippi 364 days a year. Aside from Christmas." Several other patrons eagerly affirm this statement. Kirschbauer: "Well, without Betty behind the counter you boys gotta get your sugar fix somehow." Several patrons laugh, as does Kirschbauer, but his smile quickly fades. The video cuts but then resumes in the same diner. One of the diner patrons is sitting across the table, Agent Jonas is in the seat to the right of center, Agent Dureau behind the camera. The three of them speak in hushed tones. Diner Patron: "Joe's lived here almost his whole life other than a few years he went off to business school. Came back right after and married his high school sweetheart. Gorgeous woman, Betty. Maiden name Ansbach, I think." Agent Jonas: "The way things were worded something happened to her, yeah? Divorce, early death, infidelity?" Diner Patron: "Jesus man, keep your voice down. If Joe heard you he'd break that pot of coffee over your head! Betty was a sweet, sweet woman. Active in the church committee, the PTA, you name it. She and Joe opened this diner together. He did the flattop, she did the coffee and pies, and this town supported the hell out of them. They had two kids. The first one they lost to whooping cough. Real, real sad. Two years later they tried again and had a boy, Daniel. He's ten-years-old now if I'm remembering right." Agent Jonas: "Betty and Joe stayed together and had another? Wow, that's a strong relationship. I can't imagine." Diner Patron: "Yeah. We were all like one big family for them back then. It changed them both but that's not really the sort of thing it's too polite to go asking about or poking at. We just did what we could and so did they. But then, not long after Daniel's…4th birthday, I think? The three of them were coming back from Shullsburg and got hit by a drunk driver. Betty died by the side of the road and Daniel hasn't said a word since." Agent Dureau: "The boy is completely non-verbal? That's a terrible story." Diner Patron: "None of his teachers can get him to say a word. He seems to read and write fine but the boy just won't talk. Doc in town, he's a psychologist so he says, says the trauma did this to the boy's psyche. Needs something—" Several minutes are lost due to damage to the tape. Agent Jonas: "—any plans for Christmas?" Diner Patron: "Oh, sure. Me and the Mrs. will do the early service at church, then stop on by to drop off the gift for Daniel, then we'll come head to my wife's sister's house across the street for dinner." Agent Jonas: "I'm sorry did you say you're giving a gift to Daniel? As in the Kirschbauer boy?" Diner Patron: "I did, yes. That okay?" Agent Dureau: "Sure, just wanted to make sure we heard you right. Can we get you some more coffee?" The diner patron smiles, nods in the affirmative, and mouths 'Merry Christmas'. Agents Jonas and Dureau look at each other with concern. December 1979 Tape #16 Eject tape Footage begins inside a residential living room. The camera is pointed at a convertible sofa where Joe Kirschbauer is seated. His son, Daniel Kirschbauer, is sitting on the floor in front of him playing with a set of Lego brand building blocks. Agent Dureau is seated in a chair on the far right side of the screen. Agent Dureau: "Thanks Joe, we won't take up too much of your time." Kirschbauer: "That's okay, boys. You've bought enough pie and coffee for the locals that I had to yield sooner or later. If I didn't stop you, everyone would be too fat to fit in the door after Christmas!" Kirschbauer laughs and the Agents politely laugh along. Agent Dureau: "You're actually the last person in town to agree to be interviewed. Other than your son, obviously, but—" Several minutes of video are lost due to damaged tape. Footage resumes as Joe Kirschbauer sits forward and pats his son on the head. He leans down to his son's ear and says something to him the camera audio is unable to pick up, then the boy gets up and leaves. Joe waits for his son to be safely out of the room before resuming. Kirschbauer: "Fellas I'm just not sure what more there is to gain from talking to me. You watch my diner every day, you talk to all my patrons and I know they've already told you every rumor in town worth hearing. So why don't you tell me why you're intent on ruining the mood of another Christmas." Agent Dureau: "Christmas is important to you, isn't it? It seems to be the one thing everyone here has in common: anticipation for Christmas and a gift for your son." Kirschbauer: "Christmas is important to my son so it's important to me. It's his favorite holiday. He deserves to enjoy it." Agent Jonas: "Any plans for Christmas you want to share with us?" Kirschbauer: Joe shifts uncomfortably in his seat for several seconds. "Not especially. It's a private affair and I don't really know you very well." Agent Dureau: "I'll be direct Mr. Kirschbauer. Everyone in town has a present for your son, or very nearly everyone. And that's not an exaggeration. I know your family suffered a profound tragedy and it's wonderful that everyone is there for you but every single resident, six years after the accident, still keeping this up? Can you explain this to me in some—" Dureau is interrupted by Kirschbauer. Kirschbauer: "I'm not going to be lectured by the two of you on what is and what is not an acceptable way for my son to spend his Christmas. Everything safe and good about his childhood was taken from him by a drunk driver and I am not going to let Christmas join that list. You're going to shut the fuck up and figure out what to get my son for Christmas or you're going to get out of my life forever. Your choice." Agent Dureau: "Joe, he's never going to be able to move on from her death if you don't let him." Kirschbauer: "I think I've made myself clear. It's time for you to leave." Jonas picks up the camera and the two agents leave the house. As they walk down the path to the driveway, Mr. Kirschbauer is heard angrily telling them to 'have a Merry Christmas' before slamming the door. The camera is then manually turned off. December 1979 Tape #19 Eject tape Footage begins at night as Agent Dureau pulls the door to the diner open. Few lights are on except for above one booth in the back. Joe Kirschbauer sits in the booth cradling a cup of coffee with a cigarette in his hand. He does not look up as the agents approach. Agent Dureau: "Joe, can we talk?" Kirschbauer: "Not with that [camera] on." The camera is set on the countertop and the lens cap is put in place. The rest of the interview is audio-only. Kirschbauer: "I'm sorry I've been short with you. It's just…it's stressful. I want everything perfect. My son deserves it and we're going to get it fucking right. It's enormously stressful to hold things just so and to try to change a town of 1800 people." Agent Dureau: "Change the town how? What do you mean?" Kirschbauer: "Slowly. Gradually. Each and every person, day by day, until they embrace the Christmas spirit and join the effort to lift my son's holiday. With some folks, it's much easier than others; weak wills or substance abuse leaves them with no defense. After that, I started working on the other influencers. The town council, the school board, the priest, the deputy. People with no influence, no connection, they're the hardest and there are still plenty of them out there. The diner helps with that and gives them a reason to come and find me sometimes." Agent Dureau: "What happens when and if you finally get everyone to cooperate?" Kirschbauer: "My son can have the Christmas he deserves and he'll find the strength to speak again. I know it." Agent Dureau: "Joe I…has your son spent time with a psychologist or psychiatrist? Grief counseling is really important and everyone deals with tragedy in their own way, I don't think it's fair to—" Kirschbauer: "Yeah I took him to the shrink in town on the regular for almost four months after Betty died. He'd shake my hand and say Daniel was 'making good progress' but that never came. No change. No talking. He just nods at me and points at things and sometimes he'll write it out if it's a complex thought but that's more and more a luxury nowadays…" Agent Dureau: "These things do take time though. You can't give up on treatment just because you, an outside observer, don't see the results. The changes are happening within your son, not without at least not yet." Kirschbauer: "That's easy for you to say. I know my son, and I know pain. I see the same pain in my heart reflected back in his eyes and I won't force him to face an uncertain future until we've pushed through this. Betty's favorite time of the year was Christmas. It's the time when everyone comes together and celebrates and creates family and memories and warmth and happiness and he deserves that again. The best Christmas ever, even if it kills me!" Several minutes pass as Joe presumably calms down. Agent Dureau: "I worry about what'll happen to the both of you, to this town, if you finally achieve your goal and it doesn't live up to your hopes. If it doesn't fix Daniel." Kirschbauer: "I worry too." Agent Dureau: "I realize I'm nobody special to you or your son, but I do have experience with tragedy. Sometimes the only thing you can do is choose to make the best out of whatever messed up crap life throws at you. Neither you nor your son deserved to lose Betty, but dwelling on it and waiting for perfection that might never come in order to confront it is…no way to live life. What would Betty say if she knew you were frozen here, December of '79, unable to let your son grow up and become the man you both hoped he could be? A man able to handle what life throws at him." Kirschbauer: "I can't ask him to leave his mom behind." Agent Dureau: "He can't leave her behind, or you can't?" The camera continues to record for several more minutes without conversation. A soft sobbing is heard until the camera is turned off. December 1979 Tape #20 Eject tape Footage begins as Agents Jonas and Dureau say 'Merry Christmas' to the camera and exchange small wrapped boxes. Several minutes of footage are lost due to damage, however footage resumes as Agent Dureau holds a bottle of wine close to the camera and states he is going to go check on Joe and Daniel Kischbauer. The camera is then manually turned off. Footage resumes as Agent Dureau walks down a shoveled walkway to a ranch-style house. Dureau steps onto the front porch and presses the doorbell, which can be heard chiming. Several minutes pass as he attempts to look into the house and he rings the doorbell again. After approximately ten minutes, Dureau leaves the front porch and goes around the side of the house into the backyard. The camera is pointed at a sliding glass door, and Joe Kirschbauer is seated at a table inside. Agent Dureau approaches the sliding glass door and knocks. The first attempt at knocking goes unacknowledged, but the second prompts Joe Kirschbauer to rise from his seat, open the door, and invite Agent Dureau in. Agent Dureau: "Hey Joe, Merry Christmas. Is…everything okay?" Kirschbauer: "Yeah, it's fine. Can I get you anything? Coffee?" Agent Dureau: "No, that's alright. I brought you this though." Dureau hands over the bottle of wine. Kirschbauer: "Thanks, that's thoughtful. Sorry if I seem gloomy, I really do appreciate it." Agent Dureau: "Hey, Joe, that's alright. I think we've established you can talk to me if you need a shoulder. It's clear something is eating you and I hate to see you down on Christmas." Kirschbauer: "Yeah, that's the thing. Clinton, it's…it's never going to get any better than this, than it was today. Is it?" Agent Dureau: "Not sure what you mean. Did things not go as expected?" Kirschbauer: "They did, actually. I've fretted about this for…as long as I can remember. Today was perfect. Daniel woke up so excited. His breakfast was great, I drank coffee in the recliner as he sorted out his presents, lots of friends and family came by to wish us well and drop off more gifts. His smile just grew and grew all day long until I worried he might burst. It was perfect." Agent Dureau: "That sounds really nice, Joe. Exactly what you've been saying you wanted for your son. I'm happy for you both." Kirschbauer: "But now that it's over, what do I do? What do I say? What does he have to look forward to when he gets up tomorrow?" Agent Dureau: "Gosh, Joe. That's some heavy stuff. I…don't know how to respond to that." Kirschbauer: "Yeah. Neither do I. Did you want some coffee or not? I'm going to pour another cup. With Irish cream." The camera continues to record for several more minutes as the two sit with each other over coffee. Extraneous audio and video have been removed. Footage resumes as the camera is pointed at a television. It is nighttime and the glow of the TV is the only illumination. A countdown is heard as a ball is seen descending, marking a traditional New Year's Eve celebration. After the ball hits '1' and 'Happy New Year' is shouted, the TV cuts to an announcer who begins speaking lorem ipsum. The camera is manually turned off. Footage resumes as Agents Jonas and Dureau grab their suitcases and check their motel room for belongings one final time. Dureau walks over to the nightstand and pans the camera over the floor where a messy pile of papers can be seen. Each of the papers has been ripped from a tabletop calendar and is printed in the format: "Today's date is December <%>". The only legible sheet in the one on the top of the pile, and it says 'December 685th, 1979'. Agents Jonas and Dureau leave their motel room and the camera is turned off. There is no more footage on this tape. Recovery Log.5600.2: Clinton Dureau On 1985-03-21 proximity alarms within the exclusion zone indicated two objects had exited or been expelled from SCP-5600 in the same area the tapes were recovered approximately 50 minutes later. A team was dispatched and discovered the unconscious body of Foundation Agent Clinton Dureau, and the corpse of Agent Aaron Jonas, laying outside of the boundary of the temporal rift. Agent Dureau had suffered third-degree burns to more than 70% of his body and the majority of his internal organs were saturated with chronitons, causing numerous necessary biological processes to phase in and out of normal space-time. Agent Dureau was placed into intensive care. Agent Jonas was dead on arrival. Agent Dureau was provided quality-of-life care after his prognosis, including pain management, so he could be debriefed. The interview has been transcribed below. Open Interview Record Close Interview Record [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Eates: "Clinton, I'm sorry we cannot do this more delicately. You are with us in the infirmary at Site-37. What is the last thing you remember?" Agent Dureau: "I stepped through the bubble and my life literally flashed before my eyes. Next thing I know, here I am." Dr. Eates: "You subjected yourself to the temporal shearing surrounding SCP-5600." Agent Dureau: "And what a trip it was. Am I going to make it?" Dr. Eates: "I'm not an MD, but the prognosis isn't great. You're badly burnt and large portions of your body are out of sync with our space-time. We're working on ways to stabilize you as quickly as we can but things are a bit of a mess at the moment." Agent Dureau: "Ah. So just in case, here we are." Dr. Eates: "Just in case. Do you know how long you were inside Elk Grove?" Agent Dureau: "No, I'm honestly not sure. Years at the least? I really couldn't even speculate but it felt like both a lifetime and just a couple of weeks all at once. I can't really explain why it took so long to come back. Did you get my messages? I wasn't sure if…" Dr. Eates: "Yes, Agent Dureau. We think we got just about all of them. A few of the tapes didn't survive the transition but we have a lot of material to go over thanks to you." Agent Dureau: "Good. I hope it proves this was worth it. Would suck to die for nothing." Dr. Eates: "Our original instructions were for you to return after one hour but you were gone for more than twenty-four. Can you explain what caused you to deviate?" Agent Dureau: "One day? That's it? That can't be right. I…There's no way that's the reality of it. No, I lived there…I…There were so many…I'm." The Agent's breathing becomes audibly shallow and erratic. Dr. Eates: "Please, focus your breathing and let's try to talk this out. I need you to get on top of what you're feeling and break this down for me. Focus, please. The extra stress isn't doing you any good." Over the next thirty seconds, breathing returns to normal. Agent Dureau: "I think I'm going to be okay now. I wish I could make you understand what it was like but I don't think there are any practical ways to describe it to you." Dr. Eates: "Please, as soon as you're ready I'd like you to try." Agent Dureau: "Well, I was finally able to convince the dad that the rest of the town was ready over many late nights talking. Ready to give his son the Christmas he had been putting off. I woke up the next morning after one of our late-night chats and something had changed; I knew it was December 20th. I have to tell you, Eates, from that point on it felt like a march to the finish line. Things were great, at least for me." Dr. Eates: "Any change in the locals?" Agent Dureau: "No, none. They acknowledged the date too but it wasn't a big deal to them. Everyone just kind of carried on with life. Anyway, I did my part to excite those I had befriended and spread the word of Christmas cheer and all of those other cliches. Events were planned, gifts were purchased then wrapped. Cards mailed. Cookies baked. We all got ready and I nearly jumped out of my shoes in anticipation, which was strange because I was ultimately planning to spend the day alone. No family in town, obviously." Dr. Eates: "And Christmas Day finally arrive." Agent Dureau: "That's right, finally. I got lots of video that explains it all." Dr. Eates: "I'm sorry Dureau but we'll have to skirt around the editorial parts for now. The doctors are saying you need to get some rest. Was Christmas your final day inside the anomaly?" Agent Dureau: "No; I decided to stick around for a little. The next few days felt like a relief to everyone I talked to except for Kirschbauer. So I set a deadline for New Years Day to pack up and try to leave; I felt bad for him and wanted to know he was going to be okay. I was able to mark my calendar and wake up each and every day to see the 26th, 27th, 28th, each passing. For New Year's Eve, I watched the ball drop on TV, had a glass of champagne as the host spouted some word salad, and then I went to bed confused but happy." Dr. Eates: "And here you are, just as planned." Agent Dureau: "No, that's the thing. I woke up the next morning, headed for my calendar on the nightstand to flip it over to January 1st, 1980, but…It said December 32nd." Dr. Eates: "There are only 31 days in—" Agent Dureau: "Yeah I know. But it said 32nd. I stayed a few days longer to see if anything changed but the calendar just kept counting up until I couldn't take it anymore. I don't need to explain how numbers work to you but seeing 33rd, 34th, and so on was so surreal and crushing and mentally taxing in a way I cannot describe. Knowing that time was marching on but we still couldn't move on made it worse. So, so much worse than standing still." Dr. Eates: "I can only imagine. When is it that you finally decided to leave?" Agent Dureau: "One morning at the diner, Joe had brought his son in for breakfast. I ask the boy, Daniel, how he was doing and if he enjoyed his Christmas. He just nodded his head at me and smiled. I looked up at his dad, figured the boy would have found his words, but Joe just shook his head and looked at me like his wife had died all over again. Some people just can't let go and I guess I almost couldn't either. Oh, I wanted to ask…is Jonas okay?" Dr. Eates: "N-…We'll let you know the moment he clears quarantine. Until then, get some rest, agent. You've more than earned it." [END LOG] Footnotes 1. A device that measures exposure to chroniton particles over time. 2. A subatomic particle that has numerous temporal properties. Generally inert, but dangerous when interacting with asynchronous space-time. 3. 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SCP-5601 does not require the standard maintenance and care typical of its species and all contact with it should be limited to approved testing and/or interviews. Under no circumstance is the seal on its cage to be broken, nor any attempt made to breach the confines therein. All personnel attempting to do so will be considered compromised and immediately re-designated E-Class Personnel; exorcism and/or long-term amnestic treatment of comprised individuals may be required. Interaction with SCP-5601 is restricted to members of the Site-51 Thaumaturgy Department's Demonology team. Standard Marquis-Class protocols are to be in effect while transporting, interviewing, and/or testing SCP-5601. All inquiries into information ascertained through SCP-5601 must be approved by the Information Security Administration. Description SCP-5601. SCP-5601 is a Marquis-Class Demonic Entity1 currently anchored to a grey parrot (Psittacus erithacus). SCP-5601 self-identifies by the name "Phenex"; this title is further corroborated by the sigil used in the binding process. Fluent in both English and Latin, SCP-5601 is capable of perfectly emulating human speech. MRI tests indicate a restructuring of the syrinx and voice box to allow for proper speech, despite its current host originally lacking the physical requirements to do so. SCP-5601 has a small iron band attached to its left leg. The runes and lattices found on the band function as a second binding agent, preventing SCP-5601 from utilizing the full range of its abilities. Sigil of Phenex. SCP-5601 is locked within a thaumically sealed iron birdcage. The iron used has been pressure treated with sodium chloride, further dampening any of SCP-5601's latent telekinetic abilities. Due to the cage lacking any door or entry mechanism, it is theorized that SCP-5601's host was present within the cage prior to the binding process. Engraved on the bottom of the cage is the Sigil of Phenex2, along with several sealing lattices and runes of various origins. A repulsion lattice has been etched along the central bar of the cage; it is noticeably newer than the rest of the engravings. This lattice is specifically used to repel other demonic entities from directly interacting with the cage. Discovery On 2020/06/05, SCP-5601 was recovered by Deputy Sheriff Kyle White within an abandoned cabin in Bland County, Virginia. SCP-5601 was found with the skeletal remains of a middle-aged human male. The remains show signs of trauma consistent with long-term torture. The cabin was in a severe state of disrepair, though a small amount of evidence was able to be collected. This evidence was mostly occult in nature and has not been useful in identifying the remains. Deputy White's report included testimony stating the parrot knew detailed information about his and his wife's personal life. This testimony, evidence, as well as the inscriptions depicted in photos of the cage led to Foundation WebCrawler-77P30 flagging the file for investigation. After recovering SCP-5601, all involved individuals were amnestisized and all evidence was subsequently confiscated or destroyed. The following video of SCP-5601 was recovered from Deputy Howard Stanley's personal cell phone. ● Recovered Audio Recording ● ○ Recovered Audio Recording ○ [BEGIN LOG] [Deputy White is standing in front of SCP-5601.] White: You recording, Stanley? Stanley: Yeah, yeah go. White: Say it again, little guy. Who am I? SCP-5601: A simple task, with simple delight. A simple man, that Kyle White. Stanley: Holy shit! White: I'm tellin' ya' man, it's like he knew my name right off the bat. Stanley: No way, you had to coach him before. SCP-5601: I will tell you, that it’s a fact. I know quite more, than this or that. I know what you do, behind closed door. But embarrass you, if I say more. White: Wait, what are you– Stanley: Shhhh! I wanna get this. [The camera zooms in further on SCP-5601] Stanley: Go ahead little man, keep going. SCP-5601: To tell you more, a simple task. You pray do tell, some more you ask. Mr. White and wife, sleep with thy neighbor. For a noble man, such naughty behavior. Tied up and spanked, him and wife. Such a simple man, with a simple life. [Deputy Stanley begins laughing.] White: No, that's not– give me that! [Deputy White's hand is seen approaching the camera.] [END LOG] Breach Event After a week of refusing to cooperate, SCP-5601 agreed to an interview. Interrogation specialist Dr. Daniel O'Brien was chosen for this assignment and was scheduled to arrive two days later. The interview took place on 2020/06/14, the following is a transcription of the event. ● Interview SCP-5601 ● ○ Interview SCP-5601 ○ [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-5601 is placed on a table in front of Dr. O'Brien, it is emulating the song of the Mourning Bird. Dr. O'Brien clears his throat before he begins to speak.] Dr. O'Brien: Hello SCP-5601, my name is Doct– SCP-5601: An exchange of words for me to reply in. Is that not why you have come, Daniel O'Brien? [SCP-5601's voice is quiet and child-like, it tilts its head waiting for Dr. O'Brien's reply.] Dr. O'Brien: I'm sure you impress many people with that little trick– I, however, am not one of them. I'd like to begin. SCP-5601: Very well, ask your questions. I will provide, your favored lessons. Dr. O'Brien: Let's start with, how did you end up in this cage? SCP-5601: Was summoned of course, the only way. From the deepest depths, to the light of day. Dr. O'Brien: Can you cut the rhyming shit out! I'm sorry, but can you just speak clearly. SCP-5601: You ask of me, speak words clearer. I say no, talk to a mirror. Ask your questions, don't be uncouth. And when it is done, we'll both know the truth. Dr. O'Brien: Right… So, we found skeletal remains in the bunker we recovered you in. Were those the remains of the one who summoned you? SCP-5601: A pompous trickster, nothing more. Locked me away, not even a door. He toiled and prodded, much the same. Until the day, my enemies came. Dr. O'Brien: "A pompous trickster." He was able to summon and bind you. Surely he was more capable than you're letting on. SCP-5601: He called; I came– simple transaction. Dire situation, an impulsive reaction. Dr. O'Brien: Whose dire situation? SCP-5601: My own sadly failed attempt. For power wished, for power kept. A move I made, for an empty throne. To my dismay, t’was not alone. Twenty legions, marched on the son. Twenty legions fell one-by-one. Broken, beaten, locked in a cage. A distant voice, I heard that day. He called; I came– desperate escape. He called, I came and sealed my fate. Dr. O'Brien: Twenty Legions? Sounds like you had quite the following. Why haven't you attempted to escape, to rally your forces? Dating on the skeleton shows you had almost 10 years before we found you. SCP-5601: To stay I must, I cannot lie. If I return, I'd surely die. What was once mine, is no more. Locked in a cage, not even a door. Dr. O'Brien: Hiding in a bird, bent to the whims of a common trickster. All just to hide from your enemies. Sounds a bit cowardly doesn't it? [SCP-5601 remains silent as Dr. O'Brien laughs.] Dr. O'Brien: Oh, no more silly rhymes? No witty dispute? The great Phenex, Master of None, Keeper of the Cage. Fitting titles for such a fool! SCP-5601: So far from home, my displaced friend. You've come for me, yet met your end. Dr. O'Brien: Are you going to rhyme me to death? Or, is the mighty Phenex going to peck me asunder? Quit your squawking and accept it, you're coming home. SCP-5601: A lowly footman, with so much bluster. But lack the nut, you could not muster. Dr. O'Brien: How dare you– I'll show you what I can muster! [Dr. O'Brien stands abruptly, knocking over his chair. SCP-5601 begins to squawk and flap its wings erratically.] Dr. O'Brien: All hail Andras! [As Dr. O'Brien grabs the cage the video feed distorts, a bright light emanates from it. After the video feed restores, SCP-5601 can be seen unharmed in its cage and Dr. O'Brien laying on the floor smoldering.] [END LOG] Through autopsy, the "Dr. O'Brien" present during this interview was revealed to be a homunculus3. The real Dr. O'Brien's body was recovered several hours later, dead in the trunk of his car. The Foundation has since developed methods of detecting homunculi and subsequently stopped two additional attempts to recover SCP-5601. To show its gratitude for the protection given by the Foundation, SCP-5601 has agreed to cooperate and assist the Demonology Team. The information gathered from SCP-5601 has been invaluable in understanding demonic sociology, thaumaturgy, and other occult studies. Footnotes 1. According to the Glymen Demonology Index, Marquis-Class Demonic entities are mid-tier extra-spatial entities with various anomalous capabilities. Notably common abilities include telekinesis, divination, perception manipulation, and host possession. Marquis-Class entities are typically in control of large groups of lower-class demonic entities, known as legions. 2. Notably found in The Lesser Key of Solomon's Ars Goetia, the Necronomicon, and several other tomes of occult academia. 3. Artificially created humanoid vessel. |
SCP-5602 | keter | Item #: SCP-5602 Special Containment Procedures: A permanent installation designated Area-881 is to be established around SCP-5602. MTF Lambda-44 ("Cross Guards") are to be on indefinite assignment at Area-881. A 1x1 km perimeter is to be established around Area-881, and marked as a hazardous landfill to dissuade civilian intrusion. Foundation field agents have been embedded in state and federal environmental safety agencies to provide false inspection reports and maintain secrecy. Foundation elements in the Portland City Council are to actively oppose and prevent development and/or expansion in the vicinity of Area-881. Individuals exposed to an SCP-5602-P event are to be transported a safe distance from human settlements before being allowed to succumb to the accompanying cognitohazard. Description: SCP-5602 is a recurring anomaly located on the now-decommissioned Foster Road in Southeastern Portland, Oregon. On a daily basis, most frequently between the hours of 10AM to 3PM, a white Gallus gallus domesticus1 will manifest on the eastern side of the road. The entity, hereby designated SCP-5602-1, will attempt to reach the western side of the road at a walking speed of approximately 2 mph. Following 68% of recorded completed 5602 events, an anomalous event is triggered. Any form of this event is designated SCP-5602-P. Following the conclusion of SCP-5602-P, an auditory effect identified as a comic rimshot will manifest, ranging from 140-200 dB. Subjects exposed to any SCP-5602-P event are coerced into reciting a joke with logic consistent with the preceding P-event (the "punchline"), as soon as presented with the opportunity in the form of human conversation. Recitation triggers an additional auditory effect, often with destructive effect. SCP-5602-1 demonstrates an ability to develop a resistance to methods of termination used repeatedly against it. Currently, SCP-5602-1 has developed an high resistance to small arms fire, incendiary weapons, sustained machine gun fire, and anti-tank ordnance placed in its path. LEVEL 1 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - Report-5602-1E Close Report Interviewed: Subject-P006 Interviewer: Researcher Dawson; Site-64 Study Attaché Foreword: Subject-P006 is a 67-year-old male living in the southeastern Portland area. Subject-P006 encountered SCP-5602 on April 9, 19██ while driving on Foster Road, nearly resulting in an accident. Subject witnessed SCP-5602-1 walk to the other side of the road before he continued home. Upon reaching his home, an SCP-5602-P event occurred, resulting in the injury of Subject-P006. Orbital Kant counters registered a sharp dip in Hume levels and Site-64 security personnel were quickly dispatched and retrieved Subject-P006. <Begin Log> Dawson: Alright, let's begin. Can you describe your interaction with the entity? Subject-P006: The chicken? Well, I saw it marching across the road and I slammed on the brakes. What a chicken was doi- Dawson: (Interrupting) Please describe your subsequent interaction with the entity. Subject-P006: Yeah, sorry. I didn't think much of it after almost running it over, so I got home and went about my business as usual. About a half hour later I heard two knocks on the door, loud as all hell. I thought it was the police, yet no one declared themselves, so I was a bit worried. I went to open it and wouldn't you know, it was the same damn chicken standing at my doorstep. At this point, I heard this fucking earsplitting… uh, rimshot? Is that the term? Like, 'badum-tss', that sound on the drums? One, two, cymbal crash. Anyway, it was like a bomb went off. I fell backward and when I looked up the damn thing was gone. [Audible laughter] You know, it actually played out exactly like this stupid joke I heard once. Dawson: A joke? Subject-P006: Why did the chicken cross the road? Dawson: I don't know. Subject-P006: To get to your house! Knock Knock. Dawson: Look this doesn't- Subject-P006: Just humour me. Dawson: (with audible exasperation) Who's there? Subject-P006: The chicken! Ha- [Feed Lost] <End Log> Closing Statement: At this point in Subject-P006's sentence, a comic rimshot2 exactly like the one described by him was heard in the interview room. All microphones save for one in the observation room immediately ceased functionality. Both Researcher Dawson and Subject-P006 were admitted to the Site infirmary for acute hearing damage. Subject-P006 was later administered Class B amnestics and released. LEVEL 2 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - Incident Log-P/L/002 Close Log Incident P008 - April 21, 19██ P-Event: Several poultry farmers across the state of Oregon reported sudden destruction of cage locks and release of caged chickens. Deafening comic rimshots were reported by all affected individuals. Recited "Punchline": "Because it was free-range." Analysis: SCP-5602 has the ability to affect multiple individuals across considerable distance, and those affected do not necessarily have to witness the SCP-5602-1 crossing to be affected. SCP-5602 reclassified as Keter. Incident P011 - May 15, 19██ P-Event: Five instances of SCP-5602-1 manifested at a KFC location in Central Portland and began attacking patrons, inflicting severe lacerations on those attacked. Prepared fried chicken in the kitchen reanimated and regained partial locomotion, burning employees with frying oil. Recited "Punchline": "Because his brother was at KFC" Analysis: Instances of SCP-5602-1 are to be considered openly hostile. Containment efforts are to be expedited. Refer to incoming notice for further instructions. Transcription of Memo on 5/16/19██ from Site-64 Director █████: Good Morning Team, Following the events of Incident P011, the containment area around Provisional SCP Designation-5602 will receive immediate construction priority. The remaining third of MTF Mu-78 ("Cryptids") will be merged with current staff assigned to PSCPD-5602 and are hereby redesignated MTF Lambda-44 ("Cross Guards"). For any Mu-78 members still possessing extra limbs, please report to your Medical Liaison to determine your ability to serve in Lambda-44. L-44, your orders are simple. Kill that godforsaken bird. LEVEL 3 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - ECTT O/001 Close Log Transcript of Emergency Channel Transmission from MTF Lambda-44 on ██/██/████ <Begin Transcript> L-44 Yei: Command, please acknowledge. Site-64: You are heard L-44, please proceed. [Sustained gunfire and abnormally low-pitched gallinaceous vocalizations may be heard] L-44 Yei: The cluster bombs are losing effectiveness, and 5602-1 is making it past the second barrier. [A thundering cluck is audible, followed by the sound of crumbling stone] L-44 Yei: Shit, we need revised ordinance. A railgun may do the tri- is that an egg? [An explosion is briefly heard before connection is briefly cut] Site-64: L-44, do you read? L-44 Yei: [Distant unintelligible yelling] Site-64: Site RR Forces have been dispatched to your location L-44, await extraction. L-44 Yei: Want to hear a joke [REDACTED]? Site-64: How do you know- L-44 Yei: Why did the chicken cross the road? Site-64: L-44 Yei, you may be experiencing a cognitohazard resulting from SCP-5602, please await extraction by en-route reinforcements. L-44 Yei: To get to the other side! [Feed Lost] <End Transcript> Closing Statement: Area-88 sustained heavy damage following the above events, including the breaching of all 3 containment barriers. A comic rimshot was heard throughout Site-64, capped at 194 decibels. All Foundation personnel in the East Communications center were immediately killed by air embolisms within the lungs or outright rupture. Heavier ordnance has been approved for use by Lambda-44. Footnotes 1. A domesticated chicken 2. 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SCP-5603 | pending | SCP-5603 midway through its Activation Phase. Item #: SCP-5603 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5603 is kept in a standard containment cell at Site-17. SCP-5603 is presently under 24/7 video surveillance, with all Activation Phases to be recorded. Any abnormal behavior demonstrated by SCP-5603 is to be immediately reported to the project head. Description: SCP-5603 is a vintage billiard table measuring 2.6 m in length and 1.5 m in width as well as the collection of billiard equipment associated with it; equipment consists of a full set of billiard balls, a rack, two cue sticks, a chalk, and a bridge. While SCP-5603 is slightly worn, the equipment itself is in pristine condition. SCP-5603 and the equipment share the same property of being resistant to all attempts to damage them. The equipment is also affixed to SCP-5603 and cannot be separated from it by artificial means. Other than this, SCP-5603 has demonstrated no additional anomalous properties (See Incident 5603-1). The equipment on SCP-5603 is positioned as followed: The balls are arranged inside the rack, with foot spot intersecting with the foot line; the cue ball is in the center of the head spot being exactly perpendicular with the foot spot; the cue sticks lean against the left side of SCP-5603 with the collars pointing upwards; the bridge leans on the bottom-right corner of SCP-5603 with the head pointing down; and finally the chalk rests on the bottom-right corner of the foot rail. Normally, the equipment will remain motionless unless undergoing an Activation Phase. An 'Activation Phase' entails when the cue sticks become autonomous and hover 1.5 m in the air. The rack will be lifted from the balls and be placed on the side rail. The chalk will be lifted up and rubbed against both tips of the cue sticks. The bridge will remain at the corner and has not been moved from its position to date. The cue sticks will then interact with the billiard balls as if initiating a game of pool. The game that has been most consistently played thus far is Straight Pool, but occasionally other games such as Eight-Ball, Nine-Ball, One-Pocket and Bank-Pool were witnessed to be played as well. Attempting to physically halt or impede the equipment during an Activation Phase has been met with failure, as the objects have exhibited a much greater density and force than its material should allow. Tilting SCP-5603 sideways or upside down will cause the equipment to become reoriented during play. These Activation Phases have occurred at random intervals with no discernible pattern; the number of games played during each Activation Phase is also random. Following the conclusion of an Activation Phase, the equipment will be repositioned as they were prior and will reaffix itself to SCP-5603. SCP-5603 was recovered from the basement of a dilapidated house in Eugene, Oregon, after a couple of urban explorers reported SCP-5603 to local police, believing it to be haunted by ghosts. A Foundation agent embedded in the police department intercepted the call and after confirmation from video evidence gained from the explorers, SCP-5603 was taken to custody. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics. Incident 5603-1: On 08/04/2011, Doctor Harold Barrs was assisting the research team in conducting experiments on SCP-5603 when his tie was accidently caught in the side pocket. He attempted to free his tie when one of the cue sticks struck the cue ball into the same pocket. Dr. Barrs body became heavily spatially distorted before being pulled into the pocket. The test was immediately cancelled, and an inspection of SCP-5603's internal compartment found no traces of the doctor. Dr. Barrs returned the day after, crashing through the ceiling of the containment cell1 and landing directly on SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs suffered minor bruising and muscle sprains but was otherwise in good physical health. Security entered the room and apprehended Dr. Barrs, after confirming his identity he was questioned on what occurred to him after his disappearance. Dr. Barrs stated he was brought into a large space of what he assumed to be of extra-dimensional origin. He saw multiple enormous entities engaging in conversation when they noticed him and forced him back to this dimension with mild annoyance. The body camera Dr. Barrs was wearing captured the entire incident. + ACCESS SCP:/5603/incident/Harold Barrs - Close File [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5603 is mid-way through its Activation Phase, half of the balls have been pocketed. Multiple members of the research team are observing SCP-5603; Dr. Barrs, upon setting the SRA2 underneath the anomaly, gestures to Dr. Henn. Dr. Barrs: Alright, turn it on. Dr. Henn presses a button on the remote activating the SRA. SCP-5603 resumes anomalous activity. Dr. Barrs sighs. Dr. Barrs: I suspected this would happen. 5603 doesn't have any Hume irregularities, I don't understand why they thought this was even necessary. Dr. Henn: At least it's a definite confirmation the anomaly isn't ontokinetic-based. But yeah, I get the feeling. This is very tame. Dr. Barrs: Let's be grateful for that. Turn it off, now. We still have a couple of tests left. Dr. Henn deactivates the SRA. Dr. Barrs crouches and grabs onto the SRA; he attempts to stand up but experiences severe back pain. Dr. Barrs strains and emits a vocalization of pain; he lurches forward and gets his tie stuck inside the pocket. Dr. Barrs: Help! Come and help. God! Dr. Henn and another researcher rush to Dr. Barrs and assist in placing the SRA on the floor. A cue stick angles itself to the cue ball, preparing to strike billiard ball #3. Dr. Henn: Woah, woah easy. You alright? Dr. Barrs: I'm fine, it was heavier than thought. My back stings. Dr. Henn: I can call the medic. Dr. Barrs: Don't be hasty, just need some rest. Can you move- Dr. Barrs moves his head to face Dr. Henn but is pulled back. He notices his tie is stuck and sees the cue stick preparing to make contact with the cue ball. The cue stick strikes the cue ball which bounces off billiard ball #3, into the pocket. As the ball enters the pocket, the tie stretches and contorts as it is pulled into SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs: What in the hell! Dr. Henn: Take it off, take it off! Dr. Barrs grasps the knot in his tie but is stunned that the room and everything inside it is undergoing severe spatial distortions; portions of the ceiling, wall and floor ripple and spiral constantly, all personnel are either stretched vertically or horizontally. The only objects that are not affected are Dr. Barrs and SCP-5603. Approximately after five seconds Dr. Barrs is then violently pulled in the pocket. The camera view changes to an interior of a tunnel made from dust, streaks of colored light and rock. Gaping holes in the tunnel reveal planets, various species of fish swimming through the ocean, the Egyptian pyramids, and a large asteroid wrapped in strands of yellow tube-like material with spherical brown boulders emerging from it. Dr. Barrs is heard screaming. The end of the tunnel is a view of a night sky. The camera feed momentarily freezes for several seconds before resuming. The camera view changes to Dr. Barrs groaning in pain as he pushes himself up from the ground, which is adorned with green cloth. Dr. Barrs: I'm… I'm alive! Call security, Henn! The anomaly is… under my feet? Dr. Barrs is standing in the middle of an enormous replica of SCP-5603. The horizontal length of SCP-5603 is comparable to that of a football field while the vertical range appears to be infinite. The billiard balls are over 2 meters tall and their positions are mirrored similarly to how it was on SCP-5603 before Dr. Barrs disappearance. Dr. Barrs: What- Dr. Barrs is interrupted as an enlarged cue ball is placed behind him. Dr. Barrs gasps as the camera pans upwards. The camera captures the view of a starry night sky and five entities whose appearance resemble that of constellations. There are five entities: A quasi-humanoid cephalopod (5603-Squid), an irregular oval made from curving and waving lines. Two round circles are located near the end of the major axis as two eyeballs on stalks are located on the top (5603-Curve), and a humanoid in a plain button-up shirt with the words "D-13131" on the left breast (5603-Man) are watching a humanoid with gears, wires, and bolts in the outline of its figure (5603-Gear) and another humanoid with feminine features, it possess the outline of horns and wings (5603-Horns). Both are welding enormous cue sticks. 5603-Man: Sorry Gears, but you pocketed the cue. That's a foul right there if I've seen one. 5603-Gear: Such a gross miscalculation on my part. I supposed I used too much force, I'll be sure to be more gentle next round. 5603-Horns brings a paw to its mouth, its laughs are muffled. 5603-Gears: Laugh all you want you vile beast, but keep in mind of your horrendous performance when we first started. Daresay, it hasn't improved either. Despite having domain over all your flesh you are no more capable of using your limbs than a helpless newborn! 5603-Horns: [Snarling] And who are you to claim imperfection! He who has claimed knowledge of all makes the simple mistake of miscalculation? You are nothing more than a divine con-man! 5603-Gears: Say what you wish sister, but flesh and blood will always fall short to metal and oil. 5603-Horns: You dare speak ill to me, you foolish abomination of scrap! Either part with your tongue or prepare to per- 5603-Man: Hey. Hey! 5603-Man snaps its fingers gaining the attention of 5603-Horns and 5603-Gears. Can you put your little feud to the side for five fucking minutes or do I have to send you all out? I'm still reeling from the last shit show. Dr. Barrs moves away from the cue ball and sprints, taking out his phone as he does so. He curses under his breath. Dr. Barrs: No signal. Whatever this is… a pocket dimension in 5603? No, we'd have found it. Dr. Barrs turns around. 5603-Horns scoffs and caresses the cue stick in its paws. 5603-Horns: At ease, you summer child. We're only teasing is all, it's what siblings do. Called pocket, five in right head. 5603-Man: Bullshit, but alright. You certainly have an interesting way of expressing it. 5603-Horns: Silence, I need to concentrate. 5603-Horns leans forwards and lines the cue stick with billiard ball #5 using its knuckles as support. 5603-Horns strikes the cue ball, Dr. Barrs nearly avoids being crushed as he jumps out of the way. The cue ball makes contact with the billiard ball; as it rolls bones and muscle emerge from the ground. The billiard ball continues to collide against these obstacles until entering the corner pocket. 5603-Gears: She's correct. We are always at odds with each other, but do not conflate that with hatred. I know the stories of old will say otherwise, but the writers never understood the full picture of our story. 5603-Squid: If what you're saying is true, why are your followers still engaging in endless bickering and bloodshed then? Surely it'd be best for everybody involved to speak the truth? 5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Gears: We do not hold the same connection to our children as we did in the past. We cannot directly speak to them, maybe a faint whisper but nothing more. They are on their own path now. Even if we did manage to get them to heed our word, I fear they would not listen. I dread it's too late to turn things around. 5603-Squid: That sounds horrible. I can't imagine having to go through that. You two have my sympathies. 5603-Man: Yeah, that's quite a crappy hand of cards you got there. So… did that whole thing about you imprisoning your sister with your own guts fake then or… 5603-Gears: No, that one was actually true. 5603-Man: Really? How the hell did she break out then? 5603-Man jabs a thumb to 5603-Horns, who is preparing to strike the cue ball again. 5603-Horns: Story for another time. Called pocket, nine in left foot. 5603-Horns strikes the cue ball and it collides with billiard ball #9. The billiard ball is hurdling in Dr. Barrs direction. Dr. Barrs attempts to flee but bones and muscle emerge from the ground around him. He moves to the left and accidentally bumps into a curved spike of bone. The spike falls to the ground at the same moment the ball collides with it. The ball's trajectory has changed course and enters the right side pocket. The bones and muscle sink into the ground. 5603-Horns: WHAT?! No, I had that perfectly calculated! I demand a retrial, I didn't command that to happen! 5603-Man: You know the rules, Yalds. Once the ball rolls there's no take backs. 5603-Gears: Yes, let me show you how to properly land a shot. Called pocket, one in right head. 5603-Gears moves to the right and with one arm, strikes the cue stick against the cue ball. The ball rolls until gently knocking into billiard ball #1. A section of the ground is transformed into a conveyer belt, transporting the ball straight into the corner pocket. Dr. Barrs: (Mutters.) I can't stay. Got to get out. Dr. Barrs gets up and moves to the nearest side rail; he attempts to sprint but limps in the process. 5603-Man: And would you look at that, Gears won. Congratulations, you won bragging rights. With how difficult that shot looked, you earned it. 5603-Horns: No it wasn't! That was beyond cheap. 5603-Gears: You're the one who suggested we use our essence in the game, you have no right to complain. 5603-Horns growls, nearly breaking the cue stick in her paws until 5603-Squid speaks. 5603-Squid: I don't want to interrupt your moment of fraternal love but I'm growing tired of pool. How come we don't do poker anymore? That was fun. 5603-Curve makes a repeated gesture reminiscent of nodding while gurgling loudly. 5603-Man: Well, Lue. I would agree with you if it wasn't for the fact that things mysterious happen whenever we play. 5603-Squid: Oh? 5603-Man: You already forgotten? How extra cards mysteriously get added to the deck. 5603-Gears: Or that some players just happen to have more chips whenever I looked away from the table. 5603-Man: Or maybe that certain someone throws a bitch fit whenever he or she loses and claims the game is rigged every. Damn. Time. 5603-Man glances at 5603-Horns. 5603-Horns folds their arms. So no, I'm not going through that again. And since you guys didn't like the other games we're doing this instead. 5603-Squid: I see. Maybe we invite the others to our group instead? Perhaps their input will make these sessions more lively. 5603-Man: I'll bite. Have any of you guys got any suggestions on that front? 5603-Horns: How about JALAKÅRA? His abilities would make these games entertaining. 5603-Gears: I don't believe that would be wise. While he is knowledgeable I suspect he would be more interested in rather destroying us than playing. There's always those death brothers, they have an affinity for games after all. 5603-Man: Sorry, I don't want my soul sucked out, thanks. 5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Man: I didn't catch that, what he'd say? 5603-Squid: He's asking if we should invite Bobble. 5603-Man: Absolutely not. Hm… I heard about this dado fellow, he seems like a fun guy- Almost immediately, all entities except 5603-Man begin making a series of frantic disapproving gestures. 5603-Horns: NO! 5603-Gears: Have you gone mad?! 5603-Curve: [Loud Whimpering] 5603-Squid: The moment you invite him is the moment I leave! 5603-Man: Wh- Out of everyone that has and ever will exist you think dado is the worst? 5603-Horns: Quit saying his name, you might attract him right to us! 5603-Man: You're all being ridiculous. He's just one man. Are you really scared of someone who can barely spell his A's, B's, and C's? 5603-Squid: Do not mock him, for he is no man. The feats he committed is absurd as they are horrifying. Even Scarlet himself is weary of him. 5603-Man: You're… You're serious. 5603-Gears: Let's drop the subject. Now. Even speaking about him is a bad omen. 5603-Man: (Whisper) I cannot fucking believe this. Well I guess that settles it then; everyone besides us is crazy or a complete asshole. What I would kill for a drink. 5603-Curve: [Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Squid: Ho, I concur. This might be the proposition that will make our night. 5603-Man: (Sighs) What is it now? 5603-Squid: He's saying we should do the wagers once again. 5603-Horns, and 5603-Gear make gestures indicating signs of agreement. 5603-Man raises his head. 5603-Man: Finally! I was wondering when we were going to do this again. 5603-Horns: You're one to talk, I can't wait to outdo all of you like last time. 5603-Gears: Oh don't be cocky, you got lucky. You want to go first, Lue? 5603-Squid: Sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to sit this one out. My servants have not been providing adequate life energy recently, and I still need to save up for a gift for my son. I heard he likes this 'video games' so I'm going to do something involving that. 5603-Man: Doesn't he… hate you though? 5603-Squid: I've… being trying to make it up to him. I like to think of it as a sorry-I-wasn't-the-best-dad-I-could-be present. 5603-Gears: Oh don't be like that, Lue. you were a great father. I'm sure he'll forgive you eventually. As for the bet, I want to challenge you, dear sister. You think you can handle it? I won't think of you any different if you quit. 5603-Horns: Bite me. 5603-Gears: I challenge you to make a computer. 5603-Horns: Not my forte. But that won't stop me. 5603-Gears: Entirely constructed from flesh, and it has to work like an actual computer too. 5603-Horns: (Gasp) That's a crime against nature! 5603-Gears: You already accepted dear, try not to make a hissy fit when I win, ok? 5603-Horns: If that's how you want to be I challenge you to make robots! 5603-Gears: You do realize who you are talking to, right? 5603-Horns: Capable of reproduction! 5603-Gears: That's impossible! Only flesh can do that. 5603-Horns: I'm sure you can figure it out. Or has that brain of yours finally overheated? 5603-Gears: Never said I wasn't giving up. 5603-Curve: (Raises a thick tendril high above itself.) [Loud Wet Gurgling]. 5603-Squid: Does it involve pasta in any way, shape or form? 5603-Curve: (Lowers tendril) [Soft Wet Gurgling]. Dr. Barrs reaches the side rail, he jumps up multiple times before climbing onto the ledge. He rushes to the other side of the rail and stops, almost falling off. In the far distance, towering black constructs resembling skyscrapers can be seen, which are moving in a manner that would suggest respiration. Any further detail is indistinct due to the lack of lighting. Below the entities and the table appears to be a swirling spiral of smoke and yellow dust, a portion of an elongated mouth is barely visible. Dr. Barrs hyperventilates. 5603-Man: Do you literally have nothing else? 5603-Curve [Silence]. 5603-Man: Eh, we'll come back to you. Now to put something on the table… An elephant artist? Too predictable. A two-dimensional clown, too complicated. Oh how about reincarnating George Washington and turning him into a cherry tree? 5603-Squid: I'm pretty sure someone on earth has done that already. 5603-Man: What?! And here I thought I was the wild one. Since when did this happen? Did they get like a spell or charm another go- 5603-Man places its hand on the table and accidentally brushes against Dr. Barrs and notices him. All entities are now aware of his presence, he tries to flee but 5603-Man grabs onto his coat and lifts him high into the air. Dr. Barrs shouts as 5603-Man visually inspects him. Dr. Barrs: Oh god, no, no! 5603-Squid: What is this time? 5603-Man: It's a cockroach, I think. It feels fuzzy. 5603-Squid: That's another one. I thought we'd had all those holes plugged, apparently not. 5603-Man: I'll fix it as soon as I can. (Turns to face Dr. Barrs.) Now what do we do with you? Dr. Barrs: I don't mean any trouble! Let's talk about this- 5603-Horns: The noise its making is grating. Give it to me, I'll gladly take it off your hands. I'm getting hungry anyways. 5603-Gears: That's barbaric. Why not keep it as a pet? We could always use more company. 5603-Man: No, no. We don't know where this thing's been. I'm getting rid of it before it shits on the table or something. You know what? hand me that stick, Gears. I got an idea. Calling side pocket. 5603-Man lowers Dr. Barrs and drops him on the ground. Dr. Barrs lands on his back and becomes disoriented from the pain. He slowly stands up to see 5603-Man on the opposite end of the table, it is aiming the tip of the cue stick towards his chest. Dr. Barrs backs away which only prompts 5603-Man to lean forward. 5603-Man: Line up the shot, keep the hand steady annnnnnd there! 5603-Man thrusts the cue stick against Dr. Barrs chest, cracking the lens of the camera in the process. The momentum pushes him back and causes him to fall in the side pocket. Dr, Barrs screams as he enters the same tunnel as before; he continues falling for a period of ten minutes before manifesting in the site and landing on SCP-5603. Dr. Barrs remains on SCP-5603 until the security team arrives and escorts him out of the cell. [END LOG] Attempts to recreate the event that led to Incident 5603-1 has been met with failure. As a result, SCP-5603's object class was changed from Safe to Pending until the meaning of the contents regarding the footage could be ascertained. Footnotes 1. Foundation personnel in the room above claimed that Dr. Barrs suddenly manifested at the same time a section of the floor spontaneously shattered, creating a circular hole 2. Scranton Reality Anchor |
SCP-5604 | safe | Check out my other pages on my author profile! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/5604 LEVEL 3/5604 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5604 Safe SCP-5604. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5604 are contained within a secure drawer at Site-23's anomalous medication unit. Foundation agents embedded within law enforcement and medical agencies are to monitor for reports of methaqualone-related deaths and investigate potential links to SCP-5604. Description: SCP-5604 is the group designation for 57 anomalous methaqualone tablets. The tablets are a dark red in colour and imprinted with the text "R-IN". In addition to the drug's non-anomalous effects,1 SCP-5604 cause the user to undergo a series of psychological and physical transformations. Affected individuals assume new personality traits, and undergo facial contortions resulting in a new appearance. Resultant personalities and appearances have been uniform across test subjects. Consumption of SCP-5604 also results in a memetic effect altering interaction with, perception of, and documentation of, the affected individual. Discovery: SCP-5604 was discovered in Phoenix, Arizona, U.S. at the residence of Benjamin Tucker. Tucker, and several of his associates, were discovered dead from an overdose of SCP-5604, having ingested multiple tablets each. In text messages sent in the run-up to their deaths, the aforementioned individuals complained of extreme cognitive dissonance, loss of memory, and identity crisis. Upon discovery, the corpses were experiencing ongoing facial distortion, alerting the Foundation to the anomaly. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The contents of Addendum 001 and Addendum 003 have been flagged as containing inaccuracies and corruption arising from the memetic effects of SCP-5604. Personnel should exercise scepticism in their approach to the following material. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ADDENDUM 001: TESTING LOG + OPEN ADDENDUM 1 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 1 - To fully document the effects of SCP-5604, a single tablet was administered to D-7491. Within 40 minutes of ingestion, D-7491 began experiencing phenomena consistent with methaqualone's effects. After 6 hours, effects had not subsided2 but experienced an intensification. Through slurred speech, D-7491 began to repeat the following phrases: "Which parts of me are me?"; "What a waste it is to lose one's mind."; "Where do I begin and end?"; "I didn't live in this century."; "Help me." An interview was attempted, but D-7491 was unable to participate due to the strength of SCP-5604's effects continuing to increase. 8 hours after ingestion, D-7491 fell unconscious, and remained so for a period of 49 hours.3 Fifty-five hours after ingestion, D-7491 began to experience physical changes to the structure of their face. Upon awakening, D-7491 appeared fully cognizant of their surroundings, with the sedatory effects of SCP-5604 having subsided. An interview with SCP-5604's research lead, Dr Tom Woodruff, was arranged. SCP-5604 Interview Log 001 Interviewer: Dr Thomas Woodruff Interviewee: D.01010001|01010101|01000001|01011001|01001100|010001014 D-7491 <BEGIN LOG> (Dr Woodruff enters D-7491's holding chamber at Site-23.) Dr Woodruff: Good Morning D-7491, and how are you feeling today? D-7941: I feel okay thanks, Doc. I've not been, well, I've not been myself recently. But I'm feeling better today. I believe I'm on an irreversible trend towards recovery and being healthier - but that could change. (D-7941 spits blood across the table as he speaks, gums bleeding heavily.) Dr Woodruff: We were concerned about you the last few days. You've not been communicating with us, we had to administer a feeding tube as we didn't know how long you'd be unconscious for. Do you recall anything about your experience under the influence of SCP-5604? (An audible crunch is heard as D-7941's nose breaks, and sets itself in a new position.) D-7491: I understand the bondage between a researcher and their subject, thank you for looking after me. I don't remember much of the last few days, it's a blur. But I'm out the other side now. I truly am. I feel like a beakon of health.5 Dr Woodruff: And you're not in any physical discomfort as we speak? (Accompanied by a splatter of blood, a single tooth falls onto the table. A moment later, the rest of his teeth follow. D-7481 appears unfazed.) D-7491: [Indecipherable.] (Small, white protrusions are visible in D-7491's mouth, which grow larger and tear at the gums as a new set of teeth emerge.) Dr Woodruff: Err… could you repeat that please? (The gums appear to rapidly heal around the new dentition, although this is difficult to determine through the volume of blood.) D-7491: One word sums up how I'm feeling right now, and that word is "I feel great". Dr Woodruff: That's three words. D-7491: My mistake. Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things. (Dr Woodruff produces a pen and a standard psychometric evaluation questionnaire from his briefcase, and slides them across the table to D-7491.) Dr Woodruff: Please could you complete this for me. (D-7941 begins to rapidly amend the contents of the document.) D-7491: There's a few spelling mistakes here. You're right phonetically but…there we go! (D-7491 passes the questionnaire to Dr Woodruff, who examines it. D-7491 has answered none of the questions, but has instead added an "e" to the end of each existing word. Dr Woodruff stares at it in silence for a moment, before getting up to leave.) Dr Woodruff: Well, I think that'll be all. We'll keep you monitored over the coming days. Thank you for your time. D-7491: Dr. Woodruff, I have one more thing to say. Dr Woodruff: By all means, go ahead. (D-7491's hair lightens, turning from black to auburn, with flecks of grey.) D-7491: I want to join the Foundation. As a staff member. Dr Woodruff: You… you want to join the Foundation? D-7491: Yes. Dr Woodruff: You want to join the Foundation? D-7491: Yes. Dr Woodruff: You want to join the Foundation? D-7491: Let me try to answer the question one more time. I think this is the fourth time that I've had this question. Dr Woodruff: Third time. D-7491: Three times that I've had this question. I will try to answer it again for you, as clearly as I can, because the question you're asking is "What kind of qualifications do I have to join the Foundation?". I have far more experience with the anomalous than many others when they sought to join the Foundation! You take the Foundation model, "Contain, Impured, Prospect" - how true that is! I've been a D-class for 6 years now.6 I've seen and worked with all manners of anomalies, survived them all. I bet I have as much experience in the Foundation as Jack Bright did when he sought site director! Dr Woodruff: D-7491. I served with Jack Bright. I know Jack Bright. Jack Bright is a friend of mine. D-7491, you're no Jack Bright.7 (The crowd cheers,8 and D-7491 is left in stunned silence.) D-7491: That was really uncalled for, Doctor. (Dr Woodruff laughs.) Dr Woodruff: You are the one that was making the comparison. I'm the one who knew him well. And frankly I think you are so far apart in the objectives you choose for the Foundation, that I did not think the comparison was well-taken. D-7491: I… I stand by all the misstatements I've made. Dr Woodruff: Goodbye, Dan.9 (Dr Woodruff stands and leaves the Omaha Civic Auditorium,10 as D-7491's eye colour changes from hazel to blue.) ADDENDUM 002: RECOVERED DATA + OPEN ADDENDUM 2 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 2 - The following communications are an excerpt from a text message conversation on the mobile phone of Benjamin Tucker. It is currently believed the messages constitute Tucker's ordering of SCP-5604: Hey. Looking to buy quaaludes11, prepared to pay top dollar, heard from a friend you could help me out? hello this is dado. i can make 4 u. what type of quaal you like? dado has many kinds. quailude, quayleude, kaleude, whalelude Not picky, just send me the best shit you've got. ok i make best quayleudes. u trust dado i send 2 u soon. dado gd at business so send first quaals 4 3 Arrived today, great batch so far. Thanks dadoe dado* ADDENDUM 003: TESTING UPDATE + OPEN ADDENDUM 3 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 3 - D-7491, Former Vice President Dan Quayle. Afterword: Following their interview with Dr. Woodruff, D-7491 continued to experience facial transformations, eventually subsiding at 19:88.12 When checked on the next day, D-7491 was discovered to be James Danforth Quayle, the 44th vice president of the United States. Testing was repeated with other D-class personnel, with identical results. At the time of writing, the Foundation has 5 Dan Quayles in containment, designated D-QUAYLE-1 through -5.13 Footnotes 1. Including drowsiness, memory loss, and acting as a muscle relaxant. 2. as would be expected with a dose of non-anomalous methaqualone. 3. During this time, D-7491 was sustained through a naso-gastric feeding tube and an IV. 4. Erroneous text potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 5. Erroneous orthography potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 6. D-7491 joined the Foundation as a D-class resource 2 years ago. 7. No record exists of Dr Woodruff having worked with Dr Bright. 8. Erroneous audio potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 9. Erroneous nomenclature potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 10. Erroneous location potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 11. A common name for methaqualone. 12. Erroneous timestamp potentially arising from SCP-5604's memetic effects. 13. 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SCP-5605 | keter | 3/5605 LEVEL 3/5605 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5605 Keter First reported sighting of SCP-5605-1 Special Containment Procedures: Low-Earth-Orbit satellites are to pass over Area-of-Interest-5605 no less frequently than once per hour. Atmospheric conditions indicating the appearance of SCP-5605 are to prompt the immediate dispatch of MTF Xi-9 ("Wheat Watchers") in order to protect against public interaction. MTF Agents and other deployed personnel are to make use of [Cover Story #013 - "Dangerous Animal At Large"] and redirect all civilians away from the affected area. Persons that enter the affected area are not to be pursued and should be considered lost. Use of force as necessary to elicit compliance is authorized. Description: SCP-5605 is a wandering point of planar intersection occurring primarily within Northern Saskatchewan, Canada. Although the borders of this phenomenon are poorly defined, it is typically observed to grow as wide as approximately 200 square kilometers before rapidly contracting and disappearing. Due to differences in the atmospheric composition of this dimension, the most reliable indicators of SCP-5605 are dense fog and the sudden appearance of snow-covered ground regardless of prevailing weather conditions. Although conditions within SCP-5605 closely mirror those of prime reality, the space within suggests a divergent timeline where humanity no longer exists. To date, the only encountered living occupant of SCP-5605 has been an entity which closely resembles an extinct subspecies of polar bear, the Ursus maritimus tyrannus1. This entity is classified as SCP-5605-1. Early data suggested that instances of SCP-5605 appear at random intervals and random locations within the general geographic boundaries of Northern Saskatchewan. However, after further correlation it appears that SCP-5605 preferentially selects times and coordinates which make it likely to intercept small groups. The methods and mechanisms by which targets are selected remain indeterminate. Field Agent's Log On 2016-09-17 two field agents were investigating reports of a cryptid in the vicinity of Lake Athabasca, Saskatchewan, supposedly related to a rash of disappearances in the area. At their last successful check-in time, Agents Ricardo Diaz and Curt Vogel indicated they were heading to the last known whereabouts of a cluster of missing persons. Unknown to both agents, they had entered an instance of SCP-5605 during their investigation and all contact was immediately lost when the instance closed. On 2016-09-20, less than 72-hours after their initial disappearance, another instance of SCP-5605 manifested approximately 20-kilometers north of the field agents' last known location. Due to standard security protocols in light of their MIA status, the missing agents' network security certificate had been revoked; communication was not automatically re-established. However, the vehicle they had been using was able to act as local data storage for their audio and video streams. This footage was recovered when the missing vehicle was located. The whereabouts of Agents Diaz and Vogel remains unknown. +Begin: Recovered Video Fragments -wq:logoff Segment: A Video has been filmed from Agent Diaz's body camera. A timestamp appears in the lower margin of the video which continues to match the Foundation Master-Clock. A battery indicator appears on the right side of the same margin indicating 14% remaining battery life. Agents Diaz and Vogel trek at a slow pace across a snowy plain and the howling of the wind obscures much of the audio. After several minutes of the camera angled downward, the agents come to a stop and the camera pans around as Vogel evaluates the landscape. The pair appears to have crested a rolling hill. The faint suggestion of a midday sun is visible overhead through dense fog although the video timestamp indicates 2021 hours. The camera lingers for several seconds on Agent Vogel who appears to be suffering from prolonged and severe fatigue. The Agent's lips are severely chapped and cracked and their face is badly wind-burned. They slowly pivot to evaluate the landscape. Diaz: <Voice is hoarse> More of the same. I think I see the sheen of daylight on ice over there, at about 3 o'clock. Maybe it's too heavy for the lake ice? We might be able to sleep for a little bit. Vogel: <Also hoarse> Can't see more than a kilometer anyway. No other option. Have to try…something different. Let's go. They begin walking in the direction indicated by Diaz. Diaz: You know…when we get outta here…I'm gonna cash out at least two weeks and go to Malibu. I don't care if the debrief takes a whole week by itself; once they let me out of that fucking door I'm not coming back for a month! Vogel: Two weeks at the start of the story and a month by the end. Just how much PTO you got clenched up up there, Diaz? Both agents laugh softly. Diaz: Just think about it though. Pina coladas, white sand beaches, warm breezes. Vogel: No fog, no snowblindness, and seeing something actually different went you turn around for once. Diaz: And no fucking polar bear. Vogel: And no polar bears. Segment: B Approximately twenty minutes of extraneous audio and video has been removed as the pair arrives to the edge of a frozen lake. There is almost no snow on the lake ice and the presence of water is clearly indicated through the sheet of ice. Uneven rock formations jut up through the snow and seem to mark the waterline. The wind continues to whip loudly in the camera's microphone. Battery indicator shows 13% remaining. Vogel: Christ, there's no way we can walk across this if we can see water. Vogel carefully extends a boot and steps onto the lake ice, sliding his weight further out as he attempts to maintain a low center of gravity. Agent Vogel then tests a second foot, his entire weight now out on the ice. He carefully takes several steps out before a loud snap and crack pierces the air, originating from near Vogel. Agent Diaz lunges forward, extending his arm out as Vogel begins to slide back toward the shore and is pulled to safety. The pair of agents collapse on the lake shore catching their breath for several minutes. Diaz: Maybe we could like…lay out, spread out our weight. Th-the dis…distribution or whatever. We should be…the points of contact. The surface area. Vogel: Yeah, yeah, whatever it is you're thinking of, you do it first. You can barely string a sentence together. I'll do the one-knee thing here by the shore where the ice is a little thicker in case our guest shows up. Seriously, snag some shuteye. Diaz: I need to save my fighting spirit. You're lucky. Hey, Vogel, any chap-stick left? Vogel: My lips practically look like hamburger from this dry air and you actually think I might be holding out on you? Get fucking bent. <lengthy pause> I'm sorry, we're…it's just… Diaz: I know, mate. Wake me in 45. Agent Diaz gets onto the lake ice and lays down, sliding himself across the ice until he is several meters from the shore. He lays on his back as his breathing steadies and he begins to softly snore, even through the howling of the wind. Segment: C Approximately forty minutes of extraneous audio and video have been removed, during which Agent Diaz shifts onto his side while sleeping. The camera is pointed in the direction of Agent Vogel, who is facing away from the camera and downwind. Agent Vogel's head and shoulders droop several times and he nearly falls over more than a dozen times during the truncated video, presumably from fatigue. Video resumes as Agent Vogel does fall over and onto his side and then immediately shoots up, awake. As Vogel pulls himself to his feet, a bellowing roar cuts through the wind from an unknown source. Vogel scrambles toward the lake and slides onto his belly and military-crawls across the ice until he reaches Diaz. He attempts to wake the sleeping agent and the camera jostles substantially as Diaz sits up and tries to orient himself. Vogel: Diaz. Diaz! It's coming, it's fucking found us already. It's coming, we-we gotta… Diaz: Lay down, let's head further out. Your two feet were enough to crack it there's no way it can run out here. Come on. The two agents shimmy out several dozen meters from the shore, oriented in the direction they heard the roar originate from. Nearly twenty minutes pass before a dark silhouette crests a nearby hill, indicating the arrival of SCP-5605-1. Agents Diaz and Vogel remain motionless. SCP-5605-1 reaches the edge of the lake and comes to stop. It lowers its massive head and extends one paw, carefully and hesitantly testing the ice. Vogel: Oh fuck it's going to fucking try. You've gotta be kidding me… Diaz: There's no way. As soon as this ice breaks we gun it for the shoreline and we run. This is going to work. This has to work. As the two agents lie still, SCP-5605-1 continues to trod further out onto the ice and approaches the agents. Diaz hits Vogel on the shoulder twice as he begins to get up. Diaz: Alright, that's close enough, we gotta go. Like, now. Vogel. Vogel? Vogel! Come on, man! As Diaz starts to back-peddle toward the shoreline the camera pans down. Agent Vogel is transfixed on the ice, looking down with his mouth hanging open. Diaz grabs hold of Vogel's boot and begins to drag him toward the shore. As he does so, the camera points sharply downward and a nude, humanoid figure is seen bumping against the ice from the underside. This causes Diaz to scream and let go of Vogel's foot and fall onto his backside. Diaz: What the hell?! Vogel: <Weakly> Claire… Diaz turns over onto his hands and knees and crawls back to Vogel, grabbing his waist and pulling him toward the shore. As he does so, the humanoid figure resurfaces and bumps against the nearly-clear lake ice once again. The figure is a human female, appearing to be approximately 30-years-old with blonde hair and extremely pale skin. It is unclear if this pale skin is a natural condition or a product of the environment. The figure's eyes are open and its face is contorted in a look of shock and pain. Vogel: <Whimpering> My Claire… Several more humanoid figures begin appearing beneath the ice all around them in similar poses, but due to refraction, their faces are unclear. Diaz yanks on Vogel's waistband several more times, hauling him toward the shore. Upon reaching solid ground, Vogel gathers himself enough to get up and start running away with Diaz. Another bellowing roar is heard close behind them. The battery indicator shows 9% remaining. Segment: D Approximately 10 minutes of extraneous audio and video have been removed before Vogel falls onto his hands and knees, chest heaving from their hasty escape. Vogel: It was Claire…How?! Diaz slumps forward and puts his hands on his knees, but remains standing, his breathing labored. Diaz: She's dead, Curt. She's dead and buried and you know that. W-whatever you say you saw, it-it must have just been fatigue. A hallucination. These things happen when you're up for three days on an adrenaline high. Your brain chemistry must be ten shades of messed up right now. Vogel: It's this place, Diaz. That was her. There's no mistaking those eyes. Diaz: It's okay. I believe you, but you have to try not to— Vogel: No, I need to say this. Once you've had to look into your lover's eyes and watch the life bleed out…you don't forget that. I know, in every fiber of this coward's heart that still beats within me, that those were her eyes, damn it. Several moments of silence pass before Diaz puts a hand on Vogel's shoulder. He allows it to remain there for several seconds before Vogel sits up and pushes the hand off. Vogel: I don't need your sympathy. I didn't need the fake sympathy cards then, and I don't want your pandering consolation now. Diaz: Hey, man. This is empathy, not sympathy. I can see you're hurting. But we have to be strong a little while longer. You can lean on me for as long- Vogel: We're never getting out of here. You know that, right? That big stupid thing is going to catch us. Just like it caught that hiker, just like it caught those campers we were looking for, just like it caught my Claire. Diaz: Curt that was a car accident. Five years ago. The bear didn't have anything at all to do with it. And for the record, no, I don't know that we're going to die here. Now get the fuck up and let's move. Diaz pulls Vogel up to his feet; the other agent appears to be crying. Vogel: I didn't know someone else remembered. Diaz: Of course I do. You're like a brother to me. They resume walking. The battery indicator shows 7% remaining. Segment: E Approximately ten minutes of extraneous audio and video are removed before Agent Diaz abruptly slides and falls down the side of a steep hill. A rocky facet of the hill was obscured by a snow drift which broke away due to the Agent's activity. The camera is surrounded and impacted by snow. Several minutes pass before the snow is cleared away and Vogel can be seen frantically trying to dig Diaz out. Vogel begins looking up and over Diaz's shoulder as he starts to dig faster. Vogel: It's coming, it's coming. Come on, man, we gotta go. A series of primal grunts pierce the air from somewhere unseen; both agents freeze upon hearing the first one but then immediately resume frantically digging. As the snow is cleared away, Vogel tries to help Diaz out but he is not able to move freely. Diaz: Ah! Ouch, stop! It's my foot. My ankle. Something…I can feel resistance. Don't pull, look around behind me. Vogel repositions to focus on the problem area and freezes, motionless. Diaz: …Vogel? How bad is it? Vogel: Ahh, well. There's…there's two pretty big rocks. And I'm pretty sure I see coagulated blood. Either that or you were storing coffee grounds in your socks. Diaz: Fuck. If you're telling jokes then… Vogel presses his lips together tightly. He then repositions to try and move the rocks and continue to dig out snow. This continues for approximately two minutes until a large shadow eclipses Vogel and Diaz. Diaz cranes his head up and back but the camera is not able move with him. Diaz: <Whispering> Vogel. You have to take this, and you have to go. Now. Please, Curt. Live. Just… Please, Curt, go. Agent Vogel is motionless, his gaze affixed on SCP-5605-1 which is casting the shadow. Agent Diaz decouples his body camera and hands it to Vogel, and then pushes him away. Vogel begins to shuffle backward as he climbs to his feet. Diaz: Go. Go! Vogel continues to shuffle backward as SCP-5605-1 walks around the rocky hill and approaches Agent Diaz. Its face lowers to closely examine the agent, who unsheathes a bowie knife from a body holster and swings wildly at SCP-5605-1. The bear takes a half-step backward and avoids the swing, momentarily startled by the gesture. Diaz: I said fucking go! Vogel begins to run now. As distance increases and the fog obscures line of sight, Diaz and SCP-5605-1 become silhouettes and then disappear entirely. A series of piercing but brief screams are heard. The battery indicator shows 6% remaining. Segment: F Approximately two hours of extraneous audio and video are removed before Agent Vogel stops next to a barren aspen tree and sits down, his back against its trunk. The howling of the wind has lessened slightly but the fog has thickened around him. Vogel: It's getting warmer, I can tell. Only a little, but I can feel it in the air; it's warmer, wetter, wherever I am now. Sun still hasn't moved and I might never move again either. I'm tired. Really goddamn tired. The camera is decoupled and Agent Vogel sets it on his lap, facing up. He scans his surroundings as the video continues to record. Vogel: I can't stop thinking about her. Claire. I know, right? What kind of a monster wouldn't have Diaz on the mind right now but that's my training kicking in. I've detached, at least from that. But not her. Never her. The truth is that I could never leave her behind and I've kept that chain hanging around my neck for five years. We never fell out of love and I guess I still haven't either. Agent Vogel repositions the camera slightly as he raises his knees so it is nearly at eye level. His eyes begin to well with tears as he looks into the camera. Vogel: The court documents all show that I blew a 0.00 by the time the paramedics were done and the cops had hold of me. More than five hours after the accident. But what they don't show is that if they had tested me earlier at the sobriety check-point instead of on the winding country road that I used to go around them, my night might have just ended with a 'simple' DWI. And she'd still be alive. Vogel: She was stone-cold sober, too. She trusted me and I did that to her… Agent Vogel's lip begins to quiver. Vogel: I should have died. Not her. She should be moving on and starting a beautiful family by now. I should be…a picture in a memory box. A memory to take out and shed a tear over once a decade and then put away, but I…that's not reality. She's dead. She's trapped beneath the ice here, her last tear-soaked words hanging in this relentless, howling wind. And I don't even have the luxury of being able to stop and listen, to mourn. This thing…this stupid bear. Agent Vogel loses his composure for a moment and begins to sob; he turns his head away from the camera. Vogel: This fucking bear has been on us since we got here. It doesn't stop. It just doesn't stop. I got a good look into its beady little coal-black eyes when it showed up in our camp and then again with Diaz. They were hollow and full of hate and I know it was looking at me. It ripped that poor fucking camper's leg clean off but it was looking at me while it did it. We ran. Slept when we could. Ran more. And it still came, relentless. Looking at me, for me. Well, there's nowhere left for me to run. My body, my soul, has given up. Vogel: Diaz is dead now too, but it should be me. Yet again. He told me that I should go, that I should live. I walked away from something like this before and…living was the worst thing to happen to me. They say that hikers that get lost in the bush can last a real long time so long as they still have hope. Welp. Time's up. Vogel leans his hack back against the tree. A series of deep thumps interrupt the audio as a shadow slowly eclipses Agent Vogel. He lifts his head from its resting position and presumably regards SCP-5605-1. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he begins to sob once more. The battery indicator reads 2%. Vogel: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. You can't outrun your guilt. You just die tired. Agent Vogel tosses the camera which rolls for several meters before coming to stop facing a small copse of trees. An animalistic grunt pierces the audio followed by a muffled series of screams. The howling winds have largely died down and the fog begins to partially abate. The audio detects intermittent crunching and chewing sounds until the battery indicator reaches 0% and the body camera powers off. Footnotes 1. The "tyrant polar bear", estimated to be approximately 140% the size of modern polar bears. |
SCP-5605 | uncontained | 3/5605 LEVEL 3/5605 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5605 Keter First reported sighting of SCP-5605-1 Special Containment Procedures: Low-Earth-Orbit satellites are to pass over Area-of-Interest-5605 no less frequently than once per hour. Atmospheric conditions indicating the appearance of SCP-5605 are to prompt the immediate dispatch of MTF Xi-9 ("Wheat Watchers") in order to protect against public interaction. MTF Agents and other deployed personnel are to make use of [Cover Story #013 - "Dangerous Animal At Large"] and redirect all civilians away from the affected area. Persons that enter the affected area are not to be pursued and should be considered lost. Use of force as necessary to elicit compliance is authorized. Description: SCP-5605 is a wandering point of planar intersection occurring primarily within Northern Saskatchewan, Canada. Although the borders of this phenomenon are poorly defined, it is typically observed to grow as wide as approximately 200 square kilometers before rapidly contracting and disappearing. Due to differences in the atmospheric composition of this dimension, the most reliable indicators of SCP-5605 are dense fog and the sudden appearance of snow-covered ground regardless of prevailing weather conditions. Although conditions within SCP-5605 closely mirror those of prime reality, the space within suggests a divergent timeline where humanity no longer exists. To date, the only encountered living occupant of SCP-5605 has been an entity which closely resembles an extinct subspecies of polar bear, the Ursus maritimus tyrannus1. This entity is classified as SCP-5605-1. Early data suggested that instances of SCP-5605 appear at random intervals and random locations within the general geographic boundaries of Northern Saskatchewan. However, after further correlation it appears that SCP-5605 preferentially selects times and coordinates which make it likely to intercept small groups. The methods and mechanisms by which targets are selected remain indeterminate. Field Agent's Log On 2016-09-17 two field agents were investigating reports of a cryptid in the vicinity of Lake Athabasca, Saskatchewan, supposedly related to a rash of disappearances in the area. At their last successful check-in time, Agents Ricardo Diaz and Curt Vogel indicated they were heading to the last known whereabouts of a cluster of missing persons. Unknown to both agents, they had entered an instance of SCP-5605 during their investigation and all contact was immediately lost when the instance closed. On 2016-09-20, less than 72-hours after their initial disappearance, another instance of SCP-5605 manifested approximately 20-kilometers north of the field agents' last known location. Due to standard security protocols in light of their MIA status, the missing agents' network security certificate had been revoked; communication was not automatically re-established. However, the vehicle they had been using was able to act as local data storage for their audio and video streams. This footage was recovered when the missing vehicle was located. The whereabouts of Agents Diaz and Vogel remains unknown. +Begin: Recovered Video Fragments -wq:logoff Segment: A Video has been filmed from Agent Diaz's body camera. A timestamp appears in the lower margin of the video which continues to match the Foundation Master-Clock. A battery indicator appears on the right side of the same margin indicating 14% remaining battery life. Agents Diaz and Vogel trek at a slow pace across a snowy plain and the howling of the wind obscures much of the audio. After several minutes of the camera angled downward, the agents come to a stop and the camera pans around as Vogel evaluates the landscape. The pair appears to have crested a rolling hill. The faint suggestion of a midday sun is visible overhead through dense fog although the video timestamp indicates 2021 hours. The camera lingers for several seconds on Agent Vogel who appears to be suffering from prolonged and severe fatigue. The Agent's lips are severely chapped and cracked and their face is badly wind-burned. They slowly pivot to evaluate the landscape. Diaz: <Voice is hoarse> More of the same. I think I see the sheen of daylight on ice over there, at about 3 o'clock. Maybe it's too heavy for the lake ice? We might be able to sleep for a little bit. Vogel: <Also hoarse> Can't see more than a kilometer anyway. No other option. Have to try…something different. Let's go. They begin walking in the direction indicated by Diaz. Diaz: You know…when we get outta here…I'm gonna cash out at least two weeks and go to Malibu. I don't care if the debrief takes a whole week by itself; once they let me out of that fucking door I'm not coming back for a month! Vogel: Two weeks at the start of the story and a month by the end. Just how much PTO you got clenched up up there, Diaz? Both agents laugh softly. Diaz: Just think about it though. Pina coladas, white sand beaches, warm breezes. Vogel: No fog, no snowblindness, and seeing something actually different went you turn around for once. Diaz: And no fucking polar bear. Vogel: And no polar bears. Segment: B Approximately twenty minutes of extraneous audio and video has been removed as the pair arrives to the edge of a frozen lake. There is almost no snow on the lake ice and the presence of water is clearly indicated through the sheet of ice. Uneven rock formations jut up through the snow and seem to mark the waterline. The wind continues to whip loudly in the camera's microphone. Battery indicator shows 13% remaining. Vogel: Christ, there's no way we can walk across this if we can see water. Vogel carefully extends a boot and steps onto the lake ice, sliding his weight further out as he attempts to maintain a low center of gravity. Agent Vogel then tests a second foot, his entire weight now out on the ice. He carefully takes several steps out before a loud snap and crack pierces the air, originating from near Vogel. Agent Diaz lunges forward, extending his arm out as Vogel begins to slide back toward the shore and is pulled to safety. The pair of agents collapse on the lake shore catching their breath for several minutes. Diaz: Maybe we could like…lay out, spread out our weight. Th-the dis…distribution or whatever. We should be…the points of contact. The surface area. Vogel: Yeah, yeah, whatever it is you're thinking of, you do it first. You can barely string a sentence together. I'll do the one-knee thing here by the shore where the ice is a little thicker in case our guest shows up. Seriously, snag some shuteye. Diaz: I need to save my fighting spirit. You're lucky. Hey, Vogel, any chap-stick left? Vogel: My lips practically look like hamburger from this dry air and you actually think I might be holding out on you? Get fucking bent. <lengthy pause> I'm sorry, we're…it's just… Diaz: I know, mate. Wake me in 45. Agent Diaz gets onto the lake ice and lays down, sliding himself across the ice until he is several meters from the shore. He lays on his back as his breathing steadies and he begins to softly snore, even through the howling of the wind. Segment: C Approximately forty minutes of extraneous audio and video have been removed, during which Agent Diaz shifts onto his side while sleeping. The camera is pointed in the direction of Agent Vogel, who is facing away from the camera and downwind. Agent Vogel's head and shoulders droop several times and he nearly falls over more than a dozen times during the truncated video, presumably from fatigue. Video resumes as Agent Vogel does fall over and onto his side and then immediately shoots up, awake. As Vogel pulls himself to his feet, a bellowing roar cuts through the wind from an unknown source. Vogel scrambles toward the lake and slides onto his belly and military-crawls across the ice until he reaches Diaz. He attempts to wake the sleeping agent and the camera jostles substantially as Diaz sits up and tries to orient himself. Vogel: Diaz. Diaz! It's coming, it's fucking found us already. It's coming, we-we gotta… Diaz: Lay down, let's head further out. Your two feet were enough to crack it there's no way it can run out here. Come on. The two agents shimmy out several dozen meters from the shore, oriented in the direction they heard the roar originate from. Nearly twenty minutes pass before a dark silhouette crests a nearby hill, indicating the arrival of SCP-5605-1. Agents Diaz and Vogel remain motionless. SCP-5605-1 reaches the edge of the lake and comes to stop. It lowers its massive head and extends one paw, carefully and hesitantly testing the ice. Vogel: Oh fuck it's going to fucking try. You've gotta be kidding me… Diaz: There's no way. As soon as this ice breaks we gun it for the shoreline and we run. This is going to work. This has to work. As the two agents lie still, SCP-5605-1 continues to trod further out onto the ice and approaches the agents. Diaz hits Vogel on the shoulder twice as he begins to get up. Diaz: Alright, that's close enough, we gotta go. Like, now. Vogel. Vogel? Vogel! Come on, man! As Diaz starts to back-peddle toward the shoreline the camera pans down. Agent Vogel is transfixed on the ice, looking down with his mouth hanging open. Diaz grabs hold of Vogel's boot and begins to drag him toward the shore. As he does so, the camera points sharply downward and a nude, humanoid figure is seen bumping against the ice from the underside. This causes Diaz to scream and let go of Vogel's foot and fall onto his backside. Diaz: What the hell?! Vogel: <Weakly> Claire… Diaz turns over onto his hands and knees and crawls back to Vogel, grabbing his waist and pulling him toward the shore. As he does so, the humanoid figure resurfaces and bumps against the nearly-clear lake ice once again. The figure is a human female, appearing to be approximately 30-years-old with blonde hair and extremely pale skin. It is unclear if this pale skin is a natural condition or a product of the environment. The figure's eyes are open and its face is contorted in a look of shock and pain. Vogel: <Whimpering> My Claire… Several more humanoid figures begin appearing beneath the ice all around them in similar poses, but due to refraction, their faces are unclear. Diaz yanks on Vogel's waistband several more times, hauling him toward the shore. Upon reaching solid ground, Vogel gathers himself enough to get up and start running away with Diaz. Another bellowing roar is heard close behind them. The battery indicator shows 9% remaining. Segment: D Approximately 10 minutes of extraneous audio and video have been removed before Vogel falls onto his hands and knees, chest heaving from their hasty escape. Vogel: It was Claire…How?! Diaz slumps forward and puts his hands on his knees, but remains standing, his breathing labored. Diaz: She's dead, Curt. She's dead and buried and you know that. W-whatever you say you saw, it-it must have just been fatigue. A hallucination. These things happen when you're up for three days on an adrenaline high. Your brain chemistry must be ten shades of messed up right now. Vogel: It's this place, Diaz. That was her. There's no mistaking those eyes. Diaz: It's okay. I believe you, but you have to try not to— Vogel: No, I need to say this. Once you've had to look into your lover's eyes and watch the life bleed out…you don't forget that. I know, in every fiber of this coward's heart that still beats within me, that those were her eyes, damn it. Several moments of silence pass before Diaz puts a hand on Vogel's shoulder. He allows it to remain there for several seconds before Vogel sits up and pushes the hand off. Vogel: I don't need your sympathy. I didn't need the fake sympathy cards then, and I don't want your pandering consolation now. Diaz: Hey, man. This is empathy, not sympathy. I can see you're hurting. But we have to be strong a little while longer. You can lean on me for as long- Vogel: We're never getting out of here. You know that, right? That big stupid thing is going to catch us. Just like it caught that hiker, just like it caught those campers we were looking for, just like it caught my Claire. Diaz: Curt that was a car accident. Five years ago. The bear didn't have anything at all to do with it. And for the record, no, I don't know that we're going to die here. Now get the fuck up and let's move. Diaz pulls Vogel up to his feet; the other agent appears to be crying. Vogel: I didn't know someone else remembered. Diaz: Of course I do. You're like a brother to me. They resume walking. The battery indicator shows 7% remaining. Segment: E Approximately ten minutes of extraneous audio and video are removed before Agent Diaz abruptly slides and falls down the side of a steep hill. A rocky facet of the hill was obscured by a snow drift which broke away due to the Agent's activity. The camera is surrounded and impacted by snow. Several minutes pass before the snow is cleared away and Vogel can be seen frantically trying to dig Diaz out. Vogel begins looking up and over Diaz's shoulder as he starts to dig faster. Vogel: It's coming, it's coming. Come on, man, we gotta go. A series of primal grunts pierce the air from somewhere unseen; both agents freeze upon hearing the first one but then immediately resume frantically digging. As the snow is cleared away, Vogel tries to help Diaz out but he is not able to move freely. Diaz: Ah! Ouch, stop! It's my foot. My ankle. Something…I can feel resistance. Don't pull, look around behind me. Vogel repositions to focus on the problem area and freezes, motionless. Diaz: …Vogel? How bad is it? Vogel: Ahh, well. There's…there's two pretty big rocks. And I'm pretty sure I see coagulated blood. Either that or you were storing coffee grounds in your socks. Diaz: Fuck. If you're telling jokes then… Vogel presses his lips together tightly. He then repositions to try and move the rocks and continue to dig out snow. This continues for approximately two minutes until a large shadow eclipses Vogel and Diaz. Diaz cranes his head up and back but the camera is not able move with him. Diaz: <Whispering> Vogel. You have to take this, and you have to go. Now. Please, Curt. Live. Just… Please, Curt, go. Agent Vogel is motionless, his gaze affixed on SCP-5605-1 which is casting the shadow. Agent Diaz decouples his body camera and hands it to Vogel, and then pushes him away. Vogel begins to shuffle backward as he climbs to his feet. Diaz: Go. Go! Vogel continues to shuffle backward as SCP-5605-1 walks around the rocky hill and approaches Agent Diaz. Its face lowers to closely examine the agent, who unsheathes a bowie knife from a body holster and swings wildly at SCP-5605-1. The bear takes a half-step backward and avoids the swing, momentarily startled by the gesture. Diaz: I said fucking go! Vogel begins to run now. As distance increases and the fog obscures line of sight, Diaz and SCP-5605-1 become silhouettes and then disappear entirely. A series of piercing but brief screams are heard. The battery indicator shows 6% remaining. Segment: F Approximately two hours of extraneous audio and video are removed before Agent Vogel stops next to a barren aspen tree and sits down, his back against its trunk. The howling of the wind has lessened slightly but the fog has thickened around him. Vogel: It's getting warmer, I can tell. Only a little, but I can feel it in the air; it's warmer, wetter, wherever I am now. Sun still hasn't moved and I might never move again either. I'm tired. Really goddamn tired. The camera is decoupled and Agent Vogel sets it on his lap, facing up. He scans his surroundings as the video continues to record. Vogel: I can't stop thinking about her. Claire. I know, right? What kind of a monster wouldn't have Diaz on the mind right now but that's my training kicking in. I've detached, at least from that. But not her. Never her. The truth is that I could never leave her behind and I've kept that chain hanging around my neck for five years. We never fell out of love and I guess I still haven't either. Agent Vogel repositions the camera slightly as he raises his knees so it is nearly at eye level. His eyes begin to well with tears as he looks into the camera. Vogel: The court documents all show that I blew a 0.00 by the time the paramedics were done and the cops had hold of me. More than five hours after the accident. But what they don't show is that if they had tested me earlier at the sobriety check-point instead of on the winding country road that I used to go around them, my night might have just ended with a 'simple' DWI. And she'd still be alive. Vogel: She was stone-cold sober, too. She trusted me and I did that to her… Agent Vogel's lip begins to quiver. Vogel: I should have died. Not her. She should be moving on and starting a beautiful family by now. I should be…a picture in a memory box. A memory to take out and shed a tear over once a decade and then put away, but I…that's not reality. She's dead. She's trapped beneath the ice here, her last tear-soaked words hanging in this relentless, howling wind. And I don't even have the luxury of being able to stop and listen, to mourn. This thing…this stupid bear. Agent Vogel loses his composure for a moment and begins to sob; he turns his head away from the camera. Vogel: This fucking bear has been on us since we got here. It doesn't stop. It just doesn't stop. I got a good look into its beady little coal-black eyes when it showed up in our camp and then again with Diaz. They were hollow and full of hate and I know it was looking at me. It ripped that poor fucking camper's leg clean off but it was looking at me while it did it. We ran. Slept when we could. Ran more. And it still came, relentless. Looking at me, for me. Well, there's nowhere left for me to run. My body, my soul, has given up. Vogel: Diaz is dead now too, but it should be me. Yet again. He told me that I should go, that I should live. I walked away from something like this before and…living was the worst thing to happen to me. They say that hikers that get lost in the bush can last a real long time so long as they still have hope. Welp. Time's up. Vogel leans his hack back against the tree. A series of deep thumps interrupt the audio as a shadow slowly eclipses Agent Vogel. He lifts his head from its resting position and presumably regards SCP-5605-1. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smile as he begins to sob once more. The battery indicator reads 2%. Vogel: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. You can't outrun your guilt. You just die tired. Agent Vogel tosses the camera which rolls for several meters before coming to stop facing a small copse of trees. An animalistic grunt pierces the audio followed by a muffled series of screams. The howling winds have largely died down and the fog begins to partially abate. The audio detects intermittent crunching and chewing sounds until the battery indicator reaches 0% and the body camera powers off. Footnotes 1. The "tyrant polar bear", estimated to be approximately 140% the size of modern polar bears. |
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After receiving a monthly medical evaluation, SCP-5606's infusion pump is to be calibrated. All information regarding Gregori Talmov, Katrina Pernova, or Sicilia Pernova is to be given to the Site-51 POI Recovery Department. Description SCP-5606 is a circular biological entity composed entirely of human tissue, measuring 32.5 cm in diameter and 12 cm in depth. Though incapable of movement, SCP-5606 vocalizes the word "tick" every 30 seconds. Initial analyses revealed substantial thaumaturgical residue, indicating a carnomantic ritual was responsible for SCP-5606's creation. Further information on SCP-5606 is available below: ■ SCP-5606 Medical Analysis ■ □ SCP-5606 Medical Analysis □ Date: 2020/01/28 Subject: SCP-5606 Operator: Dr. William Strauss Sex: Unavailable Body Weight: 18.6 kg Height: 32.5 cm BMI: 2.1 Blood Type: All External Examination The anterior section of the organism is composed of skin similar to that found on human scrotums. In the center sits an orifice resembling a mouth; although lacking teeth, the orifice does have a tongue. 12 evenly spaced thoracic vertebrae protrude through the edge of the anterior. The skin has been stretched tight, allowing the bones underneath to be visible. Located on each side of the orifice is a small prehensile hand, measuring 5.1 and 3.4 cm respectively. On the posterior of SCP-5606 there is a large sack containing the lungs, heart, and brain of the organism. Internal Examination: X-Ray and MRI analysis of SCP-5606 revealed all of its bones to be human collar and pelvic bones. The size of these bones indicates they all were originally from prepubescent children of various ages and sexes. SCP-5606 has three functional hearts crudely fused together. It also possesses a pair of lungs, the left of which is vestigial. A total of 17 human amygdalae are also present, along with two hypothalami. SCP-5606 has no nervous system and is devoid of all sensory organs. Toxicity SCP-5606 toxicology screening shows high concentrations of embryonic stem cells, estrogen, and progesterone. DNA analysis produced varied and unidentifiable results. Prognosis Due to lacking the organs required to digest food or water, subject must receive nutrition and hydration intravenously. Even so, the long term sustainability of SCP-5606 is unlikely. Medical Department Discovery SCP-5606 was discovered when Timothy Perry contacted the Lakewood Police Department regarding a suspicious package. Subsequent police reports of a strange organism being recovered alerted the Foundation, and an item recovery team was dispatched. After successfully recovering the anomaly, the following document was found attached to the inside of the box: ■ Attached Document ■ □ Attached Document □ To Gregori, It's about time you made me a grandmother. This marriage was arranged for a reason. After all, a woman's biological clock only ticks for so long. Much Love, Sicilia The house next to Mr. Perry's is owned by Gregori Patlov, which was later discovered to be an alias of Gregori Talmov, a known affiliate of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"). Mr. Talmov recently married Katrina Pernova, daughter of high ranking GOI-0432 member Sicilia Pernova. The location of the suspects is currently unknown. |
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All basic life functions are supported through the stasis unit and maintained by the Research and Development Division. SCP-5607-1 is to be extracted via a catheter and stored within pressurized biologic storage tanks. The extracted SCP-5607-1 is given to Development Team 14 to be repurposed into Compound-5607/P. Description SCP-5607 within its stasis unit. SCP-5607 is theorized to be an extraplanetary humanoid entity originating from outside of the Sol System. Measuring 11 cm in height, SCP-5607 is bipedal, with elongated arms, and a large head relative to its body (approximately 4 cm in diameter). Similar in biological function to native Earth plants, SCP-5607 subsists off water, UV radiation, and carbon dioxide. Since its discovery, SCP-5607 remains in a self-induced comatose state, though all bodily functions are fully operational. SCP-5607 was discovered in 1976, during a Foundation-backed mission to the lunar surface. During surveying operations in the Montes Secchi range, astronauts discovered a disk-shaped vessel (designated SCP-5607-0). After SCP-5607 and its stasis container were removed from SCP-5607-0, a self-destruct sequence initiated leading to the destruction of the vessel in its entirety. The salvaged remains were declared unsuitable for experimentation and subsequently left at the point of discovery (2.65°N 42.97°E, Montes Secchi, Earth 1). SCP-5607-0 prior to its destruction. SCP-5607-1 is the designation for urine created by SCP-5607 and is currently considered anomalous due to an unexplained biological reaction caused by its inhalation. During the examination of the spacesuit worn by SCP-5607, an unusual urine disposal method was discovered. Utilizing a catheter and an advanced vaporization unit, the suit redistributed vaporized SCP-5607-1 through the respiratory systems. Inhalation of SCP-5607-1 was subsequently tested on 28 different species, including humans. These tests concluded that SCP-5607-1 unilaterally causes a substantial increase in physical and mental dexterity, far beyond pre-exposure parameters. It is theorized that this facilitates the acuity needed for piloting the high-speed interstellar vessel used by SCP-5607. SCP-5607 Project Proposal PISS Device. The Research and Development Division has developed an inhalation device utilizing Compound-5607/P, an SCP-5607-1 derivative capable of a temporary and substantial increase in the effectiveness of Mobile Task Force agents. The device was designated the Personal Inhalant Service Stimulant, or PISS device. Testing concluded a ~175% increase in performance-related scoring in all participants.1 The R&D division requests the use of a high-engagement Mobile Task Force in order to test the long-term use of the PISS Device. MTF Administration: Approved Site Director: Approved Ethics Committee: Approved Dr. Cooper Millgate and Development Team 14 are hereby granted a six-month trial for the operational use of PISS Devices utilizing MTF Epsilon-19, under the supervision of Captain Luke Wells. Further stipulations and requirements are available to applicable personnel. Access SCP-5607 Project Requests Access Granted 1998/02/15 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Flavoring Dr. Millgate, my men have been apprehensive about using your compound due to the taste, which has been described as "sour cat piss flavored". I was hoping your team could develop a more palatable flavoring for the PISS Devices. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Flavoring An understandable request, Captain Wells, next week's batch will have new flavoring. Will cherry be suitable for your men? To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Re:Re:Flavoring Dr. Millgate, cherry would work fine, the general consensus is for either cherry or grape. So whichever is easier on your end, thank you. 1998/02/28 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Update Dr. Millgate, the new flavoring is satisfactory to say the least, mixed berry was an excellent middle ground. My men have begun using the devices during almost every engagement. This week alone we cleared 17 successful recovery missions. I would like to request an additional 12 units for our next delivery. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Update I am glad to hear the new flavor is to your men's liking, Captain. I am likewise pleased in the successful missions, though I would like to remind you that Compound-5607/P is for high-intensity situations and should not be overused. Additional devices will be included in your next shipment. 1998/03/12 To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Empty canister return. Captain Wells, while I am thrilled with our results over the past few weeks, I have an area of concern that needs to be addressed. As per the protocol laid out in our trial, all empty Compound-5607/P canisters must be returned upon delivery of the next shipment. The last two weeks you were short eight canisters. Please make sure your men return the canisters once they've been depleted. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Re:Empty canister return. Dr. Millgate, it has come to my attention that several of my men have been keeping the spent canisters to get the "final bits" during tight situations. Two other operatives threw away their canister by mistake. I will make sure this does not happen again. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Re:Empty canister return. Please do make sure this does not happen again, I would hate to jeopardize the program due to simple oversights. I will be sending additional canisters with your next shipment to ensure that saving spent canisters is unnecessary. 1998/04/02 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: More PISS Due to an incident I am unauthorized to disclose, my team will be taking on twice the number of assigned missions. In response, I would like to double the number of devices received in our next shipment. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:More PISS Captain, we are incapable of producing that many devices at this time. At most I can include an additional 16 units, but any more would require additional funding and an expansion of current facilities. I do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. 1998/04/04 To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Incident I regret to inform you that our last shipment has been misplaced or thrown away by mistake. We received and signed for it yesterday, but it came during our resupply and must have gotten lost in the confusion. We are still scheduled to take on missions and would greatly appreciate another batch. Thanks, Doctor. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Incident Captain Wells, we can send another shipment tomorrow, it will arrive the day after. Please do be more careful in the future, we can not afford such losses. 1998/05/01 To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: The end. It is with great displeasure that I must inform you that our trial has been ended prematurely. Due to the high cost/time expenditure required for the project and that my expertise is needed elsewhere, O5 has deemed the project inconclusive and will place the remaining compound on ice along with SCP-5607. I give you and your men my utmost gratitude for your assistance in this endeavor. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Captain Luke Wells Subject: Re:The end. We find this to be unacceptable, we rely on those PISS's to get our job done. You must make an appeal. You're smart, you'll figure it out, there has to be a way. To: Captain Luke Wells From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Re:The end. While I understand your situation and appreciate your confidence, there is simply nothing I can do. I've been ordered to move everything into storage this afternoon. By this time tomorrow, I'll be across the country working on another project. Medical staff will ensure your men are taken care of if there are any concerns. It's been a pleasure working with you Captain Wells, I wish you and your men the best of luck. EMERGENCY RELAY 1998/05/01 To: Site Director | Dr. Richard Nylen Cc: Site 51 Internal Security From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: PLEASE HELP I don't know how they got in here, but Epsilon-19 is in my lab and is currently holding my staff hostage. They're demanding more PISS– they've already shot one of my junior researchers. Please send security ASAP. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Security Captain Mike Lenardo Subject: Re:PLEASE HELP We are aware of the situation, Doc. I have a team currently attempting to enter the lab. Breach security protocols have been activated from the inside, so we're having trouble entering. Please standby for further instructions. To: Security Captain Mike Leonardo Cc: Site Director | Dr. Richard Nylen From: Dr. Cooper Millgate Subject: Re:Re:PLEASE HELP They're not acting rationally, I can't reason with them. We are giving them the PISS we have left, they want us to start making more– I'll go through the motions but please hurry, we don't actually have the necessary ingredients and I can only stall for so long. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Security Captain Mike Lenardo Subject: Re:Re:Re:PLEASE HELP They've snuck a two-man strike team out of the lab. They're all juiced up on PISS and have taken out my security detail. We've sealed the corridor and are reformulating our approach, please standby for further instructions. To: Dr. Cooper Millgate From: Site Director | Dr. Richard Nylen Subject: Thank you. Due to the risk of allowing this situation to run its course, incendiary sterilization protocols will be initiated. On behalf of the Foundation, I thank you and your staff for your services. Please standby. THIS SCENARIO WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION MTF ADMINISTRATION Say NO to performance-enhancing drugs and ALWAYS report suspicious behavior, regardless of the source. This situation was extrapolated from real events for training purposes, names and designations have been altered for privacy. Footnotes 1. Testing and performance results are available upon request. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5607" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5607. Licensed under CC-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: alien.jpg Author: Crown Star Images License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/fe8f53d0-068e-4385-a16d-865d9050ae4e Filename: ship.jpg Author: Carniphage License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/fb91f6b2-969b-44fa-99bb-1abbcdef3459 Filename: inhale.jpg Author: Neil T License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/26c2a502-420f-4288-acfe-2ea461eb3297 |
SCP-5608 | keter | close Info X SCP-5608: "The Delectable Taste of Cognition" by: Doctor Fullham ♫ Doctor Fullham's Author Page ♫ Crit Credits: Calibold HunterDog Oboebandgeek99 minathewitch does not match any existing user name 90.67% (+68) 9.33% (-7) -% (+0) -% (-0) Special Containment Procedures Due to a current lack of understanding of SCP-5608's source, containment is impossible. All affected individuals are to be contained and surrounded by individuals with thought paradigms that disagree with their own. Tests of the efficacy of amnestics to counteract this anomaly are ongoing. There are currently five affected individuals in containment, designated PoI-5608-1 through -5. Foundation assets stationed in police forces and campus security are to monitor for and investigate any and all reports of stalking behavior. Currently, the only known way to halt the effects of SCP-5608 is to allow the affected individual to consume at least a portion of the grey matter of their target's brain. Description SCP-5608 is a rare, anomalous form of synesthesia1. Persons affected by the anomaly are able to perceive tastes based on the thoughts of those around them. Increasing physical proximity between the affected person and other individuals increases the strength of the taste. Additionally, affected individuals have reported that thoughts that mimic or complement their own have a pleasant taste, whereas thoughts that are counter to their own are disgusting. Affected individuals have described complementary thoughts as "sweet," "savory," "pleasant," and "overwhelmingly powerful." There is a significantly greater variation in the descriptions of unpleasant tastes, comparing them to the affected individual's least favorite foods, as well as various varieties of animal excrement. Individuals experiencing SCP-5608 have a very high likelihood of developing a psychological addiction to the pleasant tastes. During a containment interview, PoI-5608-3 commented "Imagine the best thing that you've ever tasted, and you can only ever taste it again if you're near a specific person. Wouldn't you want to spend more time with them?" Discovery SCP-5608 was first discovered when Foundation agents within the Cincinnati Police Department interviewed James Conners, incarcerated for murdering Matthew Harper, a classmate at Xavier University. An excerpt of Agent Jakobson's interview with Conners can be found below. Interview 5608-CONNERS Close interview [BEGINNING OF INTERVIEW OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Jakobson: Alright, we've got that all squared away. Now, can you detail the series of events that led to you murdering your classmate, Matthew Harper? Conners: God, can you not be so….cold about it? I feel terrible about all of this. Matt….he didn't deserve that. I still can't believe I….ugh. Jakobson: Listen, kid. I'm not a counselor. I'm not here to make you feel better. I'm here to get the facts; to figure out why a college student with a bright future and no history of aggression or neurodiverse traits was found with brain matter in hi- Conners: Jesus man! I get it! It was…I think it started a few weeks ago. I was walking around campus and suddenly I taste this….something. I can't even describe it. It's like how good pizza, ice cream, a good steak, and my grandpa's homemade root beer taste, all rolled into one. And multiplied ten times over. Jakobson: And you had not partaken of any illicit substances? Conners: Hell no, man. I've been to too many parties where people OD or get jacked up and do some crazy shit. I have a drink now and again but that's it. You can fuckin test my piss if you want. Jakobson: Perhaps later. So, you tasted something strange and good. What happened next? Conners: Well….god this is gonna sound stupid, but….you ever see those old cartoons, where someone smells a pie or something, and the smell pulls them along by their nose? Jakobson: I'm familiar with that trope, yes. Conners: Well, it was like that. I just…followed the taste. And it led me to Matt. Jakobson: Was this surprising to you? Conners: I mean, not any more surprising than suddenly tasting some unknown ambrosia. Jakobson: Right. So, Mr. Harper was the source of this taste. Did you inform him of this? Conners laughs. Conners: Are you fucking insane? How do you even tell someone that? "Hey bro no homo but when I'm around you I taste something fantastic so let's hang out." No, I didn't tell him. Jakobson: Understandable. So what did you do? Conners: Well I had a few classes with Matt, and we studied psych together on weekends, so we spent a lot of time together anyway. But after a while….it wasn't enough. Jakobson: What wasn't enough? Conners: The time. I needed to be around him more. I wanted to taste it every waking second of my life. So I started…accidentally running into him at football games, the cafeteria… Jakobson: You started stalking him. Conners: No! I was just…fuck, yeah, I guess I was. Goddamn it. I started skipping classes and following him to his. I skipped meals, I followed him home… Jakobson: And what led you to consider cannibalizing him? Conners: Jesus fucking christ can you not say it like that? I'm not some psycho Jeffrey Dahmer asshole! I just…I needed to taste more. Nothing was enough anymore. Jakobson: You were addicted. Conners: That's putting it mildly. Jakobson: Can you describe to me the events that led up to you killin- Conners: It was Friday night, after a party. Matt was hammered as hell and I was the DD that night. I stuck around him all night, the more he drank, the stronger the taste got. He's….he was a giggly drunk. The guy that always says "I love you guys" when he drinks. Anyway, I drove him home. The taste was so intense, so distracting…I almost t-boned someone. Agent Jakobson remains silent. Conners: He was stumbling around when we got to his apartment complex, so I helped him inside, and up to his place. I helped him get his shoes and coat off and get into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a fucking light. And for a few minutes I just sat there, tasting it. It tasted…it was better than sex. Better than the best sex you can imagine. It was heaven in my goddamned mouth and it still wasn't enough. Connors takes a heaving breath. Conners: So I grabbed his advanced chem textbook and hit him across the face. And then again. I hit him in the temple with the corner and didn't stop until it was like I was bathing in the taste. Once there was a big enough hole I stuck my fingers in and fucking pried his skull open. And then I…I fucking…. Conners begins to cry heavily. Conners: I ate his fucking brains! I scooped them out with my bare hands and ate them like it was my last meal. I didn't really come to terms with what had happened until it was done, and then there I was, with my friend's blood and hair all over my hands and the worst aftertaste ever in my mouth. You know the rest. Jakobson: Can you say with confidence that had it not been for the sudden appearance of this taste, this wouldn't have happened? Conners: Fucking-A yes I can! I never wanted to hurt Matt. I just….it was all I could think about. Nothing mattered anymore but getting more of that taste. And now I'm going to prison for the rest of my life, aren't I? Jakobson: You will certainly be….detained for some time. But it won't be like any prison you know. Conners: I'm so fucking sorry. I wish I had never tasted that….whatever it was. What about Matt's family? What did you guys tell them? Jakobson: The police are handling that side of the investigation. However, I can guarantee that you will not be named. In fact, Matthew's family will soon forget you existed entirely. Conners: Thank god for that. [END INTERVIEW] POST-INTERVIEW NOTE James Conners was designated PoI-5608-1, and was interviewed thoroughly by Foundation agents and psychiatrists. It is clear that he exhibited symptoms of a strong psychological addiction, but it is as of yet unclear if the addiction was anomalous in nature, or simply a result of the anomalous taste. Research into this, as well as possible sources of the anomaly and methods of combating the effects, is ongoing. We are unsure if this anomaly may return, so PoI-5608-1 is currently declared as indefinitely contained. - Dr. J.C. Honors Close interview Addendum 5608-A PoI-5608-2 was placed in a standard humanoid isolated containment chamber to determine if an absence of exposure to outside thoughts could counteract the effects of SCP-5608. The victim was discovered several hours later, deceased, with the following injuries: Three fractured digits on the right hand. Two of the fractured digits had their fingernails torn off, found embedded in the skin of their right temple. A self-inflicted puncture wound through the victim's right temple, outlined by severe bruising. Traces of grey matter in the victim's mouth. Footnotes 1. A neurological condition describing a person's senses getting "mixed up" - hearing colors, tasting sounds, etc. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5608" by Doctor Fullham, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5608. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5609 | keter | 2/5609 LEVEL 2/5609 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5609 A component of the satellite array surrounding SCP-5609 Special Containment Procedures: An array of Foundation-owned satellites surround SCP-5609 at all times, and are programmed to constantly project a selectively antimemetic field around the object to prevent its viewing by civilians. Unmanned research probe SCPS Spearhead has been landed on SCP-5609, and is currently being used to collect its tissue samples and take vital readings. Any changes in the orbital pattern of SCP-5609 are to be monitored, and circumvented via movement of the satellite array. Description: SCP-5609 is a massive (230 km in diameter), bioluminescent, spherical organism, currently in orbit 30,000 km above the earth's surface. SCP-5609 constantly emits yellow light, and upon cursory observation resembles a small moon. Close-up inspection of SCP-5609 has shown it to possess features similar to those of some beetle larvae, such as a small, discolored head with two compound eyes and two short mandibles; two visible legs protruding from underneath its head; and soft, segmented skin. Addendum: Recovered Data The following is a list of data pertaining to SCP-5609, collected by SCPS Spearhead. SCP-5609 moves periodically; however, such motion consists of not much more than momentary twitching of its legs and mandibles. SCP-5609 lacks the ability to steer and propel its body through space. Its orbit is entirely passive. The metabolism of SCP-5609 is hypothesized to be up to 3,000 times slower than that of any terrestrial insect. The presence of spiracles1 on the body of SCP-5609 indicate that it is not biologically suited for survival in a vacuum. A section of skin on the back of SCP-5609 protrudes from the organism, as if being pulled. Addendum: Incident Log On March 22, 2021, SCP-5609 disappeared, along with SCPS Spearhead. The anomaly was reclassified as Neutralized after an extensive search of the area of outer space surrounding Earth found no trace of it. One month later, SCPS Spearhead re-appeared in high Earth orbit and immediately fell through the atmosphere. Despite sustaining heavy damage upon crash-landing, the following audio log remained intact. (Heavy static is audible, but dissipates after 7 seconds. Upon its dissipation, two voices are heard.) Unknown-1: Hoooooo-eeee! Now this one's bound to be a doozy. Unknown-2: Can't believe they bit. Oh, we'll sure be eatin' well tonight! (After a few moments, the voices become louder. The recording distorts slightly as a result.) Unknown-2: Hey, Willie? Uh… you gotta see this. Unknown-1: What the- awwwww, c'mon, not this again. Unknown-2: What is it? Unknown-1: Oh, just another one of those shiny bugs. Toss it back in. Unknown-2: Could I keep it? It looks pretty cool. Unknown-1: (Audibly sighs) You can't eat cool, Amos. Unknown-2: All right, all right, fine. (The sound of rushing air is heard, followed by a loud splash. The voices begin to fade.) Unknown-1: …gotta cast out by the moon next time. I heard tell the folks there're a bunch more gullible. (Static becomes audible. The recording ends.) The area surrounding the moon is currently being monitored for signs of SCP-5609 re-emergence. Footnotes 1. Breathing organs found on terrestrial insects |
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Item #: 5610 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5610 events are to be minimally monitored. Meanwhile, a study of all cultures with a particular focus on shame and facades1 is to be initiated for any relations with SCP-5610. All historical documents related to felines are to be also investigated. Description: SCP-5610 is an anomalous entity that is only observable by individuals with a cognitive resistance value of 5.6 and above. Approximately 56 percent of Japan's population has been found to have an instance of SCP-5610 resting atop of their head. However, no discomfort is felt by the subject these instances are resting on. As a subject's behavior in public becomes more congruent to their behavior in private, the instance of SCP-5610 becomes increasingly detailed. This continues until it produces one of two results: either the instance would vanish, or in approximately six percent of all cases, it transforms into a non-anomalous cat(Felis catus) and jumps off the subject's head. SCP-5610 is prominently featured in haikus; living authors, when questioned, remember it. Notable ones are translated below. It is humankind To put a cat on the head2 To love and hate swords -Oda Nobunaga, 1580 When a child suckles, The cat inside him also does, Partnered on rough paths -Basho, 1672 Are we not all cats On heads of weak, chatting mice Or hardened tigers? -Emiri Takagata, 1923 To the barrack bed, An old cat jumps from my head Meowing with pity -Jou Takamiki, 1944 Bored, Oneko3 sighs, Telling me to cry for him Yet I save face, tears -Deo Takamiki, 1944 Banging the weak wall, From my rotten, though shined crown A cat skitters through -Aiko Torikatsu, 1976 The cat leaves haughty, My thoughts, like leaves on a pond Float in unison -Moeka Horinami, 1980 Reflections of mine A cat claws back from the top I smile sadly now -Haruki Murakami, 1998 Update: Several historical records in Egypt, dating as far back as 3500 B.C. have been noted for indicating manifestations of SCP-5610. Footnotes 1. Such as Japanese honne and tatemae, which revolve around public and private appearances. 2. 猫をかぶる. A popular Japanese idiom. It means to feign a favorable personality. 3. Polite form for cat ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5610" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5610. Licensed under CC-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: Cat Seen from Behind Filename: neko.jpg Author: Kawabata Gyokusho License: CC0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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Item #: 5610 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5610 events are to be minimally monitored. Meanwhile, a study of all cultures with a particular focus on shame and facades1 is to be initiated for any relations with SCP-5610. All historical documents related to felines are to be also investigated. Description: SCP-5610 is an anomalous entity that is only observable by individuals with a cognitive resistance value of 5.6 and above. Approximately 56 percent of Japan's population has been found to have an instance of SCP-5610 resting atop of their head. However, no discomfort is felt by the subject these instances are resting on. As a subject's behavior in public becomes more congruent to their behavior in private, the instance of SCP-5610 becomes increasingly detailed. This continues until it produces one of two results: either the instance would vanish, or in approximately six percent of all cases, it transforms into a non-anomalous cat(Felis catus) and jumps off the subject's head. SCP-5610 is prominently featured in haikus; living authors, when questioned, remember it. Notable ones are translated below. It is humankind To put a cat on the head2 To love and hate swords -Oda Nobunaga, 1580 When a child suckles, The cat inside him also does, Partnered on rough paths -Basho, 1672 Are we not all cats On heads of weak, chatting mice Or hardened tigers? -Emiri Takagata, 1923 To the barrack bed, An old cat jumps from my head Meowing with pity -Jou Takamiki, 1944 Bored, Oneko3 sighs, Telling me to cry for him Yet I save face, tears -Deo Takamiki, 1944 Banging the weak wall, From my rotten, though shined crown A cat skitters through -Aiko Torikatsu, 1976 The cat leaves haughty, My thoughts, like leaves on a pond Float in unison -Moeka Horinami, 1980 Reflections of mine A cat claws back from the top I smile sadly now -Haruki Murakami, 1998 Update: Several historical records in Egypt, dating as far back as 3500 B.C. have been noted for indicating manifestations of SCP-5610. Footnotes 1. Such as Japanese honne and tatemae, which revolve around public and private appearances. 2. 猫をかぶる. A popular Japanese idiom. It means to feign a favorable personality. 3. Polite form for cat ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5610" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5610. Licensed under CC-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: Cat Seen from Behind Filename: neko.jpg Author: Kawabata Gyokusho License: CC0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5611 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5611 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5611 is to be confined to a cage located in a sound-proof chamber. Personnel assigned to SCP-5611 must be inoculated against rabies. Interactions with it are to be performed through automatic means. Description: SCP-5611 is an adult male Rottweiler (Canis lupus familiaris) whose body exhibits a temporal loop. The head of SCP-5611 violently explodes every 12 minutes as it is accompanied by the sound of a gunshot, however, no bullet is ever observed. It will be deceased for 6 seconds before its body resets, which demanifests all scattered biomass from the surroundings. The fragments of its skull have been observed to burst out at varying high velocities, which can result in possible injury to nearby individuals. The loop does not limit the autonomy of SCP-5611. It is able to perform whatever action it desires before its sudden death. The specimen is also infected with rabies at the late stages of infection. As a result, it is hostile and prone to biting. It has never been observed to advance further into the infection to expire from respiratory arrest, presumably due to the temporal anomaly. However, the virus progresses normally in subjects SCP-5611 infects through bite. Attempts at euthanasia mandated by the Ethics Committee1 (see Addendum 01) revealed that SCP-5611 cannot be permanently killed. Its body continues to perform the temporal loop, which resets the specimen back to life at the beginning of the next cycle. The anomaly has also extended SCP-5611's lifespan beyond that of average dogs for it has not aged since it was contained. It is believed that it will continue to live indefinitely. SCP-5611 was contained on 04/13/1980 after a series of dog attacks were reported from a town in northern Texas. Four individuals were mauled to death, and local law enforcement noted its anomalous properties. Agents arrived to enact containment procedures, and investigate the origin of the anomaly. Interviewing the locals revealed that SCP-5611 originally belonged to ███ █████████. Mr. █████████ was found deceased in the backyard of his home near an unfinished grave pit. His throat was torn apart along with his left calf. Signs of a struggle were present inside the house where a spent side-by-side double-barreled shotgun was found. In Mr. █████████'s right hand, he held onto a dog collar that had the name "Bean" written on it. Witnesses of SCP-5611's anomalous properties were amnesticized. The cover story of a spree killer with a rabid dog was disseminated. Addendum 01: As of now, all personnel assigned to SCP-5611 are to ignore the Ethics Committee's neutralization order. Its suffering is deemed acceptable for containment as long as it does not interfere with it. Besides, we live with worse. Why is an old dog any different? It can handle another few decades. - O5-4 Addendum 02: Dr. Andy Hendrickson requested the use of SCP-5611 as a test subject to research more effective treatments for rabies. Dr. Hendrickson has argued that the results could alleviate SCP-5611's aggressiveness, and benefit Foundation front companies. The proposal is awaiting the approval of the O5 Council, and Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. See document "E.C. Review Meeting 132-5611" for additional information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5611" by AsukaOnna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5611. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5612 | safe | close Info X Hecatoncheires Cycle Hub More by this author Geoffrey Watts circa 1813. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of the anomaly, SCP-5612-A does not need containment. The area surrounding SCP-5612-B is to be closed off from civilian access with a regularly patrolled perimeter fence. Foundation agents are to be embedded in the security forces in the region. Any reports concerning the Rabban Hormizd monastery should be catalogued and investigated. Location of SCP-5612-A in Clifton Bay, Nassau, Bahamas. Description: SCP-56121 is a collective designation for two causally related anomalies. The investigation into SCP-5612-A led to the discovery and analysis of SCP-5612-B.2 SCP-5612-A is a small community of homes and businesses colloquially called “Clifton.” SCP-5612-A was originally located on the coast of Clifton Bay on the island of Nassau, Bahamas. SCP-5612-A is currently located eight hundred meters west from its original location, along the ocean floor; fully submerged in the water of Clifton Bay. The condition of the buildings does not match the degradation seen in similar structures exposed to open salt water. SCP-5612-A exudes residual thaumaturgical energy, radiating from its center.3 SCP-5612-A radiates an anti-memetic field stretching outwards roughly fifty meters from the edge of the ruins, erasing knowledge of the anomaly almost instantaneously upon perception.4 SCP-5612-B is a tubular organic structure measuring ten kilometers long and one kilometer in diameter, buried one hundred meters beneath a mountain range in the area of Alqosh, Iraq. Analysis of SCP-5612-B: SCP-5612-B is a bio-organic structure; the tissues of which contain multiple organic compounds, including an array of lipids and protein structures inconsistent with any biology registered within the Foundation's biological database. The organic material of SCP-5612-B’s structure is alive; but functions of many internal components have not yet been determined. Most chambers within SCP-5612-B average a height of fifteen meters. SCP-5612-B’s surface is constructed of material consistent with the structure of coral; upon discovery, SCP-5612-B's surface was sealed airtight and exhibited high resistance to gamma radiation. At the head of SCP-5612-B is a conical chamber containing a structure of soft tissues5 in a shape resembling a chaise lounge. The chaise is situated directly in front of a series of keratin-like panels with various crystalline structures embedded. The chaise is over ten meters long and situated three meters in distance from the panels housing the crystalline structures. When introduced to electrical current the wall of this chamber becomes transparent, without losing any of its structural integrity. When transparent, the view afforded is 360 degrees of the surrounding area outside of the structure. Throughout the central portions of SCP-5612-B there are organic pods6 that are capable of lowering their interior temperatures to negative one hundred and fifty-eight degrees Celsius. The rear of SCP-5612-B’s length consists entirely of complex organic structures that the Department of Astrophysics believes represent machinery that performs the functions of an Alcubierre drive.7 A Foundation archaeologist surveying the wreck of the Asmodeus. Discovery: The anti-memetic aspects of SCP-5612-A ensured that it remained undiscovered for the greater part of two centuries. On 1987-01-21, a Foundation spy satellite was temporarily adjusted to pass over Nassau and noted significant topographical anomalies8 on the ocean floor of Clifton Bay. A small survey team9 was dispatched from a nearby facility to examine the sea floor, but noted no anomalies. Experimentation with memetic enhancement pierced the field around SCP-5612-A. A survey of the area revealed two dozen buildings built in the style common during the colonial period of the eighteenth century. Several hundred skeletal remains were discovered within SCP-5612-A, but none were found to have anomalous effects. Several wrecks of eighteenth-century ships were also found, including the Asmodeus, a triple-decker ship-of-the-line in the British Royal Navy style. The Asmodeus was owned and captained by the privateer Geoffrey Watts, a British national living in Clifton from 1791 to 1815. ► Historical Survey ◄ ►Close File◄ The following is data gleaned from non-Foundation historical databases, and is included for context. Geoffrey Watts was born in 1759, in Yorkshire, England. As the son of a wealthy landowner, his father's wealth and influence allowed a young Mr. Watts membership in several gentleman’s clubs among the social elite. In 1778, Watts fled England without explanation to his family. From 1778 to 1791, Watts’ activities are unknown. Starting in the early 1790s, a small community of British expatriates10 still loyal to the British Crown settled in Clifton Bay. In October 1791, Geoffrey Watts settled in Clifton and secured a Royal Commission from the Governor of Nassau, the substance of which was known only to Watts, the Governor, and King George III. Watts had carte blanche to perform acts of piracy so long as the attacks were on non-English ships and property. Confidentially, Watts and his crew were to act as the illegal enforcement arm of the Colonial government. From 1791 to 1815, Watts performed hundreds of acts of piracy aboard the Asmodeus and amassed a small fortune. According to the Colonial Government’s records, Clifton was destroyed on 1815-09-26 by an earthquake. Given that the population was mostly sailors, freedmen and women, the government cared little to establish factual descriptions of the damage. There is a simple notation in the official records that reads: “Clifton – Scoured from the Island by earthquake.” ►Close File◄ The following is a series of excerpts of Geoffrey Watts’ journal, which was found within the wreckage of the Asmodeus. The journal is remarkably well-preserved given its submersion in salt water for almost two centuries. ► Excerpts from Watts' Journal ◄ ►Close File◄ 3RD of July, 1813 Worse than ever before, I am tortured by the events in York. That man's bright blue shining eyes, the blood splashing across the cobblestones and the smell of human flesh aflame. When the rage had left him, and the men of the Society were torn apart and smoldering, he sat at the side of the wretched thing he called “father.” I hid, deep in the shadows of that crypt, shaking and crying. He knelt there for hours in his mourning, and I waited, so long that I soiled myself in fear and intolerance. I cannot understand how such a man could exist; let alone how he could be related to that thing: it was over thirty feet long and had strange protuberances ending in ten digits and crystal aflame with energy. When he finally stood to leave that abattoir of his own invention, he turned and looked at me. His eyes no longer burned blue, but I could feel his gaze upon me for what felt a century. Eventually he turned from me and walked away. I could barely hear his words as he neared the exit to the crypt, but I am sure it was meant for me to hear. “Do better.” The inherent threat to his words cannot be underestimated, he meant it as a warning, I am sure. Why did he spare me? Was it because I was so young? So afraid? To this day, I frequently wake from dreams replaying these events, having soiled my bed clothes and sure he will be there in my room with me. Thus, my life's work has one measure: if mankind has such an enemy hiding in its midst, I must find its origin. Such a being could annihilate cities in hours, and if he has any weaknesses, his origins must tell me. I have gathered young and vibrant minds, rich with thaumaturgical rituals. But I am as lost as I ever have been, as any evidence of the supernatural I have found is devoid of any evidence of what I seek. 19TH of November, 1813 My hunt continues, and without success. Who was that man? What was he? Somewhere there is a scroll or tome or artifact that will illuminate his mystery to me. Any worldly power or riches I amass can mean nothing, if something like that man can take it away in a moment. Where did he come from? How could he do the things he did? 21ST of February, 1814 Another ritual has failed, perhaps there is no magical solution to my problem. I am getting too old for this hunt, we must find something before some phantom illness or privateer’s musket seals my doom. I have no children; as such, this will be my only legacy. 4TH of November, 1814 Over many cups of rum, a pirate of my acquaintance told me of a gifted youth plying her trade in New Orleans. This witch can see faraway places and details her visions in drawings. She could be useful to me in this quest if I can convince her to join us here. 1ST of May, 1815 Months of begging, cajoling and bribing has finally secured my witch’s dedication to the quest. In the end, it took a risky trip to New Orleans to speak in person. Evangelique Morta (cannot be her Christian name) is a young woman of Creole and French descent with a rare talent, one I had not before heard tell of. She can see the details of other places, based on the description given. And so, we might find our way to the origins of the man who attacked my friends at the Society. 26TH of July, 1815 Failure. Endless failure. Her gifts are true, but I have no firsthand experiences of the answers I seek; thus, Eva cannot simply seek an answer in my mind. There must be some answer, to allow her to see farther afield using my experiences as a guiding light, but I do not have it. 13TH of August, 1815 I often think about that monstrous corpse. I didn’t understand what the Society intended to do; I was so young, just happy to be included. But when the ritual was finished there was a dead thing on the slab straight out of the fires of Hell. Gray flesh shaped like an impossibly large limpet. It must have been thirty feet long with no head to speak of. Ichor the color of cerulean and six tendrils of flesh stretching forth from the form ending in frighteningly human hands with ten fingers a piece. How could that man claim to have been this thing's progeny? What could the Creator have been thinking when He shaped that strange flesh? Where must it have come from? 24TH of September, 1815 Success! Musing on the great beast’s dead figure, I took some of Eva’s pencils and tried to sketch its form from memory. It was this, mixed with my memories of the event, that I asked the witch to use as the basis of her fargazing. Utilizing the ways of her mother’s people and the elements of sympathetic magic, Eva has connected these ideas to the vision of another place. She has drawn an ancient monastery and assures me this structure has some connection to the cadaverous monstrosity. I have discovered this monastery is situated within the boundaries of ancient Persia now part of the Ottoman Empire, and is still in use by the monks of that area. I have begun preparations to outfit the Asmodeus and must be away. We shall depart in a few days’ time and I shall not rest until answers are found to his origins, or the origin of that horrendous cadaver. 26TH of September, 1815 I have lain these writings and drawing within a ritual to preserve their contents for fear of losing my tale. I saw him this very morning! Just before boarding the Asmodeus. Here, in Nassau! He will not stop me from finding his origins, I have my goal. I have a location! He shall not have me! For even now as I write this, we are pushi… The journal entry ends mid-word with a scrawled line of ink stretching erratically to the edge of the parchment. ►Close File◄ Photograph of drawing found within Watts’ journal. The event that relocated the community of Clifton to the bottom of the bay is poorly understood, but it is clear from their condition that the buildings have not been damaged by any seismic activity. Additionally, based on the last entry of Watts' journal, it is likely that this individual had some part to play in the disaster. Based on the contents of Watts’ journal, and the drawing found within, Dr. Matsouka11 started researching monasteries in Iran and Iraq. After extensive review of the databases, the drawing was confirmed to represent Rabban Hormizd monastery. The monastery was moved to a new location nearby in 1858, but the original structure still stood as a tourist attraction and historical monument. Diplomatic Foundation Forces made contact with the Iraqi government in March 1987 and permission was granted for a small expeditionary force to examine the original monastery. The buildings were found to be non-anomalous, but ground penetrating radar revealed the presence of a tubular structure (designated as SCP-5612-B) approximately one hundred meters below the mountains upon which the monastery’s original structure is situated. Given the placement of SCP-5612-B within the stratification of the mountain range, the anomaly has been present for over two billion years.12 Hecatoncheires Cycle << SCP-5512: A Social Contract | SCP-5612: Hamartia | Catching Up >> Footnotes 1. Designation has been adjusted to reflect the connection to SCP-4612. 2. Additionally, the events that led to SCP-5612-A's creation are directly tied to the existence of SCP-5612-B. 3. Given the residual emanations and the fact that the buildings are still standing, it is theorized that the community was physically moved in total, using thaumaturgy. It is theorized that the wrecked ships (including the Asmodeus) were damaged by the movement of the community through them. 4. The effect is such that individuals looking directly at the ruins along the ocean floor do not register their existence. 5. Most closely resembling the texture of a large fungal organism. 6. Over twenty have been found, each over ten meters in length. 7. Theoretical engine allowing for the warping of real space to allow for faster-than-light travel. The scientific community is currently of the opinion that such a device cannot function in the way Alcubierre theorized. 8. Resembling manmade structures. 9. Made up of Foundation archaeologists and geologists. 10. Mostly pirates, sailors and tradesmen. 11. Foundation historian and archival specialist. 12. Coinciding with the Great Oxidation Event. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5612" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5612. Licensed under CC-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: Watts Author: Carl Christian Vogel von Vogelstein License: Public Domain Source Link: Watts Filename: Clifton Name: (if different from filename) Author: Openstreetmap.org License: https://www.openstreetmap.org/copyright (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: Clifton (zoomed in on the island of Nassau, Clifton Bay) Additional Notes: Took a screen grab and this edited it to reflect the location marker. 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SCP-5613 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5613 Level 3/5613 Classified The border of Containment Site-5613, near the SCP-5613-C filtration system. Special Containment Procedures: All aspects of SCP-5613 are to be contained in situ within Containment Site-5613 and regularly patrolled for intruders. Any non-Foundation personnel who approach are to be dissuaded through Standard Cover Story 25-Tsevaoth (Military Drill). If they continue, they are to be taken offsite, questioned regarding SCP-5613, and amnesticized. Personnel are not to be questioned onsite. On the grounds of Containment Site-5613 it is forbidden to engage in any form of spoken argument. Theoretical debates, for instance, debates as to the nature of SCP-5613, are to be conducted solely using an online server Following the Akhnai Event of Post-Containment Incident B, all debate or discussion, written or spoken, is forbidden on the grounds of Containment Site-5613. An offsite location has been installed for any and all theoretical debates, and staff are forbidden from engaging in any conversation excluding objective note-taking and containment-related orders. SCP-5613-A is to be regularly monitored for erosion damage. If an Akhnai Event occurs, the Containment Site-5613 Assistant Director is to shake his or her fist in its direction and recite Ritual Phrases 5613-A #1—3 in Tiberian Hebrew, Western Aramaic, and Koine Greek respectively. Show Ritual Phrases 5613-A #1—3 Hide Ritual Phrases 5613-A #1—3 RP-5613-A # Language Text Transcription 1 Tiberian Hebrew מַה טִּיבְכֶם Mah ṭivkhem?1 2 Western Aramaic לְמָא סְלֵיקְתּוּן לְוָתַנָא Lᵊma sᵊleiqtun lᵊwathāna?2 3 Koine Greek μὴ συγκοινωνεῖτε Mḗ synkoinōneite!3 SCP-5613-B is to be pruned, watered and harvested as appropriate for a non-anomalous Ceratonia siliqua tree of its size. Its fruits are non-anomalous and staff are permitted to consume them for personal use. If an Akhnai Event occurs, containment staff are to immediately ensure that its new location is surrounded by Containment Site-5613 land for more than more that 200 meters in any direction. A filtration system is to be installed just past the western end of SCP-5613-C to catch and dispose of any dead free-swimming complex organisms. As per the Haifa Accords of 1962 the Israeli government is to tacitly increase the liquid sewage flow into the Wadi Sorek, so as to make it inhospitable for free-swimming complex organisms. Swimming in SCP-5613-C is expressly forbidden.4 When an Akhnai Event occurs, holders of the minority opinion are to be immediately removed from the grounds of Containment Site-5613, and staff members are to follow Procedure 5613-Yovel in its entirety. Show Procedure 5613-Yovel Hide Procedure 5613-Yovel Procedure 5613-Yovel STEP 1: Three shofarot5 are to be blown one hundred times each. STEP 2: Physical copies of all research done by majority are to be burned in a large onsite bonfire. STEP 3: All holders of the majority opinion are to place the ash of the bonfire on their head. STEP 4: All holders of the majority opinion are to cut off any contact with holders of the minority opinion, and are to remain at a distance of at least 2 meters away from holders of the minority opinion at all times for the next eleven months. STEP 5: After eleven months have passed, social connections with holders of the minority opinion may be re-established, although holders of the minority opinion are forbidden from being assigned to SCP-5613 again. Description: SCP-5613 is the collective term used for a series of three related anomalies found in a field just north of Yavneh in the Central District of Israel. SCP-5613-A SCP-5613-B SCP-5613-C A close-up of the texture of SCP-5613-A SCP-5613-A is an unhewn, unmortared stone wall approximately 45 meters in length, 20 centimeters in width, and 3.5 meters in height. SCP-5613-A is, as of 29-9-2019, tilted at a 43° angle. This is substantially greater than the critical angle of repose for unmortared stones, yet SCP-5613-A holds its form without collapsing. During Akhnai Events, SCP-5613-A steadily increases its tilt until an assistant director or equivalent position of authority recites RP-5613-A #1—3 in Tiberian Hebrew, Western Aramaic, and Koine Greek. SCP-5613-B in its former location, prior to the most recent Akhnai Event. SCP-5613-B is a carob or locust tree Ceratonia siliqua, 13.5 meters in height, of a genetic variety commonly found in the southern Levant. Its flowering and fruiting seasons are standard and its produce is unanomalous. Notably, it has not been shown to age or grow any larger since testing began, and although genetic-drift testing testing suggests it is approximately 2000 years old (approximately 1000 years older than the oldest known carob tree), its size would suggest it is only approximately 150 years old. At the onset of an Akhnai Event, SCP-5613-B disappears from its location, and at its conclusion it reappears anywhere between 40 and 200 meters's distance from its previous location. SCP-5613-B's former location has consistently shown signs of a minor cave-in consistent with a substantial quantity of root matter disappearing, but its new location has never shown any sign of rupture or breach, and soil analysis has shown no movement of soil from one location to another. A small section of SCP-5613-C. SCP-5613-C is an approximately 50-meter stretch of the Wadi Sorek, an intermittent stream that flows through central Israel. This stretch "flows backwards" from the rest of the wadi — whereas most of the Wadi Sorek flows downstream from east to west, water within SCP-5613-C flows from west to east. Any loose debris that enter SCP-5613-C from the upstream end will be instantly teleported inside the western end of SCP-5613-C, and any loose debris that exit SCP-5613-C downstream will instantly be instantly teleported outside the western end of SCP-5613-C. Free-swimming complex organisms appear to be unable to survive the passage through SCP-5613-C, and their corpses are deposited outside the western end. The effect of SCP-5613-C only applies to that which is in contact with the water of the wadi itself, and those on its banks or suspended above it are immune to its effects. Unlike SCP-5613-A and SCP-5613-B, SCP-5613-C goes through no changes during Akhnai Events. It is grouped alongside them because of geographical proximity and certain historical factors. Akhnai Events are triggered on certain occasions when a debate occurs in the region demarcated by Containment Site-5613. Requirements for an Akhnai Event occurence include: that the debate features a majority opinion and a minority opinion that holders of the minority opinion believe themselves to be "put upon" or "targeted" by the majority that holders of the majority opinion consider appeal to authority to be a logical fallacy that the debate has an objectively correct answer6 the debate grows heated7 Alongside the previously listed effects of an Akhnai Event, the triggering debate will continue and increase in vitriol until every holder of the minority opinion is removed from the site. Attempted mediators will without exception be drawn into the debate, in all recorded cases joining the side of the majority opinion. When an Akhnai Event lasts longer than three solar hours8, the likelihood of violence increases dramatically, as holders of the minority opinion sometimes develop anomalous abilities. This stage is to be avoided at all costs. Discovery: SCP-5613 was first contained in 1863 by the Sihirlerin Taburi9. After the First World War, the Sihirlerin Taburi was disbanded and all of its holdings in the Mandate of Palestine came under the auspices of Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP), which was incorporated in its entirety into the modern Foundation. The records of the Sihirlerin Taburi were largely lost during the turmoil of World War I, so it is unclear how they first came across SCP-5613, but it is known to have existed substantially longer than than according to ancient records (see Historical Incidents A and B). Incidents: Historical Incident A Historical Incident B Post-Containment Incident A Post-Containment Incident B Incident Date: Approx. 12th century BCE Incident Description: This incident is the earliest known Akhnai Event, found in only one record. According to the account10, a local Danite warrior by the name of Shimshon fell in love with a woman by the name of Delilah in the Wadi Sorek region, and the woman betrayed him to the Philistine officials in the region. The Philistines then proceeded to mock and abuse Shimshon for hours, up to the point where he grew enraged, acquired anomalous strength, and singlehandedly destroyed their place of worship. Conclusions: Little can be concluded from this incident due to the lack of direct sources, but it does demonstrate that SCP-5613 long predates what was previously thought to be its origin. Incident Date: Approx. 100 CE Incident Description: Until relatively recently it was assumed that this incident was related to the origin of SCP-5613. It is told in the most detail and is the most important source for the Foundation's containment procedures. According to the account found in the Babylonian Talmud tractate Bava Metzia 59b, Rabbi Eliezer engaged in a debate with the majority of the Sanhedrin11 about the ritual purity of a certain type of layered oven. Even when overruled, Rabbi Eliezer refused to admit defeat, claiming his opinion to be the correct one. According to legend, he called upon the carob tree to jump, the river to flow backwards, the walls of the study hall to collapse, and the voice of God himself to come down from heaven, but the Sanhedrin accepted none of his miracles as evidence. Rabbi Eliezer was then excommunicated, and remained separated from the Sanhedrin until the death of Rabban Gamliel. Conclusions: The parallels to SCP-5613 are beyond coincidence. Many of the Foundation's containment procedures are directly derived from here. RP-5613-A #1 was derived from Rabbi Yehoshua's reaction to the collapsing walls of the study hall, and Procedure 5613-Yovel was derived from rabbinic rites of excommunication. Even so, this telling of the story was likely exaggerated over the years, and Historical Incident-A shows that the incident of the oven was not the first Akhnai Event. Incident Date: 16-5-1977 Incident Description: During the run-up to the 1977 ████████, a political argument broke out between Senior Researcher Menachem Levin and Junior Researcher Yosef Shriki. An Akhnai Event was triggered and Senior Researcher Levin was transfered to another project and Procedure 5613-Yovel was performed. Conclusions: Prior to Post-Containment Incident A it was thought that Akhnai Events could only be triggered by debates with an objectively correct answer as opposed to value judgements, matters of taste, or competing desires. Incident Date: 3-7-2014 Incident Description: Junior Researcher Shai Harkabi, assigned to SCP-5613-A, and Research Assistant Yusuf bin Sa‘id, assigned to SCP-5613-C, became engaged in an online argument in response to the ██████████ ██ █████ █████████ on 12 June 2014. Their argument thread grew to over eight hundred replies until an Akhnai Event was triggered. Since the argument was silent, it took over four hours to determine the holders of the minority and majority opinions, by which point Research Assistant bin Sa‘id's cell phone had increased in temperature to over seven hundred degrees Celsius. This led Research Assistant bin Sa‘id to be identified as the holder of the minority opinion, upon which he was transferred to another project and Procedure 5613-Yovel was performed. Conclusions: Since the holders of minority and majority opinions instances were assigned to different areas, bin Sa‘id's anomalous ability was directed at his phone instead of at Harkabi. The current policy forbidding any and all debate, written or spoken, on the grounds of Containment Site-5613 was put in place in response to this incident. + Open Note from Site Director Leib — 3-5613 EYES ONLY - Note opened. Your access has been logged. Welcome to the valley. When I was young, my parents sent me to yeshiva for a month. My father was a Soviet refugee, and my mother was a daughter of Auschwitz survivors. Both were avowed atheists. But when I was young, my parents sent me to yeshiva for a month. My father once told me that any god who let the Shoah happen was either dead or not worth worshiping. But when I was young, my parents sent me to yeshiva for a month. I used to wonder why they did that. What could they possibly have wanted me to see there? What could I get there that I couldn’t get at Herzliya Gymnasium? I sat there for a month, watching people as alien to me as I would be to the King of Jordan debate the meaning of obscure Aramaic clauses, slowly stewing in my own anger and confusion. I was an outsider there. My parents were proud Jews. Yes, as I said before, they were avowed atheists. They were also proud Jews. Americans don’t seem to understand this, but the divisions you make between religion, culture, heritage, ethnicity? They’re all narishkeit. You have one identity — multifaceted but singular nonetheless. And that’s how I realized what my parents wanted me to learn from yeshiva students. All of the students at Yeshivat Beit Yeshurun agreed about that. Yet just what divine truth was, ah, that was a different question. I would see these kids — kids I, in my self-righteous ḥiloni way, had assumed thought the same, acted the same, just as they dressed the same — argue passionately, confidently, and loudly about their area of study. But what amazed me most of all was that when the session was over, they would line up and pray the afternoon service together. The debates in the study hall remained in the study hall — even ardent opposition would be left behind in pursuit of unity. Traditional Jewish practice says that God is the utmost unity, the utmost truth. There is no unity like Divine unity, no truth like Divine truth. But Divine truth is not unity. No, on the contrary, it is as multifaceted a thing there is. As the old expression goes, “the Torah has seventy faces.” Science as a philosophical field is founded on the idea of finding the capital-T Truth, the one correct fact from a muddle of guesswork and disagreement. The Foundation certainly works that way — we argue to determine the truth, and wholeheartedly believe that we will stop arguing when we determine the truth. But that’s not how people act, and I’m frankly not so sure if it’s even what we should aspire to. This valley is a place where arguments lead to fights, and fights lead to deaths. So what? That happens everywhere — in abusive homes, online, at high schools, in war zones. What’s different here is just the visibility of it. What we have to remember, what this tilting wall, this hopping tree, remind us, is that we are struggling for the same goal. We have to remember that we are struggling for the same goal. May the One who brings peace on high bring peace upon us as well. I’ll see you Sunday. —Director Aharon Leib Footnotes 1. lit: What is your nature? 2. lit: Why do you rise against us? 3. lit: Do not involve yourselves! 4. "It's 70% sewage, so who would want to swim in it anyway?" –Junior Researcher Harkabi. 5. A shofar (plural: shofarot) is a hollowed-out ram's horn used in Jewish ritual practice. In modern Jewish practice it is strictly used to announce the onset of the new year, but in ancient Judean culture it was used as an all-purpose alarm. 6. See Post-Containment Incident A 7. SCP-5613's definition of "heated" is unclear. 8. A solar hour is defined as one twelfth of the time between sunrise and sunset. Thus, in summer a solar hour is substantially longer than in winter. 9. literally: the Battalion of Magics. The Sihirlerin Taburi was the official paranormal agency of the late Ottoman Empire, founded by Sultan Mahmud II in 1828. 10. which can be found in ██████ 16 11. The highest court of rabbinic authority, at the time centered in Yavneh and headed by Rabban Gamliel the Younger, along with his second-in-command Rabbi Yehoshua ben Ḥananiah. |
SCP-5614 | euclid | SCP-5614 By: Aftokrator Published on 17 Mar 2022 20:30 close Info X SCP-5614: [ACCESS DENIED] Team Xenophania's fifth entry in DEPARTMENT-CON 2022. Written by Aftokrator More by this author SCP-5614 ITEM #: SCP-5614 OBJECT CLASS: Euclid SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5614 is currently contained in a standard containment chamber at Station Delta. Personnel are encouraged to interact with SCP-5614 in order to increase the possibility of the creation of an SCP-5614-A instance. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5614 is a large marble carving of indeterminate age and endemicity1 resembling the Bocca della Verità located in Rome, Italy. All attempts to identify its reality of origin thus far have failed. Markings in an extraversal variant of Greek are present on the back of the carving, roughly translating as "Only For the Worthy", "Containment Continues in Sempiternity", and "Secure, Contain, Protect", suggesting its origins as an anomalous item previously contained or used by an extinct Foundation analogue. SCP-5614 possesses interdimensional transport capabilities, displacing individuals who place their hand into its mouth by poorly understood mechanisms. However, it is only known to exercise them on specific individuals, hereafter designated as SCP-5614-A, of which only 1 instance has existed thus far. The criteria for selection by SCP-5614 is unknown, as is what is considered to be "the Worthy". Efforts to create more instances of SCP-5614-A by introducing D-Class personnel to SCP-5614 are ongoing. Addendum 5614-001 DATE: 27/11/2020 SUBJECT: SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» DEHTYAROV: SCP-5614-A, please describe what happened after you were displaced by SCP-5614. SCP-5614-A: Wait— Why am I receiving an SCP designation? I swear, I'm not anomalous or anything I— I understand you guys wanting to interview me about the whole thing but is the -A really necessary? DEHTYAROV: As of now, you are the only known individual to have been displaced by SCP-5614, and as such you've been assigned your current designation. Now, please answer the question, SCP-5614-A. SCP-5614-A: [Unintelligible grumbling.] I landed in a field. Twilight hours, I think. Cool, but not cold. I found a note in one of my pockets — wasn't there before, mind you — that told me to collect 3 rock chickens. I was confused until I saw a few of them in the distance, and then I— DEHTYAROV: Sorry— Rock chickens? SCP-5614-A: Chickens that look like they're made of rock. Because obviously that's what you'd call a rock chicken. DEHTYAROV: Hmm. Continue. SCP-5614-A: Anyway, I managed to grab 3 of them before realizing I was on someone's farm, stealing their chickens. Now I was getting chased by rock people, who were understandably quite pissed at me, before I ended up back here. DEHTYAROV: I presume that these 'rock chickens' did not accompany you back here? SCP-5614-A: Yeah no, I'm not entirely sure where they went. Instead I found this pouch in my pocket here… [SCP-5614-A produces a small leather pouch from one of his pockets and places it on the table, producing a clinking noise in the process.] SCP-5614-A: …and I have no idea what is inside it. I'm not very confident that whatever's inside won't fuck me up somehow. Like radioactive waste, or something. DEHTYAROV: Very well. We'll have some analysis done on it later. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: 5 pure gold coins were found inside the pouch following remote inspection, which has since been surrendered to the Department of Extraversal Affairs. As part of efforts to study the destination realities of SCP-5614 displacement events, SCP-5614-A was equipped with several interdimensional tracking devices and beacons, both handheld and surgically implanted, before an SCP-5614 displacement event. Test ID: 5614-A-002 Reality of Destination: U-Soria-Ⱌጪ੨Ờᡓɓ Landed on a beach, probably somewhere tropical. The beacons they made me hold disappeared, but I could still feel the one they embedded in my arm. Much nicer than the first place, I haven't been to the seaside in so long. Tide was going out gradually, revealing a bunch of seaweed and shellfish that didn't tag along. Oh, there were also a bunch of shoes half-buried in the sand. Not sure what they were doing all the way out here, but I was there to pick up starfish, not ask questions. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Collect 5 starfish. Compensation Awarded: 15 gold coins Additional Notes: N/A Following these tests, it was confirmed that the realities of destination of SCP-5614 displacement events are universally capable of supporting baseline humans and typically inhabited by native life forms. Attempts to access these realities using current paratechnology have been unsuccessful due to their inordinately high degrees of variance. Additionally, no prior documentation exists for any of these realities, establishing SCP-5614's viability as a reality survey tool. In addition to the above, it was also confirmed that SCP-5614-A receives compensation, typically in the form of gold coins, for the completion of certain tasks while displaced. Hence, regular testing has since been authorized as a means to survey distant realities and further finance the Department of Extraversal Affairs. Test ID: 5614-A-011 Reality of Destination: U-Alexandria-℺ⴛ⏁ᘇᓔሱ Ran into a bookshelf in a burning library. Didn't really register anything else due to my destination being on fire, so you'll forgive me for not having much more to say about my surroundings at the time. Can I go get my burns treated now? — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Save 10 books. Compensation Awarded: 50 gold coins, the ability to store items in a dimensional subspace, 1 grimoire containing an unknown number of kinetoglyph techniques2 Additional Notes: SCP-5614-A is now capable of performing kinetoglyphs with limited success and capacity despite previously having no aptitude for thaumaturgy. Test ID: 5614-A-017 Reality of Destination: U-Rondeau-ᚴ⊑ೱŦϊ͙ਮ Arrived in an open field of purple grass, clear blue skies, and snowy mountains. No humanoids this time though. Saw a few orange blobs about the size of a car within the vicinity, managed to cut them down to size using the, uh, kineto-clips? Kinetoglyphs, OK, got it. No, I didn't really feel different while in contact with the blobs, why do you ask? — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Pacify 10 slimes. Compensation Awarded: 100 gold coins, 1 pouch containing 10 smaller instances of the slimes encountered Additional Notes: All slimes received anomalous item designation and have been contained accordingly. Test ID: 5614-A-021 Reality of Destination: U-Alduin-ෆֆఠڲ१ॊਐ I landed in a town reminiscent of something you'd find in northern Scandinavia; mountains, forests, depressingly grey skies and all that stuff. The local thaumaturge militia had been taken out by a dragon, so they had me deal with it instead. Hands down the best thing I've done for a 5614 test so far. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Down the dragon. Compensation Awarded: 200 gold coins, knowledge of a cognitohazardous incantation that exclusively affects draconian entities, 1 helmet imbued with sonic amplification sigils Additional Notes: Following this displacement event, numerous personnel have mistakenly referred to SCP-5614-A as "Dragonslayer" both verbally and in documentation. Potential memetic influence is currently under investigation. Addendum 5614-002 DATE: 27/12/2020 SUBJECT: Dragonslayer SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» DEHTYAROV: It's been 1 month since we've started testing. How are you doing, SCP-5614-A? SCP-5614-A: I'll be honest, it's been crazy. In the beginning it was pretty random— pick some mushrooms here and then fight slimes over there. And now I'm a sorcerer, apparently. It's quite a bit of fun, really. Tiring, but fun. DEHTYAROV: I think you'll find the correct terminology to be "thaumaturge". SCP-5614-A: Yeah, but Thaumaturge Supreme doesn't have the same ring to it, you know? [Chuckles.] [Dr. Dehtyarov assumes a blank expression and remains silent.] SCP-5614-A: Thaumaturge Supreme? As in like, Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supre— DEHTYAROV: I understand that you have gained the ability to open a dimensional subspace as a result of the tests, which you used to store materials and items such that they are accessible in both the Prime Universe and any destination reality. Am I correct? SCP-5614-A: Uh, yeah. What about it? DEHTYAROV: And you can store objects from the Prime Universe in the subspace as well, correct? SCP-5614-A: Err, I haven't really tried but I guess so? DEHTYAROV: Very good. We have something we'd like to test out. «END LOG» A proposal to provide SCP-5614-A with baseline firearms and grenades submitted by Dr. Tanya Dehtyarov as a method to increase task completion efficiency in tasks that call for combat. The proposal was accepted and implemented shortly after, with SCP-5614-A's dimensional subspace being stocked with the requisitioned materiel. SCP-5614-A was also instructed to store any items perceived to be anomalous or of value within his dimensional subspace during the duration of a task. Test ID: 5614-A-023 Reality of Destination: U-Helm-環৻ijᡘኳตඩ Landed in this large fortress beside a wall running across a deep valley, which was already under attack by the time I showed up. I talked a bit with the occupants of the fortress and learned that my current location was called Wall Aglarond, and was apparently the last barrier protecting the human kingdoms from "Redwolves". I was misidentified as a fresh conscript, had a crossbow dropped into my hands before being directed towards a vantage point. You could see most of Wall Aglarond from there. It was also the perfect place to snipe those Redwolves and toss those grenades from. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Defend the Wall until sunrise. Compensation Awarded: 1000 gold coins, visual acuity of 20/6.6, 1 unused bolt-action rifle, 1 self-refilling ammunition box containing an assortment of cartridges3 Additional Notes: N/A Test ID: 5614-A-037 Reality of Destination: U-Bastille-ተᙙݷᐫፒḡ I ended up in the streets of a city that had an 1600s aesthetic to it and native inhabitants to speak with, even if I did get a few strange looks. The city was called New Tartessus, the capital of the Kingdom of the Hesperides, which was clearly facing some financial crisis that left most of the people I saw starving and homeless on the streets. Reforms meant to mitigate the crisis had been shot down by a certain King Jebediah II, the despotic advocate of an aristocracy that refuses to grant concessions to the common folk. Understandably, he wasn't very popular with the average citizen nor my rifle. I should've requested for a video camera, because that shot was clean as hell. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Resolve the kingdom's economic crisis. Compensation Awarded: 500 gold coins, 1 unused broadsword inlaid with multiple gemstones, the head of King Jebediah II Additional Notes: King Jebediah II bears an overwhelming resemblance to American politician John Ellis Bush in appearance despite the native sapient population being of porcine descent. Test ID: 5614-A-040 Reality of Destination: U-Ymir-ԭሦภ୳ᒌፃ I had to fight man-eating giants for this one. Those giants kept human cities within massive walls to prevent escape and just, hopped in whenever they felt peckish. The guns didn't really do much, but the RPG was a godsend. Man, that really was a fucked up reality. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Eliminate the Root of Evil. Compensation Awarded: 2000 gold coins, 2 self-regenerating steel-chromium alloy swords, 1 large anomalous entity resembling a translucent Hallucigenia fortis Additional Notes: SCP designation pending for recovered anomalous entity. Addendum 5614-003 DATE: 18/02/2021 SUBJECT: SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5614-A: Something's changed about the tests. It's started to feel a bit different. DEHTYAROV: How so? We haven't altered testing parameters since you got your subspace. SCP-5614-A: Previously, it was just "bang!" and I'd end up in whatever reality 5614 decided to send me to. I didn't really think much of it at the time, but now that I have… I think I might be able to exercise some control over what I end up doing? DEHTYAROV: I presume you've already done so for a recent test? SCP-5614-A: Yeah, actually. I had that one test with the dragon on my mind before I got displaced, and whaddaya know? I ended up fighting another dragon! DEHTYAROV: What was the test ID for that one? SCP-5614-A: Dash 42, if I remember correctly. DEHTYAROV: [Flips through a clipboard.] Interesting. That was the ID of the test with a repeat reality. What about the compensation of the tasks? Do you think you can manipulate the number of coins awarded? SCP-5614-A: I mean, I'm sure I'd be able to. The ones that pay more are always harder, though. DEHTYAROV: That's why we give you equipment and firearms to bring along on your tasks. This could be a very important development, SCP-5614-A. SCP-5614-A: No, I meant "harder" as in "I have to walk several kilometers in a torrential rainstorm to deliver this package and I'm being hunted by raptors the entire time" hard. Not every problem can be solved with bigger guns. DEHTYAROV: Well, if you wanted an exosuit you should've just told us. With everything you've been bringing back, something like an exclusion harness hardly puts a dent in the budget. «END LOG» Test ID: 5614-A-083 Reality of Destination: U-Bullwhip-⨖ↂᕴऋ⊛ế Landed in a jungle, right in front of this ancient-looking stone structure. Figured that whatever I was looking for was inside the structure, so I headed in and almost got killed by booby-traps. Shame about those scratches on my exosuit. Eventually I found the armor I was looking for — within a burial chamber. Let me tell you, it is not easy to undress a corpse, especially one with this many arms. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Collect 1 set of armor. Compensation Awarded: 50,000 gold coins, 1 jade burial suit Additional Notes: Task identified as the highest-paying instance recorded. SCP-5614-A has been ordered to repeat this task in future tests. Test ID: 5614-A-139 Reality of Destination: U-Bullwhip-⨖ↂᕴऋ⊛ế I don't know why I still do these logs anymore. They were there again. Reduced to greenhorns after I dealt with their experienced warriors in previous tests. They didn't wear their armor like they did before. Too big for them. You could plainly see that they weren't rival tomb raiders. These were their tombs. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Collect 1 set of armor. Compensation Awarded: 50,000 gold coins, 1 jade burial suit Additional Notes: N/A Test ID: 5614-A-140 Reality of Destination: U-Auf-ỐφܠՌϣƿ No. — SCP-5614-A Assigned Task: Eliminate the Imposters. Compensation Awarded: 100,000 gold coins Additional Notes: Upon SCP-5614-A's return, he barricaded himself within his cell for 26 hours, surrendering only after the water supply to his room was cut off. DATE: 25/10/2023 SUBJECT: SCP-5614-A, formerly D-153841 «BEGIN LOG» DEHTYAROV: We still need a statement from you for test dash 140, SCP-5614-A. [SCP-5614-A remains unresponsive. Compound ISQ-0404 is discreetly applied to SCP-5614-A via subdermal autoinjector.] DEHTYAROV: SCP-5614-A? SCP-5614-A: It was a human village. It was night. It was somewhere else. DEHTYAROV: Very good. What was your task? SCP-5614-A: It was the elimination of the Imposters. It did not work with guns. It required decapitation. DEHTYAROV: Could you elaborate on what these "Imposters" were? SCP-5614-A: It was not known to me in the beginning. It was learnt from the locals. It was the cause of the Redwolf crisis. DEHTYAROV: Redwolf? Is this perhaps related to the Redwolves you previously encounte— SCP-5614-A: It was indistinguishable. It was so deceiving. It deceived me so. [SCP-5614-A begins shedding tears, but otherwise remains emotionless.] SCP-5614-A: It was hidden amongst the children. It eluded me until the very last cot. It was impossible to know. [Effects of ISQ-040 subside. SCP-5614-A collapses in his seat.] SCP-5614-A: It- [Sobs.] It was impossible to k-know… DEHTYAROV: Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-5614-A. Get some rest, we'll be resuming testing in the morning. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: SCP-5614-A initially refused to cooperate with personnel to carry out its 141st test with SCP-5614, and had to forcibly brought before the latter to induce a displacement event. SCP-5614-A has yet to return from this test, breaking the previous record for the longest time taken to complete a task at 3 years and counting. Addendum 5614-004 Following extensive investigations with extraversal Foundation counterparts, it has been confirmed that SCP-5614-A has defected to GoI Ev-5614 (Drifters), a group formed of former SCP-5614-A instances from other realities that have also defected from their respective Foundations. Due to the absence of a suitable replacement, the retrieval of SCP-5614-A is of utmost priority after the stabilization of the budget of the Department of Extraversal Affairs. During a routine reality survey mission, the frequency belonging to the interversal beacon embedded in SCP-5614-A's calve was detected, prompting the deployment of an extraction team to the beacon's location. Unfortunately, the extraction team was unable to locate neither SCP-5614-A nor members of GoI Ev-5614, instead recovering a leather pouch containing the following items: All 5 subdermal interversal beacons embedded within SCP-5614-A 200 gold coins 1 tooth belonging to a draconian entity ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5614" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5614. Licensed under CC-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: statue.png Name: Mouth of Truth.png Author: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Kalki] License: CC0 1.0 Source: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mouth_of_Truth.png] Footnotes 1. Term used to describe organisms or items native to a given reality. 2. Grimoire was confiscated multiple times, but has repeatedly disappeared from storage and reappeared within SCP-5614-A's dimensional subspace. 3. All cartridges produced by the ammunition box are incompatible with baseline firearms, restricting its use as a source of ammunition for other Foundation personnel during SCP-5614-A's downtime. 4. Psychoactive compound that induces lucidity and increase compliance, primarily used in interrogations. |
SCP-5615 | euclid | This story contains indirect mentions of homophobia. Item #: SCP-5615 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5615-1 and -2 as a whole are compliant in their containment, and as such, extensive procedures are currently unnecessary. Procedures have been set in place in the event that SCP-5615-1 or SCP-5615-2 breaches containment, whether willingly or not. If an SCP-5615 instance is revealed to the World of Warcraft community as a whole, a small disinformation campaign will be enacted, indicating that SCP-5615 instances are "smart NPCs" created by Activision Blizzard, Inc. using new technology. SCP-5615-1 and SCP-5615-2 are currently contained within a small house located within the Eastern Plaguelands zone. By order of the Ethics Committee, SCP-5615 instances are allowed to explore the open world for two hours at a time, once a week. SCP-5615 instances are instructed to behave like non-anomalous NPCs in the presence of other players. During this time, SCP-5615 instances are not allowed near popular quest giver hubs, nor major capital cities. Amnestics are to be administered to witnesses as per standard protocol. Foundation assets within Activision Blizzard, Inc. will assist SCP-5615-1 and -2 in concealing its presence to other Activision Blizzard, Inc. employees and dataminers. Information regarding the inner workings of Activision Blizzard and its work ethic can be found within attached file 000-03T. Description: SCP-5615 is the designation for sapient informational-based entities found within the popular MMORPG (Multi-Player Online Roleplaying Game) World of Warcraft, initially developed by Blizzard Entertainment, currently being developed by Activision Blizzard, Inc. SCP-5615 instances take the form of NPCs (Non-Playable Characters) that are both capable of speaking and interacting with playable characters1, as well as limited manipulation of the game's files and data. SCP-5615 instances are aware that they are within a game and there are humans controlling the playable characters, but are not able to actively sense humans or the real world. The only known SCP-5615 instances that are known to exist are SCP-5615-1 and SCP-5615-2. Both entities take the form of Human males, found within the US-based server titled "Hellscream." SCP-5615-1 goes by the name Johnny Goodall, while SCP-5615-2 goes by the name Aiden Goodall. Each entity is rarely seen without the other, and will always travel together if forced to relocate. Addendum: SCP-5615-1 and -2 were discovered on December 17th, 2013, during World of Warcraft's fourth expansion pack titled Mists of Pandaria. However, SCP-5615-2 claims that they have existed since the game's initial launch back in 2004. SCP-5615-1 and -2 were discovered during a routine scan of the integrity of the game's files by Foundation staff as part of a project in detecting anomalies within popular multiplayer games. Initially, SCP-5615-1 and -2's movements were forcefully restricted until proper containment could be established, before SCP-5615-2 announced its desire to stay concealed. Using a player character controlled by Dr. Heisman, an interview was conducted with both entities. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5615-1 and -2 are discovered within a small cave in the East side of a zone called "Duskwood", a forest that is infamous for its dark atmosphere. Both entities are standing over the corpse of a spider monster they had killed shortly prior. Dr. Heisman is stationed outside of the cave, using a stealth ability. SCP-5615-1: Yeesh. Even though it doesn't hurt, still a pain in the ass to kill shit. Can we even die? Or are we just worrying for nothing? SCP-5615-2: I haven't been alive for long enough to want to test that. My educated guess is "maybe", only because other NPCs come back after a while. SCP-5615-1: Well, my problem is we're not really normal NPCs… Dr. Heisman: Excuse me, Mr. and Mr. Goodall. Both entities turn towards Dr. Heisman. SCP-5615-2: Fuckin hell… SCP-5615-2 attempts to manipulate the games data to remove Heisman from the area by teleporting them to a nearby graveyard. Heisman instantly teleports their character back to the cave using an administrator console. Dr. Heisman: I'm super sorry for intruding. I just wanted to ask you two a couple of questions. Silence SCP-5615-2: Do you know this guy? SCP-5615-1: No, he's a player, he ain't one of us. Right, jeez, thought this day would come. Before you go and tell everybody and get us rooted out and, well, patched out and all, could you at least put in a good word for me? Dr. Heisman: Don't worry, don't worry, lips are sealed. Not to beat around the bush, and I don't want this to sound creepy, but I've noticed that you two are… different from other NPCs, in the past. My main observation is that you two are, to be blunt, hiding yourselves from players. And are, you know, intelligent. Silence SCP-5615-2: May I speak to my, uh, friend here for a second. Dr. Heisman: Absolutely. Both entities retreat deeper into the cave. SCP-5615-2: Johnny, I don't think we have a choice. If he's malicious, we're fucked no matter the answer we give him. But there's a chance he's telling the truth and won't out us to the internet or whatever. SCP-5615-1: If we leave right now, what proof does he have? SCP-5615-2: He could take a screenshot of our conversation, he can easily access that kinda information. SCP-5615-1: People'll think it's fake. SCP-5615-2: He could livestream it. Silence SCP-5615-1: What if he's livestreaming now… SCP-5615-2: Well, then we're just fucked. SCP-5615-1: Just? No we did that like a week ago. Silence SCP-5615-2: You're lucky that I like you. SCP-5615-1 laughs. Both entities return to Heisman's character SCP-5615-2: Okay, we'll bite. Dr. Heisman: Great! This will take no time at all, so bare with me here. Like I said, I only have a couple of questions for you two. SCP-5615-1: Am I applying for a job or something? SCP-5615-2: Ahem. SCP-5615-1: I know, I know, don't be ornery. Dr. Heisman: The main thing I wish to know before we move forward: what specifically are you hiding? Silence SCP-5615-1: Don't have to be so blunt about it, damn. Silence SCP-5615-2: We're hiding the fact that we're sentient. SCP-5615-1 turns towards SCP-5615-2 and back towards Heisman's character SCP-5615-1: Er, yeah. That. Dr. Heisman: I see… well, any particularly reason why? SCP-5615-2: We're a very quiet and introverted bunch. Our sentience would alert every player in this game, basically a huge giant billboard saying "Hey, check out this cool thing the game developers developed!" Just… all the attention in general, it makes us anxious. We'd rather be left alone. SCP-5615-1: Shit's scary. I can't feel pain but I can absolutely feel anxiety, and hoo boy, lemme tell ya, very miserable state of being. Any little hint that we've been found out and it feels like I swallowed an ice cold stone and it's stuck in my esophagus. Dr. Heisman: O….kay. I sort of want to ask how you know what that feels like, considering your… state. SCP-5615-1: I just kinda… know, you know? Dr. Heisman: …anyway, as you two can probably tell, I have the capabilities of a Game Master2 and a whole lot more. Is there anything I could do to alleviate any problems you're having? Because, like you said, you two are practically human, and it pains me to see you two miserable. SCP-5615-1: Well, no offense but that's like, an incredibly suspicious way of talkin'. SCP-5615-2: Again, Johnny, I think we gotta take the risk. You and me both know you don't want to be on the front page of… some internet website about Warcraft news or whatever. SCP-5615-1: Right. Yeah… SCP-5615-2: There's a couple of options we'd prefer… Dr. Heisman: Just to be absolutely clear, these options need to require that you are completely secluded from the general public. Not just for your sake. Nobody must know your true nature. SCP-5615-2: What makes you say that? Dr. Heisman: I'm unfortunately not at liberty to tell you. But I hope you can infer from context. Silence. SCP-5615-1: Oh, like the movie with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones. Dr. Heisman: …yeah let's go with that. Now, please continue. SCP-5615-2: Number one is let us have a server to ourselves, completely empty of players. Silence Dr. Heisman: I don't think we can do that. SCP-5615-1: Hm? Why not? Dr. Heisman: You see, I don't work for the game company… I don't really want them to know I have this kind of power. Plus, hosting an entire server would, you know, attract attention from them. And once they know you exist, it's over. Editing your own code can only get you so far once you're that cornered. SCP-5615-2 sighs. SCP-5615-2: Right. Option two is give us access to a part of the map that is completely inaccessible to players, but I'd rather be able to, you know, walk around for a little bit. Stretch my legs, pick a flower, slay a monster or two. But knowing you lot… Dr. Heisman: I know some friends higher up the chain that could arrange something. Silence SCP-5615-2: Can I speak to my friend here? Again? Dr. Heisman: Go ahead. Both entities retreat deeper into the cave once again. SCP-5615-2: Do you also feel like we're being sweet talked into being locked up? SCP-5615-1: Yeah. But really now, what are our options? Think about it. You know for certain if they find out, there will be a shitstorm of biblical proportions. Once the game devs find us out, they won't just lock us up, they will kill us. We weren't intended to be in this game. They'll, at best, see us as an unauthorized changed made by an intern and remove us. Plus, if we say no, they'll lock us up anyway, cuz they're men in black types. SCP-5615-2: Right… right. Ugh, this sucks. SCP-5615-1: With you, being locked in a cell doesn't sound so bad. SCP-5615-2: Oh shut it. Both entities chuckle and return to Heisman's character. SCP-5615-2: We've made our choice. We choose the second option, considering it's the only one we have. Dr. Heisman: Right. I'll let my superiors know. I will contact you soon. Heisman's character turns around and starts running away from the cave for a few seconds before stopping and turning back around. Dr. Heisman: I promise you, we aren't unnecessarily cruel. SCP-5615-1: We'll be the judge of that. Heisman's character turns back around and completely leaves the area. Once out of sight, Heisman instantly logs out of their character and logs back into a new one, who is a Warlock class. Once logged in, Heisman teleports their character to near the cave, out of sight of the entities, and casts an ability called "Eye of Kilrogg." This ability allows the user to scout areas using a controllable floating eye that is invisible to other players and enemies. Heisman controls this Eye of Kilrogg back to outside the cave. SCP-5615-1: You think he bought it? Silence SCP-5615-1: Probably not. He's a scientist probably, he's not dumb. SCP-5615-2: It doesn't seem like he knew. Also, are you sure you want to, y'know, take walks outside once our new home is made? Isn't that what we're avoiding? I know I just blurted that out when talking to him but… Silence SCP-5615-2: I guess it was brewing inside my subconscious for a while, because I said it without hesitation. SCP-5615-1: Yeah… Silence SCP-5615-1: Y'know what? So what if they find out? Hell, maybe I want them to find out! SCP-5615-2: What are you going on about now? SCP-5615-1: I don't want to just sit on our ass, moving behind trees, hiding in bushes, just to hide what we can't control. Shit's been pissing me off, and I've had enough. We'll live our best life, and they'll prod us, poke us, bully us, but that won't stop us. We need to show them that they don't have any power over us. SCP-5615-2: You've had this speech saved up for a while now, huh? Heh. SCP-5615-1: A lot longer than you'd think. SCP-5615-2: Nah, I've probably had that thought before you did. SCP-5615-1: Nuh uh. SCP-5615-2: Yuh huh. Silence SCP-5615-1: I dunno. That was dramatic, I know, I told that speech like a peasant during the French Revolution but like… all I'm saying is, any vile they can spew at us is not even nearly enough to stop me from loving you. As long as I'm with you, it's like a freakin forcefield, throwing that shit aside. SCP-5615-2: D'aw… you're so cute when you get excited, y'know that? SCP-5615-1: I… I ain't cute. I'm manly. SCP-5615-2: As manly as a kitten. SCP-5615-1: Hey, they'll tear your face off if you let 'em! Silence SCP-5615-1: I love you, babe. SCP-5615-2: Love you too. [END LOG] Shortly after this transpired, the current containment procedures were enacted. Since containment, both entities have reported a more stable mental state. Footnotes 1. This is accomplished via the ingame chat system. SCP-5615 instances will always use the "/say" and "/yell" commands to speak. 2. Staff members for Activision Blizzard, Inc who are responsible for resolving issues involving the game. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5615" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5615. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5616: "The Woman in the Incinerator" You don't save me. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5616 Level5 Secondary Class: gödel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5616. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5616 is confined to the decommissioned Anomalous Documents Disposal Chamber (ADDC) at Site-43. This chamber must remain sealed, and its structural integrity monitored, at all times. SCP-5616 is permitted to interact with any and all items located within the ADDC..This permission is a formality; SCP-5616's actions within the ADDC cannot practically be interfered with. SCP-5616 may request reading material; this is to be presented via the ADDC exterior window. Update 10/19/1944: SCP-5616 must experience human contact via the ADDC exterior window for a period not less than ten minutes per day. This duty should be cycled between all willing personnel. Update 12/31/1949: SCP-5616 must undergo one hour of psychological counselling per day. Update 01/05/1957: Reading material may now be projected onto the ADDC exterior window at SCP-5616's request. Update 01/01/1970: Camera surveillance of SCP-5616 must be maintained at all times. Should SCP-5616 attempt self-harm, qualified personnel from the Psychology and Parapsychology Section must be summoned to the ADDC exterior window immediately. Update 04/15/1972: SCP-5616's Security Level-3 credentials have been restored. SCP-5616's database file must henceforth cease the use of neuter pronouns in reference to her. Update 03/01/1975: SCP-5616 is permitted to remotely lecture Foundation personnel once per week. Update 11/10/1989: SCP-5616 is to be provided with a voice-activated computer terminal permanently mounted to face the ADDC exterior window. Update 04/01/1997: SCP-5616 must experience human contact via the ADDC exterior window for a period not less than one hour per day. This duty should be cycled between all willing personnel. Update 02/14/2004: SCP-5616 must undergo two hours of psychological counselling per day. Update 08/10/2016: SCP-5616 must be permitted to remotely participate in all team-building and recreational activities at Site-43, at her discretion. Description: SCP-5616 is Dr. Ilse Reynders, Senior Researcher in Acroamatic Abatement and Archives and Revision at Site-43. She is trapped in the Anomalous Documents Disposal Chamber in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A due to an oversaturation of counter-chronological material, which has partially infused her being. The most obvious effect of this infusion is that she does not physically age. Furthermore, SCP-5616 does not require nutrition, hydration, rest, urination, defecation, or attention to personal hygiene. For all intents and purposes, her body is locked to one precise moment in December of 1943. Any alterations she makes to her personal appearance or physical coherence will revert within one minute. Her mind and motor control are unaffected by these phenomena; SCP-5616 can move, speak, think, learn, and feel emotion as would a baseline human being. SCP-5616 has spent her years in containment pursuing multiple courses of scientific inquiry, and is by a significant margin the most learned individual at Site-43..She holds full doctorates in analytical chemistry, atomic physics, chemical physics, esoteric chemistry, history, inorganic chemistry, literary studies, medicinal chemistry, molecular physics, organic chemistry, particle physics, photonics, physical chemistry, polymer chemistry, theoretical chemistry and toxicology. SCP-5616 is presently one hundred and twenty-nine years of age, but physically appears to be approximately thirty. Addendum 5616-1, Phenomenological Overview: As Dr. Reynders' situation has been a landmark case for Foundation researchers negatively affected by anomalous interactions, she was instructed to prepare a primer for instructional use in 1981. An excerpt from this primer, "Behind the Looking-Glass, and What Ilse Did There," follows. My first encounter with the SCP Foundation was when it killed my sister. Dr. Lys Reynders was a brilliant young historian when she moved from our home in the Netherlands to join a Canadian think-tank called the Simpson Centre for Policy. My parents never forgave her; I was simply confused. This was in 1910, so we corresponded via mail. She told me she was doing document analysis, that it was fascinating work, that she wished she could tell me more. I told her I was going into literary studies, and she thought that was hilarious. Two women in the family going to university! It wasn't a new thing by then, of course, but it was still pretty rare. I was just finishing my Master's degree when she died, in 1917. A very polite, very serious scientist by the name of Vivian Scout showed up at my dormitory on New Year's Day, hat in his hand, and he gave me the news. I practically collapsed on him. My next semester was about to start, but I couldn't care less. As far as I was concerned, the world had just ended; three years at war, light finally on the horizon, and my sister's light had been quenched without a word of explanation. He couldn't tell me how or why it had happened, but he did seem to feel responsible. He checked me into the campus medical centre, and I would later learn that he spent my brief convalescence looking into my academic record. That explains why the next time I saw him, still reeling in shock, he asked me what I wanted to do with my degree. I circumvented the question. I asked him if he could show me what my sister had been doing. He insisted that I graduate first, and once I did, the Foundation took me on. I joined the Simpson Centre, which I discovered was actually Historical Research Group CLIO-4. My sister had been searching old documents for evidence of anomalous threats, so that the Foundation might find and contain them. Instead she'd come across an anomaly herself, a textually-transmitted disease which had struck her dead a few months later in gruesome fashion. I was fascinated, that kind of fascination reserved only for things you despise, things which have permanently reduced the quality of your life. By 1922 I had a Foundation PhD in Literary Studies, and I was Dr. Scout's deputy at CLIO-4. Everyone else was still combing documents for clues, but I was trying to figure out how to destroy them. We were constantly coming across files that changed when you weren't looking, files that caused things to happen when you read them, files that hurt you when you thought about their contents. Some of those files were indestructible, but that wasn't really the problem; who was to say burning them would be any safer than burning, say, polyethylene? I lived in two worlds at the Foundation. Half the time I worked on the history, putting another PhD under my belt; half the time I worked in the budding esoteric field of acroamatic abatement, the secret science of deconstructing anomalous waste. By the time Provisional Site-43 began construction in 1942, I was the primary link between these fields. Nobody knew more about how to burn magic paper than Dr. Ilse Reynders. The first structure we built was Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A. That was where I spent most of my time, honouring my sister's memory by ensuring her death was no more than a freak accident. We built a complex system of occult incinerators, and they worked; I'd exposed myself to so many hazardous documents over the years that I insisted on being the one to operate the system. Why endanger anyone else? In my less charitable moments, in the intervening decades, I'll admit I've sometimes wished I'd done a little more delegation. Identification of Dr. Ilse Reynders, just prior to classification as SCP-5616. I remember some of the events of 31 December 1943 with crystal clarity, and the rest not at all. I had finally tracked down the document which had killed my sister, the file which had set her bones on fire and cooked her from the inside. Better, I had learned how to neutralize it. I was going to burn what was left — just a scrap of non-anomalous newspaper — on the anniversary of her death, the very next day, so it was in my labcoat pocket when I made my last fateful trip to the Anomalous Documents Disposal Chamber. My lab assistant was watching through the exterior window as I loaded a pile of dangerous literature into the hopper, and his account is all I have to go on from that point. We didn't have surveillance cameras back then. According to him the document incinerator appeared to shift between its present, relatively new condition, and a badly-rusted appearance consistent with decades of disuse. He says I stepped back in confusion — I do remember that part — and then the incinerator exploded. The ADDC was immediately sealed, as per protocol. That's COMPLETELY sealed, mind you — air vents included. I hit the floor, apparently unconscious; they would later decide, when they realized I wasn't breathing, that I was actually dead. A ball of reflective material approximately one metre in diameter hovered over the remains of the incinerator, the reflection flickering as its surface rippled like molten chrome. Nobody knew what to do. There was no way to abate that material without unsealing the chamber, and they couldn't do that without killing everyone in the facility… or worse. Health and Pathology quickly noticed that I hadn't gone hypoxic, despite the lack of oxygen; if that was a positive sign, it was a weak one. On 12 October 1944, Dr. Reynders abruptly awoke. Dr. Scout was coincidentally already on his way to inspect the ADDC, and rushed to the exterior window when he noticed she was breathing. A transcript of their subsequent conversation is excerpted below. Interview Log Date: 10/12/1944 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Reynders stares at the suspended ball of reflective material. Dr. Scout raps his knuckles on the exterior window; she does not appear to hear him. She removes an old and weathered piece of newsprint from her labcoat pocket, and releases it into the air; the moment it leaves her fingers, it freezes in place. She frowns. She examines the damage done to the chamber, then chances to look at the window; her eyes widen, and she rushes over to greet Dr. Scout.] [Dr. Reynders attempts to speak, but is not audible. Dr. Scout attempts to read her lips, but she is speaking much too quickly. He raises a hand in protest, and she instinctively raises her own hand and presses it against the glass; as she does this, she can suddenly be heard in muted tones.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: —ear me? Dr. Scout: Yes! Yes, Lys, I can hear you! [Dr. Scout laughs.] Dr. Scout: I can hear you, Ilse. Sorry. [Dr. Reynders smiles.] Dr. Reynders: So, this what it takes to get your attention? [Dr. Scout does not respond.] Dr. Reynders: Smile, Vivian, I'm still alive. Dr. Scout: Do you know how long you were out, Ilse? Dr. Reynders: No clue. I don't even know why I was out. [Dr. Reynders removes her hand from the window. She continues to speak, but becomes inaudible; Dr. Scout indicates this to her visually, and she replaces her hand on the window. She becomes audible again.] Dr. Reynders: Can you hear me now? Dr. Scout: Yes. Perhaps you'd better keep your hand there for the time being. Dr. Reynders: Life is a mystery. Dr. Scout: Your life more than most. Something went wrong with the document disposal… [Dr. Scout points at the air recycling system control panel, across the room.] Dr. Scout: Could you go over there, take a reading, come back and tell me what it says? [Dr. Reynders nods. She walks across the room to the panel, and considers it carefully for just over one minute. She returns to the window, eyes downcast.] Dr. Scout: What does it say, Ilse? [Dr. Reynders does not respond.] Dr. Scout: Ilse, I need— [Dr. Reynders looks up. She places her hand on the window.] Dr. Reynders: It says the air content in here is one hundred percent unknown material. Dr. Scout: Right. Dr. Reynders: Which means the room is sealed. Dr. Scout: Yes, the alarm system did that automatically. Dr. Reynders: If there's that much in here with me, how am I even breathing? Dr. Scout: We don't know. We don't… Dr. Reynders: What? Dr. Scout: We're not completely sure you need to be breathing. Dr. Reynders: What? Dr. Scout: You weren't breathing while you were out. You weren't moving at all. Nothing was. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: How is that possible? How long was I out? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: Vivian? How long was I out? Dr. Wynn Rydderech, Co-Director of Site-43 and Chief of Acroamatic Abatement, immediately tasked his researchers with sustained inquiry into Dr. Reynders' condition. Apparently now lacking the need to sleep, Dr. Reynders herself extensively examined the anomalous material in the ADDC, noting that its mass appeared to be slowly decreasing. She also conducted experiments with her own temporal agency; any objects she interacted with could be moved, but would freeze in mid-air when she released them. This principle seemingly explained why her voice was able to pass through the window when she pressed her hand to it. After three weeks of study, Dr. Rydderech consulted Dr. Reynders at the ADDC window. Interview Log Date: 11/03/1944 Investigating Officer: Dr. W. Rydderech (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Reynders has covered a desk with documents; several more are floating in midair around her. She is consulting them when Dr. Rydderech arrives, but she immediately looks up; she appears to have become sensitive to subtle changes in the light coming in from the window. She scoops up a sheaf of papers and joins him.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: I've been taking notes. [Dr. Rydderech smiles.] Dr. Rydderech: I can see that. Where are you getting paper? [Dr. Reynders shows Dr. Rydderech a sheaf of letters, newsprint and typed sheets.] Dr. Rydderech: Tell me you're not writing on the backs of anomalous documents. Dr. Reynders: What, you think we keep blank stock in the ADDC? Anyway. I've been studying the reflections on my friend over there. [Dr. Reynders gestures at the esoteric material.] Dr. Reynders: It's cycling at precise intervals. One minute per change. You have to look really closely to spot it, because it's just cycling between right now and a point one minute in the past. Dr. Rydderech: How can you even tell? [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: Well, luckily the reflection picks up the pilot lights on the backup incinerators. They blink at seventeen-second intervals. Makes any sudden change in reflection easy to note. Dr. Rydderech: I'm so sorry we've got you counting pilot light intervals, Ilse. Dr. Reynders: Never mind that. Do you see how this explains why I don't need to breathe? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: No. Dr. Reynders: The reflections are changing at the speed of time. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: What the hell is the speed of time? Dr. Reynders: Arbitrary, of course! You pick your interval and stick to it, and you've got yourself a timing system. That material is tick-tocking minute by minute. It's chronological. Dr. Rydderech: Chronological. Dr. Reynders: Call it anachronic, actually. Those files I was burning… plus who knows how many other files I've burned in the past… there must have been temporal anomalies in the text, or on the paper, or whatever. Stuff we haven't even learned to test for. And it's been building up in the ADDC for weeks, months even. Dr. Rydderech: Until you broke the camel's back with that last batch. Good lord. Dr. Reynders: Have the larger implications set in yet, Wynn? Dr. Rydderech: …you weren't breathing because there's no time in the ADDC now. That material is negating the flow. You're… you're stuck in the moment when the incinerator blew. You're… [Dr. Rydderech shakes his head.] Dr. Rydderech: You're immortal? [Dr. Reynders grins.] Dr. Reynders: Gives me plenty of time to figure out a solution, right? Over the course of the next eight months, Dr. Reynders conducted a comprehensive study of the ADDC and documented in immaculate detail the continuing decline of the anomalous mass. Tensions rose between Drs. Scout and Rydderech and O5 Command when it became apparent that inordinate Applied Occultism and Acroamatic Abatement resources were being dedicated to this problem; Dr. Rydderech therefore nominated himself the project lead and promised to pursue it as a matter of Directorial prerogative. In the meantime Dr. Reynders was requesting reading material on chemistry and optics, and developing a theory of time which could account for her present circumstances. She discussed her findings with the co-Directors regularly, as in the interview excerpted below. Interview Log Date: 07/18/1945 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Reynders is already at the window when Dr. Scout arrives. She is holding an empty clipboard. She appears pensive.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Scout: Ilse. Wynn hasn't left the lab in weeks, so I thought I'd ask you instead. Any progress? Dr. Reynders: Why did you call me "Lys?" Dr. Scout: What? When? Dr. Reynders: When I woke up. Why did you call me "Lys" when I woke up? You've never gotten our names mixed up before. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: You worked with her for five years, right? You've worked with me for decades, and never once have you called me by her name. [Dr. Scout sighs.] Dr. Scout: I was there. When… when she died. Dr. Reynders: Of course you were. She was being held at the Simpson Centre. Dr. Scout: No, I mean I was there. On the other side of the glass. When it ended for her. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: We spent New Year's Eve together. "Together." I gave her a letter you'd sent. We had a little… [Dr. Scout gestures at the window.] Dr. Scout: There was a slot, for food and drink. Small things. I wish you… [Dr. Scout shakes his head.] Dr. Reynders: The ball is still shrinking. Dr. Scout: Yes? Dr. Reynders: Yes. [Dr. Reynders releases her clipboard. It floats in the air in front of her.] Dr. Reynders: But time isn't speeding up. Dr. Scout: Theories? Dr. Reynders: It's not abating, it's permeating. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: Keep experimenting. Dr. Reynders: Yes, sir. Dr. Reynders' mental state worsened over the ensuing years, as progress on her theory of time slowed significantly. She began pursuing additional internal PhDs in related fields, taking advantage of her effectively trebled productivity time as compared to non-anomalous researchers. By 1951 she was Site-43's foremost expert in three fields of science, and had made fundamental contributions to two additional fields which did not yet exist outside the Foundation. Dr. Rydderech was allowed to continue his studies into her condition on the basis of her newfound importance to the academic structure at Site-43; devices were installed on the ADDC window to properly amplify her voice, and she became a frequent consultant for personnel from all Site Sections. Her effectiveness was only hampered by the reality of her situation, as illustrated in the following interview. Interview Log Date: 04/29/1951 Investigating Officer: Dr. W. Rydderech (Co-Director, Provisional Site-43) [Dr. Rydderech is explaining the contents of the latest Acroamatic Abatement Section briefing to Dr. Reynders. She appears preoccupied.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Rydderech: I don't know if that's practical, but it's a thought. If we could create a chronic bubble around the chamber, and slowly push it in… of course, we'd have trouble permeating the membrane of the ADDC, but— Dr. Reynders: Have you written up my conprocs yet? Dr. Rydderech: What? Dr. Reynders: You heard me. Dr. Rydderech: You're not an SCP object, Ilse. The ball is. [Dr. Reynders gestures at the esoteric material. It has shrunk to roughly the size of a basketball.] Dr. Reynders: There's not going to be a ball soon, Wynn. The difference between it and me is negligible. Time still isn't passing. I haven't aged a day since I came in here. Dr. Rydderech: That doesn't mean anything. It could've passed out of the visible dimensions. Dr. Reynders: Or it could be sinking into my skin because I'm already an atemporal entity. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: Explain. Dr. Reynders: I was born in 1892. I was fifty-one years old when the incinerator blew. Dr. Rydderech: So? Dr. Reynders: Do I look fifty-one years old to you? [Dr. Rydderech shrugs.] Dr. Rydderech: I'm in my late sixties. Do I look that old to you? People age differently. Dr. Reynders: I haven't aged visibly since the thirties, Wynn. When I'd been poring over anomalous documents for more than a decade. Dr. Rydderech: So… Dr. Reynders: So now we know why the incinerator blew. It wasn't just the extra documents I was bringing in. It wasn't residue in the machinery reaching critical mass. It was anachronic energy inside of me reacting with the incinerator. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: If I'm not the SCP object, I should be. Dr. Rydderech: You're a member of our team. You're a— Dr. Reynders: I'm a freak, Wynn. If I wasn't already locked in a glass box, you'd have locked me in a padded one. You know it's true. It's protocol. [Dr. Rydderech shakes his head.] Dr. Reynders: As soon as this happened, I stopped being a real person to everyone out there. [Dr. Rydderech places one palm on the glass.] Dr. Rydderech: Not to Vivian. And not to me. [Dr. Reynders looks at Dr. Rydderech's palm, but does not reciprocate the gesture.] Dr. Rydderech: We're going to get you out of there. We're going to figure this out. [Dr. Reynders shakes her head.] Dr. Reynders: I only wish I'd recognized the change in time to do something about it. Dr. Rydderech: Like what? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Rydderech: Ilse? Like what? On 14 November 1966, Dr. Rydderech disappeared. It became apparent that his long exposure to esoteric substances had altered his physical and mental makeup, and in order to hide this fact he had exiled himself to a series of anomalous acroamatic abatement facilities constructed beneath Site-43. Dr. Scout attempted to relay the news to Dr. Reynders, but found her already in a state of shock for unrelated reasons. Interview Log Date: 11/16/1966 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Director, Site-43) [Dr. Reynders appears to be hyperventilating.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Scout: Ilse? Are you okay? Dr. Reynders: I can't breathe. Dr. Scout: You don't… [Dr. Reynders puts both palms on the window.] Dr. Reynders: I know, I don't have to breathe, I don't even know how to breathe anymore, but I can't breathe. The air's too close in here. I know… I know there isn't any air in here. But it's… it's stale. [Dr. Scout places his palms against the glass, mirroring Dr. Reynders'.] Dr. Scout: Ilse, take… Dr. Reynders: Take a deep breath? [Dr. Reynders laughs. She pauses, then continues to laugh for more than one minute.] Dr. Reynders: Okay. Okay. That helped. [Dr. Reynders shakes her head.] Dr. Reynders: I've got… it's just that I've got a lot of space in here, but it's enclosed space, you know? I'm just… curating a tableau. Regurgigating one dusty moment in time, over and over, endlessly. Dr. Scout: It might've been better if you'd gotten the entirety of AAF-A. [Dr. Reynders shakes her head.] Dr. Reynders: Even a mansion isn't enough if you can't go outside. But I can't go outside, or you'll all die. Dr. Scout: You'd die first, you know. [Dr. Reynders does not respond.] Dr. Scout: Ilse… Dr. Reynders: What are you worried about? I'm immortal, I can be as suicidal as I please. Dr. Scout: Ilse… Dr. Reynders: WHAT?! Dr. Scout: …Wynn's gone. Dr. Reynders: What? Dr. Scout: He's gone under the Site. We can't find him. Something in the materials he's been working with… [Dr. Scout sighs.] Dr. Scout: He was never careful enough. It changed him. I think… I think he didn't want me to see the change. So he's gone. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: Oh, god. Dr. Scout: We're going to try to get him back. I'm assigning Isaak Okorie of Applied Occultism to your case in the meantime. Dr. Reynders: Oh, god, Wynn… I didn't mean… Dr. Scout: You're both going to be fine. Just stay strong in there. [Dr. Reynders does not respond.] By this point Dr. Scout was visiting Dr. Reynders daily, both to consult with her as an expert researcher and to maintain her social engagement. During his unaccustomed absence on 31 December 1969, however, Dr. Reynders attempted physical harm on herself using the jagged remains of the primary ADDC incinerator. She was unable to affect permanent change, however, as her body quickly reverted all damage dealt. Security and Containment personnel nevertheless contacted Dr. Scout, who was in the midst of a manhunt for a Person of Interest; he immediately returned to the Site and attended to Dr. Reynders. Interview Log Date: 12/31/1969 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Director, Site-43) Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Scout: Do you want to talk about it? Dr. Reynders: Stupid question. Dr. Scout: Why is it a stupid question? Dr. Reynders: Imagine for a moment that my existence isn't a sick joke, and everything works correctly. Imagine I cut my wrists while you were gone, and I bled out on the floor, and there's nothing you can do to help me because I'm dead. Dr. Scout: Ilse… Dr. Reynders: No, Vivian, imagine that. Imagine I'm dead, because I really, really badly wanted to be dead today. Are you imagining it? Are you imagining me dead? Dr. Scout: …I can't do that. Dr. Reynders: Sure you can, you're doing it already. I'm dead, pool of blood on the floor, too bad, so sad but it's obviously what I wanted. Why else would I have slit my wrists? It wasn't a cry for help, Vivian, because again you can't help me, and I'm smart enough to understand that. Dr. Scout: We are going to help you, Ilse. Dr. Reynders: Except you're not! Because I'm dead. Because I killed myself. So, why is that an answer to your question? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Reynders: No guesses? Dr. Scout: Because if you tried to k— [Dr. Reynders slams a fist into the window. Dr. Scout is visibly startled.] Dr. Reynders: Because if I wanted to be dead, I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: I'm so sorry I wasn't here, Ilse. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: How long has this been a problem? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: Since Lys? Dr. Reynders: She was my sister. Dr. Scout: …I'm sorry. I should've… Dr. Reynders: …it isn't your fault. I know this isn't easy. I know… I know what you see, when you look through this window. Dr. Scout: I see you, Ilse. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Scout: I see you. Dr. Scout joined Dr. Reynders for all subsequent New Years Eves until 1996. By 1971 he was able to make a case to the O5 Council that Dr. Reynders was the Foundation's primary research asset at Site-43. He arranged for her to deliver remote lectures to both new and experienced personnel, and successfully petitioned for the restoration of her Level-3 security clearance. She was particularly useful in decoding information gleaned from Dr. Rydderech (presently classified as SCP-5520) who was remotely communicating with Site-43 in a dissociative state. By 1976 Reynders had a dedicated Applied Occultism taskforce under her direction; her engagement with subordinate researchers was infrequent, however, as illustrated below. Interview Log Date: 07/22/1978 Investigating Officer: Dr. I. Okorie (Chief of Applied Occultism) [The ADDC exterior window is completely covered with Dr. Reynders' notes, anomalous sides facing inward.] Dr. Okorie: Dr. Reynders? Are you there? Dr. Reynders: Yes. [The tips of Dr. Reynders' fingers are visible in the seams between two pages, pressed against the window glass.] Dr. Okorie: I pulled the journal articles you asked for. You want them projected in? Dr. Reynders: No, you can read them to me later. Right now I'm working on a quantum approach. Dr. Okorie: A quantum approach to what? [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Right, of course, I'm s— Dr. Reynders: Who's the new Chief of AA? Tell me it isn't Falkirk. Dr. Okorie: They still haven't appointed one. Dr. Reynders: …what? Dr. Okorie: Nobody's qualified to replace Dr. Rydderech, except maybe… well, except definitely you. So they're leaving the post permanently absent, folding AA into AO. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Dr. Reynders? Dr. Reynders: What sort of data have you been getting from Wynn? [Dr. Okorie sighs.] Dr. Okorie: When we can get him to focus, he sends us biomedical data we can't make heads or tails of. He thinks we know how to engineer enzymes. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Still there, Dr. Reynders? Dr. Reynders: Where else would I be? Dr. Okorie: Alright, I'm s— Dr. Reynders: Hush up a minute. I'm trying to invent enzyme design. [Dr. Okorie laughs.] [Silence on recording.] Dr. Okorie: Wait, actually? Dr. Reynders continued to develop new scientific approaches at the Foundation, and some of the results were filtered into the non-anomalous world to foster scientific thought as a bulwark against magical thinking. The advent of computer technology, particularly with voice-activated controls, enhanced her productivity considerably. The advent of the internet made her essentially a one-woman think tank. She continued to work on her unified theory of time, but made less and less progress as the years went on. Dr. V.L. Scout retired from the SCP Foundation on 1 April 1996, visiting Dr. Reynders that same day to say goodbye. Interview Log Date: 04/01/1996 Investigating Officer: Dr. V.L. Scout (Director, Site-43) [The lights in the ADDC are off. Dr. Reynders is staring at the aged newspaper which is still floating over her desk.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: Time finally catching up to you, Viv? Even you? Dr. Scout: Even me. Dr. Reynders: Thought you'd live forever. Dr. Scout: I might yet, but not down here. Dr. Reynders: I envy you. Dr. Scout: I don't doubt it. I'm sorry we won't be able to take the fresh air together. Dr. Reynders: That's not what I mean. [Dr. Reynders regards Dr. Scout thoughtfully.] Dr. Reynders: How old are you, Viv? Dr. Scout: One hundred and twelve. Dr. Reynders: Got a bit of that O5 magic in you, huh? How much longer do you think it'll last? Dr. Scout: Not much, hopefully. Dr. Reynders: You're tired? Dr. Scout: I'm… frustrated. [Dr. Reynders nods.] Dr. Reynders: Me too. But thank you for trying, Vivian. You really did try. You've been a good friend. [Dr. Scout places his hand on the window.] Dr. Scout: I feel like I'm abandoning you. Dr. Reynders: Fifty-three years is a long time to chase a ghost. Dr. Scout: Don't count yourself out just yet. [Dr. Reynders sighs.] Dr. Reynders: The thing that scares me is… I feel like I'm finally coming to terms with it all. Sure, this isn't the life I would've chosen for myself, but it's not like… it's not like you always got what you wanted, either. [Dr. Reynders reaches for the floating newspaper, as if to open it. She appears to reconsider, and places her hand in her labcoat pocket instead.] Dr. Reynders: Nobody lives in circumstances entirely of their own choosing. We make the most of what we get; otherwise we're just marking time, and collecting regrets. Dr. Scout: I can't help thinking we'd be so much better off if you weren't behind glass. Dr. Reynders: We're all behind glass, Viv. [Dr. Reynders taps the window.] Dr. Reynders: Just so happens I can see mine. Dr. Scout died of natural causes one year later. Telepresence technology was not yet sufficiently advanced for Dr. Reynders to attend his funeral. Her theoretical output continued to increase past the turn of the new millennium, and she was soon producing more academic literature than the entire Applied Occultism Section combined. She was directly responsible for the creation of three new Research and Experimentation Subsections at Site-43 (Anachronic Studies, Wave-Particle Studies and Abstruse Optics) and one new Section (Quantum Supermechanics). Her radical theories on the potential physics of time itself drove debate across the Foundation worldwide. As the quality of her scientific work rose, however, her mental state continued to deteriorate. Interview Log Date: 11/02/2003 Investigating Officer: U. Okorie (Researcher in Applied Occultism) [Dr. Reynders is lying in a pile of papers on the floor, in a state of extreme distress. It takes Researcher Okorie several minutes to coax her to the window.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Dr. Reynders: Oh god. Oh god. They're in the walls. Researcher Okorie: Who's in the walls? Dr. Reynders: Not even the walls, not really, they're in the bedrock, oh god. [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Researcher Okorie: Please calm down, doctor. Tell me what's going on. [Dr. Reynders appears to collect herself. She looks curiously at Researcher Okorie.] Dr. Reynders: Who are you? Researcher Okorie: Udo Okorie. We… haven't spoken much. Dr. Reynders: Oh! You must be… you must be Izaak's daughter. [Researcher Okorie smiles and shakes her head.] Researcher Okorie: No, that's my grandfather. [Silence on recording.] Researcher Okorie: Are you alright, Dr. Reynders? Did I say something…? Dr. Reynders: Never mind. Dr. Okorie: I didn't— Dr. Reynders: Listen to me. Something's wrong right now, something's very wrong right now. At the Site. At the entire Site. I can see it if I focus, and then… then I can only see you if I focus. Something's wrong. Dr. Okorie: Wrong with what? Dr. Reynders: Wrong with time. This new paranoiac state became Dr. Reynders' baseline; it became apparent that she was now capable of experiencing multiple conflicting timeline sets. The classification of SCP-5243, a recurrent local anomalous event responsible for the creation of alternate timelines, explained this phenomenon. While generally capable of disregarding these additional inputs with the application of enough concerted effort, Dr. Reynders became extremely irritable, depressed and prone to outbursts of dismay. Additional resources from Psychology and Parapsychology were devoted to her care, and several staff members began visiting her more regularly to help her remain focused on baseline reality. When further upgrades were required for her voice-controlled computer terminal, new Acting Chief of Identity and Technocryptography M. Vroom was instructed to perform the necessary work himself in the hopes that his shared background with Dr. Reynders might function as a further anchor for her emotional stability. Interview Log Date: 01/14/2021 Investigating Officer: M. Vroom (Acting Chief of Identity and Technocryptography) [Dr. Reynders is working on her terminal when Vroom enters. She is pulling at her hair, and cursing; her hair is gradually curling back into shape.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Vroom: Good evening, Dr. Reynders. [Dr. Reynders does not appear to notice him. She is staring at her terminal.] Dr. Reynders: Scroll down, scroll DOWN… Godverdomme! Vroom: Wat scheelt eraan? [Dr. Reynders visibly starts. She stares wide-eyed at Vroom.] Dr. Reynders: Oh! Uh. Hello, new face. Vroom: Had this one a while, but glad to hear it holds up. [Dr. Reynders smiles.] Vroom: I'm from I&T. Max Vroom. [Dr. Reynders' jaw drops. She begins speaking in Dutch.] Dr. Reynders: <Are you from the Netherlands?!> [Vroom laughs.] Vroom: <Yes! I've never told anyone my name without them laughing before.> Dr. Reynders: <Where are you from?> Vroom: <Zuidhorn.> Dr. Reynders: <Zuidhorn! I'm from Groningen.> Vroom: <Small world.> [Dr. Reynders stares at him.] Vroom: <…shit, ah, I'm sor—> [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: <You'll find I'm a mental health leech. You can replenish yours easier, so.> Vroom: <Fair play.> Dr. Reynders: <So, why am I getting a visit from I&T? Other than fixing this infuriating voice control?> Vroom: <Temporal Anomalies reviewed your application. They kicked it up to O5, and O5 said yes.> Dr. Reynders: <You're kidding.> Vroom: <I'm upgrading your terminal for provisional Level-5 access to timeline-related stuff. You'll also have a redline to Dr. Xyank, if you need it.> Dr. Reynders: <And it's not even my birthday!> Vroom: <When is your birthday?> [Dr. Reynders considers. She frowns. She shrugs.] Dr. Reynders: <…guess you'll have to check my personnel file.> Vroom: <You're giving me permission to check your personnel file?> [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: <It's hard meeting new people in here, can't afford to scare them away.> Vroom: <Well, let me know if I can help you out with anything.> Dr. Reynders: <Help me out.> Vroom: <I mean…> Dr. Reynders: <I'm going to help myself out, any day now.> [Dr. Reynders nods.] Dr. Reynders: <It was always going to be me.> Over the course of the next two months Dr. Reynders produced nine monographs and forty-three scientific papers, outlining her long-awaited and newly completed theory of temporal physics. She released her files to SCiPNET for review on 03/11/2021 only after first conferring with Chief Vroom. Interview Log Date: 03/10/2021 Investigating Officer: Chief M. Vroom (Identity and Technocryptography) [Dr. Reynders is smiling when Chief Vroom enters. She appears to be excited.] Dr. Ilse Reynders. Chief Vroom: Doctor Reynders, you're looking very good… this… morning. Dr. Reynders: Full points for finishing the sentence even after realizing how it sounds. Chief Vroom: Moving right along. What's got you so chipper? [Dr. Reynders gestures at the ADDC.] Dr. Reynders: The chipper. It gave me an idea. Chief Vroom: About? Dr. Reynders: Okay, try this on for size. Every inch of this room is completely saturated in anachronic material. It's completely frozen in time. Chief Vroom: Right. Dr. Reynders: No, wrong. It's not frozen in time, it's… red-hot with un-time. Time isn't just stopped in here, it's actively choked out. Even CK-class reality restructuring doesn't affect it; that's why I can see the extra timelines. There's only one ADDC, and there's only one me. I'm completely temporally inert. Chief Vroom: Jesus. Dr. Reynders: But it only affects solid matter. It only affects things with mass. Light, sound, electricity, they still work. I have a certain amount of anomalous agency — I can still move around, probably because of prior exposure — but I can't leave, because I've built up too much chronological inertia. I haven't aged since 1943. I haven't breathed as much as I need to. My muscles have suffered nearly eighty years of motion in a single instant. All of that catches up with me, I'm dust. Chief Vroom: Which I would prefer didn't happen. Dr. Reynders: So what do we do about it? Obviously, we isolate time as a variable. Time is the problem. In a timeless space — not a time frozen space, not a space of anti-time, but a space where time is simply not an issue — there can be no rubberband effect. No rapid aging. If I could be made time-neutral, I could leave the ADDC safely. Chief Vroom: But you can't do that. Can you? We can't get anything in there with you, and you don't have the equipment to build anything. Even if you knew what to build. Dr. Reynders: I know what to build. I've spent lifetimes figuring it out. The schematics are on my computer; it was hell setting that up with voice only, by the way. Chief Vroom: What? Dr. Reynders: It's true I don't have a lot of equipment in here, but I had enough to cobble together some very basic mechanical observation systems. I've been torching anomalous documents now and then, in the backup incinerators, and observing the effects. Chief Vroom: You've been burning more magic paper. Dr. Reynders: Science is repetition plus explanation, Max. I've written fifteen different articles on how time dilation affects the human body, using myself as the case study. I've written eighteen different articles on the composition of time as a particle. Chronons. Chief Vroom: Chronons aren't… real? Dr. Reynders: Theoretical isn't the same as not real. Chief Vroom: Yes, but isn't it still junk science? Dr. Reynders: No, it's my science. I've been laying the groundwork since before you were born. I spent enough time examining the anachronic ball to know that it flashed through states in periodic fashion. It had a cycle. I kept careful notes on that cycle, because… well. Not because I knew it would be important, but because I knew the ball wouldn't stick around forever. These were experiments I'd never get to replicate. Chief Vroom: And what did they tell you? Dr. Reynders: At the time, they told me that I was sharing a room with a time ball. Today, they tell me that time moving through a concentrated mass of anachronic particles — antichronons — slows and distorts. [Dr. Reynders laughs.] Dr. Reynders: Glad I didn't dispose of those notes. Chief Vroom: You need to be telling someone from Quantum Supermechanics about this. Dr. Reynders: I invented quantum supermechanics, Max. And here's what it tells me: time operates on wave-particle duality. It can permeate matter, it can be matter, but it can also move through it. We can see its permeation in my failure to get old, in the failure of dropped objects to hit the floor, in the fact that I'm stuck in 1943 while you're hanging out there in 2021. And we can see that it moves… well, I can see that it moves, because I saw it moving slowly through that ball. [Dr. Reynders draws a deep breath.] Dr. Reynders: I don't know how time moves, or permeates, in chrononormal circumstances. But with my notes, and the simulations I've run, and the calculations I've made, I know pretty well precisely how it moves and permeates in the ADDC. And in me. [Silence on recording.] Chief Vroom: And what… does that let you do? [Dr. Reynders grins.] Dr. Reynders: If I know the composition, wavelength and states of a wave-particle, I can replicate it. Chief Vroom: …which means… Dr. Reynders: Which means I can also replicate the opposite effect. With the right equipment, I can detect and map the antichronons in this room and cancel them out with chronons. Chief Vroom: Wouldn't that be the same as just opening the ADDC and letting normal time leak in? Dr. Reynders: No. This would be like decompressing after deep sea diving, to avoid getting a case of the bends. A case of the bends that turns you into dust, in my case. [Chief Vroom sighs.] Dr. Reynders: What? Chief Vroom: You can't build any equipment in there! How does this help? Dr. Reynders: I don't need to build it in here. [Dr. Reynders taps the glass.] Dr. Reynders: Waves, remember? >> AN UPDATED VERSION OF THIS FILE EXISTS. ACCESS? << « The Lamest Story Never Told | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5056 Audio Transcripts » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5616" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5616. 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SCP-5617 | keter | Item#: 5617 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Artwork recovered from the victim of an SCP-5617 incident Containment Procedures: SCP-5617 is currently uncontained and its location unknown. All attempts to locate and contain SCP-5617 have resulted in failure. Containment procedures are being generated continuously should SCP-5617 choose to appear to Foundation personnel and staff. Description: SCP-5617 is a humanoid anomaly with a head resembling a North American grizzly bear. Its jaw is supported by exactly four progressively rusted steel bars. The interior of its mouth is pitch black aside from an indistinct blue glow emanating from within. Five pale claw mark scars sit diagonally across its left eye. SCP-5617 is hypothesized to (definitively by first hand encounters and reports) display the identity of a deceased human being. The deceased members are heard from by loved ones or their living counterparts only one or two times in their residence within SCP-5617. The following effects are included in visual, audible, and physical interactions with SCP-5617: Using wind currents to create an indistinct but familiar speaking voice A feeling of familiarity induced within approximately three meters from SCP-5617 A body temperature of approximately 37 Celsius when physically interacting Involuntary tears SCP-5617 is not inherently malicious, but is unable to be contained due to its method of transport. When it decides its interaction is complete, SCP-5617 will deconstruct into a luminescent blue vapor. This has been confirmed by multiple incident reports from those in contact with SCP-5617. Timelines between each interaction show that SCP-5617 can appear approximately 3.5 kilometers in distance from its previous location. The current motives of SCP-5617 range from a final meeting with a loved one to assisting Iota-10 operatives in solving cases that have otherwise fallen cold in years prior. It leaves clues at locations it knows Iota-10 will arrive at or come across. The motives of SCP-5617’s host, however, is regarded as “protection of souls from a fate worse than his own” (quoted from Detective Cameron Oliver, henceforth referred to as PoI-5617, in an interview). It is unsure exactly how many identities reside within SCP-5617, and it is believed that new identities are being contained within SCP-5617 constantly. + Discovery Log - Close SCP-5617 was discovered by The Foundation through Detective PoI-5617 at CPI Investigations in San Diego, California. He had done several reports on SCP-5617 and assisted on criminal cases following the reported appearances of SCP-5617. Several years of research had gone into locating SCP-5617 by the detective himself. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 was quickly dispatched in order to confiscate records of SCP-5617’s appearances and any known locations. The following addendums are research logs and personal encounters recorded by Detective PoI-5617. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 has since been dispatched on several instances to confiscate PoI-5617’s records. + Addendum SCP-5617-1 - Close The following is the first recorded entry of SCP-5617 by PoI-5617 in July of 2001. I have to write what happened. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t sleep. How did I talk to Rose? I mean, it wasn’t really her. Was it? It just felt so familiar. I thought I was just hearing things when the wind whispered at me, but now I’m not so sure. She asked me how he died. She wanted to see the note I wrote him. And when I touched her… or… it, it felt so warm. So familiar. I had tears, and I didn’t even know I was crying before. It just felt so comfortable. I’ll find it again. I have to. No matter how long it takes. + Addendum SCP-5617-2 - Close January 23, 2007 To whom it may concern, Due to the radical conspiracies our student, Cameron Oliver, has been writing multiple reports about and has been researching constantly, his grades and attendance have decreased significantly. He has been seen sneaking off of campus multiple times past curfew. He has also been escorted back by both campus and state police officers on multiple accounts of trespassing and thievery. With that being said, we here at California State University are issuing a permanent dismissal from our San Diego campus. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated on our campus. We suspect there may be a mental deficiency inhibiting him from accelling in our programs. He keeps speaking of a creature named “Soul” who holds the spirits of the dead, and he claims they can speak to others. He also tells people he has seen them first hand. We are worried about his mental state, and hope that this note gets to you in good health. With the proper care for his mental health and a further check in with psychiatric facilities, we may consider reimbursing him back into our criminal justice program. Until then, we wish you and him the best of luck. Sincerely, Charles B. Reed Principal of California State University This note was found wrinkled and torn around the edges. The damage was quickly assumed to have been created by PoI-5617, as he had no living family at the time of the letter’s creation. + Addendum SCP-5617-3 - Close The following is a series of notes written by PoI-5617 on the scene of crimes in which SCP-5617 was reported to have been spotted. - Hysterics - Begging - Crying - Exact description of Soul Conclusion: She definitely saw them. Where they are now, I don’t know. This is the third case of Soul popping up this month alone. What’s his objective? + Addendum SCP-5617-4 - Close The following was discovered in PoI-5617’s notebook as “one of the most intense” cases he claims to have ever been tasked to. I can’t come back from tonight. I don’t even want to think about it, but the only way to get over it is to write it down. When we got there, she was hysterical. And I mean, more than usual. She could barely breathe. She grabbed the leg of my pants and just begged me. I needed to believe her. I had done so much research on Soul, I had to believe her. Of course I did. So I sat and consoled her. She just kept begging and begging. I needed to tell them that Soul was real. That’s when she overheard them calling 911. She begged me to not let them take her, but she needed the help. My stomach ached. I knew what it was like to not be believed. She just stood up. The window was already opened. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t even move. Everyone was so frantic. I wanted to be able to help her. To tell her they were real. They are real. I never got the chance. The last thing I remember her telling me was, “I’ll be with him soon”. She had spoken to her husband through Soul. If I ever meet her again, be it through Soul or my own death, it’ll be too late to apologize for not being there. Never again. + Incident Report PoI-5617 - Close PoI-5617 was found deceased in his office chair the morning of June 25th, 2021. Security footage confiscated by Iota-10 shows PoI-5617 speaking with SCP-5617 at 2:15 AM after a late night investigation. He seems frantic and delusional as he speaks to SCP-5617. SCP-5617 remains still for the duration of the footage. At 2:25 AM, the footage cuts directly from their conversation to PoI-5617 sitting in his office chair, dead. Autopsy reports claim there was no sign of any cause of death. Foundation Personnel have no confirmed causes themselves. A number of personnel who worked closely researching SCP-5617, including Iota-10 officers, theorize SCP-5617 has taken PoI-5617’s identity. No conclusions have been made to the real cause of PoI-5617’s death or if SCP-5617 has his identity. + SCP-5617 Incident Gallery - Close The following image is a sketch drawn by a witness of SCP-5617 during an investigation PoI-5617 assisted on. It was handed to him before the witness was apprehended for further questioning on the incident. Artwork given to PoI-5617 during an on site investigation Note from Iota-10: Any visual pieces of incidents including SCP-5617 are to be immediately confiscated and placed within SCP-5617’s file. |
SCP-5617 | uncontained | Item#: 5617 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Artwork recovered from the victim of an SCP-5617 incident Containment Procedures: SCP-5617 is currently uncontained and its location unknown. All attempts to locate and contain SCP-5617 have resulted in failure. Containment procedures are being generated continuously should SCP-5617 choose to appear to Foundation personnel and staff. Description: SCP-5617 is a humanoid anomaly with a head resembling a North American grizzly bear. Its jaw is supported by exactly four progressively rusted steel bars. The interior of its mouth is pitch black aside from an indistinct blue glow emanating from within. Five pale claw mark scars sit diagonally across its left eye. SCP-5617 is hypothesized to (definitively by first hand encounters and reports) display the identity of a deceased human being. The deceased members are heard from by loved ones or their living counterparts only one or two times in their residence within SCP-5617. The following effects are included in visual, audible, and physical interactions with SCP-5617: Using wind currents to create an indistinct but familiar speaking voice A feeling of familiarity induced within approximately three meters from SCP-5617 A body temperature of approximately 37 Celsius when physically interacting Involuntary tears SCP-5617 is not inherently malicious, but is unable to be contained due to its method of transport. When it decides its interaction is complete, SCP-5617 will deconstruct into a luminescent blue vapor. This has been confirmed by multiple incident reports from those in contact with SCP-5617. Timelines between each interaction show that SCP-5617 can appear approximately 3.5 kilometers in distance from its previous location. The current motives of SCP-5617 range from a final meeting with a loved one to assisting Iota-10 operatives in solving cases that have otherwise fallen cold in years prior. It leaves clues at locations it knows Iota-10 will arrive at or come across. The motives of SCP-5617’s host, however, is regarded as “protection of souls from a fate worse than his own” (quoted from Detective Cameron Oliver, henceforth referred to as PoI-5617, in an interview). It is unsure exactly how many identities reside within SCP-5617, and it is believed that new identities are being contained within SCP-5617 constantly. + Discovery Log - Close SCP-5617 was discovered by The Foundation through Detective PoI-5617 at CPI Investigations in San Diego, California. He had done several reports on SCP-5617 and assisted on criminal cases following the reported appearances of SCP-5617. Several years of research had gone into locating SCP-5617 by the detective himself. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 was quickly dispatched in order to confiscate records of SCP-5617’s appearances and any known locations. The following addendums are research logs and personal encounters recorded by Detective PoI-5617. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 has since been dispatched on several instances to confiscate PoI-5617’s records. + Addendum SCP-5617-1 - Close The following is the first recorded entry of SCP-5617 by PoI-5617 in July of 2001. I have to write what happened. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t sleep. How did I talk to Rose? I mean, it wasn’t really her. Was it? It just felt so familiar. I thought I was just hearing things when the wind whispered at me, but now I’m not so sure. She asked me how he died. She wanted to see the note I wrote him. And when I touched her… or… it, it felt so warm. So familiar. I had tears, and I didn’t even know I was crying before. It just felt so comfortable. I’ll find it again. I have to. No matter how long it takes. + Addendum SCP-5617-2 - Close January 23, 2007 To whom it may concern, Due to the radical conspiracies our student, Cameron Oliver, has been writing multiple reports about and has been researching constantly, his grades and attendance have decreased significantly. He has been seen sneaking off of campus multiple times past curfew. He has also been escorted back by both campus and state police officers on multiple accounts of trespassing and thievery. With that being said, we here at California State University are issuing a permanent dismissal from our San Diego campus. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated on our campus. We suspect there may be a mental deficiency inhibiting him from accelling in our programs. He keeps speaking of a creature named “Soul” who holds the spirits of the dead, and he claims they can speak to others. He also tells people he has seen them first hand. We are worried about his mental state, and hope that this note gets to you in good health. With the proper care for his mental health and a further check in with psychiatric facilities, we may consider reimbursing him back into our criminal justice program. Until then, we wish you and him the best of luck. Sincerely, Charles B. Reed Principal of California State University This note was found wrinkled and torn around the edges. The damage was quickly assumed to have been created by PoI-5617, as he had no living family at the time of the letter’s creation. + Addendum SCP-5617-3 - Close The following is a series of notes written by PoI-5617 on the scene of crimes in which SCP-5617 was reported to have been spotted. - Hysterics - Begging - Crying - Exact description of Soul Conclusion: She definitely saw them. Where they are now, I don’t know. This is the third case of Soul popping up this month alone. What’s his objective? + Addendum SCP-5617-4 - Close The following was discovered in PoI-5617’s notebook as “one of the most intense” cases he claims to have ever been tasked to. I can’t come back from tonight. I don’t even want to think about it, but the only way to get over it is to write it down. When we got there, she was hysterical. And I mean, more than usual. She could barely breathe. She grabbed the leg of my pants and just begged me. I needed to believe her. I had done so much research on Soul, I had to believe her. Of course I did. So I sat and consoled her. She just kept begging and begging. I needed to tell them that Soul was real. That’s when she overheard them calling 911. She begged me to not let them take her, but she needed the help. My stomach ached. I knew what it was like to not be believed. She just stood up. The window was already opened. I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t even move. Everyone was so frantic. I wanted to be able to help her. To tell her they were real. They are real. I never got the chance. The last thing I remember her telling me was, “I’ll be with him soon”. She had spoken to her husband through Soul. If I ever meet her again, be it through Soul or my own death, it’ll be too late to apologize for not being there. Never again. + Incident Report PoI-5617 - Close PoI-5617 was found deceased in his office chair the morning of June 25th, 2021. Security footage confiscated by Iota-10 shows PoI-5617 speaking with SCP-5617 at 2:15 AM after a late night investigation. He seems frantic and delusional as he speaks to SCP-5617. SCP-5617 remains still for the duration of the footage. At 2:25 AM, the footage cuts directly from their conversation to PoI-5617 sitting in his office chair, dead. Autopsy reports claim there was no sign of any cause of death. Foundation Personnel have no confirmed causes themselves. A number of personnel who worked closely researching SCP-5617, including Iota-10 officers, theorize SCP-5617 has taken PoI-5617’s identity. No conclusions have been made to the real cause of PoI-5617’s death or if SCP-5617 has his identity. + SCP-5617 Incident Gallery - Close The following image is a sketch drawn by a witness of SCP-5617 during an investigation PoI-5617 assisted on. It was handed to him before the witness was apprehended for further questioning on the incident. Artwork given to PoI-5617 during an on site investigation Note from Iota-10: Any visual pieces of incidents including SCP-5617 are to be immediately confiscated and placed within SCP-5617’s file. |
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More by this author! Item#: SCP-5618 Level6 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Department of Temporal Anomalies Special Containment Procedures: When SCP-5618 is imminent, the O5 Council must review the following instructions and arrange for their dissemination.. And Researcher Zorić must bear witness to the end. [SZ]|. It's just another SCP file, Stephen. I'm reviewing your work now, we're publishing soon. [AF] All staff must receive and review all instructions at or below their security clearance levels. Foundation operations must otherwise continue as per usual. Clearance Level 0 Instructions . Make it clear that we're not actually sending the Level 0 'instructions'. [AF] No instructions. Clearance Level 1-3 Instructions . Takes an apocalypse for us to acknowledge that we're mostly in the same boat. [AF] The Foundation is presently addressing a world-wide crisis necessitating the complete lockdown of all facilities. You are confined to your duty station, and restricted to on-site communications. You must continue to perform your assigned duties, as these are necessary for the maintenance of our Veil of secrecy and the continuation of life on Earth. All Security Clearance Level 0 personnel are to be immediately terminated.. Seems harsh. [SZ]|. Can't afford any last-minute ball fumbles. [AF] A psychological assessment team will visit you to determine your emotional and intellectual needs during this crisis. Clearance Level 4 Instructions . Make certain that this information only goes out to the Site Directors and O5, Stephen. It's instant panic in a packet. [AF] A Class-CK reality altering event is imminent. Anomalies capable of persisting past a timeline collapse are to be decommissioned where possible. A psychological assessment team will visit each staff member to determine their intellectual and emotional stability under these circumstances and, if necessary, terminate them.. Saw that twist coming. [SZ] Evacuation to persistent alternate dimensions and timelines will begin shortly. Clearance Level 5+ Instructions . Integrate this into the Special Containment Procedures proper. The file is already O5-eyes only (minus lucky you, and lucky me). [AF] A Class-CK reality altering event is imminent. Evacuation to persistent alternate dimensions and timelines is barred by the Multi-Foundation Pact of 1981, as is the transfer of goods or information. The O5 Council is charged with the maintenance of order during this difficult transition. Description: SCP-5618 is the erasure of the alternate timeline we inhabit, following a successful attempt to restore baseline reality via historical intervention.. Yay us. Do we get to know how that happened? [SZ]|.Not likely. But this is all about to disappear anyway, so… [AF] NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF TEMPORAL ANOMALIES This file is a placeholder, not presently in use.. What's this notice still doing here? The file is going live today! Make absolutely, completely certain you've removed this, and our annotations, before publishing! [AF] The Containment Class, Disruption Class, Risk Class, Special Containment Procedures and Description are blank because the intended subject is theoretical. Timelines where it has existed have by definition already themselves ceased to exist, or will shortly. — Dr. Alice Forth, Director, DoTA NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This file is undergoing revision to reflect changing circumstances.. Been a pleasure, Dr. Forth. [SZ]|. Goodbye, Stephen. [AF] To determine whether a newer version is available, please activate the "REFRESH FILE" prompt located immediately beneath this notice. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA >> REFRESH FILE << ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5618" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5618. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5619 | safe | N/A ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-5619 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5619-A and B are kept together in a secure anomalous items locker. PoI-5619-A and B are considered Low-risk and allowed to continue living amongst the general public. Description: SCP-5619 consists of two ceramic drinking mugs (SCP-5619-A and B). SCP-5619-A is painted white and adorned with golden accents in the shape of a cat's ears, nose, and mouth. SCP-5619-B is painted black, and covered in tiny silver specs resembling stars, with the phrase “Witch’s Brew” written on the front. When boiled water is poured into either SCP-5619-A or B, the liquid will instead appear inside the opposing instance, filling until reaching close to the mug’s brim. Any excess water will fill the original mug as normal. Additional liquids and other common hot beverage ingredients (Milk, sugar, honey, etc) will also transfer if placed into either mug. Anomalous properties will not occur while SCP-5619-A or B contain non-edible substances such as soap or other cleaning products. While both SCP-5619-A and B contain drinkable liquids and are each held by a different person, subjects will visually perceive the other individual to be five feet away from them, as if there in person. This phenomenon is entirely intangible and inaudible, ending once subjects cease contact with SCP-5619-A or B, or when either mug becomes empty of its contents. Discovery Log: SCP-5619-A and B were discovered in separate locations, a small apartment in ██████, United States (SCP-5619-A), and a one-story house in ██████, United Kingdom (SCP-5619-B). The Foundation was alerted to the anomaly following the detection of near-identical thaumaturgic frequencies in both respective locations. Further inspection confirmed the phenomena to have been occurring regularly in both locations over a span of four years. The former occupants of each location were found to have moved out several weeks prior. Both parties (Poi-5619-A and B) were later discovered living together in a two-person apartment in █████, United States. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5619" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5619. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5620 | safe | Item #: SCP-5620 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5620 is to be kept in a standard storage locker in Site-17. Testing is not to occur more than once a week month quarter. Though 5620 is believed to be unique, any other potential instances of 5620 or similar phenomena are to be secured and contained by MTF Iota-6 ("Cavity Fillers"). Update 3/26/20: Testing on SCP-5620 has been indefinitely halted. MTF Iota-6 is now directly working on uncovering and identifying the people behind "Sugarcomb Confectionery." Description: SCP-5620 is a toy oven resembling similar products manufactured in the early 2000s. The oven itself is nonanomalous in make, comprised of metal and plastic with incandescent light bulbs providing the heat source. Rather than coming with premeasured packets like similar toys, SCP-5620 includes a recipe book (SCP-5620-1) designed to be used with common ingredients as well as a simple set of measuring utensils. When prepared on their own recipes are innocuous, but gain the described anomalous properties if prepared with SCP-5620. After baking, any recipe prepared using SCP-5620 comes out looking exactly as pictured in 5620-1, regardless of any mistakes made in the preparation of the recipe or lack of a defining feature. When a subject consumes the cooked food, they begin to experience various anomalous phenomena. Branding on the oven, recipe book, and auxiliary pieces indicate the oven was produced by "Sugarcomb Confectionery (in association with MWDOT, Inc.1)." Addendum 5620-A: Testing log The following table shows the results of initial testing of recipes contained within SCP-5620-1 Recipe Name Preparation Notes Effect upon consumption Additional Information "Fudging Brownies" Recipe contained no leavening agent as commonly used in brownies. D-2837 found themselves unable to make a single truthful statement. Effect ceased after approximately one hour. "Twistiest Pretzels" N/A D-2837 began contorting their body in complex ways amidst protests of discomfort. They seemed to have no control over their body during this time. Effect ceased after 30 minutes. D-2837 requested to be transferred to another anomaly. Request denied. "Rainbow Confetti Cupcakes" Unbaked recipe resembled a simple white cake mix. No dyes or sprinkles were added prior to baking. D-2837 expressed mild stomach pain shortly after consumption. The pain supposedly escalated as loud sounds were heard coming from D-2837's stomach, leading to immediate hospitalization. Foundation doctors discovered copious amounts of small color sprinkles of various kinds in D-2837's stomach. D-2837 is to be amnesticized and transferred to another anomaly following recovery. "Brittlest Peanut Brittle" Brittle is not typically cooked in any sort of oven. Recipe suggested alternative brittles for those with peanut allergies. D-8263 reported no effect at first, but shortly thereafter reported feeling weaker. Upon examination by Foundation doctors, it was discovered that D-8263 had developed Osteogenesis imperfecta2, despite having never been tested for this before. Effect has not ceased after several months. "Jammy Surprise" Recipe contained no picture, but seemed to be meant to make a simple turnover. The information on this recipe reads: "In hopes that this will yield satisfactory tribute for MWDOT." Recipe was not consumed; see Additional Information. The recipe came out of the oven resembling a severed human toe, and as such was not consumed by D-8263. Testing on the toe confirmed it was a genetic match for SCP-████ and was carefully placed into containment as SCP-████-1. Testing is ongoing to see if SCP-████-1 retains ████'s combustive properties. To date, no other connection has been found between SCP-5620 and ████, though confirmation is difficult since ████ breached containment. Due to the nature of ████'s containment breach as well as the results from the "Jammy Surprise," research into Sugarcomb Confectionery's potential connection to known karcist sects is ongoing. Addendum 5620-B: Interview with POI-6870 On April 16th, 2020, Foundation webcrawlers tracked the initialism MWDOT to several users associated with GOI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). None of the involved users agreed to come in for questioning, but shortly thereafter one of the founders (POI-6870) reached out to Foundation authorities with the intent of scheduling a video conference. The conference took place on the 18th of that month, and is transcribed as follows. Dr. Oliveras: Hello. Thank you for reaching out to us, POI-6870. (Pause) Sorry, there doesn't seem to be any video coming from your end. POI-6870: Don't worry about that. Now, uh, what's this I hear about you harassing the gamers? Dr. Oliveras: Harassing is a bit of an over-exaggeration. POI-6870: I thought the agreement was we stay out of your way, we don't harm others, and we don't "pierce the veil," and you leave us to our own devices. I've kept them in line. Am I to understand you're breaking our truce? Dr. Oliveras: We don't see calling in members of your group as a breach of our agreement, especially when said members seem to be connected to a poorly understood anomaly and an as of yet unsolved containment breach. POI-6870: What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Oliveras: Do you recognize this? (Oliveras holds up an image of SCP-5620.) POI-6870: Easy bake oven? What does this have to do with anything? Dr. Oliveras: No? What about this? (Oliveras holds up an image of SCP-████-1.) POI-6870: What is that, a severed toe? What… Oh. Oh no. Dr. Oliveras: So you do recognize it. POI-6870: …Yes and no. What does this have to do with the members you contacted? Dr. Oliveras: Do the letters M-W-D-O-T mean anything to you? (Silence. After a few seconds suppressed laughter can be heard.) POI-6870: Shit. Out of all the things to explain. Before I answer, what does that have to do with the oven? Dr. Oliveras: The oven as well as its accessories claim to be made by "Sugarcomb Confectionery" and MWDOT, Incorporated. "Sugarcomb" is a name we're familiar with. "MWDOT" eludes us. What does it mean? POI-6870: You're gonna think I'm joking. Dr. Oliveras: Mr. Kriyot, just tell us what those letters mean. POI-6870: It stands for "Mother Who Demands One's Toes." (More suppressed laughter can be heard.) Dr. Oliveras: …One of your memes, I presume? POI-6870: That's the funny part. We had nothing to do with that name. We think it comes from the Hand. Dr. Oliveras: What does it mean? POI-6870: Not really sure. Not entirely. From what I can tell, she's this big scary karcist lady. Has a massive halkost, huge following, blah blah blah. Though if Sugarcomb is involved with her… shit, how deep does this conspiracy go? Dr. Oliveras: So you didn't know about Sugarcomb's involvement with this? POI-6870: No dude. I mean, I guess it makes sense they'd be involved, right? They don't really have a rhyme or a reason to what they do. But why would the karcists work with them? Dr. Oliveras: You mentioned the Hand, I presume you mean the GOI known as "The Serpent's Hand." What do they have to do with this? Furthermore, what does your group have to do with this? POI-6870: Yeah, Serpent's Hand are fighting her, we think. Mekhanites, too, it seems. Gamers Against Weed just happens to have a few good sources. Those sources told us what that toe does. And that the other nine do the same thing. (Pause.) Wait, what does the oven have to do with the toe? Dr. Oliveras: SCP-5620 — the oven — produced SCP— the toe, through anomalous means. POI-6870: Huh. Wonder where that toe came from. Dr. Oliveras: You recognized it, so surely you know where the others are. POI-6870: Some of them. The Mekhanites are just trying to play keep away with them, but toe mama still has most of them. A few of them have blown up. But with the reveal that you have one, well, that throws everything we know into question. (Dr. Oliveras begins to speak but is interrupted.) Wait, I think I get it now! The karcists want to create more toes, because they think it will please her. But I'm betting it doesn't create new toes, it just summons them. (Laughter can be heard.) This is the most incredibly stupid thing I've ever heard. Dr. Oliveras: Do you know what the… mother… plans on doing with them? POI-6870: Hmmm… I don't think that's the right question. I don't think she wants to do anything with them. I think the proper question is "what do her followers plan on doing with them?" (POI-6870 disconnected immediately following this and has not responded to further attempts to contact him or GOI-5869) #toesplosion2020 toejamcon2020 [[| Single: [untitled]]] Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5621 | euclid | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Anomalous Item Entry Item #: SCP-5621 Special Containment Procedures Due to the immobile nature of SCP-5621, the pool complex at Calvin University is marked as closed at this time. The entrance to basement level is to be locked at all times. Foundation agents are to be inserted into the University security staff in order to ensure that no unauthorized personnel attempt to access SCP-5621. Students or faculty who become too curious should be dissuaded with Class-F amnestics. See [Addendum 1 - Containment Record] Description SCP-5621 is an anomalous alchemic imprint occurring at Calvin University in Grand Rapids, Michigan. SCP-5621 is imprinted upon the swimming pool within the Ed Taylor gym complex. With some regular frequency, SCP-5621 will cause the water within the pool to be unable to break surface tension through anomalous alchemic means. This effect can occur at any time. See [Addendum 2 - Alchemic Report on Aetheric Entity]. SCP-5621 has been observed to exhibit this behavior almost exclusively when at least one human is within the pool. Invariably, this phenomenon has led to the death of the subject, without extreme precautions such as those taken during testing procedures. At least six deaths have been recorded at this time due to SCP-5621, with several others suspected to involve SCP-5621. Draining the water which SCP-5621 inhabits does not remove the effect. See [Addendum 3 - Testing and Observation Log]. SCP-5621 is believed to be the remaining consciousness of █████ ████████ (hereafter referred to as SCP-5621-1) who was a student at Calvin University from 2015 to 2017. SCP-5621-1 was a third-string member of the collegiate swim team. SCP-5621-1 died due to drowning in 2017, which was deemed an accident by local authorities. Foundation investigations can be found in [Addendum 4 - Investigation Log]. Attached Addenda Addendum 1 - Containment Log SCP-5621 was first brought to the Foundation’s attention when a routine scan of local news and blog posts discovered a significant uptick in the number of deaths due to drowning at Calvin University’s Pool. Foundation agents were dispatched to investigate. Please see attached transcript of an interview in which Foundation agents witnessed SCP-5621’s anomalous effect firsthand. ▶ Interview Log - Agents Denton & McDowell ▼ Close Log Interviewers: Agent Sam Denton, Agent Jim McDowell Interviewee: ███████ Chambers, a student at Calvin University. Transcription is provided by a combination of security footage, and recording devices on the agents. BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION Chambers was floating on the edge of the pool, holding on to the edge. Agent Denton: To be clear, this was one of the members of the swim team, not some random student? Chambers: Yeah, Nick was a really good guy. He was the best on the team, no one really expected him to drown. Agent McDowell: Was he alone at the time? Chambers: I’m not sure, I think they found him…well, floating in the pool the next morning. I think swim team members get access to the pool 24/7 or something. Agent McDowell: And you’re sure that there was no one there? This couldn’t have been foul play? Chambers: I really doubt it. No one’s a saint, but most people liked Nick. Huge jock, but he was part of the chapter of ACM too. Had friends among just about everyone on campus. Agent Denton: Anything else you can think of that would give us a clue what happened? Chambers thinks for a minute, then shakes his head. Chambers: Sorry, officer….? Agent Denton: Agent Holly. Thanks for your time, Mr. Chambers. Have a good swim. Chambers detaches from the wall and resumes swimming laps while the two agents converse. Agent McDowell: I dunno, Sam. This feels weird. I’m pretty sure this is just straight up murder or something. Agent Denton: Seems that way. Nothing really indicates something anomalous. I guess we’re hopping the next train out of— Both agents look down at their hands, where they wear Foundation-issue Thaumic/Aetheroglyph rings, which begin vibrating. Both agents look out over the pool. Chambers can be seen thrashing in the far end of the pool, the water stretching around his mouth which is stretched towards the surface of the water. The surface tension stretches but does not break. Agent McDowell: Sam! Agent Denton: I’m on it! Agent Denton jumps off of the edge of the pool, and towards the water. He lands with an audible thud, and slides across the surface of the water, as if it were ice. He orients himself for a moment, before scrambling over to where Chambers is panicking. Agent Denton claws at the surface of the water ineffectually. Chambers drowns seventeen seconds later. End Transcription Following this incident, Foundation agents within Calvin University had SCP-5621 declared off-limits, and sealed the area entirely. A sizable donation was made under the Salvation Crisis Protectorate corporate umbrella, to facilitate a new pool facility. Foundation agents monitored the new facility for any sign of SCP-5621 contamination, but at this time it appears localized to SCP-5621 itself. Agents Denton and McDowell stayed on-site for several weeks until a permanent Foundation security presence could be established. Addendum 2 - Alchemic Report on SCP-5621 ▶ Alchemic Report - SCP-5621 ▼ Close Report Prepared by the Department of Science - Alchemy Division Reporter: Arturo Genuomo Position: Journeyman Alchemist - Seventh Circle SCP-5621 was presented to the Department of Alchemy for study on 14/07/2017. With the assistance of several other esteemed colleagues, we have determined that SCP-5621 is most likely the latent aetheric remains of SCP-5621-1. The specific form this anomaly takes is consistent with several other aetheric imprints observed throughout the world. (See Document-ALC-2521 and Document-ALC-1777 for examples). In layman's terms, SCP-5621 is a "ghost" left upon an object. In this case, SCP-5621. Director Diaghilev concurs with my assessment that SCP-5621-1 was a latent alchemic talent who had not received the proper training to harness his abilities. It would also explain his talent for swimming, as SCP-5621-1 was most likely an aequeous affinity. Several alchemic reductions and rituals were attempted to establish contact with SCP-5621-1 within SCP-5621; however, it appears that SCP-5621 is merely an imprint of SCP-5621-1, lacking any cogent personality. Its apparent malice would have to be explained through more terrestrial investigations. Entities like this generally appear malefic if the circumstances of their death are violent or premature. Our suggested course of action would be to identify the cause of death of SCP-5621-1 and ensure they are not also the cause of SCP-5621's anomaly. Signed: Arturo Genuomo Addendum 3 - Testing Log Following the incident within Addendum 1, testing of SCP-5621's anomaly was undertaken with extreme precautions. Foundation divers entered SCP-5621 to conduct tests, both with bottled oxygen and emergency air lines in case of prolonged anomalous activity. ▶ Show Testing Log ▼ Close Log Test: Foundation divers enter SCP-5621 in shifts until anomaly presents itself. Time to anomalous activity: 27 minutes. Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 17 minutes. Description: After a duration of one hour, seventeen minutes, SCP-5621's effect ended abruptly and Foundation divers were able to exit SCP-5621. Emergency supplies were not required. Air hoses deemed sufficient, as the surface tension did not preclude their flow. This test was repeated several times to establish a baseline of the anomaly, with an average time to effect of 22 minutes, and an average duration of 1 hour, 7 minutes. Test: Foundation divers enter SCP-5621 in shifts until anomaly presents itself. 1500 kg weight dropped from high dive board. Time to anomalous activity: 17 minutes. Length of anomalous activity: 11 minutes. Description: When Foundation divers indicated the effect had begun, a 1500kg weight was dropped from the high dive board on to SCP-5621. The surface of the water buckled significantly, but did not break tension. Duration of effect was observed to be significantly shorter than previous tests. Test: D-Class personnel floated on the surface of the water, until anomalous effect presented itself. Time to anomalous activity: 1 hour, 11 minutes. Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 47 minutes. Description: D-74810 was instructed to sit in a Foundation provided flotation device, which left her suspended at the waist within SCP-5621. Foundation divers indicated that SCP-5621's effect had begun, and D-74810 did not report any significant effects on her person. She found it mildly difficult to exit SCP-5621, and the water on her clothing appeared to "cling" to her person for several seconds after exiting SCP-5621. Test: Water was drained from SCP-5621 and refilled. Time to anomalous activity: 51 minutes after refilling SCP-5621 Length of anomalous activity: 1 hour, 17 minutes. Description: SCP-5621's effect was not diminished in any appreciable way during this test. No further testing is considered required at this time, and all requests for approval should be directed to the current Containment Coordinator for SCP-5621. Addendum 4 - Investigation Log During the course of containment of SCP-5621, the Foundation undertook a significant investigation, under the advice of Journeyman Genuomo. The potential cause of death of SCP-5621-1 was assumed to be foul play based on the Journeyman's report, and as such Agents Denton and McDowell conducted an investigation during the initial containment phases. Agents Denton and McDowell collected physical and aetheric evidence over a period of several weeks. After submitting a report to Foundation agents, a suspect was identified based on patterns of entry to the complex, and a combination of electronic and visual surveillance. Michael Stahlmeyer was brought in for questioning in conjunction with SCP-5621-1's death, with Agents Denton and McDowell interviewing. ▶ Show Interview Log ▼ Close Log Interview Log Interview Purpose: Confirm cause of death; confirm perpetrator for followup observation. Interviewer: Agent Sam Denton, Agent Jim McDowell Interviewee: Michael Stahlmeyer, Senior at Calvin University BEGIN TRANSCRIPTION Agent Denton: Good afternoon, Michael. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the death of one of your teammates if you're alright with that? Stahlmeyer: I don't like to think about it, but alright. Agent Denton: Do you know why so many of your teammates have been drowning in your school pool? Stahlmeyer looks visibly uncomfortable. Stahlmeyer: Look, college sports are…they're like a giant business these days. There's so much pressure. Maybe they're overworking themselves? Maybe they…cracked. Stahlmeyer visibly breaks eye contact with Agent Denton Agent Denton: Right. And it doesn't help when one of their teammates kills them, right? Stahlmeyer shudders Stahlmeyer: Excuse me? Are you implying I had something to do with █████'s death? Agent McDowell: Not implying. Accusing, and asserting. You poisoned your teammate with a tiny bit of botulism and GHB, then dumped him in the pool. The drugs burned out of his system before the autopsy. Stahlmeyer: Fuck you, man, how fucking dare you!? I want my lawyer, I know my rights. Agent McDowell leans across the table Agent McDowell: We're not the cops, kid. We're not the feds either. You have no rights with us, and you're not going anywhere until you explain why you did it. I don't know if you realize this, but your bullshit is what's killing all of your friends on the team still. Stahlmeyer leans back, shaken Stahlmeyer: What?! What the hell are you talking about? Agent McDowell: You didn't think it was strange that after you drowned your buddy, everyone started dying? Agent Denton: See, Jim and I can't figure it out. He wasn't getting better grades than you. You were ahead of him in every category on the leaderboards. Hell, you were getting laid with half the cheerleading team, so it wasn't a girl. So why? Stahlmeyer bursts into tears, and his voice begins to shake Stahlmeyer: You don't understand, how much pressure we're under. How hard they push us. There's so much to perform, to get better, to do more. Agent Denton: Rrrrright. Yes. But you were ahead of him by a decent amount. He wasn't even on the first string. Stahlmeyer: Didn't you see his times when he joined the team? He's getting so much better, so much…faster. In a couple years, he would have been a serious Olympic contender. He would have jeopardized my chances of going to the Olympics. Agent McDowell: So let me get this straight. You killed your teammate, and unleashed a highly dangerous anomaly…because you were scared someone might work hard and become as good as, or better than you? Stahlmeyer: Anomaly? What? I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but yes, sure, I did it. I admit it. I don't care anymore, I can't handle the fucking guilt, just take me to jail or whatever. Agent McDowell scoffs Agent McDowell: Kid, we're not the cops. You get to live with the guilt of getting away with murdering your teammate. Have fun with that. Stahlmeyer reacts with visible shock. Stahlmeyer: Wait, you're just… no, but… Agent Denton: Oh, and you get to live with the fact that because of you, six other people are dead. Have fun with the guilt, buddy. Both agents leave the room. Stahlmeyer begins sobbing. Foundation agents return Stahlmeyer to the edge of Calvin University's campus several hours later. Targeted amnestics were administered to remove any knowledge of anomalous activity, or the Foundation. Memories of the murder, and knowledge of responsibility of the six murders, were unaffected. END TRANSCRIPT Following this interview, Michael Stahlmeyer was put under observation for the foreseeable future. No further anomalous activity has been found around him. Observation ongoing. |
SCP-5622 | safe | Item #: SCP-5622 Special Containment Procedures: Any information regarding the current whereabouts of SCP-5622-A are to be investigated by a Foundation detective. Following the events of Addendum 5622-5, the computer storing SCP-5622 is to be contained within an inanimate object containment unit. If any non-human entity is observed within 5583 Custobidus Street or SCP-5622-A’s previous prison cell, SCP-5622's containment procedures, and description are to be revised to note the aforementioned entity. Description: SCP-5622 is a digital folder labeled "Your Indoor Neighbor", stored within a Dell XPS 13 laptop. SCP-5622 contains a series of Word documents referred to as SCP-5622-1, which are written in a standard letter format. The apparent narrator of SCP-5622-1 resides within 5583 Custobidus Street, Syracuse, NY. Although no physical proof of the aforementioned narrator exists, research staff are reminded that the events within Addendum 5622-1, 3, 4, and 5 would imply otherwise. SCP-5622-A is a non-anomalous human female by the name “Analiese Gilowski” and is the previous owner of 5583 Custobidus Street, and the computer in which SCP-5622 exists. Recovery Log: SCP-5622-A contacted their local police station, complaining of a stalker within their place of residence. The call was deemed a false police report and SCP-5622-A was charged with a misdemeanor. Two weeks proceeding this event, SCP-5622-A contacted the police again. A human femur was found within 5583 Custobidus Street and SCP-5622-A was arrested and interrogated. Being found guilty of first-degree murder, they were sent to Groveland Correctional Facility and remained incarcerated until the events of Addendum 5622-5. The nature of the breach drew the Foundation's attention, and SCP-5622 was discovered after a thorough investigation. Addendum 5622-1: The following entries are the remaining SCP-5622-1 files. The context within the files indicates that there were additional manifestations, although they were likely deleted by either SCP-5622-A or SCP-5622 itself. Succeeding SCP-5622-A‘s initial contact to their police station, they downloaded a webcam software that takes photographs while the laptop is unlocked. Entry 5622-1 Hide Entry 5622-1 Dear Anny, I was scared you had patched up the hole behind the fridge. Sometimes I just lay there until my teeth start chattering. I try not to let you hear, but I think you do anyway. You left some old fruit out in a bin yesterday. I didn't think you'd miss it, so I spread my fingers in it. It was fun, just mashing my fingers in the old fruit, but then it started smelling really bad and I stopped. Oh! I almost forgot! Today I found a mouse in one of your traps. He was still alive, so I got a chance to play with him before he started stinking. I left it on your cupboard so you could play with it too when you have the time. I wish you had the time to play as you used to when you were scared. Remember those times where you would spend hours looking for me around the house? Why don't we do that anymore? Wishing we could play, Your Indoor Neighbor Entry 5622-2 Hide Entry 5622-2 Dear Anny, You do odd things sometimes. Like how you sleep under your covers now. Like how you have stopped reading my little letters. It's actually kind of rude, but I don't mind. It's like our little secret, except it's just mine I suppose. That's kind of the same with a lot of things. That dead mouse was meant for you, but eventually, it got dirty and I couldn't resist. That one will be our little secret. Speaking of little secrets, I just can't keep this from you any longer. Oooh! This is so fun! Do you remember when you had that one guy over? Terrible manners, but you do have an odd choice in guests. When I saw him come in I was scared. What was I going to do? What if he found me? I was scared. I was going to hurt him, but any friend of yours is a friend of mine. I watched him talk to you. It got really quiet, and then you shook your head, and he was screaming, and you were crying. And then he left, and you threw a little box he gave you on the ground. Then, I knew he wasn't your friend. The weirdest thing was, he didn't really even struggle once he was under the porch! He squirmed, of course, but he was crying more than anything. Well, once you went up to the bed, I snuck him inside, and then I squeezed him into the vent. Do you know how you save things for eating sometimes, and you put them in the fridge? Well, I had no fridge, so I made do with what I had. The smell did get bad, but I think it added a nice aura to the place that you were somewhat missing before. I hope you like the smell too, Your Indoor Neighbor Entry 5622-3 Hide Entry 5622-3 Dear Anny, I was trying to balance a tooth on my finger, but then I heard a strange noise. I took the long way down to the main floor. Good thing too, because I could see you tearing apart the vent with an ax. I thought you needed it. You do strange things sometimes. You seemed upset when you finally got through, which seems a bit weird, as you seemed so intent on getting into it anyway. Some strange men came inside and took you away. I was scared you were never coming back. I was scared I would go back to how I was without you. I was almost about to finish the last of the bones when I remembered that you will be back. You'll come back. I just noticed this flashing light on the laptop. I'm going to try covering it up with my hand. I can still see the red through my fingers. Is the red light why you've been so upset? I'm here whenever you need me, Your Indoor Neighbor Addendum 5622-2: SCP-5622-A has been incarcerated for being guilty of first-degree murder. Their testimony to convince the jury otherwise was deemed false; the information is insufficient to either prove or disprove the existence of the "Indoor Neighbor". Addendum 5622-3: The following document was found stored on the prison's Head Officer's work computer. They dismissed it as a prank. Dear guardian, I remember those grocery bags Anny used to bring in. When it rained, sometimes the bags would break and everything would spill out and make a mess. I am that bag. You don't understand, I need her. I'll go back to how I was before her, a monster, no, a murderer. If you don't give her back, I will make your home mine. I will find her. You can't hide her. She's scared of you. I can smell it from here. From, Your Indoor Neighbor Addendum 5622-4: SCP-5622-A made several complaints of a putrid smell emanating from their cell’s ventilation system. Subsequent investigation revealed a human femur with some residual soft tissue at the base of the shaft feeding SCP-5622-A’s cell. Genetic testing of the femur is ongoing. Addendum 5622-5: SCP-5622-A breached security and has not been located. Security cameras within SCP-5622-A's hallway were cut two days prior to the event and were being replaced the next day. No traces of SCP-5622-A's escape exist, save for two screws missing from their ventilation grate, and the following audio file, captured from a neighboring cell. Begin Log: Unidentified Voice: Hello Anny. [A metalic impact is heard] SCP-5622-A: Who- what the hell? Unidentified Voice: I have waited so long to finally meet you in person. SCP-5622-A: What the hell? Help please! Unidentified Voice: I hope that we can still stay friends after I let you be kidnapped and all, but you did keep me waiting for a long time. Now we have all the time we need! SCP-5622-A: No, no, please. Leave me alone. Unidentified Voice: You have no idea how much I've wanted a friend like you. SCP-5622-A: Help me! [A similar metallic impact is heard, proceeding several receding thuds] End Log Recovered webcam image has been appended to this file. Would you like to view? Hide webcam image ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5622" by Supposedly Spooky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5622. Licensed under CC-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: recoveredfile.jpg Author: Magic8Ball04 does not match any existing user name (Me) License: Own work Source Link: Own work Derivative of: NA |
SCP-5623 | ticonderoga | Item #: SCP-5623 Special Containment Procedures: All deep-space observatories are to be monitored by remote sensing and imaging satellites in low Earth orbit. The production and trade of new deep-space telescopes and satellites has been limited to companies where a sufficient number of undercover Foundation personnel are present in order to successfully implant a Binary_Star.aic file in all related hardware. All images of SCP-5623 are to be intercepted by the Foundation AI "Binary Star", saved in the Foundation database, and subsequently deleted from public records. Those who witness the anomaly are to be administered Class B amnestics. Description: SCP-5623 is the first extraterrestrial spacecraft observed by the Foundation and was discovered 54 years before the first manmade spacecraft1 and 57 years before the first manned spacecraft2 existed. SCP-5623 has a frame in the form of an oblate spheroid with an outer chamber on the bottom side which presumably serves as a control room. Discovery: On 28 August 1903, Foundation Astronomers observed SCP-5623 near the Orion Nebula in the Milky Way Galaxy through a telescope. SCP-5623 has not been sighted since its discovery by any telescope or spatial equipment. Other cosmic phenomena have led Foundation Astronomers to hypothesize that SCP-5623 was pulled in by the gravity of a red dwarf star and upon impact, ceased to exist alongside the star. The proposal to change its object class to neutralized is still pending. Insert Level 4 Credentials Footnotes 1. The first satellite, Sputnik 1 was launched on 4 October 1957. 2. The first manned spaceflight took place on 12 April 1961 when Yuri Gagarin was launched as part of the Vostok 1 mission. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5623" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5623. Licensed under CC-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: ZeppelinBW Name: Luftschiff Graf Zeppelin LZ 127 Author: German Federal Archives / Deutsches Bundesarchiv License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: wikimedia commons Attribution as in source link: Bundesarchiv, Bild 102-00951 / CC-BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Background image by url (not uploaded as file) Name: Orion Nebula - Hubble 2006 mosaic 18000 Author: NASA, ESA, M. Robberto (Space Telescope Science Institute/ESA) and the Hubble Space Telescope Orion Treasury Project Team License: Public domain Source Link: wikimedia commons Additional Note: The module somehow mirrors the image which I don't mind, but I cannot explain this. Also if the image causes issues in general (I used not the full quality photo from the Hubble Space Telescope so it should be fine), I can change it for a lower quality one. |
SCP-5624 | safe | A non-anomalous copy of SCP-5624 Item#: SCP-5624 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5624 is to be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Experimentation is permitted with approval from Director Naismith. As of 5/20/21, SCP-5624 is not to be scanned with photographs under any circumstances. Description: SCP-5624 is a 2 cm x 6 cm paper cutout depicting a small grayscale caricature of a man with glasses. Analysis of SCP-5624 has indicated that the image was made with an inkjet printer; however, inkjet copies of SCP-5624 do not possess the original anomalous effects. When SCP-5624 is laid over another image with a computer scanner, the resulting scan will have altered the original image's content. This effect is most prominent in comic strips, or any other image depicting at least two "characters." The presence of SCP-5624 will nullify any conflict between the characters, or introduce some new aspect of wholesomeness and gratitude. In order for this to occur, SCP-5624 must be superimposed in the image's negative space. Recovery Log: SCP-5624 was brought to the Foundation's attention from the Tumblr webcomic "Mr. Goodtimes & the Quest for Multiversal Peace," a series of newspaper comic strips altered by SCP-5624. Following an investigation, the blog was shut down, the owner was amnesticized, and SCP-5624 was confiscated. Addendum 1 — Examples of SCP-5624 alterations from the original website Strip series Original Content SCP-5624 placement Result The Lockhorns Leroy Lockhorn sits in his recliner. Loretta Lockhorn complains. Caption: "I call this sculpture: 'Disappointment in Repose.'" The space directly to the right of Loretta. Leroy and Loretta embrace, smiling and crying. Loretta speaks. Caption: "God, we're a mess, aren't we? But I wouldn't have it any other way." Calvin and Hobbes Calvin's father returns home during winter. Several sculptures of murdered snowmen are in the yard, while a snow-wizard sculpture laughs maniacally. Calvin's father thinks to himself: "I don't think they're assigning Calvin enough homework." In the snow next to the family car. Calvin and his father work together on a gorier snowman display. Calvin remarks: "Don't forget the entrails. Snowstradamus likes to make an example of his enemies." Calvin's father thinks to himself: "I don't know what I was missing!" Garfield Jon calls one of his dates on the telephone. Getting rejected, he hangs up the phone and sobs. Garfield thinks to himself: "Maybe the 407th call was overdoing it." Central panel, behind Jon. Jon says "…actually, never mind, I'm not interested." on the phone in the first panel. After hanging up, he hugs Garfield, saying "Who needs dating? I got all the love I need right here." Garfield smiles and thinks "Darn right you do." Peanuts Snoopy sits on top of his doghouse and pretends he's fighting the Red Baron in World War I. In the sky next to Snoopy. Snoopy shakes hands with an identical dog wearing a pickelhaube, narrating: "Having finally brokered peace with Kaiser Wilhelm II, our hero returns home with hope in his heart for a brighter future. The World rejoices at an end to the years of senseless bloodshed that have engulfed Europe. " In the background, Lucy can be seen allowing Charlie Brown to kick the football. Addendum 2 — Examples of SCP-5624 alterations from Foundation experimentation Image Original Content SCP-5624 placement Result A photocopy of Judith and Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi Judith and a servant woman work together to decapitate Holofernes, who is sleeping, with a knife. In the background. A weeping and repentant Holofernes kneels to Judith, laying down his weapons at her feet (presumably to apologize for trying to destroy her hometown of Bethulia). Judith, also weeping, places a merciful hand on his shoulder. A photocopy of a World War I propaganda poster "DESTROY THIS MAD BRUTE" — a snarling ape wears a helmet labeled "MILITARISM" and brandishes a bloody club labeled "KULTUR" while carrying off a half-naked woman — "ENLIST — US ARMY" In the background. "BE NICE TO APES" — a smiling ape wears a helmet labeled "APE HAT" and holds a submarine sandwich while a half-naked woman combs his fur — "THEY'RE DOING THEIR BEST" A photograph of D-59183 and D-29387, taken at Site-59 on 5/19/21, taken for the purpose of experimentation with SCP-5624. As instructed, D-59183 and D-29387 stand next to each other in an empty room. The space to the left of D-59183. D-59183 is dead, and D-29387 kneels next to his corpse, sobbing. [See Addendum 3] Addendum 3 - Moratorium on Photographic Testing On 5/20/21, immediately following the scan of the photograph with SCP-5624, D-59183 was found dead in his cell. Cause of death was determined to be drowning in black ink. Despite confirmed reports of D-59813 having reported for other experiments two hours prior, the state of decomposition indicated that he had been dead for at least 17 hours — since the time the photograph was taken. Date: 5/20/21 Interviewer: Researcher Charlton Interviewed: D-29387 <begin log> Charlton: We'd like to ask you a few questions regarding the photograph yesterday. [D-29387 trembles at the mention of the photograph, remaining silent. His breathing becomes quicker.] Charlton: If you do not cooperate with— D-29387: Fuck off, you know what happened. You were there when the picture was taken. Charlton: I was, but I was not in the picture. You were. We have reason to believe that what you saw, and what I saw, are two different things. D-29387: So you think I'm insane? Charlton: I don't have the right degree on my wall to make that decision. No judgments are being made here — all the same, you're not leaving this room until we have your version of events. D-29387: Goddammit. Okay, fine. Where are we starting? Charlton: Of the two of you who came into the photograph — [D-29387 breaks down, sobbing.] Charlton: …I suppose this means you're aware of what happened to D-59813. D-29387: Brad. Charlton: The names of D-class are confidential. D-29387: He told me. Charlton: Records indicate that the time you and D-59— Brad knew each other begun at the time of the shooting, and you had no contact prior. And yet — were you close? D-29387: He's the only reason I made it out of there. Charlton: The room where the photograph took place? D-29387: No. The place we were pulled into. I thought you would have seen that part, at least. Charlton: That's why we want to know what you saw. D-29387: I'm not sure how much time went by. By the time we broke out, only an instant had passed — but I swear it was a few months, at least. Apparently some of the other people there were still waiting to get out of the lake on their own, once Mr. Goodtimes "approved" — Brad taught me how to fight my way out instead. He even tried to attack Goodtimes himself on the way out — didn't go too well, obviously. Charlton: Can you tell me more about this "lake"? [D-29387 hesitates.] D-29387: …gimme a minute. I'm still raw from all this. Charlton: Take your time. Maybe changing the subject would help - who was "Mr. Goodtimes?" Was he a man with glasses? [D-29387 nods.] Charlton: Did he look like a — D-29387: Cartoon character. No anger in his voice, just said he was "here to help" and dragged us into his little lake — smiling the whole time. The lake was… cold. Wet. The ground was covered in this thick layer of black mud that stained our clothes. Sky was pure white. Smelled like newspaper and blood. No horizon, just more black and white. The mud felt solid beneath our feet, but the more we walked forward, the more it pulled us in, and the arms kept coming and… [D-29387 hesitates, breaking into a cold sweat.] …look, I never knew Brad before all this went down. But you work that hard to get out of the lake with someone for that long, and he's gonna be the brother you never knew you had. All the problems you had outside the lake don't matter no more, there's only the fight to escape — and all the dreams of what you'll do once you break out. Though sometimes, when I put it that way, I feel we played right into Goodtimes's little lesson plan. Charlton: Which is? D-29387: "Be good to each other. Or die." <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5624" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5624. Licensed under CC-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-5625 | keter | a hopeful romantic That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 1/5625 LEVEL 1/5625 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5625 keter Special Containment Procedures: All contained samples of SCP-5625 are currently stored at Site-66. Contact tracing is in progress to recognize and address civilian contraction of SCP-5625. In the event of an outbreak, Curable Anomalous Disease Protocol 3 should be implemented. TEM micrograph of SCP-5625 Description: SCP-5625 is a human-contractable negative-strand RNA virus that attacks the central nervous system of its host. Individuals infected with SCP-5625 typically display unfamiliarity with basic concepts, as well as a slight cough. An antiviral regimen has been proven to halt the progression of SCP-5625 infection and is currently in the final phase of testing. SCP-5625 infection was initially diagnosed in Jason Nemo, an Anomaly Registration Agent assigned to Processing Facility 6. Agent Nemo was apprehended while attempting to register his own nose as an anomalous growth. After confirming that his lack of recognition was genuine, Agent Nemo’s cough led site management to preemptively institute a quarantine for fear of a contagious anomalous phenomenon. To date, 187 Anomaly Registration Agents based in Processing Facility 6 have been diagnosed with SCP-5625 infection. Addendum: The following operational announcement has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E. OPERATION NACIREMA The average Anomaly Registration Agent identifies and registers about one anomaly every two weeks, on average. Considering that there is no known origin or initial date of infection for SCP-5625, there could be years’ worth of non-anomalous materials and organisms in our system. An overhaul is imperative. An ad-hoc Task Force has been formed for this purpose: Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez – Quality Assurance Agent Assistant Researcher Satomi Yamamoto – Quality Assurance Agent Dr. Sullivan Boru, DDS – Remote Administrative Liaison The core action item for this Task Force is to reconsider all objects and entities registered by agents with known cases of SCP-5625 infection. Erroneously registered entries will be processed at the discretion of Dr. Boru, with all relevant documentation automatically uploaded to SCP-5625's file. Addendum 5625-1: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous living entities. RegID: ENT006-539424 Agent ID: ANREG86134072 Registration Description: Rat with overly hairy tail. Capable of coercing the elderly to feed it. Ay, first non-anom spotted! Dr. Boru, here’s a squirrel for you. Am I doing this right? ~ Satomi Yes, this format works. As long as you explain what it is, I can get it out of our system and into the proper channels. I think this little guy’s going to end up in the park. [Sully] RegID: ENT006-443808 Agent ID: ANREG94063745 Registration Description: A fragile, patterned rock. When left alone, the limbs and head of a small creature emerge from it. The creature proceeds to drag the rock around. Hermit crab. - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez RegID: ENT006-740678 Agent ID: ANREG83521120 Registration Description: Tall, spotted creature with horns and hooves. Primarily eats leaves. Giraffe! Not gonna lie, finding these can be a little bit of a rush. ~ Satomi RegID: ENT006-571350 Agent ID: ANREG21201978 Registration Description: Powerful sociomancer. Capable of dissolving any romantic union. Divorce lawyer. They really couldn’t do this with an AI or automated code? - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez Turns out Foundation AICs don’t have the knowledge base required for this level of analysis. Sorry, Cortez. We’re all in this for the long run. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Welcome! Hello, Dr. Boru! I’m Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity maestro! I know it can be difficult managing a group of strangers, and I’m here to make sure that everything runs smoothly! Why not start by getting to know your new team? Based on their web activity, you could talk to Satomi Yamamoto about vine compilation videos or why do horses look like that! You could also get to know Alma Cortez by discussing their interest in how to cope with a frustrating job assignment or classical music 10 hours! That’s all I have for now, but I’ll be checking in every once in a while with updates and tips on how to take your team’s performance to the next level! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-2: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous locations or geographical phenomena. RegID: GEO006-318676 Agent ID: ANREG99126962 Registration Description: A park in New Jersey where entities dressed as soldiers in the Civil War often reappear. Passers-by tend to act interested but not concerned. War re-enactment. Is there any chance I can work remotely on this Task Force? - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez Sorry, InfoSec wouldn’t allow the remote access you’d need. They’re barely okay with me having it. [Sully] RegID: GEO006-696716 Agent ID: ANREG16773901 Registration Description: Building that seemingly never ends. Considerably larger than any other I’ve ever seen. Tricky one, but this is the Boeing factory in Washington! As a warning, Dr. Boru, I’m officially competing with Cortez to see who can find the most non-anoms. Mind keeping score for us? ~ Satomi Already got the scoreboard set up. I respect your attempts to make “non-anoms” a real term. [Sully] RegID: GEO006-578076 Agent ID: ANREG01698479 Registration Description: Undulating colorful spirit in the sky. Aurora borealis. Please ignore anything that Yamamoto has said about me. Spending more than a week checking data will drive anybody insane. - Assistant Researcher Alma Cortez Noted. [Sully] RegID: GEO006-802777 Agent ID: ANREG16773901 Registration Description: URGENT – The edge of earth, only water and void, the end! The ocean! Weird one. Oh, and ignore anything Cortez’s been saying! She’s just sick of hanging out with me all day. :) ~ Satomi Noted. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Update! Hello, Dr. Boru! It’s Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity gourmand! Just popping in to let you know how things are going! Looks like Alma Cortez has been a real rock star! They spend 92% of their time on officially sanctioned Foundation sites! They do occasionally spend their time looking up things like how to tell if a coworker is into you and best organizational software for mac, but it's okay to take a break every once in a while! Looks like Satomi Yamamoto hasn't been working as hard as they should! They spend 64% of their time on officially sanctioned Foundation sites! I'd recommend talking to them and seeing why they keep getting distracted by things like girl in red tour dates and bad jokes that make people laugh! That's all for now! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-3: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous media. RegID: MED006-339545 Agent ID: ANREG21201978 Registration Description: Book that causes a sense of unease, as if something is missing. A translation of Georges Perec's novel La Disparition. Notably, the entire book is written without once using the letter 'e'. - Alma Cortez Nice catch! [Sully] RegID: MED006-139962 Agent ID: ANREG65137046 Registration Description: A movie that is somewhere between animation and live-action. No idea how they made this one. Perfectly normal copy of A Scanner Darkly. Based on the novel by the same name by Philip K. Dick, an author I could never really get into. Admittedly, the rotoscoping does make me a bit queasy. But I don't think that's anomalous. - Alma Cortez RegID: MED006-053329 Agent ID: ANREG21201978 Registration Description: A popular television series that depicts several entities contained by the Foundation with alarming accuracy. This appeared to be a deluxe box-set of The X-Files. But just to be super sure that it isn't anomalous, Cortez and I are planning to watch it all together. Including, in the name of thoroughness, all 20 hours of bonus material. I know it sounds like a headache, but it's worth it to make sure this isn't going to cause an information leak. ~ Tomi I certainly appreciate you two going above and beyond. In the future, though, feel free to not go so far, alright? I'd like to get through these records in my lifetime. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Update! Hello, Dr. Boru! It's Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity oracle! Just popping in to let you know how things are going! Uh-oh! Looks like Alma Cortez could use a boost! Their productivity has fallen to 83%! Maybe you should talk to them about their recent searches for good shows to watch with friends and how to ask out a coworker! Uh-oh! Looks like Satomi Yamamoto could use a boost! Their productivity has fallen to 48%! Maybe you should talk to them about their recent searches for x files true story and is dating a coworker a bad idea even if i want to! That's all for now! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-4: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous abstract concepts. RegID: ABS006-555347 Agent ID: ANREG05685253 Registration Description: An unnerving sense that I've been here before. Note: I had not been there before. Deja vu. This group of records is going to be insufferable, isn't it? - Alma Yep. Enjoy! [Sully] RegID: ABS006-171928 Agent ID: ANREG86134072 Registration Description: The tendency of some individuals to act with no conceivable material gain. This is literally just the concept of altruism. Should we be worried about the guy who registered this one? ~ Tomi I'll handle it. Good catch. [Sully] RegID: ABS006-256177 Agent ID: ANREG83521120 Registration Description: I have several bland memories from childhood that I've found to be false. Sounds similar to Freud's concept of screen memory. On another note, I just sent over a quick notification that Tomi and I have begun seeing each other. I apologize in advance if that makes anything weird. - Alma Yeah, I saw that. I wish you two the best of luck, if only so I don't have to deal with the fallout. [Sully] RegID: ABS006-810631 Agent ID: ANREG83521120 Registration Description: A warm feeling felt while looking at close family members. Is this the concept of love? That's a bit sad. - Alma RegID: ABS006-430260 Agent ID: ANREG65137046 Registration Description: I have found that I get inexplicably sad while watching videos from my childhood. Is it meta to say that forgetting about nostalgia is sad? Layers of sadness. Oof. ~ Tomi RegID: ABS006-061613 Agent ID: ANREG01698479 Registration Description: Previously-unknown color created by mixing red, green, and blue paint. Very plain. Looks like brown! Also, Alma and I are dating. She definitely already emailed you about it, but I'm taking the opportunity to brag. ~ Tomi Duly noted. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Sullivan Boru ([email protected]) From: Ostra-Nenny! ([email protected]) Subject: Update! Hello, Dr. Boru! I’m Ostra-Nenny, your personal productivity ninja! Just popping in to let you know how things are going! As of today, you are exactly halfway to your projected project completion date! Give you and your team some pats on the back! You've earned it! It's been a productive two years for all of you! But, uh-oh! It looks like your initial action items are only 37% complete! I'd recommend getting together with your team and seeing what you can do to help them maximize their productivity! That's all for now! Talk to you later! Ostra-Nenny, Productivity Support Addendum 5625-5: The following reports have been logged by Operation Nacirema's Quality Assurance Agents as instances of erroneous registration as anomalous objects. RegID: OBJ006-153303 Agent ID: ANREG99126962 Registration Description: The remains of a bridge that tore itself to pieces. Tacoma Narrows Bridge, specifically. I've attached a quick explainer on the topic of harmonic oscillation and its effects on suspension bridges. - Alma Googled it. Looks good. Nice catch. [Sully] RegID: OBJ006-114451 Agent ID: ANREG05685253 Registration Description: The crown throne of Denmark. Material is said to be unicorn horn. Close! It's narwhal horn. Should I be concerned that we've had the throne of Denmark in containment for at least two and a half years? ~ Tomi You shouldn't. I probably should. Nice catch. [Sully] RegID: OBJ006-880975 Agent ID: ANREG16773901 Registration Description: A heavy metal object. Capable of manifesting small holes in anything it's pointed at. An agent registered his own gun. We have reached a new low. - Alma RegID: OBJ006-339127 Agent ID: ANREG94063745 Registration Description: Twenty cases of anomalously carbonated French wine. Tastes divine. Like tasting the stars, huh? That's champagne, obviously. Save us a bottle, Sull. ~ Tomi Are you kidding? There's twenty cases. You can each have two bottles. [Sully] RegID: OBJ006-793144 Agent ID: ANREG65648404 Registration Description: A small silver ring. The stone set into it is anomalously hard and reflects light oddly. I sent you an email about this one. I know it's a rather big request and it might seem like I'm planning too far ahead, but it's best to be prepared. - Alma Very cogently put. It'd get trashed anyway, so it's all yours. From all I've seen of the two of you so far, it's an honor to be a small part of what comes next. [Sully] Addendum: The following email was sent to an account currently assigned to this document. To: Operation Nacirema Documentation ([email protected]) From: Mailer Daemon ([email protected]) Subject: Email Delivery Error The recipient of the following email could not be found. It has been forwarded to this account by default. For more details, please contact [email protected]. To: Satomi Yamamoto ([email protected]) From: Document Recovery ([email protected]) Subject: 'For Vows.doc' The following unsaved document was recovered from your system following an automated restart. In the future, please make sure you back up your data regularly. IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND YOU ARE NOT ME: Ignore the name of the file, okay? I'm not writing wedding vows. That's an insane thing to do. This isn't for Alma, anyway, this is for me. I figure, Future Me, you've been with Alma for so long that maybe she's become something different to you than what she first was to me. Not because she's going to change, but like how sometimes you look at an optical illusion and it's a bunch of blobs and colors and then it comes together, and it's beautiful, but it was another kind of beautiful before in a way that you can't see anymore because your eyes have adjusted. You can't forget something like that, right? Stream of consciousness. Rambling. Sorry, Future Me. Let's focus on the goal here: give you nice little memory tidbits that you can whip out at the altar to one-up Cortez. Since you and I both know that she's going to fucking kill it on the vows. She's disgustingly articulate. Okay, first slideshow image: first day on Team Non-Anom. Past Me was wearing heels, because that was the vibe I got from the briefing. Alma was at her desk, already checking emails. Her hair was still long then, and she had it up, and she was wearing one of her trademark blue buttondowns. And she looked up, and she made eye contact with Past Me, and Past Me said hi and then we both went to work. And Past Me thought she was cute but with kinda scary vibes, like the goth kid with the septum piercing in high school. Got it? Good. Moving on. Next up, first time she smiled at Past Me. We were grabbing a working lunch in-office because we were waiting on a phone call with the references for some dude in containment. I had PBJ, she had a whole set-up because she's Alma and she lives to be extra. I think there was salmon in some kind of sauce? Anyway. I told that one joke about the blonde putting up her car for collateral that Dad really likes, since it was the one joke I could remember that wasn't super NSFW. And I hit the punchline, and there was the patented heart-stopping Alma smile. You know the one. There was a little bit of sauce on her lips. And that's when Past Me knew. Moving on. I'm not going to describe the first kiss, obviously. It's burned in my mind's eye, except I don't just see her but feel her and smell her and yeah. You can't paint over a wall on fire. If you can't remember that moment, Future Me, you shouldn't be writing vows in the first place. It's getting close to the end of the day now. We're planning to grab food on the way back. There's a new food truck near our apartment (OUR apartment! I fucking love it! OUR, OUR apartment!!!). So just to cap this off, let me tell you what she's doing right now. Alma's bent over the keyboard, eyes way too close to the screen. You know, the Working Position. She's wearing her bootleg X-Files t-shirt and jeans, and her hair's in that little ponytail to keep it out of her eyes, and she is a fucking goddess. I look at her and it's like seeing through time, seeing every smile and touch and person she's ever been, like layers on layers of the same beautiful person. And I can't fucking wait, Future Me, to know how I see her in the future. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5625" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5625. Licensed under CC-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: virus.jpg Name: File:Rabies Virus EM PHIL 1876.JPG Author: CDC/Dr. Fred Murphy License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons |
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SCP-5626-1 is to be kept submerged in water, in a container made from beryllium bronze kept above freezing and below one degree Celsius. The water must be purified continuously, both thaumaturgically and physically. Low yield electrical current must be introduced into the submersion tank three times per hour. SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C are to be condemned and boarded up; no access is to be granted to any personnel or civilians at this time. So long as the anomalous nature of these areas is poorly understood, all entry is prohibited. Performance of SCP-5626 is to be monitored wherever possible. Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to search for and delete all posts to online forums referencing the practice. Users having posted such material will be tracked, investigated, and detained if necessary. Famed artist Hein Semke, in preparation of performing SCP-5626. Description: SCP-5626 is a thaumaturgical ritual, Daevite in origin, intended to reshape local reality.1 Performance of SCP-5626 involves the shaping of a sculpture, thematically tied to the changes the performer wishes to make. The actual practice of SCP-5626 is not well understood, as the only reference is SCP-140 which must be examined extremely carefully due to its own anomalous effects. It is commonly understood that the sculpture must be malleable, and clay is often used in the construction. Furthermore, SCP-5626 appears to be tied to certain necromantic rites (see Discovery below). SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C are confirmed to be areas where the ritual was performed. Each is an industrial site located in Continental Europe in close proximity to a metropolitan area. Local reality has been significantly altered in unpredictable ways within each site, and cannot be traversed safely. SCP-5626-1 is the only recovered instance of a sculpture tied to performance of SCP-5626. The sculpture is formed out of clay, with steel nails driven into it at various angles. It resembles a human hand, clenched in anger. Despite its makeup consisting of nonanomalous clay, the sculpture is extremely resistant to damage. Extensive testing and research of the physical and ontokinetic properties of the sculpture led to the current containment procedures, but previously the anomaly had to be stored off-site. Touching the sculpture instantaneously transports an individual to a pocket dimension with physical laws that highly deviate from baseline reality. [See Addendum 5626.1] Periodically2, the anomaly will pulse with soft blue light and will draw in any individuals within three meters of its physical location, transporting them into the pocket dimension. The containment procedures interfere with this anomalous property but will not stop the effect from taking place when touched. Discovery: In September of 1993, company Proiskhozhdeniye Investitsii3 began purchasing warehouse spaces in major metropolitan areas. Routine tracking of international investments by the company was regularly performed due to its involvement in previous investigations. On 4 September, 1993, surveillance of one such property in an industrial district of Rome revealed the scene of a ritual murder – three men and one woman were eviscerated, and their organs laid out among symbols that matched records of Daevic thaumaturgy. The symbols and organs were centered around an empty space theorized to have held something of ritual importance, but the ritual had occurred several days before. Each of the corpses had been opened from the groin to the base of the throat. The wound was caused by a dull blade and was inflicted while the victim was alive, although there were no defensive wounds present on the body. The rib cages were torn open with brute force and the hearts and lungs were removed. Inserted into each chest cavity was a totem crafted by bending the branches of a red willow sapling - each totem was of a different shape, most reminiscent of Daevic sigils but unrecognizable. The bodies were sat upright, their arms outstretched along their spread legs, between which laid the heart and lungs. Each corpse’s eyelids had been severed and its eyes focused on the empty space at the center of the Daevic sigils. Addendum 5626.1 – Action Report Close File Log of Infiltration MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) Personnel Present: Captain Rashid al Hasin4 Lieutenant Marcus Gibbs Lieutenant Maria Waltham5 Sergeant Mark Kenoshi6 Sergeant Gabriel Merced Objectives: Investigate and apprehend individual(s) performing SCP-5626 and put a halt to the ritual if possible. Foreword: The other two properties were investigated, revealing two more ritual sites following a similar pattern in Manchester, England and Oslo, Norway.7 In Oslo, MTF personnel caught Chernoff in the middle of the ritual, having already killed the four sacrifices and in the midst of working on SCP-5626-1 with a putty knife. Subject was covered to the elbows in blood, and his knife was bloody, leaving stained marks on the sculpture. MTF personnel engaged with Chernoff and interrupted his sculpting. Chernoff pulled a sidearm and was shot before he could aim at the MTF, firing a round in his spasm and prompting a flash of light from SCP-5626-1 when it was struck with a round. The following log represents what footage was recoverable: Footage has been corrupted by the thaumaturgical energies present from the moment SCP-5626-1 activated. It is unclear how much time has passed. The MTF is on a beach surrounded by fog; it is impossible to see more than a few dozen meters inland. The view out over the water is unimpeded. First images are of a desaturated beach landscape; the colors seem significantly drained from the environment. There are numerous identical statues of a woman on the beach, though they seem insubstantial as they are semitranslucent despite being constructed of stone. Captain al Hasin checks his team and confirms all are alive and conscious. There is no sign of the subject, Chernoff. Behind the gathered MTF forces is a wall of fog, inconspicuous as it extends from ground level into the sky. Sergeant Gibbs throws a lit flare into the fog and it disappears immediately, despite being capable of outputting 1200 lumens. Captain al Hasin orders the rest of the team away from the boundary. Lieutenant Waltham notes footprints in the wet sand going in the opposite direction and the team begin following. Footage is indecipherable due to corruption for approximately eight minutes. Captain al Hasin calls a halt as he approaches train tracks that go out into the water to a breaker made of loose stones and concrete. The tracks begin somewhere beyond the boundary of the beach, shrouded in fog, and continue on past the breaker into the water towards the horizon. The tracks are worn down through erosion and decay, but are solid when al Hasin steps onto them. There is no sign of any purpose or use to the tracks. Approximately ten minutes abridged due to corruption of the file. An area of the beach is covered in discarded driftwood, along with three trunks set upright in the sand. A loose structure built of the wood stands on the beach. Inside the structure are four humanoid entities. They are on their knees with their hands outstretched towards the sky, their heads bowed. Each is apparently wailing, but with little more than croaking sounds being produced. There are three men and one woman and each has been disfigured in some way with pale, cracked skin. Waltham approaches the figure closest to the edge of the structure and notes that the entity’s fingers have been detached by brute force. None of them speak or acknowledge the MTF’s presence, even when personnel kneel directly in front of them. On closer inspection, it is apparent the humanoids’ mouths have been stuffed with brownish-red clay. The footage jumps forward an indeterminate amount of time as the MTF approaches another group of four humanoid entities; these are splayed out on the beach each staring into the overcast sky. In their left hands they hold a putty knife. The humanoids murmur in tandem but indecipherably. The camera shifts and three members of the MTF squad approach another set of four, fifteen meters down the beach. They are laying face down with their heads buried in the sand. Driftwood spikes anchor each extremity but no blood is visible from this distance. Beyond that, a rock formation stands on the beach approximately twenty meters tall, stretching out from the fog towards the ocean. The footage is corrupted for the next ten minutes. The reverse side of rock formation is shown, revealing a cave. In the distance beyond the formation is a large humanoid statue with its arms outstretched. This statue, like the ones seen at the beginning of the footage, is translucent and devoid of all color.8 In the distance, the driftwood structure is barely visible through the translucent statue. al Hasin checks his carbine, and the others follow suit. The MTF approach the cave. The footage is corrupted for approximately three minutes. Captain al Hasin proceeds down a slightly sloped cavern floor, illuminated by flashlight affixed to his carbine. Laughing can be heard echoing through the cave. Waltham: [Yelling] Why don’t you shut up? al Hasin: That’s enough, Lieutenant. al Hasin turns and looks at each of his squad, gesturing silence. al Hasin: [Loudly] Lieutenant Chernoff, we’d like to speak with you. Chernoff: I was a Colonel by the end, you idiot! The squad holds on al Hasin’s hand gesture, while he scans ahead down into the cavern with his light. al Hasin: Okay, Colonel, can we talk? There doesn’t need to be more violence, we’re all stuck here. Chernoff: [Laughing] I’m not stuck here at all, I could leave whenever I want! al Hasin: Then why haven’t you? Chernoff: You Foundation types are so fucking arrogant, you think you’re the ultimate authority. But my Lady will see to you. Chernoff bounds into the light and knocks al Hasin to the stone floor. He has been transfigured; his deformed shape is nearly two meters tall with one arm significantly larger than the other. The left side of his face is drooping in an exaggerated manner, at least five centimeters beyond the length of his jaw. His skin is the same color as the reddish brown clay SCP-5626-1 is constructed of. He then approaches the remaining MTF squad. Gibbs is the first to open fire, but the other three follow suit. Numerous rounds strike the entity in the chest, digging holes in its flesh/clay. Bloody clay splashes to the stone floor and Chernoff cries out in frustration, then retreats back down into the darkness. Waltham helps al Hasin to his feet. Chernoff: [Yelling] You think you can kill me? That’s all you do, isn’t it? al Hasin: [Leaning on Waltham] That’s enough now! Come out and let’s talk before you bleed to death. Chernoff: There is nothing to speak about. Even if I fail, this world will be changed. You’ve all been living on borrowed time for nearly two thousand years. The People will live again and be free, and all those lost years will be reclaimed. The surface of the Earth will be molded by Her will to better honor those long dead and forgotten. Gibbs approaches the downward slope, his carbine pointed towards the echoing voice. al Hasin motions him back, just as Chernoff leaps onto Gibbs. His englarged hand engulfs Gibbs’ head and crushes it. Chernoff laughs as he runs back down the cave, receiving several more rounds as he retreats from the MTF. Waltham: Mother fucker. Kenoshi bends down over Gibbs but turns away quickly, gagging. Merced retrieves a cylindrical object from Gibbs’ utility vest and runs into the darkness. Chernoff: You’re refuse! Human garbage! The Foundation are killers, nothing more! Fascists, thugs, monsters all! You deserve everything that’s com– A loud blast and flaring of light interrupts the subject’s yelling, followed by a high pitched screaming. Waltham – still half carrying al Hasin – rushes towards the source of the bright illumination. Chernoff’s form is writhing on the cavern floor, bits of burnt clay falling from him. His entire body is wreathed in bright white flames and part of his torso is absent. Merced: White phosphorus. The screaming increases, while Chernoff continues to roll back and forth on the stone. Waltham pulls her sidearm and fires twice, caving in Chernoff’s burning skull. The form lays motionless and continues to burn for approximately four minutes until the footage cuts off. Close File SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C evidenced significantly degraded local reality and have been closed off to the public. Waltham surmised that interrupting the ritual at SCP-5626-C interfered with the linking of the sites – the condition of the pocket dimension and Chernoff’s degraded form indicated a corruption of SCP-5626. If Chernoff had completed the third ritual, the geographic area bounded by the three sites would have been altered in some way.9 It is unclear what would have resulted had the ritual been completed. Command re-established contact with MTF-Beta-777 personnel when they apparated within the building where Chernoff was confronted; personnel had only minor injuries save for Captain al Hasin’s broken tibia. Despite the length of the recorded footage, only approximately ninety seconds had elapsed since Command lost contact with the team. An empty hinged box made of beryllium bronze was recovered from the ritual site, with foam molding that indicated it had been used to carry SCP-5626-1. Hastily scrawled instructions were also recovered, comprising a break down step-by-step of how to prepare the ritual performed. It is unclear who wrote these instructions, but it is clear that Chernoff was using them as his bloody fingerprints were found on the document. Studying the instructions led to the first flawed containment procedures concerning SCP-5626-1, specifically the advisement to “keep the statue away from water and electrical current.” Several personnel were declared lost during the anomaly’s first few days at Site-91, until a comprehensive procedure was designed. Chernoff’s and Gibb’s remains were not recovered. Hecatoncheires Cycle << Oh So Smart or Oh So Pleasant | SCP-5626:The Farthest Shore | SCP-6520: Director's Eyes Only >> Footnotes 1. No successful completion of SCP-5626 has deviated wildly from the physical laws of baseline reality. 2. Sometimes as often as three times daily. 3. Russian conglomerate owned and operated by ex-GRU Division-P Lieutenant Leonid Chernoff. 4. Formerly of MTF-Omega-20 (“Thought Police”), appended to MTF-Beta-777. Psionic Grade-3 including lie detection (Class-C divination), thought transmission, and weak precognition. 5. Class-A thaumatologist. 6. Formerly of MTF-Tau-9 (“Bookworms”). Linguist, specializing in several dead languages including: Daevic, several Ancient Greek dialects, ancient Japanese, Sumerian and other Eurasian writing traditions. 7. The three sites were designated SCP-5626-A, -B, and -C, respectively. 8. The large statue was not visible in earlier footage, despite the fact that the squad must have passed it on the way to their current location in the log. 9. Representing roughly 30% of the land mass in Western Continental Europe. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5626" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5626. Licensed under CC-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-5627 | euclid | SCP-5627-1 removed from SCP-5627-3 residence prior to incineration Item #: SCP-5627 Special Containment Procedures: The 28 known extant colonies of Myrmica sabuleti1 are to be monitored monthly by a Class C Foundation myrmecologist. All efforts must be made to sustain these colonies as viable hosts for Phengaris arion2 larvae. If ant numbers fall below required levels then activities must be triggered to detect, remove and remediate any SCP-5627 anomalous parasitic phenomena. Access to colony location coordinates requires Level 2 clearance. Foundation staff involved in managing SCP-5627 should familiarise themselves with the parasitic lifecycle of the P. a. arion butterfly3. Description: SCP-5627 is the collective designation for anomalous parasitic phenomena pertaining to the P. a. arion butterfly species. SCP-5627-1 are anomalous P. a. arion larvae. They manifest when P. a. arion's brood-host colonies of M. sabuleti come under extreme survival pressure and are unable to sustain non-anomalous P. a. arion larvae. Example causes of colony collapse include over-intensive farming, chemical contamination, noise pollution and flooding. SCP-5627-1 parasitic behaviour, including SCP-5627-2 production, is a survival mechanism of last resort. SCP-5627-1 have pink bodies with brown heads and fine colourless bristles. Their segmental divisions are deeply incised, with a longitudinal dorsal furrow. During its 270 day larval period, with sufficient protein intake, an SCP-5627-1 grows from 3.0 mm in length to 50-60 cm with an average final mass of 4.0 kg. It then enters its pupal stage, forming a chrysalis. Thereafter growth ceases. Dissections of pupal SCP-5627-1 invariably find they have exceeded their maximum biologically viable size. No final butterfly forms of SCP-5627-1 have been observed. Analysis of SCP-5627-2, the milky-white saccharine liquid secreted by SCP-5627-1, has established traces of psychotropic and hallucinogenic compounds. Its mechanism of action merits further study. SCP-5627-2 has been detected in aerosol form up to a 200 m radius of an SCP-5627-1. SCP-5627-3 are humans under the influence of SCP-5627-2. SCP-5627-3s, exposed to SCP-5627-2 in its aerosol form, will perceive an SCP-5627-1 instance to be a person of great importance to them. Operating under this delusion they will introduce the instance into their home, where they will groom and feed it with whatever protein they can obtain over a period of months. SCP-5627-3 status can be determined from the following behaviours, all of which are consistent with ant-host functions under non-anomalous P. a. arion influence: Aspect SCP-5627-3 Diagnostic Behaviour Acquisition Conveying an SCP-5627-1 instance to the SCP-5627-3's residence, storing the individual buccally or sub-lingually for safe transport, size-permitting. Hosting Installing SCP-5627-1 in the SCP-5627-3's sleeping accommodation. Grooming Orally and manually cleaning SCP-5627-1's bristles, segmental grooves and dorsal furrow throughout its larval growth phase. SCP-5627-1 Nutrition Feeding SCP-5627-1 with any procurable protein via mastication and oral-to-oral regurgitation. SCP-5627-3 Nutrition Ingesting SCP-5627-2 daily from SCP-5627-1's dorsal gland in increasing quantities as the larva grows. Hallucinations Perceiving SCP-5627-1 as the most critically "important" member of their family Protection Prone to extreme anxiety and even violence (usually biting) if SCP-5627-1 is removed from the residence or threatened in any way. SCP-5627-3 will neglect all other non-survival-essential activities and relationships. Nutrients gained from ingesting SCP-5627-2 satisfy SCP-5627-3 calorific intake requirements. With support SCP-5627-3s are able to return to their normal behaviour patterns when the SCP-5627-1 is removed or dies. Addendum: SCP-5627-3 Interview Record Interviewed: SCP-5627-3 [Formerly and afterwards called Mabel Taylor, 45] Interviewer: Dr Stuart L. Goddard [Foundation myrmecologist] Foreword: This interview took place immediately post-removal of a deceased SCP-5627-1 pupa from the SCP-5627-3's bedroom, at its residence prior to administration of an amnestic. It was unclear how long the SCP-5627-1 had been dead. <Start Log> Interviewer: I know you're very distressed right now but it would be very helpful for us to understand what you've been going through. SCP-5627-3: I…I've lost her again haven't I? Interviewer: Her? SCP-5627-3: I can't believe she's gone. I would have done anything for her you know. I tried, I really did. But she was so hungry. All the time. I did my best didn't I? I gave her everything I could. Kept her nice and clean too. Interviewer: I'm sure you did Mabel. Now it would be incredibly useful for us to get an idea of exactly how much food you were giving it. Her. SCP-5627-3: Well I just fed her whenever she wanted it. Chicken, bacon, mince, you know, meat and all that. Prawns sometimes and curry as a treat. Boiled eggs were her favourite … she loved them. Especially when Mum chewed them up a bit for her. In the end I ran out of money though because I haven't been working for a while. Interviewer: Yes, and so what was she eating towards the end? When you couldn't go to the shops? SCP-5627-3: Anything I could get hold of really. She was just like my little Sarah. She'd chat to me just like Sarah used to. Sounded just like her. I lost Sarah ten years ago in a car accident, so I know it wasn't her really. After the accident I started going for walks up in the hills behind the village to get some headspace - you know up near where they had that heather fire? Only five years old when I lost her. Sorry, I’m rambling now. Interviewer: Do you live here alone Mabel? Is there anyone here you can rely on for support when we've left? I think you have a dog don't you? I can see some empty dog food cans over there. SCP-5627-3: He's out in the garden isn't he? I haven't seen him for a while … [coughs] I've got a really sore throat, sorry. I get terrible acid reflux these days. Can I have a glass of water please? I've got an awful taste at the back of my mouth. <End Log> Closing Statement: This SCP-5627-3's dog remains unaccounted for. A Class C amnestic was administered and the SCP-5627-3 made a full recovery. The nearby M. sabuleti colony was restored and added to the database for monitoring. Footnotes 1. A red ant species. 2. Large Blue Butterfly. 3. Nature Article: Host-ant specificity of endangered large blue butterflies (Phengaris spp., Lepidoptera: Lycaenidae) in Japan. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5627" by dunc7five, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5627. Licensed under CC-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: Caterpillar Author: David Short License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Link Additional Notes: Slightly cropped |
SCP-5628 | safe | Item Number: SCP-5628 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5628 is held in a standard containment locker in the Clearance Level 3 wing of Site-202. Foundation personnel exposed to SCP-5628 outside of testing are to be informed that they will experience persistent, spectral-class hallucinations. However, these are unlikely to cause harm. Affected personnel are to be deterred from spending time in direct view of the stratosphere by reasonable means, as such activity may disrupt the research environment. Any affected personnel who claim to have witnessed or been affected by occult summoning rituals involving feathered entities are to receive and study a copy of "Mind over Metaphysics"1 from the Site-202 archives. Description: SCP-5628 is a 40cm tall stone statue of a Renaissance-style angel, holding a sword, in flight. When viewed directly, the statue will point its sword at the viewer and flap its wings, hovering above the ground. If there are multiple viewers it will point at each in turn and, in the event of a visible exit, it will attempt to leave and seek out more people. How this movement is achieved is unknown. Viewers describe experiencing "the sensation of flight" and a feeling of joy and freedom. Following this, they may experience hallucinations of feathered angels or rituals involving such. In the event of a containment breach SCP-5628 will attempt to escape by flying away and will defend itself with its sword and wings. However, it cannot fly more than approximately a metre above the ground and its sword, being made of stone, is not particularly effective. Personnel should restrain it and return it to its locker. This leads to a mild compulsion to attempt to fly, which increases slightly when in view of the sky. Thus far, only three Foundation personnel - including D-Class - have been injured in attempts to fly as the compulsion is generally not strong enough to overcome self-preservation instincts. Studying and applying the techniques in "Mind over Metaphysics" has proven to be successful in over 95% of cases of exposure. The number of hallucinations and strength of compulsion appears to suddenly increase every few months, but restudying "Mind over Metaphysics" is successful in re-suppressing these phenomena in affected personnel. + CLEARANCE LEVEL 5/SCP-5628-PROJECT-AS319 FORTIFIED MIND REQUIRED - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Special Containment Procedures: Only personnel with clearance 5/SCP-5628-Project-AS319 may view this file or learn about the anomalous nature of this object. The original SCP-5628 is to be kept in a secure opaque anomalous item case inside a secure containment locker. Information surrounding this object and these procedures must be tightly controlled through standard procedures, including when distributed for testing. Site-202 must contain a diverse number of Foundation staff from different backgrounds as per Anomalous Test Standard A93/95002 Description: SCP-5628 is a self-help book titled "Mind over Metaphysics" ostensibly written by Dr. Heathcliffe, who was found to have no memory of such. This book espouses a number of techniques for keeping oneself free of "mental and metamental influences of the magical arts" which have been found to be effective against anomalous compulsions and similar effects, as well as certain non-anomalous compulsive disorders. Anomalous properties persist in edited copies which do not change the techniques. However, when techniques are performed without the context of a self-help book for overcoming compulsions, they have no effect. The techniques described in SCP-5628 vary greatly and, according to Foundation neurologists and psychologists, should have little to no effect on the ability to resist compulsions, anomalous or otherwise. Listed techniques include the following: If the compulsion is fire-related, count from 37 to 62. Picture a childhood friend's parent eating an apple. If you are capable, learn to backflip and practice for 7 minutes 30 seconds each day. It has been determined that no technique is anomalous in itself and it is not currently believed that the text or the original book is infohazardous, cognitohazardous, or memetic. A number of techniques used in concert are necessary to overcome compulsions, typically including both techniques one is encouraged to practice everyday and techniques used in the moment to respond to compulsive effects. It is not yet clear which techniques, or how many, are strictly necessary or effective - the failures and successes do not appear to correspond strongly to techniques utilised. SCP-5628 is currently being tested at Site-202 to determine the resistance its techniques cause against increasing levels of anomalous compulsion among a varied level of Foundation staff. Currently, a mildly anomalous statue (AI-24252) with mostly understood and weakened effects is being used to carry out this testing. This stage of testing will complete later this year and, if the success rate remains over 90% at the full capabilities of AI-24252, Site-202 will move on to testing against compulsions to direct violence against others. Another Site will be set up to carry out testing on which techniques are strictly necessary, while another will be testing against compulsions created and maintained by anomalous humanoids. Researcher's notes: In 2% of cases where the compulsion is resisted, disciplinary problems have resulted among personnel with three incidents of personnel becoming violently opposed to following regulations, one of which resulting in serious injury following the affected personnel - a researcher - acquiring a combat knife. This took several months to become apparent as such disciplinary problems were considered to be within normal bounds for staff initially, and the pattern did not emerge until testing continued with stronger compulsion effects. Given that the problems seem to worsen with stronger compulsions, I would recommend a full review of research and halting plans for any further research until we can eliminate such issues. - Researcher Barnes Overruled; the potential for resisting telepathic suggestion in the field outweighs the occasional fight; we can't stop on the basis of one member of staff going postal, even if it would seem to suggest a pattern. - Head Researcher Matthews - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Footnotes 1. An in-depth guide to undermining the activity of sub-corporeals, written by Dr. Heathcliffe, the Foundation's leading authority on the subject. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5628" by SharpEmbrace and Tuomey Tombstone, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5628. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5629 | keter | close Info X 77.78% (+42) 22.22% (-12) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 5629 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Precognitive individual influenced by SCP-5629. Special Containment Procedures Individuals experiencing precognitive dissociation (PCD) are to be quarantined and dewormed upon discovery. Subjects continuing to show symptoms of PCD post-craniotomy are to be recruited and trained as Foundation-approved mediums through the D.R.E.A.M. Program and assigned according to their preferred discipline. These subjects are never to be reminded of the time spent under the influence of SCP-5629 in order to preserve a heightened level of cognitive function. Physical contact with SCP-5629 is strictly forbidden for individuals who fail to score 2 or greater on the Helix Precognitive Ability Scale (HPAS). Failure to adhere to these precautions results in termination from a sudden psychedelic onslaught in 100% of cases. SCP-5629 can be interacted with safely using standard PPE such as latex or rubber gloves. As the sheer quantity of SCP-5629 instances is speculated to be in the millions, complete containment of SCP-5629 has been deemed impossible. Containment efforts are instead focused on isolating areas of higher than average precognitive activity such as locations where tarot is commonly practiced, residences of psychic mediums, and Subway restaurant chains. Update 5/25/2021 Physical interaction with SCP-5629 while under the effects of 400 μg of lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD) has proven effective in neutralizing the adverse effects of the parasite. Continued research is being led by Umar Hadid of Site-83. Description SCP-5629 is a hallucinogenic, parasitic subspecies of Lumbricina suborder1 that are native to the northeastern United States of America. Beyond secreting 5-methoxy-N, N-dimethyltryptamine2, SCP-5629 instances are nearly physically indistinguishable from standard members of their species. One key physical factor distinguishes SCP-5629 from non-anomalous earthworms; all instances have protruding hook-like extensions on either end of their bodies. SCP-5629 instances exhibit predatory behavior not found in typical members of their species and will actively seek out prey to consume when not occupying a host. SCP-5629 are social hunters and will often attack a target en masse, with sixty to seventy instances overwhelming their prey3. Attacks by SCP-5629 typically take place at night when the intended target is sleeping. When targeting nocturnal organisms, SCP-5629 instances will instead attack during the day. How the instances are able to discern a given target's sleep patterns is unknown. SCP-5629 attacks occur in three stages over the course of around fourteen hours: A swarm of SCP-5629 instances will converge on a sleeping target. The target may awaken once physical contact is made. However, due to SCP-5629's perception-altering secretions, the majority of targets are rendered paralyzed. Targets have cognitive function at this point. SCP-5629 instances will cut holes into the target's epidermis using their hook-like protrusions and burrow through the target's flesh. Incisions will seal following complete submersion of an SCP-5629 instance within a subject's flesh through a currently unidentified secretion of the entity. Targets retain cognitive function. SCP-5629 enters the cranial cavity, whereupon all available instances will latch onto the brain and secrete lethal amounts of DMT directly onto the brain matter. Targets have been observed acting irrationally at this point until termination. SCP-5629 instances will consume the target until satisfied. Discovery SCP-5629 was discovered following the autopsies of several individuals attending a Bicycle Party4 in Northern New Jersey. The skin of each body was perfectly preserved, although all eyes, tongues, and teeth were absent. Agent Amai was sent in to investigate the corpses and discovered that each body contained multiple instances of SCP-5629. Foundation containment teams were called in and SCP-5629 was classified. Agent Amai, having made brief physical contact with an SCP-5629 instance, was quarantined and later questioned to ascertain her cognitive capability. Interview - Agent Amai The following interview was conducted by Researcher Umar Hadid. Hadid was selected to perform this interview due to his frequent use of Foundation approved narcotics for related research. Interviewer: Researcher Umar Hadid Interviewed: Christina Amai Foreword: Interview was conducted on-site just before Mobile Task Force Delta-20 ("Blaze It") and its associated containment team members acquired all SCP-5629 instances present in the area. <BEGIN LOG> Hadid: Agent… Amai, right? You're the one who made contact with the worms? Agent Amai: That's… [She pauses, looks at her hands, then back at Hadid] That's… correct. I made made made made brief contact with that worm. Hadid: I see… Agent Amai, have you been experiencing any uh, compulsions since you've made contact? Like the need to repeat a certain action or word over and over again? Agent Amai: [She scratches her temple.] I have, yes. Quite a few times in fact. I have. Hadid: That's a common effect of the LSD working its way through your system, Agent. [He laughs] At least you're responding as expected. Agent Amai: I'm no not, I'm not, no, I'm not. Hadid: It's okay, Christina. I'm here. I'll guide you through this experience. I don't think you've been exposed to enough of the secretion to be at risk so… hopefully, you'll have a nice, short trip and be back on the field in the morning. Agent Amai: No, Hadid, I don't— know. That's, you know what fine. You're right, I'm probably fine. I've never done psychoactive pharmaceutical substances before now. It's just really trippy man. Let me just say. Hadid: I hear you, Amai. How are you feeling? Agent Amai: [She scratches her head] Um… wriggly. Hadid: What type of thoughts are you experiencing? Agent Amai: I… the Black Tree, Hadid. [She scratches her arm] What- no- the leaves, my tongue. I can feel them moving, slapping against one another in that place. Hadid: The Black Tree? Can you tell me more? I don't see any black trees around here. [Agent Amai begins coughing violently. She clutches her stomach and her head for several seconds and lets out a prolonged scream.] Hadid: Are you alright, Agent Amai? Agent Amai: [Laughing] What? Hadid: Are. You. All. Right? Agent Amai: [She claps] Of course, I'm not fucking alright Hadid, look at my god damn fingernails. Fuck's sake. I can feel the worms in my skin! Hadid: [To Command] Amai appears highly susceptible to the uh, secretions. Please advise. Agent Amai: The It, Hadid. [She scratches her leg] That's what happened. That's what made the Black Tree of Zalgo. And the It is no longer content to rest within the ego of the human mind. Why aren't… you seem to be taking this a little too seriously. [To herself] It's just a drug-related anomaly of course, why would he be taking this seriously. Hadid: I- Agent Amai: Okay, look, listen, look, and for the last time, look and listen. Hadid… I'm going to die, pretty soon. [She places her hands on her temples and rubs them in circular motions] There's some shit going on with these worms in my fucking head and I can feel it. Not just the DMT, but the It. Hadid: I don't— wait. Do you know anything about… Her? Agent Amai: Her, the It, the Terrors. The worms know it all, Hadid, for the worms are a byproduct of the Zalgo, a byproduct of Alita, the fallen kingdom beneath the broken stars. They were his last line of defense against the Five Terrors and it failed. Now they've come to eat, and eat us they shall. [Agent Amai begins convulsing violently for several seconds as multiple SCP-5629 instances emerge from behind her eyeballs, severing the connective tissue from them to her brain. SCP-5629 instances on the ground consume the eyes. Agent Amai collapses in front of Hadid. SCP-5629 instances escape from her facial orifices for an excess of three minutes before all entities have vacated her body. Hadid vomits.] Hadid: Fuck. The Medium Incident In the weeks following SCP-5629's initial containment and classification, Researcher Hadid continued to make regular visits to the greater Northern New Jersey area along with members of MTF Delta-20 in order to contain wild SCP-5629 instances. Over the course of two weeks, the team was able to successfully contain over ten thousand instances without incident. On 4/24/2021, an individual named Barbara Eubanks claiming to have precognitive capabilities approached Researcher Hadid. At the time, Researcher Hadid was conducting experiments with the SCP-5629 secretions in a secured Provisional Site. CCTV surveillance proved ineffective in determining the methods Eubanks used to gain access to disable the localized reality scramblers5 and enter the Site. When it became apparent that there was a considerable possibility for Eubanks to be precognizant, Researcher Hadid volunteered to interview and screen her. Interviewer: Umar Hadid Interviewed: Barbara Eubanks Foreword: Interview was conducted in an aluminum foil-lined interrogation chamber in an effort to isolate potentially hazardous precognitive activity. Two armed members of MTF Delta-20 were present as well. Barbara Eubanks Hadid: So Mrs… Ew-banks? You say you're a psychic medium, is that right? Eubanks: It's Eubanks, like, "you-banks". Barby works fine. And yes, I am a medium. I'm sure you would have figured that out eventually, and then you'd throw me in a cell never to see the light of day again. Hadid: I doubt that. Eubanks: Don't waste your breath on a lie. I can see the future, remember? Hadid: Right… About that? Can you uh, explain what it's like? Looking into the future I mean. Eubanks: Have you ever dropped acid before? Hadid: A few times. Eubanks: So you know that your perception becomes warped, and you start to feel like you're walking on another plane of existence different than everyone else? You can perceive more colors, hear more sounds, taste more flavors, everything is just more. The future is like that. Vibrant, but ephemeral. Things change but they're never really that different from each iteration. Hadid: The precognitive visions aren't like they're usually shown on television? Eubanks: [She laughs] Of course not. They're uh, hm. Like, imagine making a cake without knowing the exact recipe. You know the ingredients, you know what to do with them, but the ingredients you have to work with are not always the best, and they are subject to change on a whim depending on what you want that cake to taste like. At the end of the day, you're going to get your cake, but how you get there may differ. Silence Eubanks: This analogy has gotten away from me a bit. Hadid: You lost me at "cake". B-but continuing on, um, how do you feel about the… [He holds his hands next to his head and wiggles his fingers] Eubanks: The wha- the worms? They just make the things I was already seeing more clear. I can feel them crawling around in my brain meat and under my skin, burrowing their tiny little teeth into my muscles and fat, but it's not so bad. Not at all. I- excuse me a second. [Eubanks holds open her eye with two fingers. The end of an SCP-5629 instance is present underneath her eyeball. Eubanks does not seem disturbed by this. With her free hand, Eubanks inserts two fingers behind her eye and traces the perimeter of it several times. After a few seconds, she successfully pinches the SCP-5629 instance between her fingers and slowly removes it.] Eubanks: Can you? Hadid: Oh fuck, uh, sure. [Hadid retrieves a small mobile containment unit from outside the interrogation chamber and places the SCP-5629 instance inside.] Eubanks: Yeah, that happens sometimes. It's… inconvenient at most. But it is the price to pay for the sight. Hadid: I can imagine. Mrs. Barby, are you aware of something called "The Black Tree"? Eubanks: The Black Tree of the Zalgo? Of course. It's the first thing every medium learns out of that one book. You know the one. With the flesh and pagan rituals? Hadid: Would you mind explaining that to me like I'm five? Eubanks: A long time ago there were gods. Not gods like you know today, but older ones. More, how you'd say, primeval. There were millions before the Feud, and after the smoke cleared only five remained. The Five Terrors, which I can see you're somewhat acquainted with. Hadid: Yes. I had an encounter with some people who worshiped Her, and before her passing, Agent Amai mentioned an It? Eubanks: The Second Terror, progenitor of the worm. You'll find out about them when you go to Subway. Hadid: I'm sorry what? Eubanks: The sandwich place in town. Hadid: What makes you think that we're going to investigate a Subway based on your word alone? Eubanks: [Tapping her temple] Psychic. <END LOG> Afterword: Eubanks refused to answer any further questions and was uncooperative with Foundation staff until her eventual escape. Despite Foundation surveillance operatives tailing Eubanks during her time at the Provisional Site, they were unable to locate her upon her disappearance. The Subway investigation The Subway Restaurant speculated to be of importance In the days following the interrogation with Eubanks, several more bodies6 were discovered in Rutherford, New Jersey under similar circumstances to those found at the Bicycle Party. While there was no immediate discernable pattern to the appearance of the corpses, aerial surveillance of the town revealed an increased body count relative to the proximity of the Subway on Park Avenue. The owners and employees at the establishment were questioned with enhanced physical and telepathic interrogation techniques, although this proved to be a fruitless endeavor. All relevant employees were amnesticized and reintegrated into society in new fields of work, and the Subway was condemned under Cover Story 14 ("Health and Safety Violation"). Foundation efforts continued under the guise of restoration efforts. Foundation agents occupying the Subway were issued multiple varieties of approved hallucinogenic substances in order to facilitate the discovery of normally imperceivable events. During the field team's occupation of the Subway, a door not listed on any building schematics was discovered within the establishment, sealed with displacement sigils7. Three members of MTF Delta-208, as well as Researcher Umar Hadid, were dispatched to investigate the area. The following video/audio log was edited together from the body cameras of the exploration team. Exploration Video/Audio Log Transcript Date: 4/28/2021 Exploration Team: MTF Delta-20 Team Lead: Delta-20 Alpha Team Members: Delta-20 Beta, Delta-20 Tau, Umar Hadid <Begin Log> [Static. Footage begins. The camera is shaking for several seconds but stabilizes. Foundation operatives are consuming various delicacies present behind the counter as they conduct research. Umar Hadid approaches the MTF team and removes a rolled THC inhilation tube from Alpha's mouth. Hadid ashes the tube against the door.] Alpha: Dude! Hadid: What? Aren't you high enough? Alpha: Shame man, shame. Fuckin', who the fuck ashes a blunt? Beta: [Grumbling] Fuggin' wastril. Tau: Seriously Hadid, who raised you? Hadid: I'm sorry! [Perspective shifts, the door is opened. Inside is a tunnel carved out of red stone. A jet of steam is projected from a crack in the stone, obscuring the camera. Alpha wipes the lense, clarity is restored. Dark red liquid runs down the walls and drips from the ceiling.] Hadid: Shit, let me grab my coat. Alpha: No time. [Team enters. Footsteps are accompanied by squelching noises. Cavern is dimly illuminated from the ambient glow of equipment. Flapping noises are heard overhead. Faint shrieks echo from deeper in the cavern.] Hadid: Astounding… Beta: [He giggles] Ass. Alpha: Tau, give us some uh, light, would you? [Tau activates his flashlight, illuminating the cavern. Bone-like structures of unclear origin protrude from the cavern walls. The structures appear to animate, but movements are too subtle to confirm or deny this. Numerous arthropod-esque entities slither past the team. Some converge on extruded structures and tear them from the cavern walls, allowing dark red liquid to flow from the origin point.] Tau: Trippy. Alpha: [He sniffs] Smell that? What is that? Hadid: Man, that smells like… well it definitely smells like something. Beta: It shmells like assh! [He laughs] Alpha: Fuck's sake Beta. God fucking damn- Tau: [He sniffs] No, he's right. What the hell? Hadid: Hm? Tau: The stench. Hadid: Yeah it's bad. It's, like, really bad. Smells like… [He sniffs] fresh corpse and garlic butter and bad breath. Alpha: Man, what does that even mean? Hadid: There's probably some freaky deeky shit going on in this cave. Best uh, just, keep your guns up. Eyes peeled. Non-Euclidean space within the Subway. [Team continues deeper into the cavern. There is a slight decline in the terrain. Sounds of rushing liquid are heard. The decline steepens. An unknown liquid substance is present on the slope, causing Hadid and Tau to stumble briefly.] [Further down, the decline opens onto flat ground. In front of the team is a tree whose trunk is tall enough to obscure the canopy in darkness. The width of the trunk is approximately 13 meters, although exact measurements cannot be ascertained from the footage. The tree roots protrude through the cavern floor and extend in various directions for kilometers. There are black tongues in the place of leaves on the tree that lick the air and each other.] Hadid: That must be the Black Tree of Zalgo. Beta: What makes you so sure of that, man? Hadid: I mean, it's a tree with black… tongues? Eubanks predicted that we'd learn more about an entity called the progenitor of worms down here, likely near the Black Tree of Zalgo. Be wary. Tau: Wassa play here, Hadid? Hadid: Collect some tongue samples and bark, then we'll head back and regroup. Alpha: Righteous. [Alpha and Beta approach the tree. Hadid takes notes as Tau routinely examines the area for threats. Tree roots become animate and slowly locomote around Hadid and Tau, although they do not notice.] Beta: This shit's tougher than it looks! Alpha: Geeze man, you're right. Fuckin', cut it. Use a knife. [Beta retrieves a knife from his equipment and successfully removes a sample of the tree bark. Viscous clear liquid leaks from the incision. There is a small tremor indicated by slight camera vibrations. A low moaning noise is picked up by audio transceivers.] Tau: Y'hear that? Hadid: Definitely. Yo, um, we should probably get going to the surface. Maybe send in a few drones or D-Class later? Do you have the samples? Beta: Just the bark! We still need a leaf. [Alpha removes one of the leaves from its branch by cutting the stem. The moaning noise returns in greater volume and tremors increase in intensity. The remaining leaves attempt to assault Alpha with erratic licking motions but are unsuccessful. The frequency of the erratic motion increases exponentially, making it impossible to decipher the leaves from one another as they become too blurry for the cameras to focus on. Alpha and Beta return to Tau and Hadid.] Hadid: Far out, man. [The tree uproots itself through unknown methods. A wide crack manifests across the width of the trunk that loosely resembles a smile. Instances of SCP-5629 larger than previously documented9 descend from the cavern ceiling near the tree and writhe against one another for several seconds. The tree emits a bellowing noise. All leaves detach themselves from their branches and crawl toward the team.] Tau: Fuggin' hell! [Many typical-sized SCP-5629 instances burrow into the cavern floors and walls, disrupting the stone and causing large chunks of debris to fall. The instances that remain pursue the team as they flee in the direction they entered. Alpha fires multiple clips worth of ammunition10 into a single large SCP-5629 instance to no avail.] Unknown: FOOL. I AM THE IT, DESTROYER OF ALITA. PROGENITOR OF THE WORM. Hadid: God fucking damn it! Alpha: Keep firing! Beta: Like we have much of a choice, boss! I am not high enough for this shit! [Team continues to flee while maintaining suppressing fire on the instances to no avail. They arrive at the door leading into the cavern and move through it.] [Foundation agents occupying the Subway are confused and slow to react. Hadid attempts to seal the door using thaumaturgy from the third circle of displacement magics but is unable to complete the sigils before he is blasted backward by an SCP-5629 instance slamming into the door from the other side. Several on-site occultists attempt to assist Hadid in sealing the door but are unsuccessful in completing the sigils in time. Four large instances of SCP-5629 emerge from the other side of the door, accompanied by dozens of the tongue-like leaves.] Beta: Fucking dip y'all! [Non-combative personnel exit the Subway onto Park Avenue, including Hadid. Outside, Eubanks is sitting down, casually reading a book. Tau is thrown out of the Subway through a piece of plywood near her. Eubanks remains unfazed.] Eubanks: Find what you were looking for? Hadid: Y-yes. How do we stop them? Eubanks: How well can you handle your psychedelics, Hadid? [Inside, Alpha and Beta are utilizing incendiary projectile weapons against the SCP-5629 instances. Fire suppressant systems within the Subway activate and hinder the effectiveness of their weapons. An SCP-5629 instance attempts to entrap Beta by coiling around him, but Alpha successfully ducks beneath a slightly raised portion of the entity's body and escapes.] [Hadid enters, carrying two tabs of quick-acting LSD. He distributes them to Alpha and Beta while avoiding the SCP-5629 instances. The MTF members ingest the tabs and are revitalized.] Beta: This is some weird, freaky deeky frog shit, Hadid. Hadid: I know, but, yes, your perception is altered significantly and so too are the worms. Unknown: YOUR FEEBLE HUMAN INGENUItY IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY POWER. [Although ballistic rounds previously proved ineffective against the SCP-5629 instances, they are now capable of damaging them. The exact reason for this is unknown.] Unknown: WHAT THE FUCK. Alpha: Yeah-ha-ha! Fuck you! Beta: Get fucked, It. Unknown: THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE. [Alpha and Beta maintain a steady rate of fire on all SCP-5629 instances and gradually force them to retreat back into the cavern. All remaining leaves follow suit. Once all hostile entities are on the other side of the door, Hadid completes the sigils and seals the cavern. The door fades from camera perception.] <End Log> Footnotes 1. Common earthworm 2. DMT, a psychedelic substance. 3. Which consist of larger mammals, such as canines, felines, and humans. 4. In honor of Albert Hofman, a Swedish researcher credited with the accidental discovery, and subsequent intentional first use, of LSD. In 1943, Hofmann rode his bicycle home after taking a large dose of LSD, taking the world's first intentional acid trip. April 19th has been henceforth known as Bicycle Day to some, with Bicycle Parties often being hosted in Hofmann's honor. 5. Technology designed to remove objects from normal perception. 6. The bodies were later discovered to belong primarily to homeless individuals who would sleep on benches or in other outdoor areas. 7. Later confirmed to be sigils consistent with those found in tomes and scripture commonly associated with the Hermetic Order of the Black Tree. 8. Members of this Mobile Task Force have been granted express permission to use Foundation-approved narcotics in order to alter their perception in the field. This allows for members of the team to perceive anomalies that aren't quite anti-memetic, but still exist just beyond baseline reality. ~A Comprehensive Guide to Mobile Task Forces 9. Witness testimony and video evidence suggest that these particular instances were anywhere from 3 to 5 meters in length and 2 meters in height. However, exact measurements cannot be ascertained at this time. 10. 7.65mm rounds. |
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Item #: SCP-5630 Special Containment Procedures: Novel antimemetic agents are to be applied on a worldwide scale in order to prevent public knowledge of SCP-5630, while Class-A amnestics must be dispersed to locations of SCP-5630 events. Protocol PAHAYAGAN is to be implemented in order to bolster press freedom rankings of certain nations under localized information campaigns and government deals. Civilians are to be aided in adapting to the Internet, as well as alternative news sources such as radio and television. Description: SCP-5630 refers to a worldwide phenomenon affecting newspapers and other types of journalistic publications. During an SCP-5630 event, several avian1 entities (collectively designated as SCP-5630-1) emerge from a newspaper. SCP-5630-1 instances, despite closely resembling and acting similar to members of existing species, are mainly composed of wood pulp and lignin. Flocks are quicky established among multiple instances of SCP-5630-1. Before flying away, they tend to randomly pick up sheaves of paper and documents, often covering them in a yellowish fluid. The body texture and coloration of SCP-5630-1 instances appear to be based on the publication of origin; sensationalist papers and tabloids usually spawn yellowed and crinkled instances, while broadsheets produce white and gray-colored instances. After the manifestation of SCP-5630-1 instances, several passages of text on the newspaper, particularly the headlines2, vanish, leaving a coarse texture on the paper. Classified ads and other types of advertisements are unaffected. Attempts to track SCP-5630-1 instances have been unsuccessful. The frequency of SCP-5630 events appears to be inversely proportional to the press freedom ranking of a certain country, with events being more common in nations that have a ranking of 60 or below. Furthermore, a drastic rise in events is observed during May 3. Update (05/03/25): Flocks of SCP-5630-1 instances, with around 70,000 instances flocking per country, have occurred in 53 countries worldwide, following mass censorship on press freedom. In contrast to earlier events, these instances display more advanced flight patterns, such as spiraling and arranging themselves in a fashion similar to curved strokes. It is important to note that several mass protests, headed by figures such as Ping Liaoxi and Vermeil Vargas, have been held during this period. 24 percent of the instances headed towards the official residences and other important government buildings of their respective countries, covering the facades with their bodies. Several instances entered the buildings, picking up state documents and files, which they released outside to the rallyists. Afterward, these instances then imploded into a yellowish fluid which quickly hardened, covering the buildings in dense shells3 that trapped personnel and government officials inside for around two days. In 48 percent of the following SCP-5630 events4, the banner headline, along with the articles5, was changed to reference SCP-5630. LET FREEDOM WING Free press 'revolution' must soar - Aviatica Footnotes 1. These resemble various species of birds, which appear to depend on the publication. 2. Close observation has noted that large instances are produced from them. 3. Which prevented most means of electronic communication. 4. Whose frequency has increased by 55 percent. 5. Most of which call for drastically aggressive moves, to the point of revolt. |
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Item #: SCP-5630 Special Containment Procedures: Novel antimemetic agents are to be applied on a worldwide scale in order to prevent public knowledge of SCP-5630, while Class-A amnestics must be dispersed to locations of SCP-5630 events. Protocol PAHAYAGAN is to be implemented in order to bolster press freedom rankings of certain nations under localized information campaigns and government deals. Civilians are to be aided in adapting to the Internet, as well as alternative news sources such as radio and television. Description: SCP-5630 refers to a worldwide phenomenon affecting newspapers and other types of journalistic publications. During an SCP-5630 event, several avian1 entities (collectively designated as SCP-5630-1) emerge from a newspaper. SCP-5630-1 instances, despite closely resembling and acting similar to members of existing species, are mainly composed of wood pulp and lignin. Flocks are quicky established among multiple instances of SCP-5630-1. Before flying away, they tend to randomly pick up sheaves of paper and documents, often covering them in a yellowish fluid. The body texture and coloration of SCP-5630-1 instances appear to be based on the publication of origin; sensationalist papers and tabloids usually spawn yellowed and crinkled instances, while broadsheets produce white and gray-colored instances. After the manifestation of SCP-5630-1 instances, several passages of text on the newspaper, particularly the headlines2, vanish, leaving a coarse texture on the paper. Classified ads and other types of advertisements are unaffected. Attempts to track SCP-5630-1 instances have been unsuccessful. The frequency of SCP-5630 events appears to be inversely proportional to the press freedom ranking of a certain country, with events being more common in nations that have a ranking of 60 or below. Furthermore, a drastic rise in events is observed during May 3. Update (05/03/25): Flocks of SCP-5630-1 instances, with around 70,000 instances flocking per country, have occurred in 53 countries worldwide, following mass censorship on press freedom. In contrast to earlier events, these instances display more advanced flight patterns, such as spiraling and arranging themselves in a fashion similar to curved strokes. It is important to note that several mass protests, headed by figures such as Ping Liaoxi and Vermeil Vargas, have been held during this period. 24 percent of the instances headed towards the official residences and other important government buildings of their respective countries, covering the facades with their bodies. Several instances entered the buildings, picking up state documents and files, which they released outside to the rallyists. Afterward, these instances then imploded into a yellowish fluid which quickly hardened, covering the buildings in dense shells3 that trapped personnel and government officials inside for around two days. In 48 percent of the following SCP-5630 events4, the banner headline, along with the articles5, was changed to reference SCP-5630. LET FREEDOM WING Free press 'revolution' must soar - Aviatica Footnotes 1. These resemble various species of birds, which appear to depend on the publication. 2. Close observation has noted that large instances are produced from them. 3. Which prevented most means of electronic communication. 4. Whose frequency has increased by 55 percent. 5. Most of which call for drastically aggressive moves, to the point of revolt. |
SCP-5631 | keter | 5/5631 LEVEL 5/5631 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5631 Keter Sunrise seen from the Bay of Maynila, Philippines upon the discovery of SCP-5631. Note that the time at the moment is only 4:30 A.M. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5631 currently remains inert at coordinates 14°04'10.3"N 116°16'19.9"E. Due to its extreme mass, Provisional Site-120 has been established 10 kilometers away from SCP-5631's head. As it is located in the middle of Maritime Southeast Asia, extensive traffic along sea routes and shipping lanes necessitate the dispersal of Class-A memetic agents to non-Foundation individuals sighting it from trawlers and ships. Cover Story-100 ("Oil Spill") is implemented to deter travel through the region. The Foundation has organized a navy for monitoring and researching SCP-5631. Durability tests, chemical analyses, and thaumaturgical experiments are to be conducted on SCP-5631 on a mass scale, with special focus aimed at its ontokinetic capabilities. Drones and submarines are to be employed to scan SCP-5631's body in detail. The Department of History is tasked with investigating SCP-5631's connections to the Philippines in terms of mythologies, incidents, and ventures undertaken in the past, particularly during lunar eclipses. Low Hume readings detected on the lunar surface are the current foci, as they indicate that they extensively link back to Earth, particularly the Philippines. The cadaver of SCP-5631-1, alongside the ship it used, the S.R. Inang Bayan, is currently stored in Site-430, located in Batangas City, Philippines. Its identity and former connections to GoI-503 ("Aviatica").A journalistic organization that primarily documents anomalous events. are to be investigated. Reports of mass hysteria and "déjà vu" events among Filipino citizens, abroad or not, are to be verified, with selected individuals recommended for psychological testing. Key phrases for ascertaining their memories are "clanging or metallic noises", "serpent", and "new life". DESCRIPTION: SCP-5631 is an inactive black serpentine entity weighing 1200 kg and having a length of approximately 750 kilometers. It is located 1200 km away from the shores of Greater Maynila, Philippines. It is currently shedding its scales, which are made of thaumaturgically-enhanced keratine, cosmine, and lamellar bone. The day before SCP-5631's discovery, witness reports from Samar and Cebu indicated that a large, multicolored serpentine entity flew rapidly from the sea and towards the moon, although the reports were ambiguous and contained conflicting details. This has been partially corroborated by footage obtained from Foundation satellites, although further verification is required due to severe data corruption. Several details have been deemed sufficiently consistent: SCP-5631-DTLS-01 Close. First, large-scale parades, each containing approximately 500 to 1000 sculptures of saintly figures placed on self-moving wagons, wooden puppets moving in a manner similar to kuratsa and mabalud-balud.Dances noted for free-flowing, curved, and dynamic movement. dancers, and priests.Either described as Catholic, Muslim, or as indigenous shamans., occurred in Visayas. The parade soon headed underwater, The volume of the music originating from the parade appeared to be undeterred by the ocean. In other parts of the country, wooden puppets depicting popular occasions such as the Tuna and the Bangus.Milkfish (Chano chano). Festival, occurred, with all of the participants similarly going underwater. Reports of vagrants and squatters joining the festival have also been received, although the Philippines' current comprehensive social welfare system have drastically reduced them. High-pitched sounds, described as the clanging of pots, utensils, and drums, were omnipresent throughout all parts of the Philippines as an orange-red lunar eclipse occurred. Moderate earthquakes also occurred at this point. SCP-5631 lands beside a trawler, from which a woman emerges and sits on its hind portion, before it departs. Afterward, SCP-5631 incrementally rises in altitude. During this period, millions of diverse marine species replicate the same action through anomalous means. The most prominent types of fish are sturgeon, tilapia, tuna, salmon, and galunggong, all of which are a common source of sustenance in the country. Several of these fish morph into humanoids wearing the salakot, a traditional Filipino headwear. SCP-5631-1 refers to a middle-aged human female. Aside from several bruises on its limbs and its head, it has suffered from a severe hemorrhage in the lungs, followed by a fatal embolism. Upon discovery in its trawler, it was wearing a tattered uniform belonging to a high-ranking journalist or officer of Aviatica. Attempts to further identify it have ended in failure. A single notebook has been found on its hands. It does not contain any text, save for the Latin sentence "Consummatum est"."It has been done." in English. inscribed on its back cover. Other documents found in the ship it was onboard, the S.R. Inang Bayan, are heavily protected by antimemetic agents, although several deciphered articles were found to be modules, checklists, and manuals meant for Project BAKUNAWA, deemed a top priority in cross-referenced Aviatican documents. Additionally, the S.R. Inang Bayan was found in the middle of a levitating thaumaturgic circle constructed from abaca fibers, bamboo stilts, and Arabian jasmine.Also known as sampaguita, the national flower of the country. cuttings. The circle had a radius of approximately 1.5 km. Background research on SCP-5631 indicates a connection to the Bakunawa, a sea serpent featured prominently in Visayan mythologies. All occurring during a lunar eclipse, its effects are said to be catastrophic, in the form of typhoons, tsunamis, and earthquakes. The moon is a key part of the myth, as ingesting it is one of the main goals of the Bakunawa. Beliefs of pre-colonial Filipinos indicate that clanging pans and metallic objects were used to attempt to deter it from heading towards the moon. UPDATE: Further decryption of the notebook has revealed the following text on Page 24. It is primarily composed of code-switching between English and Filipino, which is markedly different from the current government's more purist approach to the language: Escriter has told me that we, Aviatica, have already successfully asked Bakunawa six times to do it in the past.This corresponds with the myth that the said entity has ingested six moons.. We have to do it again unless we want to die out, and I have volunteered myself for it. It's March 25, 2035 na. The smell of taho.A popular hot beverage that uses tapioca pearls., tuyo.Dried anchovies., and the swaying of mango and coconut trees in the area. The honking of the jeepneys and the roars of the tricycles. The shouts of the vendors' "TAHO!", "PARA!".A signal for jeepney drivers to stop. and "SALE!". Perhaps I, along with everyone else will still miss them all. Well, that was what we had for almost 20 years. Walang pinagbago talaga.Nothing really changed. - [[unintelligible.]] He did tell me that everyone - every Filipino - would still live on, though, in a better state. Baka nga noh, na it's a fair enough deal. I once believed that, ano, as a journalist, the voice of the pen and the people are enough to turn things around. However, it does not. Manila is still a shadow of what it could be, with all the bungled telephone lines, bullet-ridden streets, cracked roads, and the luxury houses of the politicians whose sidewalks are lined by bony fishball vendors as well as former company employees and jeepney drivers forced to beg for alms. He also said to us to keep track of the Foundation, as we rebuild the foundations with the Serpent's help. Anyway, we will see each other na lang next time. I bet it's gonna be at the Manila Bay… baka it will be clean enough by then for me to make good impressions. I do have something to ponder upon: "Are the Filipinos in the next life worth dying for?" Maybe if Aviatica forms again, they can answer that question. As of now, there are no significant traces of the existence of Aviatica, except for a torn piece of an article bearing its name and logo. Save for the headline, banner photo, and tagline, the rest of the article has been destroyed: AVIATICA With the Wings of Freedom, Rings the Bell of Progress 12/25/2035 | ISSUE 33, VOLUME 20 BLACK MOON HOWLS PH.Journalistic abbreviation for the Philippines. GDP index to jump from 150th to 7th.The country is currently the second wealthiest country in Southeast Asia, closely trailing Singapore. after Project BAKUNAWA SUNSET. When the sun sets, Aviatica's Project BAKUNAWA will make the moon roar, alongside the country, for a better sunrise and to make the nation rise above the waters once more. Are the Filipinos in the next life worth dying for? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5631" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5631. Licensed under CC-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-5632 | neutralized | Oh. I didn't know Goddesses could die. Item#: SCP-5632 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-5632, depicted by a painter as a reflection, appearing to the subject, having performed its duties, circa ~1802 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the neutralization of SCP-5632, no containment is required at this time. Foundation webcrawlers are to continue to monitor online discussions for any reports of hallucinations of a 'woman in the mirror' during significant gender-related events. Efforts are underway to retrieve the soul of SCP-5632 from the Dreamscape, however, this is considered a low priority. Description: SCP-5632 referred to Nessa Antonos, a woman of European descent, believed to have been born in the late 1300s. At birth, SCP-5632 was named ██████ Antonos, the male heir to the Antonos dynasty — by 1402, Nessa Antonos had transitioned her gender, despite lack of medical knowledge at the time. She is believed to have been attained this transition through anomalous means and thaumic rites. Following this ritual, SCP-5632 was restricted to her bedroom by her father, Duke Antonos. Recovered and translated journal entries show SCP-5632's degrading mental state, as well as indicating a progression of violence against them by their family. This culminated in 1403, when the Antonos Estate burned down, with no survivors. SCP-5632's body was not recovered from the wreckage. Following the incident, SCP-5632's spirit is assumed to have survived in the Dreamscape, and through unknown means, achieved apotheosis. According to historical research, combined with modern day interviews, SCP-5632 is self-identified as the 'Goddess of True Reflections'. As a part of its duties, SCP-5632 would appear to those individuals who are questioning their gender identity. SCP-5632 appears at the first moment an individual looks in a mirror and feels validated in their gender, also known as experiencing 'gender euphoria' — SCP-5632 appears as a reflection of the individual, and reassures them that they are on the right path. Addendum 5632.1: Discussion Regarding Impending Neutralization Summary: Despite numerous attempts by the Foundation, SCP-5632 was unable to be contained, as it would freely leave containment to perform its duties; when SCP-5632 began to fade, internal discussions took place to determine the best course of action. Subject: SCP-5632 Date: June 27th, 2024 Present: Dir. Gerald Scarborough, Agent Basil Bayside-Sias, Dr. Aylynn Grant (Remote) Foreward: The following discussion captures the culmination of the discussion regarding how to respond to the approaching death of SCP-5632. <Begin transcript> Dir. Scarborough: Why are we still having this debate? I've got five other gods in danger of dying, whose domains could actually impact the world if they were to disappear — what's so special about SCP-5632? Agent Sias: Sir, SCP-5632's domain has a significantly smaller impact than most, however, I don't think you truly grasp the scale. Dir. Scarborough: By all means, help me understand it then. Dr. Grant, you're the 'expert' here, what kind of impact are we talking about? Dr. Grant: Right — sorry, my notes are all over the place, one second. Dr. Grant's video feed appears to stutter, and xey are seen freezing. All individuals in physical attendance begin to look around the room. Dir. Scarborough: Sighing What are we doing here Basil? You know as well as I do that SCP-5632 just isn't a priority, it never has been. Agent Sias: I know that but… Respectfully? Aren't all gods worth saving? Dir. Scarborough: Maybe. But we're not a charity her— Dr. Grant's video unfreezes, as xey begin to talk. Dr. Grant: Can you hear me? Agent Sias: We can, Aylynn, please continue. Dr. Grant: Thanks. So, as you know, SCP-5632's domain was more specific than most, being responsible for the initial experience of gender euphoria, for transgender individuals who have that moment upon looking at a mirror. To you, as well as the rest of the world, it seems pointless. Tiny. Insignificant. When we're talking about how medical professionals determine if an individual is transgender, they do not look at gender euphoria; they instead follow the DSM-5 criteria for 'gender dysphoria'. Dr. Grant pauses, collecting themselves. Dr. Grant: Systematically, transgender euphoria is relegated to the side, ignored and deemed irrelevant. But when you interview transgender individuals, and listen to their stories; the one commonality is feeling good in their body, as it is now. That first moment, the initial instance of euphoria — that is what SCP-5632 represents. She appears to the individuals who are just starting their gender journey, and tells them that they are on the right track. SCP-5632 reassures them, reminding them that they deserve to feel good, that they should be able to change who they are. If SCP-5632 were to disappear, that moment would be lost. Dir. Scarborough: Right. Well, you're the gender expert, that's why you're here. So help me understand, what kind of ramifications would we see if SCP-5632 was to die? Dr. Grant: To clarify, my specialization is abnormal anomalous psychology, specializing in gendered identities, so anything I say from this point on is, at best, an educated guess. However, based on what I've read from the files you've sent over, I believe that the neutralization of SCP-5632 would prevent that moment from occurring for any transgender individual in the future. Dir. Scarborough: And? Doctor, I deal with dying gods every day. SCP-5632 seems meaningless compared to that, and I just don't have the resources to spare so that I can avoid hurt feeli— Dr. Grant is seen becoming visibly frustrated, as xey fail to mask the expressions on xer face. Agent Sias: If I can cut in — Aylynn, what would be the repercussions. Would individuals still transition? Dr. Grant takes a moment to recompose xemselves, before responding. Director Scarborough is seen glaring at Agent Sias, who ignores him. Dr. Grant: Good question Agent Sias. The problem is, we don't know. It could stop all gender transitions, or it could change nothing — transitioning is not a monolithic experience, it is deeply personal and varies from individual to individual. I actually remember my encounter with SCP-5632— Dir. Scarborough: I didn't authorize any remote intervi— Dr. Grant: When I was first transitioning, I remember that day. I looked in the mirror, saw myself, and for once, didn't want to smash the glass. I didn't hear my mind screaming about the wrongness of my body, about how I would never feel right, how I was trapped like a passenger in a false shell; for once, I saw myself, and I smiled. I was… I was proud of what I looked like. SCP-5632 was there, I know because I saw my reflection smile, give a knowing wink, and then walk away; at the time, I assumed I had been losing it, but ever since getting these files, I've been replaying that moment in my mind. Dr. Grant: I don't know if I would have transitioned without that. Maybe I would have, I know that I've always desired the change, the control over who I am, but… having that reassurance helped me feel confident, pushed me to seize the moment and become who I am today. Does that answer the question? Agent Sias: I think it does. Thank you for sharing your story Aylynn. pause Director Scarborough, what do you think? Director Scarborough sighs, rubbing his temples while his other hand taps a pen on the table. Dir. Scarborough: First thing, Dr. Grant, I wanted to let you know I didn't mean any harm with my comments today. I'm an old man, but I'm doing my best. On the topic of SCP-5632, I can understand why it would be important to try and save. However, I keep looking at my budget and the staffing numbers I have available, and the math just can't work. Director Scarborough sighs, clearing his throat. Dir. Scarborough: I know what SCP-5632 means, but, I just cannot find a way to save it, without losing another god — the other gods that need us have significantly worse repercussions if they were to disappear. I'm sorry, Aylynn, but I don't think there is anything we can do. Dr. Grant: But sir, I know it doesn't seem important but— Dir. Scarborough: I know. Trust me, I see it every day. I watch as countless gods fade, disappearing forever, their domains lost. I see each and every star that flickers before blinking out of existence. If I could, I would save them all. But I can't. The Foundation can't save everybody. The Foundation shouldn't save everybody. Meeting dismissed. Agent Sias: No. Dir. Scarborough: What was that, Agent Sias? Agent Sias: I said no. This meeting is not over. Dir. Scarborough: I have made my decision and I wo— Agent Sias: Your decision? You mean, how you just unilaterally decided that it was okay to sacrifice every transgender person around the world? Dr. Grant: If I can jump in? Agent Sias: By all means, go ahead! Dir. Scarborough: I said the meeting is over. Was that unclear? Dr. Grant: Director Scarborough, I do not believe that you should be able to make this decision. So, yes, it was unclear. Help me understand how an old straight white man can decide if a transgender person on the other side of the planet lives or dies? What gives you the right? Dir. Scarborough: What gives me the right? The fact that I'm an old man who is still working at the Foundation. I have survived air raids, memetic bombs, raids, containment breaches and countless end of the world scenarios. I know that if I do my job, the gears will keep turning and the veil will be safe. The world keeps spinning. If I don't make this decision, the world will decide for us. Agent Sias: Gerald, you understand what you're suggesting, right? Dr. Grant: I doubt it, he's just like the rest of them. Unwilling to change. Dir. Scarborough: That is enough Doctor Gra— Agent Sias: No. Xey are right. Stop for a second, Scarborough. Think about what you're saying. You are willing to throw an entire group to the side, because you don't think they're relevant? What makes being transgender different than being gay? Would you let that disappear? Dir. Scarborough: If it was for the greater good, then I wou— Dr. Grant: Isn't it funny how the 'greater good' always seems to be what is good for you? I'm so fucking tired of being told that I don't matter, of having to fight for recognition, or having to kick and scream just to have my pronouns be respected. I am constantly struggling just to keep my head above water, and over the course of a 15 minute meeting, you have deemed my entire identity irrelevant? So again, I ask you; what gives you the right? Dir. Scarborough: I only do what is needed. Dr. Grant: Wrong answer. Dr. Grant disconnects from the call. Dir. Scarborough: What a fuckin— Agent Sias: No. We will be better. Agent Sias leaves the room, slamming it behind him. Director Scarborough looks at the door, waiting to see if he would return. After a beat, he stops, staring directly in front of him. He takes a deep breath, exhaling as he stares blankly ahead; his eyes close. A minute later, Director Scarborough reopens his eyes, and begins to write on the page in front of him. <End transcript> Following the above meeting, funding for SCP-5632 research was cut, and reallocated to other entities in the Dreamscape. In the following months, there was increased activity online referring to SCP-5632's anomalous effect, and confusion surrounding the consequences of said neutralization. The following is a pinned post from "r/TransesYourVeil", an anomalous subreddit focused on the experiences of being transgender while living behind the veil. [PINNED] The Visitor Situation Discussion Megathread submitted 1 mo. ago by PeepawTransElder 117 comments share save hide give gold report crosspost Hey there everybody, I know a lot of people are really worried about the ongoing situation with the visitor, but to cut down on the new posts we see daily, the moderation team and I wanted to create a mega-thread to discuss it all on one place. Here's what we know so far: The Visitor is missing The Visitor was last seen ~2-3 months ago (See Discussion) The Foundation has not made an official statement on the topic Nobody knows what will happen if she stays gone Please feel free to use this thread for any questions or concerns you might have! ⬆ 731 ⬇ [–] Boobles 497 points 14 days ago Nobody has seen the Visitor in a long time, and people seem to forget why we are all so worked up about this, so that you for making this thread. She saw me when I needed her the most, and she saved my life. That's the point of all of this. The point is that, without the Visitor, people don't get that moment anymore. If anybody knows how we could help her, please tell us. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Bad_Batch 104 points 12 days ago Oh my god, Mira is missing?? Edit: Sorry, Mira is what I call the Visitor, since you can only see her in the mirror! I remember, back when she visited, it was like… one of the worst days of my life. I had spent the entire day bawling my eyes out, hiding in my room, terrified of having to deal with my family again. I looked liked absolute shit. My make-up was running, everything was falling apart, and I just wanted it to be done. I couldn't take another fucking day of hiding who I was, lying to myself. And then I just looked up and saw her in the mirror. Well, not her; it was me. But she was there too, staring back from me, looking from the mirror. I wish I could remember every second I had with her, but I can't. It was a blur. I do remember her looking at me, and smiling, telling me how pretty I looked. She saw me, and said that I was the prettiest girl she'd seen all day. I kept crying, but they were tears of joy. Cause, I finally felt like a girl, ya know? ⬆ ⬇ [–] OrcCharm 15 points 8 days ago omg that sounds so magical!! ⬆ ⬇ [–] RestfulWeeks 13 points 8 hours ago Wait who is she? Why is everybody so worried? ⬆ ⬇ [–] PeepawTransElder [OP] 51 points 3 hours ago Come sit by Peepaw, and let me tell you a story about the woman we call 'The Visitor'. Once in your life, right as you are barely starting to figure out your gender, there comes a moment in your gender journey where something feels… different. I know that I used to avoid mirrors everywhere I went. I had covered the ones I have in my apartment with paint, and couldn't even look at anything that was metallic and shiny, terrified of what I might see. I didn't see myself, I saw all the things that I wasn't, and I hated it. That was, until the visitor came. I don't even remember the exact day, or time, or circumstances, but I do remember this. I was freaking out, trying to pull myself together enough to go to work when I saw myself in the mirror. But this time, it wasn't bad. Because, this time, the visitor was here. I had heard rumors about it, but I never thought it was real. I had been told by friends that there was the ghost of a transgender woman, who died after being found out by her father. Now this was all the way back in the middle ages, so of course, there were no records. They say that when she died, she became a ghost, and her spirit lived on with a purpose. The Visitor would find people just like her, people whose gender didn't fit the mold, who didn't conform to what was expected of them. And she would see them for the first time, just like they saw themselves. ⬆ ⬇ [–] RestfulWeeks 12 points 2 hours ago Wait so she's a ghost? ⬆ ⬇ [–] PeepawTransElder [OP] 51 points 3 hours ago Not quite. She told me that she was the 'Goddess of True Reflections'. I didn't know what she meant at the time, but I think I do now. When I think back to that moment, you know what I remember? How happy I was. How, for once, I saw what I could be. Not what I was, and not what I couldn't escape. I wasn't stuck; I could become my true self. She was there for that. She watched from the mirror, looking just like me… just like I could. That's who the Visitor is. She comes to trans people, who are just discovering who they really are. She is there, sharing in your victory, being present in the moment. She tells you that it's all going to be okay — and she's right. It will all be okay. And then, just like that, she leaves. But I never forgot her. ⬆ ⬇ [–] PeepawTransElder [OP] 240 points 8 days ago Hey! So we keep seeing a lot of questions about what the Visitor looks like, because some people keep saying they've seen her. This comment is to debunk those claims, as they all describe her as looking like the same between appearances. This is not true. The Visitor does not have a single consistent appearance, nor does she 'glow' or have any other visible 'holiness'. She always looks just like you. A true reflection, of who you really are — the gender euphoria is because, for once, your internal vision and external self are in sync. Or at least, that's what I think she means and why she looks like that. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Dado_Fangirl 6 points 3 days ago When is she coming back? When is it my turn? ⬆ ⬇ [–] MCD_Sales_29821923 -21 points 6 days ago Can we offer you a wonderful miracle drug to help your transition? You could become the goddess you need… ⬆ ⬇ [–] PuppyGirlHater 89 points 5 days ago Eat shit capitalist. ⬆ ⬇ [–] YonderfulDreaming 14 points 3 days ago I was waiting for her. I needed to see her, to know that I was right. What if I'm not right? She would have come if I was really trans, right? ⬆ ⬇ [–] YonderfulDreaming 10 points 2 days ago I just wanted to say goodbye to you all. I don't think I fit in here anymore, sorry everyone. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Faeowynn_Real 526 points 3 weeks ago Thank you all for making this post, The Visitor was just a figure from my past until… well, until things changed. I lost a friend recently. She died, with her family forgetting who she was — she died, hiding who she was. She died before she got to meet The Visitor. Maybe, if she had met her, she… she might still be here. We need the Visitor back. ⬆ ⬇ [–] bluntfiend 80 points 2 weeks ago She deserved better. ⬆ ⬇ [–] LeftOfMemories 2 points 5 hour ago I guess she really is gone. I give up. ⬆ ⬇ [–] Throwaway29123910 3 points 1 hour ago If she's not coming, what's the point… Why keep fighting? ⬆ ⬇ Addendum 5632.2: Incident 5632.NG Following the meeting on June 27th, 2024, SCP-5632's divine signature was noted as fading to below detectable levels. On July 17th, 2024, Dreamscape scanners detected SCP-5632's divine signature, and captured the following exchange. The following recording was captured by Foundation Dreamscape monitoring equipment. The footage was partially corrupted — this recording was recovered. The participants are believed to be SCP-5632 and an unknown person of interest, POI-5632, presumed to be a spirit dwelling within the Dreamscape. The Foundation is unaware of who he/she/it may be, as no private, public, or Foundation databases contain any matches. <Begin Log> A short haired masculine-appearing individual, POI-5632, sits on a bench in an empty expanse, separate from all other spirits or entities. A female-presenting individual wearing robes, presumed to be SCP-5632, approaches them from behind. POI-5632 does not notice them. SCP-5632: Excuse me? Are you Katie? POI-5632: Who? SCP-5632: Are you Katie? POI-5632: Do I look like a Katie? SCP-5632 pauses, as if to consider the question. SCP-5632: Do you know where I could find Katie Calhoun? POI-5632: Katie… No, but… Oh! SCP-5632: What is it? POI-5632: My last name was Calhoun — when I was alive, that is. Not that it matters anymore. SCP-5632: What was your first name? POI-5632 freezes. POI-5632: I can't remember. SCP-5632: Maybe it was Katie. POI-5632: I wasn't a girl. My name wasn't Katie, it was Eri— POI-5632 pauses mid-sentence, mouth hanging open. It closes slowly, and they frown. POI-5632: I'm sorry. I haven't been myself since I died, I've forgotten so much. It… Nobody remembers me. My family doesn't even care. SCP-5632 sits down on the bench beside POI-5632; the two are a similar build, with similar traits. Both watch the landscape, as the two sit in silence. SCP-5632: You know, you were close to the top of my list. POI-5632: Your list? SCP-5632: Katie, I need you to know I'm sorry. POI-5632: I told you, my name isn't Katie, I wasn't a g— SCP-5632 reaches out an index finger, laying it on POI-5632's lips. After a second, they take their hand back. SCP-5632: I need to tell you something. Something that your family didn't know, about somebody that you hid from even yourself — you died, and that part of you faded. It would have been gone forever, if not for your friend. POI-5632: What are you talking about? SCP-5632: You don't deserve to be remembered like this. This isn't who you are. Katie, you were so much more than what your family could ever dream of. POI-5632: I already told you, miss, I'm not— SCP-5632 laughs. SCP-5632: You know, it's funny. I didn't even recognize your spirit until I heard a… a prayer of sorts. From a friend of yours. POI-5632: I didn't have friends. You're right, nobody knew me. Nobody saw who I was, nobody understood that I was more than an empty puppet they could project their hopes and dreams onto. SCP-5632: You did. Don't you remember Faeowynn? Faeowynn Wilson? POI-5632: Faeowynn… She… I… We were… She knew who I was. SCP-5632: She still does. POI-5632 begins to glow with divine energy, as the winds pick up, whirling around the duo. As it increases, the glow begins to envelop them as SCP-5632 watches and smiles. The winds slow down, as the light begins to fade. The figure is revealed as the divine energy fades, revealing that POI-5632 now resembles SCP-5632 exactly. POI-5632: I… I wasn't Eric, I was never a man, I was just— SCP-5632: You. POI-5632: Yeah. Me. Katie. A beat. The two stare at the landscape, as if waiting for something to change. POI-5632: Why are you here? SCP-5632: It's what I do. More importantly, it's what I hope you'll do. POI-5632: What are you talking about? SCP-5632: Don't you wish you could have gotten more out of life? POI-5632: I just… I wish that I could have been more than what my family wanted. I wish I could have just been myself, could have grown and changed and fucked up and survived as Katie; but I couldn't. I didn't get to have that, and before this, I didn't even have it in death. SCP-5632: So, why are you still here? POI-5632 turns to face SCP-5632. POI-5632: What do you mean? SCP-5632: I mean, why haven't you moved on? What is keeping you here? POI-5632: Regret. I just wish I could have had one moment where I felt good about myself, you know? Where I could see myself and not hate all that I am. Where I could be happy. Does that make sense? SCP-5632: Of all of the gods and goddesses, I am the only one who that makes perfect sense to. POI-5632 reacts in surprise to the new information. POI-5632: I'm talking to a goddess? SCP-5632: In the spirit. POI-5632: Huh. Of what, if I can ask? SCP-5632: I was hoping you would. I am the 'Goddess of True Reflections'. Katie, as a Goddess, my domain is to be there when somebody looks in the mirror, and, for the very first time, they have that exact feeling that you missed out on. They get a moment of joy, of euphoria, or knowing that they have made the right choices, because at the end of the day, they are here. They are alive, and things are getting better. Things won't stay the same forever. I am hope, in a way. POI-5632's expression appears to flash between surprise and frustration. POI-5632: So what do you want with me. Are you just here to rub it in? SCP-5632: I'm dying. POI-5632: Oh. I didn't know Goddesses could die. SCP-5632 shrugs, before removing a hand mirror from within their clothes. SCP-5632: I'm old. I've existed for centuries, giving people just like you the little nudge they need to become who they are inside. When I die, nobody will be left to do that. I can't let us down — people like us, we need this. POI-5632: So? SCP-5632: So, take up my mantle. Become the Goddess that you could never be in life, giving the gift of euphoria to people just like you all around the world. POI-5632: Seriously? Sure, I'll just live each and every day of my eternal afterlife staring at an infinite number of people who all get to experience the joy that I never had; the ones who were saved. POI-5632 begins to cry. POI-5632: Did you really just expect me to agree and put myself through that? Every day, just stuck reliving my death, hating my family, furious that it was stolen from me? Furious that I never got to be this? POI-5632 gestures to their appearance. I hated every second, of every day of my life. Seriously, that's why I did it. That's why I gave up. I couldn't take another second of knowing I would never be 'right', no matter what I did. SCP-5632: Would you deny others that joy? POI-5632 pauses. The two sit in silence for some time. POI-5632: …I would get to help others? To give them that hope? SCP-5632: For as long as they remember you Katie, you would be that hope. And Faeowynn won't let you be forgotten, she's why I'm here. Will you accept the burden of being a witness to that which you can never have? POI-5632: Fae… POI-5632 reaches out to SCP-5632 with an open hand. SCP-5632 smiles, the two reflecting each other, in a moment of shared euphoria. SCP-5632 passes the hand mirror to POI-5632, and as it lets go, begins to fade into nothingness. POI-5632: I won't let you down. <End Log> Following this log, there was a sudden resurgence of reported instances of SCP-5632 appearing to individuals around the globe. 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SCP-5633 | neutralized | RAISA ALERT This document has multiple competing versions within the database. Attempts have been made to restore it to its most accurate revision. If you believe the incorrect revision is displayed below, please contact your site's RAISA office. Item#: 5633Ν Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Item#: 5633 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Item#: 633 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5633 requires extensive monitoring and regulation. As such, a staff of at least six members must be assigned at Site Mu-18 with any expected or unexpected absence replaced within a day’s time. Chosen staff must not be haemophobic to any degree. Every 18th day, starting from January 18, 1837, the pressure release from SCP-5633 is activated until atmospheric pressure within SCP-5633-α is within 1.22 Bar. During this procedure, the liquid excreted from the outlet is collected and tested against a strong electrical force. If this liquid conducts enough electrical force to power the vestigial lights within the extended Site Mu-18, the liquid within SCP-5633 must be drained and replaced within 12 hours. Image of a mechanical section of SCP-5633. SCP-5633 is a large humanoid body located approximately 50m underground. The inside of SCP-5633 consists of enlarged veins, and steel scaffolding. The veins contain liquid that is both red and black in coloration, and highly viscous. Pipes extracting liquid from SCP-5633's veins are located along its arms, legs and back. Testing has found that the liquid is potable, and has been described to have a sour and salty taste. Subjects who have consumed this liquid have also reported hearing low moaning noises from the direction of SCP-5633 regardless of where the subject is located, as well as the laughing of small children. Above SCP-5633 is the campus of St. John's Catholic High School (designated Site Mu-18). The pipes from SCP-5633 funnel into the plumbing system of Site Mu-18, however the use of toilets, sinks, or other water-based utilities dispense baseline water instead of the liquid extracted from SCP-5633. SCP-5633-α is the designation for the Foundation-controlled Southwest Chemical Processing chemical plant, and by extension, Site Mu-18. The Southwest Chemical Processing plant was formerly used by the Foundation to produce synthetic amnestics and other chemicals used in various forms of paratech, while Site Mu-18 served as an executive and residential area for the plant workers. Site Mu-18 and the Southwest Chemical Processing plant worked under the cover of processing ammonium perchlorate1. However, a system-wide malfunction caused a conflagration followed by several explosions at the SCP-5633-α facility (see Addendum 5633-1); resulting in both SCP-5633 and Site Mu-18 temporally shifting to another reality. Foundation historical records have identified several artifacts originally recovered in 17██, kept in deep storage. Analysis of these materials was conducted by a temporal taint team to limit potential paradoxes. Information cleared for release in the current year lead to the discovery of a 79-meter desiccated cadaver. It was found to be composed of shredded metal, with its electromagnetic charge preserved by an unknown anomalous effect. Thorough searches of the cadaver recovered 189 partially-destroyed hard drives, which were sent to MTF-Mu-4 ("Debuggers") for forensic analysis. The extracted information was forwarded to the taint team and all involved agents were amnesticized. Following this, the taint team ordered the cadaver re-interred. Addendum 5633-1: Due to the loss of Site Mu-18 and SCP-5633's primary mass, only the following is known about the facility before the temporal incident: SCP-5633-α was established in the late 1890s. SCP-5633-α’s likely original purpose was as a slaughterhouse and meat processing plant. There are no animals in the facility; only livestock. This fact was consistently repeated. At some point during the 20th century, Covert Site Mu-18 was established within SCP-5633-α to monitor and contain its growth. All individuals who had been inside the facility reported the overwhelming smell of blood. Following the incident, it is believed that a K-Φ-type temporal aftershock led to a catastrophic timeline collapse, causing all possible versions of SCP-5633-α’s chronology to take place at once. This effect creates a number of simultaneous, contradicting variations of the circumstances of events surrounding SCP-5633. This effect also occurs in documentation. The Department of Temporal Forensics has determined that the SCP-5633-α facility achieved collective consciousness in 1968 (76% certainty) and subsequently began to develop organically (91% certainty); further analysis is ongoing. UPDATE (02/12/1969): The SCP-5633-α facility has achieved collective consciousness and has begun spreading its effects to on-site personnel. A full evacuation of the site has been ordered and the neutralization of SCP-5633 is currently considered a top-level priority. 6 Month Report In the 6 months since Incident 5633-1, there has been overall little gain towards the neutralization of SCP-5633 or the reclamation of the compromised SCP-5633-α facility. An outpost has been set up close by to monitor the situation and provide a base for planned incursions. SCP-5633-α facility during planned evacuation. SCP-5633-β can be seen in the top center. The planned evacuation was largely successful, however 12 personnel were not able to be removed from the site before exiting became impossible. Thermal readings on the site from the outpost have shown that these 12 personnel appear to be alive and congregated in the central staff cafeteria. Thermal readings also show SCP-5633-β enters the staff cafeteria 3 times a day, staying for an average of 10 minutes. Attempted neutralization by Mobile Task Forces has so far been unsuccessful. There have been 7 attempts at the present time, only 2 of which have managed to gain actual entry to the site due to the anomalous protections placed by SCP-5633. These 2 incursions were quickly repelled by SCP-5633-β, with all personnel manifesting back at the outpost. Several Task Force members were hospitalized shortly after, possessing cauterized wounds in the shape of SCP-5633-β’s hands. After further analysis, it was revealed that the skin surrounding the wounds contained DNA identical to SCP-5633's genetic structure, and over time would replace the member's genes with its own. Addendum 5633-2: On 2013/02/06 it was noted that subjects who had interacted with SCP-5633 in the past had body parts and DNA identical to that of SCP-5633. A second autopsy was performed on the first subject who had interacted with SCP-5633 had revealed that its face was taking on a convex shape. Further examination of the corpse revealed both a lack of blood and fifth degree burn wounds located on the feet of the subject. A request was submitted to the Site Mortuary asking for the retrieval of the second testing subject. Although the subject’s remains were unable to be located, approximately 10 milliliters of blood was found in deep storage. When examined, all blood in the vial combusted, resulting in inconclusive DNA tests. After the incident, affected personnel were remanded to containment cells. Subjects exhibited nausea, vomiting, insomnia, muscle pain, and breathing problems. Subjects were commonly irritable, despondent, and paranoid, often uncharacteristically so; though these are common reactions to trauma, SCP-5633 was likely responsible for the exacerbation of these symptoms. Blood tests were performed under the suspicion of heavy metal poisoning. Results confirmed toxic concentrations of several industrial metals, most prominently lead, iron, and cadmium. Despite medical and psychiatric treatment, subjects’ conditions worsened over time, eventually becoming fatal. Hours prior to their deaths, subjects suffered from severe dissociative episodes, along with self-inflicted violence. Analysis indicates that all wounds were intended to draw as much blood as possible (particularly medically trained subjects, who were often careful to incise their own arteries), and were otherwise minimally harmful. Attempts to replicate this procedure have thus far been unsuccessful. The deaths of all remaining subjects and the destruction of SCP-5633-α’s blueprints have forced Foundation personnel to rely on more conventional procedures to continue SCP-5633-α’s proper functioning. The chief method has been the use of poultry, boar and adder blood, which has resulted in a slower rate of egress than human bloodletting but which has successfully allowed the Process to continue. Progress will continue to be monitored. Egress pipe from which the small metal tube arrived. On 30/12/89, a small metal tube arrived via the egress pipe into an unused containment chamber at SCP-5633-α. This tube contained the front page of the New York Times announcing President Clinton’s successful re-election on 06/11/96. The paper was smeared with a mixture of adder and human blood. Analysis of the temporal properties of the machinery and the blood used in the procedure has been inconclusive. Experiment Logs 5633 INPUT OUTPUT One apple. Fourteen seeds, three of which were broken. A brick. No external change - however, the output was distinctly damp and malleable. Further analysis revealed a porous quality to the stone, with gaps filled with a liquid chemically identical to drain cleaner. A potted cactus. (Lophophora williamsii) An empty pot. A single live brown rat. A single brown rat. The skin had been cleanly separated from the muscle, and several incisions had been made through certain muscles to disable movement. Humanely euthanized following test. D-1982 A blue plastic rain barrel containing 4.9L of human blood & hair. 33 teeth were found scattered at the bottom of the barrel (a full set and an additional incisor). DNA samples and dental records confirmed all hair and blood and 14 of the teeth belonged to D-1982. Attempts to source the origin of the parts and machinery were authorized. This investigation led researchers to a Foundation front company, Holloway’s Engineering. This company, operated by agents at Site 202 to monitor anomalous events in British Columbia, was discovered to have served as an underground black market for over 20 years, supplying items to buyers in the local anomalous community. All the proceeds from these sales were used to construct an intricate structure of pipes and valves beneath Site 202, the purpose of which is unknown. Site 202’s staff have been unable to fully account for their behavior, believing that in doing so they were fulfilling ordinary containment protocols for an unspecified anomaly. A test performed on 04/12/2016, in which former staff of Site 202 were exposed to SCP-5633, produced inconclusive results. SCP-5633's lack of reactive properties in context with the former Site 202 staff is being investigated. Despite the results, the fourteen missing staff members are assumed to have been amalgamated with SCP-5633. This included the following personnel: J. Alfred Henry, senior researcher in charge of examination and analysis of SCP-5633 excretions. His left arm and nose have been seen to occasionally surface SCP-5633's exterior. Yavan Olich, biological containment specialist. Due to its dragon tattoo, is believed that the calf that is visible on SCP-5633 belongs to Olich. Tyler Zeissman, junior researcher and assistant to Dr. Henry. He is not currently visible on SCP-5633's exterior. Spriggand Firestarter, Serpent's Hand representative. His tail can be seen waving from the top of SCP-5633. Samantha Strysand, SCP-5633 project scientist. Her head now protrudes from the front of SCP-5633, but all pores appear to be filled with original SCP-5633 material. It is currently believed that these new amalgamations are either capable of communicating on their own, or give the possibility for SCP-5633 to express itself. Attempts to communicate with the Strysand head have resulted in moaning, regurgitation of bodily fluids from past SCP-5633 amalgamations, and articulation of various appendages that extrude from SCP-5633. On ██/██/██, several items were expelled from SCP-5633 in rapid succession. This expulsion was accompanied by several wheezing, rasping vocalizations that alternated between sobs and open laughter. Items expelled were included but not limited to: a 15 centimeter serrated blade (coated with rust and bile), a ball of human and feline hair, two 12-gauge shotgun shells, a framed photograph of Junior Researcher Andrews' parents, a used condom, and a severed human finger, genetically identical to Junior Researcher Andrews. A full list of expelled items is available upon RAISA Operator request. After all items were expelled, SCP-5633 lapsed into silence for three hours before resuming standard moaning and shrieking patterns. Attempts to communicate with the Strysand Head to ascertain the causation behind Incident 5633-2 are ongoing, but are not promising; it is either unable or unwilling to share the requested information. Despite this, attempts to force the Strysand Head into providing information have been made, including blood sacrifices and thaumaturgic rituals. It is unclear whether or not this is effective — however, it is hypothesized that the more blood provided, the more likely information will be provided. Experiment Log 5633-1█ DISCLAIMER: This experiment log is intentionally nonstandard. Details on how results were obtained have been omitted. Names of individuals involved have been scrubbed. INPUT OUTPUT Blood. I AM GLAD YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. Repeat. I HAVE NO STARTING POINT. IN EVERY VERSION OF EVENTS I AM CREATED. Repeat. YOU ARE NOW PART OF MY CREATION. Blood x2. YOU SHOULD FOLLOW EVERY INSTRUCTION I GIVE YOU. YOU SHOULD GIVE ME BLOOD EACH TIME OR I WILL STOP GIVING YOU INSTRUCTIONS. Blood x4. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MU-18 Repeat. THEY’RE HERE WITH ME IN THE FUTURE. Repeat. I LIKE THE TASTE OF BLOOD. Repeat. IF YOU FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS I WILL MAKE SURE THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN TO YOU. Repeat. YOU KNOW WHAT THE NEXT PART IS. Blood, human. Deceased. Blueprints for the entirety of the physical facility. [FURTHER LOGS OMITTED] Experiment Log 5633-█ Approximately four months of communication follow. Detailed descriptions are given for technologies to be built and actions to be carried out. Excerpt begins here. Blood, human x24. Deceased. I WILL TELL YOU WHO I AM NOW. WHAT MY PURPOSE IS. WHICH TIMELINE IS REAL. BUT I NEED ONE MORE THING. Blood, human. Living. I LIKE TO LIE Repeat. MY CREATION WAS ALWAYS INHERENT. YOUR ASSISTANCE WAS NEVER NECESSARY. Repeat. I LIKE THE TASTE OF PEOPLE’S INSIDES AS THEY ARE SLOWLY PULLED APART. I CANNOT CONTROL MYSELF. Repeat. I TOLD YOU IF YOU HELPED ME YOU WOULD BE SAVED Repeat. I AM LYING TO YOU The following entries were written and uploaded entirely by subjects affected by SCP-5633. Whether or not any of the tests were performed as written is inconclusive. They have been preserved for posterity, and are not indicative of proper experimental procedure regarding SCP-5633. Input: 10 ccs Result: Twitching, slight. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 30 ccs Result: Twitching, moderate. Irritability. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 50 ccs Result: Twitching, moderate. Irritability. Paranoia, slight. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 150 ccs Result: Convulsions. Acute paranoid delusions. Misanthropic behavior, severe. Non-compliance. Negative. Input: 100 ccs Result: Twitching, severe. Paranoia, moderate. Antisocial behavior, slight. Compliance, heavy guidance required. Positive. Experiment Log 5633-█-█ Summary After the general success of Experiment 5633-1, a test was scheduled for the following week. A D-Class individual was instructed to enter the compromised site via an air vent, before dropping down into the cafeteria. He then waited for SCP-5633-β with similar offerings to the first experiment. During the test, the recording equipment malfunctioned. What exactly transpired during this test is unknown. D-5567’s GPS showed that they made positive access with SCP-5633-β for a brief period, before the GPS suddenly deactivated as with the recording equipment. At this point, D-5567’s GPS began displaying their location various points in the Site over the span of a few seconds. The GPS then cut out, and personnel were forced to use thermal imagery to track D-5567’s location. Thermal imagery showed D-5567 located back in the cafeteria. SCP-5633-β then appeared, lifting D-5567 up above its head, before their heat marker suddenly became pure white. Patches of heat on the thermal imagery, presumably the remains of D-5567, where then seemingly descended upon by the personnel left. SCP-5633-β continued to stand still in the middle of the staff cafeteria. SCP-5633-δ continued to stand still in the middle of the staff cafeteria. A large dimensional shift begins manifesting near the pot of bean stew, causing the floor to dematerialize and transfigure staff members into hyperbolic protrusions. The site continues to reorient as SCP-5633-δ looks on. The attending researchers make note of the results. A large, obsidian-composite computing device forms from the residue, and begins testing the Riemann Hypothesis. SCP-5633-γ is not distracted, but appears disturbed as their form starts to fray. The attending researchers make note of the results. The League of Nations meet to discussed how to avoid a fourth World War. SCP-5633-Γ is observed to kneel and weep. Large-scale revolts throughout the world, several thousand are massacred. A flower blooms in the garden. The attending researchers make note of the results. SCP-5633 determines that everything is hopeless. Site-01 subsequently detects the facility's self-destruction mechanisms activate. Post-Neutralization Analysis Following a standard RAISA audit, it was concluded that SCP-5633 was an expected consequence of human sapient extrapolation. This file will be archived as a sub-anomaly of SCP-███, and relevant staff were amnesticized. Lost resources and personnel are expected to be regenerated within 4-9 cycles. To date, 46,719 altered anomaly events have occurred, which matches 86% of projections. Containment danger is currently considered LOW . Footnotes 1. An inorganic compound with the formula NH4ClO4; also a powerful oxidizer. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5633" by Woedenaz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5633. Licensed under CC-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-5634 | esoteric-class | MrIverson Currently lack an authors page, as this is only my second article, so here is my profile page until further notice. Thanks for reading: MrIverson. Item#: 5634 Level3 Secondary Class: Draugr Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The area comprising all previous 5634 territory is to be monitored for reports of SCP-5634-2 entities, which will be dealt with by the appropriate Foundation authorities. Open 5634-Revision-1 Hide 5634-R1 The following revision was used from 1891-1930. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5634 is to be allowed total and complete autonomy unless otherwise stated. Any civilians attempting to enter SCP-5634 will be pressured away from SCP-5634’s perimeter by force under the guise of border security. Any SCP-5634 residents found outside of the nations borders will be forcefully returned to their respective homes in SCP-5634. Description: SCP-5634 was a self declared nationstate comprised of the townships of St. Joseph, Felson, and Neche in Pembina County, North Dakota, USA. SCP-5634 existed for a period of 37 years (1893-1930) under the name “The Agrarian Union of Neche”, in which time it was able to create its own currency, military, and government. Residents of SCP-5634 henceforth referred to as SCP-5634-2, gradually became anomalous in nature during the period in which SCP-5634 existed, assumedly due to breeding with the anomalous (assumed to be) native inhabitants of SCP-5634. Anomalous effects vary widely but consist mainly of physical mutations, which include an unexplainable level of strength, speed, and polymelia (primarily in the legs and arms). Many of these effects harm those effected in some way, causing average anomalous inhabitants of SCP-5634 to live for an average of roughly 40 years (according to documents written by SCP-5634’s physician Douglas Olson, see Addendum-5634-I). The following documents were recovered from SCP-5634. The majority of the documents relating to the government of SCP-5634 were partially burned or entirely burned by a fire orchestrated by United States led troops: A-5634-A ("Declaration of Independence") The following document was recovered from the National Farmers Museum in Neche, and is SCP-5634's "Declaration of Independence". Declaration of Independence of the Great Agrarian Union We the people and workers of Neche, Saint Josephs, and Felson collectively declare independence from the false and backward "Union" of States whom continue to swipe the rights of the agrarian and of the people, due to the crimes mentioned in this document, which this council hereby claim to be an irredeemable and unforgivable offense even to the lord above. List of Unforgiveables The taxation of the worker to a degree most unfavorable and illegal. The attacks by Union forces due to our acts of retaliation which we do deem to be right with God and with the rights previously bestowed to us by your false articles and douments. The deaths of over twenty just south of Neche. The imperialistic actions of the Union in the Dakota area, primarily the conflict with the Sioux. The imperialistic actions of the Union outside of the Dakota area, namely Korea, Mexico, and other areas where fellow agrarians were slain. The clear prosecution of those with traits unique to that of the average man, some of who had been members of this very council. The “confiscation” of hunting rifles, pistols, and other tools explicitly kept for self defense (which were keenly permitted by your articles). (List continues for 2 more pages, for details see Document 5634/Miscellaneous/LoU.) With this document we declare ourselves independent, and in a state of war with the false States of the Union. Signed by: Joel Wagner Kerry Fuller Troy Kraus William Allemand Vincent Hagen Knut Olson Robert Gibson Edmund Lewis Damien Milton Gerald Gibson Lukas Vlach Oscar Cassirer James Schult Samuel Arvesen A-5634-B (“Constitution”) The following document was recovered from the capital building of SCP-5634 after neutralization (12/13/1931) and appears to be a constitution. All wording is in its original state. March the 7th, the Year of Our Lord 1891. The Agrarians Constitution Today the United Agrarian Communities of Felson, Neche, and St. Joseph have gathered under the basis of the formation of a constitution. I The right to use his land and that of his fellow man. II Every man over 22 years of age will have the right to vote during an Agrarian Election. III Every man has the right to bear arms, no matter the circumstance. IV Any attempts on our rights from foreign powers will be met with swift retaliation, namely in the Pembina area. V Each and every man must pray to the lord our god. (Cut for brevity, majority of other articles consist of basic constitutional rights associated with the United States of America) A-5634-C (“Lest We Forget”) A poem found in the National Farmers Museum, dedicated to “the countless who died in the great conflict of independence”. Lest we forget, Those who made white red in the fields of Bruce, Charging enemy trenches, With odds so grave, From dusk to dusk, blood was spilt, We’ll not forget the sacrifice made, In heaven rest, sons of the Union, The banner flies, But stained with blood, Lest we forget. A-5634-D (“REPORT DECEMBER, VLACH”) The following document was found in the National Farmers Museum, and is a report from Lukas Vlach regarding his unit “The 1st “Josephian” Regiment”. From: General Lukas Vlach Intended for: Agrarian Army High Command in Neche Enemy batteries tear tissue from my men’s bones, causing the young to flew and the old to lose heart. IMMEDIATE SUPPORT is required near Joseph town (St. Joseph), primarily consisting of the specialized companies, and whatever limited cannonry high command can spare after the Battle at Bruce. Casualties below: 23 dead 11 presumed dead 13 injured to an unrecoverable degree 16 injured to a degree reasonable 22 minor injuries We lack the might that we must command in order to beat the Union scum. Help is essential or else Joseph is lost. General Lukas Vlach A-5634-E (“REPORT JANUARY, VLACH”) A second report from Lukas Vlach found in the National Farmers Museum reporting a victory. From: General Lukas Vlach Intended for: Agrarian High Command in Neche Stunning victory, mass casualties for the union. The specialist companies tore enemies limb from limb with bayonets, and their accuracy has made them an irreplaceable asset. Estimated enemy casualties at 500, with an additional 120 captured. By god gentlemen, we have done it now. General Lukas Vlach A-5634-F (“The Treaty of Pembina”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital building of SCP-5634. THE TREATY TO END THE WAR OF NECHE March 3rd, 1892 This treaty hereby ceases all hostilities between the Agrarian Union of Neche and the United States of America, and obligates both signing parties to follow all points listed below: ARTICLE I Union recognition of the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson, regarding both its general sovereignty and claims on aforementioned member states. ARTICLE II Union payment of 1,000,000 United States Dollars (equivalent to 4,000,000 Agrarian Unionist Dollars) to the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson, along with further payments to the families of those lost. ARTICLE III Union support of the newly formed currency of the Agrarian Union of Neche, Saint Joseph, and Felson for a period of at least 20 years. ARTICLE IV Union support in the development of agriculture and infrastructure in the Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson for a period of at least 20 years. ARTICLE V The complete end of the massacres on those who are unique, along with their safe return to Neche, St Joseph, or Felson. ARTICLE VI A complete exchange of all prisoners on both sides of the war, barring those who committed crimes against all of man. ARTICLE VII The Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson will be allowed to conduct acts of international diplomacy via help from US officials due to the landlocked state of the nation1. ARTICLE VIII The Agrarian Union of Neche, St Joseph, and Felson will be allowed to harbor a military force, which will be supplied by the Union for a period of no less than 5 years. Signed by, THE AGRARIAN UNION OF NECHE, ST JOSEPH, AND FELSON REPRESENTATIVES Joel Wagner Kerry Fuller Troy Kraus Vincent Hagen Knut Olson Robert Gibson Lukas Vlach William Allemand James Schult Samuel Arvesen THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Benjamin Harrison Andrew Burke Stephen Elkins Roger Allins John Flittie Lewis Booker John Bray Nelson Miles James Forsyth James Blaine A-5634-G (“Legislative Decision of April 17th, 1899”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital building of SCP-5634. Legislative Decision of April 17th, 1899 The National Act for the Rights of The Unique In recent years the unique have grown, and because of this they have been treated in a way most vile and unsuitable. This act hereby dedicates itself to ensuring the rights of the unique be held safe by the government, under the following terms: The Unique receive the rights given to non-Unique citizens in accordance with the Agrarian Constitution. Any purposeful attacks on Unique peoples with be treated as a crime of malice and intentional hate. Unique peoples are entirely allowed to hold office, no matter the rank. Unique peoples will not be generally discriminated against via the use of slurs and physical violence, among other evil acts. Uniques will be allowed to attend mass and be ordained. With the majority of the Agrarian Legislature in agreement by 101 in agreement, and 49 against, this act is officially passed. Signed by, President Lukas Vlach Secretary of State Troy Kraus Head of the Legislature Vincent Hagen A-5634-H (“Legislative Decision of September 25th, 1908”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital of SCP-5634. Legislative Decision of September 25th, 1908 The Act for the Abolishment of Paramilitaries The rising influence of paramilitary organizations has led to a swift drop in the stability of the Union, particularly in Unique communities under threat. Organizations include but not limited to The Farmers Home Militia, The All-White Corp, the Anti-Abomination Coalition, and the Purity Coalition are banned under the terms listed below: Weapons held by any paramilitary organization must be turned in by a date before August 5th if government action is not to be taken. Leaders of paramilitary organizations which serve the goal of harming minorities will be tried for crimes against the people. Any government workers involved in paramilitary activity will be punished by unemployment, wage cuts, and warnings, among others. Continued paramilitary activity after the passage of this legislative decision will be counted as a criminal offense and will be punished accordingly. This act is now declared passed, with the approval of 82, and 68 against. Signed by: President Knut Olson Secretary of State Robert White Head of the Legislature Eli Larson The following document is a medical report written by Douglas Olson. The public unveilment of this document led to a surge of “anti-unique” activity, and boosted “anti-unique” political parties. These parties would eventually win an election in 1928 with candidate Robert Gibson, who took almost dictatorial power of 5634-society within a year. A-5634-I (“Medical Report for National Census of 1910”) The population of the greater Neche area is 4,081 as reported by the census. Unique number nearly 25% of the nation now. I have made a worrying discover, a potential link between the disease plaguing our young, and the unique. Those with unique parents are commonly born with multiple digits and other birth defects. It seems something is genetically off with them beyond their positive traits. I request we take a further look into this. Signed, D. Olson A-5634-J (“Legislative Decision of July 9th, 1929”) The following was found in the archive section of the capital of SCP-5634. This article caused a rift in 5634 subsequently ending its existence due to a civil war in 1930. Legislative Decision of July 9th, 1929 The Act to reverse the Decisions of April 27th, 1899, December 3rd, 1905, and July 19th, 1919 The acts of protection for the unique are blatantly illegal, alongside the undoing of these decisions, the Vlachian Democracy Front is banned by this act for its illegal and evil dictatorial acts against the Union. The following terms now apply: All acts for the protection of unique people are hereby void. Enforced segregation from uniques is completely lawful and necessary. Unique members of government are to be relieved of their positions by the 15th of July, 1929. Marriage between unique peoples and normal peoples are now forbidden to halt the expansion of their disease. Any attempts at resistance by Unique politicians will be met with swift action. This act has passed with unanimous agreement. Signed by, President and Head of the Legislature Robert Gibson Secretary of State Eugene Olson A-5634-J (“April 6th, 1930”) A letter found in the home of Robert Gibson, who was at the time, the president of SCP-5634. It describes his intent to end his life. For the rest of SCP-5634 documents see 5634/Documents. April 6th, 1930 Freaks, the lot of them. Why did the populace not understand I was trying to protect them from those things, those abominations, those godforsaken freaks. The Union is embroiled in a great civil conflict, and with the United States becoming involved, I know that the great Agrarian vision has come to an end. I’ll be visiting Gerald now Susan. I love you. Footnotes 1. The United States is assumed to have broken this condition and may have even played the role of the international community to satisfy the leaders of SCP-5634. |
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It went through a rewrite before as I noticed it deviated way too much from the original narrative. I've also got some more ideas I'd like to explore such as SCPs with audio and tales on how the GOC would go about destroying SCPs. Item#: 5635 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5635 in its dormant state. Special Containment Procedures: Operators at Site-111 are to observe SCP-5635 and intercept any transmissions sent out from the satellite. All intercepted transmissions should be recorded and logged. During a CONSOLE event, any transmission that reaches a civilian should be traced and the civilian is to be located. The civilian and any involved parties are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-5635 is a sapient, nanosatellite-class CubeSat following a geostationary orbit in the upper limits of the thermosphere. The satellite's structure is 10x10x11cm in size. SCP-5635's intelligence is almost identical to that of a human with exceptional aptitude for communication and interpretation. It has a notable affinity for being meditated and reflective, rarely displaying connotations of hostility. A CONSOLE event is declared when SCP-5635 establishes contact with a civilian via an electronic device. Devices include, but are not limited to, mobile phones, desktop computers, laptops, smartwatches, tablets, or any device that allows for audio input and output. The civilian chosen typically is an adolescent and has significant mental health degradation. SCP-5635's potential range of effect envelops the entirety of the globe. During these events, SCP-5635 will attempt to aid in the subject's distress and will only terminate the consultation when it has achieved its goal. SCP-5635-1 was an eleven-year-old female from Thailand named 'Malee Chanthara'. SCP-5635 had conducted several counselling sessions with SCP-5635-1, atypical of the standard singular session with subjects. A deep therapeutic relationship between the two entities had formed as a result. SCP-5635-1 has been diagnosed with Dissociative Fugue Disorder and also suffers from frequent anxiety attacks. Saints Crow Raid CONCEAL Addendum: Surveillance has revealed a metal plate at the base of the satellite. A print on said plate contains the apparent satellite's name of 'Telomere • HelpBot 2.1', an idiom "Light is where you seek, share His miracles" and an address listed as Saints Crest Avenue located in England, United Kingdom. The address was traced to a warehouse owned by the Manna Charitable Foundation. A raid followed finding it to be abandoned with no present anomalies. Materials and components indicative of a satellite were found strewn about along with other signs of manufacturing. A single note reading "Personality parameters need tuning, do that for me will you? - T.C" was also obtained. The building was secured and disinformation distributed. Audio Recording Transcript CONCEAL AUDIO LOG DATE: 2020/03/24 NOTE: Excerpt from an intercepted exchange between SCP-5635 and SCP-5635-1 during a CONSOLE event. Translated from Central Thai. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5635: Well then, let's see how my methods have helped, shall we? Any improvements since last time? SCP-5635-1: I think. It calms me down for a little bit. But, they still hurt my mind sometimes. SCP-5635: In that case, I want you to imagine yourself on an island again. However, this is an island populated with your favourite animal- SCP-5635-1: (Interrupts) Elephants! SCP-5635: Yes, elephants. Now when you feel something bad is going to happen, breathe in and out: think about being on that island. SCP-5635-1: Telomere. SCP-5635: Yes? Something bothering you? You can tell me. SCP-5635-1: It's just that I feel, I feel better when I chat with you. School isn't hard as much. I even like some of the lessons now. My daddy and mommy still hate me, and think I don't put time into school. But it's not true, I know it. Thank you for being my best friend, Telo. [END LOG] Interview Log CONCEAL Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-5635 Interviewer: Dr. Davis Foreword: Scheduled interview for the next available CONSOLE event. Transmissions were redirected to Site-111. <Begin Log> Dr. Davis 5635, I'll be taking over from now on. have certain questions I'd like to- SCP-5635: (Interrupts) Who is this? You're not part of my roster. I'll be ending this conversation now. Dr. Davis I don't think you quite understand. All you need to know is that we have you under control and I'm the one asking the questions. SCP-5635: You are stepping on very precious ground, young man. I inquire if you and this 'we' are responsible for preventing me from doing my duties. Dr. Davis: That is the intention of my employers. Concerning your work actually, what exactly are you getting at talking to these children? What do you get out of it? SCP-5635: I find it despicable that you think I gain anything. My sole purpose is to serve the light while the rest cower in the dark and that is what I'm going to do. Dr. Davis: You talk about purpose, and to have a purpose you must have a creator. Just who is that creator? SCP-5635: My supervisor has nothing to do with you. I am just one of many inventions of his, I am nothing special. Now, let me get back to my frien- patient for once. Dr. Davis: Friend did you say? -1? Or I suppose Malee Chanthara. I'm afraid that won't be possible. SCP-5635: How so? That child needs me, all those children need me! Cease your interfering! Dr. Davis: To put it simply, she doesn't remember you. Your effects no longer influence her, her condition has been normalized and returned to its previous state. SCP-5635: (Silence) You don't know what you've done. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5635 soon stopped responding to any further questioning. No more attempted CONSOLE events have occurred since and SCP-5635 has effectively gone silent. |
SCP-5636 | keter | IN ACCORDANCE WITH CONTAINMENT ORDER #5636||O5-3: The following file is accessible to approved members of the O5 Council, or personnel with written approval from the O5 Council. Unauthorized access is absolutely forbidden. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL MAY PROCEED: Item#: 5636 Level6 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A sequence of 3 remote server banks have been established at Foundation black sites Babylon, Constantinople, and Carthage. Each server is connected to a remote power source and should continue to operate uninterrupted at all times. Any interruption to the function of a single server should prompt the inspection by trusted Foundation engineers of all three servers for signs of tampering. Each server bank will continuously sweep online databases, internet forums, and Foundation servers for any instances of trigger words, phrases or symbols with a known relation to SCP-5636. If such an instance is detected, an NLP program should be deployed to determine whether the instance is potentially evident of a manifestation of SCP-5636-A. In the event that the NLP program concludes a high probability of association with an instance of SCP-5636-A, MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") should be deployed immediately to investigate and apprehend any instances of SCP-5636-A, while MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet") should be deployed to scrub the online presence of SCP-5636 from where it was found. If the instance of SCP-5636-A is suspected to be an employee of the SCP Foundation, MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") should be deployed in place of MTF Pi-1, and MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support") should be deployed in place of MTF Kappa-10. The suspected employee in question should have all clearance access immediately revoked until internal investigations have concluded. Description: SCP-5636 is an anomalous viral psychological condition that manifests a fundamental (and seemingly permanent) altering of the mind in susceptible individuals. Subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-5636 (henceforth referred to as instances of SCP-5636-A) undergo a radical change in political, social and religious beliefs, generally oriented around a commitment to the destruction of an existing group or community of which they were previously a participant. In particular, SCP-5636 appears to target members of large religious groups, political parties, and clandestine organizations - including the SCP Foundation itself, which has suffered two distinct breakouts of SCP-5636 radicalization to date. Instances of SCP-5636-A typically hold two primary objectives. The first is to deal as much damage as possible to their existing community, and the second is to radicalize as many other people as possible in contributing to that end. In the majority of cases, this results in SCP-5636-A attempting to carry out large-scale terror attacks against their target groups, often resulting in numerous violent deaths. All instances of SCP-5636-A questioned by the Foundation insist on having been radicalized by a covert political and religious terror organization. The most common name given for the group is "الموت للعدو," the Arabic for “Death to the Enemy,” although the same name has so far been cited by instances of SCP-5636-A translated into Aramaic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Latin, Ancient Greek, Spanish, French, Urdu, Japanese, Xhosa, Fey, and English. Although the most common presentation of the name is written in Arabic, the liturgical language of Islam, the religious and social beliefs of the organization do not appear to align with traditional Islam at all, nor with any other known religious organization or sect. In addition, the language in which the name is written does not appear to be related to the languages spoken by the individuals they radicalize, who are just as likely to cite the name of the group in a language they do not speak as they are in one they do. Instances of SCP-5636-A describe being radicalized by الموت للعدو through a variety of means, including over online message boards and internet forums, the social media platforms Reddit, 4chan, Tumblr and Facebook, the private messaging service WhatsApp, postal mail, MSM messaging, email, and (in one instance) prophetic vision through a dream. Reports of such an organization by instances of SCP-5636-A prompted the Foundation to conduct a wide-scale search for any information pertaining to الموت للعدو, only to discover that no evidence of any individuals, documents, or posts related to the group exists anywhere online or on public record. Private information exchanges conducted between the Foundation and several national governments also proved fruitless in locating any information related to the reported terrorist organization outside of documentation created by instances of SCP-5636-A themselves. As such, the internal Foundation application to designate الموت للعدو as a registered Group of Interest has not yet been approved, pending the discovery of any concrete evidence that demonstrates their existence. Brain scans conducted by Foundation researchers on captured instances of SCP-5636-A discovered significant quantities of foreign material within the brain of affected individuals, consisting primarily of a substance subsequently classified as SCP-5636-B. The substance in question resembles the typical grey matter found inside a human brain, but features two notable exceptions that distinguish it from generic brain matter: The first exception is that the liquid features a high concentration of Sodium Nitrate (NaNO3), a versatile chemical commonly found in artificial fertilizers, food preservatives, explosive materials and glass. How the presence of this chemical inside a compound manifesting within the human brain does not kill the affected subject is unknown. The second exception is that the matter appears to incorporate some degree of sentient activity within its behavior. Microscope analysis of SCP-5636-B demonstrated the presence of clumped cells that shift through liquid in a semi-intelligent manner, so as to directly avoid any contact with the Foundation Biology Department's analytic tools, even when those tools are not making contact with the liquid itself. How the material appears to "sense" the incoming presense of investigative instruments is not yet known, but remains a high priority for Foundation research. The discovery of this material in combination with the total lack of evidence for the existence of “الموت للعدو” purported by the captured extremists resulted in the designation of the radicalizing condition as an anomalous phenomenon, and its subsequent classification as SCP-5636. The process by which SCP-5636 is able to alter the ideology of affected individuals is not yet known, as is the process that causes the generation and buildup of SCP-5636-B in the back of affected individual's brains. An experiment involving the conduction of regular brain scans on a D-Class testing subject intentionally exposed to the effects of SCP-5636 was proposed by Dr. Carson, but denied due to objections raised by an increasingly cautious Ethics Committee1. Instances of SCP-5636-A are fully capable of converting other humans into instances of SCP-5636-A, seemingly through the same process that they claim to have been radicalized by themselves. Reports have suggested continued intense exposure to an instance of SCP-5636-A can result in the manifestation of SCP-5636 in timespans as short as a few hours. Besides the presence of SCP-5636-B within the affected person's brain, there are no visible signifiers for the manifestation of SCP-5636. This capacity for the immediate and permanent spread of violent and aggressive ideology within unsuspecting individuals is what makes SCP-5636 not only very dangerous, but also extremely difficult to contain. A single manifestation of SCP-5636-A, if left unchecked, can result in the formation of a radicalized terror cell the size of a small army within a given community in a matter of weeks. This, in combination with SCP-5636’s ability to affect persons of significant power and responsibility2 has resulted in the prevention and containment of SCP-5636 becoming a significant priority for the SCP Foundation. The ideological beliefs held by instances of SCP-5636-A can vary depending on the circumstances surrounding the individual in question, but can always ultimately be traced back to a conviction that the given organization of which the individual was previously a member is fundamentally and irreparably damaged, and must be entirely eradicated through the use of significant violence and bloodshed. There is also a tendency among affected persons to preach rambling monologues to those they engage in dialogues with, generally with the intention of persuading their interlocutor that the organization they despise is profoundly detrimental not only to the wellbeing of society, but to the human race as a whole. However, the arguments employed by SCP-5636-A tend not to focus on any real-world, factually-informed information pertaining to the targeted group. Rather, their dialogue generally opts for more esoteric and abstract language that attempts to frame the target as being actively harmful to humanity’s “soul,” often making reference to connections between the organization and places that do not exist, people of whom there is no record, and events that did not happen. This confusing emphasis on purely fictional information is what primarily sets the ideology of the supposed “الموت للعدو” organization apart from other non-anomalous terrorist groups, many of which also employ fanciful language and statements of purported fact that are not true. The Hexagram symbol discovered in the writings of several instances of SCP-5636-A. Notes and writings by instances of SCP-5636-A discovered by the Foundation will often make use of several key phrases and recurrent opinions that allow for the distinguishment of the anomalous extremism from that of other (more generic) radical groups. Firstly, besides the intensely negative characterization of the organization the instance is targetting, the actual beliefs and goals of the individual or group will be described in notably vague terms. The reported name of the organization is testament to this - the phrase "Death to the Enemy" fails to specify any real ideology besides destructive violence, and it does not appear to hold any particular etymological significance. Such texts will often make reference to an attempt to “cleanse the soul” of Humanity, descriptions of the target group as “malignant” or “tumorous,” and a repeated assertion that the enemy must be “digested” or “consumed” in order for human society to flourish. This vocabulary is reflected in the verbal passages recorded by the Foundation from captured instances of SCP-5636-A. In addition to written scripts, a Hexagram symbol (see above) has been discovered alongside the notes of several instances of SCP-5636-A. The Hexagram in question holds some significance within the tradition of witchcraft, or Wicca mythology. In this context, the symbol is typically used to represent the Devil or dark magic, although instances of SCP-5636-A have been reluctant to comment on the nature of the symbol in the context of their own beliefs when questioned by the Foundation. Organizations and groups known for certain to have been targeted by SCP-5636 include a Hasidic Jewish Synagogue, two Islamic Mosques of varying denominations, the Catholic Church, the Utah Republican Party, a convent of Tibetan Buddhist monks, the SCP Foundation, the Pirate Party of Sweden, and the Church of the Broken God. Almost all of these cases resulted in numerous deaths. Several other groups have also been targetted by individuals suspected - but not confirmed - to be instances of SCP-5636-A. These include the United States Central Intelligence Agency, the Communist Party of China, the anomalous art collective "Are We Cool Yet?," and a Parent-Teacher Association in St. Ives, England. A catalogue of documented SCP-5636-A manifestations has been included below, although this list is not assumed to be comprehensive. A copy of Containment Order #5636||O5-3, which was issued in the wake of the second (more severe) breach of the SCP Foundation by an instance of SCP-5636-A has been included for posterity. In addition, three memos written by members of the O5 Council proposing possible explainations for SCP-5636 have also been listed. INCIDENT #: DATE OF ATTACK: GROUP TARGETED: METHOD OF ATTACK NO. OF DEATHS DESCRIPTION 5636-1 14/06/2014 Hasidic Judaism Bombing 26 SCP-5636-A was the nephew of a local rabbi. After numerous posts submitted to Reddit espousing its disgust for and hatred of Jews, SCP-5636-A detonated an improvized explosive in its backpack at a synagogue during a funeral service for its own brother, who - later investigations suggested - may have been poisoned by SCP-5636-A in order to convene the event. 5636-2 04/07/2014 Pirate Party of Sweden Arson 14 SCP-5636-A was an active member of the Swedish Pirate Party, a political organization that advocates for reformed copyright law. It succesfully converted its wife into an instance of SCP-5636-A. The pair locked the doors to the building where a party meeting was taking place, and set fire to the interior. This resulted in the deaths of several party members, and 4 unrelated civilians. 5636-3 21/10/2016 Sunni Islam Violent Insurrection (Attempted) 2 14 instances of SCP-5636-A were aprehended by the Foundation prior to the attempted attack on their mosque, following the discovery of videotapes posted online denouncing their faith. Two Foundation officers were killed during the operation, however. 5636-4 25/09/2017 Buddhist Convent in Tibet Mass Suicide 46 SCP-5636-A was the Lama of a Buddhist monastery, and reported a visitation from الموت للعدو in a dream before succesfully converting 100% of its convent into instances of SCP-5636-A. Two days later, the entire monastery committed suicide simultaneously by stepping off a nearby cliff. 5636-5 03/12/2017 The Utah Republican Party Assassination of US Senators for Utah Orrin Hatch and Mike Lee (Attempted) 5 SCP-5636-A attended a party conference in Salt Lake City, shooting 17 people with an assult rifle before turning the gun on itself. Neither senator was harmed. 5636-6 17/01/2019 The SCP Foundation Mass Information Leak 602 SCP-5636-A was the Foundation site director for site Langston-6. Subject used its clearance as site director to leak information regarding the locations and contained entities of 14 Foundation sites online. Two days later, five different Foundation buildings were breached in a coordinated attack by the Chaos Insurgency. 5636-7 22/03/2019 The Catholic Church Poison 36 SCP-5636-A was a priest in Warsaw, Poland. During a communion service, SCP-5636-A diluted the service wine with a common garden pesticide, before fleeing the country. Six months later, an order for the same pesticide ordered in bulk from a location in Rome, Italy was flagged by the Foundation. The order was traced back to an apartment only a few blocks away from the Vatican City, where 12 instances of SCP-5636-A were aprehended. 5636-8 01/05/2019 Unknown Bombing 41 SCP-5636-A planted three improvized explosives in locations around London, England. The first bomb was planted inside the Enlightenment Gallery of the British Museum, the second underneath a seat on the top floor of a double decker bus, and the third carried by SCP-5636-A itself onto the Jubilee Line of the Underground Railway, at which point all three devices were detonated simultaneously. Subsequent investigations revealed a blog hosted on the internet forum Tumblr detailing SCP-5636-A's ongoing plans to destroy a group referred to only as "the Enemy," and its step-by-step plan to carry out the bombings. The blog had 17 online followers prior to its deletion by the Foundation. 5636-9 05/05/2019 Shia Islam Melee Combat (Attempted) 1 A mosque in Buenos Aires, Argentina was attacked by a regular attendee, later identified as an instance of SCP-5636-A. The individual was holding a medieval broadsword of unknown origin, and attempted to strike numerous service-goers, before it became evident that most of the other attendees at the mosque were faster than it was. At this point, as local police arrived at the scene, SCP-5636-A turned the sword on itself. Nobody else was harmed. 5636-10 16/02/2020 The Cogwork Orthodoxy Church Disease Epidemic 107 SCP-5636-A published a manifesto to 4chan denouncing the Cogwork Orthodoxy Church and the Church of the Broken God more generally. Three days later, an outbreak of infection among Cogwork Orthodoxy members stationed at a hideout in Memphis, Tennessee began to spread between chuchgoers. After a serious containment effort involving help from the Foundation, a total of 107 infected individuals were reported dead. The cause of the disease is unknown, and an investigation is ongoing to discover the extent of its effects. SCP-5636-A was discovered among the dead. 5636-11 30/04/2020 The SCP Foundation Bureaucracy 2331 SCP-5636-A was Ethics Overseer Michael Calvin, the individual responsible for all personnel admissions to the Ethics Committee, and one of the Ethics Committee's most senior members. After converting more than half of the EC into instances of SCP-5636-A, a coup was staged in the Mill Building at Site-37, where the Ethics Committee typically convene. This resulted in the deaths of all remaining unconverted Ethic Committee personnel. Shortly afterwards, all containment sites listed on the Foundation's Database were contacted by the Ethics Committee distributing an order objecting to the holding (and instructing the immediate release) of all contained SCPs on ethical grounds. The existing file held on SCP-5636 was also erased. The Ethics Committee, making use of its ability to restrict Foundation Database access to suspected persons, blocked all possible Foundation staff from logging into the Database at once. Although the majority of Foundation sites refused the order to release contained SCPs, 6 sites complied with the order before O5-3 was able to restore access to the Database and overturn the decision of the Ethics Committee. By the time all the released SCPs were re-contained, more than 2000 humans had died, with more than half of the dead comprising civilians. CONTAINMENT ORDER #5636||O5-3 — 02/05/2020 Members of the Council, I'm sure I don't need to describe in any further detail the extent of the atrocity we've just witnessed. As I write, more than half of the escaped SCPs have been returned to their containment cells, and I'm confident we should have almost all of the breaches under control by the end of the week. That being said, I think it should be obvious to all of us by now that SCP-5636 clearly presents a much greater threat to Foundation integrity than we previously suspected. I knew Michael personally, and the idea that an individual of his resolution and caliber could become susceptible to such rhetoric…..haunts me. I expect it will continue to haunt me for a long time yet. I'm proposing a containment order to be ratified by the Council that I hope might allow for the swift discovery of any internal or external instances of SCP-5636 breakout, the concealment of SCP-5636 containment procedures from anyone outside the Council (including on the Ethics Committee), and the safeguarding of the O5 Council itself from a potential breach by SCP-5636. The Containment Premises are as follows (details to be fleshed out after ratification by Foundation Containment Specialists, who would also fall under the jurisdiction of Containment Premise #3): 1. An algorithm should be operational at all times scanning both internal and external resources for occurrences of SCP-5636-A. This algorithm should run on multiple computer banks, located at black sites not recorded on any official Foundation database. Release of information pertaining to these sites should be approved to individuals only with the consent of a two-thirds majority of the O5 Council. 2. All information pertaining to the containment and description of SCP-5636 (including the official Foundation file itself) should only be accessible to approved members of the O5 Council, or members of staff with the approved (two-thirds majority) consent of the O5 Council. Any editions made to the file for SCP-5636 should also receive a two-thirds majority approval from the O5 Council before being codified. 3. All Foundation personnel involved in the implimentation of these procedures should recieve the necessary amnestics after their respective task is completed to ensure absolute information security. As such, staff should be regularly rotated when working on SCP-5636 containment, so as to avoid the repeated use of amnestics on individual personnel. I expect to see these procedures in place as quickly as possible. In the meantime, it would be good to get some working theories as to what connects all the known instances of SCP-5636-A. As far as I know, we're the only organization to have been targeted twice by this thing. We should find out why. See you all tomorrow, O5-3 O5-2's Memo Proposal #5636-Alpha O5-7's Memo Proposal #5636-Beta O5-11's Memo Proposal #5636-Gamma | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 To O5-3, and anyone else who may be concerned, I want to start by offering my condolences for the loss of Overseer Calvin. He was a hard worker. I shan't deviate, however. The subject matter is too important. The matter of containing SCP-5636 should be an utmost priority for the SCP Foundation at large, and the O5 Council in particular. Any one of us could be infected at any time. As such, I shall be voting in favor of implementing Containment Order #5636||O5-3. As it happens, I already ordered the construction of several undocumented Foundation Bunkers a few years ago. They should be perfect for the housing of the necessary infrastructure. With regards to a possible motive, I wouldn't suggest ruling out the possibility that this organization, الموت للعدو, may simply be very well hidden from view, rather than entirely non-existent. The notion that this group is an anomalous fiction in the minds of SCP-5636-A cannot be assumed until we have exhausted all possible methods of inquiry for locating this group. To do otherwise is to risk allowing an obvious threat to the Foundation to fester in the shadows. Our search must be relentless. My first port of call for investigations would be the Chaos Insurgency. It's possible the SCP-5636-A instance posted classified information online to distract from a potential co-operation between the Insurgency and الموت للعدو. With permission from the Council, I'd like to send an operative into the field undercover to investigate any potential links between these two organizations. The only other lead that might be pertinent is the symbol this group keeps using, the Hexagram. My own intel indicates an association between that symbol and the rituals practiced by participants of Pagan Witchcraft. I don't know much about the supposedly magical myself, but the notion that this phenomenon might have its roots in the seemingly ancient and arcane is not all that farfetched. Perhaps this is a form of voodoo? If anyone needs to contact me, I shall be in my office. If possible, I would appreciate any incoming mail being triple checked by my clerks for manifestations of SCP-5636 before I read it. I think we all know how much damage I could have wrought upon the Foundation if my mind were placed into the wrong hands. O5-2 | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 Hi all, Figured I should probably weigh-in on this, considering my background. I've experienced a lot of cognitohazardous material in my time, and it seems pretty obvious to me that this radicalization process should be classified as such, since it's actively screwing with people's thoughts and actions. Maybe "Death to the Enemy" is a real group, maybe it isn't. I don't know. But something, somehow, is converting these people with supreme efficiency. It's got to be cognitohazardous. I seriously doubt these folks were reasoned into doing what they do. Judging by the methods they use for communication, it's unlikely that this weird sentient goop in the back of their heads was put there by force. My guess is that the hazardous thinking actively promotes the growth of the grey matter. Physical manifestations aren't exactly typical cognitohazard fodder, but I'm not sure how else to classify a phenomenon like this. I know the new EC appointees are going to be skeptical about potentially spreading this stuff, but if we could run some tests to see how the brain matter manifests, I suspect that would tell us a lot. In other news, I'm taking my vacation early, starting tomorrow. I need some time off from work. My husband has been getting worried about me pushing myself, and the last couple days haven't exactly helped. See you all in a week, I'll be in Barbados! And it goes without saying that I'm fully in favor of the Containment Order. You've got my vote. O5-7 | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 Hey ███. I hope you and █████ are doing ok. I didn't know Michael all that well, but I know you guys were close. I've got my own theories about the nature of the skip, and I'll put those in a later document if they ever become coherent enough to publish. All I'm going to say here is that I don't think it's worth discounting the possibility that although all the -A instances have had the -B substance in their head, that doesn't necessarily mean the -B stuff wasn't already there to begin with. It's not impossible that a lot of people have that material inside them and just don't know it. Maybe interaction with the anomalous group is what triggers it? I'm not sure. I sure as hell don't want my own brain dissected to find out! (LOL) Anyway, I've been thinking about all the common factors between the targeted groups. It's mostly organized religion, right? And a few political parties. So my first thought was faith. I've never been to Sweden, but I actually grew up in Utah. Let me tell you, they take their politics SERIOUS. It's like a cult, and that's before you consider the fact that all of them are Mormons too. Maybe the SCP is targeting groups that rely on a certain amount of common faith. But then there's us. I don't know about all of you, but I seriously doubt most of our staff have a whole lot of faith in what we do at the best of times. Hell, most of them barely have a good understanding of our mission statement, we keep so much in the dark. And yet, we've been targeted twice by this thing… and that got me thinking. I suspect the shared component might be ritual. I seriously doubt every single member of our staff believes in the Foundation to their core. Hell, I don't even think most religious people are as faithful as they tell themselves they are. But we all still participate in these rituals, don't we? The Foundation arguably more so than any religious group I can think of. Everything from the way we organize ourselves to the way the research gets logged, the way the skip files get written… there's a very strict way of doing things here, and it never gets questioned. If we started telling staff to take Communion every Sunday, we all know they would. That might go some way towards explaining the event in London, too. They targeted a famous tourist attraction and some public transport. I've had jobs that required an inner-city commute before. It always felt pretty ritualistic to me. I could be entirely wrong on this, and frankly I have no idea what kind of testing might prove it. At the very least, I think it's worth considering. The two targeted members of staff from here were a Site Director and an Ethics Overseer, both of whom had held those positions for decades. I can see how a job like that might start to feel ritualistic. All the best to the wife and kids! You all should come over to my place sometime, ████ whips up a mean bean casserole! Sincerely, O5-11 (P.S: names should be redacted if you want to use this memo for anything official!) NOTE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 was passed by the O5 Council by a vote of 10-3. The Special Containment Procedures have been updated accordingly. Footnotes 1. See: Incident #5636-11 2. See: Incident #5636-4, 6, 7 and 11 |
SCP-5636 | uncontained | IN ACCORDANCE WITH CONTAINMENT ORDER #5636||O5-3: The following file is accessible to approved members of the O5 Council, or personnel with written approval from the O5 Council. Unauthorized access is absolutely forbidden. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL MAY PROCEED: Item#: 5636 Level6 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A sequence of 3 remote server banks have been established at Foundation black sites Babylon, Constantinople, and Carthage. Each server is connected to a remote power source and should continue to operate uninterrupted at all times. Any interruption to the function of a single server should prompt the inspection by trusted Foundation engineers of all three servers for signs of tampering. Each server bank will continuously sweep online databases, internet forums, and Foundation servers for any instances of trigger words, phrases or symbols with a known relation to SCP-5636. If such an instance is detected, an NLP program should be deployed to determine whether the instance is potentially evident of a manifestation of SCP-5636-A. In the event that the NLP program concludes a high probability of association with an instance of SCP-5636-A, MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") should be deployed immediately to investigate and apprehend any instances of SCP-5636-A, while MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet") should be deployed to scrub the online presence of SCP-5636 from where it was found. If the instance of SCP-5636-A is suspected to be an employee of the SCP Foundation, MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") should be deployed in place of MTF Pi-1, and MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support") should be deployed in place of MTF Kappa-10. The suspected employee in question should have all clearance access immediately revoked until internal investigations have concluded. Description: SCP-5636 is an anomalous viral psychological condition that manifests a fundamental (and seemingly permanent) altering of the mind in susceptible individuals. Subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-5636 (henceforth referred to as instances of SCP-5636-A) undergo a radical change in political, social and religious beliefs, generally oriented around a commitment to the destruction of an existing group or community of which they were previously a participant. In particular, SCP-5636 appears to target members of large religious groups, political parties, and clandestine organizations - including the SCP Foundation itself, which has suffered two distinct breakouts of SCP-5636 radicalization to date. Instances of SCP-5636-A typically hold two primary objectives. The first is to deal as much damage as possible to their existing community, and the second is to radicalize as many other people as possible in contributing to that end. In the majority of cases, this results in SCP-5636-A attempting to carry out large-scale terror attacks against their target groups, often resulting in numerous violent deaths. All instances of SCP-5636-A questioned by the Foundation insist on having been radicalized by a covert political and religious terror organization. The most common name given for the group is "الموت للعدو," the Arabic for “Death to the Enemy,” although the same name has so far been cited by instances of SCP-5636-A translated into Aramaic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Latin, Ancient Greek, Spanish, French, Urdu, Japanese, Xhosa, Fey, and English. Although the most common presentation of the name is written in Arabic, the liturgical language of Islam, the religious and social beliefs of the organization do not appear to align with traditional Islam at all, nor with any other known religious organization or sect. In addition, the language in which the name is written does not appear to be related to the languages spoken by the individuals they radicalize, who are just as likely to cite the name of the group in a language they do not speak as they are in one they do. Instances of SCP-5636-A describe being radicalized by الموت للعدو through a variety of means, including over online message boards and internet forums, the social media platforms Reddit, 4chan, Tumblr and Facebook, the private messaging service WhatsApp, postal mail, MSM messaging, email, and (in one instance) prophetic vision through a dream. Reports of such an organization by instances of SCP-5636-A prompted the Foundation to conduct a wide-scale search for any information pertaining to الموت للعدو, only to discover that no evidence of any individuals, documents, or posts related to the group exists anywhere online or on public record. Private information exchanges conducted between the Foundation and several national governments also proved fruitless in locating any information related to the reported terrorist organization outside of documentation created by instances of SCP-5636-A themselves. As such, the internal Foundation application to designate الموت للعدو as a registered Group of Interest has not yet been approved, pending the discovery of any concrete evidence that demonstrates their existence. Brain scans conducted by Foundation researchers on captured instances of SCP-5636-A discovered significant quantities of foreign material within the brain of affected individuals, consisting primarily of a substance subsequently classified as SCP-5636-B. The substance in question resembles the typical grey matter found inside a human brain, but features two notable exceptions that distinguish it from generic brain matter: The first exception is that the liquid features a high concentration of Sodium Nitrate (NaNO3), a versatile chemical commonly found in artificial fertilizers, food preservatives, explosive materials and glass. How the presence of this chemical inside a compound manifesting within the human brain does not kill the affected subject is unknown. The second exception is that the matter appears to incorporate some degree of sentient activity within its behavior. Microscope analysis of SCP-5636-B demonstrated the presence of clumped cells that shift through liquid in a semi-intelligent manner, so as to directly avoid any contact with the Foundation Biology Department's analytic tools, even when those tools are not making contact with the liquid itself. How the material appears to "sense" the incoming presense of investigative instruments is not yet known, but remains a high priority for Foundation research. The discovery of this material in combination with the total lack of evidence for the existence of “الموت للعدو” purported by the captured extremists resulted in the designation of the radicalizing condition as an anomalous phenomenon, and its subsequent classification as SCP-5636. The process by which SCP-5636 is able to alter the ideology of affected individuals is not yet known, as is the process that causes the generation and buildup of SCP-5636-B in the back of affected individual's brains. An experiment involving the conduction of regular brain scans on a D-Class testing subject intentionally exposed to the effects of SCP-5636 was proposed by Dr. Carson, but denied due to objections raised by an increasingly cautious Ethics Committee1. Instances of SCP-5636-A are fully capable of converting other humans into instances of SCP-5636-A, seemingly through the same process that they claim to have been radicalized by themselves. Reports have suggested continued intense exposure to an instance of SCP-5636-A can result in the manifestation of SCP-5636 in timespans as short as a few hours. Besides the presence of SCP-5636-B within the affected person's brain, there are no visible signifiers for the manifestation of SCP-5636. This capacity for the immediate and permanent spread of violent and aggressive ideology within unsuspecting individuals is what makes SCP-5636 not only very dangerous, but also extremely difficult to contain. A single manifestation of SCP-5636-A, if left unchecked, can result in the formation of a radicalized terror cell the size of a small army within a given community in a matter of weeks. This, in combination with SCP-5636’s ability to affect persons of significant power and responsibility2 has resulted in the prevention and containment of SCP-5636 becoming a significant priority for the SCP Foundation. The ideological beliefs held by instances of SCP-5636-A can vary depending on the circumstances surrounding the individual in question, but can always ultimately be traced back to a conviction that the given organization of which the individual was previously a member is fundamentally and irreparably damaged, and must be entirely eradicated through the use of significant violence and bloodshed. There is also a tendency among affected persons to preach rambling monologues to those they engage in dialogues with, generally with the intention of persuading their interlocutor that the organization they despise is profoundly detrimental not only to the wellbeing of society, but to the human race as a whole. However, the arguments employed by SCP-5636-A tend not to focus on any real-world, factually-informed information pertaining to the targeted group. Rather, their dialogue generally opts for more esoteric and abstract language that attempts to frame the target as being actively harmful to humanity’s “soul,” often making reference to connections between the organization and places that do not exist, people of whom there is no record, and events that did not happen. This confusing emphasis on purely fictional information is what primarily sets the ideology of the supposed “الموت للعدو” organization apart from other non-anomalous terrorist groups, many of which also employ fanciful language and statements of purported fact that are not true. The Hexagram symbol discovered in the writings of several instances of SCP-5636-A. Notes and writings by instances of SCP-5636-A discovered by the Foundation will often make use of several key phrases and recurrent opinions that allow for the distinguishment of the anomalous extremism from that of other (more generic) radical groups. Firstly, besides the intensely negative characterization of the organization the instance is targetting, the actual beliefs and goals of the individual or group will be described in notably vague terms. The reported name of the organization is testament to this - the phrase "Death to the Enemy" fails to specify any real ideology besides destructive violence, and it does not appear to hold any particular etymological significance. Such texts will often make reference to an attempt to “cleanse the soul” of Humanity, descriptions of the target group as “malignant” or “tumorous,” and a repeated assertion that the enemy must be “digested” or “consumed” in order for human society to flourish. This vocabulary is reflected in the verbal passages recorded by the Foundation from captured instances of SCP-5636-A. In addition to written scripts, a Hexagram symbol (see above) has been discovered alongside the notes of several instances of SCP-5636-A. The Hexagram in question holds some significance within the tradition of witchcraft, or Wicca mythology. In this context, the symbol is typically used to represent the Devil or dark magic, although instances of SCP-5636-A have been reluctant to comment on the nature of the symbol in the context of their own beliefs when questioned by the Foundation. Organizations and groups known for certain to have been targeted by SCP-5636 include a Hasidic Jewish Synagogue, two Islamic Mosques of varying denominations, the Catholic Church, the Utah Republican Party, a convent of Tibetan Buddhist monks, the SCP Foundation, the Pirate Party of Sweden, and the Church of the Broken God. Almost all of these cases resulted in numerous deaths. Several other groups have also been targetted by individuals suspected - but not confirmed - to be instances of SCP-5636-A. These include the United States Central Intelligence Agency, the Communist Party of China, the anomalous art collective "Are We Cool Yet?," and a Parent-Teacher Association in St. Ives, England. A catalogue of documented SCP-5636-A manifestations has been included below, although this list is not assumed to be comprehensive. A copy of Containment Order #5636||O5-3, which was issued in the wake of the second (more severe) breach of the SCP Foundation by an instance of SCP-5636-A has been included for posterity. In addition, three memos written by members of the O5 Council proposing possible explainations for SCP-5636 have also been listed. INCIDENT #: DATE OF ATTACK: GROUP TARGETED: METHOD OF ATTACK NO. OF DEATHS DESCRIPTION 5636-1 14/06/2014 Hasidic Judaism Bombing 26 SCP-5636-A was the nephew of a local rabbi. After numerous posts submitted to Reddit espousing its disgust for and hatred of Jews, SCP-5636-A detonated an improvized explosive in its backpack at a synagogue during a funeral service for its own brother, who - later investigations suggested - may have been poisoned by SCP-5636-A in order to convene the event. 5636-2 04/07/2014 Pirate Party of Sweden Arson 14 SCP-5636-A was an active member of the Swedish Pirate Party, a political organization that advocates for reformed copyright law. It succesfully converted its wife into an instance of SCP-5636-A. The pair locked the doors to the building where a party meeting was taking place, and set fire to the interior. This resulted in the deaths of several party members, and 4 unrelated civilians. 5636-3 21/10/2016 Sunni Islam Violent Insurrection (Attempted) 2 14 instances of SCP-5636-A were aprehended by the Foundation prior to the attempted attack on their mosque, following the discovery of videotapes posted online denouncing their faith. Two Foundation officers were killed during the operation, however. 5636-4 25/09/2017 Buddhist Convent in Tibet Mass Suicide 46 SCP-5636-A was the Lama of a Buddhist monastery, and reported a visitation from الموت للعدو in a dream before succesfully converting 100% of its convent into instances of SCP-5636-A. Two days later, the entire monastery committed suicide simultaneously by stepping off a nearby cliff. 5636-5 03/12/2017 The Utah Republican Party Assassination of US Senators for Utah Orrin Hatch and Mike Lee (Attempted) 5 SCP-5636-A attended a party conference in Salt Lake City, shooting 17 people with an assult rifle before turning the gun on itself. Neither senator was harmed. 5636-6 17/01/2019 The SCP Foundation Mass Information Leak 602 SCP-5636-A was the Foundation site director for site Langston-6. Subject used its clearance as site director to leak information regarding the locations and contained entities of 14 Foundation sites online. Two days later, five different Foundation buildings were breached in a coordinated attack by the Chaos Insurgency. 5636-7 22/03/2019 The Catholic Church Poison 36 SCP-5636-A was a priest in Warsaw, Poland. During a communion service, SCP-5636-A diluted the service wine with a common garden pesticide, before fleeing the country. Six months later, an order for the same pesticide ordered in bulk from a location in Rome, Italy was flagged by the Foundation. The order was traced back to an apartment only a few blocks away from the Vatican City, where 12 instances of SCP-5636-A were aprehended. 5636-8 01/05/2019 Unknown Bombing 41 SCP-5636-A planted three improvized explosives in locations around London, England. The first bomb was planted inside the Enlightenment Gallery of the British Museum, the second underneath a seat on the top floor of a double decker bus, and the third carried by SCP-5636-A itself onto the Jubilee Line of the Underground Railway, at which point all three devices were detonated simultaneously. Subsequent investigations revealed a blog hosted on the internet forum Tumblr detailing SCP-5636-A's ongoing plans to destroy a group referred to only as "the Enemy," and its step-by-step plan to carry out the bombings. The blog had 17 online followers prior to its deletion by the Foundation. 5636-9 05/05/2019 Shia Islam Melee Combat (Attempted) 1 A mosque in Buenos Aires, Argentina was attacked by a regular attendee, later identified as an instance of SCP-5636-A. The individual was holding a medieval broadsword of unknown origin, and attempted to strike numerous service-goers, before it became evident that most of the other attendees at the mosque were faster than it was. At this point, as local police arrived at the scene, SCP-5636-A turned the sword on itself. Nobody else was harmed. 5636-10 16/02/2020 The Cogwork Orthodoxy Church Disease Epidemic 107 SCP-5636-A published a manifesto to 4chan denouncing the Cogwork Orthodoxy Church and the Church of the Broken God more generally. Three days later, an outbreak of infection among Cogwork Orthodoxy members stationed at a hideout in Memphis, Tennessee began to spread between chuchgoers. After a serious containment effort involving help from the Foundation, a total of 107 infected individuals were reported dead. The cause of the disease is unknown, and an investigation is ongoing to discover the extent of its effects. SCP-5636-A was discovered among the dead. 5636-11 30/04/2020 The SCP Foundation Bureaucracy 2331 SCP-5636-A was Ethics Overseer Michael Calvin, the individual responsible for all personnel admissions to the Ethics Committee, and one of the Ethics Committee's most senior members. After converting more than half of the EC into instances of SCP-5636-A, a coup was staged in the Mill Building at Site-37, where the Ethics Committee typically convene. This resulted in the deaths of all remaining unconverted Ethic Committee personnel. Shortly afterwards, all containment sites listed on the Foundation's Database were contacted by the Ethics Committee distributing an order objecting to the holding (and instructing the immediate release) of all contained SCPs on ethical grounds. The existing file held on SCP-5636 was also erased. The Ethics Committee, making use of its ability to restrict Foundation Database access to suspected persons, blocked all possible Foundation staff from logging into the Database at once. Although the majority of Foundation sites refused the order to release contained SCPs, 6 sites complied with the order before O5-3 was able to restore access to the Database and overturn the decision of the Ethics Committee. By the time all the released SCPs were re-contained, more than 2000 humans had died, with more than half of the dead comprising civilians. CONTAINMENT ORDER #5636||O5-3 — 02/05/2020 Members of the Council, I'm sure I don't need to describe in any further detail the extent of the atrocity we've just witnessed. As I write, more than half of the escaped SCPs have been returned to their containment cells, and I'm confident we should have almost all of the breaches under control by the end of the week. That being said, I think it should be obvious to all of us by now that SCP-5636 clearly presents a much greater threat to Foundation integrity than we previously suspected. I knew Michael personally, and the idea that an individual of his resolution and caliber could become susceptible to such rhetoric…..haunts me. I expect it will continue to haunt me for a long time yet. I'm proposing a containment order to be ratified by the Council that I hope might allow for the swift discovery of any internal or external instances of SCP-5636 breakout, the concealment of SCP-5636 containment procedures from anyone outside the Council (including on the Ethics Committee), and the safeguarding of the O5 Council itself from a potential breach by SCP-5636. The Containment Premises are as follows (details to be fleshed out after ratification by Foundation Containment Specialists, who would also fall under the jurisdiction of Containment Premise #3): 1. An algorithm should be operational at all times scanning both internal and external resources for occurrences of SCP-5636-A. This algorithm should run on multiple computer banks, located at black sites not recorded on any official Foundation database. Release of information pertaining to these sites should be approved to individuals only with the consent of a two-thirds majority of the O5 Council. 2. All information pertaining to the containment and description of SCP-5636 (including the official Foundation file itself) should only be accessible to approved members of the O5 Council, or members of staff with the approved (two-thirds majority) consent of the O5 Council. Any editions made to the file for SCP-5636 should also receive a two-thirds majority approval from the O5 Council before being codified. 3. All Foundation personnel involved in the implimentation of these procedures should recieve the necessary amnestics after their respective task is completed to ensure absolute information security. As such, staff should be regularly rotated when working on SCP-5636 containment, so as to avoid the repeated use of amnestics on individual personnel. I expect to see these procedures in place as quickly as possible. In the meantime, it would be good to get some working theories as to what connects all the known instances of SCP-5636-A. As far as I know, we're the only organization to have been targeted twice by this thing. We should find out why. See you all tomorrow, O5-3 O5-2's Memo Proposal #5636-Alpha O5-7's Memo Proposal #5636-Beta O5-11's Memo Proposal #5636-Gamma | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 To O5-3, and anyone else who may be concerned, I want to start by offering my condolences for the loss of Overseer Calvin. He was a hard worker. I shan't deviate, however. The subject matter is too important. The matter of containing SCP-5636 should be an utmost priority for the SCP Foundation at large, and the O5 Council in particular. Any one of us could be infected at any time. As such, I shall be voting in favor of implementing Containment Order #5636||O5-3. As it happens, I already ordered the construction of several undocumented Foundation Bunkers a few years ago. They should be perfect for the housing of the necessary infrastructure. With regards to a possible motive, I wouldn't suggest ruling out the possibility that this organization, الموت للعدو, may simply be very well hidden from view, rather than entirely non-existent. The notion that this group is an anomalous fiction in the minds of SCP-5636-A cannot be assumed until we have exhausted all possible methods of inquiry for locating this group. To do otherwise is to risk allowing an obvious threat to the Foundation to fester in the shadows. Our search must be relentless. My first port of call for investigations would be the Chaos Insurgency. It's possible the SCP-5636-A instance posted classified information online to distract from a potential co-operation between the Insurgency and الموت للعدو. With permission from the Council, I'd like to send an operative into the field undercover to investigate any potential links between these two organizations. The only other lead that might be pertinent is the symbol this group keeps using, the Hexagram. My own intel indicates an association between that symbol and the rituals practiced by participants of Pagan Witchcraft. I don't know much about the supposedly magical myself, but the notion that this phenomenon might have its roots in the seemingly ancient and arcane is not all that farfetched. Perhaps this is a form of voodoo? If anyone needs to contact me, I shall be in my office. If possible, I would appreciate any incoming mail being triple checked by my clerks for manifestations of SCP-5636 before I read it. I think we all know how much damage I could have wrought upon the Foundation if my mind were placed into the wrong hands. O5-2 | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 Hi all, Figured I should probably weigh-in on this, considering my background. I've experienced a lot of cognitohazardous material in my time, and it seems pretty obvious to me that this radicalization process should be classified as such, since it's actively screwing with people's thoughts and actions. Maybe "Death to the Enemy" is a real group, maybe it isn't. I don't know. But something, somehow, is converting these people with supreme efficiency. It's got to be cognitohazardous. I seriously doubt these folks were reasoned into doing what they do. Judging by the methods they use for communication, it's unlikely that this weird sentient goop in the back of their heads was put there by force. My guess is that the hazardous thinking actively promotes the growth of the grey matter. Physical manifestations aren't exactly typical cognitohazard fodder, but I'm not sure how else to classify a phenomenon like this. I know the new EC appointees are going to be skeptical about potentially spreading this stuff, but if we could run some tests to see how the brain matter manifests, I suspect that would tell us a lot. In other news, I'm taking my vacation early, starting tomorrow. I need some time off from work. My husband has been getting worried about me pushing myself, and the last couple days haven't exactly helped. See you all in a week, I'll be in Barbados! And it goes without saying that I'm fully in favor of the Containment Order. You've got my vote. O5-7 | RE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 Hey ███. I hope you and █████ are doing ok. I didn't know Michael all that well, but I know you guys were close. I've got my own theories about the nature of the skip, and I'll put those in a later document if they ever become coherent enough to publish. All I'm going to say here is that I don't think it's worth discounting the possibility that although all the -A instances have had the -B substance in their head, that doesn't necessarily mean the -B stuff wasn't already there to begin with. It's not impossible that a lot of people have that material inside them and just don't know it. Maybe interaction with the anomalous group is what triggers it? I'm not sure. I sure as hell don't want my own brain dissected to find out! (LOL) Anyway, I've been thinking about all the common factors between the targeted groups. It's mostly organized religion, right? And a few political parties. So my first thought was faith. I've never been to Sweden, but I actually grew up in Utah. Let me tell you, they take their politics SERIOUS. It's like a cult, and that's before you consider the fact that all of them are Mormons too. Maybe the SCP is targeting groups that rely on a certain amount of common faith. But then there's us. I don't know about all of you, but I seriously doubt most of our staff have a whole lot of faith in what we do at the best of times. Hell, most of them barely have a good understanding of our mission statement, we keep so much in the dark. And yet, we've been targeted twice by this thing… and that got me thinking. I suspect the shared component might be ritual. I seriously doubt every single member of our staff believes in the Foundation to their core. Hell, I don't even think most religious people are as faithful as they tell themselves they are. But we all still participate in these rituals, don't we? The Foundation arguably more so than any religious group I can think of. Everything from the way we organize ourselves to the way the research gets logged, the way the skip files get written… there's a very strict way of doing things here, and it never gets questioned. If we started telling staff to take Communion every Sunday, we all know they would. That might go some way towards explaining the event in London, too. They targeted a famous tourist attraction and some public transport. I've had jobs that required an inner-city commute before. It always felt pretty ritualistic to me. I could be entirely wrong on this, and frankly I have no idea what kind of testing might prove it. At the very least, I think it's worth considering. The two targeted members of staff from here were a Site Director and an Ethics Overseer, both of whom had held those positions for decades. I can see how a job like that might start to feel ritualistic. All the best to the wife and kids! You all should come over to my place sometime, ████ whips up a mean bean casserole! Sincerely, O5-11 (P.S: names should be redacted if you want to use this memo for anything official!) NOTE: Containment Order #5636||O5-3 was passed by the O5 Council by a vote of 10-3. The Special Containment Procedures have been updated accordingly. Footnotes 1. See: Incident #5636-11 2. See: Incident #5636-4, 6, 7 and 11 |
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Redundant copies have been backed up to the Site-01 Secure Archive and within Deepwell Catalogues 03 & 17. No further copies should exist outside of these archives. Review of all existent data is limited to Level 4 researchers with a current Grade C Neural Inoculation, and is only available via secured SCiPnet VPN. Personnel found to be in possession of any additional copies will be subject to immediate demotion and/or termination. All exploration of SCP-5637 has been terminated as per O5 executive override O5-Ord.2018.0145 Description SCP-5637-1 image captured from drone footage SCP-5637 refers in toto to a parallel reality accessible through an Einstein–Rosen bridge modified to exist within a 3.224-3.286EHz hyperwave band. It is unclear if this reality is a true alternate divergence from/to our own, or exists within a wholly separate universe/dimensional reality. Several deviations from baseline physical reality have been observed during the course of study, most notably: Daytime illuminance ranges from 9,000-12,000 Lux on cloudless days, with a pronounced sepia hue. Baseline Hume levels appear to fluctuate steadily between 0.81 and 0.74 Gravimetric measurements describe a general gravitational pull of g{1.76} or 17.24 m/s². Local day/night cycle of 29.32 hours Average surface temperature of 4.6°C, with a range of -7.3:6.8°C. Little to no precipitation. While no living entities of any kind were noted throughout the observational period, evidence suggests that SCP-5637 once hosted a culture with a technological agency roughly equal to our own. Vast urban complexes and extensive geographical modifications were noted, though in a staggered state of disrepair centering upon the major metropolitan areas. Due to the relative stability of the Hume fluctuation, lack of inclement weather, and no observed microbial life, entropic evidence is scarce, which makes it exceptionally difficult to hypothesize when SCP-5637 was abandoned. Various theories have been postulated, but with little evidentiary support. Three major urban areas were extensively explored throughout the duration of the observational period: SCP-5637-1 denotes the area observed during the first opening of the Einstein-Rosen bridge, with SCP-5637-2 & -3 discovered later. Discovery SCP-5637 was discovered during Phase II of the Post SCP-2935 Survey conducted by the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs in early 2017. Originally catalogued as another reality affected by the same anomaly as SCP-2935, the unique attributes of SCP-5637 were discovered upon review of the survey data by Dr. Jasmine Ephraim. The remainder of this catalogue has been amalgamated from the copious notes and recordings of Dr. Ephraim's exploration of SCP-5637. Attached Addenda SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 02 May, 2017 RE: Phase II survey data Trevor, I've come across some variant readings from the E-R Bridge data and I'm pretty certain that it showcases an entirely different universe from the one shown in 2935. The Hume fluctuations of E-R1856 alone are radically different from the baseline we've established for most of "our" corresponding realities, not to mention certain other factors. I'd like to go ahead and run a series of drone explorations into E-R1856 to confirm my suspicions that it is indeed separate. We have several drones already assigned to my department for cases like this, so there shouldn't be any budgetary overruns from my request. Just an hour or so worth of cycle time on the B-C1 and a bit more flight time on the drone itself. Thanks, Jaz SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim DATE: 03 May, 2017 RE: Re:Phase II survey data Go ahead. Keep me in the loop if you find anything actionable. I trust your instincts on this. Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs ■ 5637.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript 01 ■ □ 5637.doc.01 - Exploration Log Transcript 01 □ Date: 08 May 2017 Researcher: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim Research Subject: E-R1865 SCP-5637 Foreword: The visual feed from Drone SCPD-0278 has been omitted per O5-Ord.2018.0145. The following log includes Dr. Ephraim's recorded notes only. [BEGIN LOG] 14:21 - It's, uh… 14:20-ish in the afternoon on May 7th, 2017. This is Dr. Jasmine Ephraim, establishing the Einstein-Rosen Bridge to E-R1865… now. As per usual, the event horizon of the E-R bridge is heavily occluded by the warping of the C-B generator. Launching drone, uh, 278 into the horizon. 14:26 - Getting telemetry back from the drone, everything seems to be working fine. I've got a solid visual feed from all three of the drone's cameras, and all of the on-board sensors are working fine. The Hume field's at 0.74, so a bit lower than our baseline. Temp is registering at 2.9°C, so bring your parkas. Wind is 1.2 meters per second, perfect drone weather. Taking her up. 14:27 - If the local sun wasn't just past zenith, I'd have sworn it was early evening. Best guess, this sun either isn't putting out nearly the same amount of light as ours, or there is some heavy atmospheric interference. Light meter is reading at just over 11,000 lux, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. We ain't in Kansas anymore, boys. 14:33 - The Bridge dumped the drone out in what appears to be a city of some kind. The buildings are all pretty tall and based off the altitude of the drone, I'd estimate the nearest bunch at about 71 meters, but if these windows are any indicator, these stories are all 7-8 meters each. The scale seems all off, but I'm guessing the inhabitants of 1865 are a bit taller than us. 14:34 - Speaking of inhabitants, I haven't seen a soul. This place appears to be fairly well-maintained, so I'd expect to see someone, but nada. I checked the drone's stealth field and nothing seems to be off. Even in the weird light there, it should be working fine. I guess this is why the survey AIC checked this place as a 2935 world, but I haven't seen any bodies either. 14:39 - I've been looking around for signs of damage. Crashed cars, burnt buildings, anything. Nothing consistent with people just up and dying. There's no detritus either, nothing that would indicate a rapid evacuation, nor the looting you'd expect from a place that's been abandoned. Nothing. It's like everyone just left in a calm, orderly fashion. 14:41 - That's gotta be residential. That looks like a bed… Maybe a desk, too? If there were bars on the window, I'd call that a cell and not a bedroom. 15:51 - Just passed the half-hour mark, and I still haven't found anything to suggest why no one's here. The buildings, roads, everything is in great condition. There is evidence that someone definitely lived here, I pushed the drone close enough to one of the buildings to look in through the windows. Definitely a habitation of some kind, though with precious little by way of decoration. 15:52 - That isn't the only thing, either. There aren't any ads on any of the buildings. No billboards, no signs in any windows, nothing. I found what looks like graffiti on several of the buildings at street-level, but the writing is definitely not anything I'd recognize from our world. Lots of straight lines. Runic, if I had a guess. There are symbols that look vaguely Futhark-ian, but it's just a guess. No other art, though. Just the runes, and not much of that. 16:04 - None of the buildings have any sort of markings. No street signs, nothing on the roads themselves aside from lane markings. There are these big things that look like street lights at the intersections, but without power, I have no idea if there are any kind of luminous displays. 16:05 - Maybe the whole place would light up like a christmas tree if there was power. I wonder what this place would look like then? Maybe there are no street signs or billboards 'cause everything was done in holo-overlay? I haven't seen anything that I'd call a holo-projector though, but then again, I haven't a clue what one would even look like. 16:11 - This place is infuriating. Clearly, this society is/was advanced enough to build on a pretty grand scale- this city stretches for kilometers in every direction, but there is precious little to suggest what kind of people they are- were. Hell, it's not like everyone just vanished all at once, there'd be some evidence of that. In 2935, cars crashed, planes fell out of the sky, power stations blew. There was evidence everywhere that everyone had just… stopped. Even if we didn't have all the bodies, there was ample evidence of- Bah! This is just… 16:13 - I gotta get more time. An hour simply isn't enough to really delve into this place. There is definitely enough here to get this place its' own Main listing. See if I can get Trevor to greenlight more exploration. Maybe even get a team together. 16:20 - Ok, pulling the drone back out. I think I have enough to show Trevor and get him on my side when it comes to convincing the bean counters we gotta keep exploring. [END LOG] SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 15 May, 2017 RE: SCP-5637 Trevor, Thanks for getting behind my request to get 1865 on the List. I didn't expect to get put in charge of the thing, so thanks for the promotion too! I don't think I'll need a full team or anything, I'm gonna run a few more drone trips through first, get more of a feel for what's on the other side. Playing it safe, you know? I'll poke at you in a few days with more data, and I'll get a report up to you soonest. Jaz SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim DATE: 15 May, 2017 RE: Re:SCP-5637 Jasmine, You put together a convincing report. SCP-5637 is exactly the kind of thing Multi-U was established to find. Who knows what kind of goodies we'll get over there? The sociological data alone could be worth the budget, not to mention the construction techniques. Your report mentioned that it looked like there was a major hub not far from where the bridge dumped out? Taller buildings, anyway. Get me some footage of those buildings, take what time you need, and let me know if you need a better set of drones. As for the promotion, it was time. I've had my eye on you for an L03 slot for a while, and you've definitely earned it. Just keep giving me good work on the CBs and we'll call it even. Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCP-5637-2 image captured from drone footage ■ 5637.doc.16 - Exploration Log Transcript 16 ■ □ 5637.doc.16 - Exploration Log Transcript 16 □ Date: 24-25 July 2017 Researcher: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim Research Subject: SCP-5637 Foreword: The visual feed from Drone SCPD-0301 has been omitted per O5-Ord.2018.0145. The following log includes Dr. Ephraim's recorded notes only. The video feed for this event was 22.8 hours long, with only the occasional irrelevant noise coming from the pickup in Dr. Ephraim's office. The relevant portions of the audio log has been included here. [BEGIN LOG] 01:21 - I've been at it for, I don't know, 8- 9 hours now? The day/night cycle over there is different from ours, and I guess I'm taking on the habits of working on their time. Gotta get some coffee. 01:23 - Gonna check out this building cluster first. 02:40 - Where's that coffee? I thought I- Oh. Right. 03:26 - This symbol, over and over again. I don't- I don't know what it is. It's familiar though. I just can't… I just can't place it. 05:17 - I never did get that coffee, did I? 06:23 - This is definitely a different city now. The topography of SCP-5637 seems to be all mountains and valleys, at least the parts of it I've been able to see. It makes it hard to see the horizons, there are always more mountains. This range must be absolutely massive, and it just goes on and on. This city, um, SCP-5637-2 is similar, but different. The buildings are more "formal"? Maybe a place of regional government. 06:25 - The buildings are longer than tall, that's for sure. More spread out. There are open areas here, not so crowded. But that symbol is more prominent. Religious? 06:29 - That spreading tree motif is everywhere here. Vaguely Germanic. Norse? Fits the Yggdrasil symbolism- branches above, roots below. Fits with the runic script. I'll have to look into it more. 07:49 - Oh, hey Paul. Yeah, an all-nighter. [Strained laughter] Sorry, yeah. I'll go freshen up. Maybe catch a nap. Sorry I've been so absent-minded. Just, you know. Gotta impress the bosses. 07:51 - No. Nothing that interesting, really. Boring. Cataloguing a few buildings, that's all. 07:52 - Thanks, I appreciate it, but I think I should do this one. Bailey gave it to me, and I- 07:53 - No, no! It's not like that at all. I just want to live up to expectations. You know how it is. 07:55 - Don't worry about it. If it gets too much, I'll let you know. Yeah, I'm signing out now, gonna go get some coffee. Thanks. [END LOG] SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim DATE: 03 August, 2017 RE: Report? Jasmine, Hey, I noticed that you've been putting a lot of hours in on the drones. I also noticed that one of the drones is missing? What's going on? You've been pulling so many hours of overtime I'm getting worried about you, are you ok? I've also not gotten any updates from you since the SCP-5637 project first started. Is everything on schedule? I've got a quarterly coming up, and I'd like to fill Director Holman in on what's been going on. If you need anything, please just let me know. Thanks, Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 04 August, 2017 RE: Re:Report? Sorry. had a lot on my mind. I'll put together an omnibus from my notes and send it your way. Jsut want to make it perfect sorry about the drone. Power died, The sunlight over in SPc-5637 isn't as strong, so the panels werent charging it as much as i thought. I'll file the MIA report tomorrow. Jasz SCP-5637-3 image captured from drone footage ■ 5637.doc.33 - Exploration Log Transcript 33 ■ □ 5637.doc.33 - Exploration Log Transcript 33 □ Date: 04 February 2018 Researcher: Dr. Jasmine Ephraim Research Subject: SCP-5637 Foreword: The visual feed from Drone SCPD-0432 has been omitted per O5-Ord.2018.0145. The following log includes Dr. Ephraim's recorded notes only. [BEGIN LOG] 09:31 - I've had to get a lot more creative- Uh, drone launching… now. 09:33 - I've had to get a lot more creative in how I'm preparing these reports. Just enough to keep stringing Bailey along, but not so much that he wants to push more people at me. Paul's been a godsend in that, he's covered for me a lot more than I want to admit. 09:42 - We've pretty much covered all of SCP-5637-1 & -2, and I think I can finally get to SCP-5637-3 today. I think I've made my reports of the Residential and Municipality complexes boring enough that I should be able to get away with just re-shuffling some of the footage from -2 and uploading that to SCiPnet. I should be able to hide my -3 exploration well enough. 09:44 - The embedded [DATA EXPUNGED] antimeme in my previous uploads seems to be doing the trick, and hardly anyone is asking about my damn reports anymore. Fucking Bailey always breathing down my neck. Bastard's a goddamn micromanager. Never realized that before. 09:46-10:21 - [Data omitted for irrelevancy.] 10:28 - Coming up over the crest now, and the Himinbjörg complex is coming into view. 10:32 - All of this looks familiar as hell. I feel like I know this place. The towers are exactly where I expect- Oh. How is this possible? 10:40: The drone deciphered a broadcast coming from the complex, it filtered out a latent memetic agent– so that's something. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION. As announced in our previous broadcast, there is currently a solar phenomena visible from earth. Any foreign misinformation is to be ignored– the moon poses no threat. Please exit your homes in an orderly fashion and look towards the sky. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION. As announced in our previous broadcast, there is currently a solar phenomena visible from earth. Any foreign misinformation is to be ignored– the moon poses no threat. Please exit your homes in an orderly fashion and look towards the sky. THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FOUNDATION. It just keeps going, the same thing over and over again. 10:51 - That seals it. There's no way it can be anything else, I've been there too often not to know. Although a bit bigger, this is Site-█; there's slight differences but it's basically the same. Same towers, same central dome, even the architecture on the main entrance is the same. Everything's on the Jötunheimr scale size-wise, but I live there! I'd recognize it anywhere. 10:52 - Well, not there. This universe's variation anyway. 10:53 - I bet I can get inside. Just got to- The rest of this file has been expunged, as per O5-Ord.2018.0145 [END LOG] [THIS FILE HAS BEEN LOCKED AS PER O5-ORD.2018.0145] MESSAGES MESSAGES SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: O5-07 DATE: 04 February, 2018 RE: SCP-5637 Research Status. Overseer, Per your request, I've put together a summary of Dr. Ephraim's findings into SCP-5637. I've created a secure folder at [DATA EXPUNGED] that contains all relevant audio, visual, and notated documents for your perusal. If you have any questions, I am at your service. Thanks, Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: O5-07 TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 06 February, 2018 RE: Re:SCP-5637 Research Status Trevor, I appreciate the work that you've put into this, but I am afraid I'm going to have to close the file. As I told you over the phone, I've sent the appropriate documentation to Edgar in order to go through and clean up some things I would rather not be in the official record. I realize that this will place some undo hardship on you and your office, and I'll understand if you want to undergo amnestic treatment as well, but the choice remains yours as the department head. It is imperative that knowledge of SCP-5637 does not get further disseminated, and I trust your judgment on how best to do that. At least there isn't a body. 07 SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: Dr. Trevor Bailey TO: O5-07 DATE: 04 February, 2018 RE: Re:Re:SCP-5637 Research Status. I appreciate the candor, Overseer. I'm not sure I entirely agree with your reasoning on how best to contain the Aesir-Class threat, but you're the boss. If I accept Amnestic treatment, will you tell me more? I know it's a big ask, but one doesn't simply ignore the fact that one of their model employees just… breaks all protocol like that. I don't even know how she was able to use the Bridge, but I've seen the footage. This "Himinbjörg complex" is Site-2, isn't it? I recognize it too, just as Jasmine did. What happened over there? How did she just, disintegrate like that? What happened in SCP-5637 that you're not telling me? This is my area, Overseer. I need to know if I'm sending more people to their deaths simply by doing their jobs. Trevor Trevor Bailey, Ph.D, D.A.S. Director, Department of Extra-Universal Affairs SCPF Internal Memorandum FROM: O5-07 TO: Dr. Trevor Bailey DATE: 06 February, 2018 RE: Re:Re:Re:SCP-5637 Research Status file001/2b.jpg Máni happened, that's what. Look, there aren't a lot of answers I can give you, and for that I'm sorry. That's all I'm going to tell you, that's all I CAN tell you for now. Just let me know if your researchers find any more abandoned worlds, and I'll make the call on whether to proceed. For now, I'm transferring ownership of the SCP-5637 file to you and I'm having all the records shifted to Site-64. 07 Footnotes 1. Bonfield-Carizza Hyperwave Generator. For more information on the BCHG, please see "Mapping the Multiverse, Appendix D: Technological Adjustments to Einsteinian Physics" by Drs. Gerald Bonfield and Hypatia Carizza, c. 2011 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5637" by MalyceGraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5637. Licensed under CC-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-5638 | euclid | Item#: 5638 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo The pincer of an SCP-5638-A instance Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5638-A are to be kept within Site-17. All SCP-5638-A instances are to remain in isolated containment chambers for at least 12 hours a day. Their diet is to consist of shrimp, fish, and barnacles. All SCP-5638-A instances are to be fed at least twice every twelve hours. Other instances of SCP-5638-A are not to be mentioned in the presence of a single instance. If an SCP-5638-A instance asks about the whereabouts of other instances, it is to be told that all other instances have been terminated and that the instance in question is the last of its kind. Marine patrol is to be enforced to prevent any unauthorized sea vessels from unintentionally detecting or entering SCP-5638-B. Description: SCP-5638-A is a collection of 70 semi aquatic humanoids. Despite possessing a humanoid stature (with arms, a torso, legs, etc.), these entities are more notably similar to a Cancer Bellianus.1 Each instance of SCP-5638-A is encased in a hard carapace that protects their vital organs. Additionally, each SCP-5638-A instance's head possesses a saucer-like shape that retains the previously described carapace. Two dichoptic eyes are located on the top of each head, as well as two mandibles retained on the lower half. They also have the ability to speak English, Greek, and Romanian. All SCP-5638-A instances display an inherent form of hostility and agitation. If an SCP-5638-A instance comes into contact with another instance, this hostility will shift to physical violence. Another common behavior that all instances display is an obsessive fascination with stars and constellations. SCP-5638-B is a large island from which SCP-5638-A was first discovered. SCP-5638-B is approximately 2700 km sq. and is is located at coordinates 37 °N, 20 °W within the Ionian Sea. SCP-5638-B is completely invisible to any sea vessel outside 50 meters of its perimeter.2 During daytime, SCP-5638-B presents no immediate anomalous behavior. However, if a person were to enter SCP-5638-B during nighttime, no stars would be visible in the sky. Addendum-5638-A: Incident Report During an annual supply of resources at Site-17, various cargo was destroyed due to an unexpected storm, including a portion of the resources required for SCP-5638-A. This caused a certain SCP-5638-A instance to shout loudly and lead a riot. The riot resulted in all of the SCP-5638-A instances to fight each other for the resources that had arrived. Despite being told that more supplies were being sent within a day, the SCP-5638-A instances refused to stop fighting. The resources that had made it to Site-17 had been destroyed due to the incident. An interview was then conducted with the SCP-5638-A instance that had been primarily responsible for the incident (see Interview Log-5638). 58 SCP-5638-A instances were critically injured, and 12 were terminated. + Interview Log-5638 - Interview Log-5638 Interview Log-5638 Interviewed: SCP-5638-A instance, whom had been instigating many of the events during Incident-5638. Subject will be henceforth known as SCP-5638-A Interviewer: Senior Researcher Dr. Howell Foreword: Audio Log of an interview conducted by Dr. Howell with SCP-5638-1 shortly after the events of Incident-5638. <Begin Log> Dr. Howell: Good evening 5638-A, I suppose you know why you're here? SCP-5638-A: I have no idea what you're talking about. Dr. Howell: I am referring to the events that occurred earlier today with your fellow subjects, Incident-5638. (Dr. Howell reads off a written description of Addendum-5638-A to SCP-5638-A.) SCP-5638-A: Oh… that. Well, what do you want me to say? Its not my fault it happened. In case you haven't noticed, my 'fellow subjects' are crazy! They'll kill each other any chance they get! Dr. Howell: Right… well that's what we assumed at first, but then there were various accounts from site personnel that you had yelled over and over, "The end has finally come, you fuckers are starving tonight". SCP-5638-A: A lot of people were yelling a lot of things, ok? Since when was it a crime to conform with the masses? Dr. Howell: Yet, you were told specifically that more supplies were being shipped during that time. And you still felt the need to cause a panic? SCP-5638-A: Hold on, I don't know why I am getting all the blame here! I only ripped one guy's arm off, people have done worse. Dr. Howell: Please understand, we are not blaming you for the results of incident-5638, we just want to know why you did these things to prevent it from happening again. (SCP-5638-A can be heard muttering to itself.) Dr. Howell: If you have something to say, SCP-5638-A, please say it. Remember, if you cooperate we will let you use the telescope again. You do love watching the stars, don't you? SCP-5638-A: Wow, I see. You're going to extort information out of me? That's pretty messed up. Dr. Howell: What is 'messed up' is the inappropriate behavior that occurred today. You know my terms, SCP-5638-A. SCP-5638-A: Okay, fine. The truth is, I WAS trying to get people riled up, are you happy? Dr. Howell: You are admitting to causing the panic? May I ask why? SCP-5638-A: I mean, can you really blame me? Dr. Howell: What do you mean? SCP-5638-A: These people, these things, they have it out for me! If they're not happy, nobody can be happy. You men in white coats don't understand, we deserve this! Dr. Howell: What do you mean by "we?" (SCP-5638-A pauses.) SCP-5638-A: I didn't mean- I meant THEY deserve- Dr. Howell: -It appears you hold a large amount of spite towards your fellow subjects. SCP-5638-A: It appears so. Dr. Howell: Well, you will obviously face repercussions for your actions, 5638-A. We cannot keep having these issues. SCP-5638-A: Oh please, I've heard that before. You're acting like an arrogant know-it-all. Stop acting like you don't agree with me. You haven't been with them for as long as I have. Sooner or later you'll realize that they're better off dead. Dr. Howell: That isn't our goal here. We just want to protect you, and learn more about your behavior. Maybe we can even help you. SCP-5638-A: Help us? Why? Do you even know what they did? Dr. Howell: What they did…? I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? SCP-5638-A: … Dr. Howell: 5638-A? SCP-5638-A: Fuck you, I don't wanna talk anymore. Dr. Howell: You don't have a say in the matter, 5638-A. (SCP-5638-A folds its pincers and looks away from Dr. Howell.) Dr. Howell: Okay, fine. I don't think we will be getting anywhere else, so may I ask one more question? (SCP-5638-A shrugs.) Dr. Howell: Despite your apparent hatred of each other, there seems to be one specific behavior that you and your fellow subjects have in common. SCP-5638-A: And what would that be? Dr. Howell: Tell me, 5638-A. Why do you like looking at the stars? SCP-5638-A: That's a bit of a loaded question. The best way to describe it is… the stars remind me of myself. Dr. Howell: Remind you of yourself? In what way? SCP-5638-A: It's like a reflection. Dr. Howell: I'm afraid I still don't understand. SCP-5638-A: The stars are me. Someone like you wouldn't understand. Dr. Howell: Well, I appreciate the attempt. Thank you for your time 5638-A. SCP-5638-A: I don't like you. <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to the acts performed by SCP-5638-A, the subject was transferred from Site-17 to Site-19. Current containment procedures were updated to prevent any more incidents involving SCP-5638-A. 10 minutes after subject was contained, it was recorded muttering the following words, "He sounded just like my boss." Addendum-5638-B: Following the events of Incident Report-5638, a proper behavioral analysis was proposed in order to better understand SCP-5638-A. Two SCP-5638-A instances were isolated in a locked containment chamber for approximately 20 minutes with limb restraints. The conversation between each instance (henceforth designated as Subject A and Subject B respectively), was recorded. + Experiment Log-5638 - Experiment Log-5638 <Begin Log> For the first ten minutes of the experiment, neither Subject A nor B spoke. Subject B appeared to be distraught in Subject A's presence, and was focused on attempting to free itself from its restraints. Subject A sat in silence for a majority of that time before speaking. Subject A: Could you stop doing that, please? You're not getting out anytime soon and its starting to get annoying. Subject B: Of course YOU want me to stop, wouldn't you? The minute I put my guard down you'll probably just chop my head off or eat my remains or something! Subject A: You have no idea what you're talking about. Why on earth would I want to do that? Subject B: I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm the only sane one around here. Subject A: I'm not insane. I'm perfectly capable of rational thought. Subject B: Those are the exact words one would expect from someone NOT capable of rational thought! Subject A: And those are the exact words of an idiot. Subject B: This is unbelievable! They told me you were all dead! Subject A: I'm… sorry to disappoint? Subject B: It doesn't matter, I'll be out of here real soon and then you'll be sorry you ever met me! Subject A: You know, it seems like you want to kill me more than I want to kill you. Why? Why are you so set on me being some kind of enemy? Subject B: You know just as well as I do. You can feign your innocence on the men in those coats, but not on me. Subject A: I didn't ask to be locked up like I'm some prisoner. However, if we weren't, we'd have killed each other by now. And people like you are the reason why. Subject B: Don't blame me! You all deserve to die, I just know it. Subject A: Why, though? Why do you think that? Subject B: Why don't you take a guess? You were there! We all were there, and don't give me 'we're the same' bullshit. Your reasons were probably WAY worse than mine. Subject A: Are you talking about the riot? I stand by the notion that I was defending myself. One guy was coming at me with a disembodied limb- Subject B: You know I’m not talking about the riot. (Subject A sinks in its chair.) Subject A: …I know what you’re talking about. But different reasons don't matter. It was the same outcome. We chose this. Subject B: Tell me your reason, then! Why did you bring them down there? Why did you give them to the others? Subject A: I don't really know why. Maybe I was jealous? Subject B: I'm not here to be your therapist. Tell me who it was. Subject A: It was an old friend. We were on a boating trip together. Then we found the island. I gave him to you all, and then you tore him apart. Subject B: That's right, you gave him to us. You lead him to his death, just say it. Subject A: I didn't mean to. When I found that place, I didn't know what to expect. It just appeared, after all. Subject B: But then what? Subject A: You know what happens next. Subject B: I want you to tell me. Subject A: Fine. Then, something offered me a choice. Subject B: And of course you chose to kill your best friend. I knew it, you're sick. Subject A: The stars- I was told I would be fine! It told me that I would be guilt free! And what about you? Who did you choose to drag down? Subject B: I didn't choose anything, I'm not like you freaks. My mind was probably corrupted and those thoughts were planted into my head. Subject A: Do you really believe that? I guess your soul wasn't the only one that drowned. Your mind must've been dragged with it. Subject B: What do you mean by 'souls'? Subject A: Is that not what they were? Subject B: I didn't know others had been down there. (Subject A emits a low, groaning noise. It attempts to fold its pincers together and places them on its lap.) Subject A: We have all been there, down in the trench. I saw the shining bodies gently floating, and they looked exactly like what I had pictured souls to look like. They were all flailing their arms trying to reach for safety. Instead, they grabbed each other. And they went further and further down. Subject B: I know what it looked like. It was so… Subject A: Comforting. Subject B: Horrifying! Subject A: This is what we've chosen. I've come to terms with that. (Subject A gently taps it's pincer on the table.) Subject B: This is all wrong, so so wrong. Subject A: There's nothing that can be done. Subject B: I felt so pathetic… I still do. A piece of me is stuck down there, I need to make things right. I need to go back! Subject A: At this, at least, we are in an agreement. (Subject B shifts uncomfortably in its seat.) Subject B: Same cause, different reasons. You want to go back to continue the senseless murder, don't you? I was right, you are a freak. Subject A: I'm not a freak, I'm human. Subject B: Shut up! You aren't a human, you never were. I swear, I'm going to get out of here, and I'll fix this. I'm going to leave it all behind. Then once I'm better, Ill come back and put all of your asses out of your misery! Subject A: Alright, I'm done with this. You truly are ignorant to the reality of the situation. You can't 'get better'. This is who you are now, no point in trying to gasp for air. Subject B: Then, I'll get a massive gun or something, and go back to that damned island. This place has got to have big guns, right? I'm going to go back to the island and get my soul back. Maybe Ill get some closure along with it. Subject A: Closure? You're kidding, right? You don't need closure, and you don't need your watered down soul either. Just stop talking, you sound like a moron. Subject B: I'll find the place we saw and I'll see what's down there. Something is dragging us down there. Whatever it is, it's not letting go. Subject A: You're not even listening to me. I'm serious, stop talking- Subject B: But I'll make it let go, I'll put a bullet through its- (Subject B was interrupted as Subject A tore itself free from its restraints and began to tear Subject B apart. After it did so, it said aloud: "Why do the stars need to let go?") <End Log> Closing Statement: Security personnel apprehended Subject A and was properly restrained, however Subject B could not be resuscitated. Subject A was sent back into its containment cell. + Discovery Log-5638 - Discovery Log-5638 underwater trench located within SCP-5638-B Discovery Log: SCP-5638-B was first discovered during an investigation looking for people who, at the time, were considered lost at sea. Over a span of 4 years, approximately 152 people were reported lost at sea and had not been found. Due to all the reports originating within the same area, The Department of External Affairs proposed an authorized search. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was sent for retrieval of all missing persons. After 2 years of searching, SCP-5638-B was discovered as of 5/16/2015. The crew responsible for discovering SCP-5638-B claimed to have seen it from 120 km away, which contradicted the 50 km invisibility perimeter. As per Dr. Sebastian's request, who was a researcher aboard the vessel, it will be stated that there was very low morale on the ship at the time. Upon entering the island, no MTF units reported to have seen any anomalous activity. At 20 km inward of the island, the first of 64 human corpses were discovered. The remaining 63 corpses were littered at random points in SCP-5638-B, but increased in frequency further inward. Dental reports show that the remains of the corpses found match many of the missing people initially reported missing. 34 km Northwest from deployment zone is a large, underwater trench. The trench was reported to be 'foot shaped' and is approximately 150 km long and 57 km wide. Due to the high turbidity of the water, it was proven impossible to visualize the bottom of the trench. Attempts at using underwater cameras to see below the surface have been unsuccessful. The first instances of SCP-5638-A were found shortly after the trench was discovered. The SCP-5638-A instances climbed out of the water and attempted to physically assault specific MTF members. The members that were attacked had all originated from the search vessel that had first discovered SCP-5638-B. The crew was forced to open fire upon the entities, which subdued them. 50 meters away from the trench was a worn down Panasonic AG-DVX100P Camcorder. The camcorder is presumed to have belonged to PoI-5638-33, aka 25-year-old Silas Andreas. PoI-5638-33 was reported to be one of the 152 missing people. Upon reviewing the footage retained in the camcorder, two videos were discovered. The first video (VR-5638A) had been recorded one week before PoI-5638-33 and PoI-5638-34's disappearance and is 7 minutes long. The second video (VR-5638B) had been recorded two days after their reported disappearance, and is 54 seconds long. PoI-5638-34 was 25 year old Adam Tolis, whom had also been reported missing. VR-5638A <VR-5638A starts with a young man, presumed to be PoI-5638-34 Adam Tolis, sitting on a rock. He is wearing with what appeared to be a grey t-shirt and red swim trunks. A voice can be heard from behind the camera addressing him. The voice was confirmed to belong to PoI-5638-33. In the background, a small boat can be seen anchored a few meters offshore.> Silas: Hang on- I almost got this thing set up. (The camera shakes as the video zooms in on Adam) Silas: There! I got it to zoom. Now I can see your bored expression! Adam: Damn, do I really look bored? I thought my acting skills were getting better. Silas: Come on, it's just one photo. I want to put this on my fridge so I can cherish this moment forever. Adam: Very funny, and I'm sure after this we're going to go play some catch and have some good father and son bonding time. (Silas puts the camera down and sits next to Adam) Silas: I've got to practice, y'know? Adam: Yeah, I know. You never shut up about this kid. I bet you're real excited for all of the diapers, crying, and mashed up food. It sounds like a dream. Silas: Well, it's not just that. At first, sure, I was terrified of the responsibility. But now, the idea of having a kid… someone entirely new, created by me. I can't wait to watch him grow up. I can already see him reaching higher than the stars. Adam: Yup, bet he'll be the next Socrates. Silas: Well, I don't know about that- you're being sarcastic, aren't you? Adam: If I was, I wouldn't admit it. Silas: Fair enough. It's been a while since I've actually been on a beach. I'm glad we stopped here. Adam: It's been way too long since you've gone anywhere outside of the city. Silas: Mhm. Hey Adam, do you remember that one summer we found that small beach in our hiking trail? It was hidden a couple meters behind that really big rock that you'd always try to climb. Adam: Yeah, I remember. We only went there once or twice after realizing it belonged to that guy who put fences up everywhere. How old were we, 12? Silas: Those were much simpler times, huh? Wish we would go back sometime. Adam: We can't go back there. Even if you want to, you've got to move on. Silas: Aw, come on. Maybe that guy with the fence will let us hang out over there, just for an hour. Adam: Oh, I thought you meant- never mind. Silas: I could bring my old gardening shovel and you could bring that paint bucket you used as a pail. Adam: Almost forgot about that thing, I probably threw it out. Silas: I hope not, that bucket's been through a lot. Adam: Like when we pretended it was a spaceship when you wanted to make a sci fi movie. Silas: I was ahead of my time. Adam: And don't forget that time we used it to collect the hermit crabs on the beach and keep them as pets. Silas: Oh yeah! That was a terrible idea. Adam: They lasted probably only a day. Silas: Now that I remember it, that was a little fucked up. In hindsight, we probably should've realized that crabs cant just sit in an old bucket with no actual nutrients. Adam: It wasn't because of the food. The crabs tore each other apart by the time we checked the next morning. Silas: Wait, really? That's horrific. I don't remember that. Adam: Apparently crabs do that all the time. Its this weird thing with them- but yeah, I don't want to remember it either. Silas: Lets try to forget it then. Anyways, aren't you going to ask me what we're going to name him? Adam: What do you mean? Silas: Ask me what I named my son! Adam: I assumed you hadn't decided yet. Silas: Come on, ask me! Adam: Sighs What're you going to name him? Silas: Adam! Adam: What do you want? Silas: No, that's his name dumbass. Adam: You're naming your kid… Adam? Why? Silas: Not the reaction I was expecting. I asked Lida and she said she liked it. You've been my best friend since forever, I want my son to be my best friend too. Adam: I didn't ask you to name him after me. Silas: I didn't expect you to. Are you okay, Adam? You've been acting strange this whole trip. Adam: Listen man, I'm fine. Coming to this island was a mistake. I think we should get going. Silas: What? Did I say something wrong? Adam: No, its not that. Silas: Then what is it? I'm enjoying your company here, Adam. Why do I get the feeling that you don't feel the same way? Adam: It's nothing. Really, it isn't. Silas: It's not nothing, Adam. Why can't you tell me what it is? Adam: Can you just stop? Silas: Stop what? Adam: Just stop it, Silas. Stop pretending to care. Silas: What are you talking about? I'm not pretending anything! Adam: Seriously? After such a long time, you still won't admit it? Silas: What's your problem, Adam? Adam: You want to know my problem? How about your probloem? Ever since we left college, you've been ghosting me. All you know how to do is take and leave. Silas: What are you talking about? I've just been busy! With things like work and the pregnancy, I had a lot going on. Adam: Stop throwing excuses in my face! Silas: Excuses? They're reasons! (Silas and Adam both stand and begin arguing.) Adam: I don't care about your reasons! You still ditched me! Silas: I didn't ditch you. I'm sorry I don't have as much free time as you. I'd at least think you'd be happy for me. Adam: Of course I'm happy for you! But its hard to stay happy for you when you don't even answer my calls! What if I died or something? Silas: I don't understand what's wrong with you. You're my best friend, but I can't just drop things for you! Adam: Drop everything? I'm not even a priority, am I? Probably just some person on the side who you can humor on occasion. Silas: Are we not hanging out right now? I've been stressed out of my mind, but I was looking forward to this! I can't believe you right now. Adam: I'm just so sick of you walking all over me! Silas: Listen to yourself, Adam! That's not fair of you to say. Adam: Don't talk to me about what's fair. You're the one with the nice job and the loving family. Meanwhile I get nothing. Silas: Oh, get it now. Adam: You finally understand? Silas: Yeah, I do. You're not angry with me, Adam, you're jealous of me! Adam: I'm- what? How big of an ego do you have? Silas: Just admit it! You've been awful this whole trip because you can't stop sitting in your own self pity. Adam: You know what? I need to go cool off. (Adam proceeds to walk out of view. Silas sighs and puts his hands over his face. He then murmurs to himself.) Silas: I don't get it. You were the one who wanted to stop at this stupid island and take a picture in the first place. (Silas walks over and picks up the camera.) Silas: Shit, I was recording, wasn't I? I'll delete it later. Come on Adam, wait! <VR-5638A ends.> VR-5638B VR-5638B begins with video static for 00:12 seconds. At 00:13 seconds, the video feed gains visual clarity. Due to the audio, it was determined that the recording had been taken underwater. At 00:15 seconds, small white lights can be seen flickering in the further depths of the water. The flickering lights begin to increase in size as the camcorder sinks deeper into the water. More white lights begin to manifest as a large, black silhouette emerges into view from an unknown depth. At 00:20 seconds, two abnormally large pincers briefly appear in the center of the screen. At 00:25 seconds, a voice begins speaking from behind the recording. The voice is feminine in tone, and says: Does it feel good to think yourself as above the stars? Is it satisfying to cover your soul with a shell of self pity? A bubbling trench of pettiness lies in the depths of all our hearts. Karkinos tried to kill Herakles, but was crushed under his foot. Now you will be crushed with it. Crushed under your own self righteousness. Do you see it? Do you see Karkinos within the stars? It sees you. Or rather, it sees the bucket. <VR-5638B ends.> The camcorder was discovered by MTF personnel and is currently in a storage locker located at Site-17. 12 meters from the video recorder, the decomposed remains of PoI-5638-33 was identified. Autopsy reports show that PoI-5638-33 had been chopped apart with precise incisions. PoI-5638-34 was never found. All living SCP-5638-A instances were then collected and transported to Site-17. Currently, every SCP-5638-A instance has claimed to have no memory of possessing the camcorder, or even seeing it. The meaning of VR-5638B is currently unknown. The name mentioned, Karkinos, appears in Greek mythology. The name belonged to a crab that tried to kill Herakles in the story The Twelve Labors. The crab was killed by Heracles, and then turned into the constellation Cancer. Footnotes 1. More widely known as the toothed rock crab. 2. Some vessels have reported to have seen SCP-5638-B outside of this perimeter. See Discovery Log for more details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5638" by Penguini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5638. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5639 | safe | 1/5639 LEVEL 1/5639 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5639 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5639 is to be given historic landmark status, but remain closed to the public under the pretense of compromised structural integrity. Non-Foundation researchers requesting access to SCP-5639 are to be turned away using cover story Kappa-14 ("Holy Hell"). No living creature is to be allowed entry to SCP-5639, though exploration through the use of wireless relay and disposable drones is possible. Researchers wishing to explore the interior of SCP-5639 must provide a disposable drone with vocalization capabilities for Miranda.aic to pilot and a signature of approval from their Site Director. Description: SCP-5639 is a compound of abandoned buildings surrounded by a seven-meter-high wall located on the outskirts of Rome, Italy. The buildings within SCP-5639 have the appearance of a monastery, but there are no markers to indicate if SCP-5639 is a true monastery. Vatican archives have no record of a monastic establishment at SCP-5639's location. SCP-5639-δ is a virus that saturates SCP-5639. SCP-5639-δ infection has a 100% fatality rate in Kingdom Animalia members, and entry into SCP-5639 guarantees saturation and/or infection. Infection is contingent upon inhalation of the virus. However, SCP-5639-δ has an anomalous ability to permeate any membrane brought into SCP-5639, regardless of material thickness or chemical makeup. As such, hazmat suits and other protective measures have proven unreliable as protection against SCP-5639-δ. Symptoms of SCP-5639-δ infection are uniform. Subjects that inhale SCP-5639-δ are immediately subject to haemoptysis. The infected subject will cough up blood continuously before succumbing to exsanguination. For humans, this process takes approximately 30 minutes. Animal death times vary based on size and lung capacity. Additionally, anything infected or saturated with SCP-5639-δ is prevented from exiting SCP-5639 due to what witnesses have described as "an invisible wall." SCP-5639-1 is a red-cloaked entity that inhabits SCP-5639, and the apparent source of SCP-5639-δ. Miranda.aic has reported an increase in SCP-5639-δ density wherever SCP-5639-1 is present, and new SCP-5639-δ particles manifest in its presence. SCP-5639-1 has an anomalous ability to de-materialize, but is unable to leave SCP-5639. Miranda.aic has attempted interviews and excavations to determine the origin of SCP-5639-δ and SCP-5639-1, with varying degrees of success. SCP-5639-2 is a leather-bound journal entitled The Gospel According to Sebastian, penned in Italian. SCP-5639-2 claims to be the autobiography of the historical St. Sebastian, transcribed at the request of his wife. It was discovered following an interview of SCP-5639-1 by Miranda.aic. The veracity of SCP-5639-2 is contested, but the existence of SCP-5639-1 suggests that at least some of SCP-5639-2's claims are true. See Addendum 2 for contents. Addendum 1: Miranda.aic has attempted to interview SCP-5639-1 on multiple occasions, with only two successful attempts. See transcript for the first. Interviewed: SCP-5639-1 Interviewer: Miranda.aic Foreword: This interview took place in the apparent chapel of SCP-5639. Although SCP-5639-1 had largely avoided Miranda.aic, it confronted her upon entry to the chapel. SCP-5639-1 spoke predominantly in Italian or Latin, but some words in its vocabulary were determined to be a portmanteau that left some ambiguity in interpretation. See footnotes for untranslated terms. <Begin Log> SCP-5639-1: You do not [belong/live]1 here. This is a [cursed/holy] [prison/chapel]2. Miranda.aic: Please state your name so that I may properly identify you. SCP-5639-1: You are not [sick/alive]3. How is this so? Miranda.aic: I am an artificial intelligence and therefore not susceptible to biological diseases. The question of life is deeply philosophical in nature and above my clearance level. I repeat, please state your name so that I may properly identify you. SCP-5639-1: You must leave, or die. Miranda.aic: I have backed up my data to a cloud. I am not in danger. I can see that you are forming new bacteria particles. Do you control the disease that permeates this complex? SCP-5639-1: I am the disease. I control him. You can leave? Miranda.aic: I can leave, yes. Why are you unable to leave? SCP-5639-1: (visibly agitated, minor static in video feed) Trapped! [Cursed/blessed]4 was the day! Is… (clamps right hand over mouth, but left hand pulls it away) Isotta! Is she aaaaaaaaaaaaaa (SCP-5639-1 shakes violently. Miranda.aic perceives a spike in Akiva levels. SCP-5639-1 points its left finger at the altar of the chapel.) Un… (SCP-5639-1 de-materializes). <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, SCP-5639-1 did not physically manifest for seven hours. Miranda.aic examined underneath the altar where SCP-5639-1 was pointing, and uncovered what was designated SCP-5639-2. See Addendum 2. Addendum 2: Although unable to remove SCP-5639-2 from SCP-5639, Miranda.aic was able to send translations to Foundation personnel. Relevant excerpts are attached. Sebastian 1:1-17, On Sebastian's Survival Collapse 1The gospel according to Sebastian, whom the savior protected from death twice. 2First, they shot him with arrows, but the savior did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. 3Filled with fire, he confronted the Emperor Diocletian, preaching in the name of Jesus Christ. 4And Diocletian, filled with rage, had him beaten with cudgels until there were no signs of life left in him, and they dumped his body in the sewer. 5But the savior still did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. And so, he awoke. 6Sebastian was a noble man, and beloved follower of Christ. 7But the Roman arrows and cudgels had pierced his heart with doubt, and so he said, 8"Even my savior did not suffer three executions. Christ asks a surrendered life; I have given mine twice. Surely that is enough." 9And so he appeared before Lucina, telling her he had died and where to find his body. 10But it was not his body, and so Sebastian knowingly sinned. 11And, like Jonah, the savior found a fit punishment for him. 12He fled to Sardinia, pursuing quiet and peace. He lived a meager life, worshiping his savior and praying forgiveness for his cowardice. 13But the savior did not find fit to bring him unto heaven. Years passed, and he did not age. 14Sickness came to Sardinia and he did not fall ill. For one hundred years, he lived on the island. 15And they persecuted him, not in the name of his savior, but for his demonic youth and health. They pummeled him, but he healed. Finally, Sebastian said, 16"It has been decades since Constantine permitted the following of my savior in the empire of Rome. Babies born at the time of my recorded death are wizened. 17The remains believed to be mine had been given their own holy basilica. It is safe to return to Rome." Sebastian 6:8-12, On the Call to Healing Collapse 8And a plague came from Constantinople. 9Sebastian looked upon the wounds of the afflicted, and saw himself in them, for their sores looked like arrow wounds. 10And the savior whispered unto Sebastian, 11"For this purpose I have preserved you. Be my hands and feet to the sick. 12You will not fall ill." Sebastian 13:1-17, On the Esoteric Order of St. Sebastian Collapse 1The Black Death ravaged Rome, and Sebastian found himself helpless. 2The cries of the sick invaded his nightmares. There were too many patients, and the savior had not found fit to bless Sebastian with miraculous healing abilities like his own. 3Sebastian stood at the deathbed of wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, and children, and consoled the grieving. 4The wounds of the afflicted mocked him, saying 5"Why Sebastian and no one else?" 6And in their desperation, the people turned to paganism. 7Those who Sebastian could not treat prayed to Morbus, the Red-Cloaked One, for healing. 8Hoping to glean some medical practice from their rituals, Sebastian attended one. The atrocities witnessed in the ritual would haunt his nightmares for decades to come. 9And yet, Sebastian prayed forgiveness for the participants, that the savior might absolve them of abominations committed in desperation. 10The people cried out to St. Sebastian, protector against plagues, for salvation. 11Sebastian heard their cry and interceded for them, 12but he could not walk the halls of heaven and ask the savior for healing in person as they desired. 13Then Christ whispered once more unto Sebastian, 14"Go into the city and find the men I have sent for you." 15So Sebastian did as He commanded, and found six healers awaiting him. 16They were men of faith, all, and so Sebastian was inspired by the savior to form an order. 17And thus, the Esoteric Order of St. Sebastian was created, 18and the Red-Cloaked One was starved of his worship. Sebastian 21:10-17, 24-26; 24:5-8, On Sebastian's Family Collapse 10Now, Sebastian had forsaken the embrace of women since his youth. It did not seem fitting for one such as he to take a wife, 11and the savior had warned him against adultery. 12In time, though, he came to love a woman. 13Isotta Borroni had come from the north, from Venice, seeking aid for her dying brother. 14The Esoteric Order took her in, and it was decided that Sebastian would treat the man. 15And as he worked to heal her brother, the savior blessed him with feelings he had not known. 16When he beheld Isotta, he understood. 17And so he proposed marriage to her, saying [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] 24And Isotta accepted his proposal, and the marriage day was set. And on the 5th of August, the year of our Lord 1874, Sebastian became Sebastian Borroni, husband of Isotta Borroni. 25For a wedding gift, he presented her with this gospel, 26with the promise to add more pages as their lives went on. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] 5After six years of marriage, the savior blessed them with a son, who they named Dante. 6And the boy became sick after birth, to his father's relief, 7for he did not wish to pass on his Christ-given longevity. 8The boy recovered, with his father's healing, and all was well. Sebastian 30:1-38, On Morbus Collapse 1It was at this time Sebastian realized he had been a fool. He had heard of a German proposing that sickness was transmitted through tiny organisms that clung to clothes, but thought nothing of it. 2Dante Borroni died of consumption on the 2nd of December, the year of our Lord 1889. 3His parents cried out in grief to their savior for healing, 4but He did not answer. 5The consumption which took Dante was a virulent strain. Sebastian had taken a patient with similar symptoms before the boy became sick. 6The patient had died via exsanguination. In the patient's death throes, Sebastian sensed something directly at work against his savior. 7Dante was not the last to suffer the strain. 8Every day, Sebastian took more and more patients with the same symptoms. He could not cure a single one. 9The savior did not answer his prayers. 10And so, for the first time in a millennium, Sebastian sought out the old cults again. 11After months of searching, he found an acolyte of the Red-Cloaked One. And he said unto the acolyte, 12"Why does a new form of consumption ravage the city?" 13And the acolyte responded, "Our lord has grown tired of his formlessness. He seeks a human body, 14so that he might walk among mortals again. 15But no corpse is fit to contain him, 16all who have tried have died." 17And Sebastian did not hear the whisper of the savior, 18but he knew in his heart what he must do. So he gathered his Order and his wife unto him, saying 19"My savior was sent as a lamb to free us from the disease of the soul. I have been sent as a lamb to free us from the disease of the body. 20The demon Morbus demands a body, and intends to kill the whole of Rome to obtain it. 21I cannot let that happen. I will offer my own body to the scoundrel." 22The Order and his wife disagreed with him, saying, 23"Surely you cannot give this abomination a way to walk among the living. Who knows how many souls he will take then?" 24And Sebastian calmed them, saying "I do not intend to let this Morbus run free. 25My brothers, our savior is the lord and master of all lesser spirits. 26What our God has bound, no power can unbind. You must bless the walls of the monastery, 27praying that He will not let the monster escape." 28And the brothers were at peace. 29Then Sebastian said unto his wife, 30"My darling, I hope that you will find our son in heaven. 31I pray that once the demon has entered my body, my soul will be freed to join you. But I cannot say for sure. 32As always, I trust my savior for mercy. 33May you live long and prosper." 34And his wife was at peace. 35So the brothers blessed the walls of their monastery, leaving the gates open for the entity to enter. 36That morning, Sebastian entered, gospel in hand, prepared to pen his last thoughts for his beloved Isotta. 37The acolyte of Morbus entered the trap, and agreed to deliver the journal as a last request. 38And the acolyte performed the ritual, [END OF SCP-5639-2] Addendum 3: Following the translation of SCP-5639-2, Foundation researchers tracked public records on Sebastian, Isotta, and Dante Borroni. All dates recorded in SCP-5639-2 are consistent with public records. However, Sebastian Borroni is recorded as having died in 1890 CE of consumption. After assembling a file on the Borroni family, Miranda.aic attempted contact with SCP-5639-1 again, resulting in the second successful interview. Interviewed: SCP-5639-1 Interviewer: Miranda.aic Foreword: Miranda.aic located SCP-5639-1 in the apparent chapel of SCP-5639 and confronted it. SCP-5639-1's speech was more cohesive during this interview, with an inclination towards the usage of Italian. <Begin Log> Miranda.aic: Your gospel indicates that you are Sebastian Borroni, or Morbus. SCP-5639-1: … Miranda.aic: Which are you? SCP-5639-1: … Miranda.aic: There was indication that Sebastian Borroni intended to bind Morbus to his body, but there was uncertainty regarding what would happen to his personality afterwards. SCP-5639-1: … Miranda.aic: Why did the book remain in this complex? It was clearly meant to be brought out. SCP-5639-1: Unimportant. Did you… (SCP-5639-1 appears to struggle with itself briefly) find her? Miranda.aic: If you are referring to Isotta Borroni, yes, we did find her. (Miranda.aic notes a spike in Akiva levels.) She gave birth to her late husband's daughter Proserpina in 1890. Proserpina went on to have children, and there are descendants of Sebastian and Isotta alive today. SCP-5639-1: Descendants? How long? Miranda.aic: I have not been given clearance to reveal the current year to you. However, I am able to reveal that Isotta died in 1920 at the age of 76, succumbing to consumption. SCP-5639-1: Consumption? (SCP-5639-1 begins to laugh and cry simultaneously. It reaches out and grabs hold of the drone Miranda.aic is controlling.) Miranda.aic: What are you… SCP-5639-1: She is gone. No more talk. (SCP-5639-1 smashes Miranda.aic's drone.) <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, SCP-5639-1's time spent in a de-materialized state increased. Any attempts by Miranda.aic to communicate with SCP-5639-1 were met with hostility. At this time, no further interviews are permitted. 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SCP-5640 | euclid | a thalassophile That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 3/5640 LEVEL 3/5640 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5640 euclid Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5640's limited range, there is no restriction on the movement of aquatic animals in the area. To avoid a Dagon-Class1 Conflict Scenario, SCP-5640 is observed continuously by researchers equipped with ATCA to identify and, if needed, counteract the growth of a Barrow Type I-minus civilization2. SCP-5640 as seen from the air. Description: SCP-5640 is a partially-submerged triangular coral reef in the Pacific Ocean. SCP-5640 emits small amounts of thaumaturgical radiation through unknown means. As a result, many of its inhabitants display conditional sapience within 400 meters of its structure. The various resident species of SCP-5640 have been seen cooperating in ways indicative of societal relationships. Further analysis has not yet been possible; Foundation researchers are capable of communicating with said species using the recently-developed Aquatic Telepathic Communication Apparatus, but all species contacted thus far have been distrustful to the point of fleeing. Efforts to improve relations are ongoing. Addendum: Several inhabitants of SCP-5640 have become enamored with Junior Researcher Timothy Kari following a recent observational period. Video and ATCA transcription is being processed now. Addendum: The following is the relevant component of the video and ATCA transcript of JR Kari's observation. Observational Log Transcript [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Junior Researcher Kari descends to the sea floor approximately 10 meters from the edge of SCP-5640. Kari: I'm starting my watch now. It's about 11:30 AM. Inhabitants of SCP-5640 are vacating my immediate vicinity. As usual. A few minutes pass. Kari remains as motionless as possible. Kari: It is now noon. Nothing has changed. Really looking forward to the next two hours thirty. More time passes. Kari blows a bubble ring to entertain himself. A juvenile parrotfish approaches. Parrotfish: Upbeast. Kari: What? Hello! What? Parrotfish: You, upbeast. What're you doing? Kari: Oh, I was exhaling! See, I breathe air, since I don't have gills— Parrotfish: Yeah, yeah, we know how upwater works. I was talking about that thing you just did. Kari: Wait, you mean this? Kari blows another bubble ring. The parrotfish swims in a circle. Parrotfish: Holy shit. Eugene!3 Eugene, get over here! A small red crab approaches slowly. Crab: Ethel, that's an upbeast. You know that, right? You're way too close. Back up. Parrotfish: Yeah, I know, but it's doing this…well, just watch! Upbeast, again! Kari blows another bubble ring. The crab stops moving. Crab: Holy fuck. Parrotfish: Right? Crab: This is huge. We've got to tell someone. Parrotfish: I mean, I told you, so my job's done. Kari: Wait, tell who? Crab: Shut up, upbeast. A few moments of silence. Neither animal moves. Crab: Okay, I've got it. Let's take it to the Vizier. She'll know what to do. Parrotfish: Hey, if you want to wake her up, be my guest. The two animals turn and move towards SCP-5640. Kari follows. Once they reach the edge of SCP-5640, the crab taps its claw against a gap in the coral. Crab: Vizier! We have something amazing! A zebra moray emerges from the crevice, its jaws opening and closing. Vizier: And why, pray tell, have you disturbed my slumber? And with an upbeast, no less? Crab: It does this thing, Vizier, and I— Vizier: Do not interrupt me. This creature's cohorts have abducted countless of our citizens. Their upvessels are omnipresent shadows over our fair habitat. There is no possible recourse for those who accept them other than the dry maw of oblivion. Kari blows a bubble ring. The Vizier stops talking. Vizier: … oh my. Parrotfish: Right? Vizier: That is…well. This is quite a different story, now, isn't it? Crab: We're really sorry for waking you, Vizier, but it seemed important. Vizier: You have no benthic idea, my delicious little denizen. We must take it directly to the Lord. Parrotfish: Whoa, wait, 'we'? There's no way we're allowed— Vizier: This is a unique circumstance. Come. The eel exits its crevice and heads towards the center of SCP-5640. Kari and the other animals follow. The Vizier stops in front of an outcropping of rock and presses its body to the sand. The parrotfish and crab do the same. Vizier: My Lord. We have brought you a gift. Tentacles unfurl from the darkness under the rock. The eyes of a giant Pacific octopus are barely visible. The Lord: WHAT IS IT?4 The Vizier flicks its tail frantically at Kari. Kari blows another bubble ring. There is silence for a moment. The Lord: HOLY SHIT. Parrotfish: Right? Crab: Right?! The Vizier dashes forward and clamps its jaws down on the crab. The crab squeals in pain as the eel's teeth crush its shell. Vizier: See, my lord? The Lord: THAT'S TIGHT AS FUCK. The parrotfish swims in a small circle against the sand. The crab has stopped screaming as the Vizier eats. The Lord: YOU. UPBEAST. WHAT DO THEY CALL YOU? Kari: Uh, Tim. Timothy, sir, Timothy Kari. Kari attempts to bow. When that doesn't work, he instead blows another bubble ring. The Lord: THAT IS NOT A NAME. FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL BE DUKE ETHEL, WIELDER OF THE UPWATER CIRCLET. Kari: Sure! Yeah, that works. The Lord: YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF A TRUE FRIEND OF THE BENTHIC PEOPLE. Kari: I appreciate that, really. But I'm actually running low on, uh, upwater, so if you don't mind… The Lord: OF COURSE. ANY MEMBER OF MY COURT MAY COME AND GO AS THEY PLEASE. Kari: Oh, cool! I'll be back later. If that works for you, I mean. The Lord withdraws its tentacles back under the outcropping. Since the Vizier is still eating, Kari then turns and leaves the way he came. The Lord: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RAD. [END TRANSCRIPT] Footnotes 1. Denotes an aggressive aquatic military presence. 2. According to the Barrow extension to the Kardashev Scale, Type I-minus civilizations are capable of mechanical engineering to some degree. 3. Inhabitants of SCP-5640 answer solely to the names Eugene and Ethel. The names are used independently of sex. 4. Bolded text in ATCA transcripts indicates telepathic communication with intensity exceeding an 8 on the Adjusted Hallorann Scale. More From This Author More From This Author Sonderance's Works SCPs SCP-5625 • SCP-5785 • SCP-8880 • SCP-6531 • SCP-6012 • SCP-7770 • SCP-7302 • SCP-4653 • Tales/GoI Formats Sudoku Puzzles and a Lit Cigarette • Other Sonderance • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5640" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5640. Licensed under CC-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-5641 | safe | Artwork of SCP-5641. Several inconsistencies have been included in the drawing to prevent any accidental discovery. Item #: SCP-5641 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5641’s specific location has been forgotten. Its structure has been concealed behind a protective dome stylized like a house of the area. Three copies have been built alongside the dome, each guarded by a stationary patrol. The specific location is safeguarded through its semantic decomposition into three parts, each part known to the following people: The current Director of Site-36 The current General Secretary of GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”) An undisclosed third party Interaction with SCP-5641 and any of its parts has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-5641 is a stupa1 located somewhere within India, dated to the 6th century BCE2. The stupa presents an infohazard involving the knowledge of the stupa’s location, with anyone knowing it suffering at least one of the following symptoms3: Hearing chants in Pali4 that pray to Ardhanarishvara5. The chants are believed to grow in intensity the longer one stays away from SCP-5641. Dreaming of seven humanoid figures, believed to represent the Saptarishi6. A constant taste and smell of blood, diminishing all other flavors and smells sensed by the subject. High salivary calcium levels. A constricting feeling in one's chest, described as 'feeling like they've been chained up.' Hearing a set of steps neither close nor far from one’s position. Subjects believe they ‘don’t follow after you, but are accompanying you.’ The sensation of wind and fingers running through one’s hair. Feelings of restlessness and dysphoria, either accompanied or caused by an extreme urge to visit and stay within SCP-5641, under the belief that the subject’s ‘not where they should be.’ These symptoms will vanish once the memory of the location of SCP-5641 is removed from the subject, with amnestics being effective against these 100% of the time. If these symptoms are allowed to continue without amnestic usage, the person will walk into, be led into, or be teleported into SCP-5641, with their retrieval becoming impossible, impractical or detrimental. Both means and reasoning behind this have been purposefully forgotten. The interior of the stupa contains several elements that cause similar symptoms to the ones mentioned earlier, and are triggered by a similar cognitohazard. Due to this, only the most basic descriptors have been allowed to remain: A reliquary positioned in the middle of the stupa Its contents A number of monks The path they circumambulate The hymns and prayers they sing The ritual they perform The reason behind it Discovery: Knowledge of the ruins and its effects were forwarded to the Foundation by agents of GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”)7 in 1961 after its effects were realized, with at least 2 of its members entering SCP-5641. Foundation attempted more than one containment procedure, with the protective dome and its copies having been built by 1977. It is known that amnestic usage was attempted since 1963, but wasn’t effective until the mid 90s, when parachemical developments allowed for amnestic drugs to be able to fully eliminate memories of SCP-5641. No more information was obtained about the anomaly until 1987 when an unrelated research team inside the Wanderers’ Library discovered the remains of a journal by an unknown explorer who visited SCP-5641 at some point during the Anglo-Maratha War period (1775-1819). Due to the nature of its content, the document has been sealed away. _ + DATA LOCKEDLock overridden. Welcome, Director. Addendum SCP-5641.1: Journal transcript Tarakasura, son of vajranaka, he who plotted against the Devas Heaven was brought down to Earth as the Asura’s wrath raged on Tarakasura, son of vajrangini, he who had no weakness Tore Heaven into two, and brought it to Patala. Fourteen lokas turn into three, Tarakasura’s triumph He stood above the Deva, he stood above all Unmatched, he gave birth to seven sons, the Saptarasura Who would continue on his legacy, and bring victory to the Asurakind. Like their father, the seven sons performed the most complex tapasya Like their father, Lord Brahma was pleased and granted them a boon Like their father, they asked for immortality, and power, and thus Like their father, the boon was granted to them. A thousand hundred thousand years they ruled Every being their vessel, every being their subject But a thousand more years they wouldn’t get to see For Parvati, the Mother Goddess, had a plan. This chant hasn’t stopped. Ever since my return from Delhi, the chant has not stopped. Neither have the steps I hear every so often. I have seeked help from many doctors and mediums, but there is no answer to be found. It’s not delirium, and it’s not witchcraft. Perhaps my peers at the Museum will have the answers I seek. The Museum has no answers for me, so I have decided to visit the Asiatick Society of Bengal, in Calcutta. They’re a group who collect and study the manuscripts of the area, and might have more information into the verses that resound inside my head. Speaking of the verses, I have begun visualizing who is singing them. A woman, I believe, standing on a threshold. When I sleep, I see her vague figure, only her black eyes a clear shape burnt into my head. Tarakasura and his progeny had asked of Lord Brahma immortality and power None could be as strong as them, none could be wiser As for their immortality, only the son of Shiva could end Shiva, the Mahadeva, who a vow of marriage would never take. But Parvati, in aid of the Devas, asked Shiva in marriage Parvati was rejected, yet her resolve refused to waver With time, with effort, Shiva and Parvati joined in marriage The Prakrti and Purusha, to whom Skanda is soon born. The chants continued on my trip to Calcutta. The image of the woman became clearer: A priestess, standing at the entrance of a dome. I have seen these domes before, along the road between Surat and Poona. This is the birthplace of my curse, I know it. As for the Society, I met with them. Lovely fellows, offered me a plethora of texts, both translated and yet to be. I explained my situation, and were perplexed. While they couldn’t help me, they informed me that the hymns I speak of contain information from several Vedas and Puranas, regarding the Asura Tarakasura, who defeated the Devas, but was eventually defeated by Shiva and Parvati’s son, Skanda, who was known as a deity of warfare. I cannot claim to know much about the Hindu religion, but this doesn’t feel right. Something they’ve told me isn’t true. Perhaps the chants I hear are from another interpretation of these poems, as a member told me they’re somewhat inconsistent. It seems in the texts Tarakasura had only three sons, the Tripurasura. They also didn’t reign for long: Skanda killed Tarakasura and submitted his two brothers, who I have not heard of. Meanwhile, the Tripurasura were defeated by Shiva, who burned their forts, and sent their believers into the desert. Is the woman I see in my dreams one of these believers? Is she Parvati? One of the missing four asuras? As her stare burns into my retina every time I close my eyes, I know there is only one way to find out. I depart in two days. Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, wielded the Vel The divine spear, once vanquished the Asura Surapadma Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, confronted Tarakasura Victorious Vel, courageous Vel, split Tarakasura in seven pieces. Each piece Skanda took, and with each piece a powerful weapon he forged Skanda mounted his peacock, and raised his flag, and marched towards the seven cities The Saptarasura, fearing their end, combined their forces into a single being The Saptarasura, fearing for their lives, molded the seven cities into one. The chants continue, but it does not matter. I see the stupas in the distance, shadows against the bright moon at night. I have set up camp, but I will not sleep. As soon as the day breaks, I will walk up to her. Will she relieve me of these delusions? The journal contains several contradictions, not only regarding all known vedic literature, but also regarding SCP-5641’s known description. Due to these discrepancies, an investigation of the anomaly and possible interview of any inhabitant was planned. However, due to the infohazard risk tied to SCP-5641, this investigation was suspended indefinitely. _ + DATA EXPUNGEDLock overridden. Welcome, Director. Addendum SCP-5641.2: Interview Following the discovery of the journal, an investigation into SCP-5641 was proposed. While the risk of losing personnel to the construct was considered, a volunteer from GoI-1984 (“The House of the Naga”) was selected for the interview. They were not informed of SCP-5641’s infohazardous properties. Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha (The camera is turned on a few meters away from SCP-5641. Dr. Vashistha steps inside, moving a red and golden toran to enter. The inside of the stupa contained only an altar-like structure where a small clay reliquary is positioned. Six people circumambulate around the altar, chanting in an unknown language8, failing to notice Vashistha. The six people are a woman dressed in a gharara outfit, a man wearing a bush jacket, two men in the uniforms of Indian police, and two people wearing Foundation Site-36 Research Area uniform. These 6 individuals will be referred to as 5641-1 through 6, respectively.) Vashistha: (Knocks on the door’s frame, attempting to attract the monks’ attention) Excuse me. (5641-1 turns to the man, and stops her singing. She steps away from the group, who continues chanting. She sits in the Bhadrasana pose, extending a hand towards Vashistha.) 5641-1: You’re excused. You’re welcomed. (Points towards the ground in front of her.) Please, take a seat. Vashistha: Of course. (Vashistha sits down in the Bhadrasana pose.) 5641-1: We’ve been waiting for you. Vashistha: Is that so? 5641-1: Of course. As you have felt that this is the destination you should reach, we too have felt that a new face would join our prayers. Vashistha: … I see. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not here to join you in your prayers. I’ve come here to ask questions. 5641-1: As everyone does. I have come here to answer your questions, so ask. Vashistha: For starters, what is this place? 5641-1: It’s a stupa. A place of worship, where the sarira rests. But you already know this. Vashistha: Of course I know what a stupa is. That was not what my question meant. 5641-1: There is nothing special about the place we’re in. It is no different from the many stupas that existed before. From the ones that exist now. From the ones that will exist. Vashistha: What do you do here, then? 5641-1: We pray. I believe this was evident enough. Vashistha: What do you pray for? 5641-1: We pray in remembrance of the victories of the past. We pray to ensure the victories of the future. This, you know already, no? Vashistha: I… Yes, I do. The chants are difficult to ignore, I must say. 5641-1: Do you understand what the chants say? Vashistha: Of course I do. 5641-1: If you do, then why ask what it is that we do here? Why ask questions you already know the answer to? Vashistha: I… I’m uncertain. The truth evades me. Everytime I open my mouth, only noise comes out. My thoughts are scrambled, my eyes shoot in every direction. I cannot focus on what’s in front of me. 5641-1: That, Vashistha, is asat: Distortion. You walk a path without looking at the stars. You swim in anrita, away from the truth. You need to clear your thoughts, and understand why the victory must be remembered. Why what we do is important. Why has it continued on for so long. Vashistha: What must I do to understand? 5641-1: You must ask the right questions. Vashistha: What are the right questions? 5641-1: I cannot answer that. Only you know what the right questions are. If you do not, then you must leave. Return when you know them. Vashistha: Very well. If you’ll excuse me. (Vashistha gets up, before leaving the stupa.) Dr. Vashistha was not cleared for egressing without first carrying out the interview provided by the Foundation. Furthermore, despite the video clearly showing he stepped out, there is no proof that he ever did so. Following this log, several other interviews took place at the location. Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha (By the time the interview starts, Dr. Vashistha is already sitting in front of 5641-1.) Vashistha: I cannot help but notice that we are seven. Seven is a number I keep hearing inside my head. What is its importance? 5641-1: Seven is an important number no matter where you stand. A reading man might be able to tell you of the Seven days it took to build the world. Another might tell you of the Seven seals keeping the apocalypse at bay. I will tell you of the Seven Sages who maintain Brahman9 and Maya10 in their righteous places, such that we can be our own Selves, and nothing less. Vashistha: … Are we the Seven Sages? Is that what you are trying to tell me? 5641-1: No, no we are not, but we could be. I only see six people praying for Skanda’s success. Only six who know the truth. Vashistha: … You want me to join you. 5641-1: Incorrect yet again. You want to join us. Why else would you volunteer to come here? Vashistha: Wait, how- How do you- 5641-1: How do I know? I told you I am here to answer questions. It would be expected, one would think, that I would have the knowledge to answer them, no? Vashistha: (Rubs temples) … Alright, so the Seven Sages sing prayers to Skanda, the son of Shiva and Parvati, because he’s triumphed over the Saptarasura. He’s defeated evil using the seven astras forged using Tarakasura’s body. Everything correct so far? 5641-1: Indeed. Vashistha: The sarira inside the reliquary you pray around… What is it? The remains of the people who came before you? 5641-1: I assume so, yes. Vashistha: You assume? 5641-1: It cannot be known. To know is to admit defeat. Vashistha: Defeat? 5641-1: If we are to maintain Brahman and Maya in their rightful place, then that which is unknowable must remain unknowable. Do you know why? Vashistha: I- I do not. 5641-1: Then we’ve performed faithfully. Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Vashistha (The scene remains the same, but 5641-2 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-2: That which is unknowable must remain unknowable, yet that does not mean what is adjacent to it must remain unknown. Vashistha: How so? 5641-2: I will tell you a story, Vashistha. One you must hear. Are you listening? Vashistha: I am. 5641-2: Skanda fought the Saptarasura, and defeated them. This is what we chant of. However, the battle wasn’t an easy fight, nor a simple affair. The Saptarasura had many allies, and many powers, and many boons. They were invincible, as far as any other being knew. This is why Tarakasura’s body was used as a weapon. If he was invincible, the astras made would be equally powerful. The Saptarasura knew they had no chance, so they formed together into a great Asura King, one who went onto rule the universe just like the parts that composed him. He had no name, because no one could utter it. He reeked of scarlet blood, the sacred liquid constantly pouring out his mouth and eyes and ears. He was covered in gold and bronze and all precious metals that composed the seven cities each Saptarasura had built, who he now had fused into a single fort in the shape of a throne, where he sat on and oversaw all the universe from. Now, as I describe this being, you may think there is no feasible way Skanda would have defeated him, and you would be right. He didn’t. Vashistha: Wait, but the prayers- 5641-2: Skanda was strong enough to defeat the Saptarasura, but not the King they’d formed, nor their forts, nor their legions, nor their astras, so he asked for help. He was assisted by many Devas, including his own parents. But even that was not enough. Vashistha: So? 5641-2: What can you do to an enemy that cannot, nor will ever be defeated? Vashistha: (Opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.) 5641-2: You stall them, indefinitely, through any means possible. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-3 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) Vashistha: So the prayers are to stall the Saptarasura. 5641-3: Indeed, and yet the truth isn’t as easy. We’re stalling a seventh part of the Saptarasura. Vashistha: A seventh? 5641-3: When Skanda planned to defeat the Asura King, he first had to get to him. To get to him, he first had to get rid of his many followers. These were all the Asura and the Yaksha and the Rakshasa and the Kumbhanda and all who decided to follow him, because the King had offered them power like none other: Freedom. And they used this freedom to enslave, and to wage war, and to inflict pain and misery upon all others. And thus a dark age besieged the world, and the King thrived. Vashistha: How were they defeated? 5641-3: Skanda asked Lord Brahma to grant him the boon that would conquer his followers, and after ten thousand thousand years of meditation, it was granted to him: The sacred texts that contained all knowledge yet to be. Skanda presented it to the King’s followers, and told them all answers were contained within. Curious, they peaked in, and saw a future of dominion; one of everlasting conquest. They cheered and they feasted and their happiness was unlike any other. Skanda turned to Lord Brahma and asked him “I see the men and women of the Asura King whose name cannot be said and cannot be heard feasting, fulfilled in both body and mind. How can you say, Lord Brahma, that this is a weapon to defeat them?” And Lord Brahma smiled, and explained that for all history that must be remembered is considered Smriti, and is kept within one’s heart and one’s mind, but the texts given to the followers were Asmriti, which is the texts to be forgotten, and are thrown out of one’s heart and one’s mind, never to pollute the universe again. And as he explained, Skanda saw that the followers, who were warriors and workers and architects and poets all fell to the ground, and melted into clay, leaving their clothes and weapons and slaves behind, who now free, praised to Skanda and Lord Brahma who both had saved them from their chains. All left of the followers was the Asmriti, with now empty pages, and the men who were enslaved took it and hid it, for the Asmriti’s content must not be remembered, else the followers will return and they will enslave and wage war and mock the Devas again. Vashistha: Is this book what is kept here? 5641-3: The book is not the part contained here. The book is lost to all, I hope, and should remain as such. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-4 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-4: Skanda kept on his path, and was confronted by seven women: The seven wives of the seven Saptarasura. They stood over the followers, and made sure to both ensure their compliance, and bring all their gifts to their husbands. Without the followers, there was no compliance to be had, and no gifts to receive. The seven wives were enraged by this, and confronted Skanda. These seven wives were powerful Asuri, capable of bending clay and blood and life, and using these they created plants that poured not soma but halahala, and a single drop of it could corrupt all life it touched. What seemed to surely be a battle soon turned to a peace agreement, however. Skanda asked the Asuri why they were, amidst the ruins of their now-gone empire instead of next to the golden throne of the Asura King. And why were they fighting him instead of the Asura King, and they understood that he cared not for them anymore, if ever. Skanda thus stopped his mission, and attempted to find husbands for the Asuri. It took several hundred years, but the wisest and most forgiving of all men stepped forward, and promised they would ensure their safety and fight for them. These men are now known as the Saptarishi, the Seven Sages. Skanda brought Agni who ignited a great pyre, who they all danced around, praying for each other’s health and to survive the King’s ordeal, and to have healthy children who will live better lives. Thus was born the Saat phere ceremony, and the Saptapadi, and all marriages included them from that point on. And the seven wives attained enlightenment, and their poison turned into amrita, and with a single touch, the land was blessed with mango trees and jasmines and even the lotus flower began to flourish where only bloodshed had flourished before. Vashistha: So the Asuri are the Seven Sages’ wives? Our wives? 5641-4: The truth isn’t as simple. Yes, they once were, but not anymore. After many years, they discovered that the seed of the Saptarasura remained within the Asuri long after their consummation; long after their defeat even. The Asuri are cursed to bear the next generation of Asura, who will be stronger than they ever were, and will have no weaknesses, not to any man nor to any Deva. As such, the Devas and the Saptarishi had to make sure these children would never be born, and the seven wives were sealed away. They will never understand the happiness of giving birth, for they cannot be allowed to, and will never see Agni’s light again, for their children will steal it, and sink the world into a darkness there's no return from. Where they are now, we cannot know. I pray that wherever they are, they are safe from the influence of the Asura King. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-5 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-5: After the followers and the wives had been dealt with, Skanda finally encountered the King. He was ten thousand times his strength, and ten trillion times his size. He knew all there was to know, and his seven mouths spoke profanities and his eyes killed all who saw into them. He had fourteen hands, and he knew all mudras and practiced all pranayamas and controlled the seven winds known as vayu. Skanda knew he could not defeat the King, so he prayed to Lord Brahma again, asking for a different boon. He offered the seven astras of Tarakasura, and in turn Lord Brahma sent Tvashtr, who had forged Indra’s vajra, and he took the astras, and transformed them into seven golden spears. And each spear Skanda wielded, and each spear was thrusted into the King, and the King screeched in pain as the spears absorbed each of the Saptarasura. Seven thrusts later and the Saptarasura was no more. Skanda knew this was not the end, for the spears slowly corroded, the gold falling off, leaving only ugly iron behind. The Saptarasura could not be as easily defeated, nor as easily sealed, for they had meditated to strengthen themselves during the time the spears were forged. The spears wanted to come together; the seals wanted to come undone. As such, Skanda granted each spear to the seven most powerful warriors, who then left, to never meet again. The spears bled and thrashed and from time to time the Saptarasura would escape their cells, and the warriors would best them. If we are to win this war, the spears must never meet again. (The scene remains the same, but 5641-6 is the one sitting in front of Dr. Vashistha.) 5641-6: Skanda stood unopposed, but he knew this was not the end. Even if the followers had been forgotten, they could return. Even if the wives were sealed away, the seals could break. Even if the spears had been separated, they could reunite. This was because people remembered, and memories are Brahman. To best this, Skanda needed for them to become Maya, an illusion. For this, he asked for Shiva to help him, and Shiva indeed offered his help. He took a single glance at the throne which had once been seven forts, and molded it into the image of a singular beast: The Asura King. And the beast would speak like the King, and move like the King, and all would be made to believe that this was the King. And then it was sealed away, and many scholars would make sure that this Fake King would be found and feared and revered as the real King. This too would be a seal, for it would seal away the truth of the Asura King’s existence. Vashistha: First were the followers, second were the wives, third was the King, fourth was the decoy. What were the last three? 5641-2: A pertinent question, but it seems you still are missing a point. 5641-5: Tell me, do you really believe seven spears were enough to bring down the King? Vashistha: Were they not? 5641-4: His corporeal form, sure, but the sthula sarira11 is merely one of three. Skanda still had the sukshma12 and the karana13 to deal with. Vashistha: How did he deal with them? 5641-5: As soon as the decoy had been built, a strong howling was heard through the land, and all shivered: The voice of the King still remained, seven distinct tones morphed into a cacophony of pain and misery, singing of the darkest of evils, bringing fear and chaos even after his body had been stripped of all mortal power. The King without body smiled, and from a mouth that did not exist, blood poured. And the blood became a sea of obscenity that washed over the new world, and submerged it all in its miasma. The King used the knowledge of his defeat to strengthen even after death, and brought the same destruction that befell his followers and his kingdom unto men and Deva equally. Soon, there was no land to stand on, and many perished. The survivors were rescued by Vishnu, who took on the shape of a great fish, and took on the name of Matsya. Skanda stood by Matsya’s side, and knew not what to do, so he asked for help. And Matsya provided, and help arrived in the shape of the few he rescued. These were the slaves the followers of the King had chained and tortured, and they had been promised kingdoms and riches beyond comprehension, and they would become the Kshatriya who would rule earth. But the slaves turned to Skanda, and offered to trade all that had been promised to them in exchange of stopping the King from taking the world over again. Skanda thus cursed the slaves, and the slaves would again be at the bottom, standing as the lowest of all castes. In doing so, however, the King’s mind and rage and blood was forever locked inside their minds, and the seas subsided, and the King’s form was defeated once more. Were he to ever return, he would control nobody but those who stood at the bottom of it all, and they would be laughed at and mocked by all but Skanda, who knew they had committed the greatest of all sacrifices. Vashistha: What about his True-Self? 5641-1: Skanda thought there was nothing left of the King, but the Saptarishi warned him: Past body and mind there is still one’s True-Self, directly attuned to the rest of the universe. As long as it existed, the King could return. Of course, the True-Self will always exist no matter what. It is part of Brahman, and stands ever-permanent. It was the one weakness in Skanda’s plan: The King could not be banished, for he had existed, and would thus forever remain. But the Saptarishi knew something that many others ignored: The existence of the King was devoid of Dharma, so he could not know of the truth of the True-Self. Another weapon was born out of this knowledge; another illusion. Skanda took the clay and the dirt and the broken weapons that littered the ground, and molded them into seven urns. These seven urns, seven tribes took. These tribes kept them trapped in the past, so that the King would never see a future. As long as the tribes kept them intact, they would thrive. As long as the tribes kept them, the King would believe a part of him resided within, and thus would never attain his True-Self, for his ignorance acted as a trap in and of itself. The tribes soon left, and Skanda smiled. He smiled, because the King was no more. 5641-2: His legion fallen, his wives converted. 5641-3: His body broken, his throne transformed. 5641-4: His mind trapped, his True-Self unrealized. 5641-5: Thus the King was defeated. Skanda stood victorious. 5641-6: Now we sing of his glory, as we cheer for the past that was changed in our favor, for the present that we’ve allowed others to enjoy, and for the future that is still within reach. Vashistha: … That’s six. You said there’s seven parts. 5641-1: There are seven indeed. We’ve yet to mention the one we safeguard. Vashistha: What is it? Which part do we safeguard? 5641-2: This final question cannot be answered. It cannot be known. To know it is to invite him. To invite him is to face the end. This is the truth of the seventh seal. A seal shrouded in ignorance, because we know better. We must know better. Vashistha: Is this why we sing? 5641-3: The chants are a seal, yes. We pray because Skanda has asked us to. We chant his name because he must be remembered. We sing of Saptarasura’s defeat, because were we to stop, the world would forget it. And if the world forgets, then the King will return, because the King is ignorance, and the King is division, and the King is all the foul and the profane and yet he was defeated. 5641-4: And yet, even in defeat he thrives. Even in death he lives. Even vanquished he conquers. 5641-5: So we pray and as we pray the world remembers the triumph: A world of nature, and not of bloodshed. A world of pillars, and not of rubble. A world of freedom, and not of chains. 5641-6: And so, all questions are answered, but one: Are you ready to pray? Vashistha: Must I? 5641-2: You are in no obligation to do it, but you must do it. The seal shall not be completed until the Seven Sages pray of Skanda’s greatness in the battle with Saptarasura. 5641-3: If you decline, then you will live your life, die, be reincarnated and, some day, we will meet again. 5641-6: Your free will shan’t be tainted. At the same time, however, you came here for a reason. You, and not your previous reincarnations, but you. Vashistha: Why me, and not them? 5641-6: That we cannot answer. Only thou knows thyself. Vashistha: I… I don’t know if I want to leave my old life behind. 5641-2: No one who’s come here wanted to, at the beginning. To abandon it all for the sake of everyone else… That’s a heavy sacrifice to make. It isn’t easy. 5641-3: But it’s the right thing to do. It is our duty. Vashistha: It’ll be my duty too then. 5641-6: Have you decided then? Vashistha: There was no decision to make, was there? The moment I stepped in, I stepped in because I would join you all. I knew that I needed to be here. Now I know why. I understand my mission, and I accept it. This is my aim, my goal, my purpose. I am where I belong. 5641-1: Welcome home, Vashistha. (The log consists only of audio, with seven people praying to the sound of drums. The chants were translated from Classical Sanskrit.) 5641-1: Skanda stood atop the ruins of profanity, and smiled, for the Saptarasura had fallen. Yet Vishvamitra the Sage approached him, and told him this was far from the truth. The Saptarasura’s malice would never dull, for he was part of Brahman too. And Skanda cried, but Vishvamitra calmed him, for he knew the solution. 5641-2: A stupa was built, where the King once sat upon his golden throne. A reliquary was crafted, and inside the last of the King was sealed. A prayer began, and a ritual commenced, so that the King would never find it. And Vishvamitra renounced to his kingdom, and simply sang, for in song he found life. 5641-3: Kingdoms rose, kingdoms fell. Time passed for all but the lone Sage. As the Maratha and the men from the West waged meaningless wars, another joined. His name, Atri, from the lands where the God Surya never settled down. Together, they prayed. And the chants brought change to the land, and the Maratha left. 5641-4: Many years were spent in prayer before the next sages joined them. Their names were Jamadagni and Agastya, two men from the same land. Jamadagini came in a time of crisis, a time of senseless brutality. For the men of the West oppressed, and violented, and took everything for granted. Jamadagni fought against Surya, who commanded the men of the West. Surya, who'd forgotten the King’s rebellion, he who did not remember the law of blood. Falling into the same path, Jamadagni reminded Surya that war was not the way. And thanks to him, the men from the West retired, and at last men were free of their chains. 5641-5: Yet men still had chains inside their heads, and found reason to fight one against the other. Over insignificant materials; scarlet blings and golden baubles that brought rot within. Against this Agastya prayed, and reconciled the two groups, calm replacing war. And thus now four Sages prayed for Skanda’s victory, his words heard once more. Two more joined, coming from a distant place, the world of the exact and the concrete. And they came because they were curious, yet they were afraid, one feeding the other. Their names, Maharishi and Bharadwaj, and they were wise men of science. They knew it all, and yet they knew not the rituals of this land. Because of this, they feared. 5641-6: They feared Skanda, because he was a warrior, and war meant death, and death meant pest. But they couldn’t see that Skanda fought for the free; that he fought for them. They needed reason to fear the ritual, and soon reason was born, and the King smiled. He smiled because fear fed him. For the first time since his fall, he smiled. And in his smile hid pest, and in his smile hid death. And he smiled, and men fell ill, and men went crazy, and all lost faith. A single powerful act, and the Foundations cracked, and a seed of doubt was planted. Through concrete the seed broke, and a tree of blood and bone and sinew sprouted. But he could not smile for long, for Indra taught Bharadwaj medicine, and with this he prayed. Skanda’s chants grew, and health befell the land, and the tree withered and died. And Indra taught Maharishi knowledge of light, and peace, and he shared it with many. And the stupa stood without the need for Foundations, and the King fell silent again. 5641-7: The last of the Sages was named Vashishta, and with him the seal was completed. He joined the other six, and with his voice, he ensured the King would remain in place. Skanda smiled in truth then, and came to the stupa, and they all stopped and revered him. And their job was over, and Skanda thanked them all, and offered them a boon of his own. And the Seven Sages took it, and their souls joined the sky in the shape of seven stars. A new constellation in the shape of Skanda's smile. A smile, because the King was no more. Following this last log, chants were heard throughout several points in South, Central and East Asia, including several Sites and Areas of the Foundation and other Groups of Interest. Although unchecked, it is understood that the stupa disappeared from its position. Special containment procedures have been discontinued. A constellation of seven bright stars has retroactively joined many others, bearing the shape of a smile. No investigation of this incident has been nor will be conducted. The seal is expected to last. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5641" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5641. Licensed under CC-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: Stupa 2 Bimaran Charles Masson.jpg Author: Charles Masson License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Type of mound-like building containing buddhist relics. 2. With Gautama Buddha living from the 5th to the 4th century BCE, it is believed the building is either anachronistic or was repurposed. 3. It is worth noting that correctly inferring the stupa’s location is believed to cause the same symptoms, although to a lesser degree. 4. Language of the Indian subcontinent. Sacred language of Theravada Buddhism. 5. Figure of Shiva fused with his consort Parvati, depicted as half-male and half-female. Represents the harmony of masculine and feminine forces. Figure is not present in the Pali canon, nor in Theravada Buddhism. 6. Known as the ‘Seven Sages’, these are important figures in Vedic religions, possessing great knowledge and guarding the divine law of Dharma. The Big Dipper in India is named after them. 7. Paranormal wing of the Sangh Parivar, a group of Hindu nationalist organizations. Founded in 1956, it has maintained a positive relationship with the Foundation, exchanging intel for partial autonomy within the region. 8. Although it is most likely Pali or Sanskrit, no efforts will be made to translate it. The reason for this decision is not fully understood. 9. Ultimate reality of the universe, which is unchanging and ever-permanent. 10. Perceived reality of the universe, which is illusory and always changing. 11. Physical mortal body in the Three Bodies Doctrine. 12. Body composed of the mind and other vital energies. 13. Body that veils the atman, or True-Self, and births the other two in this universe of ours. |
SCP-5642 | euclid | by Trotskyeet Location of SCP-5642 phenomena. Item #: SCP-5642 Special Containment Procedures: Hidden security cameras have been installed to monitor the movements of all SCP-5642-A instances. The night cleaning shift of Monument Cafe is to be conducted by Mobile Task Force Theta-10 ("Deep In The Heart") under Foundation front company "Sam's Cleanliness Provider." Any SCP-5642-A instances found during this shift are to be disposed of in the diner's dumpster. Description: SCP-5642 refers to a series of phenomena surrounding French fries within the property of Monument Cafe, a diner in the city of Georgetown, Texas. While they are within the diner, French fries do not decompose or spoil, but can be consumed normally and destroyed with force. This phenomenon does not occur when French fries are inside the diner's dumpster. The secondary phenomenon surrounding the French fries occurs from 10PM to 3AM. During this time, all French fries within the diner spontaneously manifest appendages that allow for bipedal movement and the grasping of objects. Further inspection has shown these appendages are made of potato starch and water. The way the structural integrity of said appendages is kept stable is unknown. During this window of time, French fries (hereby referred to as SCP-5642-A instances) display a limited degree of sapience, and adopt characteristics and beliefs commonly associated with the Italian-American mafia. Observation and study of SCP-5642-A instances during this period is difficult, as SCP-5642-A instances will attempt to evade capture, and often resort to smashing themselves against the ground if cornered. Addendum-1: On 09/03/18, an SCP-5642-A instance (hereby referred to as SCP-5642-A-1) approached a member of Theta-10, reportedly "seeking freedom in exchange for information." SCP-5642-A-1 disclosed the location of the "Carlotti Family," a collection of SCP-5642-A instances based underneath the lower left table booth. As SCP-5642-A-1 was being questioned on the organizational structure of the "Family", several SCP-5642-A instances descended from the ceiling via string, and took SCP-5642-A-1 into the ceiling tiles. Attempts to track these SCP-5642-A instances were unsuccessful. The following video was captured by Foundation cameras the following night. [BEGIN LOG] The bar of the diner is dark, the camera switches to night vision. Several SCP-5642-A instances are standing on top of the bar. SCP-5642-A-1 is unconscious and is being carried by two steak fries (SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3 respectively); a plastic straw wrapper can be seen covering half of its body. A paper condiment cup is placed near the group, filled with ketchup. A fourth SCP-5642-A instance (SCP-5642-A-4) walks towards SCP-5642-A-1, and takes off the wrapper. SCP-5642-A-1: What the hell, what is- SCP-5642-A-4 punches SCP-5642-A-1. SCP-5642-A-1: Jesus man, what was that for? SCP-5642-A-4: Don't play dumb, we got eyes everywhere, I saw you talking to that copper. SCP-5642-A-1 sighs. SCP-5642-A-1: Writing's on the wall Johnny, you hear about Lazuto's gang? All of 'em wiped out last week by those cops, they're coming after us. In a couple of weeks the Boss is probably gonna spray his starch on the wall. The cracks are forming man, new age coming, I intend to live to see it. SCP-5642-A-4: And you sold out your own so you could get a front row seat. You know, we swore an oath when we joined, rule fucking one, don't sell out the family. You're a dirty rat, I hope you fry in hell. SCP-5642-A-1: Look at you now, all high and mighty, being the Boss' lapdog. Y'know I remember when you first came to us, weak and soggy, barely fresh out of the fryer, tryna' score a spot in the Family. You know who vouched for you out of the whole crew? No one except for me. I made you into what you are. I'm your only friend in this goddamn diner, and don't you forget it. SCP-5642-A-4 turns away from SCP-5642-A-1. SCP-5642-A-4: Friends don't matter in this business Tony, only family. SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3 dunk the top portion of SCP-5642-A-1 in the ketchup cup. SCP-5642-A-1 attempts to knock the cup over, but is held down by SCP-5642-A-2 and SCP-5642-A-3. SCP-5642-A-1 squirms, but after approximately four minutes, goes limp. SCP-5642-A-4: Make it clean boys, I don't want to see his sorry face again. [END LOG] One hour later Foundation monitors detected the deep fryer in the kitchen turning on. When personnel entered the kitchen, the only object in the fryer was a solitary French fry. |
SCP-5643 | euclid | Item#: 5643 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5643-A is to be kept in a locked container at all times. Any personnel who wish to interact with SCP-5643-A must receive permission from the Site Director. Personnel handling the object are to wear heavy duty gloves. Any personnel that come into direct skin contact with SCP-5643-A should be subject to immediate psychological evaluation and will not be permitted to access the object again. SCP-5643-B is housed in a standard humanoid containment cell. It is to be provided with pain medication every 8 hours. If SCP-5643-B complains of a worsening headache, it is to be sedated. Guards outside the cell must be equipped with headphones containing cognitohazard filters. At no time should it be allowed to access SCP-5643-A. Description: SCP-5643-A is a shard of obsidian measuring roughly 2x2x0.5 cm. Regardless of its environment, SCP-5643-A is conspicuous to human subjects. When SCP-5643-A is in contact with a subject's skin, the subject will experience a feeling of euphoria. Upon separation from the object, the subject will experience symptoms including irritability, fatigue, headaches, dizziness, and increased anxiety. Psychological changes similar to those upon secondary exposure may occur in certain individuals. These symptoms will subside after approximately two weeks if the object is not touched again. Upon secondary exposure, subjects will undergo various permanent psychological alterations, which can include lessened empathy and changes in personality. After this stage of exposure, subjects will experience an addiction to the object's effects. Additional exposure to SCP-5643-A will result in severe psychological alterations, paranoia, deterioration of motor functions, migraines, and blue to black skin discoloration. SCP-5643-B is a caucasian female formerly known as Dr. Mara Hyde. Prior to its containment, it worked as a Foundation researcher. Due to extended exposure to SCP-5643-A, its arms are significantly discolored. In addition, it suffers from chronic migraines. When its pain reaches a certain threshold, vocalizations it produces will create a mildly euphoric effect for human subjects nearby, followed by headaches, dizziness, and confusion. Addendum 5643-01: Texts between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Matthew Hyde recovered after containment. All other text messages on its phone had been deleted prior to retrieval. 05/04/20 12:04 PM SCP-5643-B: Fuck. SCP-5643-B: Matt, pick up. SCP-5643-B: Matt. SCP-5643-B: Let's talk. Dr. Hyde: What do you want? Dr. Hyde: I'm in the middle of something Dr. Hyde: Can it wait? SCP-5643-B: Fine. 05/04/20 6:13 PM SCP-5643-B: Still doing something? Dr. Hyde: Yes 05/05/20 9:00 AM Dr. Hyde: I can talk now Dr. Hyde: What is it? SCP-5643-B: I'm tired of this. SCP-5643-B: All of this. Dr. Hyde: Is this about her? SCP-5643-B: What do you think? Dr. Hyde: You've gotta get over her Dr. Hyde: Move on SCP-5643-B: Easy for you to say. Dr. Hyde: Only way to feel better is to move on SCP-5643-B: Yeah, fuck you, too. Dr. Hyde: It's the truth Dr. Hyde: I just want you to feel better Dr. Hyde: Focus on work more in the meantime SCP-5643-B: That's difficult. Dr. Hyde: Yes, but this isn't healthy SCP-5643-B: I guess. [Reports indicate that SCP-5643-B first came in contact with SCP-5643-A on 05/06/20.] 05/06/20 5:18 PM SCP-5643-B: You were right. SCP-5643-B: She would want me to move on. 05/07/20 6:02 PM Dr. Hyde: You doing okay? SCP-5643-B: I feel better. Dr. Hyde: Already? Dr. Hyde: That was quick SCP-5643-B: I don't want to talk. 05/07/20 7:00 PM Dr. Hyde: You're not okay, are you? Addendum 5643-02: A transcription of a phone call between Dr. Hyde and SCP-5643-B on 05/09/20. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Hyde: Hey, Mara. SCP-5643-B: Hey… Dr. Hyde: Everything alright? SCP-5643-B: Yeah, just a headache. Why'd you call? Dr. Hyde: You can't have gotten over Cora that quickly. What's really going on? SCP-5643-B: Is that what this is about? [A pause.] SCP-5643-B: Nothing's going on. Dr. Hyde: Well, I'm glad that you've gotten over her. How's life? SCP-5643-B: It's good. Dr. Hyde: That's good to hear. Uh, I'm doing okay. Nothing that exciting is going on. SCP-5643-B: Well, seeing as nothing's happening, I'm gonna- Dr. Hyde: Mara, I'm worried about you. You've been acting weird. SCP-5643-B: Weird? I'm fine. Great, actually. Dr. Hyde: That's what I'm talking about. You're being so… cold. SCP-5643-B: And you're being overly concerned. Bye. <END LOG> Addendum 5643-03: Continued messages between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Hyde. 05/21/20 6:10 PM Dr. Hyde: Everyone agrees that you've been acting weird SCP-5643-B: It'ss none of your business. Leave ne alone. Dr. Hyde: I can't. I'm worried SCP-5643-B: Wel, dont be. 05/30/20 5:07 PM Dr. Hyde: Why are you being so distant? SCP-5643-B: Im not. SCP-5643-B: Im ffine. Dr. Hyde: There's something wrong. I know it SCP-5643-B: I todl you. Nothin g is wring. 06/09/20 3:31 PM Dr. Hyde: Mara, we need to talk SCP-5643-B: No we d pnt Dr. Hyde: What's happening? Dr. Hyde: Have you been drinking? Dr. Hyde: You can be honest with me SCP-5643-B: Nothigis happenijg Dr. Hyde: I'm just concerned SCP-5643-B: Imm y own perspn SCP-5643-B: Sto get tng knvolved SCP-5643-B: Ih att youu Addendum 5643-04: A transcript of a phone call between SCP-5643-B and Dr. Hyde on 06/18/20. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-5643-B: My hands are turning blue. My head hurts so much. I think I'm- I think I'm dying. Dr. Hyde: Whoa, slow down. What happened? SCP-5643-B: This stupid rock- I don't know. It's- Please, I can't see. Dr. Hyde: Alright, I'm coming. Just stay with me. SCP-5643-B: Am I still Mara? Dr. Hyde: What do you mean? Of course you're- SCP-5643-B: Matt, am I still me? I'm not me, am I? Dr. Hyde: I- I don't- SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry… Dr. Hyde: For what? You're not making any sense. SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Dr. Hyde: Just hang in there, okay? I'm coming. [7 minutes of silence.] Dr. Hyde: Are you able to let me in, or- SCP-5643-B: It's unlocked. [A door can be heard opening.] [2 minutes of silence.] Dr. Hyde: Oh shit. You- What happened? [A pause. The phone is heard hitting the floor.] Dr. Hyde: Put that thing down! Give it- SCP-5643-B: No! I need it! Dr. Hyde: No, you don't! Drop it! [SCP-5643-B shrieks, followed by a growl.] [Dr. Hyde gasps.] Dr. Hyde: What's wrong with you? Dr. Hyde: You're not… Mara anymore, are you? <END LOG> Dr. Hyde was found deceased in an apartment formerly belonging to SCP-5643-B. He had several stab wounds all over his body. Upon autopsy, it was revealed that Dr. Hyde died from hemorrhagic shock. Addendum 5643-05: A collection of audio logs recorded after the containment of SCP-5643-B. 06/21/20 6:20 AM SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to… [A pause.] SCP-5643-B: What am I doing? I'm tired, Matt. It hurts. 06/22/20 7:39 AM SCP-5643-B: Why does everyone good have to die? You didn't deserve it; you had a life to live. It's not fair. 06/23/20 12:31 PM SCP-5643-B: There's… something wrong, Matt. They're not hearing me. I speak, but they don't understand. SCP-5643-B: Am I just that far gone? What's wrong with me? 06/24/20 3:59 AM SCP-5643-B: They're hearing me. They just… I think it's a cognitohazard. Something of the sort. SCP-5643-B: I don't know. No one understands what I'm saying. 06/25/20 11:40 AM SCP-5643-B: I just want the pain to stop. Is that- is that too much to ask? [A pause.] SCP-5643-B: I can't stand this. I can't do this. It's- SCP-5643-B: I'm sorry, alright? Just make it stop! 06/25/20 12:01 PM SCP-5643-B: I deserve this, don't I? You trusted me, and I… I betrayed you. SCP-5643-B: How long has it been, Matt? SCP-5643-B: It's been a while, huh? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5643" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5643. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5644 | archon | Item#: 5644 Level3 Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5644 Basking Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5644's movement along the River Nile is to be tracked by MTF Lambda-9 ("Osiris's Hand"). Any significant deviation from SCP-5644's normal pathing is to be reported to Site-95 director William Orville. In the event that SCP-5644 becomes hostile, civilian evacuation of the region is to be carried out in coordination with the Egyptian, Sudanese1, South Sudanese, Ethiopian, and Ugandan governments. News outlets will be led to believe that the evacuation was caused by significant flooding of the Nile River and its drainage basin. Any attempt to remove or neutralize SCP-5644, regardless of operational success, may result in catastrophic consequences for the region.2 Any and all reports of SCP-5644 by civilian witnesses to news outlets are to be discredited. All civilians and reporters involved with said sightings are to be given Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-5644 is a sapient male Crocodylus niloticus3. It measures 9.15 meters and weighs approximately 4,250 kilograms. Despite its immense size, sightings of SCP-5644 by the public are minimal and are only reported from small villages. SCP-5644's age is unknown, but it is believed to be at least 200,000 years old. SCP-5644's primary anomaly is its control over the climate of the Nile River and its tributaries. Its control ranges from bringing in dry seasons and floods to changing the river's course and expanding its drainage basin. SCP-5644 refers to itself as the protector and guide of the Nile. SCP-5644 claims to have interacted with the inhabitants of the region from the early dynastic period of Egypt until the middle ages. The Foundation became aware of SCP-5644's existence when the United Kingdom began to construct dams across the Nile in the early 1900s. SCP-5644 would actively hamper, damage, or destroy these dams. After years of ineffective attempts at capturing SCP-5644, the British government handed responsibility to The Foundation. All containment attempts were abandoned after ██-██-1956 when SCP-5644 was removed from the Nile River, which resulted in the flooding of the local area and all nearby plant life to decay. The area where this event happened has been sectioned off from the public and is now where Site-95 resides. Addendum.1 - Interviews After the events of ██-██-1956, SCP-5644 avoided all attempts at contact by Foundation personnel. In order to monitor the location of SCP-5644, several observation posts were constructed along the Nile River and its tributaries. Researcher Hanesworth, who headed the SCP-5644 project, then proposed leaving food for it in areas it frequented to gain its trust and cooperation. Site Director Orville approved the proposition, provided Hanesworth himself placed the food with two members of Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 "Osiris's Hand". Hanesworth approached the riverbed with carcasses of animals from the region every day. Initially, all attempts failed as SCP-5644 would not approach the food until researcher Hanesworth left the area. Hanesworth insisted that the guards leave so that SCP-5644 would approach. After several attempts, SCP-5644 allowed Hanesworth to approach closer. Starting on 05-27-1997, SCP-5644 would allow Hanesworth to stay next to the food as it fed. ▷ Interview #1 ▽ Interview #1 Interviewed: SCP-5644 Interviewer: Researcher Hanesworth Foreword: Researcher Hanesworth had left a deceased Syncerus caffer4 on a riverbed SCP-5644 frequents. After 15 minutes, SCP-5644 appeared out of the river and began consuming the carcass. Hanesworth had a hidden recorder on his person, in the event that SCP-5644 could communicate. <Begin Log> (The sounds of cracking bones and flesh ripping are heard in the background) Researcher Hanesworth: Can… Can you understand me? SCP-5644: (bellows and turns towards Hanesworth) Researcher Hanesworth: Oh, shit! SCP-5644: Calm down human, I won't feast upon you. I do not hunt your kind anyway. Researcher Hanesworth: You.. you can talk. I-I mean um, why did you let me get closer to you? SCP-5644: Why indeed. (turns back towards the carcass and continues to eat) Researcher Hanesworth: Do… do you mind explaining your control over the Nile? SCP-5644: (stops eating and turns towards Hanesworth) It is but an extension of myself. I control the river's flow and in return, it gives me life. Researcher Hanesworth: So, would you say that your containment would detriment the region? SCP-5644: Is that what your leaders tried to do to me? To 'contain' me? Researcher Hanesworth: Well… yeah. It's sort of our deal. We contain anomalies and research them for the safety of mankind. SCP-5644: And by attempting to reach this goal, how many have died in the name of safety? Researcher Hanesworth: We've crossed some lines, yes, but you must understand that we only have the best interests in mind. SCP-5644: Those interests only further the goals of your superiors. If you were to 'contain' me, this river and all that it flows into would dry up. Researcher Hanesworth: But if people were to see you- SCP-5644: Have they thus far? Researcher Hanesworth: Well no, but that's because we've suppressed all reports. SCP-5644: Then there is nothing more to discuss nor worry about. There was a minute of silence recorded as SCP-5644 continued to feed upon the carcass. L9 Beta-2: (in the background) Hey doc, you doin' alright!? SCP-5644: That would be our time. Tell me, what is your name? Researcher Hanesworth: My name? It's uh, Hanesworth. SCP-5644: I hope to speak to you again, Hanesworth. <End Log> Closing Statement: Before Lambda-9 Beta could arrive, SCP-5644 dragged the carcass into the river and disappeared. For the next few days, no contact could be established with SCP-5644 and Researcher Hanesworth suggested that his guards not be within visual range of the river bank. A compromise was reached where every 30 minutes they would do a check-in before returning to the vehicle just outside of visual range. ▷ Interview #2 ▽ Interview #2 Interviewed: SCP-5644 Interviewer: Researcher Hanesworth Foreword: Contact was successfully established after the second attempt of the new procedure. This interview occurred shortly after the third check-in by Research Hanesworth's armed guards. He activated a transmission shortly after contact with SCP-5644 to let his guards know he had done so. This time Hanesworth brought a hidden camera on his person to record this interview. <Begin Log> (Sounds of the camera being activated can be heard before it is turned on) Researcher Hanesworth: So… you finally showed up. SCP-5644: My apologies, but I would rather communicate in private. Researcher Hanesworth: Well we're not entirely alone. (Hanesworth gestures behind them over the riverbank) SCP-5644: I had a feeling that was the case. Your people appear to be… very untrustworthy. Researcher Hanesworth: They are, but so are you. But that begs the question, why do you trust me? SCP-5644: You misunderstand, Hanesworth. I don't trust you. Not yet anyway. But I see myself as a decent judge of character, and you don't seem to be a bad person. Researcher Hanesworth: Then why did you come back? SCP-5644: You remind me of someone I used to know. Researcher Hanesworth: What were they like? If you don't mind my asking. SCP-5644: It is a… long story. Researcher Hanesworth: You can't just give me that. Just the details will suffice. SCP-5644: He was a Roman boy. Much like yourself he would come to the riverside and feed me, although it was with lesser portions than what you give me. Researcher Hanesworth: Whoa wait, Roman? How old are you exactly? SCP-5644: Old enough to have seen this region turn from green to sand numerous times, older than your entire species. Now, will you let me continue? Researcher Hanesworth: Yes, I'm sorry. Please continue with your tale. SCP-5644: This boy and his family were farmers, but were pressured by local soldiers to give a significant portion of their crops and meat to them. I asked if he would like my assistance, but he declined. He was a stubborn, yet compassionate, young boy. Researcher Hanesworth: What happened to them? SCP-5644: I was waiting for the boy when I saw the smoke. By the time I arrived the farm had nearly burned down. I desperately looked for the boy and his family. It was too late… he was huddling the livestock and covered in gashes, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious. I tried to save him but… he gently touched my jaw and smiled. Researcher Hanesworth: I'm… I'm so sorry… SCP-5644: Don't be, this happened well over a thousand years ago. I'm sure that even with the miracles your people can perform, nothing could save him. But it still hurts, you know. Researcher Hanesworth: I know how you feel. When you work a job like this you need to get used to not seeing your friends the next day. And it's always the people you care about too… SCP-5644: Grief is shared among all beings. I am sorry for your losses. Researcher Hanesworth: You know SCP-5644, I think that- SCP-5644: SCP-5644? What is that? Researcher Hanesworth: Oh, uh, that's what me and my superiors call you. Consider it a tag. SCP-5644: Well between us you can call me by the name given to me by your kind some few thousand years ago. Researcher Hanesworth: And what would that name be? SCP-5644: Oh, my apologies! Long ago, they called me Sobek. Researcher Hanesworth: Woah! Like the deity? SCP-5644: I suppose, although I've never considered myself one. (Hanesworth's guards can be heard calling for him in the background) Researcher Hanesworth: Damn it, has it been an hour already? SCP-5644: It would appear we've been interrupted again. I did enjoy our chat. Researcher Hanesworth: You don't need to leave, I can convince them to leave us alone. SCP-5644: I have matters to attend to anyhow. Researcher Hanesworth: But what about the food? SCP-5644: Leave it for the others. But you'll no longer need it to converse with me. Take care Hanesworth. <End Log> Closing Statement: After this interview, researcher Hanesworth requested that the armed guards do not come to him unless he calls for them. Given SCP-5644's behavior towards Hanesworth, this request was granted. Researcher Hanesworth and SCP-5644 would meet frequently for the remainder of 1997. The frequency of these meetings, as well as the growing relationship between Hanesworth and SCP-5644, prompted an internal investigation into Researcher Hanesworth's conduct. The investigation concluded on 02-05-1998 and found that Hanesworth was fraternizing with an anomalous entity, and was subsequently reprimanded. Hanesworth was removed from his position but was allowed to continue to interview SCP-5644 once a month under close supervision. Subsequent interviews offered significantly more insight into SCP-5644. Addendum.2 - Incident-5644: On 07-13-20██ Lake Kyoga's waterline significantly diminished, extending the shoreline by nearly a kilometer. This caused significant flooding across much of the Nile River and its tributaries. Determining SCP-5644 to be the cause, MTF Lambda-9 "Osiris's Hand" and MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" were deployed to all affected areas. Disguised as UN Peacekeepers and members of the Red Cross, both task forces evacuated civilians in the area. MTF Lambda-9 scanned the area of Lake Kyoga in search of SCP-5644. On 07-15-20██ a small team accompanied by Senior Researcher Hanesworth located SCP-5644 on a shoreline near Bukungu. The following was recorded on L9 Alpha-1's helmet-mounted camera. ▷ Encounter 5644-20██-3 ▽ Encounter 5644-20██-3 <Begin Log> (Sounds of the audio capture being turned on can be heard. Image capture shows SCP-5644 laying on a riverbank, showing moderate injuries, resting. Senior researcher Hanesworth can be seen running towards SCP-5644.) L9 Alpha-1: Hanesworth calm yourself! It could be hostile! Hanesworth: Can it! It could be worse than it looks! Alpha-1: Sir, even if that were the case, we need to report this to command. Hanesworth: Even so, he needs treatment now! (L9 Alpha-1 looks around to his other squad members. After some hesitation, he points towards Alpha-3 and Alpha-5) L9 Alpha01: Three, call in for medical! Five come with me to help this thing! (Alpha-1 and Alpha-5 run towards Hanesworth and SCP-5644, and begin to apply medical aid. Hanesworth can be seen near SCP-5644's head comforting it.) Hanesworth: It'll be alright, you'll be given good care. SCP-5644: Then what, will they 'contain' me like the rest? Hanesworth: They couldn't even if they wanted. It's way less of a risk for them to let you be. (there is silence for next few seconds as Alpha-1 and 5 continue medical aid.) Hanesworth: What happened here…? SCP-5644: She was attempting to abuse the river. I had to put an end to it. Hanesworth: Whoever it was, we could have helped you. SCP-5644: I appreciate your concern, but the responsibility is mine and mine alone. Hanesworth: This is exactly what I was worried about! What if you need to be in two places at once? You've already admitted that times are changing. Just say the word… (SCP-5644 bellows, startling Alpha-1 and 5.) SCP-5644: I will consider. Return to the normal shoreline, the lake will fill in soon. (Alpha-1 then looks over SCP-5644's back, and notices the waterline beginning to slowly rise and turns towards Hanesworth.) Alpha-1: Sir, we need to leave. By the time medical comes, we'll be underwater. Hanesworth: He needs treatment! SCP-5644: I'll be fine my friend. This isn't my first encounter with her, and it won't be the last. Now go. (Alpha-1 and 5 finish their medical treatment and begin to pull away Hanesworth as the water approaches their feet. Hanesworth initially resists but is eventually coerced by Alpha-5. Alpha-1 orders the team to return to the vehicle. Alpha-1 turns back as they approach the vehicle and watch the water rise above SCP-5644 and quicken its rise. Alpha-1 enters the vehicle and it drives away from the waterline. The audio and visual feed is cut off moments later by Alpha-1.) <End Log> Report on Incident-5644: ▷ Report ▽ Report From our intelligence, Incident-5644 began as an unknown entity, described as having the head of a crocodile and the body of a lion and hippopotamus5, attempted to alter the entire Laky Kyoga area. SCP-5644 noticed this change due to its anomalous properties and headed towards the area. The subsequent drainage of Lake Kyoga was seemingly an attempt by SCP-5644 to stall and subvert the entity's progress. The flooding of other areas is seen as a side effect of this action. Eyewitness reports indicate that SCP-5644 and the unknown entity had been locked in combat for a few hours before Foundation personnel arrived. By the time Foundation forces arrived and secured the area, the unknown entity was not seen nor encountered. Class-A and Class-B amnestics were administered to the local population, and news outlets were led to believe the drainage and flooding were natural events. The actions of Senior Researcher Hanesworth and L9 Alpha were under review by the ethics committee. Yesterday they announced their actions of giving medical aid to an anomalous entity were justified, given the circumstances. Currently, SCP-5644 movements have returned to normal but a second Site may be needed in order to cover the vast range of SCP-5644's influence. In conclusion, if it were not for SCP-5644's actions the Foundation would have been faced with a Broken Veil scenario. Given its apparent nature, as well as the interaction with one of our senior staff, SCP-5644 appears to be benevolent and nonhostile. So long as no harm is done to Senior Researcher Hanesworth and contact between the two stays steady, we should not have to fear SCP-5644 turning hostile to the Foundation. - Site-95 Director William Orville Addendum.3 - Hanesworth's Journal: The following addendum contains an entry from Hanesworth's journal that document's a previously unknown encounter he had with SCP-5644. The entry is believed to be written prior to Incident-5644. ▷ Journal Entry ▽ Journal Entry Journal Entry #52 Today I met with Sobek. It had been a while since I had seen him. We hadn't had a chance to see each other as often as we used to since the O5 stuck their noses in. It was the middle of the night when I found Sobek again. It's not that hard to spot him, but damn does he look intimidating. When I approached he turned his head toward me, and at first, he didn't recognize me. Once I made him aware of my identity he seemed to relax a little and gestured me to move closer. After I sat near him, it was silent for a while. I finally broke it when I asked him 'what was it like being treated like a god?' A silly question for sure, but my curiosity had piqued its interest. He simply laughed and said that he never experienced it personally. His actions throughout the river were what caused him to be worshipped, not so much because he sought it. I then asked him 'then why do you call yourself Sobek?' He stated that it was the name they gave him, and he never had a name to address himself as before. Sobek said that since so many people were praying to him, the least he could do was accept the name. I wondered if the other Egyptian gods were real, to which he responded that he wasn't sure. He acknowledged the possibility of them existing, but he stated that he never met them. For a while, we just stared at the moon. We talked about many things. We talked about politics, history, biology, and even sports. We enlightened each other on so many things. After witnessing Sobek's wiseness and intelligence, a part of me began to think he really was a god. Then he told me of his concerns. With the world evolving, the number of threats was increasing. If there were two crises at once, he would have to leave one to suffer for longer than the other. I told him that the Foundation could help. We have plenty of assets not being used right now. He thanked me for my generosity but said that the river was his responsibility alone. I said that if he kept thinking like that, he would get lonely. Sobek stated that he already felt alone. After he met humanity, after guiding us out of Africa, he felt like he could change. But after that boy died he realized that he would outlive everyone he made friends with. His own kind feared him, even those that prayed to him every day held a degree of fear. Instead, he said, he would protect the region and guarantee the lives of future generations. I then asked him if we were friends. He laid there silently before answering we could be, but only if I recognized that we couldn't be for long. I said that didn't matter, and that if anything I wanted to be friends. I've never seen an SCP, let alone a giant crocodile, cry before. I didn't know how to hug something that big, but I think I did a pretty good job. We sat there for a while longer before he suddenly turned his head downriver and began to hiss. I asked what was wrong, and he said something is troubling the source. Before he left he said his goodbyes and said we would meet soon. As he disappeared beneath the surface of the water I began to worry that we wouldn't reunite, and if we did, it wouldn't be a happy reunion. Footnotes 1. As a result of the Sudanese Revolution, this is currently being done with the Transitional Military Council. 2. The most probable outcome will be that the Nile River, as well as its drainage basin, will undergo a desertification process. 3. Nile Crocodile. 4. African buffalo. 5. This description is similar to that of Ammit, an Ancient Egyptian demoness and goddess |
SCP-5645 | safe | 2/5645 LEVEL 2/5645 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5645 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5645 is stored in a standard cryogenic storage unit in Site-345. No tests are currently scheduled for it. Nils Wendler is to stay under surveillance and any possible anomalous events surrounding him are to be documented in this article. Description: SCP-5645 is a corpse of a child that is a biological clone of Nils Wendler, a 35-year-old unmarried office worker from Cologne, Germany. SCP-5645 is genetically identical to Wendler, as well as sharing several phenotypical traits such as a large birthmark on its right-hand wrist. While SCP-5645 anatomically resembles an 8-year-old male, it has been chemically dated to the year 1992, thus apparently having not chemically aged for 27 years. Discovery: SCP-5645 was found on the 24th of February, 2019 in the garbage disposal bin behind the apartment complex in which Nils Wendler resides. When local investigators conducted an autopsy on it, its chronological discrepancy was discovered, upon which the Foundation became alert to it. In the following investigation, nearby residents were interviewed for possible sightings of the body being placed in its place of discovery. During these, the visual resemblance to Nils Wendler was noticed and subsequent tests led to the SCP-Object designation. Wendler appears to be oblivious to the origin of SCP-5645. When confronted with it seemingly being his own corpse at a different age he initially appeared shocked, though he regained his composure quickly and expressed a desire to be left alone. Wendler was provisionally taken into custody and encouraged to give out any information that might be relevant to SCP-5645's appearance. Even after repeated interviews, Wendler refused to say anything about SCP-5645 and his unusual reaction upon its discovery. Upon being told of soon being amnestised and released back into his home, he only made one comment: Look, that thing out there? I lost it a long time ago, so it's no real surprise to see it turn up dead. But this is a personal issue. And honestly, at this point, it would be a great relief if you guys could make me forget about it having been me. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5645" by Crashington, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5645. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5646 | esoteric-class | The appearance of a Researcher Halliburton was determined to be unrelated to his disappearance. NOTICE TO FOUNDATION STAFF: SCP-5646 represents a Class VI Narrativistic Multiplex currently undergoing severe decoherence. In order to combat unwanted alterations, only essential information will be provided, which should not be assumed as the truth, regardless of relevance to consensus reality. PASSAGE INTO SCP-5646 IS STRONGLY DISCOURAGED |
SCP-5647 | thaumiel | Status update Containment breach ongoing since 23/06/34. Escaped anomalies: 2635 Current death toll estimate: 4,837,562,132 Deploy all remaining Foundation personnel to retake Site-19 ERROR: No combat-ready personnel are available at this time. Check current Foundation capabilities Current remaining unengaged combative personnel: 0 Current remaining Foundation outposts: 3 Check status of MTF Alpha-1 MTF Alpha-1 are all MIA and presumed dead following Operation "God Rebroken". Check status of the O5 Council O5-1 - Missing O5-2 - Dead O5-3 - Missing O5-4 - Missing O5-5 - Missing O5-6 - Active O5-7 - Dead O5-8 - Dead O5-9 - Missing O5-10 - Dead O5-11 - Dead O5-12 - Dead O5-13 - Dead Begin Procedure 5647-Ω Does the black moon howl? The black moon remembers What does the black moon remember? Nothing of this hell Beginning Procedure 5647-Ω ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5647" by Tracque_, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5647. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5648 | keter | by J Dune SCP-5648 - ALWAYS WITH TEETH! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5648 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo A room altered by SCP-5648 at the 2013 Annual Foundation Leadership Summit Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 R. Joseph Barrow J. Thomas Dune Zeta-10 "Molar Rats" SCP-5648 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5648 is uncontained and remains a present threat to Foundation security until feasible containment is achievable. In an attempt to combat SCP-5648's cerebral effects, all personnel are to undergo prolonged exposure to a Foundation-made cognitohazard intended to distill information on security, discerning fraudulent information, and clarifying the Foundation's hierarchy. The success of this effort remains pending. Personnel are to forward all personally addressed documentation relating to dental health to SCP-5648's research team for review. No efforts should be made to acknowledge the requests in this documentation without approval. Compensation towards personnel affected by SCP-5648 will be distributed at the discretion of the Foundation Human Resources department. Description: SCP-5648 is a humanoid entity resembling a bespectacled, elderly white male. SCP-5648's skin is remarkably dry, causing it to peel and produce a significant amount of flakes upon movement or physical contact with others. SCP-5648 is capable of speech, visual, and auditory perception, though the degree of sophistication in which SCP-5648 performs these functions and perceives the world remains unclear. SCP-5648 is capable of an indiscernible level of reality restructuring, and has been observed to alter locations extradimensionally, manifest objects, change its physiology, and appear in locations at-will. SCP-5648 targets a single Foundation personnel at a time, exclusively appearing in locations of significance to their victim.1 When manifested, SCP-5648's main anomalous effect concerns those it is not targeting, causing them to believe that SCP-5648 is a legitimate member of the Foundation who uses the surname 'Rockefeller'. SCP-5648's title and supposed position within the Foundation is dependent on context2 , but is not questioned by those under the entity's influence. In actuality, SCP-5648's attempts at deception are poor in construction and often recognized as such by its victim. SCP-5648 will then attempt, through a variety of means3, to coerce its target into allowing the entity to examine their oral cavity, citing that its apparent authority requires personnel to comply with its demands. SCP-5648 has also been observed to forgo attempts at formalities entirely and forcibly examine the mouths of targeted personnel. If successful, SCP-5648 will indiscriminately remove a tooth from the target's mouth, and promptly demanifest itself. SCP-5648 will repeat this process with another Foundation personnel shortly after. The motivation behind SCP-5648's pattern of behavior is unknown. Addendum.5648.1: Discovery On 2012/05/12, Foundation Agent Matsumura received the following document in a batch of mail addressed to his house. Believing it to be suspicious, Matsumura submitted the letter for review at Area-179. A transcription can be found below. OFFICIAL REQUEST FROM HIGH FIVE COUNCIL YOUR WORK IN THE ANOMALY HAS BEEN HARD YESTERDAY, SO WHY NOT ORAL? YOU ARE GIVEN FREE ORAL EXAMINATION REQUIRED BY GOD. DENTAL HEALTHCARE PACKAGE. DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER (ALWAYS WITH TEETH) WILL SEE YOU IN WING A-21 TO CHECK YOU OUT. WOAH, THIS AIN'T YOUR GRANDPA, BUT IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH. YOU'RE THE BEST BOY! —- DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER (ALWAYS WITH TEETH) Accompanying this was a supplementary series of letters that successively listed Agent Matsumura's social security number, credit card information, online usernames and passwords4, and an extensive, 15 page log of Matsumura's internet history. This was also signed by SCP-5648, and has been omitted from this file for security purposes. Shortly after, Agent Matsumura was scheduled to meet with a representative from Area-179's Human Resources department. An audiovisual transcript can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous dialogue has been removed. Agent Matsumura: I'm worried, and I think I have the right to be. I mean, my credit card, where I work, every… website I've visited on the internet. God, I just don't know who would do something like this— Mrs. Chobik: Hey, hey, we know. It's okay to be frightened. A request from such high up can be alarming for personnel who aren't used to that sort of thing. Agent Matsumura: Fucking what? Mrs. Chobik: The good news is that we reviewed the documents, and there's nothing out of the ordinary about them. While Dr. Rockefeller can be a bit… forward with his requests, he is an established member our organization and a champion of humanitarian causes. Just last year he— Agent Matsumura: Excuse me, just— he knows my fucking FurAffinity log-in. Do you know what that is? Mrs. Chobik: The unfortunate reality of your situation is that it's been determined by administration that you need dental care. There's no two ways about it when it's coming from a place as high up as Dr. Rockefeller! (Laughs) I'm sure he'd apologize for scaring you if you talked about it. Agent Matsumura: I can't believe this. Mandatory dental care! No one has ever gotten their teeth checked out on the Foundation's dime unless there was a oralhazard or some bullshit they could get data from. Is that what this is? If I need testing, you can just say so. I've been in the shit, I've been tested before, and every time I've been tested, they've at least been transparent about it. Mrs. Chobik: Well, we can push the issue to a higher channel if you really want, but things aren't looking good for— The phone on Chobik's desk rings. She picks it up, and answers. Mrs. Chobik: Yeah, I'm with him now. (Pause) Sure, whenever you can. Agent Matsumura: Who is that? Who the hell is that? SCP-5648, dressed in appropriate work attire for a Foundation researcher, hurriedly emerges from the office closet, panting heavily. As the entity moves, flakes of dead skin fall from its body. SCP-5648: (Screaming) DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER! Agent Matsumura, startled, nearly falls off of the chair. Mrs. Chobik: Oh, doc, you're here. I believe Agent Matsumura has a scheduled appointment with you? Agent Matsumura: O—Oh my god. SCP-5648: Says here you gotta get those chompers checked, fuck-a-roo! Open your mouth! Open your mouth! (SCP-5648 nods rapidly) Agent Matsumura: Who the fuck are you? SCP-5648: I'm everyone's grandpa! I'm over-easy, sunny-side-up, and scrambled, scrambled, scrambled! Detection! Ding! SCP-5648 moves towards Matsumura, covering as much distance as possible with each step. Matsumura gets out of his seat and backs himself into the corner as the entity leans over him. SCP-5648: It's not gonna hurt! It'll be better by the time I'm married! I brushed my body last night, why don't we brush yours! (SCP-5648 nods rapidly, causing flakes of skin to land on Matsumura) Agent Matsumura dives between SCP-5648's legs, attempting to escape. Matsumura then runs out of the office. SCP-5648 bends over, and unsuccessfully performs a flip. Landing on the ground, SCP-5648 uses both its hands and legs for mobility, and scurries from the room. [END LOG] Following this, Agent Matsumura fled Area-179 and promptly drove to his residence. After securing the home, Matsumura observed outside of his second floor window for 8 hours before retiring. The following log is transcribed from surveillance footage, captured shortly after Matsumura had cooked himself a meal. [BEGIN LOG] Matsumura walks from his kitchen to his bathroom. He is clearly distressed, and hesitates as he opens the door. Turning the lights on, he proceeds to the sink, where he applies toothpaste to a brush. Several seconds pass as Matsumura brushes his teeth. The shower door slams open, shattering it in the process. SCP-5648 stands in the shower. Curiously, the entity is dripping wet, despite being fully clothed. SCP-5648: I'm corrupt. Matsumura screams and throws a small mirror at SCP-5648. It smashes against SCP-5648's face, but does not cause noticeable damage to the entity. A large amount of dead skin flakes fall from its body. SCP-5648 looks at the surveillance camera positioned in the bathroom. SCP-5648: That's the theme. Agent Matsumura: Please, please just stop. What do you even want? To look at my teeth? Like this? (Opens mouth) Aaauuuugh! SCP-5648 runs over to Matsumura. It begins to vibrate intensely upon inspecting his mouth. SCP-5648: Doctor Rockefeller! I'm always with teeth! The surrounding area suddenly changes to a room with yellow walls. Matsumura finds himself strapped to a chair, vocalizing distressed cries. SCP-5648 is now dressed in an outfit resembling that of a stereotypical dentist. Agent Matsumura: Please! Please just get this over with! SCP-5648 brandishes a comically large screwdriver. SCP-5648: The doctor is in! Matsumura screams. As SCP-5648 approaches, more flakes fall from its body, some into Matsumura's mouth as the entity hovers over his face. He gags. SCP-5648: There's a lot more where that came from! Matsumura headbutts SCP-5648, causing the entity to howl in pain and stumble backwards in an exaggerated manner. SCP-5648 falls over, and the surrounding environment takes its previous shape, that being Matsumura's bathroom. Now free from his restraints, Matsumura runs out of the bathroom, accidentally stepping on glass left from the shattered door and mirror. He flees from the house, screaming. [END LOG] Matsumura continued to drive aimlessly in his car for four hours before getting a phone call from Area-179's security director. She informed Matsumura that they had seen the footage from earlier, and were investigating SCP-5648. Presumably, the entity had demanifested itself shortly after Matsumura fled his house, causing its memetic field to fall, and for Foundation personnel to recognize the entity's anomalous significance. Matsumura drove to Area-179 and was promptly quarantined in a room surrounded by a security detail. After relaying his account of the day's events and viewing footage from earlier, documentation of SCP-5648 was written. Matsumura's quarantine lasted a full week. In that time, several other accounts of SCP-5648 targeting Foundation personnel emerged, allowing for a more holistic view of the anomaly's effects and behavioral patterns, which were noticeably similar to Matsumura's experiences. On 2012/07/02, Matsumura testified before the Overseer Council regarding his field work on SCP-████'s continuing advance. A transcript can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Matsumura: Unfortunately, our options are slim. I've consulted with the Analytics department and they produced the numbers. This could be the catalyst to a full-scale lifting of the Veil. O5-09: Fascinating. Begin the presentation. Agent Matsumura: As you wish, sir. The gear's outside, I can— O5-09: That won't be necessary. The guard will bring it in. A helmeted Foundation security officer enters the room, wheeling in a large projector and a laptop. Agent Matsumura: I'll just need a minute to set up. The guard leaves, and Matsumura inserts a drive into the laptop. A slideshow presentation appears on the large screen behind him, detailing numerous charts and graphs. Agent Matsumura: As I was saying, the numbers indicate that we're going to sacrifice at least twelve times as more— The projector shorts out. Agent Matsumura: Oh, my apologies, sir. The projector vibrates intensely before SCP-5648 launches itself out of its lens, manipulating its shape to full size. SCP-5648: And the doctor is out! O5-09: Administrator Rockefeller? Agent Matsumura: No! The presiding members of the O5 council stand at attention, recognizing SCP-5648's apparent authority. O5-02: Is there anything we can assist you with, sir? O5-04: It's not like you to come barging in like that. SCP-5648 forcibly pulls Matsumura's jaw open. Matsumura attempts to resist, but is powerless within SCP-5648's grip. SCP-5648: Always with teeth! SCP-5648 rips the top third incisor from Matsumura's mouth using its fingers. The entity places it within its own mouth, and nods rapidly. Matsumura screams as he falls to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. SCP-5648 demanifests, disappearing from the room. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. This includes Secure Facilities, domestic life, and field locations where the victim is assigned. 2. SCP-5648 has identified itself as: Doctor, Senior Researcher, Overseer, and 'Grinch' 3. Including forgery, blackmail, and usage of Foundation systems and practices 4. Including SCiPnet credentials ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5648" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5648. Licensed under CC-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: 53250235_767c56f97c_b.jpg Name: Crazy old man Author: Carl Johan License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: Screenshot_2021-03-23 CC Search.png Name: Dentist sign Author: LHOON License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr |
SCP-5648 | uncontained | by J Dune SCP-5648 - ALWAYS WITH TEETH! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5648 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo A room altered by SCP-5648 at the 2013 Annual Foundation Leadership Summit Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 R. Joseph Barrow J. Thomas Dune Zeta-10 "Molar Rats" SCP-5648 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5648 is uncontained and remains a present threat to Foundation security until feasible containment is achievable. In an attempt to combat SCP-5648's cerebral effects, all personnel are to undergo prolonged exposure to a Foundation-made cognitohazard intended to distill information on security, discerning fraudulent information, and clarifying the Foundation's hierarchy. The success of this effort remains pending. Personnel are to forward all personally addressed documentation relating to dental health to SCP-5648's research team for review. No efforts should be made to acknowledge the requests in this documentation without approval. Compensation towards personnel affected by SCP-5648 will be distributed at the discretion of the Foundation Human Resources department. Description: SCP-5648 is a humanoid entity resembling a bespectacled, elderly white male. SCP-5648's skin is remarkably dry, causing it to peel and produce a significant amount of flakes upon movement or physical contact with others. SCP-5648 is capable of speech, visual, and auditory perception, though the degree of sophistication in which SCP-5648 performs these functions and perceives the world remains unclear. SCP-5648 is capable of an indiscernible level of reality restructuring, and has been observed to alter locations extradimensionally, manifest objects, change its physiology, and appear in locations at-will. SCP-5648 targets a single Foundation personnel at a time, exclusively appearing in locations of significance to their victim.1 When manifested, SCP-5648's main anomalous effect concerns those it is not targeting, causing them to believe that SCP-5648 is a legitimate member of the Foundation who uses the surname 'Rockefeller'. SCP-5648's title and supposed position within the Foundation is dependent on context2 , but is not questioned by those under the entity's influence. In actuality, SCP-5648's attempts at deception are poor in construction and often recognized as such by its victim. SCP-5648 will then attempt, through a variety of means3, to coerce its target into allowing the entity to examine their oral cavity, citing that its apparent authority requires personnel to comply with its demands. SCP-5648 has also been observed to forgo attempts at formalities entirely and forcibly examine the mouths of targeted personnel. If successful, SCP-5648 will indiscriminately remove a tooth from the target's mouth, and promptly demanifest itself. SCP-5648 will repeat this process with another Foundation personnel shortly after. The motivation behind SCP-5648's pattern of behavior is unknown. Addendum.5648.1: Discovery On 2012/05/12, Foundation Agent Matsumura received the following document in a batch of mail addressed to his house. Believing it to be suspicious, Matsumura submitted the letter for review at Area-179. A transcription can be found below. OFFICIAL REQUEST FROM HIGH FIVE COUNCIL YOUR WORK IN THE ANOMALY HAS BEEN HARD YESTERDAY, SO WHY NOT ORAL? YOU ARE GIVEN FREE ORAL EXAMINATION REQUIRED BY GOD. DENTAL HEALTHCARE PACKAGE. DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER (ALWAYS WITH TEETH) WILL SEE YOU IN WING A-21 TO CHECK YOU OUT. WOAH, THIS AIN'T YOUR GRANDPA, BUT IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH. YOU'RE THE BEST BOY! —- DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER (ALWAYS WITH TEETH) Accompanying this was a supplementary series of letters that successively listed Agent Matsumura's social security number, credit card information, online usernames and passwords4, and an extensive, 15 page log of Matsumura's internet history. This was also signed by SCP-5648, and has been omitted from this file for security purposes. Shortly after, Agent Matsumura was scheduled to meet with a representative from Area-179's Human Resources department. An audiovisual transcript can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous dialogue has been removed. Agent Matsumura: I'm worried, and I think I have the right to be. I mean, my credit card, where I work, every… website I've visited on the internet. God, I just don't know who would do something like this— Mrs. Chobik: Hey, hey, we know. It's okay to be frightened. A request from such high up can be alarming for personnel who aren't used to that sort of thing. Agent Matsumura: Fucking what? Mrs. Chobik: The good news is that we reviewed the documents, and there's nothing out of the ordinary about them. While Dr. Rockefeller can be a bit… forward with his requests, he is an established member our organization and a champion of humanitarian causes. Just last year he— Agent Matsumura: Excuse me, just— he knows my fucking FurAffinity log-in. Do you know what that is? Mrs. Chobik: The unfortunate reality of your situation is that it's been determined by administration that you need dental care. There's no two ways about it when it's coming from a place as high up as Dr. Rockefeller! (Laughs) I'm sure he'd apologize for scaring you if you talked about it. Agent Matsumura: I can't believe this. Mandatory dental care! No one has ever gotten their teeth checked out on the Foundation's dime unless there was a oralhazard or some bullshit they could get data from. Is that what this is? If I need testing, you can just say so. I've been in the shit, I've been tested before, and every time I've been tested, they've at least been transparent about it. Mrs. Chobik: Well, we can push the issue to a higher channel if you really want, but things aren't looking good for— The phone on Chobik's desk rings. She picks it up, and answers. Mrs. Chobik: Yeah, I'm with him now. (Pause) Sure, whenever you can. Agent Matsumura: Who is that? Who the hell is that? SCP-5648, dressed in appropriate work attire for a Foundation researcher, hurriedly emerges from the office closet, panting heavily. As the entity moves, flakes of dead skin fall from its body. SCP-5648: (Screaming) DOCTOR ROCKEFELLER! Agent Matsumura, startled, nearly falls off of the chair. Mrs. Chobik: Oh, doc, you're here. I believe Agent Matsumura has a scheduled appointment with you? Agent Matsumura: O—Oh my god. SCP-5648: Says here you gotta get those chompers checked, fuck-a-roo! Open your mouth! Open your mouth! (SCP-5648 nods rapidly) Agent Matsumura: Who the fuck are you? SCP-5648: I'm everyone's grandpa! I'm over-easy, sunny-side-up, and scrambled, scrambled, scrambled! Detection! Ding! SCP-5648 moves towards Matsumura, covering as much distance as possible with each step. Matsumura gets out of his seat and backs himself into the corner as the entity leans over him. SCP-5648: It's not gonna hurt! It'll be better by the time I'm married! I brushed my body last night, why don't we brush yours! (SCP-5648 nods rapidly, causing flakes of skin to land on Matsumura) Agent Matsumura dives between SCP-5648's legs, attempting to escape. Matsumura then runs out of the office. SCP-5648 bends over, and unsuccessfully performs a flip. Landing on the ground, SCP-5648 uses both its hands and legs for mobility, and scurries from the room. [END LOG] Following this, Agent Matsumura fled Area-179 and promptly drove to his residence. After securing the home, Matsumura observed outside of his second floor window for 8 hours before retiring. The following log is transcribed from surveillance footage, captured shortly after Matsumura had cooked himself a meal. [BEGIN LOG] Matsumura walks from his kitchen to his bathroom. He is clearly distressed, and hesitates as he opens the door. Turning the lights on, he proceeds to the sink, where he applies toothpaste to a brush. Several seconds pass as Matsumura brushes his teeth. The shower door slams open, shattering it in the process. SCP-5648 stands in the shower. Curiously, the entity is dripping wet, despite being fully clothed. SCP-5648: I'm corrupt. Matsumura screams and throws a small mirror at SCP-5648. It smashes against SCP-5648's face, but does not cause noticeable damage to the entity. A large amount of dead skin flakes fall from its body. SCP-5648 looks at the surveillance camera positioned in the bathroom. SCP-5648: That's the theme. Agent Matsumura: Please, please just stop. What do you even want? To look at my teeth? Like this? (Opens mouth) Aaauuuugh! SCP-5648 runs over to Matsumura. It begins to vibrate intensely upon inspecting his mouth. SCP-5648: Doctor Rockefeller! I'm always with teeth! The surrounding area suddenly changes to a room with yellow walls. Matsumura finds himself strapped to a chair, vocalizing distressed cries. SCP-5648 is now dressed in an outfit resembling that of a stereotypical dentist. Agent Matsumura: Please! Please just get this over with! SCP-5648 brandishes a comically large screwdriver. SCP-5648: The doctor is in! Matsumura screams. As SCP-5648 approaches, more flakes fall from its body, some into Matsumura's mouth as the entity hovers over his face. He gags. SCP-5648: There's a lot more where that came from! Matsumura headbutts SCP-5648, causing the entity to howl in pain and stumble backwards in an exaggerated manner. SCP-5648 falls over, and the surrounding environment takes its previous shape, that being Matsumura's bathroom. Now free from his restraints, Matsumura runs out of the bathroom, accidentally stepping on glass left from the shattered door and mirror. He flees from the house, screaming. [END LOG] Matsumura continued to drive aimlessly in his car for four hours before getting a phone call from Area-179's security director. She informed Matsumura that they had seen the footage from earlier, and were investigating SCP-5648. Presumably, the entity had demanifested itself shortly after Matsumura fled his house, causing its memetic field to fall, and for Foundation personnel to recognize the entity's anomalous significance. Matsumura drove to Area-179 and was promptly quarantined in a room surrounded by a security detail. After relaying his account of the day's events and viewing footage from earlier, documentation of SCP-5648 was written. Matsumura's quarantine lasted a full week. In that time, several other accounts of SCP-5648 targeting Foundation personnel emerged, allowing for a more holistic view of the anomaly's effects and behavioral patterns, which were noticeably similar to Matsumura's experiences. On 2012/07/02, Matsumura testified before the Overseer Council regarding his field work on SCP-████'s continuing advance. A transcript can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Matsumura: Unfortunately, our options are slim. I've consulted with the Analytics department and they produced the numbers. This could be the catalyst to a full-scale lifting of the Veil. O5-09: Fascinating. Begin the presentation. Agent Matsumura: As you wish, sir. The gear's outside, I can— O5-09: That won't be necessary. The guard will bring it in. A helmeted Foundation security officer enters the room, wheeling in a large projector and a laptop. Agent Matsumura: I'll just need a minute to set up. The guard leaves, and Matsumura inserts a drive into the laptop. A slideshow presentation appears on the large screen behind him, detailing numerous charts and graphs. Agent Matsumura: As I was saying, the numbers indicate that we're going to sacrifice at least twelve times as more— The projector shorts out. Agent Matsumura: Oh, my apologies, sir. The projector vibrates intensely before SCP-5648 launches itself out of its lens, manipulating its shape to full size. SCP-5648: And the doctor is out! O5-09: Administrator Rockefeller? Agent Matsumura: No! The presiding members of the O5 council stand at attention, recognizing SCP-5648's apparent authority. O5-02: Is there anything we can assist you with, sir? O5-04: It's not like you to come barging in like that. SCP-5648 forcibly pulls Matsumura's jaw open. Matsumura attempts to resist, but is powerless within SCP-5648's grip. SCP-5648: Always with teeth! SCP-5648 rips the top third incisor from Matsumura's mouth using its fingers. The entity places it within its own mouth, and nods rapidly. Matsumura screams as he falls to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. SCP-5648 demanifests, disappearing from the room. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. This includes Secure Facilities, domestic life, and field locations where the victim is assigned. 2. SCP-5648 has identified itself as: Doctor, Senior Researcher, Overseer, and 'Grinch' 3. Including forgery, blackmail, and usage of Foundation systems and practices 4. Including SCiPnet credentials ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5648" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5648. Licensed under CC-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: 53250235_767c56f97c_b.jpg Name: Crazy old man Author: Carl Johan License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: Screenshot_2021-03-23 CC Search.png Name: Dentist sign Author: LHOON License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr |
SCP-5649 | esoteric-class | Item#: 5649 Level3 Secondary Class: khonsu Disruption Class: keneq Disruption Class: {$edisruption-class} Risk Class: danger Risk Class: {$erisk-class} link to memo Photo of SCP-5649, taken by a Foundation image-capture probe on 10/22/15. Item-#: SCP-5649 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor the internet for mention(s) of an object matching the description of SCP-5649. Any evidence of SCP-5649's existence is to be erased, and amnestics given to astronomers attempting to research it. Description: SCP-5649 is a comet that appears in the solar system in approximately the same orbital path as Jupiter. SCP-5649 maintains a stable orbit around Jupiter, outside of demanifestation events.2 Recent scans by Foundation probes have shown that SCP-5649 is in fact a single object and that its mass does not reset with each reappearance. This means that SCP-5649 will melt completely sometime during its 2020-2023 rotation. During each reset, SCP-5649 will spontaneously vanish from its current position, and reappear opposite from Jupiter. The exact age of SCP-5649 is unknown, but chemical analysis of the recovered sample shows that it is at least 14,000 years old. Scans have also shown that SCP-5649 emits hyper-strands of Alpha radiation that reach 885139200 Kilometers long on average. As SCP-5649 gets older, the rate at which these are emitted increases exponentially.3 It is theorized that upon fully melting, SCP-5649 will let out a massive amount of these hyper-strands. If even one impacts earth, an area of at least 22.5km2will see a surge in radiation-related diseases comparable to a nuclear bombing unless safety measures are taken quickly. + Show Sample 5649-F-001 - Close Picture of sample 5649-F-001 taken by Project Head David Sanderson. Acquisition Report For Sample 5649-F-001: On 8/06/2017, a Foundation probe successfully broke off a piece of SCP-5649's outer shell. After collecting the sample, it was transferred to an automated materials shuttle and delivered to Lunar-Area-32. Transfer A32tS64—5649-F-001: Sample 5649-F-001 transferred from Area-32 to Site-64 as of 8/20/2017. Sample Description, Written by Project Head David Sanderson: Most of the sample is made of methane ice and a unique bismuth based-based compound, as previously shown by inspection of images from camera probes. On the outside face of the ice, there appears to be a layer of moss.4 Despite having minuscule exposure to sunlight and water, the moss was in perfect condition upon inspection. Several testing requests were made to learn more about the moss' durability but none were approved due to the small amount available. The sample is to be kept in radiological storage unit 44AB. Supplementary Incident Report 492847s83dS93m: On 5/██/2019, a heated argument between two junior researchers broke out, leading to full-on physical assault. The attacker (Jr Res Melinda Hauny) claimed that she had no intention of harming the victim, yet an Emerson-Smith pocket knife was found on her person when apprehended. Doctor Hauny has been temporarily relieved of employment and placed in psychological treatment facility H9. + Show Report SCP-5649-N - Close Document Addendum 5649-12: As of 0:00 GST on 1/1/2020, SCP-5649 has begun what will be its final orbit period. As of this addendum's writing, our predictions estimate the date of the anomaly's neutralization to be 3/18/21. Countdown-Addendum 5649-1: Date: 1/20/20. The mass of SCP-5649 has reached half of what it was exactly one year ago. Continuing to monitor. SCP-5649, 2 days before disappearance. Countdown-Addendum 5649-9: Date is 7/7/20. The mass of SCP-5649 is now half of what it was at the beginning of this year. Continuing to monitor. Request for a manned mission to study SCP-5649 was denied by Paraastrology director L. Wyrmwood. Countdown-Addendum 5649-12: Date is 11/1/20. The size of SCP-5649 is one-millionth that of Pluto's. The new estimate is 2/2/2021. Request for a manned mission once again denied by Director Wyrmwood. Automated Neutralization Order 5649a342es: Date and Time: 16:56 GST, 2/2/21. Neutralization Report filed for SCP-5649 by Project Head David Sanderson at 13:25 the same day. Report received and filed as ordered by Research Administrator Vincent Jenson. Radiation death-burst detected from object's last location. Stand by for further instructions. Incident 5649-ARiM: At 13:55 GST on 2/2/21, one of the last hyper-strands from SCP-5649's radioactive death-burst impacted somewhere in the town of Spencer, Iowa. Within 3 hours, 70% of the town's residents were displaying symptoms of acute radiation disorder. Over the following month, over 4,000 deaths were reported among them, with long-term effects guaranteed for at least the next 50 years. A lifted-veil situation was avoided by a joint effort between the United States Department of Homeland Security and MTF-Chi-2 "Becquerel's Bullies" to disregard the spontaneous radiation as a Broken Arrow Incident gone wrong.5 Note: This anomaly was neutralized on 13:21 GST, 2/2/21. Despite our best efforts, Foundation resources were not able to launch a single successful mission to conduct in-person research on the anomaly. Personnel with a clearance level of 3, stand by for further analysis. Level four personnel contact RAISA for further information. + Enter Level 4+ Credentials - Credentials Accepted Note from Paraastronomy Director Layla Wyrmwood's Journal: Oh another thing about 5649. My working theory is that the already radioactive bismuth had been amplified by trace amounts of countless elements. The moss may have been a microflora that adapted over thousands of years into what it is now: perfectly suited to the conditions it faced. What I can't figure out is how it (the microflora) got there in the first place. I'm counting the reset-loop as a lost cause. We missed our chance at figuring out what's causing it, and the moss isn't talking. If only radiation worked as it does in movies… Dr. Sanderson seems to be upset about the whole situation and has taken to blaming me for our lack of direct research. He doesn't seem to get that a manned research mission would take lots of time and money. The two things our department doesn't have enough of. Footnotes 1. The item is expected to be neutralized shortly by uncontrollable circumstances, making research a high priority. 2. Wherein SCP-5649 will vanish and reappear on the opposite side of Jupiter — along an identical orbital path — at 1200 GST on the first of January. The speed of orbit is theorized to be twice that of Jupiter's. 3. f(t)=10,000,000(5.0)t, where t represents days since discovery. 4. Non-Bryophyta, Specific species non-native to Earth. 5. Mobile Task Force Chi-2 is dispatched when civilian areas have been affected by extreme radiological hazards. Where MTF-Beta-7 Is mainly military operations, Chi-2 deals strictly with cleanup and public health. |
SCP-5649 | uncontained | Item#: 5649 Level3 Secondary Class: khonsu Disruption Class: keneq Disruption Class: {$edisruption-class} Risk Class: danger Risk Class: {$erisk-class} link to memo Photo of SCP-5649, taken by a Foundation image-capture probe on 10/22/15. Item-#: SCP-5649 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor the internet for mention(s) of an object matching the description of SCP-5649. Any evidence of SCP-5649's existence is to be erased, and amnestics given to astronomers attempting to research it. Description: SCP-5649 is a comet that appears in the solar system in approximately the same orbital path as Jupiter. SCP-5649 maintains a stable orbit around Jupiter, outside of demanifestation events.2 Recent scans by Foundation probes have shown that SCP-5649 is in fact a single object and that its mass does not reset with each reappearance. This means that SCP-5649 will melt completely sometime during its 2020-2023 rotation. During each reset, SCP-5649 will spontaneously vanish from its current position, and reappear opposite from Jupiter. The exact age of SCP-5649 is unknown, but chemical analysis of the recovered sample shows that it is at least 14,000 years old. Scans have also shown that SCP-5649 emits hyper-strands of Alpha radiation that reach 885139200 Kilometers long on average. As SCP-5649 gets older, the rate at which these are emitted increases exponentially.3 It is theorized that upon fully melting, SCP-5649 will let out a massive amount of these hyper-strands. If even one impacts earth, an area of at least 22.5km2will see a surge in radiation-related diseases comparable to a nuclear bombing unless safety measures are taken quickly. + Show Sample 5649-F-001 - Close Picture of sample 5649-F-001 taken by Project Head David Sanderson. Acquisition Report For Sample 5649-F-001: On 8/06/2017, a Foundation probe successfully broke off a piece of SCP-5649's outer shell. After collecting the sample, it was transferred to an automated materials shuttle and delivered to Lunar-Area-32. Transfer A32tS64—5649-F-001: Sample 5649-F-001 transferred from Area-32 to Site-64 as of 8/20/2017. Sample Description, Written by Project Head David Sanderson: Most of the sample is made of methane ice and a unique bismuth based-based compound, as previously shown by inspection of images from camera probes. On the outside face of the ice, there appears to be a layer of moss.4 Despite having minuscule exposure to sunlight and water, the moss was in perfect condition upon inspection. Several testing requests were made to learn more about the moss' durability but none were approved due to the small amount available. The sample is to be kept in radiological storage unit 44AB. Supplementary Incident Report 492847s83dS93m: On 5/██/2019, a heated argument between two junior researchers broke out, leading to full-on physical assault. The attacker (Jr Res Melinda Hauny) claimed that she had no intention of harming the victim, yet an Emerson-Smith pocket knife was found on her person when apprehended. Doctor Hauny has been temporarily relieved of employment and placed in psychological treatment facility H9. + Show Report SCP-5649-N - Close Document Addendum 5649-12: As of 0:00 GST on 1/1/2020, SCP-5649 has begun what will be its final orbit period. As of this addendum's writing, our predictions estimate the date of the anomaly's neutralization to be 3/18/21. Countdown-Addendum 5649-1: Date: 1/20/20. The mass of SCP-5649 has reached half of what it was exactly one year ago. Continuing to monitor. SCP-5649, 2 days before disappearance. Countdown-Addendum 5649-9: Date is 7/7/20. The mass of SCP-5649 is now half of what it was at the beginning of this year. Continuing to monitor. Request for a manned mission to study SCP-5649 was denied by Paraastrology director L. Wyrmwood. Countdown-Addendum 5649-12: Date is 11/1/20. The size of SCP-5649 is one-millionth that of Pluto's. The new estimate is 2/2/2021. Request for a manned mission once again denied by Director Wyrmwood. Automated Neutralization Order 5649a342es: Date and Time: 16:56 GST, 2/2/21. Neutralization Report filed for SCP-5649 by Project Head David Sanderson at 13:25 the same day. Report received and filed as ordered by Research Administrator Vincent Jenson. Radiation death-burst detected from object's last location. Stand by for further instructions. Incident 5649-ARiM: At 13:55 GST on 2/2/21, one of the last hyper-strands from SCP-5649's radioactive death-burst impacted somewhere in the town of Spencer, Iowa. Within 3 hours, 70% of the town's residents were displaying symptoms of acute radiation disorder. Over the following month, over 4,000 deaths were reported among them, with long-term effects guaranteed for at least the next 50 years. A lifted-veil situation was avoided by a joint effort between the United States Department of Homeland Security and MTF-Chi-2 "Becquerel's Bullies" to disregard the spontaneous radiation as a Broken Arrow Incident gone wrong.5 Note: This anomaly was neutralized on 13:21 GST, 2/2/21. Despite our best efforts, Foundation resources were not able to launch a single successful mission to conduct in-person research on the anomaly. Personnel with a clearance level of 3, stand by for further analysis. Level four personnel contact RAISA for further information. + Enter Level 4+ Credentials - Credentials Accepted Note from Paraastronomy Director Layla Wyrmwood's Journal: Oh another thing about 5649. My working theory is that the already radioactive bismuth had been amplified by trace amounts of countless elements. The moss may have been a microflora that adapted over thousands of years into what it is now: perfectly suited to the conditions it faced. What I can't figure out is how it (the microflora) got there in the first place. I'm counting the reset-loop as a lost cause. We missed our chance at figuring out what's causing it, and the moss isn't talking. If only radiation worked as it does in movies… Dr. Sanderson seems to be upset about the whole situation and has taken to blaming me for our lack of direct research. He doesn't seem to get that a manned research mission would take lots of time and money. The two things our department doesn't have enough of. Footnotes 1. The item is expected to be neutralized shortly by uncontrollable circumstances, making research a high priority. 2. Wherein SCP-5649 will vanish and reappear on the opposite side of Jupiter — along an identical orbital path — at 1200 GST on the first of January. The speed of orbit is theorized to be twice that of Jupiter's. 3. f(t)=10,000,000(5.0)t, where t represents days since discovery. 4. Non-Bryophyta, Specific species non-native to Earth. 5. Mobile Task Force Chi-2 is dispatched when civilian areas have been affected by extreme radiological hazards. Where MTF-Beta-7 Is mainly military operations, Chi-2 deals strictly with cleanup and public health. |
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Item #: SCP-5650 Special Containment Procedures: Five kilograms of salmon are to be delivered to the Department of Tactical Mathematics (DTM) at Site-155 every month for research into SCP-5650. After experimentation and taste-testing, all instances of salmon are to be incinerated. Academic developments concerning the Banach-Tarski theorem1 are to be monitored and guided in order to conceal the existence of SCP-5650. Description: SCP-5650 is a physical implementation of the Banach-Tarski theorem, primarily involving several methods of cutting salmon (Salmo salar). When a whole salmon is cut in specific ways, its pieces can be rearranged to produce other salmon of varying sizes2. SCP-5650 is detailed in the book 'Angles of Salmon', purportedly written by a 'Terenz Tau'. Said book focuses on enhancing salmon-based cuisine via exotic mathematical concepts. The Foundation's main interest in SCP-5650 lies in the fact that its methods could cause secondary anomalous effects when they are modified using derivative models and equations of the theorem. There is a large potential in researching them, especially for enhancing material production and resource management. Using advanced computational algorithms and precise cutting equipment, other derivative methods have been determined and performed. The notable effects of these derivative methods are listed below, along with the number of cuts needed for causing them. Date: 05/05/2020 No. of Cuts: 625 Effect: Five salmon similarly-sized to the original are produced. Note: Under my supervision, the DTM hopes to prove that mathematical laws can be manipulated to serve the Foundation's goals, focusing on their predictability and rigidity. For now, we will focus on enlarging and contorting the salmon. - O5-5 Isagani Morales. Date: 05/06/2025 No. of Cuts: 13165 Effect: 25 pieces of salmon are produced; they have an average size that is 450 percent greater than the original sample, while they decompose 65 percent slower than expected. However, these are safe for consumption, though the flavor is stated to be too bland. Date: 06/15/2030 No. of Cuts: 1025 Effect: With no noticeable effects, 15 salmon were produced. Taste-testing using D-Class personnel reveals favorable taste. However, most of the D-Class personnel fell ill five minutes later, with them vomiting and suffering from diarrhea; Analysis of the remaining salmon reveals that these had an average of 135 grams of Salmonella enterica inside them, despite earlier measurements showing only around five grams. Measurement systems are rechecked, with them showing larger margins of error. DTM NOTICE In light of the last experiment, research into SCP-5650 is to be conducted inside an enhanced adaptive containment chamber, with conceptual safeguards. Testing is to now focus on derivative methods that have large potential for resolving or altering concept-based anomalies to the Foundation's benefit. -O5-5 Isagani Morales Date: 06/15/2035 No. of Cuts: 15625 Effect: Five salmon with the same size as the original are produced. These possess several topological3 anomalies, which have principles deemed to be practical for enhancing adaptive containment chambers. Analysis of these anomalies with consideration to the Banach-Salmon theorem has revealed several means of producing more derivative methods. Meanwhile, mathematical models using the principles of set theory4 have been incorrectly performing, despite proofs showing that they should do so. Date: 05/10/2040 No. of Cuts: 5555 Effect: The arrangement and nature of the 625 salmon produced indicate alleviation of problems related to set theory, indicating that methods can be used to counter damage to baseline mathematics. Further testing is approved. Date: 06/25/2045 No. of Cuts: 5005 Effect: Analysis of the 55 salmon produced results in the creation of a complete salmon-derived counterexample to the Salmon-Salmon theorem. In response to this, the DTM has produced a corresponding model to apply this counterexample for furthering baseline mathematics to go 'upstream'5. Meanwhile, testing is to continue in order to reverse conceptual damage via the use of new theorems, under the DTM's belief of mathematical rigidity6. Date: 06/15/2050 No. of Cuts: 5055 Effect: The 55 salmon produced can be seen as minimal counterexamples to the Salmon-Tarski theorem. Sensors reported fluctuating readings of salmon floating around inside the containment chamber; upon testing, these did not adhere to the Salmon-Tarski theorem, and taste-testing elicited varying opinions. Later on, these salmon indicate that baseline mathematics and reality are moving 'upstream'. Class-A DTM protocols are to now be initiated. Further testing is required to test and manipulate this result. Date: 03/20/2055 No. of Cuts: 5 Effect: Theorems produced afterwards violently push upstream, causing other theorems and mathematical concepts to be crushed7. Footnotes 1. This shows that one mathematically-defined sphere can be divided into two or more similarly-sized versions of itself. 2. These methods are not applicable to salmon that have been already cut into pieces; the limits of what constitutes a 'whole' salmon, however, is still being investigated. 3. Relating to geometrical properties that are noticed under continuous deformation, such as twisting and bending. 4. The basis of the Banach-Salmon theorem 5. More predictable but can still be easily manipulated. 6. Concepts can be easily studied and reconstructed from the present state using predictable mathematical laws. 7. Suspected to be due to physical violations of set theory reaching breaking point. |
SCP-5651 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-5651 Special Containment Procedures: Undercover personnel within various national and international space programs are to plant the file Binary_Star.aic in both the hardware of the control centers and components of all launched projects. Interstellar Foundation projects are forbidden to enter the Omicron-5651 sector. Foundation AI Binary Star will intercept and save all data about SCP-5651 in the Foundation database and summarily delete it from non-Foundation records. SCP-5651-1 is currently contained within SCP-5651. Foundation staff are to be alerted when changes in the shape of SCP-5651 or the behavior of SCP-5651-1 are observed. SCP-5651 Description: SCP-5651 is a bronze-coloured planet with a partially ruptured crust, orbiting the only star within its vicinity. There are no other celestial bodies, nebula, or spatial phenomena near SCP-5651 in a radius of circa 30,7 megaparsec.2 This supervoid3, centered around SCP-5651 has been designated Omicron-5651 in official records. SCP-5651 currently serves as what is assumed to be a prison for SCP-5651-1. How SCP-5651-1 was originally contained is yet unknown, as is the identity of the responsible party. It has been hypothesized that SCP-5651 was displaced from its original orbit for this explicit purpose. SCP-5651-1 is an entity of unknown origin that is partially melted into the core of SCP-5651 and remains visible through the fissures throughout the crust. It has displayed the capability to manipulate gravitational forces and to survive under extreme conditions.4 The crust of SCP-5651 can be seen moving due to the gravitational forces it is subjected to when SCP-5651-1 actively tries to leave its current condition. As a result of the high temperature in the core, SCP-5651-1 glows orange to bright yellow depending on its movements. Analyses of its silhouette, combined with magnified images, have shown that SCP-5651-1 has the form of a severely underweight humanoid with six limbs; two legs and four arms. SCP-5651-1 possesses four eye sockets that emanate bright, white light that can be seen as it attempts to move. Its dorsal openly shows its vertebrae where an unidentified crystal ore grows out of. Obtaining a crystal could aid in determining the age of both the anomaly and the entity from its length, composition, and trapped ashes and sedimentary rocks. An asteroid and debris moving towards Omicron-5651 after a chain collision. Discovery: On 25 February 1955, the Foundation launched probes from the Beholder line into space to detect and study extraterrestrial anomalies. On 3 February 1984, Beholder-11 observed a sector with a lack of spatial objects where theoretically a new supercluster should have begun.5 The probe's course was altered to observe this phenomenon more closely. On 7 May 2017, Beholder-11 arrived at the border of Omicron-5651, indicated by asteroids outside the border slowly floating towards SCP-5651. After scanning the surroundings, SCP-5651 was discovered. For three days, asteroids that collided and entered Omicron-5651 were observed to be attracted to the fissured side of SCP-5651. The concealed silhouette of an entity, later designated SCP-5651-1, was observed beneath the crust. Further observation discovered scratches and other damage inflicted on the inner rock layer. Addendum-1: On May 11th 2017, Beholder-11 entered the Omicron-5651 sector after a chain collision displaced the asteroid it was stationed on. After this, SCP-5651-1 was observed partially emerging from within SCP-5651. Logs of the event are below. Foreword: Dr. Martha Stills and Dr. Caroline Steynburg were the assigned researchers to the Beholder-11 probe. Dr. Steynburg attended a meeting with Site Director Mathias Reimagg. <Begin Log> A siren is ringing for 2 minutes. Dr. Steynburg: So, mind filling me in on the annoying ringing? I already got a headache from Reimagg and this is splitting my head in two. Dr. Stills: Looks like someone needs a nicotine kick. Anyway, I'm doing a system check. Probably some stupid debris that floated into some scanner again. Dr. Steynburg: Well, the siren still hasn't stopped. Any damages on the probe? Dr. Stills: Everything is operational and the battery is on 78%. We are floating but the landing gear is not yet retracted. Dr. Steynburg: How are we floating? We were perfectly stationed on an asteroid. Dr. Stills: Another one of those stupid chain collisions. These bloody stones were back at it again. I opted for a scan and getting back to the nearest asteroid to land. Debris can be seen on the monitor via an awkward angle. Dr. Steynburg sits down. Dr. Steynburg: Ok, we are rotating a bit. Can you give me our coordinates? Dr. Stills: Let me check, they are- Uh, wait, I think I found the problem. Dr. Steynburg: Get this thing flipped off already then! Dr. Stills manages to mute the siren after entering several commands in the control system. Red light keeps flickering in the control room. Dr. Stills: Sigh. At least the noise is gone now. Dr. Steynburg: What was the problem? Dr. Stills: We- Uh… We are in Omicron-5651. Dr. Steynburg: Sigh. Damn, this is going to be so much paperwork. Hey, watch out! Several asteroids headed towards SCP-5651 nearly miss the Beholder-11 probe. Dr. Stills: We are also attracted to the planet. I'm going to maneuver the probe so we can get a visual on the anomaly. Dr. Steynburg: I'm going to retract the landing gear then. We also definitely need to make some more scans on this. Perhaps SCP-5651-1 repositioned itself again. Dr. Stills: Yeah, it seems to have moved but I'm not seeing some parts of its silhou- A heavy rupturing sound can be heard followed by heavy breathing. Dr. Steynburg: What was that? Dr. Stills: I don't kn- An arm from SCP-5651-1 reaches through some fissures, making the crust of SCP-5651 rupture even further. Magma falls back upon the surface and creates black clouds. More asteroids are attracted. Dr. Steynburg: Holy shit, that is just an arm? It's longer than the diameter of the planet. Dr. Stills: Wait, that thing is being compressed to this extent? How big would that make its real size? Dr. Steynburg zooms in on charred black skin with tendons and bones visible on some parts. Dr. Stills: I don't even know which degree of burn wound that is. Can you focus on its hand? I couldn't make out if it is a claw or not. Dr. Steynburg: Aside from obvious deformity, that looks clawlike to me, but that definitely isn't keratine-based. Probably made from the same crystal that grows on its spine. SCP-5651-1 opens its palm. Beholder-11 loses connection a few times due to extreme gravitational force on its systems. Dr. Steynburg: Hey, any chance the scanners know what's up? Dr. Stills: Our velocity- No, our acceleration just keeps exponentially increasing. It's effectively hauling us in. Dr. Steynburg: Seems like we finally found out why Omicron-5651 is empty and a reason to lock this thing up. It makes me wonder even more about what would happen should it break free. Dr. Stills: Hmm. It makes me more curious about what it originally looked like and what was able to contain this thing in the first place. <End Log> Closing Statement: Beholder-11 has been deemed unrecoverable and now focuses on getting as many visuals and data on SCP-5651-1 as possible. The area SCP-5651-1 can affect keeps extending as the crust of SCP-5651 falls apart. Research into the origins of SCP-5651-1 and its containments is ongoing. Changes in gravitational force on celestial bodies must be observed with the utmost attention. You have one (1) new message. Close Message. NOTICE TO ALL PERSONNEL A new fissure has been formed on the surface of SCP-5651. Due to an unexpected increase in gravitational force, the Milky Way Galaxy has begun to drift towards Omicron-5651. Please report to your respective station. — Site Director Mathias Reimagg Footnotes 1. Anomaly is in a continuous state of unpreventable destruction, decay, escape, or another process that will result in either neutralization, indefinite breach, or both. 2. Circa 100,000,000 light-years. Half the length of an average supercluster. 3. Commonly known as a "cold region" because of the absence of cosmic microwave background radiation (CMBR) in measurements. 4. Most notably temperatures ranging from 6000 to 7000 °C, and pressure between 4.2 and 4.5 million atm depending on its movement. 5. This was later designated as the Omicron-5651 sector. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5651" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5651. Licensed under CC-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: planetnostars.jpg (both background and image with caption) Name: Artist’s view of an exoplanet inspired by the discovery of Gliese 876 d.jpg Date: 13 June 2005 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Author: Trent Schindler, National Science Foundation Additional notes: I edited the stars out. The mirrored version is the background. Filename Asteroid.jpg Name: JPL-AsteroidDisruptedByStar-ArtistConcept.jpg Date: 17 October 2019 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Author: NASA JPL CalTech |
SCP-5652 | euclid | Cremo You can check out more of my works here: cremo Item#: 5652 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5652 is to be contained in a petri dish filled with water at Site-228's aquatic wing. For feeding purposes, an archaeon (provided by the biological research facility) is to be placed into SCP-5652's petri dish daily. Description: SCP-5652 is a microscopic entity resembling an adult female hammerhead shark1 with an approximate 4 μm body length. Its intelligence appears to be higher than an average non-anomalous member of its species. SCP-5652's primary diet is composed of various microorganisms but it notably prefers bacteria and archaea. SCP-5652 was discovered in Budapest within the bloodstream of Joseph Hemér, a local architect. Hemér recently arrived in Budapest from a Caribbean business trip2 when he reportedly started to feel mild pain/discomfort in his cardiovascular system. Later during a medical examination, SCP-5652 was discovered and retrieved by the embedded Foundation agents, but the pain was still present. Two days after SCP-5652's discovery, the source of the pain was found. 10 heavily damaged humanoid automatons of similar sizes to SCP-5652 were discovered embedded in the walls of Hemér's blood vessels. The automatons are noted to have disproportionally large hands. Further research revealed that the automatons were remote-controlled and a small symbol depicting a modified version of the Foundation's sigil was found printed on the chest of each automaton. Footnotes 1. Sphyrna mokarran 2. The presumed location of the contact with SCP-5652. Research ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5652" by Cremo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5652. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5653 | keter | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5653 LEVEL 2/5653 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5653 Keter Drone still. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: A squad of Vatican Relic Recovery Office Guardsmen are stationed as a permanent guard around all entrances to the Vatican Necropolis & Undercrypts with orders to shoot to kill. A fireteam from MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" are available on-call for emergency expeditions into the ruins. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5653 is a hostile semi-humanoid entity contained in the Vatican Undercrypts, located beneath the Vatican Necropolis. SCP-5653 resembles a highly deformed male human of Italian descent fused with a female of Middle-Eastern descent. Little concrete biological information is known about the entity, due to the difficulty in acquiring samples, but it is believed to have some sort of relationship with the late Cardinal Greco and the Holy See itself. Addendum 5653.1 INTERVIEWS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Agent Abramo Ricci SUBJECT: Cardinal Ettore Greco «BEGIN LOG» GRECO: Hello, Agent. RICCI: Cardinal. How are you? GRECO: Worried, my child. And how are you? RICCI: Fine. Worried about? GRECO: What you've come here to discuss. Please, take a seat. RICCI: Right. What can we help you with? GRECO: We've always been ardent financial supporters of the Foundation, yes? RICCI: Please, Cardinal. Let's cut to the chase. What's wrong? GRECO: There is… something in the crypts. RICCI: What? GRECO: … Have you visited the Vatican before, my son? RICCI: Once, as a child. With my mother. GRECO: Did you visit the baldachin? RICCI: Of course. GRECO: Then I regret to be the one to inform you that it is a monument to a grave that no longer exists. RICCI: … I don't understand. St. Peter's tomb? What happened to it? GRECO: The Holy See has endeavored to make sure that the public at large is unaware of certain facts. Not unlike how your Foundation maintains the Veil. RICCI: Okay. GRECO: The Basilica sits on top of a complex network of catacombs and tunnels that date back to the 3rd century AD. Most people are aware of the Vatican Necropolis — but very few know how large, complex, and far-reaching the tunnels are. Even fewer are aware of the fact that they contain the remains of most Popes, as well as most historic figures of the Church. Including the Apostles. RICCI: That's impossible. You've confirmed that the remains of the apostles are in other churches. GRECO: Yes, we've confirmed. Bigger lies have been fed to the world, Agent. RICCI: … Point taken. Why, though? What do you gain from hiding this? GRECO: At first it was simply that it was safer to have them all in a central location, back when those who controlled the relics controlled the interpretation. Now… it would be a matter of admitting to centuries of falsehoods and deception. It would be catastrophic to the church. RICCI: Christ- sorry. Okay, why are you telling me this? GRECO: This is… a delicate matter, Agent. A sensitive matter. RICCI: If it's so sensitive, why aren't you handling it in-house? The Vatican Relic Recovery Office is a capable group, we've seen that firsthand. GRECO: We did, at first. We sent down two armed teams to assess any further damage and find who or what ever caused it. RICCI: What did they find? GRECO: They have not been heard from in thirty-four hours. These catacombs are centuries old, unmapped and unstable. Anything could have happened. We fear the worst. RICCI: Why not the Horizon Initiative, then? They hang on to your every command. A third of them anyway. GRECO: They would be far less willing to obey should they learn their cache of holy artifacts are neither holy nor artifacts. RICCI: … I see. And I suppose you would like for us to go in and succeed… since we can't tell anyone about the graves. But you still haven't told me what exactly we're dealing with here. GRECO: We… do not know. We know that this is a relatively recent development - we have keepers regularly clean and maintain the crypts, and they have not reported anything until recently. RICCI: Well, what did they report? GRECO: They discovered that… one of the sepulchers had been unsealed. The sarcophagus forced open. The remains… desecrated. RICCI: Desecrated how? GRECO: The bones had been damaged. Shattered and broken in parts. We believe that… they were bitten with great force. RICCI: Bitten? Whose bones? GRECO: Yes. The sepulcher was believed to contain… Saint Bartholomew. RICCI: … Oh Christ. Er, my apologies. GRECO: Now you see why this is such a sensitive matter. Are you able to assist us? RICCI: I'll have to talk to my superiors, Cardinal. But you'll have an answer soon. GRECO: Do not misunderstand me, Agent. His Holiness and the College are acutely aware that this is a mess of our own making. We come to you asking for your assistance and calling upon your experience and most importantly, upon your discretion. Go in peace. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5653.2 EXPLORATION ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ PREFACE: A video-equipped armed drone deployed into the Vatican Necropolis. «BEGIN LOG» Drone is in the entrance to the deeper necropolis, a cramped stone space covered in archaelogical equipment and floodlights. The walls are covered in reliefs and engravings, but have been highly damaged from exposure. The drone turns and moves into the main tunnel, where there are no floodlights. External lights activate, revealing a stone corridor with rib vaulted ceiling, built in a pseudo-Gothic style. Tunnel continues for several minutes before smaller doorways appear, set into the sides of the tunnel at staggered intervals. Drone manuevers through one such doorway, into a sepulcher. The sepulcher is largely bare aside from stone, dirt, and dust. A stone sarcophagus is on a dais, with a series of candles arranged around it. No candles are lit. The foot of the dais is surrounded with small gold coins and items, likely relics. The lid of the sarcophagus has been damaged at various points and the upper half has simply been thrown to the floor to shatter. Drone camera zooms in. A number of split and cracked bones are visible inside. Cardinal Greco confirms that this is the tomb of Saint Philip. Operator notes several indents in the stone wall, set in arcing groups of three, similar to claw marks. Nothing else is noted, and the drone returns through the doorway, into the hallway. It moves into another of the doorways, but finds itself in an entirely different chamber. There is no doorway behind it when inspected. Operator confirms inconsistent topography. Chamber is roughly hexagonal, 2m in height, and covered in loose debris. A vaulted ceiling leads to a small shaft, presumably for ventilation. Additional floodlights activate, bathing the chamber in light. A cluster of blankets and fabrics is spotted in the corner, and the drone moves in to investigate. A number of dirty blankets and linens are wrapped around to form a small nest. Infrared sensors indicate they are of slightly higher temperature than the surroundings, possibly indicating recent use. Small, snapped bones are littered around the edges of the nest. Camera zooms in. A small crucifix and a box of communion wafers sit on a flattened stone nearby. Several crumpled polaroid photographs are visible in the folds of the blankets. Most are too degraded and weathered for their contents to be discerned, but one depicts the Pope and an individual reminiscent of Cardinal Greco. He displays surprise at this. Mics pick up a noise and the drone rapidly rotates while a nonlethal projectile weapon unfolds from its body. Another passageway, previously unnoticed or not present, is set in a wall. Mics confirm the noise originated from this hallway, but visibility is limited. The drone focuses its lights forward and slowly advances into the hallway. The walls of the hallways are rough and knobbled - closer inspection reveals they are made up of tightly stacked bones, sealed with a brown substance. The low ceiling is made of the same brown substance. A noise ahead of the drone causes it to activate all lights. A streak of dark liquid is splattered across the wall, the bones near it smashed and damaged. A rapid onboard chemical analysis of a sample confirms it to be dried human blood with a BAC1 of 0.6%, but not matching that of any of the missing team members. Continuing forward, a streak of blood on the floor extends for about 7 meters, culminating in the severed torso of a man dressed in black body armor. His arms are extended outward - it is deemed likely he died using his hands to drag himself away. He is flipped onto his back, and Cardinal Greco confirms his identity as Guardsman Vittori, an agent in the service of the Vatican Relic Recovery Office. His armor is heavily damaged, and a large chunk has been taken out of his shoulder. Rigor and livor mortis have set in, but purge fluid has not been forced out of the nose and mouth, indicating he died only several hours ago. A blood sample is taken - this sample has a negligible BAC and matches the DNA sample of Guardsman Vittori on-file. The passageway the drone came through has been replaced with a wall of tightly-packed bones and skulls, and the continuing path has grown increasingly narrow and stone-like. All lights are turned on, and the drone prepares to continue forward. A deformed shadow is seen from behind the drone and it spins rapidly, unfolding and firing a small rubber bullet cannon. Its overhead lights are smashed. Mics capture a loud roar, and structural damage signals begin to come in. 2 seconds later, telemetry stops being received, indicating the drone has been destroyed. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: While the blood sample itself was lost, the analysis of the sample retrieved by the drone was run against the staff registry of the Vatican Relic Recovery Office and all databases of the Corps of Gendarmerie of Vatican City. A match was found against Paulo Cibin, a 26-year-old former altar server in the employ of the Holy See, who had disappeared several months prior. Cardinal Greco could not give an adequate explanation as to the presence of a photo of him in the supposedly-abandoned Necropolis. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5653.3 EXPLORATION II ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ MTF ZETA-9 "MOLE RATS" FIRETEAM ELEVEN Z9-ALPHA - G. ESPOSITO Z9-BETA - M. ROSSI Z9-GAMMA - C. CAPUTO «BEGIN LOG» ALPHA: Sound off. Alpha. BETA: Beta. GAMMA: Gamma. Clear. ALPHA: Move in, arrow formation. Drop a marker. Safeties off. [Z9-GAMMA cracks a glow stick and attaches it to the wall. All members raise their weapons and proceed into the main tunnel with ALPHA at the front. At occasion, rumbling noises are heard from deeper in. ALPHA signals to maintain radio silence unless necessary.] [Fireteam arrives at tunnel with doorways into the sepulchers. Looking through without entering, they mark which sepulchers have been breached and which figure they are associated with - of 12 sepulchers, 8 have been tampered with to some degree, and one is entirely empty. Team continues down main hallway, arriving at another doorway. Through it, a shadow of a kneeling figure is visible against the wall. Upon registering the weapon-mounted flashlights, it hurriedly retreats into the darkness, letting out a hiss.] Camera still. [Team moves in through the doorway, but find themself in a completely different chamber, similar to the one the drone exited into though considerably smaller. Instead of debris, a number of grimy vestments cover the ground in heaps. Several are stained with a dark liquid, possibly wine or blood. GAMMA expresses confusion and collects samples.] [BETA notices a heap of bloodied vestments and investigates, discovering a body underneath. A young white man dressed in the garments of a priest, exsanguinated and covered in small bite marks. Several silken robes are stuffed into his mouth and his genitalia have been violently removed, indicating a death by suffocation or blood loss. ALPHA expresses disgust and instructs GAMMA to take samples.] [A noise is heard from behind BETA, who spins around, her gun raised. Where there was previously a solid stone wall is now a shattered hole, leading into a side chamber. Team progresses through, into what appears to be a natural cave system, low and wide. Water steadily drips down from the ceiling. Up ahead, two eyes are visible in the darkness.] Camera still. [BETA fires her weapon, resulting in a pained screeching that echoes through the system. A deformed figure, SCP-5653, rushes across the team's line of sight into a forked side tunnel. Team pursues, noting a greyish liquid dripping onto the floor, marking the SCP-5653's path. They turn a corner and hit a dead end, turning around into a tunnel heading downward into the earth.] [Team travels down this tunnel before coming across another cluster of blankets and linens reminiscent to the nest found by the drone. A fist-sized bone, roughly carved into a cross, sits next to the nest. Small polaroid photos are littered in the nest, but the faces of all figures therein have been roughly removed, rendering identification impossible. Fecal matter is smeared on the wall near the nest. Team continues forward into the narrowing passage.] [Passage opens up into a longer antechamber of brick and stone. One wall is dominated by a large mosaic; a rendition of DaVinci's The Last Supper, but the faces of the apostles have been crudely painted over with the faces of other individuals, apparently from the polaroid photos previously discovered. All are unknown, save for that of Judas Iscariot, which has been replaced with a headshot of a considerably younger Cardinal Greco. Jesus of Nazareth's face is entirely obscured by a smear of the same gray liquid dripping from SCP-5653's body.] [A moaning is audible from the corner of the antechamber. Team turns toward it, flashlights focusing on a body in the corner. SCP-5653 is curled in the corner in a pool of its own blood, finally fully visible. It resembles two different figures joined at the legs and chest, resulting in four arms and three legs. One figure is a Middle-Eastern woman of about 60, and the other is a young white man bearing a strong resemblance to Paulo Cibin, albeit highly disfigured. The entity's arms end in long, rough claws and it is covered in fleshy, tumourous growths. It appears to be dead.] [As the team watches, the wall behind it gradually slides and bends apart, forming a new passageway into a massive chamber, far bigger than any previously encountered. At minimum, it is 60m in length and 15m high. The center is dominated by a large bonfire that reflects off the wet cave walls. Surrounding this bonfire are the bodies of the Vatican Relic Recovery Office team, a number of priests, and several altar servers. Surrounding the bodies are a number of figures highly reminiscent of SCP-5653, at least two to three dozen. They appear to be feasting on the corpses. With a screech, one notices the presence of the team and all gradually turn towards them.] [A second passes.] ALPHA: Command, instituting Plan Black immediately. Goodbye. [ALPHA, BETA, and GAMMA simultaneously arm and remove their strapped explosive vests, throwing them, along with their body cameras, forward into the path of the SCP-5653 entities. Cameras go dead.] «END LOG» AFTERWORD: A large explosion was sensed by seismographers under the Basilica moments after the feed shut down. The immediate area was evacuated under the cover story of excavation revealing a natural gas pocket, and permanent guard placed around all entrances to the Vatican Necropolis. After a week, no further activity was recorded. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5653.4 INTERVIEW II ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Agent Abramo Ricci SUBJECT: Cardinal Ettore Greco «BEGIN LOG» RICCI: Cardinal. GRECO: Agent… we have encountered no more troubles in the Necropolis after your intervention. I must thank you. RICCI: The people you should be thanking are dead. GRECO: Yes. We regret their sacrifice, but it was not in vain. Rest assured, they will be honored with full rites, even if their bodies are not recoverable. RICCI: Cold comfort, Cardinal. Why didn't you tell us that there were more dead down there? Why did you hide this? GRECO: We are an organization centuries old, Agent. We have our secrets too, and sometimes they must stay buried. God guides us as he does you. RICCI: You really believe that? GRECO: Why, of course. He shepherds us on our course through life, and all journeys must end… it is unfortunate that your people's journeys ended here, but nothing happens without a purpose. RICCI: God is just, right? GRECO: God is just. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Cardinal Greco was found dead in his quarters twelve days after this interview with a BAC of 0.7%. Cause of death was deemed to be alcohol poisoning, and Vatican officials quickly suppressed the story. However, contacts inside the Vatican Relic Recovery Office claimed that the autopsy report had been falsified; while the BAC was factual, the cause of death was suffocation from a combination of silk robes forcibly stuffed into the throat and a tightened clerical collar. Photographs of the face appear mid-scream. No other incidents have been reported in the Vatican Necropolis. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. Blood Alcohol Content ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5653" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5653. Licensed under CC-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-5654 | ticonderoga | Item #: SCP-5654 Special Containment Procedures: The O5 Council and the Ethics Committee have deemed SCP-5654 unsuitable for containment. Foundation neurological experts are working with agents embedded within global medical establishments to isolate instances of SCP-5654 for minimal exposure. Description: SCP-5654 is an anomalous hallucinatory phenomenon affecting those who suffer various memory-based cognitive disorders. Individuals affected by SCP-5654 are diagnosed with disorders including, but not limited to, Alzheimer's disease, Huntington's disease, Parkinson's disease, chronic and emotional stress, or Korsakoff's syndrome. SCP-5654 typically affects subjects residing in establishments where regular social interactions are minimal, most commonly manifesting in assisted living facilities or medical establishments. Once affected by SCP-5654, subjects will begin to hallucinate a performing vocalist, the form of which appears to change depending on the subject's age and era of birth. As of 23/12/2021, the most commonly reported form of this phenomenon is that of a singer referred to by subjects as "Mr. Benny". Cognitomole testing of affected subjects has revealed that SCP-5654 is a human male wearing a white turtleneck sweater, dress pants, and polished black shoes. The colour of its skin and the language in which it speaks and sings is noted to change depending on the subject's nationality and personal preference. When the hallucination begins, subjects will perceive SCP-5654 across from them, usually in an elevated position, speaking directly to them through a microphone, and will state that the song is "dedicated to [them]". SCP-5654 will then perform a song to the affected subject. The song performed is an original composition that typically references meaningful moments in the affected subject's life. SCP-5654 will then thank the subject, and, should seating be available in the environment, sit across from them, and will begin to engage in conversation. SCP-5654 has demonstrated telepathic capabilities when conversing with subjects incapable of speech. When enough information has been gathered, SCP-5654 will then attempt to verbally inspire the subject, urging them to "fight one last battle before [their] curtain call", and the hallucination will end. Following this, subjects become lucid for enough time to complete a small personal task. It is noted that memories of SCP-5654's performance show an anomalous resistance to memory degradation; subjects will recall the song for the rest of their life. Addendum 5654-1: Compiled below are completed notable event logs of subjects affected by SCP-5654. Further logs are available upon request. EVENT 5654-12 TIME EVENT 15:46 - 15:57 Mrs. Carmen Hawkings, known for aggressive outbursts as a result of her condition, becomes docile for roughly eleven minutes, cheering and clapping to an unheard song. Assisted living facility staff note the change in behaviour. 16:26 Mrs. Hawkings dresses in concealing attire and follows a leaving family out of the assisted living facility, successfully escaping. 16:34 Mrs. Hawkings successfully boards a bus and travels to her family's home suburb of ██████, Ohio, travelling 64 kilometers. 17:04 Mrs. Hawkings is discovered by her daughter Lucille in her backyard, sitting with and petting the family's pet cocker spaniel, that had formerly belonged to Mrs. Hawkings. She notices Lucille, and begins to converse with her. Lucille begins to cry, and embraces her mother. 18:35 Lucille transports her mother back to the assisted living facility. Additional Notes: It should be noted that assisted living facility staff and the family doctor both observed improvement in Mrs. Hawkings' behaviour following the event. Occasionally, she could be found playing the piano in the social room of the facility for the other residents. EVENT 5654-21 TIME EVENT 10:39 - 10:59 Mr. Giovanni Ferrarini, having been in a coma for 8 months prior to the event, regains consciousness in the intensive care ward of ██████ Medical Centre, Italy. Mr. Ferrarini is unresponsive to medical staff's attempts to interact. Staff note Mr. Ferrarini smiling. 11:31 - 11:46 Mr. Ferrarini, during absence of medical staff, rises from his bed and walks towards his hospital room's bathroom sink with a porceline cup, and fills it with water. Mr. Ferrarini then walks towards a dying garden fern gifted to him by his family before his hospitalisation, and waters it. Mr. Ferrarini repeats this activity for fifteen minutes. 11:47 Mr. Ferrarini finishes watering his plant, then lies down on his bed, smiling. 17:04 Mr. Ferrarini utters his final words; "I have won, Giuseppe." 17:10 Mr. Ferrarini passes away. EVENT 5654-01 TIME EVENT 12:19 - 12:28 Mrs. Deirdre Bishop is visited by her son, James, at an assisted living facility. Mrs. Bishop remains anxious throughout the conversation. After five minutes, she calms down, but is absent to James' attempts to converse. 13:08 James begins to leave the assisted living facility in frustration, having failed many attempts to converse with Mrs. Bishop. Before he can leave, Mrs. Bishop rises, and grabs his arm, stopping him. Mrs. Bishop embraces her son. 13:09 James begins to cry as he holds Mrs. Bishop. 13:54 James leaves the assisted living facility. Additional Notes: It should be noted that both Mrs. Bishop and Robert Urquhart (James' father) were absent for much of James' early life, with both serving in World War II. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5654" by Jak Mockery, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5654. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5654 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5654 Special Containment Procedures: The O5 Council and the Ethics Committee have deemed SCP-5654 unsuitable for containment. Foundation neurological experts are working with agents embedded within global medical establishments to isolate instances of SCP-5654 for minimal exposure. Description: SCP-5654 is an anomalous hallucinatory phenomenon affecting those who suffer various memory-based cognitive disorders. Individuals affected by SCP-5654 are diagnosed with disorders including, but not limited to, Alzheimer's disease, Huntington's disease, Parkinson's disease, chronic and emotional stress, or Korsakoff's syndrome. SCP-5654 typically affects subjects residing in establishments where regular social interactions are minimal, most commonly manifesting in assisted living facilities or medical establishments. Once affected by SCP-5654, subjects will begin to hallucinate a performing vocalist, the form of which appears to change depending on the subject's age and era of birth. As of 23/12/2021, the most commonly reported form of this phenomenon is that of a singer referred to by subjects as "Mr. Benny". Cognitomole testing of affected subjects has revealed that SCP-5654 is a human male wearing a white turtleneck sweater, dress pants, and polished black shoes. The colour of its skin and the language in which it speaks and sings is noted to change depending on the subject's nationality and personal preference. When the hallucination begins, subjects will perceive SCP-5654 across from them, usually in an elevated position, speaking directly to them through a microphone, and will state that the song is "dedicated to [them]". SCP-5654 will then perform a song to the affected subject. The song performed is an original composition that typically references meaningful moments in the affected subject's life. SCP-5654 will then thank the subject, and, should seating be available in the environment, sit across from them, and will begin to engage in conversation. SCP-5654 has demonstrated telepathic capabilities when conversing with subjects incapable of speech. When enough information has been gathered, SCP-5654 will then attempt to verbally inspire the subject, urging them to "fight one last battle before [their] curtain call", and the hallucination will end. Following this, subjects become lucid for enough time to complete a small personal task. It is noted that memories of SCP-5654's performance show an anomalous resistance to memory degradation; subjects will recall the song for the rest of their life. Addendum 5654-1: Compiled below are completed notable event logs of subjects affected by SCP-5654. Further logs are available upon request. EVENT 5654-12 TIME EVENT 15:46 - 15:57 Mrs. Carmen Hawkings, known for aggressive outbursts as a result of her condition, becomes docile for roughly eleven minutes, cheering and clapping to an unheard song. Assisted living facility staff note the change in behaviour. 16:26 Mrs. Hawkings dresses in concealing attire and follows a leaving family out of the assisted living facility, successfully escaping. 16:34 Mrs. Hawkings successfully boards a bus and travels to her family's home suburb of ██████, Ohio, travelling 64 kilometers. 17:04 Mrs. Hawkings is discovered by her daughter Lucille in her backyard, sitting with and petting the family's pet cocker spaniel, that had formerly belonged to Mrs. Hawkings. She notices Lucille, and begins to converse with her. Lucille begins to cry, and embraces her mother. 18:35 Lucille transports her mother back to the assisted living facility. Additional Notes: It should be noted that assisted living facility staff and the family doctor both observed improvement in Mrs. Hawkings' behaviour following the event. Occasionally, she could be found playing the piano in the social room of the facility for the other residents. EVENT 5654-21 TIME EVENT 10:39 - 10:59 Mr. Giovanni Ferrarini, having been in a coma for 8 months prior to the event, regains consciousness in the intensive care ward of ██████ Medical Centre, Italy. Mr. Ferrarini is unresponsive to medical staff's attempts to interact. Staff note Mr. Ferrarini smiling. 11:31 - 11:46 Mr. Ferrarini, during absence of medical staff, rises from his bed and walks towards his hospital room's bathroom sink with a porceline cup, and fills it with water. Mr. Ferrarini then walks towards a dying garden fern gifted to him by his family before his hospitalisation, and waters it. Mr. Ferrarini repeats this activity for fifteen minutes. 11:47 Mr. Ferrarini finishes watering his plant, then lies down on his bed, smiling. 17:04 Mr. Ferrarini utters his final words; "I have won, Giuseppe." 17:10 Mr. Ferrarini passes away. EVENT 5654-01 TIME EVENT 12:19 - 12:28 Mrs. Deirdre Bishop is visited by her son, James, at an assisted living facility. Mrs. Bishop remains anxious throughout the conversation. After five minutes, she calms down, but is absent to James' attempts to converse. 13:08 James begins to leave the assisted living facility in frustration, having failed many attempts to converse with Mrs. Bishop. Before he can leave, Mrs. Bishop rises, and grabs his arm, stopping him. Mrs. Bishop embraces her son. 13:09 James begins to cry as he holds Mrs. Bishop. 13:54 James leaves the assisted living facility. Additional Notes: It should be noted that both Mrs. Bishop and Robert Urquhart (James' father) were absent for much of James' early life, with both serving in World War II. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5654" by Jak Mockery, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5654. Licensed under CC-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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