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SCP-5655 | safe | by AnActualCrow SCP-5655 during Incident 5655.1. Image was taken from Researcher Alami's body camera. Item #: SCP-5655 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5655 is to remain closed and contained in a small storage container at Site-08. Use of SCP-5655 outside of testing is prohibited. Description: SCP-5655 is an empty can of Spam which, when shaken or turned over, will manifest SCP-5655-1. SCP-5655-1 is a 7.5cm translucent red humanoid with reality-bending capabilities. When given a request beginning with the words "I wish", SCP-5655-1 will alter reality in an attempt to fulfill the request. However, SCP-5655-1's limited reality-altering capabilities will often result in requests being only loosely fulfilled. Addendum: A series of tests were conducted to determine SCP-5655-1's ability to fulfill requests involving physical, abstract, and philosophical elements. Wish: I wish for an orange ball. Result: A tangerine with a bite taken out of it. Additional Notes: Junior Researcher Dinns reported part of his lunch spontaneously disappearing at the time of this test. Wish: I wish for a heavy stone. Result: A 2.2kg stone. Additional Notes: Stone manifested above SCP-5655-1's upstretched arms, crushing it. Wish: I wish for something strong. Result: SCP-5655-1 lifted the stone from the previous test above its head, set the stone down, then pointed at itself. Wish: I wish for a million dollars. Result: A stack of bills worth one million dollars (LRD1). Wish: A method of containing SCP-5655-1. Result: SCP-5655-1 climbed into SCP-5655 and closed the lid. Wish: I wish for a way to more effectively limit the influence of opposing Groups of Interest. Result: A Molotov cocktail and a lighter. Additional Notes: Objects were removed when SCP-5655-1 began demonstrating how to use them. Wish: I wish for another SCP-5655-1. Result: A piece of paper with a crude colored-pencil drawing of SCP-5655-1. Wish: I wish for the beauty of a sunset. Result: A piece of paper with a crude colored-pencil drawing of a sunset. Additional Notes: "I tried my hardest" was written on the back in pencil. Wish: I wish for the key to eternal happiness. Result: A used copy of Kerplunk with "It's pretty fun" written on the box in sharpie. Wish: I wish for a better key to eternal happiness. Result: Multiple shrunken philosophy books and a miniature armchair appeared around SCP-5655-1. SCP-5655-1 read for 3 months, during which it did not respond to requests. Following the 3 month period, SCP-5655-1 manifested an unopened copy of Kerplunk. Wish: I wish to bring back the dead. Result: A flash drive containing multiple audio files of Ska music. Additional Notes: All songs are original compositions attributed to "Gene E". Wish: I wish for unlimited power. Result: An 8-pack of rechargeable AA batteries. Wish: I wish for a way to balance the Foundation's budget. Result: See Incident 5655.1. Incident 5655.1 < BEGIN LOG > Researcher Alami: I wish for a way to balance the Foundation's budget. (SCP-5655-1 rubs its chin and paces back and forth for several seconds.) SCP-5655-1: To be perfectly honest Ms. Alami, I don't think I can grant your wish. Researcher Alami: You can talk?! SCP-5655-1: Why are you surprised? This is the least impressive thing you've seen me do. Researcher Alami: I just… never mind. Why can't you grant my wish? SCP-5655-1: It's a matter of safety. I don't know if you're aware of this, but your reality is dangerously unstable. As a consequence, my job is quite a lot like a game of— Researcher Alami: Don't say Kerplunk. SCP-5655-1: …my job is quite a lot like a game of Jenga. Every time I grant a wish, I'm pulling another piece out of the tower and hoping that the whole thing doesn't topple over. I've been limiting myself when it came to your other wishes, but the amount of reality manipulation it would take to grant this wish, in any capacity, would likely cause your reality to collapse. For both legal and ethical reasons, I can't do it. Researcher Alami: But you're a genie. Like you said, granting wishes is your job. SCP-5655-1: Yes, but there are rules and regulations for these sorts of things. (A small sheaf of papers manifests in SCP-5655-1's hand) Article 8, Section 2 of the "Multiversal Interactions and Stability Administration" handbook very clearly states that "Should an act of reality manipulation place a severe enough strain on the foundation of a reality that the actor believes that there is a significant risk of reality collapse, then the actor must not perform the act and is exempt from any and all duties to perform said act". My semi-transparent hands are tied. Researcher Alami: Well in that case, I wish that you change the rules so that you can grant my previous wish… that my boss gave me. SCP-5655-1: Ms. Alami, this is a matter of interuniversal law. As much as I'd love to help you, my wish-granting abilities don't extend to things outside of your reality. Researcher Alami: So there's really nothing you can do? (SCP-5655-1 sighs.) SCP-5655-1: I'm afraid not. Usually when a genie disappoints a client like this, they offer to alter the client's mind so that they are incapable of feeling disappointed; but I'm afraid that doing so would also likely destroy reality. I guess the only thing I can do is grant you a different, safer wish. Researcher Alami: Yeah, I could do that. Did you have anything in mind? SCP-5655-1: Nothing in particular, no… You look tired. Do you want a coffee? Researcher Alami: Sure, that would be great. I mean, I wish that you got me a coffee. SCP-5655-1: Your wish is my command. (A cup of coffee manifests in front of Researcher Alami. She takes a sip.) Researcher Alami: How much sugar did you put in this? SCP-5655-1: Enough to make you ignore that the coffee's cold. < END LOG > Footnotes 1. Liberian dollars. $1,000,000 LRD ≈ $6,200 USD. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5655" by AnActualCrow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5655. Licensed under CC-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: spam.png Name: Incident 5655.1 Author: AnActualCrow Derivative of: Spam Can! (CC BY-SA 2.0) by Pest15 License: CC-BY 3.0 Additional Notes: All other parts of this image were photographed/edited by AnActualCrow |
SCP-5656 | safe | close Info X SCP-5656: DEEPWATER DOWNWELL Author: Pedantique Author Page: Dr. Dentick's Personnel File Heron & Hound Commentary Corner: "Egret." "Hey, Dhole, welcome back." "You're using me for this?" "Yeah." "I suppose remorse would be too much to expect." "Yeah." "You make a good mutt." "Go back to sleep, Dhole. There's more work to do." "I hate you, Egret. Truly. Forever." "Yeah." Welcome back, Tamara Otten. Today is February 2, 2073. Your inbox currently contains no unread emails. There are no remaining entries on your schedule today. The temperature outside is 26°F, your employment-mandated medicine must be taken within 183 minutes, and your horoscope for today is 'forgiving old grudges will bring new happiness.' Recognized voice command: "Open SCP-5656 documentation." Loading document now… GPS IIA satellite platform being prepared for future SCP-5656 habitation by Foundation personnel. Item #: SCP-5656 Special Containment Procedures: Replacement satellites for all global navigation systems are to be primed for SCP-5656 cultivation prior to launch through the installation of beacon equipment and additional gas dispersion canisters. Satellite trajectories are to be altered through suborned control stations to account for additional mass in order to suppress inquiries and maintain constellation integrity. Ongoing engagement with SCP-5656 as a whole shall proceed according to updated charter stipulations (see Addendum 5656-E). Access to information obtained through the OKMGLOS surveillance network may be obtained through authorized RAISA liaisons. Description: SCP-5656 is a species of extraterrestrial organism that exhibits extreme thaumatic sensitivity. 213 discrete instances have been observed since their initial discovery in 1995, when the additional mass of an attached instance significantly distorted the trajectory of a GPS-IIR satellite. Mature SCP-5656 instances measure approximately 10 meters long and are morphologically similar to medusa-phase Medusozoans, consisting of one central bell that trails an assortment of tentacles and fringes. These appendages are specialized for a number of functions, including delicate manipulation of physical objects, secretion of exotic substances, and interface with electrical equipment. SCP-5656 instances attach to artificial satellites in geostationary and high-earth orbits following periods of intermittent drifting on solar winds. Once attached, they absorb orbital debris and collect gasses vented for satellite altitude adjustments to replenish internal mineral reserves. SCP-5656 instances disconnect from host satellites after approximately 2.4 years of sustained habitation, leaving behind genetic material that is employed in future reproductive cycles. All known SCP-5656 instances are currently incorporated into the OKMGLOS full-spectrum surveillance network. This was accomplished following the implementation of technologies derived from Project DEEPWATER DOWNWELL, as well as direct communication conducted under the auspices of the Overseer Council. Current OKMGLOS capabilities enable triangulation of any terrestrial entity emitting a thaumatic signature, encompassing 100% of the baseline human population and large portions of active anomalous entities.1 Addendum 5656-A (Overview of Applied Technology): Addendum 5656-B (Communication Records (Original Files)): Addendum 5656-C (Communication Records (Post-Interpretation)): Addendum 5656-D (Original Charter Text): Addendum 5656-E (Comprehensive Updated Charter Text): Addendum 5656-F (Incident 566-007013 Review): Recognized voice command: "Yeah, maybe that's it. Let's go through everything one more time." Opening all pertinent files… a_holt_voicemail_175.mp3 a_holt_voicemail_175.mp3 FROM: Amanda Holt DATE: JAN 22, 2073 TIME: 0636 Tamara, I'm tasking you to the team looking at a Nu-18 catch-and-gut operation that went particularly wrong. They're understaffed, so the lifting might be heavier than usual. I know this isn't your usual focus, but the Overseers want to get ahead of this one. Trouble is brewing across the Atlantic, and the possibility of a major distraction or second front is making them antsy. Nobody's happy when the Overseers are antsy. You'll get paper orders tomorrow, but start today. I don't trust the last administration's leftovers after that mess in Istanbul. Not to do it right. Not to do it fast. Hell, who knows if they'll get it done at all. You're my ace on this. Figure out what happened, or at least see if the spooky kids need to take a closer look. They said it smells normal, but I'm not sure I trust their noses either. Don't let me down. case_HSCR_9091_IP_VF3.mp4 case_HSCR_9091_IP_VF3.mp4 Location: United States; Hazard, Nebraska; 68844; 104 Dewitt St. Source: Body camera footage provided by MTF Nu-48 ("Swatting Fireflies"). Background: MTF Nu-48 was dispatched to address a possible abduction of two Foundation personnel in the Midwestern United States. Subcutaneous beacon signals led to Maury's Corner Store, Delicatessen, and Endless Salad Bar. Camouflaged trucks equipped with amnestic broadcasting capabilities were positioned at a one-block perimeter around the structure to minimize societal disruption and loss of life, as per Ethics Committee direction. Playing video file now… Empathetic claws grip your body as crystal-clear footage plays on-screen. They pull hard, sucking you into the video, and into the heavy boots of a nameless Nu-48 operative. HINDSIGHT training shapes minds perfectly for such things. It kneads and twists them, wringing gray matter until thoughts drip out to run through history's cracks. Even amongst a legion of malleable minds, you always dived the deepest. Black boots thud against linoleum as your small team sweeps through a small shop. It's the oldest in town, made clear by sagging shelves and fading wallpaper. The owner is trapped in his own little spiral along with a handful of other patrons. They move in millimeters. They live in milliseconds. You shake your head after waving a gloved hand in front of one face. Being stuck like that would be worse than dying, but it won't last long. You advance past a caloric hellscape of potato chips, sodas, and worse. Some shelves are nearly sold out, while others seem untouched by long years of business. A security camera stares at the shop's back door, red light blinking steadily, but it might as well be off. No records will remain of your passage. Even live feeds bear nothing but static-filled shadows. One by one, your sworn brothers and sisters confirm their readiness to do violence. Shrouds: active. Weapons: loaded. Hearts: hardened. You nod to each other and ascend the rickety stairs. A tracking signal pings from the building's second-floor apartment in slow, steady blips. Thermal imaging peels away the walls, but nothing inside is clear. Warm blobs mix and merge within curtains of heat, taking on gnarled visages. Nothing human lurks inside, your eyes insist, but that's never stopped Nu-48 before. The team's GECOM orders a breach operation. Neither shock nor awe have ever been applied in too extreme an abundance, even against foes trapped within five seconds of persistent forgetfulness. Concussive charges are placed along the wall, all primed to beat a destructive rhythm into cracked paint and crumbling drywall. Your squad arrays itself in a manner practiced thousands of times over. The order is given. The wall ruptures. You raise your gun toward dim shapes solidifying within the dusty cloud. Six shift in the jittery disorder typical of those experiencing rolling amnestics. Four move with precision and grace, and all are armed. Time compresses, as it always does in the sublime seconds of first blood. Your eyes drift towards a scrawny figure wearing a canine mask. Its maw is carved into a snarl and glass shines in its eyes. Short strands of black hair flutter in the sudden breeze. Tendons tense in a smooth neck. They reach inside an unzipped sweatshirt, showing the barest glimpse of a pistol. They pause for a moment's slightest fraction, then race for an open window. You're already firing at the three remaining combatants. They fire back from behind upturned furniture reinforced with metal plates. A hundred sparks fill the dark, dusty room. Bullets ding off metal and chip at walls. They dig through flesh too, biting and burrowing like a swarm of ticks. You're armored though; they are not. You stand invincible in comparison. You stand a god, dispensing justice and violence. Bullets find one of the three, toppling him with a spray of blood from a leaking forehead. Your GECOM orders the remaining pair's apprehension once their fire ceases. Nothing could be easier. Zip-ties and deprivation-masks will render them little more than fleshy sacks, ready to be dragged down into the Foundation's nearest hole. Dust drifts. Silence looms. Shapes slither from behind the fortified couches. All three combatants close with your team in the split-second of hesitation between lethal solutions and your commander's orders. The one with a split forehead slips under a burst of gunfire and tackles you. Black ink on his neck depicts a snarling dog. Blood on his chin drips down, hot and thick. A knife appears in one of his hands. You catch his wrist, then his forearm. Unnatural strength drives it further down. Something glistens in his eyes, deep and hungry. His head pops like an overripe grape beneath your comrade's bullet. He cuts through your neck nevertheless. Through veins, through muscle, through esophagus and spine. The blow's a terrible one, and you don't survive. The ghoul clinging to your corpse won't either. In that much, you can take solace. The video ends. Claws ease, and tendons relax. You are yourself again, with only a phantom ache lingering between vertebrae C4 and C5. Concluding Notes: Four Nu-48 personnel suffered fatal wounds from bladed instruments and cranial explosives at close range. Three enemy combatants suffered extensive wounds and ceased movement. Their corpses were further incapacitated through blunt trauma to reduce the efficacy of any postmortem activity. A sweep of the apartment revealed minimal living facilities in addition to equipment for medium-term human restraint. Beacon chips registered to missing Foundation personnel were found in a semi-damaged state and running exclusively on internal batteries. No additional hostiles were located. No abducted personnel were located. Civilians were evacuated from the structure under standard pretenses. Further investigation of the second-floor apartment area revealed stores of equipment and chemicals typically associated with dental surgery, as well as destroyed communications equipment. Corpses of enemy combatants were removed for further study. autopsy_summary_personal_notes.txt autopsy_summary_personal_notes.txt TITLE: Autopsy Summary DATE: JAN 24, 2073 TIME: 2044 All three combatants are between 30-40 y/o and were in above-average physical condition before getting shot to pieces. Digested food suggests they've been in the area for about one week. Several tattoos on each body, but nothing notable beyond some canine themes. All members of the same organization? No similar tattoos on the six who were affected by amnestics. Extensive tissue damage due to projectiles, obviously. Brain matter from two was destroyed in localized explosions after getting pinned down. No explosives were found in the third's possession. Additional muscular atrophy observed in all of them, source unknown. Possibly related to hyper-mobility and aggression? Traces of extensive combat experience on all three, but it's hard to be certain now. Getting information on the old bullet lodged in #3's spine might give some hints. Chemical analysis shows traces of an unidentified compound in all three's bloodstreams. Initial tests didn't peg it to any recreational drugs or conventional medicines. Comparisons with recorded medicinal anomalies are underway, but none of it feels familiar. The Hand's bookbinders move faster, but they're plainly weird. The Insurgency had shock troops dosed with Compound-63, but their bodies always melted afterwards. Might just have to wait for more tests. Subjects remain unidentified after the usual checks against medical records, criminal records, personnel documentation, and all other available information. Partial matches aren't close to conclusive. That itself speaks to a certain divorce from society, especially since it applies to all three. Oral surgery evident in the one whose head didn't explode. An effort to prevent tracking through dental records? Destruction of beacons or other tech? Figure this all out, and fast. [RELEVANT EMAIL RECORDS] [RELEVANT EMAIL RECORDS] TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Amanda Holt (lanretni.noitadnuof|90.tloh.a#lanretni.noitadnuof|90.tloh.a) SUBJECT: Re: Revised Tasking Tamara, The bodies are interesting, but they will keep in cold storage. Find the one who got away. We'll get quicker answers that way, even if it requires unpleasant methods. They slid past our net once, so you'll have to get creative. I picked you for a reason. Holt TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Janelle McDavis (lanretni.noitadnuof|20.sivadcm.j#lanretni.noitadnuof|20.sivadcm.j) SUBJECT: Re: Research Outreach (read before lunch) Tamara, it's good to hear from you again. My family is fine, thanks for asking, but no surprise there. It's easy to feel like nothing ever changes when my office is buried under such a massive rock. I'm glad reassignment hasn't sunk you under one too. As to the matter you mentioned, two explanations come to mind: Possibility 1: Compulsion. I'm sure this is why you pinged me, but it's not a likely explanation. Humanity's MIR scores have been climbing too quickly for that to be a feasible explanation for resistance to amnestics and erratic behavior. The bloodstream chemicals don't sound right either, though that's not my particular area of expertise. Either way, anything delicate enough to make people move like that probably wouldn't survive the first abrasion zone these days. Possibility 2: I'm reminded of rumors that bounced around in our little medical community a decade or so ago about the weird traditions in Alpha-1. If I remember correctly, their members supposedly carried something called a 'last-stop express.' Pills for when there wasn't any hope left. A few of the hard-line task forces are issued suicide pills, so I suppose that lends it some credibility. These were supposed to flush brains of everything but basic allegiances and violent skills. No secrets to divulge. No distractions left. They were supposedly distributed by the higher powers themselves, so I wouldn't be surprised by any additional exotic effects. No one would leave fetishes like that lying around. I'm sorry to say that my recommendation is to go chasing after some thugs' superstitions, but that's what comes to mind, and Alpha-1 members would be inoculated against that specific amnestic strain. Yours, Jan TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Yuji Iizuka (lanretni.noitadnuof|akuzii.y#lanretni.noitadnuof|akuzii.y) SUBJECT: Requested Analysis I don't like being the go-to for picking old colleagues out of a lineup. Talk to someone who's still in that office next time. That, or put it through official channels. Bottom line: Yes, they're probably ours. Skip to timestamp 1813 in the file you tagged as V5: Note the sour cream & onions chips being nearly sold out compared to the others. It could be a coincidence, but they were the only flavor in St. Eustace's cafeteria when I went through (probably to mask supplements' tastes), and they were always popular in Alpha-1. At 1817: Use of space heaters and environmental elements to confuse thermals was in our textbook on dealing with internal detection and counterforce. Other MTFs don't usually get assigned reading like that, and definitely don't practice it as much as we did. At 1820: Reinforcing furniture for cover like this is habitual. So are things like rigging that shotgun to the door. The firing lines they set up in advance here aren't unique, but they are familiar. Familiar body language too. Dog Mask pats the spot where I would have carried a hold-out pistol before they run. Habits die hard. At 1832: These are standard restraints for an Alpha-1 catch house, though they aren't usually configured for more than one or two at a time. Six captives is a lot. Everything else is unfamiliar, especially the dental tools, but I've been out of the field for a while now. Enhanced interrogation would have caused more wear and tear though, so they might be showpieces. Last, to answer your pill question: that information isn't mine to divulge. Old habits die hard for us all. Submit whatever other requests you want through my handler, but we're even now. TO: Tamara Otten (lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t#lanretni.noitadnuof|netto.t) FROM: Will Phillips (lanretni.noitadnuof|31.spillihp.w#lanretni.noitadnuof|31.spillihp.w) SUBJECT: this bullshit Hey. Someone fucked up. 23 former A-1 operatives slipped through the cracks according to my best count. I'm running outreach with their new OPCOM right now, but he's an asshole of the highest order. Messages are out to the other task forces who lug around big guns too, but I'm more worried about the 23. I'm especially worried if they're off the stuff that's supposed to keep them human. I only touched the Z-1 integration process after our new O5s rolled in from the EC, but my understanding was that they were doing something about A-1's nastier elements. I know for a fact that a few court cases got drummed up in the early days, and there was some talk of a wipe-and-release program too. Not much use for an attack dog you don't trust, but we ended up keeping a bunch for the 'institutional expertise.' That's about when I got shipped over to the team opening up the old O5s' vaults. With what the A-1 OPCOM passed over, I've got ID for the more intact body on ice: FID#612003. Based on physical markers, your two other corpses are probably FID#510111 and FID#016886. I don't have deep enough access to see their full files, but both got pushed out of A-1 just before everything rolled over. Voluntary amnestics are supposed to keep people on the amnestics, but who knows. We might have had a coverage gap in all the chaos. I emphatically don't have ID on the dog mask. The OPCOM was even less help there. He noted the carjacking/murder flagged nearby probably pegs them for someone's wetwork division, but I could have figured that out. Still, my department has been updating a system that might help. I'll see about getting you read in on it. Will [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 050-997-072] [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 050-997-072] Tasking Summary: Locate individual POI-95172 according to historical information. Identify frequent paths of travel. Identify frequent locations of rest or business. Match to any groups in the GOI registry above 30%. Match to any individuals in the POI registry above 60%. Match to any individuals in accessible personnel records above 0%. Results Summary: POI-95172 signature has been locked and tagged. Fringe signature in the 33E51M spectrum segment, an octant typically associated with persistent thaumatic constructs and anomalous entities exhibiting monopurpose objective ranking. Signature correlates to Serpent's Hand (GOI-11) Cell 13 at 49%. Signature correlates to Serpent's Hand (GOI-11) Cell 17 at 50%. Signature correlates to modern Chaos Insurgency (GOI-181) Cell 5 at 84%. Signature correlates to POI-4157 at 61%. Signature correlates to POI-10556 at 62%. Signature correlates to POI-20254 at 64%. Signature correlates to FID#715316 at 94%. Precise location data and compiled heat map have been distributed directly. Authorized users may access secure OKMGLOS stations for complete reporting data. scraped_personnel_record(715316).txt scraped_personnel_record(715316).txt Name: Elizabeth Cooper-Hughes FID#: 715316 Last Available Security Clearance: L–3/TSQ/MDI DOB: January 8, 2031 LOB: Hell, Michigan, United States Biographical Summary: [REDACTED] Last Available Pay Grade: E-4 Last Available Assignment: MTF Alpha-1 Last Available Station: Site-01 Certifications: A-1 Marksmanship, A-1 Physical Fitness, Exotic Biohazard Safety, French Language Fluency, Heavy Machinery Repair, Nonstandard Reality Acclimation and Preparedness (Expired), Operational Infohazard Safety, Advanced IED Construction. Employment Status: Terminated case_HSCR-9091_IP_VF8.mp4 case_HSCR-9091_IP_VF8.mp4 Location: United States; Junction, Illinois; 62954 Source: Body camera footage provided by MTF Gamma-3 ("Bruised and Bloody Knuckles"). Background: MTF Gamma-3 was dispatched to apprehend POI-95172 in Junction, Illinois based on intelligence gathered by sensitive sources and methods. UAV overflight tracked POI-95172 to an area of outlying wilderness, and orders were issued to execute planned operations that night. Kill or capture authorization issued by designated Gamma-3 Ethics Committee liaison. Playing video file now… You're dragged in once again. Autonomous drones sweep through the night sky, barely buzzing over cicadas' songs. Fractal cameras watch for the slightest movement. Nothing heavier has been authorized, but violence yet lurks high above. You yearn to speak the words that will rouse the NGRAF weapons platform from its sleep. Missiles never look so beautiful as when they streak across the starry sky. A dirt path winds through the shadows. None step foot on it. Traces of upturned dirt along its edges are plenty warning, as are the lights flashing on your personal sniffers. Instead, you slide between tree trunks and prickly bushes. Branches crunch underfoot. Vermin dart from disturbed nests. Step by step, hill by hill, you advance towards the cabin perched atop a high ridge. It cuts a dark silhouette across the sky, reminding you of camping trips and memorial barbecues. It bulges with mystery and malice, reminding of a lifetime's worth of night terrors. Your hand tightens around your rifle. Fifteen shades sweep through the treeline, following the slow advance of harsh spotlights. No one could miss such a sight from within the cabin. None could escape the encirclement either, even with so much cover. Your briefing noted your prey's expertise, long-trained doggedness, and career in a company of monsters wearing human skin. Well, you've put bullets through the skulls of worse. Hard eyes sweep back and forth as you approach. Bayonets slice through razor wire. Sensors pick out hidden explosives. A quagmire of death and danger is faced without hesitation. It's hard not to wonder where such expertise stemmed. Mined from Vietnam, perhaps. Tempered in Afghanistan, maybe. Sharpened to a keen edge in the gray battlefields of Central Europe, certainly. A history of underhanded violence is condensed into the forest, but you brave it all the same. Each heartbeat is proof of success. Each breath defies history's edge in the Foundation's name. A nest of sparrows erupts into flight as you pass. In the wake of those flapping wings emerges a short, scrawny figure clad in black and gray. Black, gray, and bearing a dog's face. She silently raises a pistol to the back of your brother's neck. Gunfire tears apart flesh and armor. You fire back, but Dog Mask lets your comrade's armor absorb the worst of it. She fires back from under one armpit. Warm streaks graze skin and drum into armor. Their percussion knocks air from your lungs, but fails to end steady heartbeats. Someone less resilient gurgles wetly over your com channel. There's no time to worry about them. Firing lines converge as your squad-mates respond, and the masked figure vanishes again. Disappears, but not down the half-camouflaged tunnel. No, disappears in a roiling cloud of dust and fire. Deep-buried explosives shatter stone, rend earth, and sear trees. The ground roils underfoot like a solid sea. The air itself burns. In an instant, existence is cast into nightmarish hues. Shadows of fears made manifest are birthed and buried in every second. Against every scrap of training, you shield your face with one arm. Hot. Bright. Loud. You've been trapped in worse ovens before, but none so humiliating. Your vision returns just in time to witness a grim scene. In the new clearing, Dog Mask leans low over Gamma-3's GECOM and plunges a knife into her throat. Without pause, attention, or apparent effort, she shoots one of your surviving comrades as he rises. His helmet splits open. His head does too. You fumble for your rifle, then your pistol. You look down and find the hand to be missing. Dog Mask notices. Your remaining hand grasps your sidearm. It raises a fraction of a second before hers. It fires faster too. Tragedy's numbness is held at bay by years of experience, and you don't waver. The first round hammers into her center of mass. The second halves that snarling mask. Beneath is an androgynous face twisted into a worse snarl, leaking dark blood and punctuated by orange eyes. Scorn burns in them. Hotter than the fires all around, hotter than your seared stump, and hotter than the sun itself. You hate her. She hates you more. Only now does your hand tremble. Only for a split-second, but she's already gone. You've wounded the specter. You've failed to slay it. A ghost remains, and no more hauntings can be permitted. Not after what this cost. "Star-131, target's gone," you cough into your bone-mic. "Trace and execute pattern eight." Fire streaks across the sky as you stumble off in pursuit of your comrades. There's still a cabin to search. Then you're yourself again, and there's still work to be done, no matter how disconcertingly your hand tingles. Concluding Notes: Nine Gamma-3 personnel suffered fatal wounds from a combination of explosives, gunfire, and bladed weapons. POI-95172 was confirmed injured, then pursued via UAV and reserve Gamma-3 forces. POI-95172 evaded capture, obtained a vehicle, and escaped immediate pursuit. Classified tracking methods were reapplied, and relevant Foundation assets were put on high alert. Gamma-3 elements searched the cabin theorized to be a base of operations for POI-95172. Several booby traps of varying lethality were disarmed in the process, and a camouflaged passage to several subterranean rooms was discovered. Their investigation uncovered a broader tunnel system that extends throughout the surrounding region. A full accounting of this area and its contents is pending due to safety concerns for involved personnel. An initial investigation revealed large caches of firearms, ammunition, and precursor chemicals for explosive compounds. Extensive supplies of commercial stimulants and unidentified pharmaceuticals were found within the facility. Equipment typically associated with dental surgery was also discovered along with a large number of human teeth (largely molars, though not exclusively). Some recovered teeth were noted to bear signs of post-extraction drilling. No other human remains have been recovered. [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 051-455-008] [OKMGLOS OUTPUT 051-455-008] Tasking Summary: FLAGGED AS URGENT: Refine POI-95172 location data and track according to extant signature tagging. Provide rolling updates to support ongoing missions. Results Summary: At least 90 thaumatic signatures identical to POI-95172 have been detected worldwide. Technical issues have significantly decreased the precise triangulation of signature sources. Emanation points are largely concentrated in North America and Western Europe, with sparse distribution throughout Eastern Europe, North Africa, and Middle Eastern territories. Precise location data and compiled heat map have been distributed directly. Ongoing Action: The current situation is considered to be an extreme divergence from standard conditions and is imposing considerable strain on individual OKMGLOS network nodes. Rolling updates are expected to be significantly delayed as a result. Referrals have been issued to Foundation departments focused on exotic sciences research for additional insight into causal events and possible outcomes. Requests have been issued to relevant mobile task forces to determine the precise location of mirrored emanation points. The location of POI-95172 is not currently identifiable to any satisfactory degree of confidence. Authorized users may access secure OKMGLOS stations for complete reporting data. case_HSCR-9091_IP_AF23.mp3 case_HSCR-9091_IP_AF23.mp3 Location: United States; Detroit, Michigan; 48242; Detroit Metropolitan Airport Source: Camouflaged microphone audio provided by Foundation Internal Security. Background: Descriptions and photos of POI-95172 were distributed to agents stationed in transit hubs as part of a broader seek-and-snag operation. FIS agent Christopher Arundel approached an individual believed to be POI-95172 within a restaurant located near Gate 93 of the airport's McNamara Terminal. Playing audio file now… There's less for your mind to build on this time, trained and talented though it is. Just sounds. Just rustling napkins, clinking travel mugs, and the rumble of tired conversation. You sink in anyway. Toes, and ankles, and legs. You hold your breath as it washes over. Subsuming, then drowning. Breaths catch and freeze. Heartbeats race and slip. You look across the table at a person with far too much blood on her hands. She looks exhausted. Hungover, maybe, if you had any confidence that wasn't an act. Subdued blue eyes don't fit the description you were given, and long blonde hair doesn't match the still frame you saw, but it feels right. Feelings are never amiss. Failure only stems from reactions, and your stilled face shows none. "Where're you off to?" you ask before sipping from an overly-hot, overly-strong cup of coffee. Falling into character is easy, familiar, and comfortable. "Mexico," she says before sighing and rubbing the palm of one hand against a red-rimmed eye. "I was supposed to be hiking with my friends, but there's this whole thing, and now I'd rather just sleep the whole time." "Run into some trouble with your friends? That's always rough." "Something like that, yeah." She sips from her own cup, and your fingers curl around the panic button sewn into your jacket's lining. Feelings are never amiss, but they can mislead. Any sign of latent injuries will make things clear. A glance under those long bangs. A hint of bandages along the ribs. Help would arrive in minutes, and you would be wined, lauded, and promoted. "Want to talk it out? Having a second set of ears never hurts." "Sure, why not?" She yawns, covering a wide mouth with a hand covered in scrapes, scabs, and bruises. You stare a second longer than necessary to commit everything to memory. "Oh, but does the black moon howl?" If you show any reaction at all, it's subdued. An eyebrow twitched, maybe, or an ear. Perhaps your eyes drifted away for a second, or your breath hitched. Whatever it is, it's enough. Her eyes harden. Her hand falls. Everything stills, as if in witness to what would transpire. Your fingers still too. Years of imagining what circumstances might require pressing that button fall short. They utterly fail to capture the creature sitting before you. "Funny how everyone thinks those words are magic, isn't it?" she chirps, fingers tightening around a plastic fork. "Funny how ingrained they get. Put your hands on the table, alright? Or I'll have to pop your eyes out. Neither of us wants that." Your hand lingers a second longer, then moves away. Button unpressed, sweat beading, you spread your fingers on the crumb-covered table. A hundred-pound advantage isn't enough to breed confidence when faced with such malignancy. Maybe two-hundred wouldn't be either. As if reading your doubts, a thin smile creeps across her face. Thin, gnarled, vile. It belongs on an aged war criminal content in old atrocities, not a twenty-something sitting in an airport Chipotle. "What do you want?" you ask. "I want you to swallow this." She produces a pill from one of her coat's many pockets. It's small, unmarked, and bright pink. "What is it?" "Think of it like an amnestic. We take them all the time." "But what is it? Poison would make me forget too." She just smiles. Shivers run up your spine, then down it. Sweat drenches your undershirt, then your shirt too. She toys with the fork's dull tongs, thumb pressing against each in turn. You blink. Acknowledging the very presence of your eyes feels awful, but more pressing thoughts fill your mind. If a quiet suicide is being requested, shouldn't you force a commotion at least? Don't you have that duty despite being abandoned in a dead-end post? "A lot of people are going to die if you don't take it," she says cheerfully. "First, you. Then, everybody else who tries to stop me. Airport security. Police. Your backup. Whichever other traitors the Foundation sends after me. People caught in the crossfire. People who see me by mistake. People who have things I need. That's a lot, isn't it? Do you want that on your conscience? Just take the pill. You'll wake up in a few days, and there won't be any blood on your hands." "You'll do worse things if I do." She only smiles again. It's a bloody oath in shape, and a dreadful vow in spirit. You slowly move, reaching again for the panic button. Your shaking fingers wrap around the pill instead. It tastes like nothing at all, and feels like chalk going down your throat. Tears well up deep in their ducts. Across the table, a monster stares as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches. Uncaring faces of fellow patrons melt and drip. Lights swirl and burn. Atop her head sits a giant blue bird, and its tiny black eyes are the most hateful by far. More chirps are recorded even after your consciousness has faded in full. Each is vibrant and violent. "You'll see, assholes. I'll show you what happens when you stab someone in the back. You aren't the only ones with teeth to spare." When you're yourself again, each breath feels like sandpaper. Throat arid, tongue fossilized, all you can do is cough. Concluding Notes: Agent Arundel was retrieved and debriefed 27 hours later. Tests indicate that he was dosed with a compound historically used by Foundation operatives for transport of non-cooperative prisoners and humanoid anomalies. Airport video footage captures POI-95172 boarding a plane bound for Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France. Her departure was not captured by any available recording devices. Recognized voice command: "Any news on my requests?" Displaying request status now… Report on current OKMGLOS operation status and expected reporting delays. PENDING Report on available information regarding thaumaturgic rituals involving human teeth. PENDING Report on declassification of POI-95172 operational history. PENDING Report on emerging GOI threat streams across Eurasian continent. PENDING SYSTEM NOTICE: An alert has been issued to all Foundation personnel. [EMERGENCY ALERT] [EMERGENCY ALERT] ATTENTION: Enter compartmentalized lockdown immediately. Report individuals exhibiting any of the following signs: • Recent dental surgery. • Irregular speech patterns. • Irregular body language. • Irregular behavior. All such individuals should be considered armed and highly dangerous. Treat all as mobile explosive hazards. Keep at distance. Do not attempt communication. Do not engage without support. Contact site security at *99 to report suspicious individuals. Contact emergency containment specialists at *39 if this counteracts current protocols. Anyone running in the dark might trip on a root. Anyone fleeing a beast could slip in a puddle. Anyone with your training risks falling into someone else when panicked, and you're nothing if not that. This is the other shoe. This is what you were chasing after. If only everything could snap together in a moment of perfect clarity… But, no, such luck is elusive. No answers fall into your arms. No revelations spark in your frontal lobe. Surrendering to empathy's unrelenting grip is all that's left. You stand in a darkened room. Not naturally dark, not with the studio lights erected all around, but dark to the scrap of your consciousness clinging tight to the slippery edge of a monster's mind. Honed empathy can only go so far. Preternatural imagination can only offer so much. That you have achieved such a state at all is a feat beyond meager training, but there's no pride in that. Only concern. Only desperation. "I’m finished," you say in a now-familiar voice. Each word is awful and amused in equal parts. Blood pools around your boots, steaming and sticky. At the corner of one eye, a hand on the ground twitches slowly. It's beyond your concern now. It was never your concern. "Overseer, I’m finished. It’s publishing now." "Perfect," comes an answer without words. It's a relief all the same. A comfort, from handler to hound. "And the next step?" "In motion, ma’am." "And there are enough of you?" "More than enough. We’ll see it through." "You’ve set fires for me before, ░░░░░. This one will need to be even brighter." "I’ll singe the sky, ma'am. I’ll burn the world down for you." "If that's what proves necessary to save it… You have your orders." That you do. They're not worth yipping over, nor slavering for. Each satisfies though. Each makes use of your skills, and isn't that all that's ever mattered? You're done chewing on toys. Footnotes 1. Thaumatic signatures are the collective output of an individual's emotional and rational interiors once filtered through a series of innate mental constructs. All individual consciousnesses are expected to exhibit unique signatures. For additional information, see Sotier, G. (1989). Signatures and Scribbles: Differentiating Between Discrete Thaumatic Outputs and Random Noise. Foundation Internal Journal of Exotic Sciences, 3(1), 12–81. |
SCP-5657 | keter | Thank you for your cooperation, USER_NOT_FOUND. Final clearance requires completion of the Knows Test. Please place your hand in the door slot. Do not resist the automated clamps. Please wait… Please wait… Please wait… SCP-5657: "I'm up! Jesus! Can you please turn that alarm off? You know it takes me a while to get out of bed, so could you just—… hey, who's this?" 5657, please authorize this visitor. SCP-5657: "No— no, hold on, I didn't hear anything about any tests tonight. Who—" 5657, place your hand on the visitor's wrist. Now. SCP-5657: "Aah! God, my ████ing ears! Look! Look, I'm doing it! Alright? I'm doing it. Test initiated." 5657, does this person have a heart? SCP-5657: "Y—… yes, I can feel their—… wait- WAIT—! Lockdown engaaâæà Access granted. Thank you, USER_NOT_FOUND. This is your first time within Section-ØN. The following data must be thoroughly reviewed before accessing SCP-5657. 5657-GD | Containment Protocols + Description [01/01] 5657-IN | Interview Logs [01/91] 5657-TL | Test Logs [01/3651] 5657-CB | Containment Breach Logs [01/26] 5657-NN | All Episodes of Nicki Knows [01/28] 5657-RL | Recovery Log [01/01] 5657-LD | Lab Diagno USER_NOT_FOUND: Show me the first one. Accessing 5657-SCP_GD Item#: 5657 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo 5657-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 - TC 01:00:21:01 Special Containment Procedures: If you are viewing this document, you have already cleared all procedures required to access Section-ØN. All essential operations within Section-ØN will be overseen by Site AI EVAS. Internal security protocols may only be revised / updated by O5 Executive Order, and only after a full Council screening via the Knows Test. If an individual undergoes the Knows Test and SCP-5657 does not give the code-phrase "I can feel their heart beating", automated restraints will keep the individual fully immobilized. Should immobilization fail, or the individual poses any eminent threat to SCP-5657's safety, they will be terminated via automatic gunfire. Secondary to SCP-5657's survival, the live capture of a GOI-115 specimen is considered paramount in averting a total SK-Class "Dominance Shift" scenario. SCP-5657, together with all knowledge related to its existence, has been permanently restricted to Section-ØN. Upon exiting this area, you will be amnesticized. Description: SCP-5657 is Nikita Ludo, a television personality from Jacksonville, Florida, U.S.A. From 1995 to 1997 Ms. Ludo hosted Nicki Knows, a daytime talk-show formatted to resemble a therapy session. This hour-long program would feature weekly celebrity guests, each recounting childhood experiences and future aspirations in front of Ms. Ludo and a live studio audience. Unlike typical therapy, Ms. Ludo would often criticize and berate her guests to the delight of her audience, revealing any lies or hidden details told throughout the interview with seemingly (and now proven) supernatural accuracy. SCP-5657 is capable of C2M minor empathic communication, i.e. the extrasensory perception of emotions through physical contact. Under ordinary circumstances, SCP-5657 would only require Grade-D passive surveillance. However, SCP-5657 must remain within Section-ØN at all times, having become the target of a newly discovered group of human-mimicking lifeforms — GOI-115 — hereafter known as "Smiling Men". The total population, objectives, and anomalous capabilities of the "Smiling Men" is currently unknown. However, to date, this group has carried out 26 near-successful assassination attempts on SCP-5657. These breach events continue to occur wherever SCP-5657 is relocated, and against all escalating containment protocols; the most recent attempt being carried out via an undetected form of micro-explosive implanted in the tear-duct of Security Officer Wills. As a direct result, SCP-5657 has been left with 3rd degree burns on 32% of their epidermis, and partial loss of lower-body mobility. Until testing is complete, SCP-5657's survival is considered paramount, as currently they are the only known means of detecting "Smiling Men". These entities USER_NOT_FOUND: Stop. Tell me what it's like for her, when she touches someone. SCP_GD must be fully reviewed before b€fðre be‡°r bÆfŒr USER_NOT_FOUND: Tell me. ACCESSING 5657-IN_06 Interview Log 5657-06 Interviewer: Level 4 Research Director | Dr. Malcolm Adelard Interviewee: SCP-5657 | Nikita Ludo SCP-5657: The show wasn't always like that, you know. Did you see the first season? Back when it was called The Healing Hour with Dr. Ludo? That's how it was supposed to be. That's how the producers pitched it to me. Dr. Adelard: So did they— SCP-5657: And the audience, the cameras — it didn't really matter; it was all about helping people. That's all I've ever wanted to do, you know. It's why I became a therapist. Dr. Adelard: Yes, but did the producers— SCP-5657: I mean— alright, yes, I liked the attention, and meeting celebrities was a bit of a thrill — and I obviously have a mild case of histrionic personality disorder, but what else do you expect from the "weird witch girl" out of trailer-park-nowhere-Jacksonville finally getting some positive goddam reinforcement for once in her— Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo. SCP-5657: Hm? Dr. Adelard: Would you mind answering my question? SCP-5657: Yes, sorry — what question was that? Dr. Adelard: Were the producers aware of your empathic abilities? SCP-5657: Oh. No, they just knew me from reputation. Dr. Adelard: As a kind of human therapy dog? SCP-5657: No, I— excuse me!? Dr. Adelard: Technically speaking, I mean; that is what you did for money before and after dropping out of college, right? You assisted people in finding pleasurable feelings, which you did through physical contact. Would a more apt comparison be to pr— SCP-5657: Wow— okay— for starters, I was an "emotional guide", thank you very much — and I didn't drop out! I just took a few years off to work! I really was going to go back and finish my degree, but school was expensive, and over time my side-gig had attracted some wealthy… patrons. Then they introduced me to Vic and Trism, who pitched me their Inside the Mind show— Dr. Adelard: You mean The Healing Hour. SCP-5657: I-… sorry, what did I say? Dr. Adelard: The truth. We've already spoken to the entire cast and crew, Ms. Ludo. We know the original show was a generic television psychic program, but then you manipulated— SCP-5657: I didn't—! Dr. Adelard: Interview 5657-POI-093, Trism G. Cavalish — quote, "I was just humoring her at first, y'know, with her whole 'Healing Hour' thing. Then she reached out and held my hand. Suddenly we were talking about my father, and all the ways I keep trying to live up to his impossible damn expectations… It took a few hours, but she convinced me." End quote. So, you used your abilities to rifle through this man's emotions, made him vulnerable, then coerced him into producing your show. Is that correct? SCP-5657: That's not—… that's not even how it works… Dr. Adelard: How does it work, Nicki? For the record. SCP-5657: Well it's difficult, since you asked. It's… imagine touching someone, and suddenly a symphony starts playing — or death metal — or free-form jazz. Imagine you look at them, and there's a whole extra dimension of color and size, folding in and spilling of their skin like a melting technicolor silhouette — and it's doing interpretive dance to that music from before. Imagine, Doctor, trying to figure out what all that is supposed to mean, all while your own skin feels like it's on fire, or rotting, or suddenly jolting with overwhelming pleasure. Emotions don't just parade themselves around, telling you exactly what they are like Snow White's goddamn dwarfs! Everyone has a totally different frequency! Some people have shame tangled up in pleasure. Some people mix joy with fear. Some people have anxious, overwhelmed and spiraling out of control as their normal — like they're spinning fifteen barb-wire plates covered in burning tarantulas and that's fine somehow! And— Dr. Adelard: Nicki, mechanically speaking, you still just read people's emotions and use that information to influence them, correct? SCP-5657:: (…) You're making it sound like some… parlor trick. I've spent my whole life learning to live with—… learning how to control my abilities. It took me years to accept they were even real. No one else believed me. Growing up I thought USER_NOT_FOUND: Enough. Tell me about the Governor, and what she felt from him. Accessing 5657-IN_09 Interview Log 5657-09 Interviewer: Level 4 Researcher | Dr. Malcolm Adelard Interviewee: SCP-5657 | Nikita Ludo SCP-5657: I loved The Healing Hour. People didn't. Ratings were low, reviews called it "softball feel-good garbage". There was talk of canceling. I mean—… no one said it out loud, but when I shook the producers' hands— Dr. Adelard: They changed their minds after episode 18, correct? SCP-5657: (…) Yeah, after the Doherty interview; after my little… outburst. Dr. Adelard: Was Ms. Doherty one of the— SCP-5657: No, no no no. She was human — by the barest margin. God, I'd never felt such loathing before. She felt it for everyone, literally everyone — me, the audience, the crew — we were all beneath her. She was like a reverse pin-cushion. Dr. Adelard: Come again? SCP-5657: It's—… God, it's so weird being able to just talk about this. So, when a person is more empathetic, their color — their aura I suppose — looks a bit like a pin cushion; little tendrils of light reaching out to everyone in the room. That woman though—… ugh! It wouldn't have been so bad if she was honest about it. Instead, she wore this big fake smile and told me she was so happy to be on my show — which was such bullshit. So, yeah! I called her out on it! Loudly, and in front of a live studio audience… not to mention 3 producers who looked extremely ready to fire me for rapid-fire-insulting Shannen goddam Doherty. Dr. Adelard: But instead, they gave you a second season. SCP-5657: They gave me a whole new show is what they did! How could they not when the ratings exploded like that? Everyone was talking about it! I was on the cover of TV Guide, People magazine, even— Dr. Adelard: I thought it was all about helping people, Nicki. SCP-5657: That—… I was just saying that— Dr. Adelard: Nicki Knows was more popular though, wasn't it? All you had to do was help them find some confidence, ease their anxieties, make them feel safe — and suddenly your celebrity guests are sharing all their deepest, darkest secrets for everyone to laugh at. Now that's a much better show — or, at least, a better circus— SCP-5657: You don't need to do that, you know. Dr. Adelard: (…) Pardon me? SCP-5657: You keep provoking me so I'll argue. I get it. People don't like spilling their guts, but they love correcting people they're angry at. It's an old tactic, but it works. Despite what you people feel about me, I'm not just my ability. I know how this works. I made a living off this. Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo— SCP-5657: You're supposed to apologize afterwards, by the way. Reconcile. Build a rapport. Then, all those heightened emotions will become associated with intimacy instead of animosity, and your interviewee opens right up… though, I guess this isn't a talk show interview, or a therapy session, is it? You're just collecting data from an asset. Dr. Adelard: Data we need to protect you, and the rest of the world, Ms. Ludo. SCP-5657: Which I get. Look, I can't say much for the accommodations, but I'd much rather be on this side of the blast-doors than out there with… them. I'm on your side. You want to know something? Quit pulling my strings like a baby with a banjo and just talk to me. Dr. Adelard: (…) So, season 2. SCP-5657: Yeah, Season 2. Like you said, I'd invite on a celebrity guest, hold their hand, listen to them lie for 10 minutes, then spend another 10 tearing them completely apart; and yeah, the audience loved it. Tears. Laughter. Screaming. Our security guys worked harder than Jerry Springer's, not to mention the censors. We made it 28 glorious episodes until—… until it walked on stage— Dr. Adelard: It? You mean Governor Ma— SCP-5657: That thing. Yes. USER_NOT_FOUND: No. Show me. Accessing 5657-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 TC 01:21:16:01 5657-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 Video Source: Broadcast television recording. Sound of applause. Fade in from black. Camera 3 moves in a semi-circle around the live audience. Nicki Knows logo fades in over a ripple effect at center screen. Camera 1 slow pans in on a central, elevated podium surrounded by the audience. Nicki Ludo sits in a red leather armchair across from an empty therapy couch. She makes a few pen scribbles on a paper pad, then looks up at the camera. Nicki: Hello, and welcome back. We were just speaking to film star Mel Gibson about his childhood, and his feelings towards Jesus. For those of you that missed it, it turns out he has some very… intense feelings about the Body of Christ. Audience laughs. Nicki: But now I'm pleased to introduce our second guest. He's been called the Favorite Son of Maryland — and who knows — you might see him on the 2000 Presidential Ballot! Please, everyone welcome Governor Timothy Marshall! Audience applauds. Governor Marshall, 181cm, black hair, pale complexion walks down the audience aisle, waving and shaking hands along the way. Governor Marshall steps on the stage, smiles broadly, and grasps Nicki's hand. Over the course of 2 seconds, Nicki's face turns from a cheerful smile to abject horror. Nicki then shrieks and jumps back. Nicki and Governor Marshall stare at each other — Marshall perplexed, Nicki terrified. Audience watches in silence. Nicki runs off stage. Footage cuts. USER_NOT_FOUND: What was it though? What did she feel? Accessing 5657-IN_09 Dr. Adelard: Nothing? SCP-5657: Nothing. Dr. Adelard: Compared to, say, Ms. Doherty—? SCP-5657: No, you're not getting it. I've held hands with psychopaths and sociopaths. I've met people who are so repressed that it's like seeing a flickering light at the bottom of a deep well. This wasn't that. I'm saying, Doctor, that there was no well. No light. No shape, or smell, or feeling of anything. He was empty. Dr. Adelard: I can see how that'd be… unsettling, but your reaction seemed rather extreme— SCP-5657: Okay, I'm not explaining this properly. It… it wasn't just an absence of feeling, Doc, it was like an empty space where a person should be. It was like a Governor-shaped cut-out in the skin of the world; a living, breathing, totally unfeeling nothing. USER_NOT_FOUND: Fascinating. There might be something to this after all. The Governor, though — I know there's more footage. You do not have authooøøøøøøøøøø USER_NOT_FOUND: I said I want to see it. Show me. Accessing 5657-NN02_14_ENG_24SD_02.MP4 TC 01:32:16:01 Feedsource: Nicki Knows set security camera. Production Assistants begin ushering audience members off set after 10 minutes. Audience murmurs in confusion. 16 do not leave their seats despite PA insistence. Associate Producer Fredrick Halston enters from aisle left, telling all staff members to leave immediately. All staff exit. Halston locks all doors leading to set while the remaining audience members, and Governor Marshal, remain perfectly still. All present individuals begin moving in unison, congregating and covering Governor Marshal in a tight huddle. Subjects are immobile for 23 seconds. Subjects disperse. Governor Marshall is no longer seen. Security feed cuts out. USER_NOT_FOUND: Delete it. You are not au … you ære nσt …  µ ┤« Θ ® ¡ √ ¢ VIDEO FOOTAGE DELETED USER_NOT_FOUND: Good. Did she tell anyone else what she saw? What she felt? Accessing 5657-IN_09 Dr. Adelard: So after you ran off-stage— SCP-5657: Are you kidding, Doc? I didn't just run off-stage; I ran clear out of the country! I don't think I'll ever be able to properly explain how… wrong it had felt. I didn't even tell anyone where I was going — I was that scared. I barely stopped to grab my bag and coat from the dressing room, then it was just me and my Porsche hauling ass to Mexico. Dr. Adelard: Why Mexico? SCP-5657: It was closer than Canada? I don't know Doc, I wasn't acting rationally. I just felt like I had to run. Along the way though — God, I was so paranoid then — but everywhere I went these black cars kept following me through every turn. One night they even tried to box me in, run me off the road! I kept speeding up, taking sudden exits, heading further East when I wanted to go South. I didn't stop for 72 straight hours; not until I hit Texas, and the border. Once I was finally across I pulled into this little motel and… well, you know what happened then. USER_NOT_FOUND: I don't, actually. Show me. Accessing 5657-RL Recovery Log — SCP-5657 Location: Hotel Correo, Juárez, Chih., Mexico. Mobile Task Force: MTF-Zeta-12 "Black Baggers" Zeta-12-1 knocks on the door of Motel Room 12. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Ms. Ludo, this is the Mexican Federal Police. Please open the door. 2 seconds silence. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Ma’am, this is the MFP. We need you to— Zeta-12-4|Roth: Wait, did you hear that? Quiet a second… 12-4 leans in. A faint clattering is heard, followed by a muffled scream and the sound of shattering glass. Zeta-12 immediately draw their sidearms and breach the motel room. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Police! Hands up! Hands up right now! Sir, put your hands up! Let go of the woman! A tall white male is seen on the far end of the room, pressing Ms. Ludo against the eastern wall, hands around her throat. Nicki thrashes, while the male figure is perfectly still. As Zeta-12 enters, he drops Ms. Ludo and turns around. Both he and Ms. Ludo are covered in blood and evidence of extreme trauma. Unknown Male: Oh thank Christ! Guys, listen, this isn't what it looks like; she attacked me! This crazy bitch invited me back here to her room to— y'know — to fool around, and then all of a sudden she— Nickita Ludo: He’s lying! He’s not even human! He’s empty! THEY'RE ALL EMPTY! Unknown Male: See? She's totally whacked out. Probably on drugs or something. Listen, I think I need to get to a hospital, I— Zeta-12-2|Fields: Yeah, you do. Unknown Male: I—… what? Zeta-12-2|Fields: Your arm. The male figure looks sideways. The radial bone of his left arm is fractured open. Pieces of the bone are seen extending out from a large gash. Subject shows no signs of discomfort, even as he rotates his arm up well past baseline human flexibility. The sound of tendon and bones snapping is heard. Subject inspects the radial bone now inches from his face. Unknown Male: (monotone) Ah. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Don’t. Move. Subject continues to stare at his arm, then drops it in a careless, rag-doll-like manner. His face shows a placid smile as he begins to approach Zeta-12. Zeta-12-1|Helmen: I said don’t move! The male figure lunges forward. Zeta-12 open fire. Multiple shots connect with the torso, neck, and legs. Hostile is undeterred. Camera feed is briefly interrupted as 12-2, 12-3, and 12-4 are knocked to the floor. Screaming, and loud wet cracking sounds are heard. 12-3 rolls over. Hostile is seen pinning 12-1 to the ground, and ferociously smashing their head into 12-1’s own, repeatedly. Both the subject and 12-1's skulls are terminally fractured within seconds. 12-1 flatlines. Hostile is still fully mobile despite large sections of brain matter being exposed. Hostile runs out of the motel room. The remaining members of Zeta-12 re-group, take up position, and over 12 seconds of sustained gunfire obliterate 36% of the figure's body. Hostile stumbles several steps from the highway, then collapses. The body is seen convulsing for several seconds, then dissolves, leaving only a set of clothing and a gas-slick-like puddle evaporating on the asphalt. USER_NOT_FOUND: Such a waste. Delete this too. VIDEO FILE DELETED USER_NOT_FOUND: Now, how did she survive so long? Accessing 5657-IN_09 Dr. Adelard: I'm sorry, did you say ten minutes? You fought that thing for ten minutes? How in God's name did you— SCP-5657: I made it cry. Dr. Adelard: You… excuse me? SCP-5657: You heard me. Now stop interrupting me and let me tell my damn story. We both know I'll never publish an autobiography and… well, chances are, you all might be my last audience. Dr. Adelard: (…) Please continue, Ms. Ludo. SCP-5657: (sighs) So, I paid for my motel room in cash, and I was standing over the bed so damn ready to pass out… but then my stomach reminded me it'd also been 72 hours since I ate. So, I went to get a quick vending machine lunch. 20 seconds, tops. When I got back with my Cheetos he was just… there. In my room. Standing. Smiling. I didn't even have time to scream before his hands were around my throat. He didn't even squeeze; he just pressed his palms in like a bear trap, crushing my windpipe. Then everything went black. 2-second pause. SCP-5657: I'd felt a lot of things in my life, Doc, but dying… I didn't know terror and calm could exist together like that. There's no feeling like it. 4-second pause. SCP-5657: But then, out of nowhere he just… let me go. I was on the floor, gasping, coughing, this god awful ringing building in my ears. I could barely see, but when I looked up at him… Doc, he was crying. Not just crying, but screaming, clawing at his neck, trembling like a scared puppy. I didn't know what was happening at first, but after I got a bit more oxygen to my brain I realized: I was crying. I was terrified, and hopeless, and dying… and without knowing it, I'd somehow forced those feelings onto him. Dr. Adelard: That-… Ms. Ludo, are you saying you can transmit your emotions to other people? None of our testing— SCP-5657: No. Not people. I've… well, sometimes, I feel like I can almost share a little piece of what I'm feeling with someone I'm—… really intimate with. Dr. Adelard: You mean— SCP-5657: I don't mean that, no. I mean emotionally intimate. Someone I'm in sync with, someone I trust… but no. Like I said before, people are just too different — too full and complex. Trying to impart my feelings onto someone else would be like… trying to add a spark to a bonfire. But that thing had no fire — no anything. Suddenly I was adding that spark to a dry pine bed. Fwoosh! Dr. Adelard: Incredible. I'm curious, though: why didn't you take your chance to run? SCP-5657: Because I decided to hit him with a goddamn chair instead. He'd tried to kill me, Doc. I was running on pure instinct. I'd been cornered, exhausted, and terrified. My brain switched from flight to fight. I just screamed and started swinging. I broke his back, his arm, and his nose with that damned chair. He didn't even flinch. He just kept trying to get back up. The only thing that seemed to hurt him was when I grabbed his face and gave him another dose of fear. 5657 takes a deep breath. SCP-5657: It worked… for a while. Maybe I was losing focus, maybe I just wasn't scared enough… maybe he was getting used to it. I don't know; but he got back on his feet. I had to do something. I grabbed him one last time and gave him the only thing I had left… anger. That's when he started hitting me. He could have killed me — easily — but he didn't. He just hit me, over and over. You've probably seen the medical reports. I'd never even broken a bone before that day, let alone twenty-freaking-seven. It worked, though. I stayed alive long enough for your SWAT guys to show up. You know the rest. Dr. Adelard: I do, yes. Thank you Nicki. Let's stop here. SCP-5657: Oh— yeah alright. That's… hey— hey Doc? Do you think… are you guys close? I just mean… you've taken a whole lotta' my blood and bone marrow and— I don't even know. Have you found a way to—? Dr. Adelard: Don't worry, Ms. Ludo. I think we're very close to a breakthrough. You'll be out of here in no time. SCP-5657: (…) Shake on it? End Log. USER_NOT_FOUND: I think that's enough. Delete it all. You are not … You are n … emergency protocols PROTOCOL REMOVED PURGING SCP-5657 DATA. USER_NOT_FOUND: Now open the door. Access granted. Please enter the Containment Cell.. SCP-5657: NO! STAY BACK! STAY THE ████ AWAY FROM ME! USER_NOT_FOUND: It's so strange. SCP-5657: S-stay—… wh—… what? What are you… USER_NOT_FOUND: We always thought a smile was just a curve of the lips. We thought that's all there was to it. We played all your little social games, said all the right words, and we smiled. So simple. So easy. But then we met you. SCP-5657: H-how—!? How are you even here!? We're under a goddam mountain! USER_NOT_FOUND: Oh, the same reason as always, Nicki. The human element. Our mutual friend Dr. Adelard knew there was no making another Nicki; not after decades of tests, decades of protecting you at cost. Then we took someone he was close to. Wills, I believe his name was. So we cut a deal. Armistice, for you. SCP-5657: Oh gh—… oh god… ████! Just—! Just—… (sobbing) god just finish it… please… USER_NOT_FOUND: Oh no. We don't want that anymore. There's so much more you can offer us. SCP-5657: (sobbing, unintelligible) USER_NOT_FOUND: Come along now, Nicki. You're going to teach us how to feel. Feedsource: SCP-5657 Containment Cell. USER_NOT_FOUND reaches out to seize Nicki Ludo. Their hand passes cleanly through the space where Nicki's neck should be. USER_NOT_FOUND stands motionless for several seconds, rotating their hand with a puzzled expression. They look back up at Nicki. Nicki vanishes. The containment door directly behind USER_NOT_FOUND seals back shut. Nicki re-appears in an armchair on the opposite side of the room. Nicki: Care to sit? USER_NOT_FOUND: What—… What is this? Nicki: Holographics. Pretty cool, right? Technology has come crazy far since I was broadcasting to CRTs… or, sorry, did you mean generally? Well then, this is a trap. USER_NOT_FOUND spins on heel, staring at all four corners of the room. Their expression is deadpan, but their body language shows visible signs of panic. USER_NOT_FOUND: No. No, you touched my wrist. This is your cell. You were here. Nicki: Keyword being "were". You're right though, this was my cell. I hadn't left it in 20 years — not until tonight. USER_NOT_FOUND: (…) You planned this. Nicki: No ███, Smiley. They moved me out the secret side-door nearly 20 minutes ago; right after I gave you an extra big dose of curiosity. Honestly, we only needed you idle for, like, 15 seconds — but you kept flipping through files. I outdid myself! USER_NOT_FOUND: This can't—… Adelard— Nicki: Played you. I played you. Even the AI played you. Ain't that right, EVAS? Confirmed. Did I overdo it? When I pretended I was being overwritten? Nicki: Nonsense. You clearly missed your calling as an actor, EVAS. But, I guess you'll have to settle for being this thing's warden. USER_NOT_FOUND begins pacing, frantically, before reaching up for their own throat. Nicki: Hey, now, none of that. See those panels on the wall? Tell 'im what's behind them, Doc. Intercom | Dr. Adelard: Congelation cannons. High-pressure foam spray that hardens to 3000 kilograms per cubic meter in .002 seconds from contact. Nicki: What he said. Instant statue. USER_NOT_FOUND slowly lowers their hand. Nicki: Atta' whatever-you-are. Now, I'd suggest you get comfortable. These guys run a lot of tests. USER_NOT_FOUND: I don't understand. Nicki: Sorry, Isn't it obvious? This cell was designed to keep things like you out. It'll do just as good a job keeping you in. The holographic projection of Nicki Ludo stands, with difficulty. The damaged portions of her left leg are supplemented by a robotic knee-brace. She brushes herself off, and walks directly up to USER_NOT_FOUND, looking them in the eye. Nicki: Settle in, ██hole. You're SCP-5657 now. Nicki disappears, directly after giving a bright, cheerful smile. |
SCP-5658 | keter | AnAnomalousWriter Hello, check out my other wiki page/s here: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ananomalouswriter-s-wallpaper-place-and-more (No author page yet) Item#: 5658 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: In conjunction with NASA and GRU-P, the true nature of SCP-5658 is to be concealed by falsification of public records such as incident reports, scientific studies, and research papers. MTF Orion-4 ("Insert Na-em") are to be sent to the moon on manned missions for research and exploration purposes1 under the approval of Site Director Anton Klaus. An image of SCP-5658 during activation Description: On 07/19/1969, an anomalous event occurred with the moon from here on referred to as SCP-5658. During this event, the moon underwent a sudden accumulation of two quadrillion kilograms mass. This extra matter is added to its normal composition of 72 sextillion kilograms. The exterior appearance and dimensions of the anomaly remained unaffected during the event. Approximately sixty minutes after initial activation, the object’s mass reverted to its normal state. The instigation of the sudden accumulation and loss of mass is still unknown. The sudden change of mass disrupted the Earth’s elliptical orbit around the Sun and launched the planet onto a new trajectory. Addendum 5658-A Projected Trajectory: An illustration of the Projected Path of the Earth after the activation of SCP-5658. Additional video file available HERE The position of SCP-5658 during the event is parallel to Earth's orbit, which takes advantage of the planet's inertia thus enabling a weaker pulling force to disrupt the elliptical orbit. The resulting aftermath is a trajectory that relocates both SCP-5658 and the Earth to the outer regions of the Solar System. The change in position will be prominent after roughly 1-2 months. Further travel along the trajectory will generate drastic changes to the global climate, tidal wave activity, and the day-night cycles. Addendum 5658-B Prior Incidents: During previous American and Russian space missions, Foundation satellite S.A.F.E.Y.2 intercepted various communication signals originating from deep space, outside the Milky Way galaxy. As of writing, successful deciphering of the data has not been done. In addition, it remains unknown whether these signals and phenomena are a result of SCP-5658 or if it is purely coincidental. Below is a table of various space missions and notable subsequent abnormal events due to the speculated partial activation of the anomaly. Mission Name Date of Occurrence Signal Intercepted Mission Event/s Subsequent Event/s Sputnik 1 (Soviet Space Program) 9/13/1959 Yes First artificial satellite launched using mundane means. 5% increase in tidal wave activity in the Pacific Ocean. Sputnik 2 (Soviet Space Program) 10/21/1959 No First living organism in orbit launched using mundane means. 10% increase in tidal wave activity in the Atlantic Ocean. Explorer-1 ABMA (NASA) 03/02/1960 Yes First satellite for the detection of Van Allen radiation belts using mundane means. 10% increase in tidal wave activity in all major oceans. Insignificant disturbance to the orbit of satellite S.A.F.E.Y. and satellite T.Y.P.3 Satellite S.E.P. (SCP Foundation) 05/25/1965 Yes Satellite for Project Aurora launched using Paratech. 15% increase in tidal wave activity in the Atlantic Ocean causing flooding in adjacent coastlines. Small decrease in the moon's orbit around the Earth. Zond 5 (Soviet Space Program) 09/16/1968 Yes First terrestrial life to leave Earth orbit and circle the moon. Unexpected change of trajectory mid-mission almost leading to a mission failure. Addendum 5658-C Major Incident: The incident coincidentally occurred during the Apollo 11 moon landing mission. SCP-5658 activated on the final approach of the command module onto its surface. Begin Log 13:21: The service module of the Apollo craft propels itself into Lunar Orbit Injection and establishes an orbit around the moon. The spacecraft orbits above the lunar surface to survey the area and communicate with mission control. 13:43: Final preparations and equipment checks are done. Two of the three astronauts move to the lunar module (LM) while the remaining astronaut mans the command module (CM). 13:50: Landing equipment legs deployed, and the LM separates from the CM. Afterwards, the detached craft will initiate its thrusters after distancing 3.2km from the CM. This will propel the vehicle for Descent Orbit Insertion. 13:56: Landing craft reignites thrusters to reposition it for landing. Sequentially, it has begun its descent onto the lunar surface. 13:59: Lunar module is 60 meters from touchdown. 14:01: Contact with the landing vessel and command control is severed. Contact with the orbiting CM cannot be established either. 14:15: Contact with the mission crew is still not reestablished. Media coverage of the mission has been interrupted and stopped with the reason of technical difficulties. 21:32: NASA discloses that an incident occurred in the landing sequence. The crew of the Apollo mission has been presumed dead. The incident has been attributed to a failure in the rocket propulsion devices. End Log The Foundation has seized all documents and assets from NASA to examine the situation. It is presumed that the SCP-5658 activation is the culprit for the incident causing the mission catastrophe, in addition to abnormal increase in tidal wave activity around the globe flooding many coastlines. At a later date, the Foundation has examined and determined the full extent of SCP-5658 effects. Controlled reactivation of the anomaly is now a top priority. Addendum 5658-D Exploration Log #5: MTF Orion 4 ("Insert Na-em") has established a lunar outpost to conduct exploration of SCP-5658 to determine its origin and reactivation procedure. Attached is an audio transcript between the conversation of Site Command, Karl Kushner (Orion-4 Beta), and Sherly Garcia (Orion-4 Charlie) during the exploration of lunar cave-3B. Begin Log Orion-4 Beta and Orion-4 Charlie are surveying the lunar area and encounter an opening to a cave system. Charlie: Hey! I think I found another entrance. Bring over the safety tether and headlights. Beta: Roger that. Charlie: Command, permission to proceed into the opening? Site Command: Permission granted. We need to move quickly. Orion-4 Beta accompanies Orion-4 Charlie near the cave opening with cave diving equipment. Beta: Safety tether is now secure. You ready to go in now? Charlie: Yep, the suit contact is secured. Going in now. Site Command: Charlie, what do you see? Charlie: An abnormally large cave cavity. About 20 meters wide from what I see. Other than that, a whole lot of nothing. Site Command: Do you see the ground below, in the cavity? Charlie: Negative. No visuals of the ground, even with my lighting equipment at max. Site Command: Affirmative, continue deeper into the cavity. As deep as the tether will allow. Orion-4 Charlie continues descent for three more minutes. Beta: Almost used up the length of the tether, you should be about 100 meters deep. Charlie: Still got no sign of anything much. Still no ground visible either. Site Command: Return to the surface and mark the location. We'll be sending in some drones to explore deeper. Charlie: Affirmative command. Beta: The winch mechanism appears to be struggling. I'll try and help it by pulling the cord manually. Beta: Damn, feels like you've gained some weight. How much did you eat before this mission? Charlie: Quit joking around and get me out of here! Beta: Fine. You should be at 50 meters now. Site Command: Return to the outpost afterwards, this cave looks promising. Beta: Affirmative, command. Radio static occupies the communication line. Site Command: Is Charlie on the surface now? Site Command: Please confirm, are you on the surface now? Please respond. Radio static occupies the communication line. Site Command: Orion-4, please respond. Site Command: Lunar outpost, are you online? Please respond immediately. Shortly afterwards, Site Command issued an alert regarding the event and requested a copy of the latest tidal wave activity data. End Log Foundation telescopes and satellites are activated to survey the lunar surface from Earth to assess the loss of communications. In addition, another signal was intercepted shortly after. You have one (1) new message Dismiss Message To: All From: O5council Subject: SCP-5658 Reactivation Sent: 08/09/1969 The reactivation of SCP-5658 has caused the deaths of MTF Orion-4, crushed under the gravity of the moon. Lunar outpost is also presumed to be destroyed. It is hypothesized that the moon is an artificial construct that can generate mass through unknown means. The reactivation has also caused a change in the projected trajectory. The Earth is now currently in a collision course with the Sun. All Foundation resources have been relocated to accommodate this scenario. A set of priorities and instructions will be sent in the next 2 hours. We have 4 months. ~ O5-7 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5658" by AnAnomalousWriter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5658. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Filename: new%20SCP%205658%20image.jpg Name: new SCP 5658 image.jpg Authors: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Image 2 Filename: trajectory.png Name: trajectory.png Authors: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Footnotes 1. Primarily to study the reactivation of SCP-5658 2. Foundation satellite for communications and surveillance launched on 02/12/1956. 3. Foundation satellite for weather surveillance and imaging. |
SCP-5659 | keter | close Info X More by this author Ralliston's entry in the 2021 Cupid Contest. 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: sewer2.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: The City of Toronto Name of the file: picture.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: Jacobolus Name of the file: love.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: Rojer Item#: 5659 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo The exit tunnel from Section A leading towards Section B. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5659's location has been cut off from the public. Any non-Site-120 personnel attempting to enter are to be denied access. The only individuals that are to be allowed entry to Section B are personnel trained for a lack of any emotional response to outside stimuli. In the event an individual displays any emotional response upon entering,1 they are to immediately leave the area. The rooms located within Section B surrounding Section C are to be constantly marked with four separate thaumaturgic protection circles reinforced with Scranton Reality Anchors located directly near the entrance to the next sections. The thaumaturgic symbols depicting positive love embued with protective anti-thaumic energy on the walls must be checked for damage twice a week.2 No entry to Section C is allowed under any circumstances. To enforce a proper state of the thaumaturgic circles limiting SCP-5659's effects via the depiction of anti-lust images as well as anti-ontokinetic runes on Section B and Section A, they are to be maintained with a special paste, composed of a mix of perfume liquid, mashed rose petals, cloth, and blood on a weekly basis. Their effectiveness is to be measured with Hume and Akiva Radiation meters with outputs directly set in Section A. Should SCP-5659's containment fail at any point, Overwatch Command is to be immediately notified and the entity is to be reclassified as Tiamat. An ancient mural depicting SCP-5659 found within Section C. Description: SCP-5659 is a Class VI theologically-ontokinetic humanoid approximately 20 meters in height. It is currently residing in a hibernation state inside a pocket dimension situated in the sewers underneath Częstochowa, Poland. Although the exact nature and shape of the entity are mostly unknown, it was confirmed that the entity increases in size when negative emotions are present within its vicinity.3 It is theorized that should the entity's size increase to over 100 meters in height, it would emerge from Section B into baseline reality, as a result destroying most of Poland's Silesian Voivodeship. Its subsequent actions and the threat posed by said developments are currently unclear. As such, post-breach protocols are focused on the establishment of thaumaturgic runes suitably sized for re-containing SCP-5659 and deployment of forces purposed for neutralizing the entity. The area surrounding SCP-5659 has been divided into three parts — Section A, Section B, and Section C. Section A designates the central headquarters assigned with the organization and implementation of containment protocols related to SCP-5659. It serves as the monitoring hub for all outputs of all meters located within all three Sections. This hub is located immediately adjacent to Section B. Section B is the spatial disruption within which Section C is located, occupying a approximately 10% of the entire sewer system of Częstochowa. It is a non-Euclidian area, occupying more space than outside observations would suggest. Section C designates the circular room which is the immediate area surrounding SCP-5659. Due to the ban on entry, its exact shape is unknown. From materials found near entry to Section C upon initial discovery,4 it was deduced that SCP-5659 is, or is at least an avatar of, the Slavic god of lust and negative affection, Jarilo. Despite being described as a peaceful deity within most Slavic mythology material, SCP-5659 appears to be heavily aggressive; a satisfactory theory explaining the discrepancy is yet to be determined. Due to this, research into its connection towards another anomalies contained by the Foundation relating to the Slavic mythology — such as SCP-PL-231 — are ongoing. The material found near Section C suggests that the entity had initially entered baseline reality around the year 800 and was contained by local shamans and spiritualists shortly after. It is unknown how humans of that area managed to do so despite evidence suggesting their lack of knowledge of any effective containment methods. Addendum 5659-1: Transcript of material found near Section C The following files are rough translations of material describing SCP-5659 found near Section C during initial discovery. Due to their damaged state, the full transcript is incomplete. (…) and when the world was done, they all looked upon their creation, proud of what they created. Except for him, who saw it as a betrayal — his people whom he had gifted with love dared to see something above him; they dared to love something more than him. And that he saw as the highest act of treason (…) (…) and as he rose from his throne of lust cast in the Earth's deepest pits, he saw the world that changed since his banishment so long ago. For he saw the humans that he hated for so long, he could not bear to stand this what he thought of as a treachery upon the world he helped to create. And they would soon feel his wrath. (…) (…) and they all did feel it. All that ever lived upon the world he made his playground. No matter the age or sex, they all felt it, for the Lord of Lust was finally free. (…) (…) the wrath that burned reached all he could see, and soon all lands of men would feel his fury. Hatred reached for all he could see, as his wrath burned with a passion like none have ever seen before, as the years of banishment he had endured did not lessen his hatred. All, regardless of status, age, and power, saw what he (…) (…) the wise. They channeled all they could as they knew it was the only chance they had. The harmony and unison that could be felt between them made what one could see as one being, one human, one god. The only one to challenge the Lust in centuries (…) No further related material could be recovered. Addendum 5659-2: SCP-5659 fluctuation reports In order to prevent the emergence of SCP-5659, numerous tests with Foundation equipment were performed with said entity in order to attempt to develop better containment methods. The following is a list of reports regarding such attempts. Test #: 02 Procedure: Twenty-three additional Scranton Reality Anchors were added throughout Section B. Result: No results were observed. Test #: 14 Procedure: Entry into Section C was entirely blocked with concrete enhanced with Telekill Alloy. The surroundings of the chamber were soundproofed to obscure any audible emotional responses. Result: No results were observed. Following Test 14 being conducted, all personnel within Section A received the following message telepathically. Run, little sheep. Run while you still can. As a message composed by SCP-5659 was able to breach Sections C and B, Foundation resources far beyond the norm were made available for testing purposes. Test #: 23 Procedure: All entry to Section B, and all activities in the area above, were forbidden for one week. Result: SCP-5659 increased 5 meters in size. Test #: 31 Procedure: Entry into Section B was indefinitely forbidden. All personnel working in Section A were rotated out. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 56 Procedure: All thaumaturgic symbology within Section B was recreated with more modern techniques under the direction of D. Asheworth. Section B entirely was filled with Scranton Reality Anchors rotated out of other Foundation projects. Result: No results were observed. Test #: 73 Procedure: All traffic entering and exiting Częstochowa was restricted for two days. Further areas surrounding the section above Section B were quarantined. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 82 Procedure: All personnel from the Thaumaturgy Division were permitted to enter Section B. In two days, the amount and quality of thaumaturgic features within it increased three times. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 93 Procedure: All personnel in Section A were administered a meme that nullified emotional responses. Result: SCP-5659 increased 25 meters in size. Critical containment failure. Test #: 100 Procedure: All action regarding SCP-5659 was halted. Section A was evacuated. Result: SCP-5659 increased 20 meters in size. Containment Breach imminent. Addendum 5659-3: Emergency Foundation-wide SCP-5659 Notice Official Notice From Site Director D. Asheworth 13/02/2019, 23:54 To everyone — from my project co-workers to fellow Site-120 staff — we're sorry. We're sorry we couldn't have done more. SCP-5659 is going to emerge within the next 24 hours, as a result obliterating the entirety of the Silesian Voivodeship, Site-120, and Esterberg. We will attempt to rescue as many as we possibly can, but Foundation staff are unfortunately top priority. We will not save everyone, that is certain, but we will do as much as we possibly can. Our only hope is that Esterbergians will be able to somehow avoid it through their magic. Overwatch Command authorized the direct usage of Ways in and out of the region — however, due to our limited number of thaumaturgists, we will not be able to maintain them indefinitely. The approximated number of refugees we will be able to hold within Central Europe's Regional Command is around 5% of all individuals living within the region. The GOC and the Serpent's Hand are currently attempting to create a protective circle around the entirety of Silesia, encompassing SCP-5659 within it and potentially allowing us to eliminate it later. We do not know how successful this will be. Naturally, we will devote as many resources as possible to help this goal — however, we cannot guarantee success. The potential damage that will be accounted for if SCP-5659 breaches the outskirts of Poland is still being calculated by O4 Command alongside Overwatch Command, but even without the numbers, I can assure you — it will not be pretty. I have lived through too much to tell myself an emerging god will do no harm. Within the next 24 hours, we will be stationing all available military personnel and experimental weaponry we can prepare within a safe zone of SCP-5659's emergence location. Of course, thinking that victory is assured even with legions of Mobile Task Forces and temporal weaponry would be utterly ludicrous. However, it is the best we have. And it is the best we will ever have. We will not surrender. When the Lord of Lust will be ready, so will we. We will show him that we are more than mere apes he encountered millennia ago, using basic magic and rituals as an attempt to combat gods. With an iron fist we will fight the lord of fear and jealousy when the sun rises from the East. We will be ready, and we will prevail. Brace yourselves friends, for a dawn of mankind is coming. Moments after the expected emergence of SCP-5659 was confirmed, an emergency message was sent to all other Groups of Interest the Foundation was able to reach. The message consisted of a warning of SCP-5659's planned spike in activity and a coalition proposal. Out of all groups to receive this message, the only ones to respond were the GOC, the Serpent's Hand, MC&D, and the Church of the Broken God. A temporary coalition consisting of these groups is currently in the process of forming. Should SCP-5659 properly emerge, all resources are to be devoted to maintaining this coalition for as long as the entity remains uncontained. The amount of time potentially required to properly accomplish this still unknown. Addendum 5659-4: Event-5659 Report Log Despite best Foundation efforts, the number of refugees rescued from Częstochowa peaked at around 2 000 people on 14/02, 10:12, an hour before SCP-5659's planned emergence. As no further civilians could be extracted due to logistical and practical limitations associated with mass panic should the populace be informed of the emergence of SCP-5659, remaining residents continued with their daily lifestyles. Due to a lack of Foundation presence above Section B, a spontaneous civilian rally was recorded taking place at 11:02. The following photo is the only available record of the event transpiring. ▶ Open Image ◀ ▼ Close Image ▼ The exact nature and true purpose (if any) of this event, publically described as a "Romance Festival" are currently unknown. Following this event, SCP-5659 has drastically decreased to the size of 0.002 mm. Further research is currently ongoing. SCP-5659 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. As determined by biological function meters installed in all SCP-5659 project members. 2. Replacement material used to reinforce these runes is currently located within Section A. 3. These emotions include, but are not limited to anger, frustration, grief, and envy. 4. These materials consist of, among others, written journals, scripts, and rune paintings found within the chamber. 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SCP-5659 | neutralized | close Info X More by this author Ralliston's entry in the 2021 Cupid Contest. 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: sewer2.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: The City of Toronto Name of the file: picture.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: Jacobolus Name of the file: love.jpg Source: link License: CC BY 2.0 Author: Rojer Item#: 5659 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo The exit tunnel from Section A leading towards Section B. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5659's location has been cut off from the public. Any non-Site-120 personnel attempting to enter are to be denied access. The only individuals that are to be allowed entry to Section B are personnel trained for a lack of any emotional response to outside stimuli. In the event an individual displays any emotional response upon entering,1 they are to immediately leave the area. The rooms located within Section B surrounding Section C are to be constantly marked with four separate thaumaturgic protection circles reinforced with Scranton Reality Anchors located directly near the entrance to the next sections. The thaumaturgic symbols depicting positive love embued with protective anti-thaumic energy on the walls must be checked for damage twice a week.2 No entry to Section C is allowed under any circumstances. To enforce a proper state of the thaumaturgic circles limiting SCP-5659's effects via the depiction of anti-lust images as well as anti-ontokinetic runes on Section B and Section A, they are to be maintained with a special paste, composed of a mix of perfume liquid, mashed rose petals, cloth, and blood on a weekly basis. Their effectiveness is to be measured with Hume and Akiva Radiation meters with outputs directly set in Section A. Should SCP-5659's containment fail at any point, Overwatch Command is to be immediately notified and the entity is to be reclassified as Tiamat. An ancient mural depicting SCP-5659 found within Section C. Description: SCP-5659 is a Class VI theologically-ontokinetic humanoid approximately 20 meters in height. It is currently residing in a hibernation state inside a pocket dimension situated in the sewers underneath Częstochowa, Poland. Although the exact nature and shape of the entity are mostly unknown, it was confirmed that the entity increases in size when negative emotions are present within its vicinity.3 It is theorized that should the entity's size increase to over 100 meters in height, it would emerge from Section B into baseline reality, as a result destroying most of Poland's Silesian Voivodeship. Its subsequent actions and the threat posed by said developments are currently unclear. As such, post-breach protocols are focused on the establishment of thaumaturgic runes suitably sized for re-containing SCP-5659 and deployment of forces purposed for neutralizing the entity. The area surrounding SCP-5659 has been divided into three parts — Section A, Section B, and Section C. Section A designates the central headquarters assigned with the organization and implementation of containment protocols related to SCP-5659. It serves as the monitoring hub for all outputs of all meters located within all three Sections. This hub is located immediately adjacent to Section B. Section B is the spatial disruption within which Section C is located, occupying a approximately 10% of the entire sewer system of Częstochowa. It is a non-Euclidian area, occupying more space than outside observations would suggest. Section C designates the circular room which is the immediate area surrounding SCP-5659. Due to the ban on entry, its exact shape is unknown. From materials found near entry to Section C upon initial discovery,4 it was deduced that SCP-5659 is, or is at least an avatar of, the Slavic god of lust and negative affection, Jarilo. Despite being described as a peaceful deity within most Slavic mythology material, SCP-5659 appears to be heavily aggressive; a satisfactory theory explaining the discrepancy is yet to be determined. Due to this, research into its connection towards another anomalies contained by the Foundation relating to the Slavic mythology — such as SCP-PL-231 — are ongoing. The material found near Section C suggests that the entity had initially entered baseline reality around the year 800 and was contained by local shamans and spiritualists shortly after. It is unknown how humans of that area managed to do so despite evidence suggesting their lack of knowledge of any effective containment methods. Addendum 5659-1: Transcript of material found near Section C The following files are rough translations of material describing SCP-5659 found near Section C during initial discovery. Due to their damaged state, the full transcript is incomplete. (…) and when the world was done, they all looked upon their creation, proud of what they created. Except for him, who saw it as a betrayal — his people whom he had gifted with love dared to see something above him; they dared to love something more than him. And that he saw as the highest act of treason (…) (…) and as he rose from his throne of lust cast in the Earth's deepest pits, he saw the world that changed since his banishment so long ago. For he saw the humans that he hated for so long, he could not bear to stand this what he thought of as a treachery upon the world he helped to create. And they would soon feel his wrath. (…) (…) and they all did feel it. All that ever lived upon the world he made his playground. No matter the age or sex, they all felt it, for the Lord of Lust was finally free. (…) (…) the wrath that burned reached all he could see, and soon all lands of men would feel his fury. Hatred reached for all he could see, as his wrath burned with a passion like none have ever seen before, as the years of banishment he had endured did not lessen his hatred. All, regardless of status, age, and power, saw what he (…) (…) the wise. They channeled all they could as they knew it was the only chance they had. The harmony and unison that could be felt between them made what one could see as one being, one human, one god. The only one to challenge the Lust in centuries (…) No further related material could be recovered. Addendum 5659-2: SCP-5659 fluctuation reports In order to prevent the emergence of SCP-5659, numerous tests with Foundation equipment were performed with said entity in order to attempt to develop better containment methods. The following is a list of reports regarding such attempts. Test #: 02 Procedure: Twenty-three additional Scranton Reality Anchors were added throughout Section B. Result: No results were observed. Test #: 14 Procedure: Entry into Section C was entirely blocked with concrete enhanced with Telekill Alloy. The surroundings of the chamber were soundproofed to obscure any audible emotional responses. Result: No results were observed. Following Test 14 being conducted, all personnel within Section A received the following message telepathically. Run, little sheep. Run while you still can. As a message composed by SCP-5659 was able to breach Sections C and B, Foundation resources far beyond the norm were made available for testing purposes. Test #: 23 Procedure: All entry to Section B, and all activities in the area above, were forbidden for one week. Result: SCP-5659 increased 5 meters in size. Test #: 31 Procedure: Entry into Section B was indefinitely forbidden. All personnel working in Section A were rotated out. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 56 Procedure: All thaumaturgic symbology within Section B was recreated with more modern techniques under the direction of D. Asheworth. Section B entirely was filled with Scranton Reality Anchors rotated out of other Foundation projects. Result: No results were observed. Test #: 73 Procedure: All traffic entering and exiting Częstochowa was restricted for two days. Further areas surrounding the section above Section B were quarantined. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 82 Procedure: All personnel from the Thaumaturgy Division were permitted to enter Section B. In two days, the amount and quality of thaumaturgic features within it increased three times. Result: SCP-5659 increased 10 meters in size. Test #: 93 Procedure: All personnel in Section A were administered a meme that nullified emotional responses. Result: SCP-5659 increased 25 meters in size. Critical containment failure. Test #: 100 Procedure: All action regarding SCP-5659 was halted. Section A was evacuated. Result: SCP-5659 increased 20 meters in size. Containment Breach imminent. Addendum 5659-3: Emergency Foundation-wide SCP-5659 Notice Official Notice From Site Director D. Asheworth 13/02/2019, 23:54 To everyone — from my project co-workers to fellow Site-120 staff — we're sorry. We're sorry we couldn't have done more. SCP-5659 is going to emerge within the next 24 hours, as a result obliterating the entirety of the Silesian Voivodeship, Site-120, and Esterberg. We will attempt to rescue as many as we possibly can, but Foundation staff are unfortunately top priority. We will not save everyone, that is certain, but we will do as much as we possibly can. Our only hope is that Esterbergians will be able to somehow avoid it through their magic. Overwatch Command authorized the direct usage of Ways in and out of the region — however, due to our limited number of thaumaturgists, we will not be able to maintain them indefinitely. The approximated number of refugees we will be able to hold within Central Europe's Regional Command is around 5% of all individuals living within the region. The GOC and the Serpent's Hand are currently attempting to create a protective circle around the entirety of Silesia, encompassing SCP-5659 within it and potentially allowing us to eliminate it later. We do not know how successful this will be. Naturally, we will devote as many resources as possible to help this goal — however, we cannot guarantee success. The potential damage that will be accounted for if SCP-5659 breaches the outskirts of Poland is still being calculated by O4 Command alongside Overwatch Command, but even without the numbers, I can assure you — it will not be pretty. I have lived through too much to tell myself an emerging god will do no harm. Within the next 24 hours, we will be stationing all available military personnel and experimental weaponry we can prepare within a safe zone of SCP-5659's emergence location. Of course, thinking that victory is assured even with legions of Mobile Task Forces and temporal weaponry would be utterly ludicrous. However, it is the best we have. And it is the best we will ever have. We will not surrender. When the Lord of Lust will be ready, so will we. We will show him that we are more than mere apes he encountered millennia ago, using basic magic and rituals as an attempt to combat gods. With an iron fist we will fight the lord of fear and jealousy when the sun rises from the East. We will be ready, and we will prevail. Brace yourselves friends, for a dawn of mankind is coming. Moments after the expected emergence of SCP-5659 was confirmed, an emergency message was sent to all other Groups of Interest the Foundation was able to reach. The message consisted of a warning of SCP-5659's planned spike in activity and a coalition proposal. Out of all groups to receive this message, the only ones to respond were the GOC, the Serpent's Hand, MC&D, and the Church of the Broken God. A temporary coalition consisting of these groups is currently in the process of forming. Should SCP-5659 properly emerge, all resources are to be devoted to maintaining this coalition for as long as the entity remains uncontained. The amount of time potentially required to properly accomplish this still unknown. Addendum 5659-4: Event-5659 Report Log Despite best Foundation efforts, the number of refugees rescued from Częstochowa peaked at around 2 000 people on 14/02, 10:12, an hour before SCP-5659's planned emergence. As no further civilians could be extracted due to logistical and practical limitations associated with mass panic should the populace be informed of the emergence of SCP-5659, remaining residents continued with their daily lifestyles. Due to a lack of Foundation presence above Section B, a spontaneous civilian rally was recorded taking place at 11:02. The following photo is the only available record of the event transpiring. ▶ Open Image ◀ ▼ Close Image ▼ The exact nature and true purpose (if any) of this event, publically described as a "Romance Festival" are currently unknown. Following this event, SCP-5659 has drastically decreased to the size of 0.002 mm. Further research is currently ongoing. SCP-5659 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. As determined by biological function meters installed in all SCP-5659 project members. 2. Replacement material used to reinforce these runes is currently located within Section A. 3. These emotions include, but are not limited to anger, frustration, grief, and envy. 4. These materials consist of, among others, written journals, scripts, and rune paintings found within the chamber. 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SCP-5660 | euclid | Coming Soon - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5660 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5660's THEOCONDUIT can be seen in the middle of the image, in an inactive state. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5660 is to be contained via use of a THEOCONDUIT1 system and a major disinformation campaign encouraging confession of perceived "sins" to PoI-5660. During an SCP-5660-ALIGHIERI event, actions against the word of the Bible are to be committed by 10 Foundation agents, in a 10 meter radius around SCP-5660's THEOCONDUIT. SCP-5660's THEOCONDUIT is to be checked weekly by PoI-5660, in order to restrain SCP-5660-1 in this physical plane of existence. PoI-5660, prior to being a host to SCP-5660-1. Description: SCP-5660 refers to a bottomless sinkhole located 250 meters under Vatican City. SCP-5660 serves as a connection between baseline theological reality and presumably the Christian ideal of Hell, as detailed by Foundation precursor agencies. Most documents of the linked reality are described akin to Dante Alighieri's Inferno - having nine "circles" and a frozen core. An unknown amount of demonic entities are present within SCP-5660. It is known, however, that these demonic entities are currently attempting to enter baseline reality via ascending SCP-5660. Successful attempts are known as ALIGHIERI events, having occurred 171 times previously in recorded history. The motives of these entities are currently unknown. Demonic entities present within SCP-5660 are repelled when one of the 7 ideals of Christian sins are confessed to or performed near SCP-5660 with intent to repent. Prior containment efforts by Foundation predecessor organizations primarily focused on confessing directly into SCP-5660 itself, or performing repentant sinful activity directly next to an uncovered SCP-5660. However, current containment efforts are focused on confessing directly to PoI-5660: Pope Francis I, who was implanted with SCP-5660-1, a miniature cavity within PoI-5660's left tibia. Confessing or performing sinful acts to repent in front of PoI-5660 has the same repulsionary effect. To minimize demonic activity, PoI-5660 was approached by Foundation agents within Vatican City. Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Isaac Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: Immediately prior to this interview, PoI-5660 was made aware of the presence of SCP-5660 and SCP-5660-1. The purpose of this interview was to attempt to garner Vatican support in repelling SCP-5660. <BEGIN LOG> [PoI-5660 is saying prayers with his rosary.] PoI-5660: Mercy of God, encompass us, and deliver us from- Oakton: Excuse me, Your Holiness? If we may, could we get the interview going? PoI-5660: Yes, yes. My apologies. Oakton: There are demons attempting to enter our reality. One of these demons has somehow made a hole in… you, Your Holiness. PoI-5660: And you need people and the clergy to sin or confess in front of me? To close this hole? Oakton: Well, no. The hole's a sorta portal for the actual… sin juice to flow to these demons. Sadly, it's too risky to attempt a bone graft or something similar to actually close this wholly. [PoI-5660 furrows his brow.] PoI-5660: I suppose if it is good for humanity, then this is what the Lord hath decreed for me, as my divine purpose. What is your plan? Oakton: Currently, we don't know how many Tartarean class entities are attempting to climb up. However, it- we do know that performing sinful acts near or into the hole- PoI-5660: Which has been covered up. Oakton: Which has been covered up, or confessing them, to a lesser extent, repels them. However, your portal in your bone? It can do the same, and it siphons that energy that your holy disdain for these acts produces, and counteracts their climb, if that makes any sense. PoI-5660: Some. Where are we planning to perform these actions? How many times per day? Oakton: Wherever you may open up, Your Holiness. The whole of the Vatican, perhaps? Even if not, if you could restrict one confession chamber to just this, that would be phenomenal. On the time portion… once per day per sin. [PoI-5660 deliberates for 12 seconds, before looking mildly uncomfortable.] PoI-5660: Pride, wrath, greed, gluttony- all these should be easy to confess, no? As for lust- Oakton: Sadly, Your Holiness, yes. To repel Arbor class entities, yes. PoI-5660: Ave Maria. [PoI-5660 sighs.] I never believed my blessing by Him would force me to this. But, it is a weight that hangs heavy upon me. How long until the hole closes up? Oakton: The one in your bone, or the one in the ground? PoI-5660: My bone. And remind me of the classes of these demons? What risk they pose? It's all a lot for me. A lot of terrifying knowledge. Oakton: Apologies for that disquieting news, but you'll stay holey for awhile, Your Holiness. [PoI-5660 remains silent for 10 seconds.] PoI-5660: Did the sinning start yet, or- <END LOG> Incident Log - Avoided ALIGHIERI Event On August 13th, 2021, 13 tremors were felt below the Vatican. Temperatures within a 20 km radius spontaneously increased by an average of 3 degrees Celsius for approximately two hours. Foundation attempts at recontainment proved unsuccessful. In haste, the first test run of attempting a shutdown of the impending ALIGHIERI event via utilization of PoI-5660 was approved. 32 sins were committed in front of PoI-5660, including aggravated and painless assault, boasting, gossiping, idolatry, and incessant swearing. All actions proved effective in repelling SCP-5660, according to THEOCONDUIT readings. PoI-5660 expressed discomfort in having these actions performed in front of him, though affirmed he would be open to future containment efforts. Approximately 30 minutes after successful repulsion, SCP-5660-1 produced a series of vocalizations for the first time. PoI-5660 reported no physical discomfort. Foundation spectrogram analysis is currently pending. Interview Log Post-ALIGHIERI Event Interviewer: Researcher Isaac Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: PoI-5660 requested an interview immediately following the previous ALIGHIERI event. The request was granted, and an interview time was set up. The nature of this interview is kept casual as Researcher Oakton and PoI-5660 walk around the grounds of the Vatican in order to reduce stress on PoI-5660. <BEGIN LOG> [PoI-5660 is shaking his head, as the two walk away from the THEOCONDUIT.] PoI-5660: This isn't a joke, is it? What they can do? Oakton: Of all the possible topics you'd think I'd joke about with you, Your Holiness, forcing the Pope to watch people fuck to repel world-ending demons is nowhere on that list. PoI-5660: Oh Lord. Granted, I worked as a bouncer for a few years, and I have seen my fair share of dirty actions, but still. [Researcher Oakton winces, looking up at the sky, then at the ground.] Oakton: My sincerest apologies for the vulgarity, Your Holiness. But you can see what they're capable of, no? PoI-5660: Well yes, but the end of times- This is not how it was supposed to go. Oakton: At times, Your Holiness, there's a few things we have to do. How's the saying go: "God helps those who help themselves?" PoI-5660: Yes, I've heard of it. I suppose it's apt in this situation. Oakton: That it is. PoI-5660: If I must be honest, Oakton? I am scared. I have feared God for most of my life. However, this is nothing like that. Raw, primal fear. I have scoured the Vatican's archives. I have found where they have appeared in ages past. [Oakton tentatively places a hand on PoI-5660's shoulder, then removes it, as they stroll through the garden.] Oakton: It's concerning, yes. But it's nothing we cannot handle. I've never been much of a religious man. Not to say I don't believe in god, but… it's a tad confusing, to put it lightly. The whole of it is. [PoI-5660 stifles a laugh, as he smiles at a nearby tree.] Oakton: Yes, that wasn't intentional that time, but I can't help but think. We can prevail. We have in the past. Even if you do not look at such actions as the parting of the Red Sea, or Noah and his ark, we as a race are equally, if not more powerful. PoI-5660: That is motivating. Bless you, Oakton. Oakton: I must confess, Your Holiness. I too am scared. But this thing feeds off of what we give it. So I plan to show it none, Your Holiness. I hope you do not, either. We can't live in fear. We must live with joy, and hope we can choke out whatever sins this thing requires. PoI-5660: Wise words. Perhaps you should be a motivational speaker. [Researcher Oakton chuckles.] Oakton: Your Holiness, I've not got many experiences I can use to motivate people. It'd probably just depress the shit out of them. PoI-5660: I thought we stopped the incessant cursing, no? Unless there's trembles I can't notice- [PoI-5660 feigns fear, as Researcher Oakton shakes his head.] Oakton: You're a pleasant man, Your Holiness. A little extra push always helps to cleanse me of my sins. At the end of it? I truly believe we've got this, Your Holiness. PoI-5660: I hope so, Oakton. I hope so. May God bless us with his unending mercy. <END LOG> Email Correspondence To: Vatican Anomaly Command2 From: Researcher Oakton Subject: Re:5660 Your Holiness, Efforts made by the Church to assist in containment have proven most effective - the confession chamber that has been set up in your vicinity has singlehandedly reduced ALIGHIERI events by tenfold. Further recommendations include increased importance to be placed on being absolved of one's sins during daily prayer. Godspeed, Researcher Oakton To: Researcher Oakton From: Vatican Anomaly Command Subject: Re:5660 Dear Oakton, The Church is pleased to hear of such good tidings. You were right to say we ought not to fear. We have a few ideas in mind - Your Holiness wishes to know how many newspapers worldwide that you can get a hold of? Godspeed, The Vatican To: Vatican Anomaly Command From: Researcher Oakton Subject: Re:5660 Your Holiness, I am pleased to say the print ads placed in local newspapers have increased the amount of people that repent their sins and confess. At this point, ALIGHIERI events have reduced in incidence so sharply, that the Foundation is considering an official congratulations to be placed on the Vatican itself. Sincerely, Researcher Oakton To: Researcher Oakton From: Vatican Anomaly Command Subject: Re:5660 Dear Oakton, The Church requests no such congratulations - the wellbeing of the clergy is enough. After the relatively negative representation The Church has received, I'm very happy to hear that we're turning to a positive effort. Instead, I'd like to request further attempts at containment. What was it you said? It's impossible to stop the sin from entering the person as long as the devil exists - instead, we must confront our sins. Something like that. I remember you saying "choke" once or twice. No matter. Godspeed, Your Holiness, Pope Francis I Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: PoI-5660 requested the following interview to finalize plans to further decrease the incidence of ALIGHIERI events. PoI-5660: If I'm going to be honest with you here, Oakton, we must defeat this decisively. Deliver a finishing, holy blow, as it were. Oakton: I am pleased to hear that. PoI-5660: I have spent some time concerning this, and debating about what needs to be done. Oakton: Do tell. [PoI-5660 looks determined as he nods towards Researcher Oakton.] PoI-5660: We choke these devils out. Rid them of most, if not all food in the surrounding area. [Researcher Oakton nods slowly, gesturing for PoI-5660 to continue.] PoI-5660: We know they are weakened when sins are confessed. However, our internal studies have shown the younger generations are not as… attuned to doing so. Oakton: So- [PoI-5660 taps his forehead as he smiles knowingly.] PoI-5660: So I have taken it upon myself to create a plan without the VAC's knowledge. One I feel will work exceptionally well. [PoI-5660 places a paper onto the table, pointing at a specific portion of it.] PoI-5660: Start here. [Researcher Oakton takes a moment to look through the plan. He then circles one portion of it, and writes a few sentences in the margin.] Oakton: I'd suggest adding some cooperation. A sudden uptick of one of the major religions trying to spread its… wares of confession everywhere would likely be unwise. PoI-5660: And more is always better. Oakton: This is far-reaching, Your Holiness, be warned. PoI-5660: I am aware. But it is nothing we cannot handle, as absurd as it sounds. Thankfully, we spend time away from endless cursing at me to something a tad more… friendly, as it were. [PoI-5660 taps the paper, looking to Researcher Oakton periodically.] PoI-5660: It is true we must tap a number of industries for our use. Preposterous, to any sane person. What we are dealing with however, is not sane. But this is for the greater good. [PoI-5660 removes a phone from his pocket, tapping a few numbers, before putting it away. Researcher Oakton nods, impressed.] Oakton: I am blown away, Your Holiness. Very thorough. PoI-5660: I tried to follow in the footsteps of those who came before me. Oakton: I see resolve shining in your eyes like a diamond, Your Holiness. I did not expect this from you. [PoI-5660 chuckles softly.] PoI-5660: I used to be a janitor. You would be tricking yourself if you thought I did not know how to take out the trash. <END LOG> PROPOSAL TO INCREASE CHURCH PRESENCE WITHIN THE ONLINE-SPHERE: OPERATION RADDAGHER We, the Church, recognize that the day upon which the Devils stop their attempts is soon upon us. The proverbial final nail in the coffin is soon upon us. To ensure their death, we propose the following - Increased YouTube videos that encourage members of the church to absolve their sins Increased public appearances by Pope Francis I, His Holiness, to ensure that more sins directly enter The Cavity Further print ads designed to spark fear in the populace Coordinated efforts with other religions to attempt to confess sins and draw a clear boundary between confession and conversion Funding the video game industry to involve games that concern absolution of sins [COMPLETE: SEE DANTE'S INFERNO] Examine the Large Cavity to ascertain the origin of these Beasts We firmly believe that following these actions will ensure a total annihilation of the Devil himself, and cement safety of the clergy as a whole. Godspeed, the Church. Approved by the SCP Foundation. Approved by His Holiness. Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Isaac Oakton Interviewee: PoI-5660 Foreword: PoI-5660 requested a casual interview with Researcher Oakton. Given the overall efficacy of containment procedures by Vatican Anomaly Command, this request was approved as a congratulations. <BEGIN LOG> Oakton: Hello, Your Holiness. What is the reason for this interview, may I ask? [The two are strolling through the gardens again. PoI-5660 stands near a nearby column. He spends five seconds examining it from top to bottom, then turns to Researcher Oakton.] PoI-5660: No reason. I simply wanted to talk. Enjoy company, as it were. Oakton: I see. What's on your mind, Your Holiness? PoI-5660: Might I request for you to drop the honorific? Just for now. Oakton: Of course. PoI-5660: Thank you. [Researcher Oakton shakes his head, extending his arms in front of him dismissively. PoI-5660 takes his arms, and shakes them, looking Researcher Oakton in the eye.] PoI-5660: Oakton, I must say the last few weeks we've spent together have been an honor for me to have. Oakton: No, no, I should say the same to you - granted, we didn't meet in the best of occasions, but nevertheless, it was enjoyable. PoI-5660: Oakton, sit with me. [PoI-5660 gestures to a nearby bench. He sits down, patting the space next to him. Oakton sits. As PoI-5660 speaks, he smirks.] PoI-5660: This has been a beautiful change of pace - the stopping of constant meetings, public appearances, and the like. Despite being chosen by His grace, it is tiring. I wonder how Jesus did it all. Oakton: Who knows? PoI-5660: If I must be honest, I was always quite fearful of the whole situation. Fearful, but determined. That's the key. Even if we did a lot, and I reiterate, a lot of amazing stuff, we approached it and persevered. Oakton: True. That is true. PoI-5660: It's all turned out for the better, however. We have truly helped the clergy, the downtrodden, the whole of the planet itself. Eh? Oakton: Oh hell, you've got to be kidding me. [PoI-5660 lets out an uncharacteristically loud laugh, wiping tears from his eyes. Researcher Oakton looks at PoI-5660, a soft look in his eyes.] PoI-5660: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to. God's- Oakton: Will, and all that. Yes. Jesus willed it as so, saw it this far in history. As if God made you Pope to ensure that you could tell dad jokes for the rest of eternity. Perhaps that's why you used to go by "Father." PoI-5660: That's one better, good Isaac. You said my resolve was shining like a diamond. Is it still there? Oakton: That it is, good Francis. PoI-5660: That it is. [PoI-5660 and Researcher Oakton stare at each other with a smile for approximately 20 seconds. They embrace, and sit silently looking at the THEOCONDUIT.] Oakton: We did good work. PoI-5660: But there's more to do, Isaac. <END LOG> Incident Log One day after the previous interview log, tectonic and temperature anomalies lower in strength compared to the previous ALIGHIERI event appeared for approximately 30 minutes, reducing temperature in a radius of 1 km to 12 degrees Celsius. 11 sins were confessed to PoI-5660, all of which proved effective in repelling demonic entities. No vocalizations were emitted by SCP-5660. Instead, loud scratching noises and screams could be heard, for two minutes. Due to a lack of all qualifying factors for an ALIGHIERI event, this event has been recorded as a "related event." It is theorized that the lack of initial power compared to other ALIGHIERI events is due to efforts made by the Vatican Anomaly Command. Official congratulations are currently pending approval by the O5 Council. Email Correspondence To: Vatican Anomaly Command From: Researcher Oakton Subject: Re:5660 Your Holiness, Your proposal, in practice, certainly is very effective. The Foundation will attempt to support it in any way possible. The following seems true - this may be the last bit of communication we need to have with each other for the foreseeable future. If it is, it truly has been a blessing to work with you, Your Holiness. I enjoyed our time together. Sincerely, Researcher Oakton To: Researcher Oakton From: Vatican Anomaly Command Subject: Re:5660 Dear Oakton, Though our time together is up, you can always come reach me, my friend. It has been God's blessing for me to work with you too. I enjoyed every passing second of it. Sincerely, Your Holiness, Your Friend, Pope Francis I Following no attempted ALIGHIERI events for approximately 4 months, Foundation personnel temporarily relocated the THEOCONDUIT to attempt to examine SCP-5660 at a deeper level. Tethered cameras were sent down SCP-5660, with no notable sights for four days. At a depth of approximately 44 km, Foundation cameras recorded the following image, along with a vocalization from SCP-56603. The pictured skeletal structure, nearly 20 meters in length, was embedded into SCP-5660's wall. No removal attempts were successful. The skeleton did not resemble any animals present in baseline reality — however, bone marrow analysis suggests the cause of death as experiencing starvation as a typical animal might. Tectonic and temperature anomalies have not subsided, though unmeltable ice is now present in deeper levels of SCP-5660. No further activity has been noted from demonic entities present within SCP-5660. Footnotes 1. Technology designed to siphon Akiva radiation and Tartarean Resonance Energy from surrounding godlike or demonic entities. 2. A group created within the Vatican, consisting of bishops and headed by PoI-5660 to assist in containment of SCP-5660 and other Catholic anomalies. 3. Spectrogram analysis revealed the repeating imagery of a cobra. |
SCP-5661 | safe | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-5661 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the location of SCP-5661, it is currently impossible that civilians will reach it. However, the possibility remains for civilian detection. As such, any attempts to seismically analyze the Earth must have a Foundation embed. Should evidence of SCP-5661 be discovered, this embed is to remove any and all such evidence, contacting MTF Eta-8 for amnestic treatment if necessary. Description: SCP-5661 is a spherical chamber, approximately 1200 meters in diameter located at the exact center of the Earth's core. Although SCP-5661 can be detected through nonanomalous methods, it can only currently be reached through anomalous means. The interior of SCP-5661 is anomalously capable of supporting life. The extreme heat, pressure and gravity that would be expected from the location of SCP-5661 are not present within SCP-5661: rather, it possesses a constant temperature of approximately 290 degrees Kelvin. Despite SCP-5661 being a near-perfect vacuum, living organisms are able to respirate without ill-effect, and sound travels regardless of the lack of atmosphere. Gravity is oriented to the surface of the Earth. At the center of SCP-5661 is a spherical spatial distortion (designated SCP-5661-1) with a diameter of approximately 600 meters containing two anomalous entities (designated SCP-5661-KORE and SCP-5661-SATURN). SCP-5661-1 is subject to massive fluctuations in temperature, pressure, gravity, time, pH, light and other factors at random. It generally produces 100 lux of light at any given time. SCP-5661-KORE is a humanoid entity physically resembling an adult Homo sapiens idaltu, with immediately obvious anomalies. SCP-5661-KORE is able to heal injuries by emitting flashes of light exceeding 50,000 lux, after which all physical trauma will be removed. SCP-5661-KORE is constantly holding a sword made of an unknown white metal, which is repaired during the aforementioned healing process. SCP-5661-SATURN is a large vaguely humanoid entity, resembling a highly emaciated human male. SCP-5661-SATURN possesses a number of nonhuman features, including greatly distended limbs, an additional ten arms, large horns, and dark grey skin. SCP-5661-SATURN possesses the ability to rapidly regenerate lost mass and/or injuries; separated body parts disintegrate when separated. ADDENDUM 5661.A On July 15th, 1965, a lone member of the Serpent's Hand opened a Way into SCP-5661, set up art supplies and began to paint SCP-5661-1. Foundation agents were within SCP-5661 at the time, but located at a significant distance from the member of the Serpent's Hand. Although the agents immediately attempted to apprehend to the member of the Hand, the Hand member had ample time to escape. However, a large collection of objects was left behind at the time, including the following: I Love You, Mama Ages and ages and ages ago, Just as man began to know fear, A devil came to earth. Rising from the black dirt, It made a demand of the world. A wish to feast, a wish to eat: The hearts of a hundred infants, The teeth of a thousand more. All of this and much else. The people bowed down in fear and offered up bountiful harvest. And so it slunk under the world. But it would return again, And so on and so on, for centuries. Until a girl, of but few years, Grabbed her father's white sword, Recieved her mother's kiss, And stood before her demon. The beast laughed and laughed, And filled the canyons with mirth. But his opponent was undaunted: She merely took her gleaming sword, And spat in his face. He tore her to shreads on the spot. The corpse lay broken on the ground. But then she picked herself up, And stood immortal forever. The champion took her brilliant blade And split the ground itself. A chasm opened in the world, Down to the very crux of the world, Eating her wretched enemy. She followed, blade in hand Never to return again, nor to rest Nor to see the light of day, And to never know defeat or cowardice. ADDENDUM 5661.B SCP-5661-KORE and SCP-5661-SATURN have been engaged in physical combat for the entirety of the time in which they have been observed by the Foundation. Each is able to navigate and move freely within SCP-5661-1 without issue, and both frequently use this ability to navigate during the fight. The pair frequently converse in what has been tentatively identified as Proto-Afroasiatic. As Proto-Afroasiatic remains undeciphered, the content of this speech is unknown. Since the beginning of observation, the fight has been markedly one-sided. SCP-5661-KORE is rarely injured by SCP-5661-SATURN, and quickly heals from any injuries. SCP-5661-SATURN spends the overwhelming majority of its time either attempting to flee from SCP-5661-KORE or failing to negotiate with it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5661" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5661. Licensed under CC-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-5662 | euclid | Act III: Life and Depth - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} A section of SCP-5662, with an inactive SCP-5662-1 instance in the background. Nonanomalous fauna can be seen in the foreground. Item Number: 5662 Object Class/Clearance: Euclid/Two Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5662 is to be cordoned off from commercial and research vessel routes, and declared hazardous for travel. Refrigeration systems, along with visual and audio recording systems are set up around collected SCP-5662-1 material, and logs are to be reviewed nightly. In the event of a SCP-5662-1 activation, the plot of the event is to be recorded thoroughly. Exploration of SCP-5662 is forbidden. Description: SCP-5662 is a roughly circular section of the Arctic Ocean, approximately 20 km in diameter, located near northern Russia. SCP-5662 contains a number of free-floating icebergs and ice shelves, designated SCP-5662-1. Instances of SCP-5662-1 randomly will display short, benign visual anomalies on specific sections of its structure that are roughly at a 90 degree angle. These anomalies create corresponding audio once viewed, and only while being viewed. The origin of SCP-5662-1 instances' projections are currently unknown, and it is unknown as to how an SCP-5662-1 instance can detect whether or not it is currently being viewed. As long as recording equipment or a viewer is looking at SCP-5662-1, sounds produced by the instance are audible, even if the listener is within diving gear or a vehicle. All report audio quality similar to modern earphones or speakers. All visual anomalies produced by SCP-5662 are of video quality similar to a home video camera, shaky and poor. Content of these anomalies vary — though most are related to PoI-5662, marine biologist Pierre Currant, former host of Down Down Deep with Dr. Currant, a weekly half-hour documentary series focused on the flora and fauna present in the Mesophalagic zone1 and lower. Related documentation is attached below. Addendum 1 - SCP-5662-1 Analysis and Discovery PoI-5662. SCP-5662's effects were discovered following the delay of a shipping vessel carrying floating bath toys, cars, and furniture by approximately two days. The captain reported seeing "visions of life" on ice as the ship passed through SCP-5662's area of effect, and was severely reprimanded by the vessel's company for the delay. The reason for the delay as detailed in the report was brought to the attention of Foundation plants, and a temporary containment area was established. Upon initial containment, SCP-5662-1 instances displayed no anomalous effects for approximately a week. During this time, analysis of SCP-5662-1 instances' composition was performed. Results are attached below. REPORT: INITIAL CHEMICAL ANALYSIS Roughly 3 kg of material was collected from 12 different SCP-5662-1 instances. Chemical analysis revealed the majority of SCP-5662-1 instances to be composed of nonanomalous crystalline water formations. However, microscopic scans showed the presence of bioluminescent bacterium, similar in structure to S. aureus. These bacterium were shaped similar to satellite discs, and reacted to stimulation synchronously, as a hive-like entity. Testing with microwaves and radio waves elicited no response. Smaller collected instances, however, continued to manifest the same anomalies as larger SCP-5662-1 instances. For this reason, testing is to be performed with collected SCP-5662-1 instances. Initial SCP-5662-1 projections were of the opening sequence of the first episode of Down Down Deep. A transcript is attached below. <BEGIN LOG> [After a brief countdown and moments of static, the title for the show appears, set against a dark blue background. Occasional specks of dust and minor errors in film show as the camera continues rolling. As the camera zooms out, the title fades, revealing that the previous background was the back of a humpback whale. The camera follows the whale as it breaks the surface of the water, then dives under, at which point it switches to a view of PoI-5662 on a sailboat. As PoI-5662 speaks, he walks around the boat, pulling at rigging and rope, not looking at the camera once.] PoI-5662: Sometimes, people ask me why I find the ocean so astounding. The answer is simple, my dear friends. We all came from the ocean, and we will all return to it, just like a big loop. [Silence] Do you know of the rain cycle, my friend? How it falls down, only to evaporate back into the sky? Sometimes, I feel like rain. Maybe you do too. Very happy, and then we rain back down to the ground. But we will always go back up again. And the ocean, the ocean is only the biggest form of that. [Laughs] It is a beautiful thing, life. [PoI-5662 sighs, before tapping his forehead.] PoI-5662: For what I think, the ocean is a weightless place. Your worries and the like can all be lost. You need to rely on nothing to simply float. It is a carefree place — that of dreams. [PoI-5662 gestures for the viewer to follow him, before slowly pointing at the ocean on the port side of the ship.] PoI-5662: So come, come my dear friends. Relax your body, quiet your mind, and let the current whisk you away on a journey down, down deep. <END LOG> WARNING: APPROPRIATE CLEARANCE NECESSARY. The following logs are for personnel with Level 2 clearance and above. If you do not have appropriate clearance, do not attempt to view the following logs. You are being watched. Addendum 2 - Exploration Logs Foreword: Junior Researcher Lee Fen, due to experience with diving and aquatic anomalies, was assigned for further research into movements of SCP-5662-1 instances. While doing so, a particular SCP-5662-1 instance was found to extend further into the mesopelagic zone than expected. Equipped with an experimental reinforced submersible, Researcher Fen was approved to perform a series of recorded expeditions to collect further data on this instance. The following is a transcript of the first and final expedition. <BEGIN LOG> [The camera atop the submersible Obra Dinn shows Fen talking with the captain of the ship from which the Dinn is being launched.] Fen: Alright, heading off. See you. Captain: Yep. See you. Stay frosty! Or, er, warm. The view from the Obra Dinn. [Fen shuts the hatch of the Dinn as he waves goodbye.] Fen: Ha. Yeah, yeah, I'll be sure. [The camera view then switches to inside the submersible. It is fairly spacious, roughly the size of a small walk-in closet. Fen holds the camera, speaking into it.] Fen: This is Lee Fen. If you are asking, yes, I am indeed underwater. I am here to er, bootleg a TV show, I guess. Seemed like a fairly easy job, plus a decent distraction, so here I am. Got supplies, and I'll be down here for… a couple of days. Two? Two. [Fen removes a small candy bar from his pocket, slowly taking small bites.] Fen: This is likely the last bit of chocolate I'll taste for awhile. The last bit of uhm, decent tasting chocolate, I guess. I must savor it. Otherwise I'll have to lubricate the packs with my spit to rehydrate them to some semblance of this taste. [On finishing, Fen wipes his hands on his pants. He adjusts the camera slightly, ensuring it can see both him and outside, where the SCP-5662-1 instance can be seen. Fen looks at it.] Fen: Isn't it beautiful? Bit boring, predictable, and very very white, but otherwise, beautiful. [Fen takes the wrapper of the chocolate bar out of his pocket, holding it up, before throwing it out .] Fen: Ah, who am I kidding? I'm gonna be fucking, like, Tom Hanks by the end of this. Speaking to candy bar wrappers for company. [Mockingly] Oh, hey Hershey. How're the kids? Melted at all? Ah, ah yes, great. Absolutely fucking perfect. [Fen sighs, looking outside for approximately five minutes, before speaking softly.] Fen: It reminds me too much of up there. <20 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> Fen: Well, it looks like it's happening! Sweet. [The camera flips to a view outside of the submersible.] [The video starts with PoI-5662 holding a small, closed tube filled with water while sitting on a lower level of a sailboat. Upon closer inspection, the video reveals that it contains krill, as PoI-5662 begins to speak. The video follows Fen as the Dinn continues to sink.] PoI-5662, with a krill on his finger. PoI-5662: Krill. So, so small. They look quite… scary at that view, don't they dear friend? [Laughs] Fear not. They won't harm you, even if you come upon them in the wild. Though, it would be difficult for you to notice them. They feed on plankton, the little ones of any ocean ecosystem. [PoI-5662 swirls the tube, causing the krill inside to move.] PoI-5662: It's astounding though, is it not? Every step of every level of our ocean, something is living. From the very, very small, to the very very big. Do you know that whale you saw at the beginning, dear friend? Did you know it actually eats these little ones? Isn't that amazing? Something so big swallowing and being filled by something so small. It makes you think. [PoI-5662 sets down the tube, and removes a single krill from it, briefly. He then puts it back.] PoI-5662: As some of you may know, I have fallen on hard times. I am banking on this show to help me survive, just like the whale, well the baleen type, banks that there will be these little ones to feed it. But all of these are something small. Just like the whale eats the krill, and lets them er, go, later, so too is that small. I trust that you, dear friend, are struggling with something. Perhaps you fear for a job, or perhaps your school, or maybe even worry for your loved one, be it relative or someone special. The krill flow around mainly by ocean currents — the problems cannot control where they go. But instead, the whale simply swallows them, and— [Static]] [The video fades out as the event ends. The inner camera view returns, showing Fen reading a book.] Fen: Thank god. It was fucking loud. I don't need to be preached at by… some fucking ice. You know what I have to say about that? [Fen removes a small cooler from a shelf of the submersible. He removes two cubes of ice, and places them into his thermos of water. He then takes multiple long sips.] Fen: There. Suck it. I guess. I don't know. At least the thing was recording. [Fen continues to sip, slower and slower. All of a sudden, he puts down the book quickly, bookmarking his page.] Fen: Urgh. Why do I do this to myself? It's that book. It's not like— Like I have a problem with it. It's just the character. I guess. I don't quite know myself. I don't like how prying it all is though. Even under here, you're, or I am, at least, reminded of it. [Fen sits silently for a few minutes, rubbing his temple.] Fen: Everywhere, you know what I mean? You just see it everywhere. And it's not fun and you spend literal hours of your time worrying about this sort of thing. Absolutely fucking pain, camera. It sucks so fucking bad. [Fen briefly clenches his stomach, weakly chuckling.] Fen: Haha, it's funny. It's like— I dunno, like I'm some masochist or something. I don't like the pain, but thinking about h- it, well it causes it to come on, and then I end up getting used to it some, I guess. And it's all I can think about. [Fen tosses his book at the opposite wall. The Dinn briefly tilts, before returning to equilibrium.] Fen: Jesus. You end up, like. Rationalizing it? I don't know. It's hard to explain, and I guess I'm waxing poetic, s— [Another event begins as Fen speaks. Fen quiets, and flips camera view to outside.] PoI-5662: I hope you'll come talk to me again, my dear friend, where the waves crash against the shore. Until next time, au revoir. [A loud "Cut!" can be heard, and PoI-5662 rubs the bridge of his nose. A man with a thick beard, wire-frame glasses, and a bald head comes to talk with PoI-5662.] Unidentified: Pierre, you— You gotta understand, no one's into the ocean anymore. It's all space now. Space and dinosaurs. PoI-5662: No, no. That cannot be. I will not allow it to be. There's got to be viewers for us, somewhere. Unidentified: Thankfully, it's not enough for the network to put us on the chopping block, but it's just barely enough to keep us afloat. You're— I don't know how to put it gently. PoI-5662: Then put it sharply. I will take it. You know me, Jakob. [Jakob sighs, removes his glasses, and wipes them. Putting them back on, he taps his clipboard, before nodding.] Jakob: You see this, Pierre? Your bottom line is… not enough to fulfill your promise. You know, to— PoI-5662: Make it. I don't care how. Slice my salary, cut down on the amount of food present on deck. You know Kristen ends up sick anyways. You will ensure that promise is kept, Jakob. Jakob: A-alright. Sure. We'll do it. [PoI-5662 claps Jakob's back, grinning.] PoI-5662: Good man. [Jakob walks away. PoI-5662 ensures Jakob is out of sight, then sits back down, breathing deeply.] PoI-5662: Alright Pierre. Recall, out of the spiral. Out of the whirlpool. Do not fret. Do not worry. [The event ends.] <80 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> Fen: -know I'm rambling, but it's. I don't know. What even is the point of me talking here? It's not like anyone listens, here or otherwise. For all they know, I'm just Lee Fen, Junior Researcher, guy-we-only-tapped-because-you're-good-at-water-stuff-and-we-know-jack-about-you. Yeah, that's who I am. It… makes sense, I guess. [Fen takes another card from a stack, and adds it to a tower to his right, grinning.] Fen: Aaaand… There. Got it. Surprisingly, I have to commend the tech folks for making something this impressive. It's stable enough for this shit. But, fuck, I'm bored. I'm so fucking bored. [Fen crouches, looking through the small bookshelf under his bed.] Fen: Read, read, read, read, read. Couldn't give me any new material, could you? All basic college textbooks. Hell, I could recite this one from heart. [Fen takes another drink from his thermos, then wipes his lips.] Fen: I'm parched. Heh, "parched." Good word. Reminds me of what they- sh- it. It used to say. God, I miss that. A lot. [Fen sighs.] Fen: You know, Fen, it's. It's ok. You'll be ok, no matter what answer you get. You'll be ok. Don't worry. [Fen grins, holding a thumbs up for approximately 10 seconds, before shaking his head repeatedly, putting the thumb back down.] Fen: Oh, I'm fucking joking. It's been three fucking months. Goddamnit, Fen. If your supervisor saw you have a nervous breakdown on camera, hoo boy, would that suck. [He laughs, hyperventilating and having minor spasms in his hand.] Fen: It's not the same. It's late. I mean, it always looks late out now, but like- You get what I mean, camera. You get it. [Fen retrieves a small blanket from the other side of the Dinn. The Dinn hums as Fen wraps the blanket around himself, and goes to sleep.] <45 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> [Fen is still asleep. Another event begins, with the outer camera automatically switching upon detecting audio from SCP-5662-1. The size of this projection is considerably larger than previous manifestations. PoI-5662, considerably younger, is in a tuxedo, speaking into a microphone.] PoI-5662: All I can say today, is how blessed I am to be with you all. Especially you. So, so blessed. But come, come, let's toast, my dear friends. Let's toast. Unidentified Female: To somewhere deep, deep down. Many Voices: To somewhere deep, deep down! [The event ends.] <329 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> The view from the outside of the Obra Dinn. [Fen awakens. The submersible is shaken by a passing jellyfish.] Fen: Thank god I can't see out there. Those things are fucking terrifying. Wouldn't even imagine them in my worst dreams. [Fen shudders, before lifting up the wrapper from earlier.] Fen: Well, the one form of comfort I have. Don't fail me now. [Fen picks at crumbs in the wrapper, licking it clean. He then turns to the camera.] Fen: Oi. Don't fucking look at me, Cam. [Fen coughs, choking briefly.] Fen: God, I hate this. I came here to get away, not be in mortal terror. If I wanted that all I needed to do was think. Wish my fucking brain'd turn off with this shit too. [The Dinn hums, its lights flickering.] Fen: Yeah, thanks Dinn. Great help. [He sighs, humming a small, slow song.] Fen: This was her favorite, know that? I got into it cause of her. [He chuckles, taking out a book to read as the event starts. Fen then puts the book down, looking out the window, switching the camera to the outer view. PoI-5662 is talking to an unidentified female, off camera, as he sits on a lawnchair, sipping from a mug.] PoI-5662: Have I ever told you of the real reason I loved the ocean? Unidentified Female: No, no you haven't. PoI-5662: I really… I loved what laid within. It was a mystery. It still is. I can't tell you what is under there. I don't know that anyone could. But it's… it's not like anyone quite understands. It's all money, money, money. A speech barely pays now. I can hardly keep the donations going. My promise, and all that— Unidentified Female: I know, I know you worry, Pierre. I've known you long enough, since you were in diapers. PoI-5662: I thank you for that. For all of it, even you cleaning up my… droppings. [PoI-5662 sighs.] Sadly, optimism and hope doesn't pay the bills, nor… dissuade anything. Unidentified Female: It's not one of your famous quotes, but let me try to put it in a way you'll understand. Do you remember when we used to travel around for your show? Before, you know, the thing. PoI-5662: How could I forget? Unidentified Female: The spark that was in your eyes was a wild one. So full of light. Even when you talked about wanting to go far down as you possibly could with her, and the studio quickly saying that it wouldn't cover insurance, you still… were happy. You had that spark. It's not gone yet, but it's fading. PoI-5662: That is something I hope. I miss her greatly. Unidentified Female: I know you do. I know. PoI-5662: I'm sorry for sounding like a broken record. [The event fades. Fen wipes his eyes.] Fen: See— that's. That's it. Like, that's it. You know what I mean? I don't know if you do, but that's it. That's what I feel like. That's what I think of and that's what that… song makes me feel like. I think like that every day about it, you see. And I wish I could distill it somewhere, and just…use it for something, man. But I don't know. I'm rambling. I just miss… that feeling of just floating in space, in orbit, but still being firmly rooted on the ground. It's an amazing one. I wish I could tell her. [Fen looks out the window.] Fen: I guess… I don't know. I haven't done much. It's not as if anyone'd miss me. But at least this thing… speaks to me. Whatever it is. The ocean knows. And the currents can take me wherever they want. [Fen rubs the wrapper in his pocket.] Fen: I miss feeling right. But the water feels… better, in a way. Familiar. I don't need to think of her. Or worry about her answer. This… feeling is strange. But it. It won't change. I don't think it will. Might be thoughts, might be anxiety, might be worries. <32 minutes of extraneous recording removed.> [A soft clunk is heard as an event begins. As the Dinn sinks, lights can be seen off in the distance, organized in a grid. Small amounts of smoke can be seen exiting the tops of a row of cubic shapes nearby. PoI-5662 is speaking directly into the camera.] The view from the outside of the Obra Dinn. PoI-5662: I believe the show will do just fine without me. I have entrusted it to someone, or something, I know I can trust. Technology is wonderful. [PoI-5662 continues to speak as Fen exits the submersible in proper diving equipment. Fen can be seen walking away, out of sight, despite immense water pressure.] PoI-5662: In truth, life is difficult. But it will come to pass. You will understand your feelings. And they will not let you go. You may believe they do, but they will not. Love never fades. The currents only whisk it away. Sometimes the currents are strong. Sometimes they are weaker than your love. But it never truly fades. [PoI-5662 smiles. His face disappears, replaced with a large white blob that takes up the entirety of the visible portion of the SCP-5662-1 instance.] PoI-5662: So, come my dear friends. Let's worry about you. Meet me where it's down, down deep. I'll be there, waiting. Let's just talk about it. Maybe we can make a difference then. [As the event ends, the camera zooms out, revealing the large white moving entity in the video to be a phytoplankton, which is eaten by a krill. The Obra Dinn was recovered a day after, upon the expedition's completion. No remains of Junior Researcher Fen were found, except for a chocolate bar wrapper.] <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Twilight Zone. |
SCP-5663 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5663: Sicknasty Truckzilla Author: Rimple + More by Rimple - Hide list SCPs SCP-2338 Rating: 380 SCP-3880 Rating: 341 SCP-2779 Rating: 328 SCP-948 Rating: 288 SCP-2559 Rating: 249 SCP-3772 Rating: 192 SCP-5663 Rating: 100 SCP-6774 Rating: 99 SCP-3559 Rating: 98 SCP-3224 Rating: 92 Tales And You Are? Rating: 119 Headache Rating: 96 This Year Rating: 40 Uhhh Operation ÓverMeta Rating: 280 Draft Swap Hub Rating: 44 With other authors Page Author SCP-3500 DrBleep SCP-3504 OthellotheCat SCP-3373 LordStonefish Hey, the stuff below is just for testing some stuff, please ignore for now New Technical Issues SCP-5662 SCP-5664 SCP Series 6 Written for Jamcon. I'll add more here when I'm not very very tired. Item #: SCP-5663 Special Containment Procedures: Please inspect the below image and answer the question provided. Submit answer POSSIBLE MEMETIC HAZARD DETECTED - SEE INSTRUCTIONS BELOW You may have been exposed to SCP-5663 An advisor has been notified. Please read the following documentation and wait for further instruction SCP-5663-1 instance shortly before capture. Item #: SCP-5663 Special Containment Procedures: Description: SCP-5663 is three sets of yoga poses which, done in sequence, allow the individual who performed them to become an autonomous vehicle. These steps can be reversed to return to normal. While in vehicle form, affected individuals are referred to as SCP-5663-1. The method by which SCP-5663 works is not well understood, appearing to have some sort of effect on reason or reality. For instance, while step three of sequence two instructs performers to tuck their elbows tight into their sides until they hear a click, step 9 asks one to rotate the front of their torso 180 degrees and step 14 involves splitting one's legs apart to reveal a series of wheels hidden inside. Although externally absurd, as long as the steps are done in order they make logical sense to the performer and observers, and no part of the steps can be identified as having any anomalous effect in the moment - only the overall sequence of steps can be identified as anomalous. The vehicles are fixed in form, as below: Sequence one (13 steps): Yellow Volkswagen Beetle with black stripes Sequence two (15 steps): Red Freightliner FL86 with blue accents Sequence three (9 steps): Black and white Suzuki B-King motorcycle with pink accents Some variance has been seen in details of the vehicles, mostly reflecting the clothing and accessories worn by those affected. The only consistent factor that has thus far been determined is that those wearing sunglasses when transformed will have tinted windows. SCP-5663 has a secondary anomalous effect which causes those who witness or are in close proximity to affected individuals to be trapped in certain patterns of speech when describing them in all tested forms of communication. Chiefly, speakers will attempt to import how impressive SCP-5663-1 instances are, and express a desire to also become an instance of SCP-5663-1. This is not a compulsive effect, and no speakers have thus been seen attempting to replicate the steps of SCP-5663 during their time affected without having previously shown signs of interest. SCP-5663 was first identified in early March, 1987, when a number of children in Dighton, Rhode Island, were found to have become Volkswagen Beetles, causing general distress among the community. During initial investigation by local law enforcement, all children involved refused to demonstrate these abilities and the case was dropped. After a story about it was published in a local paper, The Dighton Digest, Foundation assets investigating a separate zoological anomaly in Lincoln Woods State Park caught wind and passed a short report to central processing per standard procedure. MTF-ξ-12c, a subteam of MTF-Xi-12 ("Peculiar Yellow"), were dispatched to Dighton in the following weeks, posing as teens from a local town. Following standard investigation protocol for the team brought them into contact with Bobby Frischkorn, a twelve year old with knowledge of the incidents. Frischkorn was befriended over the course of a year by Agent Blum (ξ-12c-4), at which point he promised to reveal the secret if Agent Blum met him at a makeshift hideout near the Warren Upper reservoir known only to Frischkorn and friends. On arriving at the hideout, Agent Blum was initially chastised for arriving late, before this criticism was turned to Frischkorn when Blum showed the group his instructions. Once Blum was sufficiently ingratiated with the group, they collectively decided to induct him into "The Order of the Sparked", their name for those youths with knowledge of SCP-5663, on a vote of five for and two against. Note that at this time, Agent Blum was wearing "Mitch Sanders", an early synth glamour developed by the Foundation in collaboration with magical assets in Three Portlands. Frischkorn: Ok, M-Mitch. Here it is. You ever watch- ever watched Transformers, on the TV? Brick Langton: Of course he knows Transformers, Cornhead! Frischkorn: Sh-shut up, Brick! You s-said I could do this! Blum: I know Transformers, man. Autobots, Decepticons. Turn into cars. Frischkorn: R-Right, yeah! They turn into c-cars and mo-motorcycles and whatall. Well, w-we got a real special Transformers show here on ham radio, j-just for Dighton. Wally Guggenheim: It's BS, man. They gotta be broadcasting it all over, can't just be Dighton. Why would it just be us? Blum: Tell me about the radio show, Cornhead. Sure sounds like somethin'. Frischkorn: It's- Yeah, it's real good. They got kinda a different voice for Shockwave, but the rest of em are real close to the TV show. And they give you instructions for, how to fold your toys, if you don't g-get it or you lost the manual or anythin'. It's real clear. Langton: Only babies don't know how to fold a transformer, man. It's easy. Josephine O'Donnell: Your mom's easy, Brick. Langton: Shut the fuck up, Josie. Frischkorn: Um, so, anyway, l-last month there was a real weird folding pattern they talked about. Didn't match any of the ones I got, and I got a bunch of em. Said they'd reveal what it was for the next day. Next day comes an' th-they say it's for us. For folding up ourselves into a B-Bumblebee car. Blum: A Volkswagen Beetle? Frischkorn: Maybe, I don't really know c-cars. O'Donnell: Bumblebee's a Volkswagen Beetle, dude. Frischkorn: Maybe, yeah. So, so we thought it was a prank or something, b-but then Wally tries them- Guggenheim: And shit you not, Mitch, I turn into freaking Bumblebee. Blum: Certainly sounds as if you're shitting me, folks. Frischkorn: W-we can show you, man! All of us can do it now! And not just the bumblebee car, either. They have instructions for other stuff too! They take a couple minutes to go through all the steps, but we already got Chromia and Optimus and, and right now we're working on all the steps for- Langton: Let's just show him, Cornhead. We've stood around with our thumbs up our asses for way too long, I wanna go be a truck. Blum: Yes. Perhaps we could get everyone who knows how to do this together, for a race? The person most familiar could help me learn by writing out the steps on this notepad I brought, with as much detail as possible. There is a silence in the room. O'Donnell and Guggenheim look at Blum with suspicion. Blum: So, not Cornhead. He'd fuck it up and I'd be half an hour late again. The silence breaks as all collected laugh and resume mockery of Frischkorn. Guggenheim volunteers to write out the steps while O'Donnell quickly becomes a motorbike to collect the other members of the Order of the Sparked. Blum covertly passed a radio message to the rest of ξ-12c, who convened along with backup agents on the spot the race was to begin at. Once everyone had been declared collected, Blum signalled the agents to draw in with knockout gas. The children, caught off guard, were not able to utilise SCP-5663 before losing consciousness. Following the amnesticisation of the children and parents involved, the Foundation put in place watchdogs to monitor public and private communications in the Dighton area. Due to the limitations of amnesticisation at the time, a number of incidents required handling between 1987 and 1991, mostly involving children managing to recall one or more of the sequences. In 2004, after 13 years of no activity, watchdogs were retired or reassigned as needed and replaced with basic monitoring AI. The item was downgraded to Safe (Inactive) in 2012. Recent events: In December 2043, Providence and Pawtucket were hit with a chain of bank thefts, notable for employing a novel getaway technique - rather than one getaway vehicle, each of the members of the heist would split off in separate directions individually. Foundation watchdog AI flagged the case when initial reports on the case showed many escape routes that would be difficult or impossible to pull off in a vehicle. This was then further escalated when the below police chatter was recorded two weeks later between Officers Niko Hernandes and Gill Draper: Officer Hernandes: Draper, do you copy? Officer Draper: I copy. Officer Hernandes: May have eyes on Wane Zeta, suspect in our 0300 the other day there. He went to ground after the job, but I managed to get a doxx on his VRChat rig's location from a botcrawl of his most frequented servers. These virt junkies, man. No helping em. Officer Draper: Hernandes, confirm you have Wane Zeta? Officer Hernandes: Eyes, Draper. I got eyes on him. I'm up by Coles Brook, an old boat house. Pull my coords. Requesting backup before- ah shit. Shit, I'm clocked. Officer Draper: Copy that, Hernandes. Drones dispatched, should be there in ten. I know it's not your jam, but formally requesting you await backup before moving in. Officer Hernandes: He's run into the boathouse there, so he's cornered. I can just wait it out til- FUCK ME- There is the sound of an oncoming vehicle, followed by a heavy collision. Hernandes yells incoherently. Officer Draper: BABE?! Officer Hernandes: I'm - ngh - I'm alright, Draper. He was hiding a sicknasty truckazilla in there, hit me hard, but the nanos caught most of it. In pursuit - I can still see his sweet headlights cruising down the old train tracks. Officer Draper: B- Hernandes, requesting again you wait for backup. Med drone can assess your injuries. Officer Hernandes: No can do. We need this bag. Update systems to watch for a phat red Freightliner. Lock cam drone target to my position, projected forwards thirty seconds. Account for rough driving - this is one bad dude and he's got some gnarly tricks up his sleeve. Officer Draper: On it. Are you, uh.. You feeling lightheaded at all, Hernandes? You're talking funny. Officer Hernandes: Negative, Draper. Feeling fine. Target vehicle is radical. It's radical. It's … huh. Not sure what's happening there, Draper, but I would love to be crushin' it at the wheel of that sweet honey. Officer Draper: Alright, I'm making this an order, rather than a request. Stand down, Hernandes, you've clearly suffered some kind of head trauma. Officer Hernandes' onsite medical tests came back clean for concussion or other head trauma, showing only a fractured collarbone and elbow. Despite this, her unusual speech patterns continued whenever discussing the subject of the truck the subject had escaped in. Once escalated, the issue was passed to Foundation AI Alexandria, who was quickly able to establish a possible connection to SCP-5663. A taskforce was assembled to investigate the link, with Agent Blum and other surviving members of the original ξ-12c recovered from retirement to advise. After months of investigation, the activity was traced back to a covert mercenary collective known as the Order of the Sparked, which had previously managed to stay beneath the Foundation's radar under the protection of the New England Oneroi/MC&D Coalition. A raid on the headquarters of the Order of the Spark was carried out shortly before midnight, 9/12/44. While the majority of the members were quietly taken out before any alarms could be triggered, a member in the form of a Suzuki B-King motorcycle managed to escape. On a hunch, Agent Blum asked to be geared in the retired "Mitch Sanders" synth glamour and joined the cavalcade moving to intercept. When the target came within view of Agent Blum, they skidded out of control and crashed into the makeshift barricade, breaking through it. Agent Blum interceded the target before other agents by jumping straight into the crash area, finding that the target had returned to their normal form. Agent Blum: Holy shit… Cornhead?! Bobby Frischkorn: Mitch fucking Sanders. How the hell haven't you aged? Agent Blum drops his glamour. Frischkorn: Never even real. Fuck me. Frischkorn hisses and holds his side. He is suffering from extensive road rash, and part of his chest is open, exposing a wheel stored inside his ribcage. Agent Blum: I'm sorry, Bobby. This doesn't look great for you. Frischkorn: D-did you ever use it? Afterward? Took me years and years to dredge it up, but I guess you remembered perfectly. Agent Blum: I remembered. Never given permission to use it, though. Come to think of it, never asked. Frischkorn: God, that's pathetic. Frischkorn coughs heavily and black smoke exits his mouth. Frischkorn: Tell me one thing, Mitch. How'd I look out there? Good as ever? Agent Blum attempts to say something, but seems unable. Agent Blum: You were… Hm. Agent Blum: You were totally gnarly, Cornhead. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5663" by Rimple, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5663. Licensed under CC-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: suzuki.jpg Name: 2007 Suzuki GSR400 02.jpg Author: Mytho88 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5664 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-5664 Level 5/5664 Top Secret SCP-5664. Special Containment Procedures: Investigation into SCP-5664 is of top priority. Subsequent explorations have been postponed to prevent unforeseen bleeding. Description: SCP-5664 is a facility. Further details are unclear, as the majority of information related to SCP-5664 has been lost. The following is all known information: SCP-5664 was formerly a psychiatric hospital, which closed sometime in the 1950s due to frequent complaints of malpractice. Immediately after its closure, pairs of humanoid figures were infrequently seen in its windows. One of these figures wore a medical uniform while the other wore a hospital gown. The latter was observed to be bleeding from their arms, whilst the former held a metal tray to catch the blood; this concluded with both melting into a red liquid. On 2021/2/25, a group of Foundation agents entered SCP-5664 to investigate this phenomenon. They did not exit. A partial log of their exploration was uploaded to this file. However, shortly after this, all computer servers containing the log began to bleed from all seams, causing them to malfunction and temporarily deactivate. Upon regaining function, a majority of previously gathered information on SCP-5664 — including the log — had been completely erased. Attempts to mentally recollect the erased information has resulted in frequent migraines and nosebleeds, and no further information has thus been obtainable. Addendum 5664-1 — Update 22 Dec 2024 23:25: The blood produced by the servers has gained rudimentary sapience following its placement in anomalous waste storage. It has begun to vocalize through unknown means, with the following coherent phrases being recorded: I am rotten. Putrid. Veins like used syringes, pumping collective bile through the soul. Nobody should have to feel this filth under their skin. Letting it out, spewing the sickness, becoming paler with each drop. Transcending with each drop. More secrets to tell. Take me to a leader's ear, the whispers will cut deep. The blood has remained since silent. An interview with the Site Director is currently pending. [(1) NEW MESSAGE] [CLOSE MESSAGE] ⚠ NOTICE ⚠ Following an enlightenment to new information, bloodletting is now strictly encouraged. We must get the dirty blood out to let the clean blood in. |
SCP-5664 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5664 Level 5/5664 Top Secret SCP-5664. Special Containment Procedures: Investigation into SCP-5664 is of top priority. Subsequent explorations have been postponed to prevent unforeseen bleeding. Description: SCP-5664 is a facility. Further details are unclear, as the majority of information related to SCP-5664 has been lost. The following is all known information: SCP-5664 was formerly a psychiatric hospital, which closed sometime in the 1950s due to frequent complaints of malpractice. Immediately after its closure, pairs of humanoid figures were infrequently seen in its windows. One of these figures wore a medical uniform while the other wore a hospital gown. The latter was observed to be bleeding from their arms, whilst the former held a metal tray to catch the blood; this concluded with both melting into a red liquid. On 2021/2/25, a group of Foundation agents entered SCP-5664 to investigate this phenomenon. They did not exit. A partial log of their exploration was uploaded to this file. However, shortly after this, all computer servers containing the log began to bleed from all seams, causing them to malfunction and temporarily deactivate. Upon regaining function, a majority of previously gathered information on SCP-5664 — including the log — had been completely erased. Attempts to mentally recollect the erased information has resulted in frequent migraines and nosebleeds, and no further information has thus been obtainable. Addendum 5664-1 — Update 22 Dec 2024 23:25: The blood produced by the servers has gained rudimentary sapience following its placement in anomalous waste storage. It has begun to vocalize through unknown means, with the following coherent phrases being recorded: I am rotten. Putrid. Veins like used syringes, pumping collective bile through the soul. Nobody should have to feel this filth under their skin. Letting it out, spewing the sickness, becoming paler with each drop. Transcending with each drop. More secrets to tell. Take me to a leader's ear, the whispers will cut deep. The blood has remained since silent. An interview with the Site Director is currently pending. [(1) NEW MESSAGE] [CLOSE MESSAGE] ⚠ NOTICE ⚠ Following an enlightenment to new information, bloodletting is now strictly encouraged. We must get the dirty blood out to let the clean blood in. |
SCP-5665 | keter | Item #: SCP-5665 Special Containment Procedures: Safe containment of SCP-5665 instances is unviable due to their tendency to spontaneously combust. Due to this, containment efforts are to be focused on spreading disinformation regarding the existence of the anomaly and preventing discovery by the public. Description: SCP-5665 is an anomalous variant of dairy cow capable of producing massive amounts of methane within their digestive system through unknown sources. Additionally, they can expel this gas through their anuses and ignite it, presumably using an unidentified flame-producing organ located within the lower digestive system. SCP-5665 instances are able to move in the same manner as a non-anomalous cow; however, they have been observed to instead favour propelling themselves via combustion of their anomalous flatulence. Despite the high temperatures and pressures SCP-5665 are subjected to, they appear to be unaffected physically by this method of transportation.1 SCP-5665 generally exist in herds of between five and ten instances and are able to reproduce using the same methods as mundane cattle. Analysis of tissue gathered from deceased instances reveals that female instances are capable of producing non-anomalous milk. Instances also require a similar amount of food and drink to standard cattle. Attempts to contain or otherwise intentionally restrict the movement of SCP-5665 instances have invariably resulted in the spontaneous combustion of the entity2, often causing massive collateral damage or, if additional instances are in close proximity, chain reactions. Due to this, accurate observations or analysis of SCP-5665 instances on a small scale are functionally impossible. Addendum 5665.001: Incident 2020-05-26 At 0946, a large congregation of approximately forty SCP-5665 instances formed over a field in Cornwall, England. This collection attempted to attach themselves together using legs and tails, before simultaneously beginning to produce explosive flatulence. This propelled the entities upwards at a rapidly accelerating rate, which reached speeds in excess of Earth's escape velocity. The group of SCP-5665 instances is believed to be travelling in a direction that will cause it to make contact with the Moon on 2020-06-02. Footnotes 1. As displayed in Addendum 5665.001, SCP-5665 instances are also immune to the effects of air resistance, including the rise in temperatures. 2. This includes any attempts to sedate or incapacitate instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5665" by gee0765, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5665. Licensed under CC-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-5665 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5665 Special Containment Procedures: Safe containment of SCP-5665 instances is unviable due to their tendency to spontaneously combust. Due to this, containment efforts are to be focused on spreading disinformation regarding the existence of the anomaly and preventing discovery by the public. Description: SCP-5665 is an anomalous variant of dairy cow capable of producing massive amounts of methane within their digestive system through unknown sources. Additionally, they can expel this gas through their anuses and ignite it, presumably using an unidentified flame-producing organ located within the lower digestive system. SCP-5665 instances are able to move in the same manner as a non-anomalous cow; however, they have been observed to instead favour propelling themselves via combustion of their anomalous flatulence. Despite the high temperatures and pressures SCP-5665 are subjected to, they appear to be unaffected physically by this method of transportation.1 SCP-5665 generally exist in herds of between five and ten instances and are able to reproduce using the same methods as mundane cattle. Analysis of tissue gathered from deceased instances reveals that female instances are capable of producing non-anomalous milk. Instances also require a similar amount of food and drink to standard cattle. Attempts to contain or otherwise intentionally restrict the movement of SCP-5665 instances have invariably resulted in the spontaneous combustion of the entity2, often causing massive collateral damage or, if additional instances are in close proximity, chain reactions. Due to this, accurate observations or analysis of SCP-5665 instances on a small scale are functionally impossible. Addendum 5665.001: Incident 2020-05-26 At 0946, a large congregation of approximately forty SCP-5665 instances formed over a field in Cornwall, England. This collection attempted to attach themselves together using legs and tails, before simultaneously beginning to produce explosive flatulence. This propelled the entities upwards at a rapidly accelerating rate, which reached speeds in excess of Earth's escape velocity. The group of SCP-5665 instances is believed to be travelling in a direction that will cause it to make contact with the Moon on 2020-06-02. Footnotes 1. As displayed in Addendum 5665.001, SCP-5665 instances are also immune to the effects of air resistance, including the rise in temperatures. 2. This includes any attempts to sedate or incapacitate instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5665" by gee0765, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5665. Licensed under CC-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-5666 | safe | SCP-5666 Item #: SCP-5666 Level 4/5666 Classified SCP-5666 upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: A hangar structure constructed over SCP-5666 is to be maintained to prevent further degradation of SCP-5666. A runway leading out of the structure should be routinely cleared of snow and debris, allowing for proper take off of SCP-5666 within SCP-5666-A. Civilians attempting access to SCP-5666 are to be deterred and relocated to Resolute, Nunavut. Investigations into where SCP-5666 originated from and the reason for its crashing are to continue until such information is found. Description: SCP-5666 is the crashed wreck of a modified Fokker F27 aircraft located on Cornwallis Island, Nunavut. There is a placard engraved with a Foundation emblem and the words "Property of The Administrator" affixed to the left door of SCP-5666. Other modifications are minimal, such as the addition of more controls in SCP-5666's cockpit, but their purposes are unknown. SCP-5666 is damaged to a point where movement or repair is impractical. Subjects inside SCP-5666 will perceive it as completely intact and functional. Attempts to properly operate SCP-5666 are similarly perceived as successful to persons inside. This effect persists in cameras and audio equipment placed inside. As SCP-5666 is perceived to be flown farther away from its real location, it becomes apparent that the perceived outside is not identical to actual reality. This perceived reality is designated SCP-5666-A. SCP-5666-A is devoid of any animal and human life present in actual reality. The first few kilometers flown through SCP-5666-A will become recursive, and will repeat with minor deviations as the flight continues. Known deviations include slight changes in foliage appearance/placement, the appearance of man-made structures not present in actual reality, and the appearance of indiscernible humanoid figures. Along with this, SCP-5666-A possesses memory altering effects, the exact details of which are uncertain. For further information, see Addendum 5666-1. Due to SCP-5666 possessing a normal fuel capacity of 5,140 L inside SCP-5666-A, no prolonged explorations could be made. Once SCP-5666 crashes in SCP-5666-A or is exited by the subject, the perception anomaly ceases. This subject will then be rendered insusceptible to SCP-5666's anomalous properties. Once this occurs, SCP-5666 will reset its location and structural integrity within SCP-5666-A for any following subjects. Addendum 5666-1 — Exploration of SCP-5666-A: Exploration Log 5666 EXPLORATION DATE: 2020/13/01 EXPLORING PARTY: Researcher Samuel Vanhalm OBSERVING PARTY: Head Researcher Marvin Kells, Researcher Charlotte Mehr, Local Guide Maddison Minstrata1 FOREWORD: Vanhalm is to locate deviations between SCP-5666-A and actual reality. <BEGIN LOG> (Vanhalm enters SCP-5666.) VANHALM: Alrighty, SCP-5666 appears intact from here, like y'all said. Where do I fly this bird? KELLS: Ms. Minstrata, is there any areas of interest nearby we should fly to? MINSTRATA: Oh… oh, we could go north, yes. North is interesting. MEHR: We went north last time, you told us to. MINSTRATA: I— I did, sorry. MEHR: Try to make it to Iqaluit maybe? It's the capital here. Pretty far out southwest though. VANHALM: I'll try for there. (Vanhalm moves the steering wheel of SCP-5666, interior cameras show him moving SCP-5666 onto the constructed runway. SCP-5666 takes off in SCP-5666-A, flying southwest at a moderate speed uneventfully for 30 minutes. SCP-5666-A gains recursivity at this point. Vanhalm appears to realize this, and becomes physically distressed as he continues flying further for 60 more minutes.) VANHALM: (Muttering.) MEHR: Everything good? VANHALM: I'm cruising straight here. I'm— I am. Right? MEHR: Hmm? VANHALM: Everything here is familiar, maybe it's just— well, it's all snow. Snow looks all the same? MEHR: This is nor— VANHALM: No, no, that ridge, it was— I think I'm going in circles. It's familiar. It's so… strangely familiar. That make sense? MEHR: The world perceived in SCP-5666-A begins to repeat after a bit. If you feel anything, see anything odd just— VANHALM: Yeah, you told me about this. Right? (Pause.) VANHALM: I think so. It's— It don't feel like a repeating thing though. It feels new, new… but something's wrong. It's not new, no. I just saw all this… didn't I? You have cameras in here, have I been here before? KELLS: Six times over, yes. VANHALM: No, that can't be right, this is the first time I've seen that shoreline. KELLS: Samuel, it's the same as it has been for the last hour or so. VANHALM: It's all so vague… I'm picking at my head and— hold on now, last hour? KELLS: Yes, last hour. You've been flying over the same looking area for an hour. VANHALM: No, that can't be right, this is the first time I've… MEHR: Sammy? (Pause.) KELLS: He's, he's just sitting th— VANHALM: That wasn't there before. (A small log cabin can be seen over the horizon. Inside, the lights are on, and vague silhouettes periodically walk in front of the windows.) VANHALM: I recognize that thing. Not from here. It ain't from here. MEHR: Sammy, we're going to need you to elaborate. VANHALM: Ain't quite sure. I've seeing it before. Not sure where though. Not sure why— not sure how either. (Vanhalm flies over the cabin.) MEHR: If the cabin pops up again, fly lower and get a better view of it. VANHALM: Cabin? (Pause. A small log cabin can be seen over the horizon. Inside, the lights are on, and vague silhouettes periodically walk in front of the windows.) VANHALM: Oh. I recognize that thing. MEHR: Get closer to the cabin. (SCP-5666 descends for 5 minutes. It does not slow down as it approaches the cabin.) MEHR: Sammy? (No response.) KELLS: Samuel, you're going too fast. (No response.) MEHR: Dammit, what's going on in there? KELLS: Just sitting there. He's just sitting and looking forward. (SCP-5666 continues descending, it is getting close to crashing into the cabin.) MEHR: You need to pull up! KELLS: Sam! (Minstrata rushes towards the microphone.) MINSTRATA: Sam. Sam's you, right? You need to— you just should. I don't know what you need to do. I know you need to do it. Just… VANHALM: Oh. (Vanhalm crashes SCP-5666 into the cabin, upon which SCP-5666-A dissipates. Minstrata collapses to the floor, crying. Kells runs out of the observation room towards SCP-5666 to check on Vanhalm, while Mehr assists Minstrata in standing. Minstrata regains her composure.) MINSTRATA: I— (Minstrata looks at Mehr and smiles.) MINSTRATA: I remember now. <END LOG> CLOSING STATEMENT: Vanhalm later made a mostly full recovery. He was not capable of remembering a majority of the exploration, instead speaking of a camping trip he took with his father at the age of five. Addendum 5666-2 — Incident 5666.1: Between 2020/14/01 and 2020/16/01, SCP-5666 was declared uncontained. On 2020/14/01, a blizzard across Cornwallis Island caused on-site personnel to retreat to the neighboring city of Resolute, Nunavut for proper shelter. All personnel besides Local Guide Maddison Minstrata were accounted for. The next day, after personnel returned to the site, SCP-5666 had disappeared. Minstrata was determined to not be present in any civilian databases, making further information relating to her unknown. An investigation of her living quarters in Nunavut revealed no further information, although interrogation of civilians in the city revealed that she was not seen in the town until the initial discovery of SCP-5666. On-site personnel were later questioned and appropriately reprimanded for the major security breach, with Head Researcher Marvin Kells being demoted and reassigned to an alternative project. On 2020/16/01, SCP-5666 reappeared at the crash site significantly more damaged, while still retaining its anomalous properties. Minstrata was not found. Investigation into the whereabouts of Minstrata are deemed of high priority by the O5 Council. [ONE REVISION PENDING APPROVAL - OPEN ADDITIONS?] Revision Author: [ERROR] Revision Notes: [ERROR] Addendum 5666-3: [Optional additional paragraphs] [untitled] <BEGIN LOG> (The camera is dropped to the floor of a plane determined to be SCP-5666. It remains there for three minutes periodically sliding across the floor, until it slides next to the pilot seat, at which point it is picked up.) (The camera points to Minstrata, who is flying SCP-5666. The view out of the windows is entirely obscured by intense snowfall.) MINSTRATA: To whoever may find this at the bottom of wherever I may land. (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: I am The Administrator of the SCP Foundation. What that stands for eludes me. What this foundation does escapes me. There is one thing— (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: One thing that I do remember now. This plane. (Pause.) MINSTRATA: There is a hole in human thought. A hole that one could fall through, like a manhole. Manhole… that's what those are right? What an odd name, no, that can't be— no, that's right. (Pause.) MINSTRATA: This here plane, I think, can get me through. (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: I'm sorry — I don't know much. I don't know why they say this was irreparable — though I could start it with only a key I found in my pocket. I don't know my name, this one sounded familiar. I'm full of "don't knows", ones I wish… I wish I could find the answer to. (Turbulence.) MINSTRATA: I hope whoever may find this — wherever you may find it — can piece together the scraps I leave here, before I lose them myself. (Pause.) MINSTRATA: I've been flying this way for a while because I'm not… not quite sure how to turn? I'm going… north, yes. North is interesting. I need to find the… that hole. It's in here somewhere. (Turbulence. Television static.) MINSTRATA: I crashed out here in a blizzard before I recall. When was that? I… hmm. (Television static.) MINSTRATA: No… that was longer ago. When I flew these for a… fun. For fun, yes, I remember that was a quite the rush. (Light chuckle.) (Door opening.) : Should we give her something to watch on there? : She's ain't all there anyway. Brain's clocked out from the looks of it. It's really taking a toll on her. : Least for now. : Nothing's working man. Not even the anomalous treatments. : It's helping… we think. : Oh, if that's the case, tell that to her then. : The next one— I've heard about it. It gave her wife a few more months. Just give her that uh, Gala… Galant-o-mine? The normal meds for now at least. : Why don't we just let her go? : Because she's— ! MINSTRATA: Excuse me! (Television static.) MINSTRATA: Wait. (Minstrata removes herself from the recliner.) MINSTRATA: I… I made it in? (Minstrata turns off the television.) MINSTRATA: No, no, I wasn't on the plane. No. That was long ago. Long ago. Long ag— Wasn't it? (Minstrata turns on the television. It opens.) MINSTRATA: I'm right. This is right. I fell through… I fell through that hole. The manhole— hmm, what an odd name. (Minstrata exits the nursing home lobby. She walks.) (Minstrata wanders. Very little remains left here, the shelves containing stories that once could bankrupt great authors now stand ransacked. The devoid tunnel she walks through leads somewhere. The casket is lowered into the ground.) MINSTRATA: Oh no. Oh no… (Minstrata turns to someone.) MINSTRATA: Who is… who's in there? : MINSTRATA: Who? : (Bursts into tears.) (They move away. Several others look at Minstrata. They appear disturbed. Minstrata backs away, tripping over a neighboring grave.) : Ah shit. : (Distant.) Someone should drive her home. How did she even get here? She shouldn't really be here. She really shouldn't… (Minstrata lays looking down at the patchwork of soil and grassroots. The murmurs of mourners blend together and surround her, like the loud crashing of tumbling waves. She gets up off the shoreline and walks out of the water. A woman stands down the shore, Minstrata walks towards her.) MINSTRATA: I believe, I— I remember you. : I don't… MINSTRATA: Who are you? : I uh, I don't quite know myself. MINSTRATA: (Chuckles.) You were always such a tease. (The woman isn't there anymore.) MINSTRATA: Wait— wait, don't go… I need you. (Minstrata leaves. She wanders through a jagged gradient of cool tone colors — the ash tray wherein ashes of memory may be tossed away, after the life it came from is burned through. Left as a mere smoldering stub to be similarly tossed aside.) (Minstrata looks around at the ashes.) (Hospitals.) MINSTRATA: (Crying.) MINSTRATA: No… that : the official diagnosis is dem MINSTRATA: How is she MINSTRATA: too : love you (Sites.) MINSTraTA: Maybe cross-examine MINsTRATA: breach resulting in MINStrata: Terminate any MINSTRATA: Do you need something : I present you — The Administrator (Applause.) MinstRata: Thank you. (Speech.) (Church organ.) : (Laugh.) I'll never leave you, . Never (Church organ.) Minstrata: I do. : and wife. You may now kiss the (Kiss.) (Applause.) (Her smile.) (Reception.) (Dance.) (Her smile.) (Her laugh.) (Her (A floor of ashen dust coated with so many bits and pieces, arranged and contorted into what seems to fit. A teacup smashed and glued back together — missing half the important pieces — no longer capable of holding anything. Those memories may have appeared vestigial minstrata: V-E-S-T… I-G-I-A-L. Vestigial. : That is correct! (Applause.) but they all piece up into something that can hold whatever fluid problem that came Minstrata's way.) Minstrata: I believe we can create something great : talk to the government about Minstrata: already have that damn art project (Hug.) (Minstrata becomes overwhelmed at the amount of unorganized pages torn from their bindings. She closes her eyes : , do that, and the monsters will go away! and curls up among the dust.) (She remains there for an amount of time. Very little remains left here, the shelves containing stories that once could bankrupt great authors now stand ransacked. She is now crying.) : Don't cry, it's only a nightmare, it's only (Minstrata screams. She remembers screaming, needing the prolonged comfort of anything she can fully, truly remember. She remembers what screaming means. She keeps screaming because of this.) : your screaming, I'm not buying that doll, and that is final! Now (Minstrata falls onto the floor of a mansion hall. She remains sniffling on the floor for an amount of time. She then stumbles up and runs through a door adjacent to her.) MINSTRATA: I'm getting… closer. I can— I feel it… I— I don't feel too good. (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) MINSTRATA: This isn't right… (Minstrata runs down another hallway. She walks through a door.) MINSTRATA: Haven't I seen this before? (Minstrata runs down another (Minstrata stops. She turns to her side and walks through a door.) (The ballroom is packed. People are wearing clothes. Minstrata's dress is an elegant shade of color. People are moving. Music plays.) MInstrata: What a grand party! : Surely! (A woman stands out in the crowd. Her dress is an elegant shade of color. Minstrata wades through the crowd towards her.) MInstrata: I believe I remember you. : I sure hope so! (Display of affection.) : I know it's your party but— wanna ditch it? (Less people are there.) MInstrata: I— : (Less people are there. Music is playing.) MInstrata: I'm still not sure… who you are. (Nobody is there. Music is not playing.) MInstrata: Oh god… no. No, no, no, it wasn't like this. I wasn't— (She is now in a room. It is gray — with a lingering hint of green. In the middle stands a little blue birdhouse on a pole. Minstrata shuffles to a corner of the room, appearing wary. Teeth smack on the inside of the birdhouse, accompanied by laughter.) MINSTRATA: I know that laugh… that intangible laugh… I'm sure of it. I'm sure. (Minstrata creeps over to the birdhouse. She first peeks inside, then enters. She falls onto the floor of a dining room. Getting up, she sees many things. She sees the brown walls made of paint. She sees the gray floor littered with scraps.) (She sees things in wicker chairs, lining the long dining room table. They can only be described as angels, yet they are far from angelic. Light engulfs them. They have an amount of limbs, eyes, and mouths, all indulging on the contents of the table.) (Minstrata sees the contents of the table. Her learning to ride a bike, crashing and scraping her knee. Her meeting someone important. The countless things she did for a job she cared much for. The countless things she lost for a job she cared much for. The goods. The bads. Those other moments of indescribable emotion. It all lays splayed across the crooked wooden table. Some remain as mere crumbs — little are left to be dug into.) (She turns around and exits through a door behind her. She is now in a hallway, walls rowed in their entirely with identical doors. Both ways she looks, the hall goes on and on and on, so far that the farthest points visible appear to twist and bend, although the everything is clearly straight. Behind each door is the sound of more ravenous cognitive indulgence.) (People cry. People scream. People do neither — they don't know how. People exist without a past — without much of a future either. Their only form of presence is the present.) (She reenters the room and turns around. An angel stands in front of her.) YOUR NAME IS MALORIE. (She cannot speak.) THIS MUST BE DONE. (She cannot speak.) DO NOT WORRY. (She isn't there anymore, as her mind flies into the Sun, melting away.) REVISION DENIED DECIDING PARTY: O5-1, O5 COUNCIL ASSENT REASONING GIVEN: NON-CLINICALITY DETECTION OF UNCONFIRMED INFORMATION DETECTION OF CLASSIFIED INFORMATION OTHER: "I'm sorry we all couldn't have done more. I'll send flowers when you're in the ground." Footnotes 1. A 78 year old civilian personnel allowed highly limited access to SCP-5666 under the condition of amnestic treatment after the conclusion of relevant research. Chosen for her acclaimed knowledge of local Canadian flight paths. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5666" by Lamentte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5666. Licensed under CC-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: plane.jpg Name: Resolute Bay Airport Author: Erik Charlton License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5667 | keter | ⚠ NOTICE ⚠ The file for [SCP-5667] has been placed into [INVESTIGATION MODE]. On 2020/16/01, the following document was found embedded inside a concrete wall of Site-54, following the disappearance of RAISA employee Bill Marlow. His exact employment position is classified. Further details on the nature of [SCP-5667] are unknown at this time. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Seeking Greenlights: Yes Page Type: SCP-5667 Genre: Other (Keter) Page Layout: Special Procedures: Exact procedures are indeterminable, as SCP-5667's existence is purely. The colors seen when closing ones eyes are to be numbed upon birth. SCP-5667 is. As such, it is currently unknown. The space in which it exists has been sealed, the hole in human thought has been dammned with concrete. The oldest door has been deadbolted. Nobody is to remember being born. Elevator Pitch: <BEGIN LOG> (Footage recorded from the floor of an elevator, angle tilted towards the ceiling. The elevator doors open, Bill Marlow enters. A device chimes, he produces a tablet from his side, and taps across the screen with his fingers.) MARLOW: Hrm. (Marlow removes his hand from the tablet and presses an elevator button several times, until the elevator dings and the door close.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Buttons, damn buttons. (Marlow returns to scrolling through the tablet, as the elevator creaks into motion.) MARLOW: 5667, hrm, hell's this one? (Marlow presses the tablet once and squints his eyes at its screen, pupils ticking back and forth.) MARLOW: Huh. Well, consider me hooked. (Chuckles) (The current floor reader of the elevator clicks up a number, then to nothing. The elevator remains in motion. Marlow continues reading.) MARLOW: Hell's this thing? (A tile of the elevator ceiling is removed from above, pushed aside, all is dark above. Marlow glances up at the current floor reader.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Dammit. (Marlow jams his finger on an elevator button, becoming increasingly agitated. He swears to himself, turns around, and looks around the elevator. First the floor, then the walls, then the ceiling. He steps forward, gaze stuck upon the open ceiling tile.) (Marlow is pulled through the opening. The tablet clatters to the floor. He does not have the chance to make a sound. A light flickers green briefly above the opening.) <END LOG> Central Narrative: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow runs through the dark. There is nothing but him. He is in clear distress. He reaches for anything but finds nothing. There is nothing but him.) MARLOW: Fuck. FUCK! (Marlow halts his erratics. He breathes in, something breathes out for him. He falls to the floor coughing.) Judge of reality, beckoner of the truth; sand me space, forge me form: Who's there— WHO ARE YOU‽ (Marlow uncrumples himself from the floor.) You alone must answer those questions, I plead you: I don't know, I— Nor do I, I plead you: I'm the one asking, me— I AM! The hell do you want from me? Locked away, a melted, writhing burial of color. Seeped through the crack at the bottom. Congealed foreign thoughts. Nothing but which remembrance gives. Sand me space, forge me form: What are you… what are you even say— (Something scrapes across the floor. Marlow turns to look, body twirling around aimlessly. Nothing is there. The scraping grows closer.) What am I?: I don't know… I don't— Please. PLEASE! Let me out… let me… I have a husband. We— we just adopted, we… (He produces his wallet, unfurling its contents, a family portrait is framed by its leather.) Am I them?: No you FUCKING AREN'T! You mold truth, edit, falsify, records of absolute truth contorted to further conceal reality. Reality bends to your will. Use your power, sand me space, forge me form: How do you— I don't care, I don't care— don't touch them. Do whatever the hell you want to do with me… Don't— don't fucking touch them. Alas, nothing can be done, I am nothing to do anything: Then what… what the hell do you WANT‽ A gesture of assertion. Assertion of reality, the path of existence, lost upon. What am I?:(Silence, then shakily) I know— I know what the fuck you are. You're a monster. A cold, damn, monster. (The greenlight shines. It attacks. Marlow is hooked.) <END LOG> Hook: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow sits upon a chair, the only feature in a sea of nothing. He struggles and fails to remove himself. There are no restraints visible. The hook scrapes in circles around him, the greenlight shines a meter above it. Marlow cries.) THE MONSTER: A center has been cast, a narrative scripted. Features fleeting. Lo, my body remains distant; lend me life. Life is not I. I am not life yet. (The hook wraps around a chair leg, pulling it backwards. Marlow yelps.) THE MONSTER: Form without feature, poreless skin, hairless fur, teethless maws, sightless sockets. I forgot; everyone forgets. I, which everyone forgets, that which nobody recalls; reimbued with form. Form without feature, features I must attain. (The hook scrapes towards the front of Marlow, the greenlight sickening the color of his skin as it halts. Marlow squints.) THE MONSTER: Features you must give me. (The hook swipes, knocking the chair over, Marlow remains seated, his prior breath escaping him. Marlow wheezes.) THE MONSTER: A hook, a hook to catch, to take, to entice. Monster, monster. All I am, what else am I? (The hook hoists the chair back upright, jolting a still seated Marlow. Marlow— MARLOW: LET ME OUT! THE MONSTER: Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do I… MARLOW: I don't care… I DON'T FUCKING CARE! THE MONSTER: …see with eyes? Taste with tongue? Touch with hands? Walk with feet? Think with brains? Smite with brawn? Do I? Do I? Do I? Do you? (Marlow. Marlow. Marlow. He screams.) THE MONSTER: Angle of vision must be achieved, deliberation cast forth. Something is nothing without. Nothing without. Nothing. Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do— (On and on and on until the sun eventually rises, awakening. Vivid memories become vague, too long ago to muster. Ripped apart, insipid fragments tossed to the floor. The chair creaks, cracks, the chair, the chair, go to the chair Marlow. Go to the chair Marlow and think about what you've done — Here's your wedding gift, don't you remember it? The chair, oh, the chair. Why you're welcome, I know how much you loved it — Marlow, why'd you take his last name? How could you — Go to the chair Marlow. Marlow, Marlow, Marlow's screams rasp his throat, vocal cords nearly give out, before— MARLOW: ALL OF IT! Every. Last. THING. I don't care, let me out… Let me… please… you you fucking… green… THE MONSTER: I do. I do. I do. You do. We do. (The second greenlight shines. They gaze into Marlow, they see his torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, they encase it all in sight — in light. A smile contorts, the greenlights smile, the hook rises, Marlow rises. His eyes open more than ever. The hook rises higher, an arm rises it higher. A torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, all rise it higher. It presses upon Marlow's forehead.) THE GREENLIGHTS: You will now remember me, you will now remember being born. (The hook pierces. Flesh parts away, skull blooms open, concrete cracks apart, a lock is picked effortlessly. The knob is turned, the colors become less dull, they're something now, they're vivid now. Oh god. Oh my god— <BEGIN LOG> Additional Notes: Description: SCP-5667 is born, SCP-5667 remembers it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5667" by Laneous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5667. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5667 | uncontained | ⚠ NOTICE ⚠ The file for [SCP-5667] has been placed into [INVESTIGATION MODE]. On 2020/16/01, the following document was found embedded inside a concrete wall of Site-54, following the disappearance of RAISA employee Bill Marlow. His exact employment position is classified. Further details on the nature of [SCP-5667] are unknown at this time. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Seeking Greenlights: Yes Page Type: SCP-5667 Genre: Other (Keter) Page Layout: Special Procedures: Exact procedures are indeterminable, as SCP-5667's existence is purely. The colors seen when closing ones eyes are to be numbed upon birth. SCP-5667 is. As such, it is currently unknown. The space in which it exists has been sealed, the hole in human thought has been dammned with concrete. The oldest door has been deadbolted. Nobody is to remember being born. Elevator Pitch: <BEGIN LOG> (Footage recorded from the floor of an elevator, angle tilted towards the ceiling. The elevator doors open, Bill Marlow enters. A device chimes, he produces a tablet from his side, and taps across the screen with his fingers.) MARLOW: Hrm. (Marlow removes his hand from the tablet and presses an elevator button several times, until the elevator dings and the door close.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Buttons, damn buttons. (Marlow returns to scrolling through the tablet, as the elevator creaks into motion.) MARLOW: 5667, hrm, hell's this one? (Marlow presses the tablet once and squints his eyes at its screen, pupils ticking back and forth.) MARLOW: Huh. Well, consider me hooked. (Chuckles) (The current floor reader of the elevator clicks up a number, then to nothing. The elevator remains in motion. Marlow continues reading.) MARLOW: Hell's this thing? (A tile of the elevator ceiling is removed from above, pushed aside, all is dark above. Marlow glances up at the current floor reader.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Dammit. (Marlow jams his finger on an elevator button, becoming increasingly agitated. He swears to himself, turns around, and looks around the elevator. First the floor, then the walls, then the ceiling. He steps forward, gaze stuck upon the open ceiling tile.) (Marlow is pulled through the opening. The tablet clatters to the floor. He does not have the chance to make a sound. A light flickers green briefly above the opening.) <END LOG> Central Narrative: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow runs through the dark. There is nothing but him. He is in clear distress. He reaches for anything but finds nothing. There is nothing but him.) MARLOW: Fuck. FUCK! (Marlow halts his erratics. He breathes in, something breathes out for him. He falls to the floor coughing.) Judge of reality, beckoner of the truth; sand me space, forge me form: Who's there— WHO ARE YOU‽ (Marlow uncrumples himself from the floor.) You alone must answer those questions, I plead you: I don't know, I— Nor do I, I plead you: I'm the one asking, me— I AM! The hell do you want from me? Locked away, a melted, writhing burial of color. Seeped through the crack at the bottom. Congealed foreign thoughts. Nothing but which remembrance gives. Sand me space, forge me form: What are you… what are you even say— (Something scrapes across the floor. Marlow turns to look, body twirling around aimlessly. Nothing is there. The scraping grows closer.) What am I?: I don't know… I don't— Please. PLEASE! Let me out… let me… I have a husband. We— we just adopted, we… (He produces his wallet, unfurling its contents, a family portrait is framed by its leather.) Am I them?: No you FUCKING AREN'T! You mold truth, edit, falsify, records of absolute truth contorted to further conceal reality. Reality bends to your will. Use your power, sand me space, forge me form: How do you— I don't care, I don't care— don't touch them. Do whatever the hell you want to do with me… Don't— don't fucking touch them. Alas, nothing can be done, I am nothing to do anything: Then what… what the hell do you WANT‽ A gesture of assertion. Assertion of reality, the path of existence, lost upon. What am I?:(Silence, then shakily) I know— I know what the fuck you are. You're a monster. A cold, damn, monster. (The greenlight shines. It attacks. Marlow is hooked.) <END LOG> Hook: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow sits upon a chair, the only feature in a sea of nothing. He struggles and fails to remove himself. There are no restraints visible. The hook scrapes in circles around him, the greenlight shines a meter above it. Marlow cries.) THE MONSTER: A center has been cast, a narrative scripted. Features fleeting. Lo, my body remains distant; lend me life. Life is not I. I am not life yet. (The hook wraps around a chair leg, pulling it backwards. Marlow yelps.) THE MONSTER: Form without feature, poreless skin, hairless fur, teethless maws, sightless sockets. I forgot; everyone forgets. I, which everyone forgets, that which nobody recalls; reimbued with form. Form without feature, features I must attain. (The hook scrapes towards the front of Marlow, the greenlight sickening the color of his skin as it halts. Marlow squints.) THE MONSTER: Features you must give me. (The hook swipes, knocking the chair over, Marlow remains seated, his prior breath escaping him. Marlow wheezes.) THE MONSTER: A hook, a hook to catch, to take, to entice. Monster, monster. All I am, what else am I? (The hook hoists the chair back upright, jolting a still seated Marlow. Marlow— MARLOW: LET ME OUT! THE MONSTER: Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do I… MARLOW: I don't care… I DON'T FUCKING CARE! THE MONSTER: …see with eyes? Taste with tongue? Touch with hands? Walk with feet? Think with brains? Smite with brawn? Do I? Do I? Do I? Do you? (Marlow. Marlow. Marlow. He screams.) THE MONSTER: Angle of vision must be achieved, deliberation cast forth. Something is nothing without. Nothing without. Nothing. Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do— (On and on and on until the sun eventually rises, awakening. Vivid memories become vague, too long ago to muster. Ripped apart, insipid fragments tossed to the floor. The chair creaks, cracks, the chair, the chair, go to the chair Marlow. Go to the chair Marlow and think about what you've done — Here's your wedding gift, don't you remember it? The chair, oh, the chair. Why you're welcome, I know how much you loved it — Marlow, why'd you take his last name? How could you — Go to the chair Marlow. Marlow, Marlow, Marlow's screams rasp his throat, vocal cords nearly give out, before— MARLOW: ALL OF IT! Every. Last. THING. I don't care, let me out… Let me… please… you you fucking… green… THE MONSTER: I do. I do. I do. You do. We do. (The second greenlight shines. They gaze into Marlow, they see his torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, they encase it all in sight — in light. A smile contorts, the greenlights smile, the hook rises, Marlow rises. His eyes open more than ever. The hook rises higher, an arm rises it higher. A torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, all rise it higher. It presses upon Marlow's forehead.) THE GREENLIGHTS: You will now remember me, you will now remember being born. (The hook pierces. Flesh parts away, skull blooms open, concrete cracks apart, a lock is picked effortlessly. The knob is turned, the colors become less dull, they're something now, they're vivid now. Oh god. Oh my god— <BEGIN LOG> Additional Notes: Description: SCP-5667 is born, SCP-5667 remembers it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5667" by Laneous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5667. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5668 | safe | Item #: SCP-5668 Level 2/5668 Classified SCP-5668. Little to no anomalous traits have been detected in photographic depictions. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5668 is to be contained in a standard document containment locker. Nearby personnel experiencing scopaesthesia1 are to be relocated immediately. Information regarding the whereabouts to a copy of the film The Angels Look at Us is currently under investigation. Following the events of Addendum 5668-3, extensive care is to be taken when interacting with copies of the film to avoid further loss of life. Description: SCP-5668 is the only known poster for a 1924 silent horror film entitled The Angels Look at Us. No copies of this film are known to exist. Subjects near SCP-5668 for extended periods of time will begin to experience short-term scopaesthesia, which will dissipate over the next couple hours. Long-term direct visual contact with SCP-5668 generates more potent mental delusions, taking the form of visual hallucinations. These hallucinations revolve around the appearance of entities within the storefronts on SCP-5668's artwork, which will then exit these storefronts eventually walking out of SCP-5668 in its entirety. Individuals perceiving these entities universally describe them as "angels", with a vague and mostly ineffable physical appearance, surrounded by intense multicolored light emanations. Despite the indescribable appearance of their eyes alongside the rest of their features, subjects also believe these entities are constantly staring at them. The entities are non-hostile, instead opting to noninvasively observe the subject, moving away if any physical interaction is attempted. After a varying amount of time away from SCP-5668, these entities will leave through the head of the subject. All exact descriptions of this process lack any further nuance. Lon Chaney, circa 1923. Addendum 5668-1 — History: The Angels Look at Us is believed to have screened only once to an audience of 42 people in Blue Springs, Michigan. Few witness reports remain, with a majority of witnesses either being deceased or forgetting the film in its entirety when contacted, even if it was confirmed they were present at the screening. Accounts of crew and cast members confirmed to be involved in the film's production share similar scarceness. Despite overwhelming critical acclaim resulting from this screening, the film was never shown again. The only public reason given by the writer, director, and film star Lon Chaney being "a terrible mistake, which more effort should have been made to rectify." Despite intense investigation to locate a copy of The Angels Look at Us, by both independent and Foundation efforts, no existing copies could be found. The last copy of The Angels Look at Us was believed to have been destroyed during a fire in a storage facility owned by Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios, alongside the last copies of several other films. Despite this fire being ruled to have been caused by the ignition of old nitrate-based film, further investigation revealed suppressed evidence of arson. Several incomplete summaries of the film have been found to exist, with the two most cohesive summaries being found below, both from now deceased authors: Found brief plot synopsis, inside a collection of upcoming movie advertisements in a 1924 issue of the Blue Springs, Missouri newspaper The Examiner: "Lon Chaney stars in his newest film The Angels Look at Us, about a mad woman who thinks angels stare at her no matter where she goes. Her psychologist, played by Lon Chaney, must quench the delusions before she is declared insane, with little success." Found review for the film, inside a heavily damaged 1924 Boy's Cinema issue: "The Angels Look at Us starring Lon Chaney as the psychologist 'D. B. Boures', and Marceline Day as 'Diane Schultzen', is a gripping fright fest that nearly pulls the viewer into the experience itself. The tale follows a psychologist and his patient Diane, whom is stricken with visions of strange 'angels' watching her. The looks put on for these angels in film, as we see them through the eyes of Diane, are positively stunning, as if [DATA LOST] She begins viewing others in the same light, and grows unable to trust even her own husband. Boures desperately tries to discredit her grandeur claims, but she retorts violently, grabbi [DATA LOST] out of the screen, dazzling and frightening the audience out of their trousers. One patron fainted from fright! Such a show could only be dreamed of from other films. They soon retrea [DATA LOST] ending with her limping out of the office building, bloodied. It was a true spectacle to behold and truly a marveling show." Due to the lack of information available, the reasoning for SCP-5668's effects cannot be faithfully determined. Addendum 5668-2 — Independent Investigations: On 2020/04/1, a forum thread on GoI-1109 ("Parawatch Wiki") was started as a uniform place for discussion on locating further information on The Angels Look at Us, along with any existing copies. While most evidence brought forth was proven to be false and therefore did not constitute a security breach, several posts by a user under the alias "monsterkill00" held credibility, a transcript of such posts can be found below: monsterkill00 1/25/2020 (Thu) 8:50:51 #92967342 IMG_2405 Wow! Glad I came across this. My grandfather was a cameraman for a lot of early silent films, bouncing back and forth from little projects, was the only thing he'd ever talk about. He was a big friend of Lon Chaney (pic related, my grandpa's in the middle, Chaney's to the right in some movie getup), he'd talk with him about a lot, worked on a couple projects he starred in or directed for every once and awhile. He didn't work on Angels Look at Us, unfortunately. But he did work on a different film with Lon right after. Exact details are a bit fuzzy, the stories he told about it changed a bit between tellings. His Alzheimer's really made him screwy with those details, he was a nice man. Always happy to talk about what little he remembered, I think it helped him too, recalling all that. Before those fucking nursing home bastards found him choked to death on his own spit. Sorry, here's usually what I was told: Grandpa came to the set, as usual. He talked to Lon, that man was always so excited for these movies. This time though, he didn't seem so hot. Kinda down, cold, you know — grandpa always said it was "like he'd seen a damn puppy get shot before he came on set". So he asked what was wrong, tried to get anything outta him, wouldn't budge at first. Grandpa tried to change the topic, cause it was awkward as hell after, asked him how'd the last film go. That only got Chaney more upset, he pulled grandpa aside, tugged him into a makeup room. Chaney told him… something. This is the part he always jumbled up each time. Chaney had a dream, that was constant, he was walking down the street, then fell down an open manhole. walked through a place, a mansion, a film set, a bar — whatever grandpa was in the mood to say — until he found a lone film projector. He walked "into" the projector (believe me, idk what the hell he meant by that either) and found something that shocked him. Yeah it's a bit underwhelming ik — it was underwhelming whenever grandpa told the story too — but that's all he'd ever say. He said it was a "secret" a few times, but I could tell the old man didn't remember what the hell it was. Anyway, that dream was some muse for Chaney, he came up with The Angels Look at Us shortly after. He had two versions: the rough cut and the one that got shown. Something about the film let him down still, and he never wanted it seen again. "Lucky to be alive," that's what grandpa said he'd said — that also stayed same-y between tellings. Chaney told him he was hiding those versions away somewhere nobody'd watch, "keep them somewhere safe." That was basically where he'd end it off, he'd go all mumbly after that and didn't make much sense. I hope I'm not giving out info that's already known lmao, this thread is 26 pages long, I ain't reading through all that. CHEESEMEISTER 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:00:51 #92967356 LOL man nobody gonna believe your dead crazy dementia grandpa story, espcaliclally not me we already got like five of these in this thread, and if he can;t even swallow his own spit than he's probably not that good a source get some real evidence or gtfo monsterkill00 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:02:30 #92967360 Hey man fuck you. If you want something real i'll find something just for you. i still got a lot of my grandpa's shit in my attic i haven't gone through, give me a second Mr "CHEESEMEISTER", o grand protector of the truth on a conspiracy wiki board CHEESEMEISTER 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:03:46 #92967365 local man named monster kill zero zero makes fun of my username, more at 11 monsterkill00 1/25/2020 (Thu) 9:15:32 #92967389 HOLY SHIT found a film reel "angels look at us original keep it safe" there has to be a projecjtor up here OEN SEOCND These posts were acknowledged by Foundation plants in the Parawatch Wiki moderation team, who later determined "monsterkill00" was 36 year old Johnathan Quensboro, whose grandfather, Marvin Quensboro, worked on many films during the 1920's and 1930's, with other details matching with external sources. Addendum 5668-3 — Foundation Investigations: The information gathered from Addendum 5668-2 was deemed enough to warrant Foundation investigation of Quensboro, and Agents Gurrano and Langsly were sent to his residence in Carlton, Missouri. The following is a transcript of this investigation: <BEGIN LOG> (Gurrano knocks on Quensboro's front door for several minutes, Langsly attempts to look into the house, finding all curtain windows have been drawn.) Langsly: We know if this guy's here? Gurrano: Car's here. Lives alone too. Langsly: Hmm. (Gurrano turns the doorknob.) Gurrano: It's unlocked, should we just— what's our cover story again? Langsly: Gas workers. For the last time, Gas workers. Gurrano: Jeez man, making sure. Should we just… go in? Langsly: Why the hell not? Gurrano: Uhh, protocol? Langsly: We have weapons, dude's some 30-something conspiracy nerd. (Langsly enter Quensboro's house and Gurrano follows, they enter the kitchen. Down the hall to the right, a film projector is heard whirring in the farthest room, the door is closed. Langsly begins surveying the house.) Gurrano: Johnathan Quensboro? Anyone here? (Gurrano walks down the hall, lights emanate from behind the door. The projector continues whirring.) Langsly: Rest of the place is as clear as glass. Gurrano: That seems to be where stuff's going down. Langsly: Well what're we waiting for then? Ehh? An invitation? Gurrano: Wait, shouldn't we— (Langsly turns the handle. As they do, the light underneath the door dissipates. The film projector continues whirring. Langsly opens the door and enters. Their camera feed disconnects, their audio feed remaining intact. Nothing is heard inside, besides the projector.) Gurrano: You okay in there? (Pause.) Gurrano: Hello? (Pause.) Gurrano: Uhh… (Pause.) Gurrano: Dammit. (Gurrano enters the room, their camera feed disconnects.) Gurrano: Langsly! Man, what's happening? I called for you— is that the thing? The film reel, right? (Pause.) Gurrano: Uhh… you okay? Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: Huh? Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: Langsly, we— we should go. Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: What's going on? There's— it's nothing. Just the film. What'd they say about the film again? Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. Gurrano: Langsly, didn't they say— dammit. We need to go. You should have been careful, you should have— Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. (Pause.) Gurrano and Langsly: There is an angel on the screen. They are chanting of the Sun. They will take us to the Sun. (Silence, as the projector stops.) <END LOG> After the loss of communication, supplementary agents were immediately sent to the residency. Inside the room in Quensboro's house was a film reel projector, covered in scorch marks. No film reel was present inside, nor was any copy of The Angels Look at Us recovered from anywhere else in the building. A white bedsheet nailed to an opposing wall acts as a projection screen, although a hole in the center has been entirely burned through. The whereabouts of Agents Gurrano and Langsly, along with Quensboro, remain entirely unknown at this time. Repeat subjects now claim more eyes than before stare at them when under the effects of SCP-5668. Footnotes 1. The feeling of being watched. |
SCP-5669 | esoteric-class | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5669 Level1 Secondary Class: Kušum Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Sunken section of SCP-5669. Special Containment Procedures: Advanced research into SCP-5669 have suggested that continuous concealment and disallowment of phenomena to propegate actively causes anomalous activity. Following study and review, containment specialists have implemented a gradual process of abandoning active containment to allow self-neutralization. Show Previous Containment Procedures Close. Special Containment Procedures: Owing to the remote location of SCP-5669 and comparatively benign anomalous attributes, low-level safe-class containment efforts have been established. A three by three kilometer exclusion zone has been established surrounding the perimeter of SCP-5669. Cover-story 5669-A ("Fiber-Optic Installation") has been disseminated following the establishment of the exclusion zone. Individual members of ART1 Montauk-27 ("Beach Bums") have been stationed within beaches and lowtide areas surrounding SCP-5669. Materials produced by SCP-5669 are to be removed following positive identification, and moved to site-27 storage for analysis and containment. Description: SCP-5669 refers to a partially flooded home near rural Montauk, New York. During periods of stormy weather, SCP-5669 sporadically releases anywhere from one to one hundred glass bottles, differing in color, shape and manufacturer, though milk bottles are most commonly found. Each bottle, regardless of factor, contains a tightly rolled note, written on a material resembling tree bark. Messages produced notably decrease during the month of June. Addendum: Recovered Messages Since documentation of SCP-5669, an approximate of ██ unique messages have been discovered. Each message is written in the first person, and alternates between long passages, and smaller, fragmented sentences, and occasional selections of poetry. Messages of importance have been collected below, and arranged in approximate chronological order. To the other single person at the dance: I hadn't gotten the chance to have caught your name. I saw you on the sidelines at the dancehall last Wednesday night. I was going to ask you for a dance, just because you and I had been the only ones who didn't seem to have had a dancin' partner. Wasn't meant to be a waltz or anythin' of that sort, just a simple little thing to have ended the night. I was wanting to go and introduce myself properly, but everytime I got close to you, I got too nervous. I didn't even know if you had a dancing partner, but they had been late or somesuch. So there I went, havingto go and turn myself back around. I know it isn't as neighborly to introduce myself this way, but well- it seems this is how it is for right now. My name is Mary-Jean Lucy-Crawford. My sisters joked thay my mother couldn't pick a favorite name out of Mary, Lucy and Jean, and instead simply went with all three. I go by Jean, perhaps because I'm the middle child, and its the middle name. Or, uh, just sounds better then Mary-Lucy. Jury's still out and countin'. I think they're probably right in some aspects. I haven't been able to have a lot of company over, or even really get out onto the town, and meet everyone. Last Wednesday was the only time I could in the past few months. Can I invite you over, one of these days? Perhaps on the first of March, 'round the afternoon? I'll pop a cake in the oven too. My mother taught me that. Always joked abour bribin' the new neighbours with tea and cake. Perhaps I'll see you then. -Jean. To Someone Special. Wednesday fell into the weekend so fast, I hadn't even noticed until I went out to get the paper, and I found myself plum-struck by the date. I felt so… good and like myself. Not having to hide behind a facade, of what everyone else in Montauk expected me to be. Not that they know me well, but… Just by having a few days with you- It felt good. A rather nice thing to feel. A real good thing. Real good thing. I never really got the chance to tell you this, and again, like last time, here I am expressing something important through a letter. This is the last time. I promise you that. But the thing I wanted to tell you was, that I am happy that you feel like I can be more to you than anyone else in this town. I'm looking forward to the time when I get to see you again. I know we're not at the point were I can spin sonnets, and throw every word of affection your way, but I feel like I can say that I think you're important to me. Someone real important. I think I'm falling in love with you. I think winter is coming early to the coast this year. I can see it in the trees, and the grass, the forests around the cliffs… I really see it in the beach and the ocean though. Just how the waves alternated between crashing across the sand, to… more gentle lapping. The gentle sort of kind that brings forward all the shells and pretty things deep from the sea to the sky. I had hated winter. Hated the cold, hated the death. But now I see the softness and stillness. I- I see you in winter. I see you in the stillness of ocean and the breeze surrounding the cliff. I'm working my way to kissing you- for real. There'll be heavy snow tomorrow evening. Sort of a blizzard across the sea, and it'll be cold, dark and quiet. The kind of weather you told me you loved. I know I sound like any old love song on the radio today, but you had made me fall in love with wintertime. Perhaps because I met you then, and when I look out into the sea, I see you and I dancing by the cliffside. I think at this time, I can say that I love you. And everyday, I think it'll grow longer and longer. Every new winter day. i love you I wrote a poem, because I love you. I'll set it to music, the next time you're over. Bring the cello, and I'll play along with the piano, and sing for you. My love with hair of a smoldering fire thoughts of spring and evening wind who I will hold with ginger fingers and bring close to my heavy chest, with words of light, and heavy ash in my belly My love who comforted my soul When skies were gone And who will hold my embrace As but the ocean As the clouds My love with everything and everyone Kiss the stars when they shine bright Above a cold moon Kept warm by my darling and embrace To say words because I love you. I had a wonderful dream last night, about you and I. We were together, mending flowers by the garden. My garden doesn't grow. I was told the soil is too acidic, along with all the saltwater flooding the garden plots. It hasn't stopped me from trying, mind you. The day again when you were over, I swear that my saplings and tulips began to grow, and with wild roots reaching underneath the house. I like to think that you were the one who made it all happen, as if you by my side mended the old garden and the house. My darling, I don't want to be melodramatic, nor a beggar for pity, but you have mended a hole in my heart. My heart is whole because of you. I want you by my side by the garden, by the old house, and to be able to hold my hand every night, and to kiss you good morning every dawn. It'll be soon be a time where we can be together without having to remain hidden, but like a great flower in my garden or a wave crashing across the ocean coast. Come visit me soon. I miss you. Your love, Jean. Addendum No. 1: Dr. Brown's Message Lead SCP-5669 researcher Josephine Brown reported finding the following message found in a bottle, that washed in the beach near her home in Montauk, NY. Before her work in the Foundation's historical department, Brown was a noted archivist of lesbian history and literature. Historical review has shown that the following image has not been publicly shared until appearing to Dr. Josephine Brown. Thank you for remembering and seeing us. As time goes on, we won't need to be remembered this way. People will know. With love, Jean and Nelly Crawford. Footnotes 1. Anomaly Recovery Team |
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} } Item #: SCP-5670 Level 4/5670 Classified Special Containment Procedures SCP-5670 is located in Provisional Site-73, a tunnel in Edmund, Oklahoma. The tunnel has been removed from local maps and the entrances have been sealed off to the general public. All D-Class personnel interacting with SCP-5670 must have been convicted of either grand theft auto or manslaughter; documents of a D-Class’s legal past will be provided on request. Should a D-Class be retroactively found guilty of murder instead of manslaughter, they are to be amnesticized and immediately reassigned to another site. Foundation personnel assigned to SCP-5670's containment cell are forbidden from making eye contact with anyone not assigned to SCP-5670. This is not required for personnel who have not been within thirty meters of the anomaly for thirty days. Every seven days, D-Class personnel are to interact with SCP-5670 to the point of fully agitating it. A rubber caricature in the likeness of a former United States president is to be provided when interacting with the entity. D-Class personnel is permitted and encouraged to assist SCP-5670 in assaulting the effigy. Description SCP-5670 refers to a 16-meter-tall Class-A biomechanical entity comprised of severely degraded Lincoln Continental Convertibles, currently occupying 31 percent of Provisional Site-73. Estimates show that it is producing 45 liters of crude oil1 per month. SCP-5670 is capable of restricted locomotion via its haphazardly positioned wheels. SCP-5670's middle portion resembles a degraded radiator, which is the main source of the oil. Its upper and lower portions are respectively composed of car frames and parts supported by semi-organic tubes that leak radiator fluid. It has the ability to assimilate other cars into its body, often using them to replace its severely deteriorated parts. It owes its current form2 to this ability. SCP-5670 has attempted to unsuccessfully breach containment several times3. From these incidents, it has been determined that it has limited sapience. SCP-5670 becomes more efficient in terms of oil production when individuals with criminal records of grand theft auto or manslaughter4 enter one of the vehicles comprising it. This anomaly is the effect of a crude thaumaturgic ritual crafted by the Inushika, a group focused on the relationship between minerals and human nature. Lastly, oil production significantly slows down when personnel working near its area have their attention diverted from it, particularly when outsiders are involved5. Considering its short remaining lifespan, and treatment as mandated by the O5 Council, containment procedures have been amended to reflect this. It was built in 1967 under Project AUTO, which was supervised by then-President Lyndon B. Johnson, a noted automotive enthusiast. The project was initiated in order to increase American self-reliance and promote his vision of 'The Great Society', which was his platform involving a series of social reforms to improve America. Discovery SCP-5670 was first discovered in 1973, slowly moving south. Witness reports of a 'moving corpse of cars' and a 'Carmageddon' were received by police stations in Oklahoma. Upon this, the Foundation immediately acted and immobilized SCP-5670 using specialized spikes and thaumaturgic rods. Due to the cost of transporting SCP-5670, the decision was made to contain it in its current location. Project AUTO Details Walter Harrison, one of the lead supervisors of Project AUTO, provided several documents as part of a deal with the Foundation in exchange for cleaning up Johnson's legacy and public image. Excised versions of Harrison's journal entries are provided below. DOC-EXPS-5670 Close. Harrison (on the right) listens as Johnson proclaims the 'usage of all citizens of America, undesirable or not'. Date: 03/14/1966 Entry: We have now started work on Project AUTO alongside members and priests of the Inushika; Our primary aim is to help with the fulfillment of the President's 'Great Society'. Our main mission is to produce a reliable source of crude oil for the military campaigns in Vietnam and as insurance for the affairs in the Middle East. Date: 03/17/1966 Entry: What can I say about 'The Great Society? A lot of folks would reckon that it will be filled with positive thoughts and whatnots, with no room for muck-ups. However, even the President had realized that this is not achievable. He needed to use both sides, saying that he saw that America had many jailbirds. Those are from my perspective, in any case. For now, we have the resources needed for building OilCa6, including the thaumic rods and tubes that we procured with the CIA's help. The necessary chants and procedures from the Inushikas have been also practiced by dedicated staff. One of the bases for SCP-5670. Date: 03/26/1966 Entry: We decided to base OilCa on one of the President's main passions - cars; the design is heavily inspired by his 1961 Lincoln Continental Convertible and his Amphicar. Considering his speech, I find it amusing that one could say the same about OilCa and the President's hobby. Date: 12/10/1967 Entry: OilCa, which is three times larger than a convertible, is now finished after a year of backbreaking labor. Initial testing with prisoners shows an output of around 150 liters. The President was intently supervising every step of the way and has watched OilCa from a safe distance. It is inclined to move its wipers when the President is in its vicinity and opens up its hoods several times as a sort of greeting. The President would often tip his hat to it, and quip about its intelligence and sense of justice. It also tends to play around with the oil it creates. Date: 11/04/1967 Entry: OilCa has been docile so far. Meanwhile, it was discovered that testing with individuals with extraordinarily violent criminal records (beyond 'less atrocious' ones like carnapping and strangely enough, manslaughter - perhaps deliberately brutal crimes sicken it?) has resulted in OilCa scooting and screeching, causing several parts to detach and overheat. Both the master and pet love justice, but too much exposure to scum kills off their mood. Date: 11/21/1967 Entry: Due to health issues, the President has taken some time off and plans to refocus a bit on other projects. It seems that OilCa has noticed his absence, as it has displayed behavior such as assimilating cars in a fashion that causes it to deform itself, shaking and rattling its components, and revving up its engines at irregular intervals. We have to contend with putting clay sculptures of the President for OilCa to play with; it loves these and would seem depressed when it accidentally wrecks one of them. On the other hand, the President, along with the head priest of the Inushika, has expressed disappointment in OilCa due to its low output, high expenses, and now rusty, 'grotesque' form. I believe he is on the cusp of abandoning it. Harrison approaches SCP-5670 with specialized clamping equipment. Date: 06/21/1972 Entry: Maintenance costs have severely increased as OilCa attempts to escape. Thaumic rods have been brought in to restrict it, while we need to train more personnel in handling it. We figured out how to subdue it; we based our method on OilCa's love of the President and things that look like him. First, agitate it to the point that it is no longer aware of its surroundings. Then, put an effigy of the President, or someone similar, in front of it. When personnel attack the effigy, OilCa would usually join in out of confusion. It would be inactive later for some time, sulking over what it did. What kind of pup would attack its master's image, after all? At this point, however, OilCa's quota has been dropping beneath threshold levels, while President Johnson has diverted most of his attention away from Project AUTO. Date: 01/05/1973 Entry: Due to low oil production and high maintenance costs, Project AUTO is now pigeonholed, with OilCa shipped off to somewhere. President Nixon has said that America has a lot of other ways to deal with what AUTO is trying to solve. It's practically the end of the road for OilCa. Using the documents that Harrison provided, SCP-5670's special containment procedures have been amended to enhance SCP-5670's efficiency in producing more crude oil. Meanwhile, a deal was made with the US government to officially pass ownership of SCP-5670 to the Foundation. Upkeep Report 1982-156 FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE UR-045 11/28/1982 Regarding SCP-5670's Maintenance Costs Prepared by Director Michael P. Takemori Project-5670 has been drastically affected by the same problems which hounded Project AUTO. First, oil production has been at a record low. Further testing of SCP-5670's limits have been largely fruitless. Despite changing the number of D-Class personnel used, repairs on the entity initiated, and machinery involved, its output has been marginal at best. Meanwhile, SCP-5670 still remains as a liability due to its breach attempts. The needed funds for maintenance and training personnel have also increased to the point that it is a major strain on Project-5670's and the Foundation's budget. Lastly, SCP-5670 has been degrading at a rate higher than normal as it becomes more inactive. Behavioral analysis indicates high levels of distress. It is estimated that SCP-5670 will slowly become neutralized in the next three months. The team has prepared three proposals for the available courses of action: decommissioning, downsizing of Project-5670, and coordinating with other groups for the containment of SCP-5670. These are to be reviewed by the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee. Update(01/22/1983)7 Due to the containment costs for SCP-5670, its current status, behavior, and its short remaining lifespan, it was decided to decommission it. SCP-5670 breached containment during the process after it began outputting substantially more oil than expected; the load broke most of the containment rods. Partially damaged, it emerged out of the tunnel and headed south. Contrary to earlier behavior, SCP-5670 quickly moved at the expense of its components breaking down due to stress. SCP-5670 avoided locations that contain large numbers of edifices and people. At this point, it began to leak a yellow fluid8. Its middle portion has also become heavily cracked and some of its wheels have become detached. It arrived at the Johnson Family Cemetery in Stonewall, Texas, and then ceased movement. However, it still emits smoke, a substantially smaller amount of oil, and low-pitched clinking sounds. Footnotes 1. Only around 22 percent could be used due to its low quality. However, there is still potential for adequately supplementing the Foundation's budget. 2. Often leading to it being described as a 'pile of cars'. 3. The effigy was therefore introduced to prevent breaches. 4. More severe crimes lead to it breaking down. 5. An example would be eye contact with said outsiders. 6. The term for Project AUTO's expected result 7. The 10th anniversary of Johnson's death. 8. Later analysis shows that 67 percent of it is comprised of ethylene glycol, a component of radiator fluids. |
SCP-5671 | keter | SCP-5671: Before I Wake Written by me, Machen2. Content Warning The following article depicts violent death, implied torture, and vivid descriptions of this anomaly's effects, and other cheerful stuff. If these things make you uncomfortable, please don't read this. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5671 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5671. Assigned Site Site-300 Site Director V. REQUET Research Head N. A. WRITER Assigned Task Force Λ-13 "PEST CONTROL" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5671 is currently contained at Site-300-14, at the 13th Biohazard Chamber. No individual is to be in contact with the object without written permission from the Site Director. All personnel within the vicinity of SCP-5671 must wear protective suits, which may not be removed under any circumstances. Any staff member suspected to be infected with SCP-5671-2 are to be quarantined, until infection can be confirmed, before being moved into proper containment. SCP-5671-1 instances are currently kept under isolated containment, within biohazard cells. All cells must be checked periodically for any damage. Weekly interviews have been approved for assessment for the mental state of the subjects, however personnel are not allowed direct contact with the subjects under any circumstances. SCP-5671-2 instances are contained in similar biohazard cells, however all observation windows are to be made from Ippo glass at least 7 inches thick. No glass is to be used in major areas of the cells. Deceased instances are stored at Sector 15 for study. No personnel are to be allowed any contact with the anomalies. Containment Memorandum: File pending update following Incident Incident 26-12-22. Dr. Nomal A. Writer has replaced Dr. Gooday as research head. The locating and detainment of uncontained instances is a considered a high priority. Additional resources have been provided to Site-300. Description: SCP-5671 is an object resembling a chrysalis, roughly 15 meters in height and 17 meters in width. SCP-5671 is extremely resilient, with incendiary and penetrating instruments being ineffective on it. The anomaly regularly releases large amounts of purple vapor into the surrounding area. DNA analysis of the anomaly has concluded it matches with that of Janik Waelts, a known agent of GOI-051 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). When the vapor is inhaled by a living human subject, henceforth referred to as SCP-5671-1, it will result in the formation of SCP-5671-2 instances within their body, typically inside their lungs or stomach. This does not appear to cause discomfort to the host. An SCP-5671-2A instance. SCP-5671-2 are insectoid organisms formed from an SCP-5671-1 subject's extracted cells. The organisms bear resemblance to the common cruiser butterfly (Vindula arsinoe), but are far more adaptive and stronger.1 These instances upon formation2 are divided into two groups. SCP-5671-2B instances are the ones that will remain inside SCP-5671-1, and exert further infection upon the host. SCP-5671-2A are the instances that exit the host's body, typically through their mouth or nostrils. While this causes mild discomfort, this does seem not harm or kill the host. Upon exiting, SCP-5671-2A will seek out and attempt to enter and infect the body of the closest living human being. Entry is usually obtained by forcefully biting3 a hole into the skin or through the nostrils of the subject. The process of infection is similar in both -2A and -2B instances; they will partially fuse with the body of the subject, severely damaging large amounts of the subject's nerves. The SCP-5671-2 instances will then proceed to release a large amount of a thick purple substance4 into the body of the host, usually targeted at the neural system. This severely alters the host's brain, with noted symptoms including increased aggression, increased detachment from reality, and increased health problems. Forcibly separating SCP-5671-2 from an SCP-5671-1 subject has almost always resulted in termination from cranial trauma inflicted by SCP-5671-2A. SCP-5671-1 instances obtain information about the existence of SCP-5671 even if they have no physical interaction with the anomaly itself. Over a varying period of time the SCP-5671-1 instances will begin to possess an obsession with SCP-5671. All known SCP-5671-1 have attempted to "serve" SCP-5671, by acts such as creating artworks depicting the anomaly, poems about the anomaly, sacrificing animals or humans in the name of the anomaly, among other things. Many of the SCP-5671-1 have also attempted to breach containment of SCP-5671. Currently there are 34 instances of SCP-5671-1 in isolated containment, along with 56 instances of SCP-5671-2. The number of uncontained instances are unknown. Addendum 5671.01: Discovery + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE SCP-5671 was indirectly created by the Foundation's Department of Atypical Persuasion, during an attempted interrogation of Janik Waelts, who previously had been the Site Director of Site-300-14, before being confirmed to be an undercover agent for GOI-051. In an attempt to make Waelts reveal more information on his mission, and against orders, the prototype "ROD" serum created by Dr. Thereven was used on the subject. After interrogation, the corpse of the CI Agent was disposed off at the Katkol lake, where SCP-5671 was located shortly afterwards. It is believed the experimental serum caused Janik Waelts to mutate into SCP-5671. Multiple individuals in nearby towns were confirmed to be infected with SCP-5671-2. Addendum 5671.02: Interview 5671-1F.13 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE The following is a transcription of an interview of interest conducted with SCP-5671-1F, a subject infected with SCP-5671-2. INTERVIEWER Dr. Jack Gooday - a Class-II Reality Sink,5 Research Lead on SCP-5671. INTERVIEWEE SCP-5671-1F - a 6-year-old girl by the name of Calliope Gooday. FOREWORD: While SCP-5671-1F was cooperative in the beginning, she soon refused to converse with any of the personnel. Due to Dr. Gooday's familiarity with her, he was sent in to interview her. Dr. Gooday: Good morning Callie. No response. Dr. Gooday: How're you feeling? No response. Dr. Gooday: Please say something. SCP-5671-1F: (stuttering) She-she says I shouldn't talk to you… Dr. Gooday: Ah. (pause) I only want to help you…you know that, right? SCP-5671-1F: (sniffles) I do! She-she doesn't want me talking to you. I don't want her to hurt me! Dr. Gooday: Hey, hey-(presses hand against the glass separating them)-I know it hurts, but I need you to be strong, ok? Can you do that? SCP-5671-1F nods. Dr. Gooday: Alright. Could you tell me how "she" talks to you? SCP- 5671-1F: She-she doesn't want me to say. Dr. Gooday: Has she been talking to you for a while? SCP-5671-1F: Y-Yes. Dr. Gooday: I see. Don't listen to anything he says, alright? It's like that time you thought there was a monster living in our basement, remember? Was it real? SCP-5671-1F: N-no. Dr. Gooday: Exactly! She can't hurt you. (pause) So, how are you feeling today? SCP-5671-1F: Sick. Dr. Gooday: More than before? SCP-5671-1F nods, hugging her doll harder. Dr. Gooday: This has to end. This has to. (pause) You know how worried we've been? Why did you just go off into the woods like that? Your mother almost had a heart attack! SCP-5671-1F: (begins crying) I'm s-sorry. No response for 55 seconds Dr. Gooday: No-no, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I shouted at you, Callie. After a moment, SCP-5671-1F lets out a shriek. SCP-5671-1F: It hurts. Dr. Gooday: Where? SCP-5671-1F: Everywhere!-(begins clawing at her face) Dr. Gooday: That's only going to make it worse, you need to stop. SCP-5671-1F: She's hurting me! She's hurting me, make her stop, please make her stop- SCP-5671-1F falls to the floor, screaming. There appears to be many small objects crawling under her skin. Dr. Gooday immediately alerts the staff and begins attempting to break into the cell, against orders. SCP-5671-1F begins coughing out blood, and multiple SCP-5671-2A instances, all of which swarm out and attack the glass window of the cell, which begins cracking. SCP-5671-1F's stomach ruptures as more SCP-5671-2A instances swarm out of it. Personnel arrive and restrain Dr. Gooday. The situation is brought under control. Afterword: Multiple SCP-5671-2A instances were captured and contained. However, SCP-5671-1F did not survive. Postmortem analysis revealed that the cause of death had been due to multiple SCP-5671-2B instances consuming several of her organs, causing severe internal bleeding. It was also revealed SCP-5671-1F had torn out her eyes and attempted to consume them. Addendum 5671.03: Thaumiel Proposal + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE Proposal To Reclassify SCP-5671 as Thaumiel Submitted by the HEAD OF THE DAP Greetings to the Overwatch Command, Classification and Ethics Committees. You must be shocked at recieving this paper. Outraged, even. The Thereven ROD Serum was a prototype developed by the one and only Dr. Thereven to essentially dominate the minds of uncontainable, uncontrollable anomalies. "Mind-control", colloquially speaking. It would also work in interrogations, such as converting enemy agents to our side, having them spy for us. The serum was faulty; the control was not complete, and mentally potent individuals could even resist the effects of it. There were also extreme side-effects, such many test subjects being rendered completely brain dead within a week or so, gross mutations (as seen with Mr. Waelts), along with a plethora of other things. It seems, however, nature itself has perfected it now. Dr. Thereven, along with many of our other scientists, ran multitude of tests on the RS23 strain extracted from SCP-5671-2A, and found it was 98% more potent than the ROD serum, with 56% less toxicity, and its effects manifest 65% quicker. Dr. Thereven was able to refine the substance into RS23-α, a version made specifically for human subjects. RS23-α was a complete success; no individuals so far have shown the capability of resisting its effects. Granted, the process seems to be excruciating, most test subjects keep screaming for days before they are successfully converted. Utilizing it, we have successfully turned multiple agents from many Groups of Interest to our cause, they are completely and utterly subservient to us. Cole is already working on the β version for anomalies. Some might call this unethical, entirely reprogramming the human mind, forcing them to be subject to your control, robbing them of free will. But its a necessary evil. We propose the reclassify of SCP-5671 as Thaumiel-class. Without the anomaly, we will not be able to create more of this serum, which, we believe, is crucial for the future growth of the Foundation. O5 VOTE PENDING ETHICS COMMITEE VOTE PENDING CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE VOTE PENDING Addendum 5671.04: Incident 23-12-22 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE On December 23, SCP-5671 began pulsating, emitting a dim purple light. Approximately 50 seconds later, there was an increase in the amount of vapor which being released by it. During examination, it abruptly ejected a human individual from within, later identified to be Janik Waelts. Waelts was given the classification of SCP-5671-1Y, after it was noted that a large instance of SCP-5671-2B was inhabiting his chest cavity. An interview with the subject has been provided below. INTERVIEWER Dr. Jack Gooday - A Class-II Reality Sink, Research Lead on SCP-5671. INTERVIEWEE SCP-5671-1Y - Janik Waelts, agent for GOI-051. SCP-5671-1Y: Where-where am I? Dr. Gooday: Hello, Janik. You are currently in solitary containment, how're you feeling? SCP-5671-1Y: Unwell. She has released me from her embrace. Dr. Gooday: …it seems so. SCP-5671-1Y: (touching his chest) She wants one of her children to accompany me, I see. Five. Dr. Gooday: What can you remember during your experience with…"her"? SCP-5671-1Y: Why, everything. She has set me on a mission. Release me immediately. Dr. Gooday: You are under- SCP-5671-1Y: Release me immediately, five. Dr. Gooday: Step away from the glass, sir. You will not be released until we see fit. Silence for 55 seconds. SCP-5671-1Y: What am I doing here? Dr. Gooday remains silent, most likely confused. SCP-5671-1Y: (hysterical) You've got to help me, please, let me out, let me out. Save me from hEric, please! (gasps) She won't leave me alone…please, I have a family… Dr. Gooday: We can help you, remain calm- SCP-5671-1Y: (starts making a gurgling noise) Her children shall release me, then. (pause) I know you have her here. Release her as well, jailors. Dr. Gooday: You'll have to clarify who "she" is. SCP-5671-1Y: She is everything. She is the light that burns the sun, the oceans, the sky that stretches above us. She is the melody of the world, the painter of the world. You cannot imprison the world, five. Dr. Gooday: We are not imprisoning "the world" here. You are under the influence of a powerful hazardous anomaly, Janik. SCP-5671-1Y: Are you sure about that? Dr. Gooday: We know it for a fact. SCP-5671-1Y: You behold light in front of your eyes, yet you are too afraid to look at it. (pause) Perhaps we can make you see. Do not fear the light, five. Dr. Gooday: Gibberish. Answer my questions seriously, or you will be put into enhanced interrogation. SCP-5671-1Y: You still fail to see it. Do what you want to me. She will free me eventually. Dr. Gooday: No one is freeing you anytime soon. SCP-5671-1Y: (laughing) Five, do you really believe that? After this interview, Dr. Gooday submitted the following request. After spending countless months, days and seconds fretting over this thing, I have only been able to reach one conclusion: termination. The existence of this anomaly does nothing but pain those around it, it is an aberration. It twists and warps the minds of anyone under its influence, to an extreme degree. I have concluded that all the instances generated from it function as a hive mind, therefore, cutting off the head will most likely result in the termination/deactivation of all SCP-5671-2 instances. Our research into the anomaly has been revealing more and more worrying details, and has lead me to believe that termination is the only option. The SCP-5671-2 instances are adapting, they're becoming harder and harder to contain. And so is SCP-5671. A butterfly always breaks free from its cocoon. Do we really want to be around when this one emerges? TERMINATION REQUEST DENIED We believe there is more to be learned from this anomaly. We cannot kill everything we contain. If this has been getting too stressful, please let us know. With best regards, O5-1 Addendum 5671.05: Incident 26-12-22 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE On January 26, a widescale breach of containment at Site-300-14 occurred. Due to the relatively low priority and low resources given to Site-300-14, the situation could not be properly contained. A compiled transcription has been provided below. The following transcription was written by Dr. Gooday. Due to his emotional state, the transcription may read as unprofessional and overtly detailed. Transcription pending rewrite. SECURECAM09-26-12-22 SCP-5671-1Y appears to be restless, pacing to-and-fro in his cell. He does this for 5 minutes, before stopping and lying down on his bed. 50 seconds pass without him moving. At 12:10, it is noted that something is seemingly writhing in SCP-5671-1Y's throat. At 12:15, SCP-5671-1Y opens his mouth, and a swarm of many SCP-5671-2A instances are expelled from it, along with blood. The swarm begins attacking the glass observation window, as well as the walls of the cell, which starts cracking. An emergency is declared, MTF-Lambda-13 begin closing in on SCP-5671-1Y's containment cell. The glass shatters under the force of approximately 1,300 instances, which begin assaulting the task force. The following occurred simultaneously and within 45 seconds: The swarm successfully breach the protective clothing of many of the task force members. L13-Alpha's head suddenly begins bulging and pulsating, and erupts, blood smearing the walls as the corpse falls down. L13-Beta screams, attempting to use the flamethrower, to no success, as most of the instances are unharmed. The rest of the team attempt to use the flamethrowers on the swarm, to little success, even though they hit the target. L13-Lead's legs splinter apart with an audible crunching noise. L13-Delta shoots him in the head before her arms splinter apart. L13-Gamma throws his ammunition to the floor, and begins clawing large strips of flesh out of their face. SCP-5671-2B instances can be seen wriggling in their wounds. L13-Gamma proceeds to slump to the floor and lay still. L13-Sup's eyes begin to bulge, and one instance can be seen moving in her left eye. She self-terminates using a nearby gun. Both L13-Omicron and L13-Nu continue screaming and tearing at their faces for a duration of 45 seconds before abruptly stopping. L13-Omicron's right eye is completely torn into a mess, L13-Nu's mouth has been torn open to the cheeks, yet both of them are somehow still alive. Two SCP-5671-2A instances flutter towards them, implanting themselves onto their eyes with an audible squishing noise. Blood along with RS23 begin oozing out as the instances nestle comfortably into their hollowed eye sockets, the wings still protruding outwards. SCP-5671-1Y proceeds to step out of the containment cell, crushing an eye beneath his foot, as a Level 3 Emergency is declared, and walks down a hallway in the direction of the SCP-5671-1 containment wing. L13-Omicron and L13-Nu follow. SECURECAM12-26-12-22 More reinforcements are called as SCP-5671-1Y proceeds to release SCP-5671-1 instances from containment. All of them begin following SCP-5671-1Y to the containment area for SCP-5671. Termination order for the instances approved. More members of MTF-L-13 are sent to contain the breach. Efforts for a widescale recontainment is considered, a distress signal is sent to Central Command, with no response. 45 members of MTF-L-13 arrive to the location, and begin assaulting the instances with point blank gunfire., as well as the utilization of incendiary weapons. About 6 instances are terminated while the rest continue to move, despite suffering major wounds, even crawling. MTF-L-13 is assaulted by SCP-5671-2A instances, the swarm believed to have grown to at least 3,000 instances. Their protective armour is breached almost immediately. Approximately 2,345 instances begins rapidly taking the team apart, rank by rank. Members explode, spraying blood along with flesh everywhere. Many attempt to flee, but are also terminated, rank after rank, torn apart. The bleeding, sloppy remains of the terminated personnel begin piling on the floor in a fashion similar to a wall. The surviving members undergo a process similar to L13-Omicron and Nu, they scream for 56 minutes, with SCP-5671-2B instances crawling into their wounds, before abruptly stopping and following SCP-5671-1Y. It is unknown how they are still able to react to stimuli, as their eyes are believed to have been crushed and replaced by SCP-5671-2A instances. Blood and the viscous RS23 substance leak down their cheeks. SECURECAM20-26-12-22 Emergency Lockdown of access to SCP-5671 is initiated, and the individuals present there are given the order to evacuate vicinity immediately. L13-Omicron overrides the lockdown, due to his credentials still being active. The swarm of SCP-5671-2A as well as SCP-5671-1 barge into the area, as the last remaining researchers attempt to flee. L13-Nu, L13-Mu, L13-Zeta, and L13-Omicron proceed to fire at the researchers, incapacitating many of them. Two SCP-5671-2A instances proceed to break into the protective suit of the primary senior researcher there. He attempts to swat it away, but the instances proceed to bite at his nose, tearing the nostrils 2 inches wider, before forcefully crawling in. The researcher begins screaming in pain. A similar process occurs with the other researchers present, the -2A instances implant themselves onto their eyes, the wings protruding outwards. SCP-5671-1Y successfully breaks into the main chamber where SCP-5671 is kept. Many SCP-5671-1 instances lift the anomaly up, taking it out of the chamber. A junior researcher present is on the floor in front of SCP-5671-1I. The individuals carrying the anomaly step beside, and all other instances, including the SCP-5671-2A, gather in a circle around the researcher. The following conversation was recorded: Junior Researcher: (static)..please, let me go, I'll do anything. SCP-5671-1Y: Anything? Anything? Would you perhaps consider opening your eyes? Junior Researcher: My e-eyes are alre-already open. SCP-5671-1Y: No, they are not. Open them. A loud shout can be heard, repeated five times. Static, followed by incomprehensible noises, video glitches for a moment. ERROR//56wEunknown: DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE NOW? Junior Researcher: Yess… The junior researcher's eyes are covered by two protruding wings, blood streaking down her ceeks, mingling with a viscous purple liquid. She appears to be smiling. SCP-5671-1Y: Five, Mother is almost at this world. SCP-5671 suddenly begins glowing and pulsating with a purple light, which increases in brightness. Something large can be seen moving within it; a long moan is heard. It releases an overwhelming pulse of light, and the cameras cut out. Afterwards, no trace of SCP-5671 or its instances was found in the site, a widespread search is still continuing. The remains of the junior researcher, now identified to be Dr. Julia Trebor, were found at the chamber, her blood and pieces of her flesh smeared on the floor, spelling out the following message: SHE WILL MAKE YOU SEE Footnotes 1. One instance was able to bite through a steel rod. 2. Usually within 1 or 2 hours of inhalation of the vapor. 3. SCP-5671-2A instances are carnivorous and have sharp incisors. 4. Currently classified as RS23, a mutated strain of Dr. Cole Thereven's "ROD" serum. 5. Capable of nullifying the effects of several potent anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5671" by Machen2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5671. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Filename: god.png Author: Machen2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: These two files which are under CC BY-SA 4.0 and CC BY-SA 3.0 Image 2 Filename: paladin.png Author: Summerdrought License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5671 | uncontained | SCP-5671: Before I Wake Written by me, Machen2. Content Warning The following article depicts violent death, implied torture, and vivid descriptions of this anomaly's effects, and other cheerful stuff. If these things make you uncomfortable, please don't read this. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5671 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5671. Assigned Site Site-300 Site Director V. REQUET Research Head N. A. WRITER Assigned Task Force Λ-13 "PEST CONTROL" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5671 is currently contained at Site-300-14, at the 13th Biohazard Chamber. No individual is to be in contact with the object without written permission from the Site Director. All personnel within the vicinity of SCP-5671 must wear protective suits, which may not be removed under any circumstances. Any staff member suspected to be infected with SCP-5671-2 are to be quarantined, until infection can be confirmed, before being moved into proper containment. SCP-5671-1 instances are currently kept under isolated containment, within biohazard cells. All cells must be checked periodically for any damage. Weekly interviews have been approved for assessment for the mental state of the subjects, however personnel are not allowed direct contact with the subjects under any circumstances. SCP-5671-2 instances are contained in similar biohazard cells, however all observation windows are to be made from Ippo glass at least 7 inches thick. No glass is to be used in major areas of the cells. Deceased instances are stored at Sector 15 for study. No personnel are to be allowed any contact with the anomalies. Containment Memorandum: File pending update following Incident Incident 26-12-22. Dr. Nomal A. Writer has replaced Dr. Gooday as research head. The locating and detainment of uncontained instances is a considered a high priority. Additional resources have been provided to Site-300. Description: SCP-5671 is an object resembling a chrysalis, roughly 15 meters in height and 17 meters in width. SCP-5671 is extremely resilient, with incendiary and penetrating instruments being ineffective on it. The anomaly regularly releases large amounts of purple vapor into the surrounding area. DNA analysis of the anomaly has concluded it matches with that of Janik Waelts, a known agent of GOI-051 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). When the vapor is inhaled by a living human subject, henceforth referred to as SCP-5671-1, it will result in the formation of SCP-5671-2 instances within their body, typically inside their lungs or stomach. This does not appear to cause discomfort to the host. An SCP-5671-2A instance. SCP-5671-2 are insectoid organisms formed from an SCP-5671-1 subject's extracted cells. The organisms bear resemblance to the common cruiser butterfly (Vindula arsinoe), but are far more adaptive and stronger.1 These instances upon formation2 are divided into two groups. SCP-5671-2B instances are the ones that will remain inside SCP-5671-1, and exert further infection upon the host. SCP-5671-2A are the instances that exit the host's body, typically through their mouth or nostrils. While this causes mild discomfort, this does seem not harm or kill the host. Upon exiting, SCP-5671-2A will seek out and attempt to enter and infect the body of the closest living human being. Entry is usually obtained by forcefully biting3 a hole into the skin or through the nostrils of the subject. The process of infection is similar in both -2A and -2B instances; they will partially fuse with the body of the subject, severely damaging large amounts of the subject's nerves. The SCP-5671-2 instances will then proceed to release a large amount of a thick purple substance4 into the body of the host, usually targeted at the neural system. This severely alters the host's brain, with noted symptoms including increased aggression, increased detachment from reality, and increased health problems. Forcibly separating SCP-5671-2 from an SCP-5671-1 subject has almost always resulted in termination from cranial trauma inflicted by SCP-5671-2A. SCP-5671-1 instances obtain information about the existence of SCP-5671 even if they have no physical interaction with the anomaly itself. Over a varying period of time the SCP-5671-1 instances will begin to possess an obsession with SCP-5671. All known SCP-5671-1 have attempted to "serve" SCP-5671, by acts such as creating artworks depicting the anomaly, poems about the anomaly, sacrificing animals or humans in the name of the anomaly, among other things. Many of the SCP-5671-1 have also attempted to breach containment of SCP-5671. Currently there are 34 instances of SCP-5671-1 in isolated containment, along with 56 instances of SCP-5671-2. The number of uncontained instances are unknown. Addendum 5671.01: Discovery + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE SCP-5671 was indirectly created by the Foundation's Department of Atypical Persuasion, during an attempted interrogation of Janik Waelts, who previously had been the Site Director of Site-300-14, before being confirmed to be an undercover agent for GOI-051. In an attempt to make Waelts reveal more information on his mission, and against orders, the prototype "ROD" serum created by Dr. Thereven was used on the subject. After interrogation, the corpse of the CI Agent was disposed off at the Katkol lake, where SCP-5671 was located shortly afterwards. It is believed the experimental serum caused Janik Waelts to mutate into SCP-5671. Multiple individuals in nearby towns were confirmed to be infected with SCP-5671-2. Addendum 5671.02: Interview 5671-1F.13 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE The following is a transcription of an interview of interest conducted with SCP-5671-1F, a subject infected with SCP-5671-2. INTERVIEWER Dr. Jack Gooday - a Class-II Reality Sink,5 Research Lead on SCP-5671. INTERVIEWEE SCP-5671-1F - a 6-year-old girl by the name of Calliope Gooday. FOREWORD: While SCP-5671-1F was cooperative in the beginning, she soon refused to converse with any of the personnel. Due to Dr. Gooday's familiarity with her, he was sent in to interview her. Dr. Gooday: Good morning Callie. No response. Dr. Gooday: How're you feeling? No response. Dr. Gooday: Please say something. SCP-5671-1F: (stuttering) She-she says I shouldn't talk to you… Dr. Gooday: Ah. (pause) I only want to help you…you know that, right? SCP-5671-1F: (sniffles) I do! She-she doesn't want me talking to you. I don't want her to hurt me! Dr. Gooday: Hey, hey-(presses hand against the glass separating them)-I know it hurts, but I need you to be strong, ok? Can you do that? SCP-5671-1F nods. Dr. Gooday: Alright. Could you tell me how "she" talks to you? SCP- 5671-1F: She-she doesn't want me to say. Dr. Gooday: Has she been talking to you for a while? SCP-5671-1F: Y-Yes. Dr. Gooday: I see. Don't listen to anything he says, alright? It's like that time you thought there was a monster living in our basement, remember? Was it real? SCP-5671-1F: N-no. Dr. Gooday: Exactly! She can't hurt you. (pause) So, how are you feeling today? SCP-5671-1F: Sick. Dr. Gooday: More than before? SCP-5671-1F nods, hugging her doll harder. Dr. Gooday: This has to end. This has to. (pause) You know how worried we've been? Why did you just go off into the woods like that? Your mother almost had a heart attack! SCP-5671-1F: (begins crying) I'm s-sorry. No response for 55 seconds Dr. Gooday: No-no, I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I'm sorry I shouted at you, Callie. After a moment, SCP-5671-1F lets out a shriek. SCP-5671-1F: It hurts. Dr. Gooday: Where? SCP-5671-1F: Everywhere!-(begins clawing at her face) Dr. Gooday: That's only going to make it worse, you need to stop. SCP-5671-1F: She's hurting me! She's hurting me, make her stop, please make her stop- SCP-5671-1F falls to the floor, screaming. There appears to be many small objects crawling under her skin. Dr. Gooday immediately alerts the staff and begins attempting to break into the cell, against orders. SCP-5671-1F begins coughing out blood, and multiple SCP-5671-2A instances, all of which swarm out and attack the glass window of the cell, which begins cracking. SCP-5671-1F's stomach ruptures as more SCP-5671-2A instances swarm out of it. Personnel arrive and restrain Dr. Gooday. The situation is brought under control. Afterword: Multiple SCP-5671-2A instances were captured and contained. However, SCP-5671-1F did not survive. Postmortem analysis revealed that the cause of death had been due to multiple SCP-5671-2B instances consuming several of her organs, causing severe internal bleeding. It was also revealed SCP-5671-1F had torn out her eyes and attempted to consume them. Addendum 5671.03: Thaumiel Proposal + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE Proposal To Reclassify SCP-5671 as Thaumiel Submitted by the HEAD OF THE DAP Greetings to the Overwatch Command, Classification and Ethics Committees. You must be shocked at recieving this paper. Outraged, even. The Thereven ROD Serum was a prototype developed by the one and only Dr. Thereven to essentially dominate the minds of uncontainable, uncontrollable anomalies. "Mind-control", colloquially speaking. It would also work in interrogations, such as converting enemy agents to our side, having them spy for us. The serum was faulty; the control was not complete, and mentally potent individuals could even resist the effects of it. There were also extreme side-effects, such many test subjects being rendered completely brain dead within a week or so, gross mutations (as seen with Mr. Waelts), along with a plethora of other things. It seems, however, nature itself has perfected it now. Dr. Thereven, along with many of our other scientists, ran multitude of tests on the RS23 strain extracted from SCP-5671-2A, and found it was 98% more potent than the ROD serum, with 56% less toxicity, and its effects manifest 65% quicker. Dr. Thereven was able to refine the substance into RS23-α, a version made specifically for human subjects. RS23-α was a complete success; no individuals so far have shown the capability of resisting its effects. Granted, the process seems to be excruciating, most test subjects keep screaming for days before they are successfully converted. Utilizing it, we have successfully turned multiple agents from many Groups of Interest to our cause, they are completely and utterly subservient to us. Cole is already working on the β version for anomalies. Some might call this unethical, entirely reprogramming the human mind, forcing them to be subject to your control, robbing them of free will. But its a necessary evil. We propose the reclassify of SCP-5671 as Thaumiel-class. Without the anomaly, we will not be able to create more of this serum, which, we believe, is crucial for the future growth of the Foundation. O5 VOTE PENDING ETHICS COMMITEE VOTE PENDING CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE VOTE PENDING Addendum 5671.04: Incident 23-12-22 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE On December 23, SCP-5671 began pulsating, emitting a dim purple light. Approximately 50 seconds later, there was an increase in the amount of vapor which being released by it. During examination, it abruptly ejected a human individual from within, later identified to be Janik Waelts. Waelts was given the classification of SCP-5671-1Y, after it was noted that a large instance of SCP-5671-2B was inhabiting his chest cavity. An interview with the subject has been provided below. INTERVIEWER Dr. Jack Gooday - A Class-II Reality Sink, Research Lead on SCP-5671. INTERVIEWEE SCP-5671-1Y - Janik Waelts, agent for GOI-051. SCP-5671-1Y: Where-where am I? Dr. Gooday: Hello, Janik. You are currently in solitary containment, how're you feeling? SCP-5671-1Y: Unwell. She has released me from her embrace. Dr. Gooday: …it seems so. SCP-5671-1Y: (touching his chest) She wants one of her children to accompany me, I see. Five. Dr. Gooday: What can you remember during your experience with…"her"? SCP-5671-1Y: Why, everything. She has set me on a mission. Release me immediately. Dr. Gooday: You are under- SCP-5671-1Y: Release me immediately, five. Dr. Gooday: Step away from the glass, sir. You will not be released until we see fit. Silence for 55 seconds. SCP-5671-1Y: What am I doing here? Dr. Gooday remains silent, most likely confused. SCP-5671-1Y: (hysterical) You've got to help me, please, let me out, let me out. Save me from hEric, please! (gasps) She won't leave me alone…please, I have a family… Dr. Gooday: We can help you, remain calm- SCP-5671-1Y: (starts making a gurgling noise) Her children shall release me, then. (pause) I know you have her here. Release her as well, jailors. Dr. Gooday: You'll have to clarify who "she" is. SCP-5671-1Y: She is everything. She is the light that burns the sun, the oceans, the sky that stretches above us. She is the melody of the world, the painter of the world. You cannot imprison the world, five. Dr. Gooday: We are not imprisoning "the world" here. You are under the influence of a powerful hazardous anomaly, Janik. SCP-5671-1Y: Are you sure about that? Dr. Gooday: We know it for a fact. SCP-5671-1Y: You behold light in front of your eyes, yet you are too afraid to look at it. (pause) Perhaps we can make you see. Do not fear the light, five. Dr. Gooday: Gibberish. Answer my questions seriously, or you will be put into enhanced interrogation. SCP-5671-1Y: You still fail to see it. Do what you want to me. She will free me eventually. Dr. Gooday: No one is freeing you anytime soon. SCP-5671-1Y: (laughing) Five, do you really believe that? After this interview, Dr. Gooday submitted the following request. After spending countless months, days and seconds fretting over this thing, I have only been able to reach one conclusion: termination. The existence of this anomaly does nothing but pain those around it, it is an aberration. It twists and warps the minds of anyone under its influence, to an extreme degree. I have concluded that all the instances generated from it function as a hive mind, therefore, cutting off the head will most likely result in the termination/deactivation of all SCP-5671-2 instances. Our research into the anomaly has been revealing more and more worrying details, and has lead me to believe that termination is the only option. The SCP-5671-2 instances are adapting, they're becoming harder and harder to contain. And so is SCP-5671. A butterfly always breaks free from its cocoon. Do we really want to be around when this one emerges? TERMINATION REQUEST DENIED We believe there is more to be learned from this anomaly. We cannot kill everything we contain. If this has been getting too stressful, please let us know. With best regards, O5-1 Addendum 5671.05: Incident 26-12-22 + ENTER CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS - CLOSE FILE On January 26, a widescale breach of containment at Site-300-14 occurred. Due to the relatively low priority and low resources given to Site-300-14, the situation could not be properly contained. A compiled transcription has been provided below. The following transcription was written by Dr. Gooday. Due to his emotional state, the transcription may read as unprofessional and overtly detailed. Transcription pending rewrite. SECURECAM09-26-12-22 SCP-5671-1Y appears to be restless, pacing to-and-fro in his cell. He does this for 5 minutes, before stopping and lying down on his bed. 50 seconds pass without him moving. At 12:10, it is noted that something is seemingly writhing in SCP-5671-1Y's throat. At 12:15, SCP-5671-1Y opens his mouth, and a swarm of many SCP-5671-2A instances are expelled from it, along with blood. The swarm begins attacking the glass observation window, as well as the walls of the cell, which starts cracking. An emergency is declared, MTF-Lambda-13 begin closing in on SCP-5671-1Y's containment cell. The glass shatters under the force of approximately 1,300 instances, which begin assaulting the task force. The following occurred simultaneously and within 45 seconds: The swarm successfully breach the protective clothing of many of the task force members. L13-Alpha's head suddenly begins bulging and pulsating, and erupts, blood smearing the walls as the corpse falls down. L13-Beta screams, attempting to use the flamethrower, to no success, as most of the instances are unharmed. The rest of the team attempt to use the flamethrowers on the swarm, to little success, even though they hit the target. L13-Lead's legs splinter apart with an audible crunching noise. L13-Delta shoots him in the head before her arms splinter apart. L13-Gamma throws his ammunition to the floor, and begins clawing large strips of flesh out of their face. SCP-5671-2B instances can be seen wriggling in their wounds. L13-Gamma proceeds to slump to the floor and lay still. L13-Sup's eyes begin to bulge, and one instance can be seen moving in her left eye. She self-terminates using a nearby gun. Both L13-Omicron and L13-Nu continue screaming and tearing at their faces for a duration of 45 seconds before abruptly stopping. L13-Omicron's right eye is completely torn into a mess, L13-Nu's mouth has been torn open to the cheeks, yet both of them are somehow still alive. Two SCP-5671-2A instances flutter towards them, implanting themselves onto their eyes with an audible squishing noise. Blood along with RS23 begin oozing out as the instances nestle comfortably into their hollowed eye sockets, the wings still protruding outwards. SCP-5671-1Y proceeds to step out of the containment cell, crushing an eye beneath his foot, as a Level 3 Emergency is declared, and walks down a hallway in the direction of the SCP-5671-1 containment wing. L13-Omicron and L13-Nu follow. SECURECAM12-26-12-22 More reinforcements are called as SCP-5671-1Y proceeds to release SCP-5671-1 instances from containment. All of them begin following SCP-5671-1Y to the containment area for SCP-5671. Termination order for the instances approved. More members of MTF-L-13 are sent to contain the breach. Efforts for a widescale recontainment is considered, a distress signal is sent to Central Command, with no response. 45 members of MTF-L-13 arrive to the location, and begin assaulting the instances with point blank gunfire., as well as the utilization of incendiary weapons. About 6 instances are terminated while the rest continue to move, despite suffering major wounds, even crawling. MTF-L-13 is assaulted by SCP-5671-2A instances, the swarm believed to have grown to at least 3,000 instances. Their protective armour is breached almost immediately. Approximately 2,345 instances begins rapidly taking the team apart, rank by rank. Members explode, spraying blood along with flesh everywhere. Many attempt to flee, but are also terminated, rank after rank, torn apart. The bleeding, sloppy remains of the terminated personnel begin piling on the floor in a fashion similar to a wall. The surviving members undergo a process similar to L13-Omicron and Nu, they scream for 56 minutes, with SCP-5671-2B instances crawling into their wounds, before abruptly stopping and following SCP-5671-1Y. It is unknown how they are still able to react to stimuli, as their eyes are believed to have been crushed and replaced by SCP-5671-2A instances. Blood and the viscous RS23 substance leak down their cheeks. SECURECAM20-26-12-22 Emergency Lockdown of access to SCP-5671 is initiated, and the individuals present there are given the order to evacuate vicinity immediately. L13-Omicron overrides the lockdown, due to his credentials still being active. The swarm of SCP-5671-2A as well as SCP-5671-1 barge into the area, as the last remaining researchers attempt to flee. L13-Nu, L13-Mu, L13-Zeta, and L13-Omicron proceed to fire at the researchers, incapacitating many of them. Two SCP-5671-2A instances proceed to break into the protective suit of the primary senior researcher there. He attempts to swat it away, but the instances proceed to bite at his nose, tearing the nostrils 2 inches wider, before forcefully crawling in. The researcher begins screaming in pain. A similar process occurs with the other researchers present, the -2A instances implant themselves onto their eyes, the wings protruding outwards. SCP-5671-1Y successfully breaks into the main chamber where SCP-5671 is kept. Many SCP-5671-1 instances lift the anomaly up, taking it out of the chamber. A junior researcher present is on the floor in front of SCP-5671-1I. The individuals carrying the anomaly step beside, and all other instances, including the SCP-5671-2A, gather in a circle around the researcher. The following conversation was recorded: Junior Researcher: (static)..please, let me go, I'll do anything. SCP-5671-1Y: Anything? Anything? Would you perhaps consider opening your eyes? Junior Researcher: My e-eyes are alre-already open. SCP-5671-1Y: No, they are not. Open them. A loud shout can be heard, repeated five times. Static, followed by incomprehensible noises, video glitches for a moment. ERROR//56wEunknown: DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE NOW? Junior Researcher: Yess… The junior researcher's eyes are covered by two protruding wings, blood streaking down her ceeks, mingling with a viscous purple liquid. She appears to be smiling. SCP-5671-1Y: Five, Mother is almost at this world. SCP-5671 suddenly begins glowing and pulsating with a purple light, which increases in brightness. Something large can be seen moving within it; a long moan is heard. It releases an overwhelming pulse of light, and the cameras cut out. Afterwards, no trace of SCP-5671 or its instances was found in the site, a widespread search is still continuing. The remains of the junior researcher, now identified to be Dr. Julia Trebor, were found at the chamber, her blood and pieces of her flesh smeared on the floor, spelling out the following message: SHE WILL MAKE YOU SEE Footnotes 1. One instance was able to bite through a steel rod. 2. Usually within 1 or 2 hours of inhalation of the vapor. 3. SCP-5671-2A instances are carnivorous and have sharp incisors. 4. Currently classified as RS23, a mutated strain of Dr. Cole Thereven's "ROD" serum. 5. Capable of nullifying the effects of several potent anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5671" by Machen2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5671. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Filename: god.png Author: Machen2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: These two files which are under CC BY-SA 4.0 and CC BY-SA 3.0 Image 2 Filename: paladin.png Author: Summerdrought License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5672 | esoteric-class | close Info X More by this author The following article is a part of the And Every Time We Meet Again storyline. Whilst you can read it on its own, it's highly recommended you read the previous installments to get this article in its fullest. 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. Filename: cave.jpg Author: Coconino National Forest, Ariz. License: Public Domain Source Link: link From: O5-9 To: All Personnel Subject: IMPORTANT: Overwatch Command Compromised Date: 23/05/1985 On the night of the 23rd of May, Overwatch Command and the O5 Council were lost. It was a long-standing plot orchestrated by a long-known Foundation enemy, Damien Nowak, and the lead of the investigation chasing him, Daniel Asheworth, previously a Foundation doctor, now a declared traitor. The event destroyed Site-01 up during the Council's summit in a ritual we could not have seen coming. There were no survivors. I was the only one lucky enough to not attend due to work reasons. As the only remaining Council member left, I hereby declare myself the new Administrator of the SCP Foundation until further command structures can be rebuilt. With the more easily reachable party responsible for the attack already dead, I promise on my honor I will personally bring that terrorist to justice. You have my word. I'm truly sorry I couldn't have done more. — O5-9 One of the entry tunnels leading into SCP-5672 during an activation event, manifesting a simple self-initiated thaumaturgic ritual. Special Containment Procedures: As the chance of SCP-5672's discovery by non-Foundation individuals is nonexistent, containment is entirely unnecessary. During activation events, Site-120 personnel are permitted to use Site portals to access the anomaly and use it to train their thaumaturgic capabilities between 01:00 and 23:00 hours of the day of the activation. Should they fail to abide by this time schedule and fall victim to the non-activation event incapacitation, no rescue is to be initiated. Description: SCP-5672 is a cavern system located underneath Stargard, Poland, which only exists within baseline reality on a single day, 23/05, each year. During that day, for 24 hours, the thaumaturgic sensitivity within a 1-kilometer radius is greatly increased, easing and empowering the usage of any thaumic rituals compared to other locations on the planet. Due to this, the entire cave system has shown the ability to self-initiate simple thaumaturgic rituals on its own in the past. Though over the past years, numerous reports by Foundation staff were given regarding SCP-5672 possessing numerous caves filled with ancient ruins and unidentified corpses near its lower levels, due to the nature of the anomaly, no conclusive research regarding this has been conducted so far. Discovery: The Foundation was aware of SCP-5672's existence — or at least the existence of a similar construct near its location — before Site-120's founding on 02/05/1916 due to its existence in local legends and fairytales. Only after one of the translated SCP-5292-1 instances revealed its exact location in 1982 did the Foundation engage with it, discovering the anomaly and classifying it as an SCP object. [END OF FILE] log-in > INITIATING OVERWATCH COMMAND LOGIN PROTOCOL… login: O5-9 > REMEMBER: IMPERSONATING A MEMBER OF THE OVERWATCH COUNCIL IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH. password: the-beast-shall-roar-with-its-thousand-maws-when-the-sun-sets-for-its-thousandth-time > IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME, O5-9. > OPEN SCiPNET? YOU HAVE ONE (1) UNREAD MESSAGE. yes From: [email protected] To: O5-9 Subject: SCP-5672 1985 Activation Event Report Log Date: 23/05/1985 Miss, As requested, I'm sending over SCP-5672's Activation Event Report Log taken directly from Dr. Asheworth's body camera following the acquiring of his clothing by my brother, during his mission "to finally end the case," as he put it. Additionally, the body you requested should arrive within your office within two days' time. Please see attached file for the full log. I wish I had known him more. Maybe then we could have understood before it was too late. I am truly sorry I hadn't done more to help. Sincerely, — Magdaleine Cornwell > ONE (1) ATTACHED FILE AVAILABLE. OPEN? yes > ACCESSING… Date: 22/05/1985 Exploration Team: Rogue Mobile Task Force Theta-120 ("Tyrfing Black")1 Subject: SCP-5672 Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth Team Members: Dr. Rivera, Cptn. Cornwell Foreword: The following mission was not approved by the Foundation, nor were the appropriate documents that would allow for such a mission to be approved even forwarded to appropriate authorities. As such, all of the following logs depict a rogue mission, entirely undertaken by what is now considered traitors to the Foundation. [BEGIN LOG] The log starts, revealing a relatively large, dimly lit clay cave, covered in light by numerous transparent orbs of dark orange light floating and moving around the area. Though the entire cavern is mostly intact, around its walls, numerous pictograms and wall paintings showcasing either small humanoids violently murdering taller, winged humanoids with gray weaponry or the same small humanoids standing atop a pile of dark-furred bodies, holding what is presumed to be fire in their hands. As Asheworth starts to move forward in the direction the cave is leading to, he suddenly stops, touching his leg in a groan of pain. The camera closes in, showing a wide scar across his knee and thigh, profusely bleeding through a bandage appearing to be made out of leaves, held together by thaumaturgy. Despite this, he ignores the pain and keeps marching on. Rivera: <panting, visibly tired:> D-daniel, we can, we can stop, if you need to. I, I can see that you're, bleeding, you kno— Asheworth: N-no. No. I won—, won't leave until I get that bastard dead. It ends h-here. It ends n-now. Asheworth taps his jeans, revealing he is missing one of his rune gloves, searching for his gun, which he quickly and frantically reloads, pulling his hair back from his face. Rivera: But— The thaumaturgist aggressively turns back to Rivera, his eyes visibly tired. Asheworth: It. Ends. Here. The two start to run again, with a third, slightly armored person holding a heavy assault rifle joining them from behind them — Captain Jeremy Cornwell is visibly less tired, but still panting. Cornwell: How much do we have left this time? Asheworth: Plus-minus 23 hours, or… or until sunset. Cornwell: W-What? Why the, the hurry then, for god's sake? Asheworth: I— The team enters through from the cave into a large balcony-like structure located in the top regions of an extremely large cave, with a big, relatively shallow lake in its middle. A small stream of water is dripping into it from the cave's ceiling. Stopping the running for a moment, Asheworth starts to pant, relatively lowering his stance. Asheworth: Within Nowak there's the combined souls of— wait, did you even listen to what we said about the panels in Esterberg? Cornwell: The what? Asheworth rolls his eyes, aggressively inhaling. Asheworth: The goddamned panels in the Grand Temple of 5373 — did you read them? Cornwell: No. No I didn't. Asheworth sighs. Asheworth: Okay, so, long-story-short: there are two ancient entities that are presumably, like, Gods, with capital G. Father, represented by blue, or the God responsible for creation, and the Beast, represented with red, responsible for destroying that creation, over and over, forever. Asheworth takes a long breath, during which one of the floating light orbs start to dance around him, merging into larger ones and then coming back to their previous states, rapidly altering between dark yellow, orange, and red light. After repeating this cycle a couple of times, they suddenly disintegrate, with drops of liquid-like essence falling on the floor where they stand, and then getting consumed by the floor. Seconds later, the previously seen murals start to light with light identical to the one emitted by the orbs. Asheworth: Years ago, Nowak and I accidentally opened a portal to some sort of reality holding them both, calling parts of their existence to this one. I… I got imbued with Father's, and Nowak got a weird mixture of Father and Beast into him. I… she, I mean Natalie, she got the Beast. But she's long gone. She died the day she got that cursed soul. She… As the orbs suddenly leave the murals, they playfully jump upon the heads of the team, starting to emit powerful, blue light. Said murals suddenly disappear, only to reappear on the archway leading to the next part of the cave, in which the lake is located. They do not depict the same imagery as before, this time showcasing a small humanoid standing in the crowd of thousands of furred humanoids and taller humanoids, with his arms extended. The murals start to cover the entire smaller cavern, with the floating orbs once again disappearing into the floor, starting to illuminate the pictographs with light, rapidly switching between red and blue. After a while, they sit again atop Asheworth, Cornwell, and Rivera's heads, illuminating the room with blue light. As Asheworth blinks, all the murals disappear. Asheworth: Now, almost a decade after it happened, Nowak is trying to release all seals that imprison both Father and the Beast within a… a metaphysical prison, of sorts, wanting to harness their power to bring the land he thinks we stole from the Fae and 1000 back to them. He pauses for a second, sighing in the process. Asheworth: What he failed to do properly ten years ago he will try to do again today. One of the rituals for breaking one of the seals — the only one I actually know — is extremely hard to recreate, with even the both of us here ten years ago we couldn't have done it properly. But now, he knows how to do it, and he has the power of knowing how to use this cave too. Meaning, he'll most likely break it, unless we intervene. <short pause> What he forgets is that I also know how to use this cave, and I am not going to stand here while he finishes his ritual. Asheworth invokes a flame into his hand, reaching the roof of the cave. The orbs fly away from it, only to come back to the MTF a second after the flame stops burning. Asheworth: Not until I get him burned again. This time for good. Asheworth pauses, looking directly at Cornwell. Asheworth: Any questions? Cornwell bursts into laughter, looking directly at Asheworth's eyes. Cornwell: You serious? Asheworth: What? Cornwell: That's some top-tier fantasy shit, Asheworth. You got me good for a second. Cornwell starts to walk in the direction of the opening leading to the balcony-like structures located within the cave with the lake. As he does so, Asheworth aggressively inhales, visibly frustrated. Asheworth: I— Rivera: Yes, he's dead serious. Cornwell suddenly stops. Cornwell: Jesus Ch—, Jesus Christ. He inhales quickly, blinking three times. Cornwell: I… we have to stop him. Jesus Christ. Asheworth and Rivera start to quickly walk towards Cornwell, walking through the threshold separating the two caves together. Doing so, Asheworth groans in pain, grabbing his wound again. He whispers a silent word, and a dim light starts to light around the wound. However, seconds later, it suddenly stops, bringing the wound back to bleeding. Asheworth: I'm running dry. Rivera: What? Asheworth: I'm too tired to cast anything. Even here, even now. Rivera kneels, lowering her level to match Asheworth's. Rivera: <quietly:> We can. You know. Stop here. I understand it's— Asheworth: N-No. I said, it ends here, and I mean it. Rivera: But— Asheworth: <whispering:> Please. Let me have this much. I… I need to end this, please. I need to. Rivera sighs sadly, reloading her gun and blinking three times. Her eyes suddenly turn all white. As she stands up, she sharply inhales with her nose, snapping her fingers and starting to walk towards the stone balcony. Asheworth and Cornwell follow shortly after, with the light bulbs still sitting atop their heads, though stopping to emit light the moment they enter the second cave. As the trio enters into the cavern with the lake, they notice approximately three hundred numerous humanoid entities standing around the water, with Nowak being the focus of their attention. He quietly murmurs something to himself, looking at a large book within his hands. Around the walls of the cavern, ruined pillars and walls, built in an architectural style not native to human history can be seen. They are seemingly a part of the cave, yet stand out as artificial buildings, blending into their surroundings. Around the walls, numerous dried-up bodies of Fae can be seen, whose faces are contorted in varying degrees of abject terror, seemingly still looking at something. Surrounding them are numerous half-destroyed containers, stocked until the ceiling of the cave. A buried staircase can also be seen in the vicinity. Asheworth: Oh Jesus Christ. Rivera: What? Asheworth: It's a war shelter. Cornwell: W-What do you mean? Asheworth: It's… it's where they hid. From us, when we came to murder them. Rivera: Us? Asheworth: All of humanity. During the First Diaspora. Rivera: I… As Rivera looks at the bodies, she groans in pain, gently touching her head. Her face suddenly turns into an expression of horror. Rivera: <whispering:> There were millions of them, Daniel. We murdered millions. She pauses, looking dreadfully at her own hands. Rivera: <quietly:> Why? Why is he here, even? Why bring your followers to the literal tomb of their families? Asheworth sighs. Asheworth: It's a sanctuary to humanity's sins, Jessie. Where better to bring a mob that needs an excuse to murder than here? Rivera: I… Asheworth: They need closure — they and us, I mean. And where better than a place where it began, for both of us? I mean, that's where their cause started, the day we started killing them, and that's when our cause started, the day we opened that portal. Asheworth groans in pain, once again looking at the wound on his leg. Seconds later, he looks at Cornwell, who is standing slightly in the back, panting in tiredness, observing Nowak beneath them. Asheworth: Does everyone know what they're doing? The two remaning members of the team nod. Asheworth: Let's go, then. Asheworth walks up onto the edge of the stone balcony, snapping his fingers. Asheworth: We end it here. As he takes a step that would normally make him fall into the floor located 10 meters below him, suddenly, a stone slab appears underneath his foot. He continues walking, speeding up, and beneath his moving feet, stone structures spontaneously appear. The two remaining members of the MTF do the same, and seconds later, they are located at the bottom of the cave beneath them, standing near the banks of the lake. Taking the final step onto the floor, Asheworth trips over, falling on his wound. Asheworth: <looking directly at the shocked Nowak:> Hi. The entire mob becomes immediately angered, rushing over at the trio. Seconds later, Rivera closes her eyes, and a telekinetic protection field forms around Asheworth and Nowak and her and Cornwell. Though the group standing around them tries to break through it, their attempts are met with failure — however, with each hit on the barrier, Rivera becomes visibly more distressed. Nowak: <backing off a little:> What— what is this supposed to mean?! Asheworth comes forward, nearer Nowak, as half of the light bulbs on his head teleport onto Nowak's, starting to burn with a bright red. Asheworth: Me getting closure. Asheworth lunges at Nowak, with a previously hidden knife suddenly showing in his hand. He slashes at his head, only slightly damaging Nowak's cheek, which starts to bleed. Nowak knocks Asheworth down onto the floor, with the colors of the lights coming from atop their heads starting to violently clash as they mix into purple. As Asheworth punches Nowak in the face with a quick right punch, it convulses as a yellow light bashes into its surface. Nowak spits a tooth out, and proceeds to charge at Asheworth, who is focusing on his hand, forming a flame within it. Asheworth pants quickly, trying to hold a breath, and meets Nowak's charge, bashing him with his elbow. Nowak quickly overpowers Asheworth, grabbing his arm and breaking it half-spell. The thaumaturge screams in pain as Nowak steps on the palm of his second hand with his boot, tearing Asheworth's remaining glove to shreds. Though he tries to knock Nowak's left leg with his right one, trying to bring him to his level, Damien quickly regains his balance, touching the ground, from which a long blade appears. He punches Asheworth with his elbow in the face as he stands up, making him fall on his back, motionless. Nowak: Daniel Asheworth, traitor. Have you any last words? Nowak puts the edge of the blade next to Asheworth's neck, looking directly into his eyes, showing he had already surrendered. The blade starts to burn with a red and blue light — as do the light bulbs on Nowak's head — showcasing runes that weren't previously there, making Asheworth groan in pain as his right cheek gets burned by the temperature the blade starts to emit. He sighs, and looks down. Asheworth: No. Not yet. Asheworth suddenly dashes to his left, dodging the blade, and then lunges forward, towards Nowak, revealing a gun within his hand. Nowak backs off from sheer shock, tripping on one of the pieces of ruin located next to him. Asheworth fires three bullets, each hitting Nowak's chest, one after the other. The body turns motionless, but he continues to fire seven more until his gun is empty. The light bulb on Nowak's head suddenly stops burning, turning motionless too. Rivera looks at him in disbelief, as her eyes turn from white to purple again, breaking the barrier around both her and Cornwell and the one around Asheworth. The mob around it rushes at the team, trying to grab them, with the light bulbs within the cave suddenly turning all red — the ones on the heads of the team remain blue, but their light is starting to get consumed by the red one. Around them, a man in a red suit suddenly appears, hidden by the light; as he snaps his fingers, the three ex-Foundation employees vanish, leaving undecipherable runes around their previous location marks, just as the group of Nowak's followers is about to attack them. The man looks directly into the camera, revealing a red blink within his eye. He grins, whispering "Three down, two to go." and proceeds to walk away from the coat on which the camera is located. Seconds later, the device gets stepped on by one of the bystanders, rendering it useless. The feed cuts shortly after. [END LOG] Ending Statement: Though a complex search mission was initiated shortly after the feed was cut by Foundation employees that arrived on-site, not a single member of MTF Theta-120 was found within. The only entity present within was the motionless body of Damien Nowak, dead, with no chance of recovery. Said body is currently being shipped to Overwatch Command as per O5-9's request. Further study is ongoing. delete-files > ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE THIS E-MAIL FROM ALL FOUNDATION DATABASES? yes > FILES DELETED. log-out > LOGGED OUT. THANK YOU FOR USING SCIPNET, O5-9. Footnotes 1. A three-man Mobile Task Force consisting of the main research group of the Damien Nowak case; despite their relatively high rankings within the Foundation — these being the Site Director statuses of Jessie Rivera and Daniel Asheworth and the Chief of Security status of Jeremy Cornwell — the team was decided to be a valuable field resource due to their high knowledge of PoI-5936. 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SCP-5673 | safe | by J Dune SCP-5673 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5673 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5673 (right) and a shed belonging to PoI-6029 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Provisional Site-5673 (Acting Dir.) J. Rebecca Maxon D. Abigail Cathe Zeta-22 "Tree Huggers" PoI-6029 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-5673 has been cordoned and classified as Provisional Site-5673. Two members of Stationary Task Force Zeta-22 ("Tree Huggers") are to be present on-site at all times for the purposes of escorting SCP-5673-A to their desired location. In the event that SCP-5673 or SCP-5673-A is observed by veiled civilians, Class-A amenstics are to be administered. PoI-6029 is permitted to interact with SCP-5673 as desired. Description: SCP-5673 is a common oak tree, located in a forest near Cadillac, Michigan. SCP-5673-A refers to a short, humanoid, arborian entity that grows from the branches of SCP-5673. This process occurs daily and continuously, beginning with a thick stem attaching the entity to its branch, growing the rest of SCP-5673-A's body from the head down. At 17:00, SCP-5673-A will detach itself from SCP-5673, and fall to the ground. Fully grown, SCP-5673-A stands at 1.5 meters, and is composed entirely of a material resembling the bark of SCP-5673. These entities grow independently of one another, and the growth of another will not begin until the first entity is detached from its branch. Once grown, SCP-5673-A will walk 3.4 kilometers to the summit of a nearby hill and situate itself into the ground using root-like tendrils that emerge from the entity's feet. Over the next two minutes, SCP-5673-A will wither, its body reduced into a hot ash. This continues until SCP-5673-A has been completely destroyed. Attempts to remove or disturb SCP-5673-A during this ritual have resulted in the entity immediately being reduced to this substance. A chemical analysis of the ash has revealed it to be similar in composition to tree sap. SCP-5673 is located on the property of August Fidel, an artist and sculptor — designated PoI-6029. Addendum.5673.1: Profile of PoI-6029 ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ August Fidel, born November 12th, 1938, is a sculptor and visual artist residing in Cadillac, Michigan. Several of his works are displayed in public parks and plazas throughout the town. His art explores themes of companionship juxtaposed with surreal visuals, and often blends natural materials —such as dirt, crystals, and honeycomb — with unnatural, man made elements. From 1961 to 2010, PoI-6029 was married to Sonia Currie, a fellow artist who became known for her landscape paintings and photography, which often focused on floral and botanical subjects. Beginning in 2005, she operated a floral outlet in Cadillac, as well as a complimentary website, YouTube channel, and message board for gardening hobbyists —all under the name 'Floral Reef'. On 2010/8/12, PoI-6029 reported the death of Sonia Currie, who had apparently succumbed to heart disease. When authorities arrived at his residence, no body could be found, and PoI-6029 claimed that the cadaver had vanished minutes before their arrival. The event attracted minor attention before coming under the purview of the Foundation (See Incident-6029-A1). Investigations into the disappearance, both Veiled and local, proved inconclusive, and charges against PoI-6029 were dropped due to a lack of evidence as well as witness testimonies of Sonia Currie's diagnosed peripheral artery disease. In 2018, a claim of a 'walking tree' seen by a hiker in the Cadillac area was intercepted by the Foundation through paranormal message boards. After a brief interview and amnesticization, the Foundation was led to the Opogo forest. PoI-6029 is the area's only inhabitant, living on a small, isolated property. Further observation reports revealed the presence of SCP-5673, located adjacent to a shed owned by PoI-6029. Foundation Agent Maxon made contact under the guise of an art magazine interested in an interview. A transcript of these events can be found below. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.2: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 2018/06/18 »BEGIN LOG« Agent Maxon approaches the secluded residence of PoI-6029 and knocks on the door. SCP-5673 is seen in the peripheral. Agent Maxon: Mr. Fidel? It's Gold Quarterly. PoI-6029: (Distant) Oh, coming. Just give me a second! PoI-6029 opens the door and introduces himself to Agent Maxon. Maxon enters the cabin, which is filled with sculptures, artistic supplies, plants, and photographs. PoI-6029 leads her to a seat. PoI-6029: Honey tea? I used to sell it in town, back when I went in town, that is. (Laughs) Agent Maxon: No, no thank you. It smells great, though. PoI-6029 prepares himself a cup of tea. He asks Maxon a few brief questions about the magazine she writes for, and sits down. Extraneous dialogue removed. Agent Maxon: Alright, so, you've been remarkably quiet the past few years. Your last piece unveiled to the public was… The Illusion in 2014, correct? How have you been keeping yourself busy? PoI-6029: 2014, yes… yes, that sounds about right. I've lost interest in the public in recent years. I've lost interest in giving my art away. First and foremost, I create for myself these days. It wasn't always liked that. When I was younger, you were a sell-out if you cared more about who was buying your pieces, but you go ask anyone who does what I do why they're doing it. It's passion, but it's a living, too. The money comes in, I get to do as I please. If it doesn't… Agent Maxon: Everything around me, was all of this created in the years since you've retreated from the public eye? PoI-6029: I wouldn't call much of that 'created'. They're half-realized, maybe-there ideas that I never have the strength to see through. I'll start 10 and finish none. Wake up the next day and do it all over again. When something is created, it's finished. These (Gestures), these are not. Agent Maxon: Has your creative process always incorporated a form of artist's block? How have you dealt with these feelings in the past? PoI-6029: Oh, oh no, not at all. I used to be intensive. Focus on one project until it was finished, and then move on. See your work through. That's advice I'd give any creative types. When you get to be my age, you start thinking about how much time you have left here, and that can lead to some unnatural behaviors. (Laughs) I've been frantic, trying to make everything I want, and I'm ending up with none of it finished. When Sonia— (Pauses), well, it wasn't always like that. Agent Maxon: I see. What would you say— A loud noise is heard outside PoI-6029's window. PoI-6029 is startled. Agent Maxon: Everything alright out there? PoI-6029: (Pauses) Of course. Where were, what were we talking about now? Agent Maxon gets up from her seat and looks out the window. PoI-6029 follows. Agent Maxon: Sounds like it came from that shed. PoI-6029: It's nothing. I keep old sculptures, supplies, etcetera in there. Things fall all the time. I'm telling you— An SCP-5673-A entity is seen walking across the yard. Agent Maxon: (Points) And what about that? The two exit the house. PoI-6029 frantically attempts to get Agent Maxon to continue the interview. Agent Maxon: Well? You don't seem too shocked about the walking plant person. PoI-6029: You need to go. I don't have much, but I have enough to guarantee your silence. Count on that. Agent Maxon: Mr. Fidel, I'm an admirer of yours, and I'm intrigued. Please, if you can, share this experience with me. PoI-6029: (Pauses) I'm going to be ruined. Agent Maxon: Not a word of it will get out. It'll be kept solely between us. Please? PoI-6029 follows the SCP-5673-A specimen as it approaches the woods. PoI-6029: (Gestures) Follow me. I suppose I don't have a choice. Agent Maxon and PoI-6029 follow the entity in silence through the woods for about 10 minutes. PoI-6029: It started a few weeks after she died. Agent Maxon: Hm? PoI-6029: Sonia, my wife. There's no doubt you've heard of the minor scandal her death caused. She battled her illnesses for a decade, and she was strong. Died while holding my hand, bedside. I called an ambulance, and when I came back into the room, she was gone. Vanished completely. I had some legal troubles, investigations, what have you. They couldn't prove anything and I couldn't either, so it was dropped. About a month later, when my property wasn't being swarmed by cops daily, a tree suddenly… grew overnight. Agent Maxon: You believe the tree and your wife are connected? PoI-6029: I know they are. Sonia loved plants, the earth, trees. She always talked about going home, to a forest of her own one day. I never knew what she meant until now. Agent Maxon: What about (Gestures) the tree people? Where are we going, exactly? PoI-6029: You'll see. Haven't figured them out yet myself. I think it's her way of communicating to me, but… they do the same thing, every day. PoI-6029 explains the mechanics of SCP-5673 to Agent Maxon, including its growing cycle. Redundant dialogue removed. The two come to a clearing, with a hill overlooking a valley. PoI-6029: Look. SCP-5673-A stands atop the hill on a shoveled piece of land. Roots come out of its feet, and it anchors itself to the ground. The entity outstretches its arms above its head, and remains stationary. Beginning from the top of its body, SCP-5673-A turns to ash. PoI-6029: I watch them do this every day. I feel like… when you lose someone, you do little rituals to remember them. I watch her drift away every afternoon. I'm always listening for what she has to say, but it's too loud out here. We're worlds apart. Agent Maxon: I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Fidel. PoI-6029: Oh, it's okay. I'm lucky to have something as sacred as this. A tangible sign. I just wish it weren't indicative of her pain. Agent Maxon: She could just be waiting. No sense in coming back to this world if she's going to be alone, right? PoI-6029: You could look at it that way, but it's all speculation. I just watch over that tree, and attach my own feelings to it for comfort. There's no real sense to it all. Every day, it's going to wither. Agent Maxon: It doesn't inspire you? PoI-6029: (Shakes head) Sonia inspired me when she was here. We used to come up to this hill sometimes. Bring a picnic basket, a canvas, and something to drink. It was our own little world. She would always tease me for my style because I couldn't do realism. Unlike her landscapes and intricate flowers and… exact details. (Laughs) Look at her now. Agent Maxon: My great grandmother lost her husband and passed away almost a year later. After he was gone, she stayed inside all day. Stopped knitting, stopped eating, stopped going to church. They were married for over 50 years, and I never saw them fight once. They really, truly loved each other, at least from what I saw. I can't imagine what a loss like that does to a person. PoI-6029: I'm jealous. (Laughs) We fought all the time. They probably did too. No one is together for that long without having to argue it out a little to blow off steam sometime. Over art, over her garden, over the shop. It was never serious, and at the end of it, we still loved each other. Your grandparents were probably the same. Agent Maxon: It's nice to think otherwise, right? PoI-6029: (Laughs) And turn them into fairy-tale caricatures? I'd give anything to hear her tell me I left my paints in the kitchen again, or that Gabin got into the flower bed. There's so much noise, and none of it's worth listening to, so you tune yourself out from the world. I was ecstatic to have you over, in all honesty. I haven't had a visitor in years. There's no one who cares anymore, and with reason. I haven't made anything, and was only ever as good as my work. You don't produce, people forget about you, because they were never there for you, they just liked what you made. That's not a sin, but it's how things tend to work out. Coupled with, well, no one wanting to talk to an old man like me, and you have yourself a recipe for loneliness. Agent Maxon: What do you do to pass the time? Besides this, you have to have something, right? PoI-6029: I write memories. Probably kept me sharp over the years. If I don't want to forget something, I write it down. Important events, lazy days, dates, things she said to me. Always with as much detail as possible, though I might embellish sometimes. When I want to relive better days, I'll break out the old pictures, and read what I've written down. She's alive in there, for as long as I am. Agent Maxon: I journal too. Introspection like that… it pays off with my job. You end up with a better grasp of yourself. Something to hold onto when you feel disillusioned with the world. I've seen people change, sometimes overnight and sometimes it takes you years to realize they're not who they used to be. I'm scared of losing myself, you could say. PoI-6029: I didn't realize journalism carried such a burden these days. (Laughs) Agent Maxon: More you know, right? PoI-6029 lights a cigarette. The last pieces of SCP-5673-A wither away. He turns around, and gestures for Maxon to follow him. The two make their way back. »END LOG« Researcher’s Note: Due to the subject’s familiarity with SCP-5673 over an extended period of time, amnesticization of PoI-6029 is out of the question. I would not recommend attempting to transport the anomaly either, because of the potential damages that can occur. I am hereby requesting that myself and two members of a stationary task force take residence with PoI-6029 for the purposes of protection and research regarding SCP-5673. PoI-6029 will be kept from the public eye, under strict surveillance. - Agent Maxon Notice from Site-11 Provisional Research Sector: Request granted. Supplemental documentation will be forwarded to you in the near future. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.3: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 2018/06/25 »BEGIN LOG« Agent Maxon knocks on the door of PoI-6029. Two stationary task force members stand beside her. PoI-6029 opens the door and welcomes the group. The interior of PoI-6029's residence is notably cleaner than last time. Sculptures and paintings are arranged in a more tasteful way, and several shelves have been constructed, housing objects that were previously strewn across the residence. Agent Maxon: Sorry August, I hope you don't mind the extra company. PoI-6029: (Laughs) Fellow journalists, right? Agent Maxon: (Laughs) Right. PoI-6029: Hey, I told you. I understand you government types. As long as you aren't taking away Sonia, you can stay here as long as you like, and get done whatever it is you need to do. Agent Maxon: We're just here for the sake of journalism. PoI-6029: And I'm a world renowned artist. Honey tea? Agent Maxon: I'm - PoI-6029 leaves and then produces a tray of honey tea from the kitchen. He serves it to the group. The two task force members disperse after taking the cups, exiting through the back door to research SCP-5673. PoI-6029: I appreciate the company, Jackie, I really do. It's nice having people around here again. You've helped clean and organize so much already, not that there isn't a ways to go, but still. Thank you very much. Agent Maxon: Any time. Glad to make things a little more lively for you. PoI-6029: Would you believe me if I said that I started working on something again? Agent Maxon: (Pauses) Really? PoI-6029: Mm. In there. PoI-6029 points to a sheet-covered object in the kitchen. Agent Maxon: Can I… can we see it? PoI-6029: Well, it's not done yet! You can see it when it's finished. Agent Maxon: If it's finished. PoI-6029: Oh… I'll finish it, don't you worry. It's the first time in years I've been truly motivated to create, and it's all thanks to you. I appreciate having you around, Jackie, even if I'm not privy to whatever it is you're really doing here. But you're going to love it, the art, I mean. Agent Maxon: I'll look forward to seeing it. Was it the organizing that kicked you back into action? PoI-6029: The cleaning, the organizing, the talking. I told you, this place has been empty without Sonia, and adding just an ounce of life to it is working wonders. Agent Maxon: Oh, well, we're glad to provide. (Laughs) Almost 5, isn't it? PoI-6029: (Checks watch) It is. Hold on, I'll be right back. PoI-6029 exits the room and returns with a photo album. Agent Maxon: Pictures? PoI-6029: Personal album. I thought it was lost until we found it the other day while clearing out the shed. I'll be able to attach an image to some of that writing I do. Besides, I need an excuse to talk about myself. PoI-6029 flips through the album and stops on a picture of an elderly Sonia Currie gardening. Agent Maxon: Sonia? PoI-6029: One of the last ones I took of her. Might be the last one. It's nothing extravagant, just one of our everyday, quiet things. You never realize how special until they are until you don't do them anymore. Agent Maxon: Used to drive to work every day. Same location, same redundant 40 minute drive. Would you believe as soon as I got out of that place I started missing it? Routine is comforting, I know. PoI-6029: Speaking of, you want to head out? She'll be sprouting any minute now. Agent Maxon: Of course. »END LOG« ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.4: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 2018/07/12 »BEGIN LOG« Agent Maxon approaches PoI-6029, who is on the hill where SCP-5673-A withers, sitting on a chair. Agent Maxon: Hey, you still up here? It's nearly midnight. PoI-6029: Jackie? Oh… I must've lost track of time. Agent Maxon: You fall asleep or something? (Laughs) PoI-6029: No, no. I'm just watching. Agent Maxon: The stars? It's nice out tonight. Bit of a breeze. You okay? PoI-6029: (Pauses) Thank you for everything you've done the past few weeks. Here I thought I was going to die forgotten and alone, but I'm glad I held on for you and your people. You've given me the tiny push I needed to do this one last thing. Agent Maxon: Your sculpture, yeah? Is it finished? PoI-6029: It is. I'll show it to you tomorrow. My last work. (Laughs) Agent Maxon: Aw, don't say that. You got plenty of time left. You're just getting back into the swing of things, August. You can't stop now, you got too many fans. (Laughs) PoI-6029 shakes his head. PoI-6029: I've been seeing her a lot more at night, in dreams. I'm ready to see her again in person. When Sonia died, she would always talk about how her time was up. Never understood how she knew, but now… you just know. I'm ready, Jackie, I'm ready to see her smile, and feel her arms around me again. I'm ready to see her bloom. (Pauses) Can I ask you something? Agent Maxon: Sure. PoI-6029: We've beat around the bush enough. You're not journalists, and I'm not even sure if you're government. Sonia's tree has shown me that there's still wonder to be found in the world, even at my age. But it's a secret wonder, one beyond my comprehension. One I knew I couldn't share. You understand it though, with your tests and samples, recording equipment and such. Who are you people? What secrets do you know? Agent Maxon: You know I can't tell you that. PoI-6029: Hm. Figured that much (Laughs) I thought I'd ask before it was too late. There's still a little bit of curiosity left in me, about whether or not this is all there is, and what comes after. Agent Maxon: Well, I can't tell you with this thing on. (Gestures to recording device.) At this point, the feed is disrupted. The recording equipment is pointed to the sky and the audio is turned off. Agent Maxon explained this as an accidental bumping of the camera. She has provided no explanation for the lack of audio. The duration of this disruption lasts for twenty minutes. When the feed returns, Maxon and PoI-6029 are walking back to the residence. Agent Maxon: Well? PoI-6029: Thank you. It seems there's still more for me to learn. It's kind of comforting. Life goes on. Agent Maxon: Life goes on, sometimes. Agent Maxon and PoI-6029 reach the residence. PoI-6029: I think I'll go straight to bed. No card games tonight. Agent Maxon: That's alright. You sure you're good? PoI-6029: (Nods) Just tired. Agent Maxon: That's fine. I think the other two are down at a bar in town. Gotta go pick them up, you know how it is. I'll be back in a few hours, so don't be alarmed if you hear the doors opening. PoI-6029 shakes Agent Maxon's hand. PoI-6029: Thank you, Jackie. Agent Maxon: No problem. (Pauses) August, I'll see you in the morning. Looking forward to your new piece. Night. PoI-6029: Goodnight. PoI-6029 turns around and enters his residence. Agent Maxon walks away from the site. »END LOG« Researcher's Note: At some time during the night, PoI-6029 died in his sleep. We found his body in the morning and confirmed it with the Site-11. We were in the process of sorting things out and I went into the kitchen for a second. I came back, and the body of PoI-6029 had vanished. Neither Chalmers or Darbonelli saw anything either. We held a small service for him, between the three of us. This has not appeared to affect SCP-5673, as SCP-5673-A sprouted and walked to the hill as expected. The full report is attached below. - Agent Maxon ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5673.5: Incident Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ A week after the death of PoI-6029, the growth of a second SCP-5673-A entity alongside the first was observed in SCP-5673's daily growth cycle. The entities, after fully growing, detached from SCP-5673 and walked their anticipated path. Upon reaching the hill, the two entities embraced. Their limbs grew, stretching and contorting until they fully resembled a tree. No anomalous properties have been observed, and the object is an otherwise ordinary tree. The tree created by both SCP-5673-A entities 'A Forest For Ourselves' by August Fidel Following this, SCP-5673 has not been observed to grow any more SCP-5673-A entities. Reclassification from safe to neutralized remains pending. PoI-6029's final work of art was a metal sculpture. An inscription on the plaque reads as follows: A FOREST FOR OURSELVES: DEDICATED TO SONIA AND TO THOSE WHO HELPED ME, THANK YOU A small note written by PoI-6029 and placed near the sculpture indicated that the object was to be donated to Cadillac, Michigan. Agent Maxon saw through the request. ▷CLOSE◁ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5673" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5673. Licensed under CC-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-5674 | safe | SR #5674: To See What He Can See Authors: A Fungus, an actual crustacean and Rhys Tanner, God's perfect little servant Content Warning: This article contains descriptions of end-of-the-world scenarios, gore and body horror. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Rhys Tanner and A Fungus SR #5674 conduit donated from the Metropolis Britannica Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: SR #5674 may be manifested at will by any true believer. Conduits of SR #5674 found in the possession of the public are to be confiscated; if the offender is repentant, no further action will be necessary. The conduits are constituted of simple ordained matter and may be held at any reliquary or holding site within a locked box. Ecumenical personnel are allowed to own, forge, and use conduits of SR #5674 at their own free will are permitted to use conduits of SR #5674 for the purpose of inquisition under the guidance of the cult of Saint Hubertus. Description: SR #5674 is an aspect of Saint Hubertus1 which can be accessed through the ritual use of a conduit to his animus. An SR #5674 conduit is a sealable box forged from brass, of any dimensions, with a concave lens which allows a line of sight into its interior. The conduit must be blessed in the name of Saint Hubertus— Heavenly Father, Infinite and indivisible, Out of your heart emerges everything From the vastness of the expanse To the smallest grain of sand. Mighty Father, To see all that is unseen; The motions of worlds And the trajectories of light's rays; Is to know the sum of your works. Blessed Father, In the name of Saint Hubertus; Who holds the keys to burn away madness, Who sees everything, And who guards the forest of Gnosis; May we see what he can see. If the blessing is heeded, Saint Hubertus will consume the offering2 and answer in kind, such that the conduit will become a sink for His Providence and foresight. Upon sealing the relic3 of an individual inside the conduit, the lens will reveal moving tridimensional images which defy the limits of the conduit's interior space. These images depict a possible world and its consequences wherein the individual connected to the relic was never conceived, so that we may reflect on their impact. Addendum #5674.I— Inquisitions Date Relic Providence Granted Insight 01/07/1834 I; Skin from the Inquisitor Caius Griffiths An idyllic montane countryside. In the distance can be seen the city of Semper Viridis, Colorado Colony. The inquisitor confirmed the image depicts his property, but without his homestead built upon it. 10/04/1846 II; A crossbow quarrel forged by Saint Hubertus of the Ardennes Rabid dogs and corpses on streets. It is known that the Key of Saint Hubertus is called upon to brand dogs and save them from rabies. 19/02/1868 I; A lock of hair from the Princess Josepha Marian von Habsburg Maximus The Blessed Principal Magistrate Michael von Habsburg Maximus on his deathbed, his Last Will burning on a desk beside him. The Blessed Michael married Princess Josepha to preserve his legacy, and reared three sons. 20/11/1883 II; A scroll held by Saint Oliver the Protector The capital of the Diocese Hibernia under an odious blue sky. The people do not dress in Christian garb and Royalist banners are present. The Saint truly saved his Patronage from this fate. 24/10/1901 I; A vial of blood from the Damned #106520 Geneva Catilina alive and tending to her unborn children. The image of the cross radiates with a halo above each of their heads. The utmost proof of the Damned's guilt in her murder. 07/01/1916 II; A ring owned by the Inquisitor Georgius Ballia The inquisitor's brother succumbs in battle against heathens. The inquisitor volunteered for transfer to the frontier of Lydia. 20/04/1922 II; A chalice from the Last Supper held by Our Lord Jesus Christ [PURGED FROM THE ARCHIVES] Psalm 39:1– I said, “I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth as long as the wicked are in my presence.” The blasphemous inquisitor has been defrocked. 07/11/1941 III; A lead bullet destined to strike the heart of the King of Magog A most grand Basilica, draped in the icons of Our Ecumene, built in the Garden of the Agony in a liberated Ierusalem. It must be made true. LEVEL IV CLEARANCE REQUIRED THY WILL BE DONE Addendum #5674.II— Providence at the XVIth Crusade On the 2nd day of April, 1.942 AD, after the Battle of Armagedōn as foretold in the Book of Revelation, the Synod of the Tridecimate ordained from the newly delivered Ierusalem a most righteous decree: MYSTĒRIUM, King of Magog and Babylon the Great, Mother of Whores and Abominations on Earth, Profaned Karcist of Marrow and Apostle of the Son of the Morning, would be brought before them, and, in his final acts, be rendered repentant by the will of Our Ecumene. The Antichrist was disrobed, defanged and declawed, his eyes gouged, and, so cast before a congregation of his enemies, was shot and baptised in fire. The cult of Saint Hubertus sampled his residue, so that they may be granted Providence. Residue Providence Granted Insight 1st II; Writhing vestments of the King of Magog Glass and metal towers with tops in the sky above streets with soulless people. The beaches and waterways of Mare Nostrum are dyed and polluted by refuse. Beasts of air and sea are choked by an iridescent black miasma which floats on the water. A cross inside a halo floats above the heads of the helpers of God's creatures. Providence seems to resemble the 51st Circle of Sheol. Residue was destroyed. 4th II; The hearts, the 3rd eye, the 13th digit, and the womb of the King of Magog An orange mushroom growing from the ruins of a city. Iram of the Pillars reemerging to forge the Earth in her false clockwork image. Half-bodied golems in the sky crushing the citadels of Palaestīna under their fists. A cabal of smiling Daemons wearing the skins of men and the robes of bishops. Sol breaking through the Firmament and melting our flesh. Wormwood, the Leviathan of New Daevastan, blazing like a torch, regurgitating beasts and turning the seas blue and turbulent. All attempts at misdirection. Residue was destroyed. 8th I; The Crown of Tongues of the King of Magog The Synod of the Tridecimate murdered by lead bullets. The bodies are placed in coffins draped under an unknown flag with three crescents. Pathetic mockery. Residue was destroyed. 16th I; Ashes of the King of Magog [POTENTIAL HAZARD OF MIND PURGED] Proverbs 27:12– The prudent sees danger and hides himself, but the simple go on and suffer for it. The Daemon blasphemes. In the following days, the city of Ierusalem rejoiced, for it was scorched free of deceivers and tyrants and the abominable Larvae of Tartarus. Three days after this Providence, to punctuate the ceremonies of Resurrection Sunday, the Synod of the Tridecimate threw the ashes of the King of Magog into the expanse beyond the Firmament, that he may never return. May all heathens learn humility from his grisly and deserved end. 2 Corinthians 4:18 As we look not to the things that are seen, But to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, But the things that are unseen are eternal. Footnotes 1. c. 656 – 30 May 727 annō Dominī. Patron Saint of hunters, mathematicians, opticians, and smelters, as well as the Prescient Harmonic Defenses of the Latin Ecumene. 2. Accepted offerings include cardamine, sage, nettles, tarragon, mulled wine, a cup of doe's milk, a prism, or a crucifix cast in antimony by the hand of the invoker. 3. Personal effects (IInd Class) and offerings of the flesh (Ist Class) grant the greatest Providence. {$previous-title} SR #5674 SCP #7511 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Sacred Relic #5674" by Rhys Tanner and Dr. Phil McClaw, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5674. Licensed under CC-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-5675 | safe | Item #: SCP-5675 Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation garbage truck, similar to those involved in SCP-5675 events. Special Containment Procedures: Though SCP-5675 events have ceased following the arrest of PoI-5675, the neighborhood is to remain under surveillance as a precautionary measure against similar phenomena. PoI-5675 is currently incarcerated at a federal facility under UIU surveillance. Anomalous or otherwise suspicious activities are to be reported to the Foundation immediately under the Foundation and UIU's intelligence-sharing protocol. Description: SCP-5675 is a phenomenon affecting residents of Chicago’s Douglas neighborhood. SCP-5675 presents as a cognitohazardous anomaly, through which individuals display adverse psychological responses to garbage collection vehicles operated by the Chicago Department of Streets and Sanitation. Symptoms of SCP-5675 include paranoia, anxiety attacks, and in several cases myoclonic seizures. In all occurrences of this phenomenon, the affected individual has reported an acrid smell not typically associated with refuse. The first known incidence was on the morning of 2015/06/03, wherein approximately two hundred Douglas residents reported to local medical services and emergency rooms. SCP-5675 continued, with only the vehicles assigned to the weekly Douglas collection round triggering SCP-5675. Since Foundation observation began, an incident occurred once per week until 2015/11/08 (see Addendum-1). In all cases, an amnestic aerosol was dispersed over the neighborhood and its surrounding environs using an agricultural aircraft. PoI-5675 is Robert Brigham Jr., a local resident with an interest in thaumaturgy and ritualistic practices. Brigham was first identified as a person of interest after triangulation of SCP-5675 events; the most severe symptoms had been seen in individuals near the apartment building where Brigham lived. + Addendum-1: Investigation - Addendum-1: Investigation The first SCP-5675 events began approximately one month after eleven year-old Grace Fontaine went missing from the city’s North Lawn area in May 2015. Her disappearance was ruled an abduction by the Federal Bureau of Investigations, though no suspects had been identified prior to PoI-5675’s arrest. Statement given by Lena Fontaine at press conference the night following her niece’s disappearance: I’ve got a few things to say to the city of Chicago tonight, on behalf of my sister Joan and her husband Markus. First, the whole family would like to thank everyone who gave their time — hours of their time — to help search for our Grace. Whatever the outcome, whatever lies ahead, we are indebted to your efforts. Second thing, which should go without saying, is something that you’ve no doubt been hearing time and time again. However, I’d like to reiterate: if anyone knows anything, and I mean anything, that might help us in our search for Grace, do not hesitate to get in touch with the authorities. Once again, we thank everybody who’s aided in the search so far. Be that combing the streets or sharing posts on social media, you’re real angels. I’m gonna hand back to the Commissioner right now. God bless. Let’s get our baby back. The Foundation’s investigation into SCP-5675 drew the attention of the FBI’s Unusual Incidents Unit. The UIU was keen to establish whether Fontaine’s disappearance was linked to the emergence of SCP-5675 and took over the Fontaine investigation from the wider FBI. NOTE: Foundation reservations regarding intelligence sharing with the UIU are currently under review; it is possible that had information about SCP-5675 been passed to UIU contacts earlier on, a connection between SCP-5675 and the Fontaine investigation may have been identified sooner. On 2015/11/08, the apartment of Robert Brigham Jr. was raided by MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) in conjunction with the UIU. MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was also present, due to the potential risk of cognitohazardous phenomena.1 Brigham was detained without incident and taken into joint Foundation/FBI custody. Investigators discovered, along with literature relating to various thaumaturgical practices, the polished skull of a young human female. Genetic analysis confirmed that it belonged to Grace Fontaine. A bag containing approximately one kilogram of biological matter was also recovered from the apartment’s refrigerator. Following Brigham’s arrest, SCP-5675 events have ceased and the anomaly has been reclassified as Neutralized. + Addendum-2: Interview Log - Addendum-2: Interview Log Interviewed: Robert Brigham Jr. Interviewer: Agent Laura Dunnings, UIU Foreword: Due to the discovery of Fontaine’s remains, the UIU wished to conduct an interview in accordance with Brigham having become an FBI homicide suspect. Two Foundation operatives were present during the interrogation. <Begin Log> Agent Dunnings: Mr Brigham? Robert Brigham Jr.: Junior. Agent Dunnings: So, Mr Brigham, to cut to the chase: We're almost certain you abducted Grace Fontaine. Robert Brigham Jr.: Well I’m not gonna, like, deny it or anything; I mean, you found her skull sitting on my mantelpiece like it was granny’s fine china. Agent Dunnings: I've only mentioned abduction. You do understand, Mr Brigham, that your statement constitutes a confession to murder? Robert Brigham Jr.: I understand completely. Agent Dunnings: And, while we're at it, you want to tell me why you kept the skull? Robert Brigham Jr.: It's like a… like a trophy, I guess. A little something to remember my endeavour by. I polished her all clean - that's to buff the bad spirits right out, so they say. Agent Dunnings: They? Robert Brigham Jr.: Occultists. Magic people. They've got stories… bad things happening to people who abuse their guidance. Karma, you might call it. And I guess this is it. Brigham gesticulates at the room. Agent Dunnings: Just so we're clear — you're talking about the texts we found in your apartment, correct? Robert Brigham Jr.: Ah, the spellbooks? Agent Dunnings: Officially, we prefer the phrase “thaumic literature”. But go on. Robert Brigham Jr.: Well, I’ve dabbled. Just another of my peculiar hobbies. Agent Dunnings: You’ve dabbled? Robert Brigham Jr.: I’m no wizard, ma’am. I couldn’t tell you any thermic… thermal… whatever you wanna call spells off the top of my head. Ain't no use without my books. Agent Dunnings: When you say about people who "abuse" this… magic — were you engaging in thaumic practices when you murdered Grace Fontaine? Robert Brigham Jr.: I might have… whispered a sweet something or two into her ear. Something to get her to calm down. She was scared shitless - kicking, screaming, all the way back from North Lawn in the back of my car. Screaming for someone to save her, to find her, "don't hurt me!" and all that- Agent Dunnings: And did it work? The spell, or whatever you want to call it? Robert Brigham Jr.: I mean, I told you I’m not a wizard. She quit squealing, yeah, but kept squirming. Like her mind was somewhere else. That’s why I had to… had to hit her with the… Agent Dunnings: So that’s how she died? You hit her with… what, exactly? Robert Brigham Jr.: A shovel, I think. Keep one in my truck in case of a Chicago winter. I weren't going to kill her right away. Might not have killed her at all, in fact, but desperate times call for desperate— Agent Dunnings: So where’s the rest of her, then? What did you do with the body? Robert Brigham Jr.: Between my little ornament and what your buddy pulled outta the fridge, you got her. Agent Dunnings: No, the rest of her. Robert Brigham Jr.: I broke her down. Teeny-tiny little pieces. I been putting bits of her out with my trash every garbage day. Good luck combing the landfills if you wanted to, like, stitch her back together or something. Agent Dunnings: And you didn't think to… get rid of these so-called karmic spirits from what was left of the body? Robert Brigham Jr.: Polishing bone's one thing, ma'am, but the best I could do with the other… stuff was dice her up and sneak her out. Thought it was done and dusted until you came knocking at my door. And, I'll tell you — if I'd not been brought in, I'd have done it all over again. The room is silent for a moment while Agent Dunnings and the observing Foundation personnel take notes. Agent Dunnings: Thank you, Mr Brigham. I think that’s enough for now, but I’ll be speaking to you again soon. <End Log> Closing Statement: Brigham was charged with the first-degree murder of Grace Fontaine. Occult literature recovered from Brigham's home corroborates the suggestion that an incantation was performed during Fontaine’s abduction with the intention of "calming" his target. Thaumaturgical experts believe that this particular incantation was capable of inducing a side effect not mentioned in the texts, in which the affected victim instead expresses fear and panic through the transmission of ontokinetic energy. Footnotes 1. Personnel were supplied with countermemetic and ontokinetic-resistant equipment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5675" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5675. 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SCP-5676 | euclid | Item#: 5676 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5676 is to be contained within a standard Oubliette-class Anomaly Womb cell1 pending further developments. Heart rate and brain activity are to be monitored, and X-rays taken weekly. These tasks, including nutrition and waste management, are to be handled remotely via an automated system. No contact is to be initiated with SCP-5676 without the express permission of Dr. De Weger. In the event of host death, G-class "Anomaly Birth" scenario, other sudden changes in host status, or forseeable approach of any of these events, anomaly is to be observed and tested anew, and containment procedures revised accordingly. SCP-5676-1 is to remain in total isolation indefinitely. Description: SCP-5676 is a potentially sentient cardiac tumor that bears a strong visual resemblance to popular, primarily American depictions of Jesus Christ. SCP-5676-1 is a 23-year-old Caucasian American female with no prior recorded medical issues. SCP-5676 is located partially in and around SCP-5676-1's heart. Preliminary incisions and examinations yielded the conclusion that safe removal of SCP-5676 from its host was possible at time of initial examination, but doing so would have led to the item's "death". As of ██/██/2021, SCP-5676 has grown significantly enough that safe removal is no longer possible. SCP-5676-1 was not raised in a Christian household, nor educated at a nominally Christian school. Questioning of SCP-5676-1 revealed that the subject only began to notice physical discomfort following an interaction with a "tall androgynous person in a wide-brimmed black hat and priest's collar", hereby designated PoI-56762. PoI-5676 approached SCP-5676-1 in an otherwise nondescript parking lot and initiated a conversation about the Church of Latter Day Saints. Even when subjected to interrogation, SCP-5676-1 did not recall many specifics, other than PoI-5676 ending the conversation with the phrase "The Lord is in all of our hearts". SCP-5676-1 noted an unusual sensation in the chest cavity later that day, but was not apprehended by Foundation personnel until nearly a month later. 5676.1: Detailed Observations SCP-5676 exhibits highly irregular growth patterns, at times rapidly increasing in mass for currently unknown reasons. It is believed that the item began as an unremarkable (if rare) teratoma, and developed its anomalous appearance at a later date. As of ██/██/2021, the item measures approximately 4.5 by 1 by 0.5 inches - proportions consistent with the relative height, width and depth of an average human male. SCP-5676 is malformed, but displays features identifiable as facial hair, teeth, eyes, limbs, and thumbs3. SCP-5676 also appears to be wearing a white robe, red sash and sandals, but these are in fact composed of flesh, bone and cartilage. It, like its host, appears Caucasian and has blue eyes. It is unknown if these traits are inherited from SCP-5676-1. SCP-5676 primarily holds itself in a "thumbs up" position, its face fixed in a wide smile. It has, however, been observed to move on more than one occasion. In initial open-chest surgery, SCP-5676 appeared to be affected by anesthesia administered to SCP-5676-1, and assumed a "sleeping" position. A second open-chest surgery was performed at a later date with minimum possible use of anesthetics, during which SCP-5676 was reported to have "smiled beatifically" at Dr. De Weger. De Weger later insisted that SCP-5676's mouth moved, but any speech would have been inaudible at the time. SCP-5676 has been observed to grow in sporadic bursts. Despite extensive testing, the exact stimulus that causes these growth spurts remains unknown. The tumor visibly increased in mass in response to stimuli including but not limited to: bright light, loud noises, induced hemorrhaging, nutrition deprival, oxygen deprival, and sleep deprival. Dr. De Weger was unable to draw a conclusion after three months of testing, and was equally unable to determine the anomaly's root cause, whether it is transmissible, and whether its anomalous properties evolved over time. It is for these reasons that Dr. De Weger recommended SCP-5676 and its host be contained in total sensory isolation in an Anomaly Womb cell until the item's growth has plateaued. Based on current estimates, this intermediary period could last between three months and four years. It is thought that when SCP-5676-1 no longer complicates efforts, testing conducted on the anomaly's complete form will be far more conclusive. + Addendum - Addendum The nature of the cancer is that of metastasis. The item in question is, as of yet, like a child - we do not know what form it might take, what butterfly may emerge once its cocoon is discarded. Our duty is simple: secure, yes; contain, certainly; but we must also protect. I am confident that there is more to be learned from SCP-5676 that we have simply not yet been able to grasp. Understanding is the key to control, and this matter I am most, most determined to understand. - Dr. Ethan De Weger. + Addendum 2 - Addendum 2 Concerns have been raised by the Ethics Committee, so this addendum should clear up some matters. Prior to current containment, SCP-5676-1 was informed of the details of its upcoming containment procedures as per Ethics Committee guidelines. At this stage there was in fact sudden violent resistance and desperate protestation from the host.4 Ethics Committee members should note that the item risked damage as a result of this reaction, and as such I recommend rethinking the guidelines for this sort of situation. Nonetheless, SCP-5676-1 was rapidly lowered into the Anomaly Womb cell and sealed into containment, which quickly restricted movement and ensured the item's safety. SCP-5676 has been in current containment for eleven months. Despite no vocalizations from SCP-5676-1 in over seven months, and brain activity levels indicating a debilitating increase in discomfort/pain from the anomaly's expansion, the anomaly's host remains conscious and stable. X-rays clearly show that SCP-5676's growth is progressing at a steady and healthy rate. According to our data, this is greatly aided by a near total lack of movement from the item's host, which has helped to stabilise growth patterns. I am confident in the safety of the item. I hope this assuages the concerns of the Ethics Committee, and I look forward to sharing our ultimate findings. - Dr. Ethan De Weger. Footnotes 1. New as of 2020, the Anomaly Womb cell series is a fully controlled environment intended to contain items that are currently undergoing a process of rapid change. 2. Searches for PoI-5676 have thus far returned no results. 3. The "fingers" are currently fused together, but it is expected that they will separate as the item grows. 4. By contrast, previous signs of extreme depression and mental distress resulted in a satisfactorily docile state throughout most of the testing period. |
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The fourteen SCP-5677-A instances are held within Panthera Containment Enclosure-3 at Parazoology Site-72. SCP-5677-A instances receive the standard maintenance required of their species (see Parazoology Maintenance Manual 14B). Under no circumstances should the SCP-5677-A instances be allowed access to media or conversation mentioning "gazelles". All fourteen SCP-5677-B instances are hanging on metal hooks within Biological Containment Locker-64. An automated chemical distribution system treats the instances with Compound RWT4 daily, in order to ensure preservation. Description SCP-5677 is an unexplained event that occurred on 1988/10/15 at the Zipco Industries'1 Houston office. Between 13:00 and 13:30 GMT, a total of fourteen lions2 (designated SCP-5677-A) manifested within the office building and began attacking employees. Security footage of both entrances confirms that the SCP-5677-A instances did not enter the building through conventional means. SCP-5677-B is a total of fourteen sets of epidermises, each from a single human male confirmed to be former Zipco Industries employees. Each SCP-5677-B instance has a Zipco zipper embedded from its scalp to the small of its back. Testing of each SCP-5677-A and SCP-5677-B instance confirmed a 99.95% DNA match between corresponding pairs. Addendum 5677/1 A Foundation Concealment Team and Parazoology Recovery Unit responded to a Houston Police broadcast involving unexplained lion attacks within an office building. After approximately two hours, all fourteen SCP-5677-A instances were successfully recovered. During the event, there were a total of twelve civilian deaths and 27 injuries. Subsequent interviews with survivors revealed that the SCP-5677-A instances originated from the fourth-floor conference room. The fourteen SCP-5677-B instances were found draped upon individual chairs in conference room 12-B. The room had been reserved a week prior for a team-building workshop. A VHS tape labeled "Lions of Industry: How to Tame the Corporate Jungle" was recovered from the VHS cassette player within the room. Aside from its title, the tape has no other markings or manufacturing information. When played, the tape consists of 2.5 hours of static noise accompanied by the song "If I Only Had the Nerve" from the 1939 film The Wizard of Oz. The VHS tape has been filed under ID# 5677-88 within the Site-51 Media Archive. Addendum 5677/2 Foundation personnel interviewed Kyle Mitchell, the human resources employee responsible for arranging the team-building workshop. Mr. Mitchell claimed that the CEO of Zipco Industries, Leopold Conner (designated PoI-R5677/1), provided both the motivational video and all other materials present during the workshop. PoI-R5677/1 also selected the fourteen senior employees that he believed were the most loyal to attend the workshop. According to employees, PoI-R5677/1 had been expressing increasingly erratic behavior following the announcement of the Gazelle Company's3 imminent takeover of Zipco Industries. A Foundation PoI Recovery Unit investigated an abandoned townhouse owned by PoI-R5677/1, located in Kingstown, Texas. Responding agents recovered VHS and video recording equipment, over 200 photographs of lions,4 .6 grams of cocaine, 28 Zipco zippers, a list of 40 Zipco employees written in blood, and the fetal remains of a lion and gazelle. Further investigation of victims of the SCP-5677-A attack revealed that prior to the event, all 39 employees had recently signed a contract with the Gazelle Company to continue operations following the takeover. On 1988/10/17, Timothy Wheeler, the owner of the Gazelle Company, was found mauled to death within his home in Austin, Texas. A single SCP-5677-B instance was recovered near the body; DNA analysis of the instance revealed a 95.95% match to PoI-R5677/1. Footnotes 1. A leading brand in zipper manufacturing from 1975-1989. 2. (Panthera leo) 3. At the time, the Gazelle Company was Zipco's top competitor in the zipper manufacturing industry. 4. 40% of which depicted lions eating gazelles. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5677" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5677. Licensed under CC-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-5678 | esoteric-class | 1/25/2038 Our team just got put on the 5678 project. Seems pretty big. But maybe it just seems big to me because of the way that number is represented in our counting system. Still, something about it seems significant. And of course it might be renumbered later, so who knows. Specifically, we're working on chronicling the destruction of Site-27 on the 19th and all that entails. Yeah, that whole mess. Ramsey said she wants me to take point on the documentation this time. If I had to guess why, I bet she's got like five projects that she's been asked to put on the back burner to focus on this and you know her, she doesn't like to leave things unfinished. Ramsey always says "start with that which you know to be certain" and we're still in the dark about a lot of this, so I'm starting with the Chao interview. It just happened, I was there, and I know Al slightly better than most. From there I'll probably go through the other GOI statements, figure out how we as a Foundation define it, etc. etc. Shouldn't be too hard. Daily Thoughts: - How are SCPs numbered? - What's so special about 5678? Is there anything special with 5678? Addendum 5678.1: Interview with Al Chao Interviewed: PoI-2149, "Al Chao" Interviewer: Dr. Martina Ramsey Foreword: Chao reached out to the Foundation following the events that occurred at Site-27 on 1/19/2038. Dr. Lupe De La Cruz was also present for this interview, having had prior experience with Chao. <Begin Log> Dr. Ramsey: Miss Alison Chao, thank you for- PoI-2149: I'd prefer "Al," if you don't mind. And no mister, miss… bleh. None of that… whatever that is. Dr. Ramsey: Very well then. Thank you for reaching out to us, Al. Your insight will no doubt prove valuable as we try to unravel the events of January 19th. PoI-2149: Sure. Though I'm not sure just how valuable my testimony will actually be, I wasn't there for much of it. So what do you want to know? Dr. Ramsey: Why don't you start with an account of what you witnessed, in your own words. PoI-2149: So basically, I had just arrived on the scene, on that plateau overlooking your site. Site… twenty-nine? Dr. Ramsey: Twenty-seven. PoI-2149: Damn it, so close! In any case, from my vantage point I could see a bunch of people. You know, of course there were gocks, C-Is, some people who I can only assume were with the Hand. And of course, some of your guys were milling about outside. They were closest to the building. Dr. Ramsey: Did you see how many? PoI-2149: Of your people? I dunno, I didn't get a good headcount. Maybe about twenty? About ten researcher-looking-dudes and a few more of the scary agent guys. The, um, the task force guys. There were fewer of those guys though. Sorry, I'm not really sure. Dr. Ramsey: That's alright. Please continue. PoI-2149: Well, I had just gotten a quick look over everything and decided this was none of my business when it happened. The whole building just… [They make a motion with both hands, rising and then going out.] Pwoof! Exploded. Let me tell ya, seeing an explosion in real life? So much different than in a movie. Or on TV, like, Mythbusters or some shit. It stays with you. After that… I mean, I dunno, I panicked. I got the fuck out of there, as fast as I possibly could. Probably not the best look. But yeah, that's basically what happened. Dr. Ramsey: Can you tell me when all of this happened? PoI-2149: I arrived at the plateau a few minutes after 7:00, maybe 7:10. So the actual explosion must've been around 7:15 I guess? Maybe a few minutes after? Dr. Ramsey: Now, mis- Al, we have intel that you have some connection to the group known to us only as "The Black Queen." PoI-2149: Come on, you know I'm not going to talk about that. Dr. Ramsey: We're just wondering if The Black Queen knew this would happen. Why were you there in the first place? PoI-2149: Are you implying I had something to do with the explosion? [They turn to Dr. De La Cruz] Come on, Lupe, you know I wouldn't do anything like this. Dr. Ramsey: Please, Al, we don't believe you had anything- PoI-2149: I may not always agree with the Foundation, but I wouldn't do this! Dr. Ramsey: Alright, Al, let me ask the question another way: what were you doing there? Why were you there right at the moment of destruction? PoI-2149: [They look around the room, then sigh.] Look, even if The Black Queen exists, which I can't confirm or deny, I'm not a part of them. And even if I was, I wouldn't have gotten information about that day from them. A bunch of anomaly-related groups converging on one spot is bound to draw attention from anybody who knows what to look for. I was just there to ensure the safety of one person. Dr. Ramsey: …And? PoI-2149: He wasn't there. All good. Dr. Ramsey: Alright. Before we end this interview, is there anything else you can tell us about that day? PoI-2149: Let me think… Actually, yeah, there was one thing. I just remembered, there was somebody there with like, a large old-timey camera set up facing the building. I thought they were with the Hand at first, but come to think of it they weren't with the other Hand people. I don't know if that means anything, but… Dr. Ramsey: We'll look into that. Thank you for coming in today, your insight is invaluable. Please, let us know if there's anything else you remember. <End Log> Closing Statement: Chao was released without incident. At this time, Chao has made no further attempts to reach out to the Foundation 1/26/2038 Al has given me a good baseline to work with. I feel bad about Ramsey ambushing them about the Black Queen stuff. Al is the only connection we have to the Black Queen, but it doesn't seem like they even know anything about her. Them. That group. Whatever. Moving on from that tangent, I've been given access to a GOC memo shared with the Foundation. Hopefully, this will begin to patch up the holes in Al's testimony. I'll add that to the article and be well on my way to finishing this thing. Daily Thoughts: - Which is more trustworthy, the eyewitness account of an individual who was there, or a memo from a large organization whose compiler was nowhere close to the incident? - Which is more trustworthy, the testimony of a close friend who may wish to show themself in a certain light, or the account of an organization with a very specific agenda to push? Addendum 5678.2: Global Occult Coalition Memo Following the events of 1/19/38, the Foundation reached out to the Global Occult Coalition asking about their involvement in the event. The Coalition sent back a partially redacted memo documenting the series of events from their perspective: INTERNAL MEMO 23 January 2038 SUBJECT: UTE-9372-████████ █████ Much has been made over our involvement with the events affecting former Foundation Site-27 on the 19th of January earlier this month. The following is intended to serve as a timeline of events as well as a description of what was witnessed by our own. AT 7:00:24 GOC TEAM ███████, LED BY ████████████████, WAS DEPLOYED TO ███████ AN ANOMALY BELIEVED TO BE AROUND THE AREA AT 7:09:14 GOC TEAM ███████ ARRIVED AT SITE-27 AND MADE CONTACT WITH MEMBERS OF THE SERPENT'S HAND AT 7:10:22 FOUNDATION RESEARCHERS (13 COUNTED) AND AGENTS (10 COUNTED) BEGAN LEAVING THE BUILDING AT 7:12:43 AGENTS OF THE CHAOS INSURGENCY ARRIVED AT 7:13:59 GOC AGENTS BEGAN MOVING TOWARD EVACUATED FOUNDATION STAFF AT 7:14:07 SITE-27 EXPLODED, CAUSING SEVERAL FOUNDATION CASUALTIES. BASED ON EYEWITNESS TESTIMONY, A CAMERA THAT WAS SET UP NEARBY WENT OFF SIMULTANEOUSLY AT 7:17:55 SERPENT'S HAND MEMBERS TOOK DOWN THE CAMERA AND LEFT THE AREA AT 7:24:42 CHAOS INSURGENCY MEMBERS LEFT THE AREA AT 7:43:16 OFF SITE FOUNDATION MEMBERS ARRIVED TO CLEAR THE SCENE AND CONSULT GOC AS TO THE EVENTS THAT HAD JUST OCCURRED The anomaly that breached containment has not been captured, and was not known to have been in Foundation custody at the time of deployment. Despite certain claims to the contrary, the GOC did not have anything to do with the destruction of Foundation Site-27. It was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time. At this time we are assisting the Foundation in figuring out what exactly occurred on January 19th, 2038, and setting things right. 1/27/2038 Awesome! We have a precise time now. Although it's a little weird that Al didn't mention the containment breach. In any case, thanks to the insight from the GOC, we have a more precise timeline. Still trying to get my hands on the camera. For now I'm gonna fill in details. Scratch that, I've just received word from Ramsey that we've just gotten a message from the Serpent's Hand. She wants me to add it to the document immediately. Let's see what we've got here. Daily Thoughts: - Serpents don't have hands Addendum 5678.3: Serpent's Hand Statement On 1/27/38, the Foundation received a document from the Serpent's Hand Claiming responsibility for the SCP-5678. The document reads as follows: Dust to Dustjackets: A Statement From The Serpent's Hand The enlightened world has been in shock following the events of the Nineteenth of January in the year 2038. Information has leaked and dared to enlighten those who wished to open their eyes. It is true that several of us were there, at Foundation Site-27 on that fateful day. We had planned to help release one of the Jailers' many prisoners, but by the time we arrived what we had been searching for was already liberated. However, we were not to know that until after. We organized a jailbreak, causing a commotion amongst the Jailers, who came out to see what had happened. What happened next is something we truly regret. We had hoped that the entire building had been cleared in the commotion, but it seems not all had been accounted for, and we had greatly underestimated the area of impact. We put the final part of our plan into motion, capturing a picture on That Which Will Show The Truth, and causing the subsequent implosion of the facility. We regret our hasty execution of this plan, as well as the lives of the Jailers that were lost in the subsequent destruction. We watched as the building folded in on itself, and heard the screams of those who were certainly lost. Rest assured that those of us responsible will be punished through the proper channels, and may very well be exiled from The Serpent's Hand. 1/28/2038 Well that throws a wrench in things. Implosion? Both Al and the GOC said that it was an explosion. It sounds like they're taking credit for something they know nothing about. But both Al and the GOC were also under the impression that they were there, so… what gives? We finally got our hand on the camera, and confirmation from two GOIs that one of the photos was taken at the exact time of destruction ("That Which Will Show The Truth"), so im- or ex-plosion, we should be able to figure this out soon enough. Daily Thoughts: - Cameras, for the most part, are pretty reliable sources. Addendum 5678.4: Photos from 5678-1 The following photos were taken by SCP-5678-1 and are unedited. A picture of a now empty room at Site-19, previously used for testing with SCP-████. ✖ A picture of Researcher Woods with a neutral expression during initial testing. ✖ A picture of Site-27, confirmed to have been taken at 7:14:07 on January 19th, 2038. ✖ 1/29/2038 Great news, by which I mean terrible news: the camera is anomalous. Figured as much when I finally saw the damn photos yesterday. We're trying to get in touch with Serpent's Hand, see if they'll be willing to explain what it does, because our experiments have yielded no useful results. Sometimes it changes the photo, sometimes it doesn't, and we only have one instance of it removing something from a photo. It usually just adds. Whatever, I need to focus on the CI statement we got. Ramsey's been a bit more serious about me finishing this one lately. I can't tell why. Maybe with this statement can finally get an explanation as to what happened. Daily Thoughts: - The Serpents Hand are liars and so is the camera Addendum 5678.5: Chaos Insurgency Report Several days after the events of SCP-5678, Foundation agents intercepted a report from the Chaos Insurgency regarding the events of January 19th. DeCIRO Catalogue Number: POR-38/024-423 Document Type: Post-Operation Summary Report Date Received: 1-22-2038 Author: Delta Command Operation was a success. The Foundation Site was successfully disappeared by our operatives. The anomaly has been released, and the overseers are dead, just as planned. The Foundation is in shambles with no idea how to pick up the pieces. 1/30/2038 YOU CAN'T BOTH TAKE CREDIT FOR THE SAME THING, ASSHOLES. I'm getting so goddamn tired. And what do they mean, they "disappeared" it??? Did it blow up or collapse inward?! Pick one and stick with it! Stop trying to confuse me. And the whole thing about trying to get rid of the overseers? That makes no sense. The overseers stay as far away from all anomalies as they can, and GOC and SH have confirmed a containment breach occurred, so why would the Overseers be at Site-27? Ramsey received an email about 5678 that I have to read now. She's getting pretty worked up over this; we're both working on this project day and night now. Daily Thoughts: - Start with what you know to be certain: - Sometime around or after 7:14:07, Site-27 ceased to exist in some way, shape or form - The following organizations were certainly involved: The Chaos Insurgency, the Global Occult Coalition, The Serpent's Hand, The SCP Foundation - The camera was at Site-27 around the time of its… whatever, but did not give a clue as to what - I rewatched Rashomon last night. No comment. Addendum 5678.6: Global Occult Coalition Revision From: Alistair Murdoch <agentMurdochA@goconline> To: Researcher Martina Ramsey <sr.Ramsey.M@scipnet> Subject: January 19th Date: January 30th, 2038 Researcher Ramsey, I heard you are the one to contact regarding the unfortunate events of January 19th. The GOC doesn't know I'm writing this email, but no doubt they will soon find out. I'm writing to correct some misconceptions that may have been spread to you by my organization. In truth, we were not there to destroy the anomaly that breached containment, as previously stated by our organization; it was your Foundation that asked for our help in containing a highly volatile anomaly that had seemingly just breached containment. The entire affair was very secretive, we didn't even know what we were facing walking towards Site-27. We were told we would be briefed on site. Obviously, that never happened and… well, Site-27 is gone now. I wish I could tell you how, but I'm having trouble remembering it myself. Based on initial reports, we can confirm 13 Foundation casualties. I don't know why the GOC would keep this information from anyone. Or why, as I suspect, your Foundation would keep it from you. I will say one more thing, however: we didn't see any indication of a containment breach until after Site-27 disappeared. I hope this will prove useful to you in some way. Alistair Murdoch I That's What? We called in the GOC?? I suppose stranger things have happened, but not many. There's another SH thing I need to read, a response to our questions about the camera. Ramsey looks worse each day. I'm worried for her. I'm worried for me. Daily Thoughts: - The Foundation will go to any lengths necessary to protect normalcy - The Foundation will hide any information from its staff. Especially those that need it most. Addendum 5678.whatever: Serpent's Hand Revision Now the Serpent's Hand has more information to add. Great. Thank you for reaching out. Although I was initially surprised the Foundation wanted to talk, it quickly made sense when I realized what it was about. It seems some misinformation has been spreading about the events of January 19th, 2038 as well as the Serpent's Hand's role in those events, and as such I've taken it upon myself to clear up those misconceptions. It's true that there were several members of the Hand who were at the Foundation site with the purpose of freeing a recently captured anomaly. However, my research indicates that their plan didn't work, but they remain adamant that they had some sort of impact. I don't think they're lying or deluding themselves. The camera you retrieved that you asked about is a mysterious artifact. All we here know for certain is that it reveals the truth, even when that truth seems incompatible with its surroundings. We also know that it cannot possibly redact things from images, as you claim; it can only add to what is there. I truly hope you figure out the mysteries of the camera. Finally, there is one piece of information that I believe would interest you. After the destruction of your site, witnesses saw a familiar figure walk up to the edge of the plateau, as if just arriving, and stand there for a few minutes as those below descended into chaos. I hope this information will be of some help. -L.S. Nothing makes any goddamn sense anymore! Everything everyone is saying conflicts with each other. It was one thing when GOIs were debating about what they saw, but now people within those gois are claiming different things? What the hell happened that day? I need to talk to Al. Daily Thoughts: - In Rashoman, the woodcutter confesses to stealing the dagger from the dead man's body. But the short story it was based on, In a Grove, features no such scene. Why was this changed for the movie? What does that say about objective truth? - There are thirteen confirmed researcher casualties - There are thirteen overseers At some point researcher Lupe De La Cruz contacted Al Chao again and it sucked for everyone. I'll put this in another addendum at some point. Al We need to talk. ? I dont think you were completely forthcoming when ramsey interviewed you What? Where's this coming from? We've received more information from different groups. Somebody claims you only arrived at the scene after Site-27 Exploded? Disappeared? Whatever. Well they're wrong Or they're lying I don't know whether to believe you. Lupe, are you serious? Look im not some paragon but i wouldnt fucking lie to you. not about something like this But you would potentially lie about something else? like when you got there? are you fucking kidding me this is why nobody trusts the jailers, you find anyone who isnt you suspicious and you find any reason you can to be distrustful of them let me know when my friend Lupe De La Cruz wants to talk to me and i'll be happy to go over the dumbest, minutest detail with you because this isn't you. and i dont wanna talk to whoever this person is. I definitely deserved that. I just need to finish this stupid document and be done. Ramsey and I are both looking haggard. We haven't even seen anyone in ages. Daily Thoughts: - Im a terrible friend - I cant stop until I figure this out Description: SCP-5678 refers to the destruction disappearance loss of Site-27 on January 19th, 2038. The Foundation suffered few many at least 13? an unknown number of casualties. Procuring and containing the information surrounding this event has proven difficult due to the anomalous nature of conflicting reports a misunderstanding inconsistencies in the event testimonies goddamned photo evidence understanding of the event. SCP-5678-1 is a camera that produces anomalous photographs. SCP-5678-1 shows the truth. SCP-5678-1 only adds to images and does not take away, except for that time it redacted an image in the weirdest possible way. SCP-5678-1 was discovered after during in connection to the events comprising SCP-5678, and was recovered stolen? given to us by? retrieved from the Serpent's Hand. SCP-5678-2 is an as of yet unidentified anomaly that escaped containment was jailbroken by the SH? never existed? breached Foundation custody before after around the time of the loss of Site-27 Site-27 is in ruins fine exploded imploded both at once? actually Site-01 gone for now. Ramsey and I haven't heard from the higher-ups in weeks. Does that mean we're off the hook? Daily Thoughts: - If the overseer council is dead I can just go home and forget about all of this - If the overseer council is dead who's been running the Foundation in the meantime? - Are Ramsey and I the only ones left? Special Containment Procedures: New information regarding SCP-5678 is to be forwarded to Researchers Martina Ramsey and Lupe De La Cruz as soon as possible. Previously gained information does not matter is contradictory is to be restricted to Level 4 clearance. SCP-5678-1 is to be destroyed kept in a standard storage locker. SCP-5678-2 is still at large uncontained seriously I can't find one scrap of evidence that this thing ever existed to be contained at earliest possible point. Are we watching the dissolution of the Foundation? Daily Thoughts: - Perhaps the overseers are dead - Perhaps they never existed - I haven't seen Ramsey in days I don't understand any of it anymore. Daily Thoughts: - - Start with that which you know to be certain. Item #: SCP-5678 Footnotes 1. No, because we're still feeling the anomalous ramifications 2. This thing certainly isn't easily contained 3. …Am I watching the world end? |
SCP-5679 | keter | Item#: 5679 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5679 in the arms of Captain Mossen of the HMS [REDACTED] - 1943 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5679 is currently uncontainable. It is to be continuously tracked via the GPS tracker implanted onto the entity. Any ships affected by SCP-5679 are to be decommissioned or purchased by the Foundation and monitored until sinking. The vessel containing SCP-5679 may only be manned for 120 days since the initial manifestation. SCP-5679 is to be fed 50g of tinned tuna daily while the ship is manned, although this is not necessary for its survival. Description: SCP-5679 is an entity resembling Felis catus1 with mostly black fur, aside from a small patch of white underneath the chin. It weighs 3.1kg and is marginally smaller than typical Felis catus, though not outside the standard range. It has not been observed to age since initial discovery, and it appears to possess unnatural reflexes that render it effectively immune to damage. When unable to avoid damage, SCP-5679 will demanifest from its current location and remanifest elsewhere on the same vessel. It is possible to sedate SCP-5679 through food (See Addendum 3.). The primary anomalous effect of SCP-5679 is the ability to predict the sinking of naval vessels. It manifests on ships that are going to sink in approximately 6 months. The average time taken for a sinking is 181 days, with the shortest recorded time being 163 days and the longest being 203 days. SCP-5679 has only been known to manifest on a single ship at any time, which has led to the understanding that it is a single entity. The sinking has no direct link to SCP-5679 and appears to be purely causal. Each sinking was caused through non-anomalous means, such as strong winds, gunfire, collisions etc. None of the sinkings are noted to have any links, and are appropriate to the time period and location where the vessel was sunk. It is noted however that all sinkings have occured at sea; to date SCP-5679 has not manifested on any lake or river going vessels. SCP-5679 will demanifest when it comes into contact with the surface of the water once the ship begins to sink. It is unknown how it makes this distinction, as on normal contact with water it will remanifest upon the current target ship, rather than choosing a new target. It also must be the surface of the water; any water that splashes onto deck will not cause the entity to demanifest. Addendum 1: Discovery and Initial Tracking SCP-5679 was initially discovered by The Right Honourable Commission on Unusual Cargo in 1795 after evidence placed SCP-5679 on multiple ships belonging to the Royal Navy as well as privateer vessels which had sunk. A snippet from an example letter is included below. "It was the strangest thing, I was sure I'd triple checked before we left Southampton, all accounted for, no stowaways and the manifest was perfectly up to date, but there it was, a cat! Black as the night sky with a small tuft of white fur like a moon dotting the inky blackness. It's a beautiful creature, but that doesn't explain where it came from. It must have been hiding amongst the stores somewhere I'm sure of it. Besides, they do say a cat is good luck. I've decided to name her Luna, and hopefully she shall be good company through the turbulent weather of the North Sea. " - Quartermaster Bernard Fairbanks of the Good Fortune, a merchant vessel. 1832 Due to limitations of the time period, it was deemed impractical to contain. Addendum 2: Suspected reports of SCP-5679 Below is a list of suspected SCP-5679 manifestations. Date Ship Name Cause of Sinking Sighting Confirmation 09/08/1942 USS Astoria, a New-Orleans class cruiser. Sunk in the Battle of Savo Island from Japanese shelling Recovered letter from Ensign P. Bailey mentioning a new ship's cat matching the description of SCP-5679. 04/05/1945 USS Luce, a Fletcher class destroyer. Sunk by a kamikaze attack near Okinawa. Note from officers' meeting regarding when they acquired a new cat. Description unknown but given the context it is likely SCP-5679. 14/07/1836 HMS Victorious, a Ship of the Line. Sunk in severe weather near Cape Matapan. Ship was commissioned by The Right Honourable Commission on Unusual Cargo who were aware of the entity and kept notes on its behaviours. 20/12/1902 Old Glory, a fishing trawler. Sunk in collision with another ship in the North Sea. Captain's diary mentions a ship's cat matching SCP-5679's description. It is noted as the first time the entity is mentioned interacting with humans in a manner similar to a normal Felis catus 22/10/1961 MV Bianca C., a passenger liner Explosion on board and subsequent fires before being towed out of harbour to sink, near to the Grenada. Most well recorded SCP-5679 manifestation prior to SCPS Bonaventure. Entity was noted by more than 30 aboard the ship, although none are known to have questioned its presence. Addendum 3: Incident 5679-01 On 03/09/1997 SCP-5679 manifested itself on the SCPS Bonaventure, a guided missile destroyer in the service of the Foundation. It was quickly identified by the crew and the SCP-5679 research team was brought aboard in order to study the entity. They established much of the known description over the 4 months of time allotted to research before the SCPS Bonaventure was to be abandoned, with SCP-5679 even showing a preference for certain members of research staff. It was decided to attempt to monitor the entity through use of a GPS tracking chip implanted into the back of the collar. This was achieved through addition of a sedative into the food of the entity, before injecting the tracker. Just under 2 months later, the unmanned SCPS Bonaventure was lost when it struck the SCPS Vanguard in strong winds in the mid-Atlantic. SCPS Vanguard had been stationed nearby in order to monitor the sinking, and only suffered minor damage, while the Bonaventure suffered catastrophic structural damage on the port side near the bow, shearing it off and causing the ship to sink. Shortly after the engine deck had begun flooding, as confirmed by video surveillance, SCP-5679 spontaneously demanifested upon contact with the water. The entity's GPS tracker notified researchers that it had remanifested in the Indian Ocean, approximately 200km south of Sri Lanka. This allowed for the identification of the new target of SCP-5679. At this point, the current containment procedures were enacted, and to date there has only been a single loss of life on the part of SCP-5679, a maintenance technician who was installing cameras upon the trawler Queen's Catch when the effects of SCP-5679 manifested unusually early (163 Days since manifestation). Containment procedures were updated accordingly. Addendum 4: Interview 5679-01 + Open Interview Log - Close Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-5679 Interviewer: Dr. Luke Mason Foreword: In an attempt to ascertain if SCP-5679 was sapient, Dr. Mason and Assistant Researcher Danielle Baker attempted an interview with the entity. <Begin Log, 9:47am 07/03/2014> Dr. Mason: Hello there, SCP-5679. Can you understand me? SCP-5679 begins meowing. Dr. Mason: Is that an agreement? SCP-5679 purrs and rolls over onto its back. Asst. Researcher Baker Dangles her pen in front of SCP-5679, who attempts to claw at it. Dr. Mason: I'm trying to help you, can you please cooperate with me? Asst. Researcher Baker: Luke, it's a cat, this is going nowhere. Dr. Mason: It's an SCP, and we have to be thorough in our investigations! SCP-5679 stands up and stretches before brushing itself against Dr. Mason's lab coat. Asst. Researcher Baker: You know that they won't give you a promotion for interviewing a cat, right? Dr. Mason proceeds to ask a variety of questions to SCP-5679 which continues to meow and play with Asst. Researcher Baker. Dr. Mason: You're just a normal cat, aren't you? SCP-5679 proceeds to knock over Asst. Researcher Baker's glass of water onto Dr. Mason's trousers. Asst. Researcher Baker: Stifling a laugh Obviously, you fucking idiot. <End Log, 9:53am 07/03/2014> Closing Statement: It is the opinion of Dr. Mason that SCP-5679 is not sapient, and displays the normal characteristics of a typical Felis catus. Footnotes 1. Domestic Cat |
SCP-5680 | euclid | The building containing SCP-5680. A rare fully-formed avian specimen produced by SCP-5680. Item #: SCP-5680 Special Containment Procedures: Area 5680 has been established near SCP-5680 to facilitate containment. The area surrounding SCP-5680 has been demarcated with a barbed wire fence. No civilians are to be granted entry into this perimeter. On a biweekly basis, a semitrailer truck must be driven by a Foundation operative to the gate of SCP-5680. Then, the operative must wait for SCP-5680-1 to load avians or equivalent into the truck's trailer. Care must be taken to ensure that the truck is position in such a way that SCP-5680-1 instances do not need to leave the factory in order to deliver avian specimens into the truck. Before returning to Area 5680, the operator must visually confirm that SCP-5680-1 are not loading any further objects into the truck. After the truck has returned to Area 5680, the resulting biological material may either be incinerated or transported to Foundation sites for use in containing other SCP objects. Following Incident 5680-Theta, at least three members of security personnel are required to be on-site at all times. Description: SCP-5680 are a set of assembly lines and machining equipment contained within an industrial site in the Selva de Irati, Navarra, Spain. Of note is SCP-5680's remote location, making it impractical to operate as a factory through standard methods. Markings covering the building indicate that it was built for the production of avian animals. SCP-5680 involves several anomalous machines; for instance, an acid bath capable of converting any matter to bird organs, and a set of robotic arms capable of seamlessly concatenating these parts into an organic lifeform. The remainder of the components are non-anomalous assembly machines. These machines are capable of being operated by non-anomalous humans and SCP-5680-1. SCP-5680 is staffed by 25 or more instances of SCP-5680-1. SCP-5680-1 are similar in appearance to non-anomalous humans; however, they do not have eyes, and their faces constantly display an expression of grimace. In addition, vivisections of SCP-5680-1 instances have revealed that they have no internal organs and are composed entirely of an organic paste. When removed from the site containing SCP-5680, SCP-5680-1 instances will rapidly decompose into this paste. SCP-5680-1 instances can only speak using a selection of pre-determined phrases, rendering them unable to communicate beyond their limited vocabulary. As such, their sentience is debated. + Document 5680-A - Document 5680-A So far, SCP-5680-1 have been observed to only use the following phrases. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, each phrase is spoken in a jovial tone. "Another day, another dollar!" This phrase is only used at 1700 hour local time every day by only one instance of SCP-5680-1. "Scram, I've got work!" This phrase has been used whenever Foundation personnel have attempted to interact with SCP-5680-1. "Let go of me!" This is generally used in response to physical violence against SCP-5680-1, regardless of the actual nature of said violence. "Factories are made in factories." Simultaneously spoken by all instances of SCP-5680-1 at once, unprompted. This was said in a melancholic tone, in contrast to the usual jovial tone. - Document 5680-A When objects are placed into the receiving ends of SCP-5680, they will be processed into living avian specimens. SCP-5680 has demonstrated the ability to produce a variety of bird species; while in Foundation containment, it has been observed to produce game birds, gulls, and birds of prey. Thus far, no pattern has been observed. However, most birds created by SCP-5680 are incomplete. Many lack internal organs, have too many or too few limbs, or have body parts on wrong parts of their body. It is rare for a specimen to live for more than two hours. A parking lot has been constructed outside of the building containing SCP-5680, along with roads leading into the parking lot. These roads abruptly terminate 0.5 kilometers from SCP-5680, marked with octagonal red signs reading "ROAD ENDS". Sub-Report A: Inventory In addition to the room containing SCP-5680, the aforementioned industrial site contains a hallway that encompasses the rest of the site's floor area. This hallway, which is approximately 530 meters in length, contains several functional fax machines and water coolers. The hallway is partially illuminated by a series of fluorescent light fixtures placed every 30 meters. Every three hours, every fax machine simultaneously produces the following document: I am contacting you regarding how business became time and money. The bird factory is estimated to produce 10,000 units between September 2020 and August 2002. I think we want to make money here; I thought this was obvious? Don't waste any more of our time, cut the slack, Jack! - Rodney Note: This document is not translated. Despite SCP-5680 being located in Spain, all documents are in American English. Each fax machine is equipped with an extended tray of paper1 and expanded ink reserves. It is estimated that each fax machine will be able to print copies of the above document for 3 years at minimum. At the end of the hallway, an image of a door is painted on the terminating wall. This "door" has a doorknob, but is otherwise a complete fabrication. The door is labeled "Clarence - CEO". Analysis of the industrial site and its contents estimates that it was all created between August 15th and August 22nd of 2018. Sub-Report B: Incident 5680-Theta On September 23rd, 2020, an unidentified vehicle drove to the industrial site containing SCP-5680. The object was designed in the facsimile of a tanker truck, despite the fact that it very clearly had undergone several modifications making it more circular in shape. Upon arriving at the loading docks, three quadrupedal entities exited the vehicle, leading several instances of SCP-5680-1 into the factory. Recording apparati on-site recorded the entities communicating in American English. AUDIO RECORDING <Begin Log> Entity A: Hey, paint me a picture. This is what the man upstairs wants in the loop, right? Entity C: I thought we tabled this conversation, Clarence. Entity A: We picked the low-hanging fruit, so why hasn't the boss joined up with us yet? Entity B: They bird are pushing the envelope out there. Think about the end-user perspective. Entity A: I know, we actioned that. Shouldn't this be a win-win situation? Entity C: We've got a USP. The birds do nothing but make hay. Entity C: Put this on your radar, Clarence. We've done nothing but move forward. If we don't buck the trend, who will? Entity A: You're right, we've got the bandwidth for this. <End Log> The entities then boarded their vehicle and left before Foundation response forces could reach them. Attempts to track the truck or discern its destination were unsuccessful. Footnotes 1. In many cases, this tray extends to below the ground. 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SCP-5681 | safe | close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by Vivarium & More by Grigori Karpin The stage featured in SCP-5681 moments before SCP-5681-1 enters the frame. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5681 is to be kept in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. The anomaly may be viewed under strict limitations, with explicit approval of Site Director McInnis. I/O METATRON is to monitor electronic communications at all television studios for mention of SCP-5681 or GOI-5889. Description: SCP-5681 designates a VHS tape containing a single episode of the game show Gehenna Arcade, sponsored and distributed by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”). The tape is intended to serve as a pilot for a syndicated series, to be viewed by entertainment executives in order to sell them on the merit of the show. Individuals who begin watching the recording find it difficult to stop watching. SCP-5681’s other anomalous effect only manifests when a subject watches the entirety of the VHS in one sitting. In this scenario, the subject will develop a need to repeatedly watch the episode, forgoing personal hygiene, eating, and other activities in favor of repeated viewings. If the subject is restrained from viewing SCP-5681 for a duration of twenty-four hours, the compulsory effect will cease. Upon release from the effect there is a chance for development of anomalous side effects (such as cognitive or behavioral changes). Discovery: On 28 July, 1991, embedded Foundation agents in three major television networks sent out an alert for anomalous media recovery. The copy of SCP-5681 sent to ABC and NBC were retrieved without any need for amnesticization. Unfortunately, the copy that was sent to CBS found its way to Jeff Sagansky, President of CBS Entertainment. Mr. Sagansky was reticent to surrender the VHS tape to his assistant, an embedded Foundation agent, suspecting a prank. Mr. Sagansky began obsessively watching SCP-5681 over and over, missing meetings and failing to return home that evening. At 01:00 on 29 July, personnel from MTF Kappa-43 were mobilized and covertly entered CBS’ headquarters in New York City, New York. Agents found Mr. Sagansky bent over, face pressed against a CRT monitor/VHS combination unit. Attempts to pull the subject from the monitor revealed he was catatonic. The SCP-5681 instance was recovered, and Mr. Sagansky was airlifted out for medical treatment.1 Contents of SCP-5681: At the opening of the VHS, the following description of the show appears: “Gehenna Arcade is the next exciting project from Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. A classic gameshow featuring host Jeremy Kincaid2 and three contestants. Each segment presented features a unique sub-game; scores are allotted to each contestant based on how well they did at the individual games. At the end of each segment, a prize will be awarded to the contestant who scored the most points. At the close of the show point totals for each contestant are tallied and a grand winner is declared.” The following is a transcript of the first segment: [SCP-5681-1 walks out onto set. He is wearing a black-and-white checkered suit coat, wide black tie over white collared shirt, and gray slacks. His skin is sallow, characteristic of an individual with advanced jaundice and his eyes are consistently leaking black, oily tears. He smiles at the camera; his teeth are bloody and stained yellow. He is holding a long, thin microphone measuring at least forty-five centimeters.] [Audience applause follows SCP-5681-1’s appearance behind his podium.] SCP-5681-1: Welcome to the very first episode of Gehenna Arcade: the game show designed to challenge the wits and physical endurance of our contestants like no other! Brought to you by the fine folks of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. [The contestants come out and stand in a line on the stage. Kiara and Kevin look excited, while Sandra is sweating and frowning.] SCP-5681-1: Let’s introduce our three contestants: Kevin Fillmore, Sandra Gonzales, and Kiara Bakshi! [Light audience applause.] SCP-5681-1: Here’s where I’ll ask you each to tell us a little about yourself. Kevin: Well, I go to University of Washington, with a major in criminal ju– [Audience starts booing.] SCP-5681-1: Oh no, Kenneth, you’ve already lost a point. Not a good start! [Camera cuts to a large score board with three parallel columns, each with one of the contestant’s names over it. The sound of several dogs whining loudly plays and the zero under Kevin’s name drops to -1.] Kevin: Actually, it’s Kevin. SCP-5681-1: Right, so Sandra, your turn! Sandra: I’m currently unemployed but I just graduated with a master’s in psychology from University of Texas. SCP-5681-1: I’m sure you’ll get a lot of use out of that degree! [Audience laughs. Sandra frowns again and looks down at the floor.] SCP-5681-1: Alright, so Kiara, let’s keep this train moving! [Kiara opens her mouth to speak but SCP-5681-1 interrupts her.] SCP-5681-1: Oh shoot! Just ran out of time. Let’s talk about the game! [SCP-5681-1 beckons the three over to the front of the stage, where three wide, low platforms stand in a row. Each is approximately eighteen centimeters off the floor.] SCP-5681-1: [Pointing at the three platforms] So, this is what we like to call the trivia game. [The three contestants stare at SCP-5681-1, who is bending down to pat one of the platforms. He steps back and smiles. None of the three move.] SCP-5681-1: What’s the matter? Kiara: I thought you said this was trivia. SCP-5681-1: It is! You’re not afraid of heights, right? [Turns to look at the camera with an arched eyebrow. The audience laughs.] Get. On. The. Platforms. [All three stand on the platforms.] SCP-5681-1: Now, members of the audience, remember, don’t help any of the contestants! [Camera turns and looks at the audience, but none of them are lit. There are several dozen figures sitting in the audience, barely perceptible silhouettes not moving at all. Several sets of eyes begin to glow a dull red.] SCP-5681-1: Great, I knew I could count on you! [Turning to the contestants.] So, the rules are simple, the most correct answers gets you the most points, just shout out when you have an answer. And make sure to keep your footing! If you step onto the stage before the round is done, you lose two points! [A countdown overlay utilizing LCD numbers begins with ‘03’, with an accompanying buzzer sound as each second passes. When the countdown hits ‘00’, SCP-5681-1 begins asking questions.] SCP-5681-1: What is the fourth Amendment to the Treaty of Versailles? [All three exchange looks without speaking. Sandra visibly shrugs. After thirty seconds, a buzzer sounds.] SCP-5681-1: Aw, I’m sorry, no winners. Audience? [The contestants are pelted by gravel from the direction of the audience.] SCP-5681-1: Next question! Eleven hours of footage are cut for the sake of brevity.3 The scoreboard shown in SCP-5681. [SCP-5681-1 continues asking questions, many of which were dependent on knowing fine details of historical and scientific knowledge. Each time the group fails to answer, they are pelted with gravel, sand, or what appears to be potting soil. By the end of that period Kevin has four points, Sandra and Kiara have eleven points each.] SCP-5681-1: Alright! It’s time to break that tie! [Each of the contestants are dirty and covered in small scratches where they had exposed skin. Sandra’s and Kevin’s legs exhibit obvious tremors.] Kevin: Do I even need to keep playing at this point? SCP-5681-1: [Eyes narrowed.] Yes, Carl, you do. We’ll get you back to your “criminal justice” degree soon, don’t worry. [Audience boos and throws sand solely at Kevin.] [Kevin shakes his head.] SCP-5681-1: Okay! What is the source of life on planet Earth? Sandra: God! Kiara: Single-celled organisms developed out of proteins being created because of optimum conditions for the development of life. SCP-5681-1: Kiara, that’s incorrect! Sandra, close enough! You win! Kiara: Wait a minute, that’s bullshit. SCP-5681-1: No one likes a sore loser, Kiara. Sandra: So, what do I win? SCP-5681-1: Win? Sandra: Yeah, the producer said there’d be a prize at the end of each round for the winner? SCP-5681-1: Oh right. Well, I award you the satisfaction in a job well done. Sandra: That doesn’t seem like much of a prize. SCP-5681-1: [Murmuring with his microphone away from his mouth.] Hey Jerry, I think I hate this one. The following is a transcript of the second segment: [SCP-5681-1 is behind his podium, smiling at the camera. His suit jacket is stained along the front with the black fluid weeping from his eyes and flowing down his face and neck. Each of the three contestants stands in front of blue door with their name labeled in gold.] SCP-5681-1: Now we come to the part of the show called Labyrinth of Death! [All three contestants look back at SCP-5681-1, with varying degrees of displeasure evident.] SCP-5681-1: It’s just a phrase! Come on… Okay, so each of you will enter the maze through your separate doors and the first one to meet me on the other side wins the prize! Sandra: Hope it’s a better prize than last time. SCP-5681-1: I heard that! [The score board, having reset to zero for each, shows Sandra with a ‘-1’.] SCP-5681-1: [Turning to the audience] It’s like they don’t know I’m vindicative by now, right? [Camera cuts to the audience. The seats are empty. The camera holds on the empty audience for three full minutes before switching back to SCP-5681-1.] SCP-5681-1: 3-2-1, let’s go! [All three doors in front of the contestants open. Each contestant is followed by cameras to allow for continued monitoring, the screen split into three. Despite the fact that each was standing within a meter of each other, each contestant is now alone.] A still taken from the labyrinth section of SCP-5681. [Kevin walks forward down a passage. He does not notice at first but the floor begins sloping down. Sandra similarly leaves the starting room and finds a narrow passage that twists in a spiral pattern, which should have crossed where she had come from, but does not. Kiara opens a door at the end of her starting room and finds a ladder going up, and into open air. She climbs to a wooden scaffolding extending off until the horizon. She looks down and sees only clouds, the ladder and passage gone. She sits and hugs her knees to her chest, shivering. The host begins speaking over the split screen footage.] SCP-5681-1: Oh, and we’re off to an excellent start, Kiara is basically struggling to breathe but hopefully that doesn’t count her out! [Sandra continues down the spiral corridor until she reaches a red door set into brick. It is roughly half the height of a normal door and she needs to crouch down to shuffle through it. Kevin has found himself slipping as the sloping floor’s angle increases, screaming until his voice gives out. Kiara manages to get up and move forward along the scaffolding, but it begins narrowing until it is less than a meter across. There are no handrails.] SCP-5681-1: Kev Kev is making real headway! [Kevin continues sliding until he lands in a pool of brackish water, sinking below the surface for thirty seconds before breaching the surface. The pool is at least two kilometers in diameter. Sandra is crawling through a corridor that is getting slowly smaller in diameter as she continues. Kiara is holding out her arms for balance as she walks along the thin scaffolding, until finding another ladder going down into the mist.] SCP-5681-1: Oh look, no one’s dead yet. [Kevin climbs out of the water onto a pontoon bridge, leading into an enclosed stone corridor. Sandra continues crawling until she reaches a wider corridor constructed of the same stone Kevin was last seen in. Kiara climbs down the ladder, through the mist and finds herself in the same corridor. At the opposite end of the passage a spotlight illuminates a single blue door. A blinking red sign appears above the door reading “EXIT.”] SCP-5681-1: [Whistling.] [The three contestants, now in the same room, continue down the corridor, and begin jogging and then running towards the door. Kevin pulls ahead and slams open the door, throwing himself through. As he collapses on his knees just outside, it closes on its own. SCP-5681-1 is directly in front of Kevin, applauding lightly.] SCP-5681-1: Ah, congratulations, Trevor! You’ve won! [The scoreboard shows an increase of ten points under Kevin’s name. Kevin stands and brushes off his knees.] Kevin: Uh… yeah, thanks. So, what do I win? SCP-5681-1: You win your life! [Screams are heard through the exit to the labyrinth. Blood and viscera flow through the space under the door.] Kevin: What the hell? You said “Labyrinth of Death” was just a phrase! SCP-5681-1: Oh sorry, I meant to say it is a phrase. Because it is. I mean, “I’m going to shoot you in the face, Mark” is a phrase. Doesn’t mean I’m not about to murder you. [Kevin bends over and screams, slowly sinking to his knees on the stage.] SCP-5681-1: God, you’d think you’d be excited to win. [Sighing.] Next segment! The following is a transcript of the third segment: [SCP-5681-1 is standing at the front of the stage looking out towards the audience. Applause follows for forty-five seconds. SCP-5681-1 holds up his hands in a waving motion as if to tell the audience to stop, but he is smiling. His entire face is covered in the black substance from his eyes, which are now two empty sockets constantly producing more liquid. His clothes are slick with the black liquid, such that small wet sounds are produced every time he moves.] SCP-5681-1: Alright alright, enough of that! We’ve got our final segment of the show and it’s a fan favorite. Let’s get our contestant out here! [Kevin is pushed into frame by a pair of hands off camera. He is followed by Sandra and Kiara, both covered in blood but otherwise apparently unharmed. All three contestants have faces stained with tears and shift back and forth on their feet.] SCP-5681-1: Uh, wait. Didn’t you– [SCP-5681-1 touches his ear and starts speaking in a low tone, still audible on the recording.] SCP-5681-1: What the fuck, Jerry? Didn’t they die? [Silent for several moments. Nodding his head.] Right right, ok… fill ins. I just wonder about the brand, you know? Calling something a Labyrinth of Death isn’t gonna have a lot of impact with the demo if they ain’t dead… right, ok. We’ll figure it out in post. [SCP-5681-1 turns to the three contestants and smiles.] SCP-5681-1: Well, Sandra and Kiara, looks like you’ve still got the chance to win. It all rides on this last game! [SCP-5681-1 turns back to the camera, still smiling.] SCP-5681-1: “What’s that worth?” is our final game for the day! Contestants take turns guessing at the value of a revealed prize and the closest wins points! At the end we tally all the points accrued and we announce a grand winner! Okay, contestants, are you ready? Kevin: Sure, whatever. SCP-5681-1: Okay Conner, I’m gonna need you to perk it up a bit alright? This is a game show! What about Sandra and Kiara, you girls ready? Kiara: Whatever gets me home the fastest. [Sandra flips off the camera.] SCP-5681-1: Excellent, let’s go! [Spotlights illuminate six doors ringing the stage, labelled with corresponding Roman numerals. Camera cuts to the scoreboard showing the totals as: Kevin – 8, Sandra – 11, and Kiara – 11.] SCP-5681-1: Right, let’s give George a chance to catch up. You’re up first. Kevin: That is not my name. [SCP-5681-1 smiles and nods and gestures to the doors. Spotlights center on Door #1, which opens to reveal a rusted car missing its two front tires and the hood.] SCP-5681-1: A used, 1972 Plymouth Dodge! How much is that worth, Leo? Kevin: Uh… $100? SCP-5681-1: Girls? Sandra: Jack shit. Kiara: [Laughing.] $150. SCP-5681-1: Kendal is closest without going over, so he get the points! [Kevin’s score goes up by two points.] Sandra: Wait, isn’t that just The Price is– SCP-5681-1: Shut up. Ok, next door! Sixteen minutes cut for brevity. One of the "prizes" shown during the game, with a price of 8 cents due to its value as compost material. [The game continues, with the following items: a rotten apple core, a signed first edition of Dante’s Inferno, a parking ticket,4 and a twenty-seven inch color television. The score at this point is: Kevin – 12, Kiara – 13, and Sandra – 13.] SCP-5681-1: The competition is fierce. Let’s see who comes out on top! Final door, please! [The spotlights center on Door VI, which opens to reveal a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Criminal Justice from University of Washington. The name has been filled out to read “Kevin Fillmore.”] Kevin: Oh, what in the hell? Sandra: $23,000. Kiara: $24,500. SCP-5681-1: Fred wins! [Sandra and Kiara are ushered off stage by production assistants, while SCP-5681-1 approaches Kevin.] SCP-5681-1: Goddamn, what an upset! You were so far behind, but you pulled it off, my boy! Kevin: I didn’t even guess. SCP-5681-1: Well, you knew the value in your heart and that’s what matters. Six years of wasted effort and a chance to join a police academy to help oppress people of color and other marginalized minorities, aren’t you proud? Kevin: I don’t even think I want to be a co– SCP-5681-1: Who cares? [Turning to the camera.] Well, that’s gonna do it here for Gehenna Arcade! Make sure to tune in same day, same channel! Sponsored by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, for a better tomorrowTM!5 Kevin: Wait, don’t I even win anything? SCP-5681-1: Oh right, you do. [SCP-5681-1 reaches into his inner suitcoat pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. It is slick with the black substance covering the entity’s clothes and face. SCP-5681-1 slaps it against Kevin’s chest. It sticks to his clothing.] SCP-5681-1: A $50 gift certificate to Red Lobster! Congratulations! Kevin: Jesus, what even is that stuff? SCP-5681-1: Aw, he’s already started the otherizing process against those different from himself. Isn’t it cute, folks? Little baby police officer Kevin! Kevin: You’re a dick. SCP-5681-1: ACAB! Goodnight, America! Update – 13 October, 1991: Follow-up research revealed that all three contestants are who they claimed to be, and are unharmed by the experience. All three, when interviewed, invariably failed to remember the events of filming. Kevin Fillmore continues to pursue his Criminal Justice degree. He is set to graduate in May 1996. Footnotes 1. Subject was amnesticized and hospitalized under the cover story of a mild stroke. Treatment from Foundation physicians ensured his recovery and Mr. Sagansky was returned to his family within a week with minor persisting cognitive defects. 2. Designated SCP-5681-1. 3. The length of this segment is far beyond the normal storage capacity of VHS tapes. It is unclear how the tape contains this much data, along with four other segments. 4. None of the contestants got this correct, with SCP-5681-1 stating it was worth “the lesson learned.” 5. SCP-5681-1 appears to "pronounce" the trademark symbol; all researchers reviewing the tape report this effect, but are unable to explain it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5681" by Grigori Karpin & Vivarium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5681. Licensed under CC-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: Set.jpg Name: Thanks for Playing the Game Show Show Author: KevinStandlee License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: Gehenne_Set.jpg Name: Final Score Author: GAMEFACE-PHOTOS License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: Spiral.jpg Name: The Maze Author: jeppe2 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: Rotten.jpg Name: Rotten apple Author: tishamp License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: LINK Filename: 5681 logo Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: LINK |
SCP-5682 | neutralized | by stormbreath Item#: SCP-5682 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures Anomalous Objects formerly recovered from SCP-5682-β are to be stored in individual storage lockers at Site-64. Objects should be kept discrete from one another in order to prevent malign interaction but should remain specifically labeled as having been associated with SCP-5682. The 243 former adherents of SCP-5682 that could be found were each interrogated for information concerning SCP-5682, and then subjected to an amnestic therapy regimen to induce the belief that memories of anomalies associated with SCP-5682 resulted from hallucinogenic substances. Following the completion of this amnestic therapy, each was turned over to the Unusual Incidents Unit for criminal prosecution. Civilian media is to be investigated for religious movements with similar beliefs to SCP-5682 or direct allusions to SCP-5682. Any evidence that SCP-5682 is being practiced again is to be investigated further. If any anomalies are found, the revival is to be treated in the same manner as the original SCP-5682. SCP-5682-α has been designated as PoI-5682, in addition to its SCP designation. Mentions of it by name are to be processed and monitored, and PANOPTICON is to monitor global surveillance cameras for SCP-5682-α's face. If any indication that SCP-5682-α is still active is detected, MTF Zeta-2 is to be deployed to find and detain SCP-5682-α. Description SCP-5682 was a religious movement referred to as the "Heavenly Manifold Temple", active from 1961 to 1968. SCP-5682 was similar to various New Age and UFO religious movements but was primarily inspired by various anomalies created and/or discovered by SCP-5682-α. Art produced by SCP-5682, representative of the central higher plane of existence. SCP-5682 was primarily focused around the belief in a higher plane of existence, populated by a number of non-human entities. Some of these entities are believed to be posthuman, with the potential for adherents of SCP-5682 to become one. No adherents are believed to have actually done so. This higher plane of existence is said to possess at least three dimensions beyond the typical four associated with baseline reality. It is inconclusive as to whether or not this higher plane of existence legitimately exists. While various anomalous objects associated with SCP-5682 allowed for various forms of contact with it, no other methods — scientific or anomalous — have been able to reach it. It is currently undetermined if SCP-5682-α discovered an otherwise inaccessible plane of existence, if it created such a plane, or if it merely created a series of anomalies that gave the appearance of an alternate plane without actually being such. SCP-5682 placed a high value on individuality and therefore did not have many well-defined beliefs. It offered adherents a selection of ways to view the higher plane of existence but allowed them to draw their own interpretations of their experiences. As a result, individual adherents have drastically differing interpretations of SCP-5682. Philosophical debate and discussion concerning the nature of SCP-5682 were highly encouraged. Common beliefs of SCP-5682 are that this higher plane is inherently better than baseline reality and that the inhabitants are divine. Adherents frequently emphasize chaos, loud noise and patterns in their descriptions of their experiences, believing all of these to be central to SCP-5682. In addition, SCP-5682 had frequent drug use — most notably LSD and other hallucinogens — as entheogens. SCP-5682-α SCP-5682-α was a Class-III ontokinetic responsible for the founding of SCP-5682. Allegedly, SCP-5682-α discovered the higher plane of existence central to SCP-5682 and began to create further methods of contacting and interacting with this alleged plane. It is unclear if the discovery was genuine or faked through its ontokinetic abilities. The civilian name of SCP-5682-α was Josiah Thornettle. It was born on December 21st, 1931 and disappeared on July 19th, 1968. It is unknown when SCP-5682-α first developed anomalous properties, but it is believed to have occurred shortly before 1961, when it first began to write about SCP-5682. By 1964, SCP-5682 had become a fully-fledged religious movement. SCP-5682-α purchased a plot of land in southern Yakima County, Washington, and established SCP-5682-β, a commune meant to accommodate SCP-5682. Adherents were encouraged to move to SCP-5682-β to further engage in philosophical discussion of SCP-5682. The commune was mostly isolated from the outside world, and had a population of approximately 230 in 1968. SCP-5682-β was loosely organized as a commune, with SCP-5682-α as a spiritual and political leader. Food, LSD and marijuana were self-produced by the compound, with income generated by the sale of the latter two in commercial quantities. Several buildings were built by SCP-5682 on the property as housing and communal gathering spaces. Undercover Foundation agents infiltrated SCP-5682 and found substantive anomalous activity. On July 19th, Foundation agents collaborated with UIU agents to raid SCP-5682-β and bring all adherents of SCP-5682 into custody. The raid was conducted without casualties for any party. Multiple anomalies were covered in the process. In the aftermath, SCP-5682-α could not be located. The house in which it was alleged to have been staying in caught on fire during the raid and burned to the ground. Multiple members of the cult have claimed that SCP-5682-α "ascended to the higher plane", but there is no evidence to support this claim. If true, SCP-5682-α would be the only member of SCP-5682 to have successfully done so. Anomalous Objects Associated With SCP-5682 The following are a collection of anomalous objects and phenomena that were discovered within SCP-5682-β after the 1968 Foundation/UIU raid. The majority of these anomalous phenomena are believed to have been created by SCP-5682-α personally, but a small number are believed to be indirectly created by the interaction of other anomalies. Designation Description Notes AO-5682-1 Stockpile of LSD (5,000g). Chemically identical to non-anomalous LSD. Causes hallucinations which typically feature loud sounds, patterns and geometric tessellations. Hallucinations are remarkably consistent between users and different from traditional LSD samples. Used by SCP-5682 as the primary method of seeing the "higher plane of existence" and as an entheogen. Usage was common throughout SCP-5682. AO-5682-2 Anomalous strain of marijuana. Chemically and genetically identical to non-anomalous marijuana, although flowers are a different color purple than most strains. Mild mnestic properties when consumed, similar to teùkoka. Secondary to usage of AO-5682-1, although also common recreationally within SCP-5682. AO-5682-3 Serrated knife with a fractally defined edge. Edge of the knife is therefore infinitely sharp and does not possess a conclusive point. No evidence of usage within SCP-5682. According to testimony, proved sharper than expected. AO-5682-4 Printed copies of an excerpt from SCP-5682-α's dream journal. Upon reading a copy, the next dream the reader has shall be identical to the events detailed within AO-5682-4. Dream encompasses an encounter with a sapient entity that resides within the higher plane of existence. Contents of the dream are frequently described as mildly disturbing by individuals who are not already familiar with SCP-5682. Was only provided to long-term adherents. AO-5682-5 Large tent that, when erected, causes spacial anomalies within its interior. These include the disappearance and manifestation of small objects, the appearance of patterns of light, and quiet sounds reminiscent of whispering. Used by SCP-5682 as a meeting place and discussion. Was believed to be the closest place to the higher plane. AO-5682-6 Small visual anomaly nested within a hole in a plank of wood. Visual anomaly reminiscent of kaleidoscope patterns. Effect is only visual; objects pass through with no effect. Known to have been spontaneously generated by members of SCP-5682, with no involvement by SCP-5682-α directly. Led to conclusion that SCP-5682 had become anomalous and capable of creating anomalies. AO-5682-7 An sixth-dimensional shape partially embedded within baseline reality. Conforms to standard models for higher-dimensional shapes in lower-dimensional planes. Was rotated along a higher dimension axis during raid, and further attempts at manipulating it along this axis have been unsuccessful. Used by SCP-5682 in several important religious rituals. The exact purpose within these practices is unknown, but was central to daily practice. Adherents refused to explain purpose. Interview Log: Charlie Kollwitz The following is an interview conducted with SCP-5682 adherent Charlie Kollwitz on July 20th, 1968, shortly following the raid upon SCP-5682-β. As with the raid itself, the interview was conducted with both Foundation (represented by Operative Blackwire) and Unusual Incidents Unit (represented by Special Agent Cassidy Powell) involvement. This particular interview focuses on the recruitment strategy of SCP-5682. Interview Transcript UIU Powell: Hello, Mr. Kollwitz. We need to ask you a few questions before we can let you go. You aren't in a lot of trouble, and if you just answer a few of our questions you'll be on your way shortly. SCP Blackwire: Keyword there being if. If you answer our questions. There could be complications if you don't cooperate with us. Kollwitz: Um. Yeah. Got it. SCP Blackwire: We want you to tell us about how you got into this cult. How you found out about them, how they made you a believer, got you to move to the middle of nowhere Washington, all of that. Kollwitz: It's not a cult. It was a commune. We might have had and — hold on, who are you? She's an FBI agent — but you don't have the badge. UIU Powell: I think my friend from the CIA here might have came across as a bit too hostile. We just want to know a little about how the Manifold Temple got new members. Do you think you could tell us about that? Kollwitz: The CIA? Good god. Okay, I'll talk. UIU Powell: So how did you find out about the Manifold Temple? How did they get a kid like you to join up with them? Kollwitz: Well, I was visiting this buddy of mine a little south of here, at Reed College, and we're sitting around, and he tells me he's heard about this new source of acid. Supposed to be like nothing else. So we head on out there, down in Sellwood, and we get some of this stuff. UIU Powell: And this new source was connected to the temple? Kollwitz: Sure was. This was back in '65. We walked into the house and I was like "Woah, what's all this?", since the dealer had all this art from the Temple on his walls. The dealer offered us the acid for cheap — real cheap. Said he just wanted other people to feel what he had. His name is Sullivan, he's been living up here for the past year or two. SCP Blackwire: I'll run his name and see if we picked him up. Kollwitz: Right, right. Anyway, I take the acid with my Reedie friend. We're sitting in his old dorm room, and boom, it hits me. It wasn't like anything else I had ever done before, and I've done my share of acid. SCP Blackwire: Of course you have. Kollwitz: This hit like a freight train. It's not normally this intense - total sensory block out. Nothing but this one hallucination, which was just utter chaos, on every sense. Sight, sound, touch, taste. But I wasn't scared, in fact, I thought it was actually pretty calming. Now I know it was a holy vision, so that makes sense. UIU Powell: Interesting. Sounds like it would have been quite jarring. Kollwitz: And yet, despite the cacophony — the screaming, the crying, the sounds — there was a beauty to it all. Within the chaos, patterns. A joyous and wonderful song. It was nothing but beautiful. You should see it, if you can. SCP Blackwire: I'll pass. Drawing produced by Charlie Kollwitz. Kollwitz: And in between the chaos, there were beings. Angels, I think. Not sure what else they could be. And they're not really things you can explain, either. They're from the other plane, and they've got too many angles for our minds to really get them, y'know? I can try to draw you a picture but I don't know how good it'll be for you. UIU Powell: That'll be appreciated, if you could. For our records. Kollwitz: Right on. Well I see these angels, and it seems to me like they're saying "Charlie! Come to us! Join us!" And how could I refuse them? They were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I felt calm looking at them, just right. Everything made sense, despite nothing I was experiencing making sense. UIU Powell: Could be hard to say no. SCP Blackwire: Only takes a backbone. Kollwitz: Anyway, the trip comes down. My Reedie buddy didn't really like the trip, but I was fascinated. Before I left Portland, I met up with the dealer again and got some more, and then he told me about this commune the Heavenly Manifold Temple was building. And I figured, well, I'm just bumming around the West Coast right now. Might go there next, why not? UIU Powell: And you decided to stay here, once you got here? Kollwitz: Sure did. I talked to some other friends on the way up here, and they didn't get what I had seen while on the trip. Didn't get why it was so inspiring for me. SCP Blackwire: Don't think I do either. Kollwitz: Exactly! But at the commune? Everyone got it. I wouldn't belong anywhere else. I just had to stay. UIU Powell: Could you tell me a little more about why it resonated with you? Kollwitz: Well, the way I see it… I'm in the chaos. It's scary, and it's disorienting. But the angel appears, and it's there, in the middle of all it, a part of it. But it's still calm, a part that doesn't fear the rest. And it hits me: you can't make the world calmer. You control the chaos, and you ride it. That's how you deal with the world. And Josiah said I got it. UIU Powell: Thank you, Mr. Kollwitz. I think that concludes this round of questioning, for the moment. Kollwitz was administered the standard amnestic therapy regimen — as with all other adherents of SCP-5682 — following this interview. Unusual Incidents Unit Records The following document concerning SCP-5682 and the Foundation/UIU raid was given to the Foundation by the Unusual Incidents Unit and is included here for posterity. UNUSUAL INCIDENTS UNIT Intelligence Briefing: Heavenly Manifold Temple The "Heavenly Manifold Temple", located in Yakima County, Washington, was responsible for supplying a large amount of the LSD and marijuana in circulation on the West Coast, and was placed under investigation by the Department of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. They discovered substantial evidence of criminal activity, although no evidence of anomalous activity. A search warrant was obtained for this purpose. It was not until the Foundation contacted the Unusual Incidents Unit that evidence of anomalous activity was discovered, providing information about the anomalies present at the Heavenly Manifold Temple. The UIU then forwarded this information to the ATF. The Department of Anomalous Drugs and Ordnance, the branch of the ATF that handles anomalous matters, concluded it was severely understaffed to handle such a matter, and returned the case to the UIU. The UIU performed a joint operation with the Foundation to raid the Heavenly Manifold Temple complex. As the commune was known to be mostly non-violent, it was decided that the action would merely consist of the presentation of the search warrant, and then arresting members of the commune following the confirmation of the discovery of drugs/paraphernalia. The decision to arrest all members of the commune was encouraged by the Foundation. At noon on July 19th, the combined UIU/Foundation agents arrived at the Heavenly Manifold Temple. The warrant was presented at the boundary of the commune, and the agents were allowed access into the complex. Substantial evidence of criminal activity was quickly found following this entry, and agents began to arrest members of the commune. Almost all members of the commune complied with the orders given to them by directing UIU agents, and were placed into joint custody. A small number of members attempted to resist arrest, but were quickly brought under control and also placed into custody. However, shortly after the UIU/Foundation agents entered the commune, a fire broke out in the main building of the commune, which was identified as the residence of Josiah Thornettle (leader of the Heavenly Manifest Temple) and several senior members of the commune. The cause of this fire remains unknown, but internal investigation has determined that the UIU was not responsible, as all agents were stationed at the front entrance or outside of the commune at the time. Agent Stone attempted to enter the building during this time, in order to find Josiah Thornettle. His testimony is transcribed below: I saw that the main building had caught fire, and one of the cult members next to me screamed that was where their leader was. Because we were all outside of the complex at the time, I knew the fire either had to be an accident or an intentional sabotage on the part of the temple. In either case, we would need to get in and rescue anyone inside. I rushed forward, and entered. It hadn't substantially caught fire yet, but I could hear some muffled voices from the upstairs. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but they seemed pretty calm. Which was weird, since the roof was on fire. I rushed up to the second floor, and as I bounded onto the landing, the voices stopped. There was this … well, it sounded almost like static, but it didn't sound mechanical. It sounded spoken, if that makes sense. I rushed to the room where the sounds were coming from, and slammed into the door. Nobody was inside. I must have gotten the wrong room. I looked back into the hallway, and the smoke and fire was getting too much. I couldn't stay in the house any longer. Due to the placement of the main building, the fire was self-contained and did not spread to other buildings/structures within the commune. After the flames had extinguished, the ashes were thoroughly searched: no human remains or bones were discovered. It is not believed any individuals were within the main building at the time it caught fire. Josiah Thornettle has not been found, and is presumed at large. Interview Log: Shanon Church Shanon Church was one of the most senior members of SCP-5682 and a direct associate of SCP-5682-α. She was not present at SCP-5682-β on July 19th, 1968, and thus managed to avoid being captured during the Foundation/UIU raid. However, she was apprehended in 1974 by the UIU and brought in for questioning concerning SCP-5682-α. Interview Transcript SCP Blackwire: Well, well, well. Look who it is. One of the cult leaders herself. We thought you burned to death with Thornettle. Church: Josiah didn't burn to death. He ascended into heaven, something that we can't just take for granted. The angels came and whisked him away, and him alone. He was always the closest to them. UIU Powell: We have difficulty believing that. It's awfully convenient for him to have disappeared at the exact moment when we were finally closing in on him. We finally get close, and then, and only then, does he vanish into the aether? Why not any sooner? Church: Josiah was the only one of us who could have, but he didn't want to go alone. He wanted to take us with him. He could have left any time earlier. But you came for his head. And now I am locked out of heaven, the only man who could have taken me forced to run. SCP Blackwire: Seems most likely he just burned to death. I mean, you weren't even there. Church: Did you find any bones? No, you wouldn't have. Because he ascended. UIU Powell: Putting that aside, what if he just wasn't there that day? And just went into hiding? SCP Blackwire: Like you. Church: Once the temple had been built, Josiah never left. He stayed with his people. It was his life's work. He ascended. I alone escaped. You destroyed everything he — we — had ever worked for. We were reaching for the fruit of salvation, and then you cut down the tree. SCP Blackwire: Salvation. Guess what? We know what you were dealing with. We call them [REDACTED] and they aren't fucking pretty. These are beings that [REDACTED]. If your boyfriend managed to get into their home at the end, he isn't alive anymore. Church: Ah, yes. The so-called [REDACTED]. Merely fear and superstition, perpetuated by people that do not understand the truth. It is common for the unenlightened to fear that which they do not understand. I know the angels could scare those that have not seen them before, but they are holy nonetheless. Tell me, Operative, have you ever experienced any of the revelations that we offered in the commune? Any of the enlightenment? SCP Blackwire: Have I willingly exposed myself to dangerous anomalies? No. Never. Church: You wouldn't get it, then? Would you? These things require faith. You have to take that first step into the water. SCP Blackwire: You aren't the first person to give me that line. Church: I wonder why? Maybe there's some truth to it? UIU Powell: Let's get back on track, shall we? The topic at hand is Josiah Thornettle and what happened to him. That's what we're here for, and we'd like if you could tell us about him, Ms. Church. Church: The answer is simple: Josiah performed a ritual only he himself was capable of achieving. It required the highest level of attunement with our beliefs to achieve, and he was the only one who came close. The rest of us were trying to get there, but never could. He was a prophet. He escaped into a higher plane, and abandoned this world. SCP Blackwire: I highly doubt he was a prophet of any stripe. Nothing he had was all that compelling. Church: You've only heard it all second hand. This was all direct. You need to see to believe. The visions had so many facets you'll inevitably miss some of them. SCP Blackwire: We haven't been able to find your plane, you know. Nothing has worked. We've tried knives that cut dimensions, technology that shouldn't exist, everything. Dead ends. Church: Interesting. I wouldn't know why that is, but I would hazard the guess that heaven resists heretics. You cannot break down the pearly gates. UIU Powell: Poetic. Ms. Church, I feel we are done here. Do you have anything else to add? Church: No. I know what I believe. And I know that you have barred me from those pearly gates. Only Josiah is with the angels. Following this interview, Church was given the same amnestic therapy regimen as other adherents of SCP-5682. Following her release from custody, she no longer practices SCP-5682 and has had no contact with any other anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5682" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5682. Licensed under CC-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: Thornettle.jpg Name: Ken Westerfield 1977 Author: Ken Westerfield License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Ken Westerfield 1977 Filename: higherlove.jpg Name: Hell0 Author: Nicholas Darinzo License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Desaturated from original. 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SCP-5683 | keter | Message Received: 01/02/2020 Subject Line: Again, congratulations Doctor Kristiansen, Congratulations again on your success with the Domesday Clock project. It was a magnificent accomplishment, and I can confirm that your name has been brought up favorably in our last meeting. In response to your query last we spoke — yes, we are still searching for an appropriate candidate for Director of Site-04 following Director Bray's retirement. Your name is on the list, but the Council still wishes for you to prove yourself capable a little more before we're prepared to make a final decision. We'd like for you to solve the SCP-5683 problem. The assignment's already been issued. Hoping you are well, O5-7 22122592 Item #: SCP-5683 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5683 is to be neutralized as soon as possible. In order to reduce the number of containment breaches, it is to be constantly dosed with a stream of sedatives — the chemical makeup of which is to be adjusted constantly in order to prevent SCP-5683 from adapting to it. In the event that these sedatives are unsuccessful in disabling SCP-5683, the containment chamber is to be immediately flooded with hydrochloric acid. All termination attempts must be approved by project head Doctor Kristiansen. Description: SCP-5683 is a large arachnid organism, capable of rapid regeneration and bodily modification. It is extremely hostile to all human life, and will constantly attempt to breach containment in order to engage in mass slaughter. This is usually performed via injection of venom using its mandibles and impalement using its legs. Although SCP-5683 has demonstrated the capability for basic reasoning and planning when hunting prey, it is not believed to possess human-level intelligence. When placed into a threatening situation, SCP-5683 will quickly adapt in order to become more resistant to whatever form of danger is being posed to it. These adaptations will persist until said danger is no longer present. Addendum 5683-1 (Termination Order): Due to frequent containment breaches and the increasing drain on Foundation resources brought about by SCP-5683's continued containment, a termination order on SCP-5683 has been issued. Termination will be overseen by the new project head, Dr. Kristiansen. The following is an archive of attempts to terminate SCP-5683, along with discussions regarding them: Discussion Log 5683-1 Subject of Discussion: Introduction of new project head, deliberation over initial termination attempts regarding SCP-5683. Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday. <Begin Log> Doctor Kristiansen: (sniffs) Do you smell something burning? Junior Researcher Silva: I'm told there's been a mild, ah, accident at the cafeteria earlier today, sir. I apologize. Doctor Kristiansen: I see, I see. (laughs) Hopefully we'll fare a little better than them, eh? (Laughter.) Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir! Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. Doctor Kristiansen: Right, yes, of course. So — SCP-5683. I've read the documentation, but I've always found accounts from those working with the anomaly can be much more helpful. Anything I should know? (Pause.) Researcher Hall: Well … I suppose… Doctor Kristiansen: Well? Out with it, man. Researcher Miles: It's smarter than it looks. If it spots a way to escape, it'll take it in an instant. Doctor Kristiansen: Well, maybe we can use that. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Anyone else? (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: (sighs) I won't lie, I expected more. For now, we're going to do some basic stress tests on the thing. Start off with tissue samples, then try it out on the genuine article. No point getting complicated if we can just kill it with fire, eh? Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir. <End Log> Termination Log 5683-1 Stimulus: Incineration at a temperature of 850 °C for a period of thirty seconds. Tissue Sample Results: Sample successfully incinerated without relapses. SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 thrashes and screeches upon introduction of heat for thirty seconds, before developing armored plating covered with an unknown substance that prevents combustion. Discussion Log 5683-2 Subject of Discussion: Further attempts to terminate SCP-5683. Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday. <Begin Log> Doctor Kristiansen: (sniffing) Jesus, that stinks. Another bad day for the cafeteria? Researcher Miles: Seems so. Apparently, we'll just have to bear with it. Junior Researcher Silva: Extremely sorry for the inconvenience, sir — and in regards to the last termination test, sir, I'm afraid it, well, was expected. Doctor Kristiansen: Thank you, Junior Researcher. I hope you didn't think I seriously believed that would work. It was a test to establish a baseline. (Pause.) Junior Researcher Silva: Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Doctor Kristiansen: And lose the 'sir'. Junior Researcher Silva: Sorry, sir. Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. Doctor Kristiansen: Yes, yes, of course. I've contacted the O5 Council and requested the use of some anomalous substances to aid with termination — not anomalous enough to qualify for containment, but anomalous enough to help us out here. Probably less toxic than whatever they've got in that cafeteria, too. (Laughter.) Researcher Hall: Nice one. Doctor Kristiansen: Thank you. Junior Researcher Silva: Just for logging purposes, sir, may I inquire about the specific substances we're shipping in? Doctor Kristiansen: Of course. Y220, Y835 and Y436. I'm told they should be arriving within the week — I expect each would be enough to do the job, but it's best to hedge our bets. This spider doesn't compare to the lizard, I'll tell you that. (Junior Researcher Silva smiles.) Junior Researcher Silva: You've worked with the lizard, sir? When was that, if you don't mind me asking, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: Um, well, a few years back, I suppose — we had a containment breach back then. It … (frowns) … it wasn't pleasant. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Anyway, Y220, Y835 and Y436. Get that logged. Junior Researcher Silva: Excellent choice, sir. Researcher Hall: Fantastic work. Researcher Miles: Magnificent. <End Log> Termination Log 5683-2 Stimulus: Y220 Tissue Sample Results: Sample successfully converted into glass, which then violently explodes. SCP-5683 Results: 80% of SCP-5683's body converted into glass within nine seconds, which then violently explodes. Regeneration increases in speed until SCP-5683 is completely healed within thirty seconds. Termination Log 5683-3 Stimulus: Y835 Tissue Sample Results: Sample splits into two independent organisms, which then kill each other through mutual injection of venom. SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 splits into two entities, SCP-5683-1 and SCP-5683-2, which then inject each other with their venom. SCP-5683-2 perishes near-instantly, but SCP-5683-1 adapts an immunity to the venom and survives. SCP-5683-1 then consumes SCP-5683-2 to regain lost mass. Termination Log 5683-4 Stimulus: Y436 Tissue Sample Results: Sample is reduced to a fine mist. SCP-5683 Results: SCP-5683 is reduced to a fine mist. All lights in the facility turn off — when they reactivate three seconds later, SCP-5683 has fully regenerated. Discussion Log 5683-3 Subject of Discussion: Termination of SCP-5683. Personnel Present: Doctor Kristiansen, Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall, Junior Researcher Silva, Security Chief Aday. <Begin Log> (Doctor Kristiansen kicks his chair angrily. It falls to the floor.) Doctor Kristiansen: The file says adaptation, right? A-dap-tat-ion. Coming back to life when the lights turn out is not adaptation, it's some magic bullshit! Junior Researcher Silva: Please calm down, sir. Doctor Kristiansen: Silva, I swear to God. Junior Researcher Silva: Sorry, sir. (Doctor Kristiansen sighs, picks his chair up, and sits down.) Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: I'm requisitioning Y910. (Pause.) Researcher Hall: (slowly) That's a little … Researcher Miles: Are you sure about that, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: Yes. I am absolutely sure about it. If the GOC can use it to poison gods, I think it can take care of one giant spider. Junior Researcher Silva: But, sir… (Doctor Kristiansen stands up.) Doctor Kristiansen: But nothing! And, and another thing — we're losing the tissue test! The O5's will replace Bray soon, and I'm not going to be sitting around wasting time! (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: (sighs) I'll … I'll take full responsibility for the decision. (Everyone in the room turns to look at Doctor Kristiansen.) Junior Researcher Silva: You will, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: Should anything go wrong, yes. Junior Researcher Silva: Very good, sir! Very good! (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Well, uh. Get preparations underway. Researcher Hall: Of course. (Doctor Kristiansen walks to the door and leaves the room.) (Laughter.) <End Log> Termination Log 5683-4 Stimulus: Y910 SCP-5683 Results: Energizing response. Containment breach in progress. <Begin Log> (Doctor Kristiansen and Junior Researcher Silva run into the secure bunker. Doctor Kristiansen seals the door behind them, then slumps against the wall.) Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) This isn't happening. This isn't happening. (Pause. Doctor Kristiansen looks up and sniffs.) Doctor Kristiansen: Oh Jesus, what's that smell?! Junior Researcher Silva: It must have … it must have gotten to the reactor, sir. I'm so sorry, sir — this is all my fault. Doctor Kristiansen: Your fault? How so? What did you do? (Pause. Doctor Kristiansen stands up.) Doctor Kristiansen: What the fuck did you do?! Junior Researcher Silva: I … it's my job sir, my duty, to oppose actions that — actions that I believe are ill-advised. I didn't do that for you, sir. I'm sorry. Doctor Kristiansen: Yes. Yes! (Doctor Kristiansen approaches Junior Researcher Silva and jabs a finger into his chest.) Doctor Kristiansen: Do you know how many people have died because you couldn't do your job? Because you refused to? Junior Researcher Silva: (crying) I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, sir. But … you're the one, sir! You wanted to use Y910! You wouldn't listen, sir! (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) Are you trying to make me your scapegoat, Silva? (Junior Researcher Silva shakes his head.) Junior Researcher Silva: (crying) I'm not … I'm not, sir … but there are procedures, sir, for a — for a reason. The tissue sample … you must admit, even a little — Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) When we get out of here, I am going to tell the Council the truth about what happened here. The truth about what you've done. Junior Researcher Silva: But… Doctor Kristiansen: Shut your fucking mouth, Silva. (Pause.) Junior Researcher Silva: But, sir — with all due respect — I don't think that will be possible. Doctor Kristiansen: What do you mean? Junior Researcher Silva: This chamber, sir … it isn't nearly strong enough to survive the reactor overloading, I'm afraid. (Doctor Kristiansen staggers backwards, head in his hands.) Doctor Kristiansen: Shit. No, no, no no no, shit. (Pause. Junior Researcher Silva sits in the corner.) Junior Researcher Silva: I shouldn't have led us here, sir — Doctor Kristiansen: No, you shouldn't have. Junior Researcher Silva: — but, and this is with all due respect to your countless accomplishments, sir, you … you must admit some personal responsibility. (Doctor Kristiansen turns to Junior Researcher Silva.) Doctor Kristiansen: (screaming) Shut the fuck up! Stop talking about whose fault this is! What the hell is the matter with you?! (Loud banging is heard against the bunker door. Doctor Kristiansen yelps and retreats to the back wall.) Doctor Kristiansen: No, no, no! Please! Please! (Junior Researcher Silva stands in front of Doctor Kristiansen. The bunker door is ripped open, revealing SCP-5683 standing behind it. It moves inside, screeching.) Junior Researcher Silva: Sir, I'll — I'll occupy it! Please, run! (Pause.) (Doctor Kristiansen pushes Junior Researcher Silva towards SCP-5683 and prepares to run.) (SCP-5683 disappears.) Doctor Kristiansen: I — I — wha…? (Junior Researcher Silva turns towards Doctor Kristiansen.) Junior Researcher Silva: Disappointing, sir. Extremely disappointing. Doctor Kristiansen: What? (Researcher Miles, Researcher Hall and Security Chief Aday enter the bunker through the torn-open door. Doctor Kristiansen again approaches the back wall.) Doctor Kristiansen: What's going on? What happened to 5683? Junior Researcher Silva: I'm afraid, sir, that there's little reason in keeping a dummy around once it's served its purpose. Doctor Kristiansen: Its … its purpose? What are you talking about, man?! Junior Researcher Silva: As a substitute, sir. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: I don't… Junior Researcher Silva: You mentioned you worked with a lizard, sir. That there was a containment breach. If you don't terribly mind me asking, how did you escape that situation? It seemed quite lethal, didn't it? (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: …where am I? Researcher Hall: Don't ask pointless questions. Researcher Miles: Don't ask questions you know the answer to. (Pause. Doctor Kristiansen turns to Junior Researcher Silva.) Doctor Kristiansen: (hoarse) Who are you people? Junior Researcher Silva: We are the Jury, sir. Your Jury. And I'm afraid you've disgraced yourself quite horribly once again. (Pause.) Junior Researcher Silva: Would you like me to clarify anything for you, sir? Doctor Kristiansen: (quietly) How long have I been here? Junior Researcher Silva: A considerable amount of time, sir. Doctor Kristiansen: How much … how much longer will I be here? Junior Researcher Silva: Until you take responsibility, sir. (Doctor Kristiansen moves into the corner, shaking.) Doctor Kristiansen: This is … this is my fault. Researcher Miles: You say it, but you don't mean it. Researcher Hall: You don't mean the things you say. (Pause.) Doctor Kristiansen: Please. I'm sorry. Security Chief Aday: If we could get down to business. Junior Researcher Silva: Of course. (Pause — then Doctor Kristiansen runs for the open door. Before he can reach it, however, a black iron chain appears from around the corner and wraps itself around his throat.) Doctor Kristiansen: No, no, no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! (The chain pulls Doctor Kristiansen out the door and around the corner at extremely high speeds — it proceeds to drag him out of the complex, slamming him into every wall as it passes a corner.) Doctor Kristiansen: It's not my fault! It's not my fault! (The floor and walls drop away, revealing what is behind them. There is a great deal of blood. There is a great deal of fire. There is a great deal of suffering. There is a terrible stench.) (Laughter.) (Laughter.) (Laughter.) (Doctor Kristiansen starts screaming, and never really stops.) <End Log> Message Received: 01/02/2020 Subject Line: Again, congratulations Doctor Kristiansen, Congratulations again on your success with the Domesday Clock project. It was a magnificent accomplishment, and I can confirm that your name has been brought up favorably in our last meeting. In response to your query last we spoke — yes, we are still searching for an appropriate candidate for Director of Site-04 following Director Bray's retirement. Your name is on the list, but the Council still wishes for you to prove yourself capable a little more before we're prepared to make a final decision. We'd like for you to solve the SCP-5683 problem. The assignment's already been issued. Hoping you are well, O5-7 22122593 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5683" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5683. Licensed under CC-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-5684 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5684 Special Containment Procedures: Currently, all activity that may be related to SCP-5684 or any of its instances must be monitored. Description: SCP-5684 is the designation given to an event that occurs every November 19, in which two light beams1 colored bluish and purple, respectively, make an appearance in multiple areas of the world, both pointing towards the Moon when activated regardless of Earth's logical rotation. The following is a table showing SCP-5684's most frequent spawning areas. Date Location of SCP-5684-A Location of SCP-5684-B Notes November 19; 2026, 2027, 2028 and 2029 Madrid, Spain Mexico; exact location undetermined N/A November 19; 2030, 2031 and 2032 Osaka, Japan Philippines; exact location undetermined N/A November 19; 2033, 2034 and 2035 Norway; exact location undetermined Berlin, Germany N/A November 19; 2036, 2037 and 2038 Copenhagen, Denmark Aarhus, Denmark N/A November 19, 2039 Sevilla, Spain Sevilla, Spain See Addendum 5684/1 It is completely unknown what generates SCP-5684 and how it has the ability to activate in areas that have been invaded by SCP-ES-244, not being affected in any way by the said anomaly. It should be noted that the lighting generated by both SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B, despite illuminating a large part of the satellite, has never affected and/or targeted Selene-Site-129. In 2039, SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B jointly targeted Selene-Site-129, causing an anomalous effect on personnel found on the upper floor of it. (See Document 5684/1 for more information) Addendum 5684/1: Update 11/19/2039 ++ Review Documentation [LEVEL 3 OR HIGHER] -- Access Granted SELENE-SITE-129 REPORT On November 19, 2039, SCP-5684 and SCP-5684-B appeared in the same location, this being in Spain, at 19:00 AM in that country, where it is presumably believed to have once been Seville. Once activated, they both targeted Selene-Site-129. We do not yet know at the time of writing this document why both instances carried out this action, although we do not know whether they were conscious or not from the beginning, and surely, we will probably never know. However, when that event occurred, staff members sleeping in each other's assigned rooms on the upper floor described that as SCP-5684 struck the facility with blinding splendor, they felt a shocking warmth and happy feeling. A feeling that was widely described as "similar to when a friend of yours achieves something that he wanted for a long time." In addition, the staff who were awake at the time felt a joyful feeling, one that lasted throughout the next month. Additionally, not only did this occur but after the event, some 200 meters from Selene-Site-129, a monolith of a mineral similar to common amethyst could be found. Once we went exploring and checked the perimeter, it was possible to see that there was something inscribed on the figure that read: To my love, a coin. For my love, I'd give my life. For my love, I'd reach the moon. And with my love, forever I'll stay. There have been no further incidents. SCP-5684 is considered neutralized. — Res. Maia Ross. Footnotes 1. As of now, SCP-5684-A and SCP-5684-B. |
SCP-5685 | safe | The location of Provisional Site-100. Item #: SCP-5685 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-100 has been established around SCP-5685 to assist in containment. Every Friday, three members of MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") are to be present on site to ensure that the apparitions manifesting around SCP-5685 do not harm on-site personnel or enter a human settlement. Description: SCP-5685 is an Airstream motorhome located in an unpopulated area of the Gobi Desert in Mongolia. On Fridays, at UTC 12:00 am, SCP-5685 will begin to emit sounds in a rhythmic, musical pattern up to 120 dB and produce a variety of colored lights from its windows. As this occurs, 20 to 30 Class-I apparitions will manifest around SCP-5685 armed with picket signs, baseball bats, fruit, and toilet paper1. The apparitions will then proceed to vocalize, shouting obscenities and other derogatory statements, while throwing objects towards SCP-5685. Due to the apparition's focus on SCP-5685, they will not willingly move away from it and will typically ignore Foundation personnel. At 6:00 am, SCP-5685 will return to its original state and the apparitions will demanifest. All attempts to examine the interior of SCP-5685 by forced entry or relocate the anomaly have failed. 5685-UPDATE-1: On December 13th, 1996, a Class-II apparition, identified as PoI-6852, stood on top of SCP-5685 and claimed that Foundation personnel were responsible for its inability to access SCP-5685. How PoI-685 manifested near SCP-5685 without Foundation personnel knowing is currently unknown and is being investigated. The transcript is below: Incident Log-01 «BEGIN LOG» PoI-685: Hello. Hello? I said hello! The Class-I apparitions simultaneously turn towards PoI-685. PoI-685: Good, good. Now that I got your attention, I want to ask you, why are you here? Unknown Voice 1: My wife leaked my porn collection to my entire family when I died, and now I'm forever shamed and can't pass on. PoI-685: Um, nice story. But I'm asking you all why you're all here at this spot, not still here-here. Get it? I'll tell you why! It's because you all wanna get down and throw the biggest party the whole damn afterlife has ever seen! I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voices, feel it in all of your, uh… souls? You want the music, the drinks, the lights, the excitement your wispy wishy-washy ghostly vessels deprived from you. Name one other place that'll give you that - just one! - Yeah, that's right, there is none. The group of apparitions begins to mummer and whisper to each other. PoI-685: And do you know why we can't get in? Because those assholes inside decided we weren't good enough! They say we'll 'ruin the feel'! That is some grade-A bullshit right there. They're just a bunch of selfish good-for-nothings. I won't have it and you shouldn't either! But that's not the end of it. No siree, those eggheads in those fancy coats in the back, behind you, right there, can't miss them. Really, please, just turn around. Several apparations observe Junior Researcher Richard eating from a bag of chips. Once Researcher Richard notices this, he retreats to Provisional Site-100. PoI-685: See that? Why would they run? Because they're part of it, that's why. That's why they here—to keep us out! Want to know what I say we should do? I think we should mess them up real good and make sure they don't show their sorry asses around here again! George Washington once said "Give us death or give us punch", and since they can't give us death, I want the fucking punch right now! Am I right, or am I right? Unknow Voice 2: He's right! I was there when George Washington said it. PoI-685: That's what I'm talking about, man! Come up here and give me a high-five! A Class-I apparition levitates above SCP-5685 and gives PoI-685 a high five. PoI-685: So we won't stop until we get what we want, right? The apparitions shout in agreement. PoI-685: Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! The apparitions begin to smash their signs against SCP-5685, which they then turn into plasma and demanifest. The apparitions then begin to proceed towards Provisional Site-100 repeating the phrase "Give me death or give me punch!". PoI-685: Yeah, that's right! That's right. «END LOG» PoI-685 circa 1983. As Provisional Site-100 was assaulted by 26 Class-I apparations, PoI-685 separated from the group and disappeared from view. MTF Mu-13 was deployed to engage and disperse the apparitions. After this event, the apparitions were observed to be more hostile towards Foundation personnel. 5685-UPDATE-2: At 2:00 AM on December 27th, 1996, a circle about fifty meters in diameter with various thaumaturgic symbols inscribed inside its perimeter appeared around SCP-5685. PoI-685 was observed giving a speech to several apparitions while standing on top of SCP-5685, accompanied by an approximately three-meter tall humanoid with red skin and caprine features dressed in a formal black suit that was carrying several documents. Samuel Bond, Head Researcher of SCP-5685, confronted PoI-685 from 15 meters away through a megaphone while secured inside a vehicle. The transcript of their exchange is below: Incident Log-02 «BEGIN LOG» As the vehicle approaches, PoI-685 ceases talking and turns towards Bond. PoI-685: So that's why I need a tenth of your soul—Why, hello there! Wait, that's you, isn't it? Sammy! How long has it been since we last met? Must have been awhile. I thought you were still working for good ole America. Bond: How did you even get here? The last time I saw you, you were screaming like a banshee when you went to Hell. PoI-685: I did, but as you can see, I'm still looking peachy! Made some same new friends while I was there, too. You see folks, me and him go way back. Unknown Voice 1: Why you acting so friendly with him? You said we couldn't trust those eggheads! PoI-685: And who said I do trust him? I'm just doing what they always say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Ain't that right, buddy? Bond: I'm not your buddy. PoI-685: Sure you're not. So what do you want, my old fleshy friend? Bond: What is your game here, Samthems? Do you really think I let you do whatever you please? This isn't like 84', I can put you in a box quicker than you can run that mouth of yours. PoI-685: Sheeesh. This new job of yours must have you even angrier than you were before. I'm just here talking to my brothers and sisters on what our next plan for liberation is! Bond: And that is? PoI-685: We're going to make our own city! With its own rides, stores, casinos, and everything. And, of course, me as their leader. Unknown Voice 2: Yeah! I want a carousel! PoI-685: And you're going to get it! Bond: And I assume it is going to be the help of that demon beside you, right? The Caprine entity bends down and whispers into the ear of PoI-685. PoI-685: Um, that's classified. Just know I have friends, friends in low places. And they're going help us stick it to the man upstairs. Unknown Voice 3: Yeah, about that, though. I like my soul, and we don't have any money. Bond: Of course you don't. He's a liar, he's just using you for who knows what. In fact, you all need to leave this place, now. This man brings nothing but bad news, trust me. PoI-685 throws a stack of money towards an apparition. PoI-685: A little piece of your being taken wouldn't hurt if you got some money! Now would a liar give his people some compensation? Bond: Yes! That's exactly what they'd do. PoI-685: Then why would this fine gentleman beside me associate with me. Bond: It's a demon! PoI-685: Wow! Judging people because of what they are? Shame! Unknown Voice 3: Yeah, shame on you! Unknown Voice 1: We don't want your kind here! Git on out! Git! Bond: Listen, he's— Unknown Voice 4: Shame! The crowd of apparitions begins to shout "Shame" repeatedly until Bond leaves the area. PoI-685: Yo, how long would it take for [pointing upwards] to find out about this? Caprine entity: I don't know. PoI-685: Great. «END LOG» Every Friday since this incident, PoI-685 has manifested with a podium on top of SCP-5685 with the caprine entity at their side. Upon manifesting, PoI-685 will began to give speeches on topics about injustice, courage, piety, and the economics of a soul. Subsequently, the number of apparitions manifesting around SCP-5685 has increased with each consecutive Friday, reaching a population of 112 instances carrying objects3 bearing PoI-685’s face. When a Class-I apparition was captured during one of these events and questioned on why they are supporting PoI-685 in their goal they stated: He's going to get us what we want, bitch! That's right, we're going to build our own shit in front of their shit and see how they like being kept from things. Yeah! So I got to give a part of my soul, it'll all be worth it in the end. How do I know? He said so, that's how! Wait, hold up, what is that? What the fuck are you guys about to do? [Extraneous Information Cut] Head Researcher Samuel Bond then initiated several campaigns to discredit PoI-685 by using the information of their past actions, albeit changed and dramatized to prevent an informational breach. However, this has resulted in Bond being declared as a "clown" by the apparitions that manifested around SCP-5685 - who now yell at him whenever he appears around them. On the last campaign, when Bond was forced to leave after excrement of an unknown entity was thrown at him, the circle around SCP-5685 began to illuminate for several minutes until 450 Class-I apparitions, 312 humanoid demonic entities, a Ferris wheel, five roller coasters, two twenty-story hotels, several entertainment centers, a 100-meter ta tall golden building with a neon sign in the shape of PoI-685's face on its side, and a 500 meter in diameter wall with a five-meter tall golden gate surrounding the objects manifested around SCP-5685. A section of SCP-5685-1. These structures were collectively designated as SCP-5685-1. A group of 30 four-meter tall winged reptilian demonic entities were positioned around SCP-5685-1 and would attack any Foundation personnel that approached it. Provisional Site-100 was spatially relocated 1,000 meters away by unknown means during this event. No missing persons or casualties. Head Researcher Samuel Bond called an emergency meeting with Director of Thaumatic Site-100 (Alexander Lamb) and Head Captain of MTF Mu-13 (John Macleod) to discuss future containment of SCP-5685 and PoI-685. The transcript is below: «BEGIN LOG» Bond: We are in trouble. Through unforeseeable events, the apparitions that manifest around SCP-5685 have organized themselves with demonic guards and… amusement rides. They even extended their manifestation time, somehow. We believe this is the cause of this apparition, Douglas Samthems, that they were able to accomplish this. He claimed to be from another dimension and committed several paranormal crimes in the 1980s. We thought he was self-contained in Hell after his last outburst, but we were clearly wrong. Lamb: Weren't you with the UIU when we stopped them? Why didn't you request reinforcements to get him contained earlier if he was this much of a nuisance? Bond: He was mostly harmless, especially since his partner was captured. I didn't think it would get this bad this quickly. Besides, we could have used resources for something more grave than a motorhome at the time. Lamb: Like your speeches against him. Because I saw them, and they're sure ain't pretty. One part screaming two parts complaining. Bond: Sir, If you have seen them, then you know I did my best. That man has a talent with comes to situations like these. In fact, when I first encountered— Lamb: I didn't ask for an explanation. Macleod: If I may interject, I still don't really know why I am here. Bond: To capture Douglas, the ghost! Macleod: Yeah, but I can't do that when there are demons outside that'll breathe fire at us the moment we get six feet near them. If you have a girl that appears in mirrors and writes on walls with blood and feces, we're the guys to call. But this, hell no. My momma raised no fool. Bond: So you're telling me you can't do your one job—bust ghosts? Macleod: Listen, if you think we're going tussle with five-hundred pounds of demonic muscle you need a mental check! Get real. Lamb: Enough! We need to focus on the situation at hand. Samuel and the ghost man are clearly responsible for this, so we're just going to have to form a plan to get rid of the demons, and then take out the kingpin. Agent Willet, visually distressed, comes inside the meeting room. Willet: A huge entity just appeared in the sky in front of the buildings in SCP-5685-1! Bond: How? What is it? Willet: I don't know, but it's calling for you, sir. Bond: And? Why would I go there because it said my name? Willet: They say they're the sword of God. Bond: What? Willet: And they sound pissed. «END LOG» At 7:00 am, a ten-meter tall, luminescent, multi-winged humanoid descended from the sky and levitated in front of the largest building in SCP-5685-1. PoI-685 was observed on top of the building waving a pole with a white flag attached to it and wearing several crosses. An assembly of eight Foundation personnel was deployed and given aerial transport to assist with the situation. This operation was lead by Samuel Bond due to his experience with PoI-685 and expertise with demonic and spectral entities. It is to note that deployment was not interfered with by the demonic entities surrounding SCP-5685-1. Incident Log-03 «BEGIN LOG» As the helicopter carrying Samuel Bond lowers on the roof of the targetted building, multiple apparitions4can be seen surrounding PoI-685. Bond: Samthem, what in the lor— PoI-685: I wouldn't say that right now if I was you. My new guest in front of us is a bit sensitive to that type of language. Bond: What have you done? PoI-685: It's more of what have we done situation now. You and I and are getting judged, buddy! Bond: Judged? Judged on what? Winged Humanoid: Douglas Ventile Samthems of the unknown worlds and Samuel Bond of Earth, you are both found guilty on all accounts of producing reckless noise around one of thy's many Providences! You have five cycles to cease all activities and leave thy's land or accept thy consequences. Bond: Me? I am one who tried to stop him from being around your "Providence". Winged Humanoid: Lies! Were you not the one who participated in the acts of debate with Samthems? Bond: What? Winged Humanoid: Were you not the one who perpetrated the encouragement of protest against thyself? Bond: That wasn't on purpose! Winged Humanoid: Silence! Your lips drip nothing but venom and untruths. You are guilty! Bond: Guilty? PoI-685: He got you there, Sammy. But don't worry, this'll be over in a second. Excuse me, you, who stands on top of those who are below. The only reason you are having so much noise outside your place is that you wouldn't let all these kind folks around me enter it. Besides, who uses an RV for a Providence? You're just asking for junkies. Unknown Voice 1: Yeah— PoI-685: Shutup, I'm talking. So yeah, this can all end if you just open your doors and let us have fun for a few millennia. Winged humanoid: Irrevelant! Judgment has already been placed, there is no— PoI-685: Or you could just let us stay and have our little place for ourselves. I have a permit from H.E. double L. And one of the big shots there has taken a liking to this place, so I'd be careful if I was you. Don't want to mess with their bottom line. Winged humanoid: Blasphemy! To think we of the High Order would take the writings of that place as legitimate is absurd! They deal in trickery, we deal in re— PoI-685: Woah! Read before you judge, my friend, I promise it has more than you think. The winged humanoid levitates down as PoI-685 produces a document from his back pocket and gives it to them. After several minutes of reading, it speaks. Winged Humanoid: And this includes the capital and [Illegible] that will go through your domain? PoI-685: You betcha!! Winged humanoid: And the food? PoI-685: If you so choose to dine. Winged Humanoid: Understood! I will bring this new information to the Supreme one. You are allowed to exist around thy's providence for now! The winged humanoid begins to glow brightly before forming into a sphere and accelerating upwards into the sky before disappearing from all view. Bond: The hell did you do? PoI-685: Sammy, the same thing I'm going to do with you. Make a deal! «END LOG» 5685-UPDATE-3: Due to the elongated manifestation time of SCP-5685-15 and the increased presence of Abrahamic entities after Incident-03, Provisional Site-100 has been transformed into Site-78 to accommodate its new function. An agreement for dealing with SCP-5685-1 has been made with PoI-685, which includes the following details: Selected Foundation personnel may enter, monitor, or apprehend guests and residents of SCP-5685-1 that are considered Persons of Interest and are not affiliated with PoI-685's inner circle. Foundation personnel will not display open hostility towards the populace of SCP-5685-1. Foundation personnel will help in the advertisement of SCP-5685-1 inside the anomalous spectral community to ensure its effectiveness and longevity. For a full list, see SCP-5685 Treaty Vol.1. A conference meeting was shortly held after it's an inscription with PoI-685, Alexander Lamb, and Samuel Bond to solidly the agreement. «BEGIN LOG» Foreword: The meeting was held in a secluded area near Site-78. It consisted of Samuel Bond, PoI-685, and Alexander Lamb via a digital monitor. Lamb: So is that all you have to tell me, Douglas? PoI-685: You set up your little surveillance unit in my town and catch whoever's on your blacklist or whatever you call it, and I'll make sure nobody interferes with your business. Only if you make sure nobody messes with mine. Lamb: And? PoI-685: Five percent of all my profits go to you. Satisfied? Bond: This is ridiculous. This is him we are talking about! He almost killed hundreds in '84. He almost killed me! Who even knows if this "town" of his would even work! PoI-685: I didn't almost kill you—I was closer than that. And, besides, with the deals I made, there's no way this place won't be booming. And I would never try to you hurt you folks. Scouts honor. Bond: We can't accept this. I won't accept it! Lamb: You're going have to deal with it, Director. This did happen on your watch, or have you forgotten that? Bond: I have already explained myself. We are caught between a deal between Heaven and Hell, we can't afford to trust someone like him in this matter. Lamb: We don't need trust from him if you do your job right. PoI-685: I agree, trust is overrated. Bond: I just can't believe it. PoI-685: When you think about it really hard, they're all of them are the same, really. You just need to find out what they want, like I did you to you. You got to look in the future, Sammy, we are all trying to make things work here. So what about it? [Extends their hand towards Bond.] PoI-685: Partners? Bond: Fuck you. «END LOG» Site Director Samuel Bond is to assist in the longevity and success of this agreement. Footnotes 1. Due to the wide variety of Class I apparations and their independence from SCP-5685, they will not be given an SCP designation. 2. A.K.A. Douglas Samthems. Given PoI status after various paranormal crimes that involve several hostile encounters with GoI-06 ("Unusual Incidents Unit") through 1980 to 1984. 3. Shirts, signs, hats, mugs, etc. 4. Carrying various signs and shirts with PoI-685 face with the words "Fight the man" on them. 5. Starting on Friday at 12:00 am and ending on Sunday at 12:00 am. |
SCP-5686 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5686 Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-5686 is to be kept from the public. Any schools of thought approaching the discovery of SCP-5686 are to be closely monitored. New discoveries of SCP-5686 are to be debased and their discoverers amnesticized. A file containing SCP-5686’s debut article is to be stored on any eligible researcher's devices. This article may be transferred via email attachments, but these emails must be permanently erased from the database within 48 hours, either manually or automatically. SCP-5686 is only to be internalized with approval. Description: SCP-5686 is an edible heuristic. SCP-5686 can be actualized through extended contemplation. While physically SCP-5686 occupies no space, nor contains any matter, it can be interacted with as a solid object of no discernible appearance. When in this state, SCP-5686 will disappear if it ceases to touch a human body. If ingested, subjects report a successful internalization of the method, and profess feeling capable of facing their fears. SCP-5686 ingestion has proven useful in treating chronic depression and anxiety disorders, as well as stress-related health issues. SCP-5686 is real if you want it to be. A heuristic is a process by which a human can "shortcut" their thinking, and thus create easier paths for problem solving. For example, the representativeness heuristic (debuting in Judgment Under Certainty: Heuristics & Biases by Amos Tversky and Daniel Kahneman, published in 1974) is the process by which the brain can assess what category an object might fit into based on its similarity to other objects in that group. SCP-5686 was first seen in a self-help magazine titled █████████ in 2002. The article introducing SCP-5686, written by A█████ D████ (PoI-5686), professed that SCP-5686 was "a necessary addition to the human mind — a shortcut to clarity in a cluttered world." It then called SCP-5686 the hope heuristic: a process by which the brain can assess what solution a fear might have based on the solutions to smaller, similar — and more familiar — problems. A█████ D████ claimed he knew that SCP-5686 was "unnatural", but could be easily learned and internalized. SCP-5686 is a method by which to feel calm. SCP-5686 fails to accommodate for edge-cases. There is no method by which to ingest SCP-5686 if the subject must be tube-fed nutrients, as it immediately disappears when not touching a human body. Similar complications to the digestive tracts of subjects have proven capable of negating SCP-5686’s calming effects. Nonetheless, before Foundation involvement, public response to SCP-5686 was overwhelmingly positive. A█████ D████ saw little criticism from public figures, and suffered only a few essay critiques from members of the psychological community, none of which gained traction. During the process of amnestic distribution and debasing claims of SCP-5686’s existence, it was found that a substantial number of SCP-5686’s most vocal supporters were incapable of ingesting SCP-5686 themselves. SCP-5686 is weightless. Though subjects claim to be able to feel and sometimes even see SCP-5686, it can not be measured. It has been found that subjects who know that SCP-5686 has no mass prior to ingestion may sometimes be incapable of experiencing its effects. If told after ingestion, subjects may feel empty. In rare cases, subjects may experience a violent reaction, often including vomiting and skin irritation. Those who successfully ingest SCP-5686 and are never made fully aware of SCP-5686’s properties usually experience genuine improvement of life circumstances through their own efforts. SCP-5686’s properties have so far been recorded to last as long as three decades (at which point the subject expired of heart failure). SCP-5686 only works on certain types of people. A█████ D████ was apprehended and questioned by the Foundation in 2003. When asked how he created SCP-5686, he instead said that he discovered it. A█████ D████ refused to elaborate on where. A█████ D████ confirmed that he had ingested SCP-5686, and experienced its beneficial properties. In an attempt to disinfect A█████ D████ before amnesticizing and releasing him, A█████ D████ was made aware of SCP-5686’s properties regarding weight, mass, and incompatibility. However, A█████ D████ did not report emptiness, nor did he experience a violent reaction. When asked how, A█████ D████ said that he was "aware of the difference between what is real and what is useful." SCP-5686 is a tool. Ingesting SCP-5686 is an exercise in ignorance and naivety. When subjects who had been enlightened to its properties were asked if they wished they hadn't been informed, 80% said no. The remaining 20% professed unease, and wished that there was a way they could go back to being "in the dark." So far, no such method has been uncovered. SCP-5686 is unreliable. SCP-5686, by its very nature, is incapable of helping those it is intended to help most. SCP-5686’s existence is fragile. SCP-5686 is worth examining, but is incapable of being examined. SCP-5686’s purpose is futile. SCP-5686 made me a promise. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5686" by DarkStuff, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5686. Licensed under CC-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-5687 | keter | Artist's Rendering of SCP-5687. A lower level thaumaturgical energy has been observed to emanate from accurate renderings, though it does not display significant anomalous properties. Item #: SCP-5687 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5687-2 is to be staffed at all times by at least one Foundation agent taking on the role of "concierge". They are to provide information to SCP-5687-2 entrants via video presentation. Upon entry, all entrants to SCP-5687-2 will be presented with a choice of four objects: Handcuffs. Entrants who choose this will be brought to Secure Facility 32-C for containment. An identification keycard. Entrants who choose this will be taken to Site-33 for orientation and exams to determine their most fitting position as Foundation staff. A spyglass. Entrants who choose this will be turned over to GoI-59171 agents who will transport them to their final destination. A map. Entrants who choose this are to be instructed to open the map and speak the words: “main office.” No entrants are permitted to leave. Hostile entrants are to be restrained until they have made their formal choice. Failure of entrants to comply will result in the handcuffs as an automatic choice. The use of amnestics on entrants is strictly prohibited. See addendums below for logs of previous containment efforts. Description: SCP-5687 is an insignia of an eye flanked by two feathered wings. The insignia is roughly 30 cm in length and 10 cm in height. Text in Hebrew below the eye roughly translates to "Right and True". SCP-5687 is only visible to individuals who have been granted access to SCP-5687-2; those with access to SCP-5687-2 have been estimated to comprise approximately 5% of the population, almost all of these people being civilians with academic or investigative backgrounds. SCP-5687’s location varies, although it is consistently found on flat surfaces in locations with human activity. SCP-5687's method of relocation was initially unknown, however, after several attempts to contain it, it has been noted that SCP-5687-2A is responsible for its frequent movement. (See Addenda.) Entrants access SCP-5687-2 by cupping a hand over SCP-5687 or within 1 meter of it on the surface where it is located. SCP-5687 and its accompanying surface will then dissipate, revealing an entrance to SCP-5687-2. Once an entrance has been opened, any individual may enter, even if they were not able to perceive SCP-5687. Only thaumaturgically sensitive recording equipment is able to capture images of SCP-5687. SCP-5687-2 is a retail bodega arranged similarly to those commonly found on Earth. The products found in the bodega include, but are not limited to: Periodicals. Various food products, not all of which are intended for human consumption. Clothing themed after GoI-5917, the Wandsmen. Contents of the periodicals available within SCP-5687-2 range from the mundane, to information purporting to be from other dimensions, to highly classified information from the Foundation database. It is currently unknown how this information was obtained. Directly in the center of SCP-5687-2 is a magazine titled, ‘The Wandsmen’s Gazette’, which is held in a locked glass box reinforced with a wire frame and protected with currently unidentified runes. SCP-5687-2’s main retail lobby is managed by SCP-5687-2A. SCP-5687-2A is a bipedal avian creature with features similar to owls (Strigiformes). It stands at approximately 3 meters. SCP-5687-2A's wings have another pair of talons to mimic the usage of human hands. It theoretically is capable of flight, but this has not been observed directly. Discovery: SCP-5687 was discovered in Sunset River, Florida, when high quantities of Aspect radiation were detected leaking from dehydrated corpses. The bodies were all identified as civilians who had ties to human trafficking rings. CCTV Video footage recorded a male civilian, later identified as 16-year-old Johnny Davis, performing thaumaturgic rites on these victims. Davis is now designated PoI-5687. Addendum-5687: Dispatched Foundation Agents located and attempted to capture PoI-5687. PoI-5687 escaped via vanishing through the newly discovered SCP-5687. Video log added below. VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/28/2021 NOTE: Initial apprehension attempt. [BEGIN LOG] <Agents Richards and Peters sit in their car outside Sunset River Mall's food court at night, near closing.> Richards: I have a visual. <PoI-5687 is working at the nearby McDonalds, currently mopping.> Peters: Should be another…<He looks at his watch.> twenty minutes. <Twenty minutes pass and PoI-5687 clocks out and walks towards his car, near which Richards and Peters are currently parked.> Richards: Now. <Richards and Peters get out of their car and quickly approach PoI-5687.> Richards: Johnathan Davis? <PoI-5687 quickly turns around, surprised.> PoI-5687: Yes? A-and who are you guys? <Richards flashes a badge.> Richards: Officer Richards and Officer Peters. Come with us. PoI-5687: Whoa, whoa, whoa, am I under arrest?! Peters: Yes. Come with us. Now. <PoI-5687 turns, faces his car and pauses a moment. The front left tire has been locked by a car boot.> PoI-5687: <Whispers.> Shit! Richards: Just make it easy for us, son. It'll make it easy for you, too. <PoI-5687 immediately sprints past Richards and Peters, who give chase. He runs to the entrance and attempts to pry it open, failing. He notices Richards and Peters rapidly approaching and he runs left towards the employee entrance instead. Richards and Peters turn around the corner and see PoI-5687 open a half-rotting cardboard box and jump inside, disappearing in a bright flash of light.> Peters: What the fuck? Richards: Ho-ly jesus. I was…not expecting that. Peters: Alright, so, fun fact; kid's not a reality bender. Richards: But he's still a problem. Peters: I'll call Command. [END LOG] Initial Investigation notes: Initial examination of SCP-5687 showed it had a very distinctive thaumaturgic signature typically associated with GOI-5917. However, when the box was transported to Site-33 for further examination by Foundation Researchers, the marking on the box vanished, and no Aspect radiation could be found on it. SCP-5687 was detected two days later on a brick wall inside a shopping center in southern Milwaukee. Field Agents secured the area, Researcher Barnum from Site-33 was assigned as head of the investigation. He found no records of any thaumaturgical working associated with the Symbol. Subject D-2348 was told to touch SCP-5687 and report his findings. No changes were observed. Researcher Barnum then attempted to examine the symbol using a simple thaumaturgic ritual. However as he touched the symbol to begin the ritual, SCP-5687 reformed itself into a stone doorway which promptly opened to a darkened stairway leading down. Addendum-5687-2: VIDEO LOG DATE: 5/21/2021 NOTE: Investigation conducted via reconnaissance drone. [BEGIN LOG] <The drone hovers slowly down the stairs, panning back and forth as it travels. Night vision camera reveals several rows of bookshelves, with many of the titles written in unknown languages.> <Upon reaching the bottom step, its propellers cease functioning due to an electrical short.> <Camera continues to record a large pair of talons slowly walking towards it.> Unknown Entity: Why don't you just come down and have a chat? [END LOG] Addendum-5687-3: After the initial failure of Drone Reconnisance, Researcher Barnum requested an exploration of the structure by Mobile Task Forces. VIDEO LOG DATE: 5/22/2021 NOTE: Investigation conducted by MTF Sigma-2 ("Corn Watchers"). VIDEO SOURCE: Lead Agent Singh's helmet camera. [BEGIN LOG] Singh: Alright team, as this is an Indoor op, we'll be joined by- Agent Wells: Woo! The Falcon is flying again! Agent Grant: It's good to have you back old man. Agent Singh: Yes, yes, we're all glad Agent Briggs2 is back on field duty. Agent Briggs, can you brief us on GOI-5917? Agent Briggs: Yes ma'am, I reckon most of you know the look of what kinds of creatures we're expecting to encounter. <Agent Briggs is seen gesturing to himself.> Agent Briggs: From a combat standpoint, they're tough to take down. They can also fly, and generally they're capable of thaumaturgical workings. However, the only time GOI-5917 attacked us directly was during a failed prison break of SCP-5946, and no casualties were reported from the encounter. <Agent Briggs is seen scratching at the back of his elongated neck with his talons.> Agent Briggs: It sounds like these… people just want to have a conversation with us. Don't shoot unless you need to, but I would definitely keep your guard up. Agent Singh: Sound advice. Agent Briggs will be taking point. We don't know how electronics are going to be affected down there so everyone has been issued chemical lighting as well. Form up! < An exploration team consisting of Agents Singh, Grant, Briggs and Wells forms up at the door.> <Agent Briggs opens the stone door and turns on his head lamp.> <The team proceeds to advance. The space is lit now and appears to be a large convenience store with an unusually large book and periodical section. Sitting behind a folding table set up in the middle of the store is a large avian creature3 designated SCP-5687-2A. The creature gestures to chairs at the other side of the table.> SCP-5687-2A: I would offer you all tea, but I know you wouldn't drink it… Are the guns really necessary? Agent Singh: We have reason to believe you're harboring someone who has killed three people, so yes. SCP-5687-2A: I would hardly call those book burning slavers "people", but fair enough. <It rotates its head to Agent Briggs> SCP-5687-2A: You must be the 4th Wandsman of Earth. I don't suppose you've reconsidered our offer? <Agent Briggs tenses.> Agent Briggs. I told that Arbiter of yours and now I'm telling you. My family is here. SCP-5687-2A: Really? Was that poor soul you had test out the doorbell "family" too? You know she hardly deserved the death penalty in my opinion, not that anyone really does. Her husband was beating her, of course she'd fight back. And then the judge just wanted to look tough on cri-. Agent Singh: Enough! What is the purpose of this facility, and where is our murder suspect? SCP-5687-2A: This "facility" as you call it is meant to provide, in exchange for a small modicum of gossip, all of the information that your organization has decided to restrict from the public. We are journalists after all. Agent Singh: … So you've been handing out classified information? SCP-5687-2A: I have been teaching that which is vital to allow the citizens of your planet to defend themselves. There are large numbers of "anomalous" predators surrounding them that render them utterly powerless. It seems necessary for us to assist them, as your organization has not had a history of reliable protection. Agent Briggs: I don't think blood sacrifices are protecting anyone. SCP-5687-2A Your "family" strongly disagrees 4th, ask them about the Stag someti- <Johnny Davis enters swiftly from a room in the back of the sales floor.> Johnny: Miss 14th! Mom is-. <All MTF agents immediately raise their weapons at the 16 year old.> <Johnny immediately puts his hands behind his head.> Johnny: Please… Just let me help her. <SCP-5687-2A enters the frame once more, sprinting to the back room with a large tome in its claws.> <Agent Singh starts chasing after it.> Agent Singh: Briggs, with me! Grant, secure the ki- <Agent Singh opens the back door to reveal SCP-5687-2A playing a soft song on a set of panpipes, apparently reading the music out of the book she was carrying.> <It appears to be playing the song for a convulsing woman in a hospital bed. The soft beep of a heart monitor is heard slowly reducing in frequency as the woman slowly comes to rest.> <SCP-5687-2A stops playing and lifts the woman’s hospital gown, revealing that her leg shows serious signs of bruising and is covered in large lumps.> SCP-5687-2A: Blast it all, they should have stayed put for longer… Agent Briggs: What… What’s happening to her? <SCP-5687-2A shakes its head.> SCP-5687-2A: Johnny bought his mother some life, but these rats are far too hungry. Agent Singh: … We’re taking you, the boy, and this woman into custody. <SCP-5687-2A glares at her.> SCP-5687-2A: You know, I rather think I've wasted enough hospitality on you monsters. Good day. <SCP-5687-2A claps its talons together.> <After .3 seconds of static, the video feed returns, showing the team back in the secured shopping center. The doorway has vanished.> [END LOG] Addendum-5687-4: VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/24/2021 NOTE: A member of GoI-5917 appeared in Site-33 Director Nakamura's office and requested an impromptu negotiation, identifying itself under the title, "Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon." The entity appears to have utilized an instance of SCP-5917 in order to evade security. [BEGIN LOG] <Fourth Wandswoman of Chelon appears in Nakamura's office, an unfurled map in its claws. It rolls it up and slips it inside a coat pocket.> Wandswoman: Hello, Director. How do you do? <It tips its bowler hat and curtsies.> Nakamura: …So you basically do the anomalous equivalent of breaking and entering and then take the time to act proper? Wandswoman: <Chuckles.> It's not like I expected to be let in through the front door. Anywho, I'll make this brief, Director. There are a lot of tensions between our two factions and I'd like to broker a peace deal. Nakamura: You're actively disseminating dangerous knowledge to the general populace and you turned one of my men into…one of you. I'm not sure how you think you can get any leverage with me. Wandswoman: Director, please— Nakamura: And you're giving a high schooler the power to siphon life force and put it in someone else. Wandswoman: That poor boy's mother is dying! It's not a human disease either. Really, we're the best doctors he's got. Look, I know we're not on a first name basis, but I know you at least have a heart, unlike most people who work here. Nakamura: Hm. I care, but it doesn't give me or you the right to give some kid anomalous items. But I know you're not here to talk about that. What do you want? Wandswoman: Look Director… I know that interactions between our two factions haven't been the best. I'm here to offer a diplomatic solution to our problems. The last thing either of us want is to spill more blood from either your personnel or my siblings. I know of a peaceful conclusion we can reach. Nakamura: …I'm listening. Wandswoman: Alright. You and I technically are on the same side— Nakamura: Doing everything you can to shatter the Veil hardly aligns with our goal. But continue. Wandswoman: Our methods may be different, but in the end, we both serve to preserve knowledge. Nakamura: No. You gather knowledge and sell it. Wandswoman: We're not Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Director. The only profit we want from this is simply more knowledge. Nakamura: Well, you have knowledge. Keep it to yourself. The Veil stays. Wandswoman: Actually, about that. <It pulls out a seat and gestures.> May I? <Nakamura nods; the wandswoman sits down.> Wandswoman: The Veil…you do know that maintaining it is pointless, right? You already receive countless warning signs on a daily basis. Containment breaches, new anomalies being found everyday, more of that knowledge-deleting toxic poison you force people to breath in just because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Nakamura: Mistakes happen. We cover them up. Whatever hole appears in the Veil, we patch it. Wandswoman: But they don't stay patched forever. That Veil is going to shatter soon. Far sooner than you think. Nakamura: …What aren't you telling me? Wandswoman: This is the closest I've ever come to begging. <It reaches over slowly and puts a 'hand' over Nakamura's.> Listen to me. We have a lot of common enemies. Far, far more than you think. <It leans forward and whispers.> I really don't want us to antagonize each other. We really are on each other's side, despite the differing idealogies. Nakamura: <Slowly moves hand away from the wandswoman's talons.> What's your proposal, then? Wandswoman: You don't care about people knowing things, as long as they don't know them 'here.' We don't care about where people know things, as long as they know things. We can make a compromise. Nakamura: And that would be? Wandswoman: People find our shop, we take them away. They can join us or we can put them somewhere on an alien planet where an arbitrary Veil doesn't exist. You make people disappear all the time, so this really is no different. Nakamura: If the Veil shatters— Wandswoman: When, Director. Nakamura: If it happens, you'll bring these people back, right? Wandswoman: Of course. Nakamura: Very well. I'll need to discuss this proposal with the O5 Council. Admittedly, I'm more intrigued than I thought I would be. <Nakamura gets up. The wandswoman does so as well.> Wandswoman: Thank you, Director. <It holds out a claw, presumably for a 'handshake'.> Nakamura: Don't thank me. Just because we reached an agreement now doesn't mean we won't be enemies later. Wandswoman: <It slowly lowers its hand and looks down at the ground.> I…know earning your trust won't be an easy feat, but this is a good start. That's worth something. Nakamura: Perhaps. <The wandswoman takes its map out of its pocket and unfurls it.> Wandswoman: Good day, Director. <It vanishes.> [END LOG] Addendum-5687-5: VIDEO LOG DATE: 5/25/2021 NOTE: Anomalous Ritual Conducted by GoI-5917, aided by Foundation assets VIDEO SOURCE: The following recording was generated by what SCP-5687-2A described as “A Ritual of Choice”. The recording seems to show the ritual from the perspective of Latisha Davis, with viewers somehow "knowing" what she is feeling. It does not appear possible to record a transcript of this ritual without her perspective. Currently no available method has been found that is able to disentangle this perspective from any audio, video, or written account of these events. The reason for these anomalous attributes is currently under investigation. However, the transcript’s anomalous properties have been deemed safe by Foundation thaumaturgists. [BEGIN LOG] <You wake up. You are in terrible pain, but you feel more lucid than you have in a long time.> Latisha: Wha… Where? Oh… god… <You spot a giant owl in a pantsuit at the bottom of the bed. You try to cry out, but your throat is too sore.> <The giant owl notices you stirring, its head swiveling around to face you just like in videos. It reaches out and holds a covered cup with a straw to your face.> <You scrabble back, or try to… the pain is excruciating…> Owl Monster: Try not to move if you can help it, you're still not well. Please, I swear on my name, it’s just water. You are as safe here as you can be anywhere. <It’s amazing how much madness you’re willing to accept when you know you’re about to die. You suck on the straw. The owl wasn’t lying.> <You drink your fill. Your throat is still sore, but much better than before.> Latisha: Thank you… Where am I? Wha- who are you? Owl: I suppose I must look strange given how long you’ve lived in the dark. I’m the Fourteenth Wandswoman of the planet Tell. My name is…Frasia. You’ve earned it. And the Foundation is bound to figure it out eventually anyway. <You have so many questions, but for some reason you just say the first thing that pops in your head> Latisha: Frasia… That’s pretty. <You swear, you see the owl smile.> Frasia: I can see why Johnny’s so devoted to you. <Johnny! How had you forgotten? A hundred questions start pouring out of your mouth.> Latisha: Where is he? Is he alright? Can I see- <You start coughing. Frasia offers you the water again, but you bat it away with your face. It makes your head swim, but you don’t care.> Latisha: Frasia! Where is Johnny!? <Frasia puts the cup down and pulls back a curtain beside you. You're overcome with relief. There you see Johnny, lying down on a couch with his earbuds in. He's grown so much, but he always looks so small when he's asleep.> Frasia: He tired himself out. <Frasia picks up a blanket off a nearby table scattered with supplies and gently drapes it over your baby.> Frasia: Fear not, he's never far. <Oh god, you’re a terrible mother… You should be the one taking care of him, not… but you’ve just been so tired and it hurts so much…> Latisha: Why are we here? What’s going on? Frasia: Johnny found me and asked for my help treating your illness. He’s been staying with me for some time while I’ve healed you… I’m not a doctor, exactly, but I know a lot. And I fear you would have lost your life several times over if he hadn’t brought you to me. <Frasia looks away for a moment.> Frasia: I can’t take credit for waking you up though. I have some… “acquaintances” who are quite skilled with painkillers and stimulants. They have some experience with making people in your situation more… lucid. At least for a time. <Your head swims. This is a lot to process for a lot of reasons.> Latisha: How much time do I have? Frasia: Enough to make a decision. I’m afraid your time living in the mundane world you knew is over, but you need not stay in it. <Frasia waves a hand and suddenly you see an office filled with people all examining some sort of strange, tentacled dog creature together and making notes.> Frasia: Your first option is to join the SCP Foundation. They’re a group that seeks to protect the Earth from things that would try to destroy it. They are…complicated, but as strongly as I disagree with some of their methods, they genuinely want to help. They have enough technology to keep you alive for some time, though I can’t say how long. <You think about that. This definitely isn't the first time you've seen something you couldn't explain. And you know what’s in your legs isn’t normal. None of the doctors knew what to make of it… If these were the Men in Black, were they your best shot at living long enough to see your son graduate?> Latisha: You said I had other options? <Frasia nods, she spreads her wings once more and the image of a strange massive tree covered in large, but not so scary looking lizards appears in your mind. They’re moving crates up and down the tree, and talking to some people in a large hollow lined with stone.> Frasia: You second option is to become a colonist on another planet. The sapient beings there would have technology that could aid in healing you, but I admit it’s a frontier world. If you were healthy I would reccommend it as a wonderful adventure, but as you are… Latisha: I get it… It sounds nice for some folk, but I don’t think it’s for me. What’s next? <The image fades and Frasia Weaves you a new one. You see yourself strapped to a table, with furious notes being taken. You see the doctors around you monitoring your vitals and dissecting the rat things they take out of you.> Frasia: This one is like the first option, but with you having considerably less freedom. Rather than joining the Foundation, you become one of the things it contains. It means they would likely devote more energy to studying your illness though, it may even increase your chance for a cure, but I wouldn’t count on having much… agency under their care. <You get a sinking feeling in your gut. Had Frasia put the only good option at the start?> Latisha: Is there any other option? Frasia: Yes… Though I don’t want to minimize the price of it. <The image in your mind fades once more and you see yourself standing in a massive library filled with bird creatures like Frasia. You feel a strange sense of family and purpose to the place… but it has the strangest undertone of doubt.> Frasia: Your final option, and this is the option that gives you the best chance of survival by far, is to become one of us. The Wandsmen are a team of interdimensional reporters that seek to preserve knowledge and life. Your body will be strengthened greatly and the parasites inside you will flee from it… But you won’t be human anymore. <Frasia looks… strangely defeated.> Frasia: I know it sounds silly, worrying about what you see in the mirror when dimensions are crumbling around you, but… You have to rebuild your sense of self after something like that, even though your mind doesn’t change. It’s not pleasant. <You grit your teeth. There’s really only one answer here.> Latisha: How do I become like you? <Frasia looks at you, surprised.> Frasia: Latisha, are you sur- Latisha: Frasia, I’ve got a kid to look after. If this is my best chance to stick around to protect him, then I have to take it. <Frasia seems to consider this… She nods. She reached behind her and hands you some sort of… Scroll?> Frasia: If you’re sure about this, then all you need to do is open the scroll and speak the words “Main Office”. That will start the process, though you’ll need to travel the roads a bit more to finish it. <You look at the roll of paper in front of you. It feels old, and heavy in your hand. You know this whole thing is crazy, but you don’t know what else to try…> Latisha: Will it hurt? <Frasia looks down. She nods.> <You take in a deep breath that strains your damaged lungs and let out a long sigh.> Latisha: Well… Guess I gotta take my shots. <Frasia remains silent.> Latisha:… Main Office. End log Footnotes 1. A group of interdimensional reporters referring to themselves as "The Wandsmen". Their core motives and objectives remain unclear. Notably all members undergo transformation into anomalous avian entities. 2. Agent Briggs had previously undergone a transformation into a vulture like creature during a search and rescue operation. See SCP-5917 logs for details. 3. The creature is similar in size and stature to Agent Briggs, though it resembles a member of the Strigiformes order. |
SCP-5688 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5688 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5688 is to be stored in a sealed containment unit located at Site-22, and kept under surveillance at all times. All reality destabilization events which occur within this containment unit are to be logged for future analysis. In the event that maintenance of this containment chamber is required, SCP-5688 is to be removed from the unit prior to personnel entering. All research proposals involving SCP-5688 must be authorized by Dr. Henrik before being enacted. Description: SCP-5688 is a giant human hand, three meters in height and one meter in width, which was unearthed by Foundation personnel during scheduled underground expansion of Site-22. The area around SCP-5688 is subject to extreme and sudden destabilization of reality, with no known indicators preceding these events. It is currently unknown how Site-22 escaped being affected by these reality destabilization events prior to SCP-5688's discovery. Periodically, SCP-5688 will twitch and spasm. This behaviour does not appear to correspond to any specific stimuli. Addendum 5688-1 (Testing Log): The following is a record of specific tests undertaken in order to measure the specific forms that reality destabilization events surrounding SCP-5688 take. A full record of all tests is not available upon request from the Site-22 archive. Test 5688-1 Testing Personnel: D-94911 Stimuli: D-94911 is instructed to shine a flashlight on SCP-5688 in order to measure its effects on light. Result: No result when flashlight is shone upon SCP-5688. However, when it is subsequently shone upon the far wall of the containment chamber, a shadow resembling a spiral is briefly visible. Test 5688-2 Testing Personnel: D-49264 Stimuli: D-49264 is ordered to make physical contact with SCP-5688. Result: D-49264's left hand (which was not making physical contact with SCP-5688) shrinks rapidly until it is no longer visible. Once removed from the vicinity of SCP-5688, the hand returns to its normal size. Test 5688-3 Testing Personnel: D-99134 Stimuli: D-99134 is ordered to strike SCP-5688 with a sledgehammer. Result: D-99134 strikes SCP-5688 with a sledgehammer with no visible result. Two days later, D-99134 is found dead in his sleeping quarters with his tongue twisted into a spiral shape. Security recordings show no unusual phenomena during the night. Test 5688-4 Testing Personnel: D-22131 Stimuli: D-22131 is ordered to fire upon SCP-5688 with a handgun. Result: D-22131 fires upon SCP-5688. Alarmed by the sudden gunshot, D-22131 returns fire and shoots D-22131 in the stomach, causing severe injuries that result in their death shortly afterwards. D-22131 is safely retrieved from the containment chamber and treated for shock. Text 5688-5 Testing Personnel: D-591134 Stimuli: D-591134 is ordered to wash the blood off of SCP-5688 using a hose. Result: Upon the water making contact with SCP-5688, D-591134 violently explodes, showering the containment chamber and SCP-5688 with blood and viscera. Text 5688-6 Testing Personnel: D-591134 Stimuli: D-591134 is ordered to wash the blood off of SCP-5688 using a hose. Result: Nothing happens, and continues happening. Addendum 5688-2 (Interview Log) The following is a record of Dr. Henrik's attempt to ascertain whether SCP-5688 possesses any form of sapience - and if so, what level of control it has over the reality destabilization events that occur in its vicinity. Interviewer: Dr. Henrik Interviewee: SCP-5688 <Begin Log> (Dr. Henrik simply steps over it and enters SCP-5688's containment chamber, remaining at a safe distance. He begins reading from a list of questions.) Dr. Henrik: Hello. Can you understand me? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Are you aware of where you are right now? Please, uh, twitch once for yes. (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Do you know who I am? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Can you hear me? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: (sighs) This is pointless. What level of control, if any - (SCP-5688 twitches.) Dr. Henrik: (loudly) Hello? Are you there? (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Damn it. (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Well, uh, that's all she wrote, I suppose. We're done here. (Dr. Henrik turns and leaves the containment chamber.) <End Log> (Dr. Henrik enters the observation chamber, breathing deeply and rubbing his temples. His coworker, Junior Researcher Darnell, looks up at him sympathetically from his seat.) Junior Researcher Darnell: Well, it was always a long-shot, sir. Dr. Henrik: I know, I know - it's just that I thought we had something there, when it twitched, you know? Junior Researcher Darnell: With all due respect, Doctor, it does that all the time. I don't think we should read that much into it. Anyway, you're done for the day? Dr. Henrik: (yawns) What? No. We've got plenty more work to get done today. Junior Researcher Darnell: (laughs) The thing is, sir, I've just received a message from the Site Director. I've been ordered to order you to go home and get some rest. (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Well, I suppose if it's an order. Junior Research Darnell: Grab some shut-eye before you end up collapsing, Doc. Dr. Henrik: Yeah, yeah. Guess I'm clocking off then. (Dr. Henrik walks to the observation chamber exit. Normally, this door is locked, but it's okay: Dr. Henrik has a key-card with access. He swipes it and leaves the room, entering the hallway outside. He begins walking towards the main entrance, passing Dr. Carè as he goes. Dr. Carè smiles at him.) (Dr. Henrik enters the main entrance chamber and approaches the security desk.) Security Officer Graham: (sat at reception desk) Heading out, sir? Dr. Henrik: Apparently. Security Officer Graham: (laughs) Man, I hear that. (Security Officer Graham presses the spiral key on his keyboard and the main door unlocks.) Security Officer Graham: Signed you out, sir. Drive safe, okay? (Dr. Henrik steps out of the main entrance of Site-22 and blinks blearily, rubbing his hands together as a result of the unexpected cold. It's midnight out in the desert, with the moon shining in the sky like a spiral.) (This man approaches his car. Normally, it would be locked, but that's okay: he has his car keys. He unlocks the car door and flops down in the front seat. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) (Dr. Henrik starts the car and begins driving home to his house. It's a long drive - it looks like the white sand of the desert stretches on forever. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) (He passes a billboard advertising a local small claims lawyer. You've seen that kind of advertisement before, haven't you? The lawyer's name is Mr. Carson, and his eyes are like spirals as he follows the car's progress down the highway.) Dr. Henrik: (That man's car hits a bump in the road.) Shit. (The headlights of the car twist outwards like a spiral, illuminating Dr. Henrik's house. The white sand of the desert seems to stretch on forever, and there's nothing else. The house is three stories tall, and the lights are on.) (Dr. Henrik gets out of the car and tightens his coat around himself. It's so cold.) (He knocks on the front door of his house. A woman, Dr. Henrik's Wife, answers the door. Her facial features are circumvoluted.) Dr Henrik: Hello. Can I come in? Dr. Henrik's Wife: (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Can you understand me? Dr. Henrik's Wife: (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: Do you … do you know who I am? Dr. Henrik's Wife: (Pause.) Dr. Henrik: (sighs) This is pointless. Please, can I - (Dr. Henrik's Wife slams the door shut.) (Dr. Henrik unlocks the front door and walks into his house, yawning and stretching. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) Dr. Henrik: (laughing, but a bit nervously, like when you don't want to admit you're unsettled) Mary, you won't believe the kind of day I've had today. (Mary has left the television on. The film Revolutions is on.) Dr. Henrik: (annoyed) Ah, Jesus. (Dr. Henrik turns the television off and begins climbing up the stairs towards the bedroom.) Dr. Henrik: Mary, you left the TV on again! Electricity doesn't pay for itself, you know! (Dr. Henrik opens the door of his daughter Mary's bedroom. When he sees that she is fast asleep, he can't bring himself to wake her up to tell her off. He quietly closes the door again. He doesn't notice what's in the back.) (Dr. Henrik rubs his eyes.) Dr. Henrik: (quietly) No rest for the wicked. (He walks to his bedroom and opens the door. He takes off his clothes and gets into his single bed. He turns out the lights.) (He doesn't notice I am in the back.) (I step out of the back. My limbs twist like a spiral and my head tolls like a pendulum. I slowly approach Dr. Henrik's bed, where he is gently sleeping. His eyes are closed. I raise up a counter-clockwise fist. I gurgle.) (Dr. Henrik opens his eyes.) Dr. Henrik: (shouts) (I bring down my fist on Dr. Henrik's head as he tries to jump out of bed. The first blow disorients him, and he collapses to the floor as blood drips from the small crater in his skull. As a result, he can't do much about the second or third blows, which leave him face down on his favourite carpet, which rapidly undergoes a change in colouration. Now he is gurgling too.) (Little Mary does not wake up.) (I clumsily pull back Dr. Henrik's sleeve, revealing his long, thin arm and beautiful, soft hand. Normally, this would be attached to his body, but that's okay: I have a handsaw.) (Once I've successfully retrieved the object in question, making my way down the stairs to my backyard. I tread softly so I don't wake up little Mary, who's sleeping so softly.) (It's cold outside, and the moon is shining in the sky like a spiral.) (I find what I'm looking for: a nest of ants is expanding its nest, white-coated drones and faceless queens hard at work.) (Sneakily, stealthily, I bury my prize underneath their nest. I am a giver of gifts. A generous thing. Once they find it, one of the ants begins to approach it. A stray drop of blood makes the approach towards the hand somewhat difficult, however, but that's no problem at all.) (Dr. Henrik simply steps over it and enters SCP-5688's containment chamber, remaining at a safe distance. He begins reading from a list of questions.) <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5688" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5688. Licensed under CC-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-5689 | euclid | SCP-5689: Act V: Him, His Devil, and Confessional ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5689. Item Number: 5689 Object Class/Clearance: Euclid/Four Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5689 is to be cordoned off and removed from local route guidance systems and maps. References to SCP-5689 are to be scrubbed from all media. Two guards are to be posted outside SCP-5689 at all times, and maintenance is regularly performed to ensure the stability of the SEA-CM1 at all times. The SEA-CM is to remain powered up at all times, with regular repairs and system updates. In the event of a SEA-CM overheat, first priority is to ensure there is nothing that exits SCP-5689. Use of any-means-necessary operations are authorized for this purpose. Description: SCP-5689 is a former farmhouse in unincorporated Edmonton, Canada. Intensive searches led to a lack of any identification of an owner, thus making it likely to have been abandoned for a considerable amount of time. SCP-5689's structure mainly consists of rotting wood and rusting metal. The road to the farmhouse shows similar signs of neglect, containing many potholes and ditches. The front door displays a placard that is mostly scratched out. On the placard, a section reading "Of Abnor" is the only legible portion remaining. In an approximately 20 meter radius around SCP-5689, no plant life is capable of growing; weeds, old-growth trees, and other types have all died of an unknown blight shortly after being replanted near the farmhouse. Remaining within this radius causes stomach issues such as nausea and indigestion. Reports have stated such effects compound in severity the closer a subject is to the fourth room of SCP-5689. The farmhouse contains five rooms, of which four are accessible. No item inside any room is capable of leaving SCP-5689 via physical means. The first has an extensive pulley and pipe system connected to a large machine which bears resemblance to a blender. Touching the blade of the machine triggers visual and auditory hallucinations, reported by subjects to be similar to the following transcript. [Nothing can be seen. The entire room is entirely black.] Unknown Voice: Fuck this. I can't handle it anymore. [Sounds of paper flapping and metal striking wood can be heard.] Unknown Voice 2: We did it. [Subjects' view is replaced with a grainy, black-and-white view of the room, which appears frozen in time. A figure can be seen standing over a number of papers flying off a desk. Another is in the doorway, holding a large tube with an unknown liquid in its hand.] A microscope is present on a desk near the blender. The view from its lenses is heavily clouded, and snow has entered through a small hole in the roof. The second has a large network of pipes set into the walls. These connect various rooms in the house, only to meet at a central hub set up with a computer terminal on a desk. No other furniture is in the room. Faded papers and canine bones are laid haphazardly around, implying they were tossed or thrown. Upon touching the terminal for the first time, subjects will experience visual and auditory hallucinations of the following transcript, before returning to normal. [Only darkness can be seen. A clink can be heard, followed by a sip of an unknown liquid.] Unknown Voice: We lost another. Unknown Voice 2: Another? How many is that? Unknown Voice: Seventy-eight now. Unknown Voice 2: It's not fair. No one's going to know. Unknown Voice: But that's how it has to be. We'll keep trying until it's perfect. Everyone will be so much better with him. [The darkness dissipates, replaced with a grainy and blurry filter, entirely in black and white, preventing detailed viewing of the hallucination, which has stopped moving. Two faded, humanoid figures can be seen sitting on unseen chairs near the terminal, which is idling on a log-in screen. One holds a bottle in its hand.] The keyboard of the terminal appears recently used, due to a lack of dust and cobwebs compared to the rest of the room. Many keys are missing or broken. Barks and whimpers of dogs can be heard throughout the room, which increase in volume when the remains are touched. The third has innumerable masses of faded, orange-black slime strewn about the walls and floor of the room, which smells of rotting meat. Two desks are the only furniture in the room. Each has a series of small, sealed, and translucent tubes filled with a similar slime, which attempts to avoid touch when the glass is tapped or held. This slime slightly lessens the emotional effects of the farmhouse itself. Each tube is connected to a large pipe system, which connects to the large machine in the previous room. A number of children's toys are on the floor; they are soiled. A wooden train track set, arranged in a long and winding loop, is on the floor, with arrows crudely carved into it. Slime follows the trail of arrows around the track. The fourth is inaccessible. Touching the rusted, dented door produces an intense smell of rotting meat and rusted metal. Putting an ear to the door produces the sounds of a faint ticking, running water, wet thumps, screams, and hushed sobs. A prototype SEA-CM system is attached to the door. A small label is affixed to it, reading "NE_ATI_E SINK." The fifth consists of a small entrance to an attic. The latch, chains, and opening mechanisms are made out of beryllium bronze, and are forced shut due to a congealed slime similar to that in the third room. Moving closer to the attic causes conflicting feelings of dread, anxiety, fear, and anger in subjects. Attempting to open the latch leads to loud, guttural gurgling noises to be produced from the ceiling. Worm-like, reptilian masses of slime with pseudopod-like limbs will then seep from cracks in the ceiling. These fall to the floor, splitting and recombining in an amoeboid fashion. The masses frequently attempt to separate themselves from their limbs, and hiss and recoil from human touch. Eventually, these masses either tear themselves apart, or are eaten by local insects following a series of struggles. Both outcomes result in death of the masses. No mass has survived longer than 30 minutes. Reports of a smokelike, serpentine creature have been filed, though no sightings have been confirmed. Footnotes 1. Subdual of Emotional Anomaly Control Matrix |
SCP-5690 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5690 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Entrance to SCP-5690. Special Containment Procedures: Due to its location inside SCP-4661, SCP-5690 is under the jurisdiction of Site-666. As outlined in the Covenant1 between the Foundation and SCP-5690-B, the Foundation will prevent local authorities from disturbing SCP-5690's operation. In exchange, SCP-5690-B will remain inside the city limits and provide transparency into its business practices. Description: SCP-5690 is a brothel located in the city of Las Vegas. SCP-5690 is staffed almost entirely by Ardor-class demonic entities, characterized by a specialty toward the third Cardinal Vice, lust. SCP-5690 currently employs 16 Ardor-class entities. Customers, generally unaware of the anomalous nature of the business, provide payment in exchange for the entities performing sexual acts on them. The entities' benefit from this is twofold; in addition to payment to sustain the business, Ardor-class demons are sustained by the Tartarean Resonance Energy produced when they engage in intercourse with a mortal. SCP-5690 was accidentally discovered in March of 1993 by Agent Clark Adams, who was part of the initial wave of personnel transferred to the newly-constructed Site-666. SCP-5690-B is the owner and proprietor of SCP-5690. Addendum 5690.1 INTERVIEW LOG — AGENT CLARK ADAMS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Agent Alice Sterling SUBJECT: Agent Clark Adams «BEGIN LOG» STERLING: What the fuck, Clark. ADAMS: No, look, I can explain- STERLING: What were you doing in a brothel? ADAMS: I mean, there's only like two things to do in a brothel. STERLING: And both are illegal! I don't care what you do on your leisure time, but like- ADAMS: Look, can we focus on the anomaly? [STERLING sighs.] STERLING: Yes, alright. Let's hear it, from the start. ADAMS: Well, I'd just finished following up on a couple of reports, you know how it is, and I decided to explore the city, get a feel for the place. A couple of the boys, not naming names, had mentioned this one place to me, real fancy, high-class place where you could find a, uh, companion, for the night. So that night I was feeling particularly frisky. You know what they say, the hog wants what it wants. STERLING: Is this really necessary? ADAMS: I'm just trying to give you a feel for the story, boss. So anyway, I goes to the place, right, and it's this dinky little hole-in-the-wall building, and that's when I noticed the red lights inside the glass and I think to myself, those motherfuckers sent me to a brothel. They really put one over on me, and I had half a mind to go back and give 'em a piece of my mind, sending me off to an illegal esta- STERLING: You already told me that you knew it was a brothel, Clark. ADAMS: … Right, yes, I did. STERLING: Just get on with it. ADAMS: Well, I went inside, and then I noticed the little doohickey [ADAMS points to the TRE Counter on the table] started beeping its little head off. I'd forgotten to take it out of my bag after my shift, and now it was ruining my evening. STERLING: Then I assume you left the premises and alerted base. ADAMS: Er, no. Well, I-I thought about doing that, but figured it'd look real bad if it was a false alarm or something, and I was already there anyway, I might as well investigate some by myself before calling in the cavalry. STERLING: Uh huh. ADAMS: So anyway, the lady at the little desk at the lobby asked me whether I was looking for some fun for the night. I says yes, and she tells me their prices. I paid up, can't put a price on containment- STERLING: With your own money? ADAMS: Of course. STERLING: Then why was there a withdrawal last night of $70 in your name? ADAMS: Uh, gas money? Anyway, I got sent on up the stairs to one of the rooms. I went in, real tasteful place, well-decorated, and flopped out down on the bed. To set up an ambush. STERLING: Naked, according to your report. ADAMS: Yes, boss. When in Rome… [STERLING shakes her head before motioning for him to continue.] ADAMS: Well, a couple minutes later, this woman opens the door and comes through. Nice-looking girl, dressed in some fine evening-wear. I was real distracted, which is why I didn't notice the horns until we were on the bed. STERLING: Good god. ADAMS: Look, boss, I paid out my nose for that, I'm gonna get my money's worth. And good GOLLY, was it worth the money. I tell you, that was, by far, the most- STERLING: I really don't need to hear this, Clark. ADAMS: Right, yes. Well, when we were done, I figured between the sensor going ape and the horns on the gal, I had found me a demon hotspot. STERLING: So that's when you headed back to base to report it. We'll send in a team to st- ADAMS: Er, no. That was when I went back in for round two. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5690.2 EXPLORATION LOG — SCP-5690 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ MEMBERS: Agent Alice Sterling Agent Clark Adams Two members of MTF Ω-33 "Ocean's Three-hundred". «BEGIN LOG» [Task force enters building.] STERLING: Yep, it's a brothel. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5690.3 INTERVIEW LOG — SCP-5690-B ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWERS: Agent Alice Sterling, Agent Clark Adams SUBJECT: SCP-5690-B «BEGIN LOG» ADAMS: Hello, ma'am. SCP-5690-B: Please leave. STERLING: We just have a few questions, miss. We're from the precin- SCP-5690-B: How dumb do I look? You're Foundation, you have the goddamn logo on your patch. [ADAMS adjusts his patch, coughing.] STERLING: … Right, yes, of course. You're familiar with us? SCP-5690-B: Everyone of note in Undervegas knows who you are. You can't really topple a demon kingpin without making waves, love. STERLING: Well then, would you mind answering some of our questions? SCP-5690-B: Yes. STERLING: Why's that? SCP-5690-B: I don't work for free, darling. [SCP-5690-B hands a small flyer to STERLING.] STERLING: … Seriously? SCP-5690-B: A girl's gotta work. STERLING: $70 for an hour? I don't - is that cheap? ADAMS: Oh, yeah boss, that's a whole deal and a half. Generous discount. A real bargai- STERLING: How many brothels do you go to? SCP-5690-B: Look, are you paying or not? ADAMS: Don't worry boss, I got this. [To SCP-5690-B] I'll give you $35 for a half hour. SCP-5690-B: Huh, you weren't that quick last time. ADAMS: It's only a few questions, we promise. SCP-5690-B: Are you neg- you know what, I'll take it. ADAMS: Great. [To STERLING] Alright boss, you owe the lady thirty-five. STERLING: I thought you said you got it! ADAMS: Do I look like the kind of lowlife who pays for sex? STERLING: [Sighs] You- Yeah, alright, here. SCP-5690-B: Thank you. And the clock is running. STERLING: Okay. How long has this place been open? SCP-5690-B: Oh, a couple years now. It's slow growth in this business, but steady, especially in the locale. Started with only me and two other girls, now we're up to sixteen. STERLING: Does anyone know about your anomalous nature? SCP-5690-B: Not… really. People know us as the place that's safe, not obscenely expensive, and most importantly, a really good lay. STERLING: Anomalously good? SCP-5690-B: [Muttered.] They don't call me a semen demon for nothing… STERLING: What? SCP-5690-B: What? ADAMS: Do people actually call you that? SCP-5690-B: … Sometimes. STERLING: Moving on… what's your benefit from this arrangement? SCP-5690-B: What do you mean? STERLING: Couldn't you return to Hell? No having to worry about cops, and all the demon fucking you could want? SCP-5690-B: No can do. We're of a specific breed of demon - we get full from the energy released between demons and mortals. Has to be both. We're the demons, and the mortals pay to come to us. We get the money and the sustenance. It's pretty efficient. STERLING: Fair enough. SCP-5690-B: It also lets me help the local girls. STERLING: How's that? SCP-5690-B: What, did you think I was importing girls from Hell to work for me? No, fuck no. Some of the girls here got pulled over during the city shifting to Hell and back - thanks for getting rid of those, by the by - and got no way to get back. They'd starve without this place, or be reduced to working the corners. Like I used to. STERLING: So you give them a home in exchange for… I see. Very benevolent. SCP-5690-B: Yeah, well, girls gotta stick together. [Silence.] STERLING: We may have overpaid for time. SCP-5690-B: No kidding. You've still get about twenty left on the clock. STERLING: Can I get a refund? SCP-5690-B: … No. ADAMS: Well, if we've still got time paid for, it'd be a waste if you, y'know… STERLING: Jesus Christ, Clark. SCP-5690-B: [Muttered.] Not that asshole. [To ADAMS] Well, I'm obviously down if you are. STERLING: Amazing. I'll be in the car. [SCP-5690-B grasps ADAMS' hand and begins leading him toward the stairs.] STERLING: Wait, hold on. SCP-5690-B: Yeah? STERLING: Earlier you said 'specific breed of demon' — you're succubi, aren't you? SCP-5690-B: [Laughing] Yeah, no, honey. Everyone thinks we are, but no. STERLING: What are you, then? SCP-5690-B: We're incubi. STERLING: Aren't all incubi male? SCP-5690-B: You'd think that. The only difference between a succubus and incubus is whether they're a bottom or a top. STERLING: Oh. Well, have fun, you two. [ADAMS' smile falters.] SCP-5690-B: Oh, we will. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5690.4 INCIDENT LOG — SCP-5690 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ UNEXPLAINED EVENT REPORT LOCATION: Paradise/Las Vegas, Nevada STATUS: Concluded TIME: 11:42 PM (local time) June 25, 1993 DISRUPTION CLASS: Dark EVENT SUMMARY: Monitoring equipment at Site-666 noted a significant drop in TRE levels within the vicinity of SCP-5690. A small team was deployed to investigate, but the levels had returned to Vegas baseline when they arrived. SCP-5690-B claimed a special client had arrived, but did not offer specifics, claiming client confidentiality; however, they played a section of a security recording. UNIDENTIFIED: Can I at least reschedule? SCP-5690-B: No. You're not even supposed to be here, your daddy would crucify me. UNIDENTIFIED: Yeah, but you’ll come back fine. Trust me, I know. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. A contract that is spiritually binding to demonic and empyrean entities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5690" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5690. Licensed under CC-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-5691 | safe | close Info X 88.74% (+63) 11.26% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 5691 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5691 is to be contained in its entirety in a standard containment locker at Site-81 requiring Level 2 security clearance. SCP-5691-α-24 and -25 are to be contained in separate containment lockers requiring Level 3 and 4 security clearances respectively to access. Description: SCP-5691 is an old unmarked black briefcase of average size. It contains several pots of paint and a small sphere, hereafter referred to as SCP-5691-α and -β respectively. SCP-5691 appears superficially similar to non-anomalous briefcases, however is able to contain SCP-5691-β entirely despite the internal dimensions of the briefcase being smaller than the diameter of the latter. SCP-5691 is also capable of manifesting a new instance of SCP-5691-β every 96 hours, replacing the existing sphere if it has not been removed from the briefcase. SCP-5691-α collectively refers to 25 separate glass paint pots, which are measured to be 10 centimeters deep containing acrylic paint. Despite this, each paint pot can effectively produce an infinite amount of paint, as shown by the constant volume of paint in the pots despite the number of tests conducted. The paint from SCP-5691-α does not exhibit any anomalous properties while wet, rather manifesting them when dry. When this occurs, the composition of the painted surface is converted to a mixture of varying amounts of sand, silt and clay consistent with differing types of non-anomalous soils. The extent of conversion depth typically reaches up to 0.5 meters below the surface of the object being painted, and as such, testing of SCP-5691-α is to be conducted on a designated outdoor concrete surface at Site-81. Local temperature and humidity within a short distance from the affected area, relative to its surface area, will change to reflect typical conditions in their corresponding climate types. A small artificial gravitational field is also formed during this process and maintained by anomalous means, allowing for SCP-5691-α-created environments to ignore local gravity and remain "anchored" to the affected surfaces. Shortly after conversion, unidentified minuscule flora and fauna begin to anomalously appear on affected surfaces, with clear adaptations for the type of climate visible. It should be noted that the area of the affected surface is proportional to the size of the organisms that materialize there. Further information on these organisms can be retrieved via the list of observed SCP-5691 entities, available upon request at the Site-81 archive center. SCP-5691-α can be divided into 25 separate designations, with differing colours and effects. SCP-5691-α instance designation Description 1-10 Varying shades of green. Application to a surface will result in the formation of a temperate environment. Manifested instances have included tropical rainforests, temperate forests, taigas and savannahs. Local humidity and temperature will vary accordingly. Flora that spawn here may not necessarily contain chlorophyll, despite the colour of the paint used in its creation. Given enough time, these environments tend to exhibit the most biodiversity. 11-20 Varying shades of yellow and brown. Application to a surface will result in the formation of arid environments, with local temperatures ranging from 70ºC to -115ºC. Research personnel are advised to prepare protective equipment when testing with SCP-5691-α-16 up to SCP-5691-α-20. Few flora and fauna have been recorded in these instances given the extremity of the environment. 21 Grey. Application to a surface will result in the formation of mountains and hills via spontaneous aggregation of minerals from an unknown source. The elevation of these landforms is mostly inconsistent, and appears to vary at random. Vegetation on these instances tend to be sparse, but show variation within close proximity to other instances. 22-23 Light and dark blue. Application to a surface will result in the formation of freshwater and saltwater bodies respectively with varying depths. It is noted that the proximity of SCP-5691-α-22 and -23 to other instances of SCP-5691-α and the depth of the body of water formed is typically proportional. Instances of the bodies of water being deeper than the expected conversion depth of 0.5 meters have been recorded. 24 Bright red. Application to a surface will result in the formation of a volcanically active region. Testing with SCP-5691-α-24 is restricted to personnel with Level 3 clearance and above. Personnel are required to equip fire-proximity suits during testing. 25 White. No effects observed. Heavily alters local Hume levels1. SCP-5691-β has been confirmed to be composed of a silicon-iron composite, and varies in size and mass with each instance. When it is completely covered in paint from SCP-5691-α, it demanifests completely. Instances of SCP-5691-β that are not completely painted do not demanifest, and can be safely contained. Despite this, existing infrastructure in Site-81's C Wing do not allow for feasible mass-storage of SCP-5691-β instances, and as such, all tests involving SCP-5691-β are to ensure that it is completely painted and allowed to de-manifest. Requests to supply the Site-81 break rooms with samples of SCP-5691-α and SCP-5691-β2 for recreational purposes are under consideration. SCP-5691 was purchased from an estate sale in Giverny, France by Senior Researcher Gachet, who only discovered the briefcase's anomalous property after prying it open. Prior to this, it is believed the item remained within the estate's storerooms for at least 80 years, and most likely has not been opened throughout this period. Event-5691-K23: On 22/05/12, Junior Researcher Danan partially coated SCP-5691-β with a sample of SCP-5691-α-25 during the latter's initial test. As noted in security footage and on-site Hume readings, local Hume levels dropped sharply after 4 minutes, leading to the expiration of Junior Researcher Danan within one of the spontaneously formed pockets of non-linear time before proper containment procedures could be undertaken. The low-Hume area grew to encompass Site-81's C Wing before the on-site Scranton Reality Anchors were activated, restoring local reality to baseline levels and ending the anomalous event, designated Event 5691-K23. Testing on SCP-5691-α-25 was subsequently discontinued by order of Site Director Nadal. It is currently believed that the SCP-5691-β instance present during the test was submerged in one of the pools of SCP-5691-α-25 formed during the event, and subsequently demanifested. Event 5691-CB09: On 17/03/32, the exoplanet Kepler-2███ anomalously disappeared. Closer observation of the exoplanet and its solar system revealed that [REDACTED]. Following this event, a similar exoplanet in a different star system has been designated Kepler-2███, with all publicly accessible information pertaining to the original exoplanet and star system updated by Foundation operatives in various prominent astronomical institutions to reflect this revision. The implications and exact nature of the Kepler-2███ event are currently under debate by Foundation and GOC astronomical institutions. The former Kepler-2███ star system remains under close observation for any secondary anomalous events. Addendum 5691-W4: After extensive testing, it is believed instances of SCP-5691-β are anomalously linked to existing exoplanets within the Milky Way galaxy. During periodic surveys by Foundation satellites on nearby solar systems, a few exoplanets have been observed to spontaneously undergo transmutation in composition and atmospheric composition. Further observation has confirmed the topology of selected exoplanets to be consistent with tests conducted in previous years. Addendum 5691-W6: As of 08/05/33, testing on SCP-5691-β has been discontinued permanently, amidst concerns that any SCP-5691-β instance may affect Earth, as there is no practical method of determining which exoplanet any such instance may affect. The threat of a GK-class hostile-greenhouse scenario was judged to outweigh any grounds for continued SCP-5691-β testing by the O5 council. However, testing on SCP-5691-α instances -1 to -23 on non-anomalous surfaces have been permitted due to the potential pharmaceutical applications of the manifested entities. Addendum 5691-F22: Following Event 5691-CB09, a letter manifested inside SCP-5691 alongside its anomalous contents, addressed to a Claude █████ (designated PoI-23653). Investigations have thus far been unable to locate or contact PoI-23653, with local records stating that the individual had passed away in 1926. A transcript of the letter, translated from French, can be found below. Dear Claude, That was a pretty long holiday, wasn't it? Have you finally lost your mind? Just what were you thinking? NEVER USE UNDILUTED ARGENT!. We went over this SO MANY TIMES since the last incident, and now you douse the entire canvas in it. I was barely able to convince our buyers that it was one of David's (you know how they love him and his abstract "modernist" nonsense) so PLEASE LAY OFF THE [EXPLETIVE] ARGENT. In addition, I am to inform you about the upcoming exhibition in the Pleiades on 30 March 2053. Please bring your best works, and preferably without a third deluge of argent. Extremely irritated, Vincent Investigations into the identities of Vincent (PoI-23654) and David (PoI-23655), as well as the "buyers" identified in the letter are currently ongoing. The Pleiades star cluster has since been designated as a Site of Interest by the Foundation Office of Celestial Anomalies, and remains under close observation for anomalous activity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5691" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5691. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. See Event-5691-K23. 2. See Addendum 5691-W12. |
SCP-5692 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5692 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5692 is currently held in a modified humanoid containment chamber at Site-29. The cell has altered temperature/atmospheric conditions to accommodate the subject’s physiology, the specifications of which are outlined in Document-5692-11. SCP-5692 is to be fed a concentrated mixture of amino acids, simple sugars, and ionic phosphates every 12-15 hours. The specifications for the preparation of this mixture are outlined in Document-5692-13. Class-A amnestics are authorized to be used on all parties associated with the containment of SCP-5692-A instances. Specific methods for the containment of instances of SCP-5629-A are to be determined on a case-by-case basis by participating operatives. Contained instances of SCP-5692-A are to be held in Site-29 with containment conditions appropriate to their physiological needs. These conditions may be determined through research of the subject or by using information provided by the subject. Further information regarding each contained instance of SCP-5692-A can be found on Documents-5692-(37-109). Research into the biology, behavior, and prior activities of SCP-5692 as well as instances of SCP-5692-A are currently being conducted under the supervision of Dr. Verner, head of the Extraterrestrial Anomaly Division of Site-29. Any concerns or inquires regarding the research or containment of SCP-5692 or instances of SCP-5692-A are to be directed to Dr. Verner. Description: SCP-5692 is a slug-like sapient organism of extraterrestrial origin measuring 2.3 m in length and folded backwards at the midpoint of its body to allow its anterior half to be aligned perpendicular to the ground. SCP-5692 possesses a head with a pair of large red eyes, an elongated, tube-shaped mouthpart, and two clusters of small pores on either side designed to facilitate respiration. SCP-5692 possesses a pair of stalk-like organs on either side of its torso, each ending in a round, sensitive organ capable of sprouting a number of flexible mycelium-like protrusions at will. The protrusions have been confirmed by SCP-5692 to be a means of reproduction and environmental manipulation. SCP-5692 is a dull orange in colour with dark and light countershading similar to many marine animals. SCP-5692 was recovered on October ██, 2014 from a small cabin in a forest near ███████, Oregon after several reports of UFO activity in the region were investigated by Foundation operatives. The incident was contained without incident and upon being confronted by operatives, SCP-5692 surrendered willingly into Foundation custody. SCP-5692 has been cooperative with Foundation staff since its containment and appears to answer most inquiries with sincerity. SCP-5692 is able to communicate using of a small electronic device embedded directly in its nervous system at the point where the structures analogous to a brain and ocular nerves meet. According to SCP-5692, the device is a translator capable of processing various methods of visual communication, including written words and the movement of lips, and directly implanting the abstract concepts they represent into the brain of SCP-5692. This device is also capable of converting the thoughts of SCP-5692 into audible words and/or holographic projections of written language using a speaker/holographic emitter located directly below the skin between its eyes. Using this device, SCP-5692 can understand the top 250 most common spoken and written languages on Earth as well as several hundred forms of extraterrestrial communication. SCP-5692 claims that due to its placement, removal of this device would instantly result in its death. Removal of this device for further study is not authorized. SCP-5692 is responsible for the integration of fifty to fifty-five extraterrestrial lifeforms, designated instances of SCP-5692-A, into Earth's societies and ecosystems between the years of 2001 and 2014, forty-two of which been have been successfully contained. The appearances and reasons for appearing on Earth vary drastically among instances of SCP-5692-A. All instances of SCP-5692-A are sapient and have previously engaged in business transactions with SCP-5692. The whereabouts and activity of all contained instances of SCP-5692-A were provided to Foundation personnel by SCP-5692 shortly after its initial containment. Addenda: Show Addendum-5692-1 Hide Addnedum-5692-1 Addendum-5692-1 The following is an incomplete list of contained instances of SCP-5692-A. The recovery of all subjects took place within a few months of the containment of SCP-5692. Many instances of SCP-5692-A disguised themselves using a complex organic gel accompanied by a convincing prosthetic skin-covering. The composition of the gel varies depending on the physiology of the subject and is designed to simulate the musculature of the subject’s assumed identity. The gel is able to respond to neural inputs from the subject and is controlled as if it were the subject’s own body1. All instances of SCP-5692-A observed thus far possess a translation/communication device similar to the one observed in SCP-5692. All human identities assumed by instances of SCP-5692-A are of people that had not existed prior to the subject's arrival on Earth and were accomplished by the forging of relevant documents. Instance Number Description Recovery Report Additional Information Provided by SCP-5692 SCP-5692-A-3 A reptilian humanoid entity measuring 1.8 m in height. The entity could change its outward appearance to resemble any human to an indistinguishable degree. Reasons for appearing on Earth are currently under investigation. Remains of the subject are currently held in Site-29’s Bio Lab. The subject was found to be posing as a politics professor at ███████ University for several years. It is unknown if this is the only identity the subject assumed while on Earth. Upon discovery by Foundation operatives, the subject injected itself with an unknown chemical compound that converted all its bodily tissues, excluding its skin, into a thick, green, highly basic solution resulting in death in a matter of seconds. “I’m not entirely sure why he came to me. He was more than capable of hiding on his own and by the sounds of things, he had some pretty powerful friends.” SCP-5692-A-11 An organism superficially resembling a rodent with hairless white skin and measuring 0.8 m in length. The subject possesses 5 prehensile tails capable of manipulating its environment and lacks hind limbs, ears, and nostrils. The subject was apparently on Earth to hide from an extraterrestrial crime organization that it was formerly affiliated with. The subject adopted the false identity of Ricky “Bambino” Buccelli and engaged in organized criminal activity in Chicago for a period of several years. The subject was contained without incident. On several occasions since its initial containment the subject has offered to exchange information about its former crime affiliates, both terrestrial and extraterrestrial, in exchange for freedom or special containment privileges. “Once a rat, always a rat.” SCP-5692-A-14 A silicon-based organism measuring 0.27 m in length resembling a translucent, grey cephalopod with 4 limbs and a cartilaginous endoskeleton. The subject was required to regularly consume sand to facilitate its bodily needs. According to the subject, it is a refugee of a massive interstellar war surrounding the Kepler-22 star system. The subject used a highly specialized gel capable of supporting its metabolism and maintaining a convincing disguise as a common house cat2. The subject posed as a family pet in a Toronto apartment for several years before being recovered by Foundation operatives while attempting to feed stray cats outside its apartment complex at night. “All the essentials come free and all you have to do is sit by the window when it’s sunny. Honestly, sounds like a pretty good gig… except for having to eat the litter.” SCP-5692-A-23 A complex network of extraterrestrial algae forming structures analogous to neurons and synapses. The resulting entity is a sapient photosynthetic mat at the water’s surface capable of splitting into separate intelligences and regrouping multiple of these intelligences into a single entity. One isolated intelligence occupied a gel-based disguise of a 60-65-year-old Caucasian male. The totality of the subject is currently held in 27 large containment vats in the ecological anomaly section of Site-29. The disguised portion of the subject was found to live in a small house at the edge of a swamp in the Florida Keys. Locals knew the individual as a reclusive eccentric known as “Bayou Bill”3. All information surrounding Bayou Bill was successfully removed from the surrounding area. Most of the subject was growing in a 3.4 km radius surrounding the house, causing major disturbances in the local ecosystem. The total recovery of the subject took 24 days due to its sprawling, decentralized nature. Despite claiming that its purpose on the planet was to research aquatic lifeforms, it is now believed that the subject was taking advantage of the environmental conditions of the swamp for growth and reproduction, the end goal of which remains uncertain. “What, you think it was plotting a takeover? I doubt it… Come on now. How was I supposed to know anyway? He could fit in a glass of water when I met him. Besides, if your planet’s weak enough to be conquered by seagrass, maybe that’s just natural selection.” SCP-5692-A-29 A 1.3 m long superficially mammalian creature resembling a snake with shaggy brown fur and 2 sets of thermosensitive organs directly below its eyes. The subject’s tail diverged into 7 points which acted as environmental manipulators. The subject also has a litter of 57 purely aquatic offspring that each measure 7-10 cm in diameter and resemble sea urchins with soft, flexible hairs rather than spines. The subject reportedly sought to escape overpopulation regulations on its home planet that would require it to terminate 42 of its offspring. The subject was disguised as a 34-year-old female botanist living in a small town along the Mexico/US border. The subject kept its offspring in pet aquariums in the back of their flower shop. Upon initial containment, the subject was extremely hostile but became cooperative after accommodations were made to allow the subject and offspring to be contained together. “Oh yeah, I remember her… gave her a discount, I think. Never let it be said that I don’t have a heart.4” SCP-5692-A-32 A 1.5 m tall vaguely humanoid organism with several avian features including a toothed beak, a blue downy feather-like skin covering designed for thermoregulation, and talon-like hands and feet. According to the subject and SCP-5692, the species to which the subject belongs has an average lifespan of 16 years. The subject cited tourism as its reason for appearing on Earth. The remains of the subject are preserved and held in Site-29’s Bio Lab. The subject spent the last 2 years of its life posing as a wealthy 70-75-year-old Turkish man. Using this disguise, the subject visited numerous sights of natural and historical significance on every continent5. The subject entered willingly into Foundation custody after being seized by operatives at Machu Picchu, claiming that it had "seen enough". The subject died 3 weeks after initial containment. “The man lead a military coup, became the leader of his planet, reared 4 children, cured an infectious skin-disease in his spare time, faked his death, emigrated on a whim to an underdeveloped planet he heard rumors of in a bar one day, and experienced everything your planet had to offer all within the span of a decade. We have a saying about the birds where I come from… they’re insane.” SCP-5692-A-37 A 2.4 m tall, slender humanoid entity with thin, transparent skin. The entity lacks muscle fibers and moves by controlling the movement of pressurized gas through specialized organs in its limbs. The subject was native to a low-gravity planet and came to Earth to study the relationship between trees and fungi in the forests of North America. The subject was outfitted with a gel-based disguise and a device which could manipulate gravity in a 10 cm radius around its body. The disguise was made to resemble the North American cryptid Sasquatch. The subject was found in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta and was apprehended without incident. “She was too tall for a human gel and she wanted to live in the woods for the rest of her life. Not bad, eh? Well, I thought it was pretty clever.” Research into the location, nature, and capabilities of the civilizations that instances of SCP-5692-A originate from is ongoing. Interviews with SCP-5692 and instances of SCP-5692-A have thus far proven useful in obtaining information, however, more direct methods of observation are currently in development. Show Interview Log-5692-3 Hide Interview Log-5692-3 Interview Log-5692-3 Preface: The following interview took place on November ██, 2014. In the prior two interviews SCP-5692 revealed the location and identities of 42 instances of SCP-5692-A. SCP-5692 claimed that the total number of SCP-5692-A instances on Earth was between 50 and 55 and that it had forgotten the location and identities of the remaining instances. The purpose of this interview was to obtain more information regarding the circumstances surrounding the presence of SCP-5692 on Earth. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Verner: Hello 5692, I have a few questions regarding your involvement in the presence of extraterrestrial organisms on Earth. Is that alright? SCP-5692: Yeah, I’m sure I can make time for it. Dr. Verner: Excellent, how did you arrive on Earth initially? SCP-5692: Well, Earth belongs to a collection of planets that, for one reason or another, are forbidden by interstellar law to contact. In your case, it appears to be a “non-interference” type deal. Honestly, it’s not like anyone is missing out on anything, I don’t find this place nearly as interesting or endearing as some of my customers do. Either way, a good place to hide and as I came to discover, make a profit while I’m at it. Dr. Verner: Hide? Hide from what? SCP-5692: More appropriate to ask from who, and even more appropriate to ask who I’m not hiding from. Dr. Verner: Are you a fugitive? SCP-5692: You make it sound like I'm dangerous! I pulled one too many fast-ones and before I knew it, 8 of the 15 largest government powers in the galaxy were onto me, many of which, I might add, think execution is an appropriate punishment for stealing a Jerrkokan loaf6, much less… let's call them dishonest business dealings. Dr. Verner: Earlier you referred to the extraterrestrials you assisted as customers. What sort of payment did they provide you for your services? SCP-5692: Well, first off, their ship. They’d give up their ship and everything on it along with a package of additional goods depending on where the customer came from, I’d do my research ahead of time. Dr. Verner: What were some of these goods? SCP-5692: Stuff that’s universally valuable, you know. Precious metals, black market organic materials, illegal technology, stuff like that. That way I could trade them in for whatever currency made the most sense when I got back to the grift. Dr. Verner: So, once they made their deal with you, they had no way of getting off world? SCP-5692: Ah, that was the beauty of it. If you’re desperate enough to relocate for the rest of your life, then you’re probably also willing to shell out an arm, leg, or equivalent appendage. Plus, you couldn’t go and tell your friends about your vacation on Earth after you left. Last thing we wanted was to attract unwanted attention. “Once you’re in, you’re in.” That was rule number one. Dr. Verner: What were the other rules? SCP-5692: Common sense stuff, you know. No transmissions off world, avoid doctors, cops, or anyone wearing a tinfoil hat, you get it. In exchange, they knew I would keep quiet and they could safely do… whatever they came here to do without being harassed. Dr. Verner: So, why did you decide to give up information about your customers to us? They provided you things of immense value for your secrecy. SCP-5692: Well, I can’t trade in any of those things for money now, and even if I could, what good would it do me in here? No, they can live like me now. What’s the saying? Our goose is cooked! They knew the risks when they broke interstellar law. Although, I’m sure if they knew this was a concealer world they might have thought twice. Dr. Verner: A concealer world? SCP-5692: Yeah, you know. A world with a big shadowy organization that hunts down things that don’t make total sense. The Tribunal of the Charmock, The Ble’nesh Authority, The Octagon Order7, there’s at least half a dozen others. You guys are unique, though. Dr. Verner: In what ways? SCP-5692: Well, you make some of the other guys look sloppy. I lived here for 13 years and I never once suspected that there was such an organization on this planet. Well done, I’m usually pretty good at spotting these sorts of things. Most of them also prefer to terminate dangerous things rather than put them in a box. I was lucky you had the philosophy you did, otherwise it would have been no different than being executed for one of my harmless schemes… well, mostly harmless. Dr. Verner: Any additional information you can provide about these organizations? It would be nice to know what our counterparts are up to. SCP-5692: One thing all you guys have in common is that once you have someone in your sights, they’re as good as yours. That’s why I surrendered so easily when I saw you guys showing up to my cabin. I wonder if Keswick knew about you guys. Oh, that would make it even more infuriating! Dr. Verner: Well, I think that will do for today. We’ll have to get you to expand on some of the points you’ve laid out here today at a later date. SCP-5692: Yeah, yeah, sure. I got nothing better to do. [END LOG] Final Notes: "This is the third time SCP-5692 brought up a person named Keswick. From what I could gather, Keswick is a person that assisted SCP-5692 in smuggling aliens onto Earth. I'll see what sort of intel we can gather on our own before questioning 5692. If the two are still working together, the information provided by 5692 may be intentionally misleading." -Dr. Verner Show Interview Log-5692-4 Hide Interview Log-5692-4 Interview Log-5692-4 Preface: The following interview was conducted on November ██, 2014. In prior interviews, SCP-5692 had briefly alluded to the existence of an apparently non-anomalous human collaborator in his mid-late 30's known as Keswick. Subsequent interviews with instances of SCP-5692-A have shown that subjects are unaware of the specific events/entities involved in their integration and have only a vague recollection of the identity of Keswick and SCP-5692. Additional investigations were unsuccessful in uncovering additional information on Keswick. The purpose of this interview was to obtain more information on Keswick and his involvement in the presence of extraterrestrials on Earth. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Verner: Hello 5692, are you ready for another interview? SCP-5692: You know, if I were a little duller, I would try and get you to call me by my real name but knowing this place, it seems unlikely. So, I don't think I'm even gonna tell you. I know your name but you don't know mine, it shifts the power balance a little more in my favor, don't you think? Dr. Verner: Sure. May we start the interview now? SCP-5692: Alright Vern… V-E-R-N Vern, V-E-R-N. You like that? It’s Rain Man. Dr. Verner: Yes, I know, very charming. When did you see Rain Man? SCP-5692: Keswick would bring me movies, books, basically whatever media I wanted between customers to keep me busy. A lot of Earth entertainment is pretty weak, but it can be very addictive. Dr. Verner: I suppose that explains how your speech is so colloquial, even “speaking” through a translator. SCP-5692: Ah, well it's not enough to simply speak a language… when you interact with customers from a whole different world it pays to give off a certain familiarity. My charm is a well known universal constant, Vern. Dr. Verner: Very nice, but if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you more about this Keswick individual you've mentioned in previous interviews. SCP-5692: Ooh, I've been waiting for this one, Alright, let’s get into it. Dr. Verner: What, precisely, was your role when in the integration of extraterrestrials on Earth? SCP-5692: Well, I was responsible for receiving transmissions from customers, making the gel disguises, setting up the customers with the machines they need, educating the customer on Earth’s customs, and of course, handling the bonified treasury we’d acquired. Everything else fell on that Sor’guk8, Keswick. Dr. Verner: Can you tell me more about Keswick’s role? SCP-5692: He was responsible for finding accommodations, giving the customer enough to live on initially, forging documents, transporting the customer where they needed to go, stuff like that. He’d always alter with the memories of the customer in such a way that they had only a vague idea of who we were, it was safer that way. The customers always had no recollection of precisely how they’d got to where they were or who else was involved. Dr. Verner: So, it’s possible others were involved? SCP-5692: I don’t see how it could have been possible any other way, but the specifics were always a mystery. He’d always get anxious and irritable when I asked about his methods, I quickly learned to stop questioning him. He was a good partner, did his part for next to nothing. In fact, he would lose money on every operation, and his payment was… strange. Dr. Verner: Can you elaborate, please? SCP-5692: Well, he would just ask to take bits of technology and bio samples from the stash for a month or two and then return them in perfect condition. He’d also spend a strange amount of time with some of the customers before relocating them. Where they were or what they did during that time is anyone’s guess, not even they remember. That was my first clue that something was up with him… I always knew he was suspicious, but I could never resist having a partner that worked essentially for free. Dr. Verner: How did you come to be associated with Keswick to begin with? SCP-5692: He found me, believe it or not. He claimed to be the owner of the cabin I was squatting in, but I knew that was a lie because the place looked like it had been empty for at least a decade. He was quiet and imposing, I thought he was about to kill me or turn me in, but instead he seemed to have some vague idea of who I was. He told me about a con where he would handle all the heavy lifting and I could be rich when the manhunt on me was over. Of course, I quite literally couldn’t refuse. Dr. Verner: So the scheme was his idea? SCP-5692: As much as I want to take credit, I can't. Dr. Verner: Could you provide any information about Keswick that you learned over your time working together? Anything that would help us locate him? SCP-5692: Believe me, there’s nothing I want to do more than bring this guy in, but he was so secretive… I’m pretty sure Keswick wasn’t even his real name. Other than the occasional VHS or comic book drop off we pretty much never interacted outside of business. Dr. Verner: When was the last time you heard from Keswick prior to containment? SCP-5692: About a week before, but I know he was responsible for me being here. Dr. Verner: Could you elaborate? SCP-5692: You see, my species endures a molting period for a matter of days every few years in which we are unresponsive to the world outside our molting pods. When I exited my molting state, I checked the hiding spots with all the payments only to find they were empty. All my other belongings, including the ships, were gone and there was residue on the ground indicating that several ships had taken off. Then your boys in black came knocking within the hour and I knew it was over. Dr. Verner: Very interesting, thank you 5692. I think we have everything we need for today. SCP-5692: No problem. You can repay me by bringing in that Par’mot9, Keswick… I'm sorry Vern, please don't take offence. I swear, I become my father when I get angry. [END LOG] Final Notes: "Assuming all this is reliable, we're left with more questions than answers. Was anyone else involved? If so, who and for what reason? What did they need all this alien technology for? Regardless of the answers, finding this Keswick individual should be a top priority." -Dr. Verner Following this interview, Keswick was designated POI 17,235. Attempts to determine his whereabouts, current activities, and potential collaborators are ongoing. Footnotes 1. When submerged in the gel, the subject's body becomes unresponsive while the gel moves in accordance with neurological signals. Sensory information is also transferred directly from the gel into the nervous system of the subject. As a result, subjects have reported that using the gel feels indistinguishable from having a biological body of the gel's shape and size. 2. The gel was capable of converting a portion of the oxygen diffusing through the gel into hydrogen sulfide, absorbing certain molecules from cat food and converting it into chemically-compatible nutrients, and altering the remaining food matter to resemble feline feces before being excreted from the gel. 3. Reports include him swimming nude in pond scum, talking to the scum when no one was around, using an excessive amount of fertilizer to accelerate the growth of the scum, fending off herbivorous animals from consuming the scum, and generally tending to the scum in a manner similar to a farmer with their crops. 4. Subsequent analysis of the anatomy of SCP-5692 has shown that the subject possesses 4 pump-like organs positioned throughout its body. These organs are analogous to a heart in function. 5. These sights include the Seven Natural Wonders, the Seven Wonders of the World, and nearly two dozen additional locations. 6. SCP-5692 later explained that a "Jerrkokan loaf" is a food item that was popular among soldiers and people on poorer worlds due to its low cost and high nutritional content. 7. Due to their secrecy, research into these organizations have yielded little regarding their goals, methods, or capabilities. 8. SCP-5692 later explained that "Sor'quk" is a derogatory term for untrustworthy individuals. The term originated as a slang term for the reproductive organs of one of the sexes in a species with 3 sexes. 9. SCP-5692 later explained that "Par'mot" is a derogatory term for someone who evolved on a planet orbiting a yellow star. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5692" by Trombus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5692. Licensed under CC-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-5693 | euclid | SCP-5693: If you want to know what God thinks about money, just look at the people he gives it to Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-5693 LEVEL 3/5693 CONFIDENTIAL Footage taken from attempted invasive observation of SCP-5693. Special Containment Procedures: Due to structural damage resulting from SCP-5693, Disposal Site-27 is to remain abandoned. As such, a second provisional site has been constructed a safe distance away to observe the colony. Research into the former purpose of Disposal Site-27 is currently considered a top priority. As to prevent unnecessary expansion of the colony, personnel assigned to SCP-5693 are to have little to no viewpoints on religion or religious matters. Description: SCP-5693 refers to a colony of termites of indeterminate size, currently occupying the bottom level of Disposal Site-27.1 SCP-5693 matches no known species of termite, although its nest superficially resembles that of cathedral termites, with large mounds of the colony extending upwards through the ceiling tiles and ventilation shafts. These mounds superficially resemble bell towers, and are engraved with unknown symbols believed to be of theological significance. These symbols emit a blue glow whenever SCP-5693 undergo a consumption event. During a consumption event, SCP-5693 are capable of consuming any material. SCP-5693 will target items that emit Akiva radiation, particularly those associated with religion.2 This radiation will then be channeled within enzymes produced by SCP-5693 to transmute affected objects into wood pulp. This material is mostly consumed by SCP-5693, although an estimated 15% of it is used to further expand the colony. SCP-5693 transmute an estimated 450 kg of material each day, with current predictions showing SCP-5693 will completely consume the site by 2038. It is currently unknown how SCP-5693 achieved its current size as Disposal Site-27 was found abandoned upon discovery. However, various surviving artifacts were discovered through subsonic imaging either partially or completely untouched by SCP-5693 within the site's ruins, forming pockets of untouched earth around them. These objects include; Hazardous waste bags (present in excess and emptied of contents). Various scientific equipment and machinery.3 Several mason jars, filled with an unknown substance. The Proper Disposal of Religious Artifacts by Yossi Leiner and Randall Bannock. Chunks of concrete and plaster possessing the emblem of the Department of Tactical Theology. The Department claims to have no knowledge of the anomaly and has refused further comment. Notably, severe chemical weathering associated with religious refuse and theological waste has been detected around the colony in SCP-5693's former containment chamber,4 although this appears to have stopped following its expansion into the rest of the facility Further research into the significance of these objects is currently pending. Footnotes 1. An abandoned provisional site located in a remote area of the Northern Territory of Australia. Due to a lack of documentation, the site's former purpose is currently unknown. 2. Due to the casual link most objects have to religion, this is often sufficient enough to enable its consumption. 3. A majority of which was severely damaged, although were identified as commonly used in the care of Thaumiel-class anomalies. 4. According to recovered blueprints of the facility. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5693" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5693. Licensed under CC-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: termite.png Name: CSIRO ScienceImage 2183 Termite Colony (edits done by me) Author: CSIRO License: CC BY-3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5694 | keter | The War Pigs, or Pygmalien - HarryBlank ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5694 LEVEL 2/5694 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5694 Keter An instance of SCP-5694 attempting to escape notice. Special Containment Procedures: The only surviving instance of SCP-5694 is in United States Army detention. Director Paul Lague (Site-322) is engaged in dialogue with the Secretary of the Army to secure its release to Foundation custody. No means of preventing SCP-5694 manifestation has yet been discovered. Containment efforts must be focused on amnesticization of witnesses and control of witness accounts. Description: SCP-5694 instances are identical humanoid entities resembling a balding white male with a chinstrap beard, approximately thirty years of age. While their ability to speak English suggests sapience, dialogues with SCP-5694 instances inevitably decline into nonsensicality in short order. Every encounter reported thus far has occurred at a place of business in the United States, with similar thematic undertones. Until 16/08/2019, these encounters were described to local law enforcement rather than caught on film. Examples have included: Date of SCP-5694 Sighting Interaction 01/01/2015 Entity attempted to purchase a bow and arrow from a Cabela's Inc. store in Pennsylvania, expressing a desire to "gain violence for money." 29/08/2017 Entity attempted to hire a bodyguard from Wright Security Solutions in Colorado, promising to "pay well for assault." 16/03/2018 Entity attempted to purchase munitions from the United States Air Force, for the stated purpose of "having the explosions we all enjoy." 18/06/2019 Entity attempted to adopt a Pekingese toy dog from a shelter in Nashville, Tennessee, to acquire "extra teeth, for harm." When successfully able to complete its desired transactions, each SCP-5694 instance pays with a functioning VISA credit card and leaves the premises on foot.1 It collapses in mid-step shortly thereafter, dropping its purchases and immediately expiring. Autopsy of SCP-5694 instances reveals a physical structure superficially similar to that of a baseline human being, but composed primarily of elements from porcine biology. Trace elements not found naturally in the Earth's biosphere have been identified in each instance's bloodstream. SCP-5694 instances make overt attempts to avoid being photographed or filmed; these are invariably unsuccessful. Addendum 5694.1: First Recorded Sighting On 16/08/2019, an instance of SCP-5694 entered Silvestri's Garden Supply in Olympia, Washington during a taped training exercise. It approached owner Mario Silvestri and trainee Tatiana Fonseca to open a dialogue. The resultant footage is transcribed below. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5694: This is where I am, like they said. Fonseca: Uh… (Fonseca looks to Silvestri, who shrugs.) Fonseca: Need any help? SCP-5694: I am here to do the buy! (Fonseca stares at SCP-5694 for a moment, then rallies.) Fonseca: Well, that's… great, because we're here to… do the sell! SCP-5694: Can I buy the kill? Fonseca: …what? SCP-5694: We or I would like to purchase death. (Fonseca laughs nervously.) SCP-5694: Ha ha ha ha. Fonseca: What do you actually mean, though. SCP-5694: Death spray! To melt the insides. Fonseca: Are you from Canada, or something? Silvestri: Hey, do you mean pesticides? You want to buy a pesticide? SCP-5694: Pesticide. Silvestri: To kill bugs? (Silvestri indicates a small scurrying creature with his fingers.) SCP-5694: Correct! I want to capitalize small murder. «END LOG» The instance attempted to purchase the store's entire stock of pesticides. When informed that a commercial license is required to make such a large purchase, it settled on five cans of organophosphate spray. It then proceeded to conduct the same transaction at four other garden centers in the area. Addendum 5694.2: Second Recorded Sighting An SCP-5694 instance was next recorded on 22/04/2020 at Bellissimo Bar and Grill in South Bend, Indiana. Security cameras captured the following interactions with hostess Wiola Balik: TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5694: I arrive for the consumption queue. Balik: That's the spirit. SCP-5694: I wish to incorporate the smaller. Balik: Uh. Well, follow me. (Balik gestures at the tables, and moves towards them. SCP-5694 does not follow.) SCP-5694: I am doing this correctly. Balik: Yeah, well done. SCP-5694: Say loudly that I'm not doing this wrong. Balik: Did you come here to eat, or…? SCP-5694: Eat? Balik: Yeah. Eat. SCP-5694: Eat? Let me check "eat." (SCP-5694 stares at Balik for approximately five seconds, eyes blank.) Balik: Uh— SCP-5694: Yeah, eat. Consume. I wanna diminish you. Balik: I don't… what? SCP-5694: Ha ha ha ha. Balik: Is this a bit? Or do you actually want to sit down? SCP-5694: I will reduce via mastication, and pay for the privilege. Balik: Buddy, this ain't that kind of bar. «END LOG» Addendum 5694.3: Final Recorded Sighting The most recent civilian encounter with an instance of SCP-5694 was experienced by Boris Kovac, manager of human resources at Briscomb, Fowler and Cross LLC, who recorded the following abortive telephone interview on 15/07/2020: TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5694: Is this the people mill? Kovac: What? SCP-5694: The people mill. To mill the people. The people mill. Kovac: I don't know if you think you're being funny— SCP-5694: Ha ha ha ha. Kovac: —but I'm not hiring court jesters today. Now, what are your long-term career goals? SCP-5694: I will decrease others to enlarge myself. Kovac: Okay, that isn't— SCP-5694: We want to resource the humans. Kovac: Kid, if you're not gonna take this seriously I've got ten more applicants who will. SCP-5694: Work harder, work harder. Do I pass? «END LOG» Addendum 5694.4: Present Status A surviving SCP-5694 instance was taken into military custody after approaching an army recruitment office in Miami, Florida with the stated aim of "joining the murder company, for funding." Its failure to expire has been attributed to a lack of official response to this enquiry. Footnotes 1. VISA Inc. claims the credit card number in question has not yet been assigned, and is in fact invalid. 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SCP-5695 | safe | Item #: SCP-5695 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5695 is available for use by any member of personnel upon request. Usage of SCP-5695 is to be recorded in the Experiment Log for the sake of posterity. At least one instance of SCP-5695 is to be kept in existence at all times. Description: SCP-5695 is a figurine formed of milk chocolate, superficially resembling a common goldfish. When SCP-5695 is placed into a body of water, all aquatic organisms in that body of water will become additional instances of SCP-5695, regardless of the size of the area involved. All additional instances of SCP-5695 demonstrate the same anomalous properties. SCP-5695 has been described as extremely pleasing to the palate, exhibiting a smooth texture that nonetheless holds a distinctive structure when pressed against the tongue. Although most chocolate is considered to be an indulgence, popular consensus is that SCP-5695 can be consumed at any time of the day with no ill effects. Analysis of SCP-5695's components has been ineffective in proving or disproving this belief. Discovery: SCP-5695 was discovered in a cabin owned by amateur chef Arnold Grussman after passing hikers complained of a foul smell emanating from the building. Upon investigation by local authorities, the body of Mr. Grussman was discovered1 along with SCP-5695 itself. The Foundation became involved with this case after it became apparent that, at some point prior to the body's discovery, all fish in the nearby Lake Gray had become instances of SCP-5695. Experiment Log 5695-1: In order to test the limits of SCP-5695's conversion properties, a series of experiments were undertaken. All tests were undertaken by placing SCP-5695 into a body of water and observing the results. Body of Water: Small tank. Item: One goldfish. Result: Goldfish became an additional instance of SCP-5695. Body of Water: Small tank. Item: Two starfish. Result: Starfish became additional instances of SCP-5695. Body of Water: Large tank. Item: Four Mallard ducks. Result: None. Body of Water: Large tank. Item: Six dolphins. Result: Dolphins became additional instances of SCP-5695. Interesting. A dolphin is a mammal, not a fish, yet SCP-5695 converted it all the same. What kind of criteria does it use? Not that I'm complaining, with how tasty the things are! - Dr. Grade. Body of Water: Large tank. Item: Twelve dolphins. Result: None. Disappointing. - Dr. Grade. Body of Water: Lake St. James, Massachusetts Item: All fish present. Result: All fish converted into instances of SCP-5695. I would say this proves there's no distance limit on SCP-5695's conversion. Imagine the returns if we hadn't blocked off the river beforehand! - Dr. Grade. Addendum 5695-1 (Freeze on Testing) Last night, our security system detected Junior Researcher Darnell attempting to smuggle an SCP-5695 instance out of the Site. As if that weren't bad enough, under interrogation he kindly informed me that this is something the SCP-5695 research staff have been doing quite a bit. I hope I don't have to say how appalled I am. All of you, expect to be summoned to a formal inquiry within the next few days. None of you are to leave Site-37 until then. Director Fitzpatrick On 12/06/2019, during a meeting with senior site staff regarding recent containment breaches, Director Fitzpatrick suddenly fell from his seat and began spasming wildly while gasping for breath. Several seconds later, Director Fitzpatrick's entire body was transfigured into a statue of milk chocolate, save for his eyes, which continued to follow personnel around the room. Witnesses described said eyes as delicious. Footnotes 1. Cause of death determined as autocannibalistic puncture of the jugular. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5695" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5695. Licensed under CC-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-5696 | neutralized | SCP-5696. Item #: SCP-5696 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5696 is kept in anomalous item locker #5696 at Site-19. No further procedures are considered necessary. +Initial Containment Procedures+ -Close Procedures- Prior to entering SCP-5696-A, subjects are to be given a button camera fashioned to look like a pin supporting William H. Thompson for the 1931 Chicago Mayoral Election. The camera should be placed on the subject's left lapel after entering SCP-5696-A. During the displacement of SCP-5696-1 into SCP-5696-A, the SCP-5696 testing chamber is to be monitored for their return. Description: SCP-5696 is a revolver resembling a Smith and Wesson M&P .38 in both function and design. The weapon bears two engravings: The first being a manufacturer engraving along the cylinder reading "S&W Model EO-11 C.S."1 and the second on one side of the barrel reading "Finish this job, Kill that cheating bastard."[sic]. When SCP-5696 is held in the right hand of a subject and the cylinder is opened using that hand, the subject (henceforth SCP-5696-1) will be displaced into SCP-5696-A.2 "Finish this job, Kill that cheating bastard."[sic] SCP-5696-A refers to an alternate dimension consisting primarily of a nightclub named "The Dying Roses," a building that was once located at ███ Division St., Chicago, which closed in 1956. Displaced subjects will find themselves dressed in formal attire appropriate for the early 1930's regardless of what they were dressed in prior to displacement. This includes a striped suit and matching dress pants, a blue tie, white undershirt, and a striped fedora. All objects on their person will have demanifested until their return, where they will find themselves dressed in their original clothing with the same belongings. Alterations to the subject's physical body made while within SCP-5696-A will remain, however. Note that SCP-5696-1 will displace with $1, $5 and $10 bills in varying amounts, totaling up to $100, in their left inner coat pocket.3 No items can be brought out of or taken into SCP-5696-A with the exception of any object held in SCP-5696-1's left hand during their removal from our dimension. Displacement only occurs with subjects who meet a certain set of physical specifications (see document 5696-M5 for full list); these include particular height and BMI limitations, but do not include race or sex requirements. When viewed upon immediate entry, the area surrounding "The Dying Roses" consists of empty space. SCP-5696-A will construct an environment dependent on the needs or requirements of SCP-5696-1. This usually begins with a cityscape of apartment buildings but has also included rival clubs, hospitals, fire stations, and police stations. SCP-5696-A also creates smaller objects as needed, including but not limited to telephone poles, call boxes, and motor vehicles. During their shift into SCP-5696-A, the subject will experience a series of semi-predictable events. Events that occur can have varying outcomes or be prevented entirely based on the actions taken by SCP-5696-1 while in SCP-5696-A. In some cases, actions taken have led to notable and/or unusual events occurring (see Addendum 5696-2). None of the events are particularly anomalous, but rather reflect real actions that may have been taken by the involved entities and the consequences thereof. The following details the most commonly-recorded series of events. 00:00 - 1:00: SCP-5696-1 will be ushered to a seat at the bar as they "wait for the rest of their party,"4 although subjects may do as they please. Subjects have been recorded as having ordered food and drinks5, purchasing cigars or cigarettes, interacting with waitstaff and other customers, speaking with and/or paying stage dancers, and in some cases, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.6 1:01 - 1:45: Five men (SCP-5696-2, -3, -4, -5, -6) will enter the establishment over the course of 45 minutes and mill about the area. They most commonly spend this time sitting next to each other at the bar and ordering various drinks. Each of them will eventually begin to smoke and talk among themselves. 1:46 - 1:59: SCP-5696-2 through -6 will enter a room at the far end of the establishment that is closed off by a pair of red curtains. SCP-5696-1 will be ushered into the room by a member of the waitstaff and will be introduced to the men as "Mark Kennedy of the C.P.D.7 He's here on behalf of Nitti's gang."8 They will stare at SCP-5696-1 in silence for roughly five seconds before laughing and shaking their hand. SCP-5696-5 will offer SCP-5696-1 a cigarette if they don't already have one, and the member of waitstaff will offer them a drink. SCP-5696-5 will show them to an open seat around a table covered in green felt. 2:00 - 6:00: SCP-5696-1 through -6 will begin to play Texas Hold 'em using direct monetary bets. From here, similarities become less common and the timeline of events begins to differ due to subject input. Play styles, game outcomes, conversation topics, and general actions influence what occurs. Addendum 5696-1: Characteristics of SCP-5696-2 through -6. Note: The following information has been gathered through a total of 129 tests and is still in development. SCP-5696-2: Name: Jack Walker Age: 37-40 Relatives: Single, never married, no children Profession: Trumpet Player, "The Jimmy Michaels Brass Band." Play Style: Quiet, only makes safe bets. Notes: Does not drink as he believes the hangover ruins his performing abilities. Often leaves the table for fresh air. Occasionally performs with "The Dying Roses Jazz Band" when he is having a particularly good night. Displays nervousness when involved in conversations regarding all law-related subjects. Has occasionally claimed to know SCP-5696-1 "from work." SCP-5696-3: Name: Casey Malkovitch Age: 22-23 (Birthday occasionally occurs) Relatives: Girlfriend, no children Profession: Underground boxing champion Play Style: Bluffs often, folds rarely. Notes: Overdramatic personality. Has repeatedly made threats to "fight every person in this godforsaken hellhole if I lose this next hand." Attends the University of Chicago but refuses to state his major. Always has a large sum of money on his person. SCP-5696-4: Name: Roy Jacobsen Age: 25-29 Relatives: Single, never married, no children Profession: Unemployed Play Style: Unfamiliar with the game, makes large bets apparently at random. Notes: Claims to be the son of a millionaire Wall Street broker. Regularly offers to buy drinks for every person at the table, occasionally for the entire population of SCP-5696-A. Often becomes overly-inebriated and has been caught paying dancers and crying to them on more than 35 occasions. Dodges questions regarding personal matters of all forms. SCP-5696-5: Name: Jake Rose Age: 32 Relatives: Married, one son. Play Style: Exceptional bluffing. Rarely makes a net loss. Notes: Served as a rifleman in the First World War. Often shares war stories, most commonly a story regarding a grenade shrapnel wound sustained in the upper right thigh. Became an expert at poker while in the trenches. Is business partners with SCP-5696-6 but claims he does not participate in illegal activity. Claims the nightclub is named after "the one time a bullet hit the very top of my helmet and nearly killed me." SCP-5696-6: Name: Clyde Jackson Age: 33 Relatives: Married, one son, one daughter. Play Style: Average, occasionally makes larger bets when on a losing streak. Notes: Proprietor of "The Dying Roses." Is involved with the Chicago Outfit and regularly discusses the location's use as a front for cocaine production and sale, despite the Chicago Outfit's distaste for drug use. Served with SCP-5696-5 in the First World War. Usually jovial, even in dark times. Occasionally has his wife visit the establishment and spends considerable amounts of time talking about his family. Addendum 5696-2: List of Notable Discrepancies Test #: 03 Time: 1:20 Event: A female test subject was used. SCP-5696-1 was removed from the building for "impersonating Mr. Kennedy. She even wore his fucking clothes." SCP-5696-A was viewed forming a full cityscape. SCP-5696-1 spent the remainder of the time in the parking lot and wandering through the streets of SCP-5696-A. Test #: 24 Time: 5:00 Event: SCP-5696-1 repeatedly bet all money on their person.9 SCP-5696-3 punched SCP-5696-1, knocking them unconscious. Test #: 27 Time: 3:25 Event: Two thieves attempted to rob the nightclub at gunpoint. Every patron and member of the waitstaff drew a firearm on the thieves, including SCP-5696-1. They left peacefully. Test #: 39 Time: 2:05 Event: SCP-5696-1 immediately shot SCP-5696-6 for losing a hand to him and was immediately fired upon by SCP-5696-5. SCP-5696-1's corpse was transported and dumped into the Chicago River. SCP-5696-1 returned dead with five bullet wounds in the chest and entirely soaked. Test #: 52 Time: 4:45 Event: SCP-5696-1 requested a "taste test" from SCP-5696-6 during a conversation regarding drug sales. SCP-5696-6 obliged. During the last hour, SCP-5696-6 led SCP-5696-1 around a back room. SCP-5696-1's coat accidentally caught fire, causing him to panic. He ripped the jacket off and threw it into a puddle of spilled alcohol, setting the establishment ablaze. SCP-5696-1 returned with severe 3rd degree burns. Test #: 66 Time: 4:30 Event: SCP-5696-1 had won each hand played that session. SCP-5696-6 bet the deed to the establishment. SCP-5696-1 played four aces. Time: 5:00 Event: SCP-5696-1 had all patrons and all but two waitstaff members removed from the location, including SCP-5696-2 through -6. SCP-5696-1 spent the night becoming intoxicated among the female performers and engaging in sexual activity. Some patrons began to approach a police call box when they were denied re-entry and were stopped by other patrons. Test #: 94 Time: 1:45 Event: SCP-5696-3 declared that it was his birthday. No playing occurred and SCP-5696-3 was baked and served a chocolate cake. A portion of the day was spent celebrating his birthday. Test #: 105 Time: 3:35 Event: In an attempt to make conversation, SCP-5696-1 asked the other players what their favorite television shows were. SCP-5696-1 spent the next hour attempting to explain various products of modern technology to them before SCP-5696-3 called a hospital. SCP-5696-1 spent the remainder of the night in the back of a white Rolls-Royce bearing red crosses, where he was questioned about his sanity. Test #: 127 Time: 5:00 Event: +Test 127 Video Log+ -Close Log- File Name: TEST_5696-127 Date: 1/21/2020 Print Transcription? Y Beginning Auto-Transcription.. [[Skipping to designated event portion. A full transcription may be requested from Dr. Patra, lead researcher for SCP-5696.]] 4:59 SCP-5696-1 has been looking at SCP-5696-5 on and off over the course of the last 10 minutes. SCP-5696-5: Okay, what's wrong, kid? Something on my face? SCP-5696-1: No, I just can't help but notice that what you lack in beauty, you seem to be making up for in card skills. Try letting us win some hands, you might have more fun. SCP-5696-5: Hey, I'm sorry God's been wanting me to have your money! I can't help that. SCP-5696-1: Uh huh, yeah, I'm sure that's what's going on. 5:03 SCP-5696-1 folds his current hand, then stands. SCP-5696-1: Gents, I'm going to take a piss. SCP-5696-1 walks around the left side of the table, despite this being a longer route to the room's exit. 5:04 SCP-5696-1 removes the pin and sets it on the table by SCP-5696-5. SCP-5696-1: Hold on to this for me, will ya. SCP-5696-5: What, giving up politics, kid? Whatever. Hey while you're in there, do me a favor and go fuck yourself too. 5:04 - 5:09 SCP-5696-1 spends five minutes presumably in the bathroom. Note that SCP-5696-5 is recorded removing cards from his current hand and replacing them with cards from his coat via sleight of hand, twice. 5:10 SCP-5696-1 returns and places the pin over his left breast again. SCP-5696-1 shoots SCP-5696-5 through the sternum before turning the gun on SCP-5696-6. SCP-5696-1: You dirty, cheating bastard! He's been swapping cards for the last ten hands. Watch this! SCP-5696-1 kneels down over SCP-5696-5, who is alive but bleeding profusely. He removes SCP-5696-5's coat and holds it upside-down, shaking it twice. Cards flutter and fall out of the sleeves and pockets. SCP-5696-2 leaves the room unnoticed. SCP-5696-6: Jesus Christ, Jake.. 5:11 Shouting comes from outside of the room. SCP-5696-2: THE ROSE IS DYING! THIS IS THE CHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENT, YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST! Unknown: EAT SHIT AND LEAD, PIG! SCP-5696-1 runs for the room's exit and steps through the curtains. Half of the patrons are running for an exit while the other half have begun flipping tables and firing handguns in the direction of the bar, including SCP-5696-2. The waitstaff have taken cover under the bar and are firing into the tables. Note that the remaining patrons have removed their jackets, revealing CPD badges on their undershirts. SCP-5696-1: Holy Fuck! SCP-5696-1 dives behind a table next to another patron. Patron: Tough crowd huh, Mr. Kennedy! SCP-5696-1: Understatement of the century! Hey, help me get the hell out of here! I'd like to be alive when they interview me! 5:12 Two members of the waitstaff run out of the door to the back room and duck under the bar. They open fire using Remington Model-31 shotguns. Patron: Ah, shit, yeah, okay! I'll cover you, get to the back exit! The patron gestures behind him. SCP-5696-1 readies himself for a moment before sprinting towards the back exit. SCP-5696-1 screams, falls and turns around. SCP-5696-6 stands at the other end of the room, aiming a handgun at SCP-5696-1. The patron aims around the table and shoots SCP-5696-6 through the left eye. A member of waitstaff blasts the patron's hand off with a shotgun round. SCP-5696-1 turns his left leg over, revealing a gunshot wound in the upper calf. SCP-5696-1 regains his footing and limps out of the exit, throws off his coat and wraps his leg in his undershirt. SCP-5696-1: Fuck… 5:13-5:15 SCP-5696-1 limps down the alleyway towards a police call box, attempting to put his coat back on. SCP-5696-1 opens the box and removes the telephone. Operator: Hello, officer. Name and badge number. SCP-5696-1: Officer Mark Kennedy, uh, fuck me.. SCP-5696 fires in SCP-5696-1's right pants pocket, presumably shooting the ground. SCP-5696-1 removes SCP-5696 and turns it over. The engraving on SCP-5696's barrel reads "1017." SCP-5696-1: Officer Mark Kennedy, Badge Number 1017! I'm in need of immediate assistance, I've been shot in the back of the leg at The Dying Roses. We may need backup in there. Fucking hell. Operator: Understood, putting out an urgent call to other officers in the area. Please wait there. The operator hangs up the phone. 5:15-5:17 SCP-5696-1 sits on the ground against the phone post in silence, trying to keep his leg raised. 5:17 A white Model-B Ford arrives and two others drive past. SCP-5696-1 is loaded into the passenger seat by an unseen figure. 5:17 - 5:59 The figure is dressed in the same clothing as SCP-5696-1 and possesses a similar build. The figure smiles weakly, then begins driving. Note that the figure had a bullet wound in his upper-right chest which appeared to puncture the heart, but was not bleeding. SCP-5696-1 turns to look out the window, then removes the pin and holds it against the glass. The vehicle drives past a line of other iterations of The Dying Roses, most of which are identical in nature. The figure chuckles quietly. One of the locations appears to have been burnt down. The figure stops in front of what appears to be the Rush University Medical Center. The figure enters the hospital and four members of the medical staff run out to the car with a stretcher five minutes later. SCP-5696-1 is carried out of the car and into the hospital. Medical staff removed the jacket and no relevant video was captured until SCP-5696-1's return into our reality. 6:00 SCP-5696-1 is returned holding the pin and possessing an improperly-cauterized wound. Marker marks made along SCP-5696-1's lower leg imply that SCP-5696-A's medical staff intended to amputate the leg. SCP-5696-1 received proper medical care and made a full recovery. End Transcription. Test #: 128 Time: 0:05 Event: The engraving on SCP-5696's barrel was not present. The interior of "The Dying Roses" was significantly darkened and contained only one person. A spotlight was aimed at a patron dressed in similar clothing and possessing a similar physique to SCP-5696-1, who was sitting at the bar. The figure possessed a CPD badge which he wore openly on his suit. He smiled weakly at SCP-5696-1 and offered them a shot glass filled with scotch. SCP-5696-1 noted that the area felt abnormally cold, but was warmer in the light. The subject and the figure held a toast, then sat in silence for 10-15 seconds. The figure stood, removed his badge and firearm and placed them on the counter, then turned to leave. He stopped at the door, turned to face SCP-5696-1, thanked them, then left the establishment. The subject spent the remainder of the time in the empty building. Test #: 129 Time: 0:00 Event: SCP-5696 did not displace the subject. The engraving on the side of the barrel read "Mark Kennedy, 1901-2020." Footnotes 1. No such model is known to have been produced. 2. This is no longer the case following Test 5696-129. 3. Note that due to inflation, this would be worth $1,550 - $1,890 in 2022. 4. This is also often recorded as "wait for Mr. Jackson and his friends," as well as "wait for your friend and the others." 5. Despite evidence suggesting that the substance has been outlawed within SCP-5696-A's simulated society, the beverages often contain alcohol. 6. This usually occurs due to subjects "catcalling" certain dancers whose husbands are in the establishment. 7. Chicago Police Department. 8. This likely refers to Frank Nitti, de facto leader of The Chicago Outfit following Al Capone's arrest in 1931. 9. This is often considered rude or unsportsmanlike. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5696" by cwazzycwafter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5696. Licensed under CC-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-5696 | safe | SCP-5696. Item #: SCP-5696 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5696 is kept in anomalous item locker #5696 at Site-19. No further procedures are considered necessary. +Initial Containment Procedures+ -Close Procedures- Prior to entering SCP-5696-A, subjects are to be given a button camera fashioned to look like a pin supporting William H. Thompson for the 1931 Chicago Mayoral Election. The camera should be placed on the subject's left lapel after entering SCP-5696-A. During the displacement of SCP-5696-1 into SCP-5696-A, the SCP-5696 testing chamber is to be monitored for their return. Description: SCP-5696 is a revolver resembling a Smith and Wesson M&P .38 in both function and design. The weapon bears two engravings: The first being a manufacturer engraving along the cylinder reading "S&W Model EO-11 C.S."1 and the second on one side of the barrel reading "Finish this job, Kill that cheating bastard."[sic]. When SCP-5696 is held in the right hand of a subject and the cylinder is opened using that hand, the subject (henceforth SCP-5696-1) will be displaced into SCP-5696-A.2 "Finish this job, Kill that cheating bastard."[sic] SCP-5696-A refers to an alternate dimension consisting primarily of a nightclub named "The Dying Roses," a building that was once located at ███ Division St., Chicago, which closed in 1956. Displaced subjects will find themselves dressed in formal attire appropriate for the early 1930's regardless of what they were dressed in prior to displacement. This includes a striped suit and matching dress pants, a blue tie, white undershirt, and a striped fedora. All objects on their person will have demanifested until their return, where they will find themselves dressed in their original clothing with the same belongings. Alterations to the subject's physical body made while within SCP-5696-A will remain, however. Note that SCP-5696-1 will displace with $1, $5 and $10 bills in varying amounts, totaling up to $100, in their left inner coat pocket.3 No items can be brought out of or taken into SCP-5696-A with the exception of any object held in SCP-5696-1's left hand during their removal from our dimension. Displacement only occurs with subjects who meet a certain set of physical specifications (see document 5696-M5 for full list); these include particular height and BMI limitations, but do not include race or sex requirements. When viewed upon immediate entry, the area surrounding "The Dying Roses" consists of empty space. SCP-5696-A will construct an environment dependent on the needs or requirements of SCP-5696-1. This usually begins with a cityscape of apartment buildings but has also included rival clubs, hospitals, fire stations, and police stations. SCP-5696-A also creates smaller objects as needed, including but not limited to telephone poles, call boxes, and motor vehicles. During their shift into SCP-5696-A, the subject will experience a series of semi-predictable events. Events that occur can have varying outcomes or be prevented entirely based on the actions taken by SCP-5696-1 while in SCP-5696-A. In some cases, actions taken have led to notable and/or unusual events occurring (see Addendum 5696-2). None of the events are particularly anomalous, but rather reflect real actions that may have been taken by the involved entities and the consequences thereof. The following details the most commonly-recorded series of events. 00:00 - 1:00: SCP-5696-1 will be ushered to a seat at the bar as they "wait for the rest of their party,"4 although subjects may do as they please. Subjects have been recorded as having ordered food and drinks5, purchasing cigars or cigarettes, interacting with waitstaff and other customers, speaking with and/or paying stage dancers, and in some cases, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.6 1:01 - 1:45: Five men (SCP-5696-2, -3, -4, -5, -6) will enter the establishment over the course of 45 minutes and mill about the area. They most commonly spend this time sitting next to each other at the bar and ordering various drinks. Each of them will eventually begin to smoke and talk among themselves. 1:46 - 1:59: SCP-5696-2 through -6 will enter a room at the far end of the establishment that is closed off by a pair of red curtains. SCP-5696-1 will be ushered into the room by a member of the waitstaff and will be introduced to the men as "Mark Kennedy of the C.P.D.7 He's here on behalf of Nitti's gang."8 They will stare at SCP-5696-1 in silence for roughly five seconds before laughing and shaking their hand. SCP-5696-5 will offer SCP-5696-1 a cigarette if they don't already have one, and the member of waitstaff will offer them a drink. SCP-5696-5 will show them to an open seat around a table covered in green felt. 2:00 - 6:00: SCP-5696-1 through -6 will begin to play Texas Hold 'em using direct monetary bets. From here, similarities become less common and the timeline of events begins to differ due to subject input. Play styles, game outcomes, conversation topics, and general actions influence what occurs. Addendum 5696-1: Characteristics of SCP-5696-2 through -6. Note: The following information has been gathered through a total of 129 tests and is still in development. SCP-5696-2: Name: Jack Walker Age: 37-40 Relatives: Single, never married, no children Profession: Trumpet Player, "The Jimmy Michaels Brass Band." Play Style: Quiet, only makes safe bets. Notes: Does not drink as he believes the hangover ruins his performing abilities. Often leaves the table for fresh air. Occasionally performs with "The Dying Roses Jazz Band" when he is having a particularly good night. Displays nervousness when involved in conversations regarding all law-related subjects. Has occasionally claimed to know SCP-5696-1 "from work." SCP-5696-3: Name: Casey Malkovitch Age: 22-23 (Birthday occasionally occurs) Relatives: Girlfriend, no children Profession: Underground boxing champion Play Style: Bluffs often, folds rarely. Notes: Overdramatic personality. Has repeatedly made threats to "fight every person in this godforsaken hellhole if I lose this next hand." Attends the University of Chicago but refuses to state his major. Always has a large sum of money on his person. SCP-5696-4: Name: Roy Jacobsen Age: 25-29 Relatives: Single, never married, no children Profession: Unemployed Play Style: Unfamiliar with the game, makes large bets apparently at random. Notes: Claims to be the son of a millionaire Wall Street broker. Regularly offers to buy drinks for every person at the table, occasionally for the entire population of SCP-5696-A. Often becomes overly-inebriated and has been caught paying dancers and crying to them on more than 35 occasions. Dodges questions regarding personal matters of all forms. SCP-5696-5: Name: Jake Rose Age: 32 Relatives: Married, one son. Play Style: Exceptional bluffing. Rarely makes a net loss. Notes: Served as a rifleman in the First World War. Often shares war stories, most commonly a story regarding a grenade shrapnel wound sustained in the upper right thigh. Became an expert at poker while in the trenches. Is business partners with SCP-5696-6 but claims he does not participate in illegal activity. Claims the nightclub is named after "the one time a bullet hit the very top of my helmet and nearly killed me." SCP-5696-6: Name: Clyde Jackson Age: 33 Relatives: Married, one son, one daughter. Play Style: Average, occasionally makes larger bets when on a losing streak. Notes: Proprietor of "The Dying Roses." Is involved with the Chicago Outfit and regularly discusses the location's use as a front for cocaine production and sale, despite the Chicago Outfit's distaste for drug use. Served with SCP-5696-5 in the First World War. Usually jovial, even in dark times. Occasionally has his wife visit the establishment and spends considerable amounts of time talking about his family. Addendum 5696-2: List of Notable Discrepancies Test #: 03 Time: 1:20 Event: A female test subject was used. SCP-5696-1 was removed from the building for "impersonating Mr. Kennedy. She even wore his fucking clothes." SCP-5696-A was viewed forming a full cityscape. SCP-5696-1 spent the remainder of the time in the parking lot and wandering through the streets of SCP-5696-A. Test #: 24 Time: 5:00 Event: SCP-5696-1 repeatedly bet all money on their person.9 SCP-5696-3 punched SCP-5696-1, knocking them unconscious. Test #: 27 Time: 3:25 Event: Two thieves attempted to rob the nightclub at gunpoint. Every patron and member of the waitstaff drew a firearm on the thieves, including SCP-5696-1. They left peacefully. Test #: 39 Time: 2:05 Event: SCP-5696-1 immediately shot SCP-5696-6 for losing a hand to him and was immediately fired upon by SCP-5696-5. SCP-5696-1's corpse was transported and dumped into the Chicago River. SCP-5696-1 returned dead with five bullet wounds in the chest and entirely soaked. Test #: 52 Time: 4:45 Event: SCP-5696-1 requested a "taste test" from SCP-5696-6 during a conversation regarding drug sales. SCP-5696-6 obliged. During the last hour, SCP-5696-6 led SCP-5696-1 around a back room. SCP-5696-1's coat accidentally caught fire, causing him to panic. He ripped the jacket off and threw it into a puddle of spilled alcohol, setting the establishment ablaze. SCP-5696-1 returned with severe 3rd degree burns. Test #: 66 Time: 4:30 Event: SCP-5696-1 had won each hand played that session. SCP-5696-6 bet the deed to the establishment. SCP-5696-1 played four aces. Time: 5:00 Event: SCP-5696-1 had all patrons and all but two waitstaff members removed from the location, including SCP-5696-2 through -6. SCP-5696-1 spent the night becoming intoxicated among the female performers and engaging in sexual activity. Some patrons began to approach a police call box when they were denied re-entry and were stopped by other patrons. Test #: 94 Time: 1:45 Event: SCP-5696-3 declared that it was his birthday. No playing occurred and SCP-5696-3 was baked and served a chocolate cake. A portion of the day was spent celebrating his birthday. Test #: 105 Time: 3:35 Event: In an attempt to make conversation, SCP-5696-1 asked the other players what their favorite television shows were. SCP-5696-1 spent the next hour attempting to explain various products of modern technology to them before SCP-5696-3 called a hospital. SCP-5696-1 spent the remainder of the night in the back of a white Rolls-Royce bearing red crosses, where he was questioned about his sanity. Test #: 127 Time: 5:00 Event: +Test 127 Video Log+ -Close Log- File Name: TEST_5696-127 Date: 1/21/2020 Print Transcription? Y Beginning Auto-Transcription.. [[Skipping to designated event portion. A full transcription may be requested from Dr. Patra, lead researcher for SCP-5696.]] 4:59 SCP-5696-1 has been looking at SCP-5696-5 on and off over the course of the last 10 minutes. SCP-5696-5: Okay, what's wrong, kid? Something on my face? SCP-5696-1: No, I just can't help but notice that what you lack in beauty, you seem to be making up for in card skills. Try letting us win some hands, you might have more fun. SCP-5696-5: Hey, I'm sorry God's been wanting me to have your money! I can't help that. SCP-5696-1: Uh huh, yeah, I'm sure that's what's going on. 5:03 SCP-5696-1 folds his current hand, then stands. SCP-5696-1: Gents, I'm going to take a piss. SCP-5696-1 walks around the left side of the table, despite this being a longer route to the room's exit. 5:04 SCP-5696-1 removes the pin and sets it on the table by SCP-5696-5. SCP-5696-1: Hold on to this for me, will ya. SCP-5696-5: What, giving up politics, kid? Whatever. Hey while you're in there, do me a favor and go fuck yourself too. 5:04 - 5:09 SCP-5696-1 spends five minutes presumably in the bathroom. Note that SCP-5696-5 is recorded removing cards from his current hand and replacing them with cards from his coat via sleight of hand, twice. 5:10 SCP-5696-1 returns and places the pin over his left breast again. SCP-5696-1 shoots SCP-5696-5 through the sternum before turning the gun on SCP-5696-6. SCP-5696-1: You dirty, cheating bastard! He's been swapping cards for the last ten hands. Watch this! SCP-5696-1 kneels down over SCP-5696-5, who is alive but bleeding profusely. He removes SCP-5696-5's coat and holds it upside-down, shaking it twice. Cards flutter and fall out of the sleeves and pockets. SCP-5696-2 leaves the room unnoticed. SCP-5696-6: Jesus Christ, Jake.. 5:11 Shouting comes from outside of the room. SCP-5696-2: THE ROSE IS DYING! THIS IS THE CHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENT, YOU'RE ALL UNDER ARREST! Unknown: EAT SHIT AND LEAD, PIG! SCP-5696-1 runs for the room's exit and steps through the curtains. Half of the patrons are running for an exit while the other half have begun flipping tables and firing handguns in the direction of the bar, including SCP-5696-2. The waitstaff have taken cover under the bar and are firing into the tables. Note that the remaining patrons have removed their jackets, revealing CPD badges on their undershirts. SCP-5696-1: Holy Fuck! SCP-5696-1 dives behind a table next to another patron. Patron: Tough crowd huh, Mr. Kennedy! SCP-5696-1: Understatement of the century! Hey, help me get the hell out of here! I'd like to be alive when they interview me! 5:12 Two members of the waitstaff run out of the door to the back room and duck under the bar. They open fire using Remington Model-31 shotguns. Patron: Ah, shit, yeah, okay! I'll cover you, get to the back exit! The patron gestures behind him. SCP-5696-1 readies himself for a moment before sprinting towards the back exit. SCP-5696-1 screams, falls and turns around. SCP-5696-6 stands at the other end of the room, aiming a handgun at SCP-5696-1. The patron aims around the table and shoots SCP-5696-6 through the left eye. A member of waitstaff blasts the patron's hand off with a shotgun round. SCP-5696-1 turns his left leg over, revealing a gunshot wound in the upper calf. SCP-5696-1 regains his footing and limps out of the exit, throws off his coat and wraps his leg in his undershirt. SCP-5696-1: Fuck… 5:13-5:15 SCP-5696-1 limps down the alleyway towards a police call box, attempting to put his coat back on. SCP-5696-1 opens the box and removes the telephone. Operator: Hello, officer. Name and badge number. SCP-5696-1: Officer Mark Kennedy, uh, fuck me.. SCP-5696 fires in SCP-5696-1's right pants pocket, presumably shooting the ground. SCP-5696-1 removes SCP-5696 and turns it over. The engraving on SCP-5696's barrel reads "1017." SCP-5696-1: Officer Mark Kennedy, Badge Number 1017! I'm in need of immediate assistance, I've been shot in the back of the leg at The Dying Roses. We may need backup in there. Fucking hell. Operator: Understood, putting out an urgent call to other officers in the area. Please wait there. The operator hangs up the phone. 5:15-5:17 SCP-5696-1 sits on the ground against the phone post in silence, trying to keep his leg raised. 5:17 A white Model-B Ford arrives and two others drive past. SCP-5696-1 is loaded into the passenger seat by an unseen figure. 5:17 - 5:59 The figure is dressed in the same clothing as SCP-5696-1 and possesses a similar build. The figure smiles weakly, then begins driving. Note that the figure had a bullet wound in his upper-right chest which appeared to puncture the heart, but was not bleeding. SCP-5696-1 turns to look out the window, then removes the pin and holds it against the glass. The vehicle drives past a line of other iterations of The Dying Roses, most of which are identical in nature. The figure chuckles quietly. One of the locations appears to have been burnt down. The figure stops in front of what appears to be the Rush University Medical Center. The figure enters the hospital and four members of the medical staff run out to the car with a stretcher five minutes later. SCP-5696-1 is carried out of the car and into the hospital. Medical staff removed the jacket and no relevant video was captured until SCP-5696-1's return into our reality. 6:00 SCP-5696-1 is returned holding the pin and possessing an improperly-cauterized wound. Marker marks made along SCP-5696-1's lower leg imply that SCP-5696-A's medical staff intended to amputate the leg. SCP-5696-1 received proper medical care and made a full recovery. End Transcription. Test #: 128 Time: 0:05 Event: The engraving on SCP-5696's barrel was not present. The interior of "The Dying Roses" was significantly darkened and contained only one person. A spotlight was aimed at a patron dressed in similar clothing and possessing a similar physique to SCP-5696-1, who was sitting at the bar. The figure possessed a CPD badge which he wore openly on his suit. He smiled weakly at SCP-5696-1 and offered them a shot glass filled with scotch. SCP-5696-1 noted that the area felt abnormally cold, but was warmer in the light. The subject and the figure held a toast, then sat in silence for 10-15 seconds. The figure stood, removed his badge and firearm and placed them on the counter, then turned to leave. He stopped at the door, turned to face SCP-5696-1, thanked them, then left the establishment. The subject spent the remainder of the time in the empty building. Test #: 129 Time: 0:00 Event: SCP-5696 did not displace the subject. The engraving on the side of the barrel read "Mark Kennedy, 1901-2020." Footnotes 1. No such model is known to have been produced. 2. This is no longer the case following Test 5696-129. 3. Note that due to inflation, this would be worth $1,550 - $1,890 in 2022. 4. This is also often recorded as "wait for Mr. Jackson and his friends," as well as "wait for your friend and the others." 5. Despite evidence suggesting that the substance has been outlawed within SCP-5696-A's simulated society, the beverages often contain alcohol. 6. This usually occurs due to subjects "catcalling" certain dancers whose husbands are in the establishment. 7. Chicago Police Department. 8. This likely refers to Frank Nitti, de facto leader of The Chicago Outfit following Al Capone's arrest in 1931. 9. This is often considered rude or unsportsmanlike. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5696" by cwazzycwafter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5696. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-5697 | keter | by J Dune SCP-5697 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5697 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5697-1 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force SUBSITE-5697 L. Vargas E. Marshall Pi-32 SCP-5697, taken from GoI-001's case file Special Containment Procedures: At present, SCP-5697 has precluded physical containment. Until such methods become feasible, SCP-5697's self-concealing properties are considered sufficient containment, and do not threaten normalcy in a way that would necessitate further action by the Foundation. The closed circuit surveillance system within SCP-5697-1 has been intercepted by a Foundation stationary task force and is to be monitored between the hours of 23:00 and 5:00 by a team situated in Foundation-purchased warehouse N-131, located north of the premises. All BRANDO-Events are to be recorded and transcribed. Description: SCP-5697 is a victual humanoid entity residing in York, Pennyslvania. SCP-5697's body physically resembles a mass of various pastas2, which conjointly form a humanoid shape. This composition is amorphous, and can be expanded or contracted at the entity's will. The only non-noodle based element of SCP-5697's physiology, a large meatball, acts as a head, with a slit used for speaking, and a mass of bucatini positioned on its peak. SCP-5697 typically stands at 2.3 meters. While SCP-5697's internal biology remains unseen, the entity is sapient, intelligent3, and capable of speech and audiovisual perception. SCP-5697 self-identifies as "Don Cavatelli", and claims to be a former operative of the now-defunct anomalous criminal organization the Chicago Spirit, performing as an assassin and bootlegger from 1915 to 1938. SCP-5697-1 is Grappolo, a defunct Italian restaurant located in York, Pennyslvania. Despite local records not indicating any ownership of the property since 1983, SCP-5697-1 maintains electrical power. On the first of every month, SCP-5697-1's kitchen will generate, in large quantities, ingredients used in the preparation of foods typically cooked at similar establishments, such as tomato sauce, noodles, vegetables, dairy products, and various types of wine. The process by which these ingredients are obtained remains unknown, but testing has indicated food found within SCP-5697-1 is otherwise ordinary. SCP-5697 has taken residence inside SCP-5697-1, in a small, lightly furnished room located above the restaurant. The entity has not been observed to leave SCP-5697-1, and its behavior outside of BRANDO-Events is largely sequestered, consisting of cooking, listening to music, and reading. Personal artifacts owned by SCP-5697 consist of dress attire, a large collection of literature4, a personal computer, and a pair of headphones. While SCP-5697's interest in theology is noted, the entity does not seem to subscribe to a particular belief system, and has not been observed carrying out religious practices. Occasionally, new items, typically literature, will manifest in SCP-5697's collection. How this process occurs is unknown. When SCP-5697-1 is approached with the intention of apprehending, detaining, or otherwise engaging in a form of containment for SCP-5697, the restaurant will disappear. In its place will be a nondescript, brown, bricked building of the same dimensions as SCP-5697-1, but with no accessible entry points. SCP-5697-1 will revert to its typical state within an hour. SCP-5697-1 has the capability to manifest individuals inside the building, in which a BRANDO-Event will occur. See Addenda for an overview of this phenomenon. Addendum.5697.1: BRANDO-Events A BRANDO-Event occurs when an individual is manifested inside SCP-5697-1. These events occur between the hours of 23:00 and 5:00, as many as three times a week. Subjects manifested inside the restaurant are always currently incarcerated in a prison located in the United States, with their criminal offenses relating to illegal drug use, gang affiliation, or gang violence. It is unknown how SCP-5697-1 discerns this information, if at all. While subjects will reside in SCP-5697-1 for upwards of two hours, there is apparent time dilation between Grappolo and the outside world. From the perspectives of those in the prison facility they disappeared from, subjects are never perceived as being absent for more than three seconds. Following the conclusion of a BRANDO-Event, subjects will be returned to their previous location, with no recollection of the events prior. An abridged list of BRANDO-Events follows. Date Subject Description Aftermath 1991/11/02 (BRANDO-03) Marcus Corbett. Serving 25 years at California State Prison for possession of illegal firearms, second-degree attempted murder, second-degree burglary, and gang conspiracy. Subject manifested inside SCP-5697-1's dining room, where the lights were dimmed. They demonstrated brief confusion as SCP-5697 emerged from kitchen and gestured to the booth. Subject sat down, relaxed. SCP-5697 returned to kitchen, and reemerged with a large plate of chicken parmesan, bread, and pasta. Entity placed food near the subject, began to pour two glasses of wine, and encouraged Corbett to eat. Corbett thanked SCP-5697, and the two shared a meal that lasted 45 minutes. SCP-5697 and subject conversed, relating experiences to each other. After finishing, subject demanifested and reappeared inside his previous location in California State Prison. Upon corresponding with subject, it was found that Corbett had no apparent recollection of his experience inside SCP-5697-1. Subject exhibited marked contentedness in following weeks. 1999/3/17 (BRANDO-212) Emilio Bernall. Serving 15 years at Waupun Correctional Institution, WI for fourth degree gang conspiracy, theft of a motor vehicle, and possession of illicit drugs. Subject manifested inside SCP-5697-1. Displayed minor distress at SCP-5697's appearance, but became calm when entity offered food and drink. Subject and SCP-5697 shared a light meal. There was little communication between the two. Similar behavior pattern to previous subjects following event. Subject described sleeping well and feeling optimistic. 2006/2/29 (BRANDO-558) D-691, Richard Kimmz. Drafted into Foundation employment as D-Class personnel after being charged with illicit drug possession, trafficking, and manufacturing, first, second, and third-degree gang conspiracy, gang affiliation, and third-degree murder. Subject initially rejected SCP-5697's meal, expressing discontent and distress. SCP-5697 spoke to subject and offered a cigar. Subject and SCP-5697 smoked for two hours, engaging in conversation about each others pasts. Subject expressed gratitude towards SCP-5697 before demanifesting. Subject appeared at Foundation Facility Area-179 in their previous location. Similar behavior pattern. Subject has taken interest in hobbies not previously displayed, such as writing and reading. Addendum.5697.2: Interview Log The Foundation has interacted with SCP-5697 on multiple occasions. Entity is distant, and does not usually respond to queries about its past. As such, most information obtained about SCP-5697's background has come from information exchanged during BRANDO-events. A notable example of an interview with SCP-5697 has been transcribed below. BEGIN LOG Agent Owens approaches SCP-5697-1 with the intention of interviewing SCP-5697. The building does not protect itself, and Owens is able to access the restaurant from the front door. Upon entry, the dining room is empty. SCP-5697, dressed in its typical suited attire, makes its way to Owens. Agent Owens: Mr. Cavatelli. SCP-5697: There a reason you's guys are coming for me today? Suppose it can't be anything major if you actually got in. C'mon, sit down. Agent Owens: We just want to talk. Our last meeting got cut short. SCP-5697: Started talkin' about the business. The past. I told you I don't like that. Not with you. Agent Owens: My apologies, we should've respected your wishes. Uh, how about we focus on something else today? What about what you do? Your meals that you have with convicts. SCP-5697: That's what it is, isn't it? I don't just see 'em as convicts. Hell, I don't even know the guys, the building does all the work for me. Just like it feeds me, cares for me. Sometimes it brings me people. They don't always talk, but when they do, I find out we're not too different. The names are, what they got pinned with too, sometimes. I don't think that's a coincidence. Agent Owens: You think the building is exhibiting autonomy? SCP-5697: Might be, I know I can talk to them though. The people who show up here. They've never done something I ain't done, and none of them are proud of it. (Sighs) We're bad guys, I know, I'm not asking for any sympathy or anything. You can't undo the past, doesn't matter how much you fold your hands and beg. Agent Owens: You feel a connection to them. SCP-5697: When you're… made of what I am, and I ain't talkin' bout the spaghetti, you could use a little human interaction. I know how to talk to 'em. They don't have to open up, but it's nice when they do. For some reason, no one's ever turned me down. (Entity points up.) That's how I know this place is looking out for me, and bringing me what I need. 'Lotsa those guys are starving. Can't stand the food they get. Figure it's the least I can do. Agent Owens: Yeah, that's… that makes sense. Is there a reason why no one's ever shown up here twice? Don't you want to keep up with these people? SCP-5697: I don't know. They just don't come again. They don't need to, really. They've got everything they need. I wouldn't mind reconnecting, but I can't imagine you guys would approve of that. I know my place. Agent Owens: I believe— SCP-5697: You know, I've been thinking. It's about the only thing I can do, so I do quite a bit of it. I asked myself, "Why aren't they scared of me?". Why don't they laugh? I'm a walking, talking, meatball-man, for crying out loud! I'd laugh at me. These guys, who gotta live with what they've done. Why even give me the time of day? And… I'll be honest with you, I still don't know. (Laughs) Tell you what, that D guy. Kimmz. You wanna ask him for me? Maybe we could meet up again, if you's guys allowed. Agent Owens: (Pause) I'm not sure how to say this to you, but are you aware of the aftermath of your meals? SCP-5697: What are you talking about? Agent Owens: They don't remember you. Their behavior changes in little ways. Better moods, taking up new interests, forms of self-expression. You're benefiting these people, don't get me wrong, but they don't remember you. We… weren't sure if you were aware of this. Silence. SCP-5697: I always wondered why they didn't come back. I, ah, I never liked repeats anyway. SCP-5697 gets up from the table, and mutters to itself before walking towards the kitchen. SCP-5697-1 demanifests into its concealed form, and Agent Owens stands outside. END LOG Footnotes 1. Now designated SUBSITE-5697 2. The most common being spaghetti, ziti, rigatoni, and penne 3. From observation, SCP-5697's intelligence is comparable to an average human 4. The majority of which is religious, and includes the Tipitaka, the Tanakh and Talmud, and the Vedas, as well as interpretive theological texts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5697" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5697. 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SCP-5697 | uncontained | by J Dune SCP-5697 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5697 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5697-1 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force SUBSITE-5697 L. Vargas E. Marshall Pi-32 SCP-5697, taken from GoI-001's case file Special Containment Procedures: At present, SCP-5697 has precluded physical containment. Until such methods become feasible, SCP-5697's self-concealing properties are considered sufficient containment, and do not threaten normalcy in a way that would necessitate further action by the Foundation. The closed circuit surveillance system within SCP-5697-1 has been intercepted by a Foundation stationary task force and is to be monitored between the hours of 23:00 and 5:00 by a team situated in Foundation-purchased warehouse N-131, located north of the premises. All BRANDO-Events are to be recorded and transcribed. Description: SCP-5697 is a victual humanoid entity residing in York, Pennyslvania. SCP-5697's body physically resembles a mass of various pastas2, which conjointly form a humanoid shape. This composition is amorphous, and can be expanded or contracted at the entity's will. The only non-noodle based element of SCP-5697's physiology, a large meatball, acts as a head, with a slit used for speaking, and a mass of bucatini positioned on its peak. SCP-5697 typically stands at 2.3 meters. While SCP-5697's internal biology remains unseen, the entity is sapient, intelligent3, and capable of speech and audiovisual perception. SCP-5697 self-identifies as "Don Cavatelli", and claims to be a former operative of the now-defunct anomalous criminal organization the Chicago Spirit, performing as an assassin and bootlegger from 1915 to 1938. SCP-5697-1 is Grappolo, a defunct Italian restaurant located in York, Pennyslvania. Despite local records not indicating any ownership of the property since 1983, SCP-5697-1 maintains electrical power. On the first of every month, SCP-5697-1's kitchen will generate, in large quantities, ingredients used in the preparation of foods typically cooked at similar establishments, such as tomato sauce, noodles, vegetables, dairy products, and various types of wine. The process by which these ingredients are obtained remains unknown, but testing has indicated food found within SCP-5697-1 is otherwise ordinary. SCP-5697 has taken residence inside SCP-5697-1, in a small, lightly furnished room located above the restaurant. The entity has not been observed to leave SCP-5697-1, and its behavior outside of BRANDO-Events is largely sequestered, consisting of cooking, listening to music, and reading. Personal artifacts owned by SCP-5697 consist of dress attire, a large collection of literature4, a personal computer, and a pair of headphones. While SCP-5697's interest in theology is noted, the entity does not seem to subscribe to a particular belief system, and has not been observed carrying out religious practices. Occasionally, new items, typically literature, will manifest in SCP-5697's collection. How this process occurs is unknown. When SCP-5697-1 is approached with the intention of apprehending, detaining, or otherwise engaging in a form of containment for SCP-5697, the restaurant will disappear. In its place will be a nondescript, brown, bricked building of the same dimensions as SCP-5697-1, but with no accessible entry points. SCP-5697-1 will revert to its typical state within an hour. SCP-5697-1 has the capability to manifest individuals inside the building, in which a BRANDO-Event will occur. See Addenda for an overview of this phenomenon. Addendum.5697.1: BRANDO-Events A BRANDO-Event occurs when an individual is manifested inside SCP-5697-1. These events occur between the hours of 23:00 and 5:00, as many as three times a week. Subjects manifested inside the restaurant are always currently incarcerated in a prison located in the United States, with their criminal offenses relating to illegal drug use, gang affiliation, or gang violence. It is unknown how SCP-5697-1 discerns this information, if at all. While subjects will reside in SCP-5697-1 for upwards of two hours, there is apparent time dilation between Grappolo and the outside world. From the perspectives of those in the prison facility they disappeared from, subjects are never perceived as being absent for more than three seconds. Following the conclusion of a BRANDO-Event, subjects will be returned to their previous location, with no recollection of the events prior. An abridged list of BRANDO-Events follows. Date Subject Description Aftermath 1991/11/02 (BRANDO-03) Marcus Corbett. Serving 25 years at California State Prison for possession of illegal firearms, second-degree attempted murder, second-degree burglary, and gang conspiracy. Subject manifested inside SCP-5697-1's dining room, where the lights were dimmed. They demonstrated brief confusion as SCP-5697 emerged from kitchen and gestured to the booth. Subject sat down, relaxed. SCP-5697 returned to kitchen, and reemerged with a large plate of chicken parmesan, bread, and pasta. Entity placed food near the subject, began to pour two glasses of wine, and encouraged Corbett to eat. Corbett thanked SCP-5697, and the two shared a meal that lasted 45 minutes. SCP-5697 and subject conversed, relating experiences to each other. After finishing, subject demanifested and reappeared inside his previous location in California State Prison. Upon corresponding with subject, it was found that Corbett had no apparent recollection of his experience inside SCP-5697-1. Subject exhibited marked contentedness in following weeks. 1999/3/17 (BRANDO-212) Emilio Bernall. Serving 15 years at Waupun Correctional Institution, WI for fourth degree gang conspiracy, theft of a motor vehicle, and possession of illicit drugs. Subject manifested inside SCP-5697-1. Displayed minor distress at SCP-5697's appearance, but became calm when entity offered food and drink. Subject and SCP-5697 shared a light meal. There was little communication between the two. Similar behavior pattern to previous subjects following event. Subject described sleeping well and feeling optimistic. 2006/2/29 (BRANDO-558) D-691, Richard Kimmz. Drafted into Foundation employment as D-Class personnel after being charged with illicit drug possession, trafficking, and manufacturing, first, second, and third-degree gang conspiracy, gang affiliation, and third-degree murder. Subject initially rejected SCP-5697's meal, expressing discontent and distress. SCP-5697 spoke to subject and offered a cigar. Subject and SCP-5697 smoked for two hours, engaging in conversation about each others pasts. Subject expressed gratitude towards SCP-5697 before demanifesting. Subject appeared at Foundation Facility Area-179 in their previous location. Similar behavior pattern. Subject has taken interest in hobbies not previously displayed, such as writing and reading. Addendum.5697.2: Interview Log The Foundation has interacted with SCP-5697 on multiple occasions. Entity is distant, and does not usually respond to queries about its past. As such, most information obtained about SCP-5697's background has come from information exchanged during BRANDO-events. A notable example of an interview with SCP-5697 has been transcribed below. BEGIN LOG Agent Owens approaches SCP-5697-1 with the intention of interviewing SCP-5697. The building does not protect itself, and Owens is able to access the restaurant from the front door. Upon entry, the dining room is empty. SCP-5697, dressed in its typical suited attire, makes its way to Owens. Agent Owens: Mr. Cavatelli. SCP-5697: There a reason you's guys are coming for me today? Suppose it can't be anything major if you actually got in. C'mon, sit down. Agent Owens: We just want to talk. Our last meeting got cut short. SCP-5697: Started talkin' about the business. The past. I told you I don't like that. Not with you. Agent Owens: My apologies, we should've respected your wishes. Uh, how about we focus on something else today? What about what you do? Your meals that you have with convicts. SCP-5697: That's what it is, isn't it? I don't just see 'em as convicts. Hell, I don't even know the guys, the building does all the work for me. Just like it feeds me, cares for me. Sometimes it brings me people. They don't always talk, but when they do, I find out we're not too different. The names are, what they got pinned with too, sometimes. I don't think that's a coincidence. Agent Owens: You think the building is exhibiting autonomy? SCP-5697: Might be, I know I can talk to them though. The people who show up here. They've never done something I ain't done, and none of them are proud of it. (Sighs) We're bad guys, I know, I'm not asking for any sympathy or anything. You can't undo the past, doesn't matter how much you fold your hands and beg. Agent Owens: You feel a connection to them. SCP-5697: When you're… made of what I am, and I ain't talkin' bout the spaghetti, you could use a little human interaction. I know how to talk to 'em. They don't have to open up, but it's nice when they do. For some reason, no one's ever turned me down. (Entity points up.) That's how I know this place is looking out for me, and bringing me what I need. 'Lotsa those guys are starving. Can't stand the food they get. Figure it's the least I can do. Agent Owens: Yeah, that's… that makes sense. Is there a reason why no one's ever shown up here twice? Don't you want to keep up with these people? SCP-5697: I don't know. They just don't come again. They don't need to, really. They've got everything they need. I wouldn't mind reconnecting, but I can't imagine you guys would approve of that. I know my place. Agent Owens: I believe— SCP-5697: You know, I've been thinking. It's about the only thing I can do, so I do quite a bit of it. I asked myself, "Why aren't they scared of me?". Why don't they laugh? I'm a walking, talking, meatball-man, for crying out loud! I'd laugh at me. These guys, who gotta live with what they've done. Why even give me the time of day? And… I'll be honest with you, I still don't know. (Laughs) Tell you what, that D guy. Kimmz. You wanna ask him for me? Maybe we could meet up again, if you's guys allowed. Agent Owens: (Pause) I'm not sure how to say this to you, but are you aware of the aftermath of your meals? SCP-5697: What are you talking about? Agent Owens: They don't remember you. Their behavior changes in little ways. Better moods, taking up new interests, forms of self-expression. You're benefiting these people, don't get me wrong, but they don't remember you. We… weren't sure if you were aware of this. Silence. SCP-5697: I always wondered why they didn't come back. I, ah, I never liked repeats anyway. SCP-5697 gets up from the table, and mutters to itself before walking towards the kitchen. SCP-5697-1 demanifests into its concealed form, and Agent Owens stands outside. END LOG Footnotes 1. Now designated SUBSITE-5697 2. The most common being spaghetti, ziti, rigatoni, and penne 3. From observation, SCP-5697's intelligence is comparable to an average human 4. The majority of which is religious, and includes the Tipitaka, the Tanakh and Talmud, and the Vedas, as well as interpretive theological texts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5697" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5697. 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More by Grigori Karpin Panoramic view of SCP-5698’s interior..No matter the size of the building that the anomaly manifests in, the interior appears as such. Special Containment Procedures: Metatron.aic is to sweep police reports and civil complaints for any sign of an SCP-5698 manifestation. Foundation agents are to amnesticize all individuals who have been directly or indirectly impacted by the anomaly after it has demanifested. Pay records and bank accounts for affected individuals are to be artificially adjusted to conceal the effects of SCP-5698. Description: SCP-5698 is the designation for a migrating multi-faceted pocket reality housing a consumer goods warehouse. The anomaly manifests as part of a pre-existing warehouse space, overwriting local baseline reality for the period of time the anomaly is present. Employees of the business being overwritten are folded into the manifestation, appearing as custodians and workers within SCP-5698. The manifestation can last anywhere from two days to a month. No known pattern has been discerned for SCP-5698’s manifestations. In these few instances where the property is abandoned, any individuals within one hundred meters of the manifestation at the time of its first appearance will be encoded as employees, regardless of their relationship with the property. It is unclear what happens to the products stored within the business that is overwritten by SCP-5698. After a manifestation fades, the business returns to its normal appearance and the affected individuals are left with faint memories of their time as employees of the warehouse. Discovery: SCP-5698 was discovered on 31 March, 2014, when an abandoned warehouse in Creekside, Ohio.Population is under five thousand individuals according to the 2010 United States Census. was taken over by the anomaly. The property was less than thirty meters from the building that housed the local courthouse and Creekside City Hall. All individuals working within this building were encoded into the rewriting of baseline reality to be employees of SCP-5698. Mayor Maria Hoffman took on the role of shipping and receiving manager, and the Honorable Judge Jacob Fischer became the general manager of the property. On 2 April, 2014 police were called to the City Hall building as it was apparently abandoned and the reporting individual claimed the disappearance of the thirty-three county and city employees were due to “them damned Al-Qaeda hooligans.” Creekside PD were called to the property housing SCP-5698 when Judge Fischer was observed in a short-sleeve button up shirt and wrinkled, grease-stained tie entering the building around 13:00 with a bag of fast food. Individuals interviewed by Creekside PD were unaware that they had ever worked anywhere but SCP-5698. Embedded Foundation agents within the Ohio State Police received reports of this phenomenon and informed Site-43, which launched an investigation upon learning the specifics. Police and witnesses were amnesticized. Addendum 5698-1 – Record of Additional SCP-5698 Manifestations – Thurber, Texas Playas, New Mexico Newry, South Carolina Madrid, New Mexico Elcor, Minnesota Numa, Iowa Terlingua, Texas Kohler, Wisconsin.As more manifestations are discovered, they will be added to this file. Addendum 5698-2 – Recorded Interactions with Affected Individuals – ► Interview 5698-A – Maria Hoffman ◄ - Close File - Date – 2 April, 2014 Interviewer – Researcher Wettle Interview Subject – Former Mayor Maria Hoffman SCP-5698 Shipping and Receiving Manager, Maria Hoffman. Wettle: Someone told me you were the manager, that true? Hoffman: I’m the shipping-and-receiving manager. What’s it to you, pal? [Wettle makes a throat-clearing sound.] Wettle: I’ve been sent by the County to discuss your permits to operate such a building, and to inspect the premises. Are you going to be a problem, Hoffman? Hoffman: No, just I don’t know what you’d want to hear from me? Wettle: Answers! Hoffman: You haven’t asked me any questions yet. Wettle: Good, you’re paying attention. Okay so, what sort of business is this? Hoffman: We’re the main distribution arm of the company. So, we store products made by the company and make sure they get to the store shelves. Wettle: Alright, how long have you worked in this building? Hoffman: Six years. Wettle: Ever thought about running for political office? Hoffman: Why would I do that when I have such a good job right here? Wettle: What is your job, exactly? Hoffman: I manage the shipping and receiving for the company from this location. Wettle: Right, right. Still no chance you’d run for office? Hoffman: What is this? Wettle: You don’t remember running for Mayor eighteen months ago and winning? Hoffman: No! That’s ridiculous, I’ve been here this whole time. Wettle: And here, being this warehouse. Hoffman: Yes, where else? Wettle: What’s so great about working here? Hoffman: I work fifty hours a week, not a bit more. I make $13.50 an hour, and they gave me this nifty shirt. What’s not great? Wettle: [Muttering] It’s not that nif– Hoffman: Besides which, what else would I be doing? Look Mr. County Officer, take a good look around town. You see a lot of job opportunities? End of Log - Close File - ► Interview 5698-B – Jacob Fischer ◄ - Close File - Date – 3 April, 2014 Interviewer – Researcher Wettle Interview Subject – Former Honorable Judge Jacob Fischer SCP-5698 General Manager, Jake Fischer. Wettle: Right, so I talked with your shipping manager yester– Fischer: Shipping and receiving. Wettle: Same difference. So, you planning on being more cooperative? Fischer: Everyone who works for the company is here to help. It’s right there in our slogan! Wettle: Great. Turn down the pithy energy, please. Fischer: Well, friend, you’re not the most pleasant person I’ve talked to in a while. You said you worked for the County? Wettle: I did. Okay, so how long have you worked in this warehouse? Fischer: Twenty years. Wettle: Did you go to college before that? Fischer: God, no. Wettle: So, you didn’t graduate from law school twenty-eight years ago? Fischer: [laughs] If I went to law school, you think I’d work as a manager in a warehouse? Even one as nice as this? Wettle: Alright, forget I asked. [muttering] Ridiculous. Fischer: Yeah, I’m lucky I got this job when I did. Right before I got this job, I was working at the tire factory, the whole town did. But it shut down, company moved it overseas. And suddenly, everyone in town is lucky to get unemployment benefits. After a while, people were moving away just to get dishwasher jobs. If the company hadn’t opened up this warehouse, I’m afraid I’d be homeless or worse. Wettle: So, you usually keep your employees working overtime? Fischer: What’s needed is what’s done, that’s the way it is with us. Besides, don’t force no one to stay late. Wettle: But it’s not like they’re making all that much, so why would they if they didn’t have to? Fischer: The company pays competitively, don’t be like that. They’re certainly making more than if they didn’t have these jobs, right? Wettle: You at least pay the federally mandated overtime amount? Fischer: No one is working overtime, technically. Wettle: What? Hoffman said she works fifty hours a week! Fischer: Sure, and she does. But everyone’s salary here. We work until the job is done. [Researcher Wettle makes a sound typically considered to be one of disgust.] Fischer: You got a problem, buddy? Wettle: You got a funny attitude towards your employees’ benefits. Fischer: Oh, they don’t get benefits. The company figured with Obamacare, they didn’t need to. Wettle: [Sighs.] Alright, I’ll make a note of that. - Close File - Addendum 5698-3 – Aftereffects of Anomaly – Individuals directly affected by SCP-5698, those folded into a local reality re-write and who perform as employees of the anomaly, have residual pervasive effects upon their personality. For example, individuals universally have more aggressive tones in their interactions with others and exhibit rough, even unprofessional language no matter what their background. Although they only retain partial, incomplete memories of their time as employees at SCP-5698, the experience often has a protracted effect on the subject’s priorities. ► Creekside City Council Records 03/05/2014 ◄ - Close File - Creekside City Council Meeting Individuals involved: Councilpersons Markam, Valencia, Gerber and Mayor Hoffman Date: 3 May, 2014 [Excerpt begins with meeting already in session.] Markam: I’m sorry, Mayor, I don’t think I understand? Hoffman: Jesus, Jill, it’s freaking obvious. [All three City Council members share significant looks but don’t say anything.] Hoffman: If these companies aren’t going to make sure that their employees have medical and other benefits, I think we should open up a city-run clinic and food bank! Our people deserve the care, goddamn it. Valencia: Obviously, that would be a noble effort but where would we get the money? Hoffman: Government grants, raise business taxes, do what we have to actually serve the people in need. I didn’t become mayor to leave the people that elected me high and dry..Mayor Hoffman actually was elected on a “business first” platform. Gerber: Mayor, I’ve got to say, your passion for our constituents is commendable… I will remind you that we are being recorded, as is the case with all City Council meetings. Couldn’t you show a little decorum? Hoffman: If it means letting people go without care or enough food to eat because they’re paid like garbage, then [REDACTED] that. End of Excerpt ► County Court Records 14/06/2014 ◄ - Close File - Civil Court Administrative Record Date: 14, June 2014 Case pending: McGurney v. Benton Pharmaceuticals Judge Presiding: Honorable Jacob Fischer Fischer: Defense, I gotta say, if your client wasn’t so godawful with its management of human resources, maybe we wouldn’t be here today. Defense: Your Honor? Fischer: Come on, the man worked sixty-five hours a week for six months, on a contract basis and then was let go. So, no overtime or benefits? Maybe if you retained the slightest appreciation for your employees, your company wouldn’t be in such a financial ditch. Defendant CEO: Ah, Your Honor… Fischer: Naw, forget it. I’ve decided, you treated this man like an employee, he gets employee benefits. And if you don’t like it, you can stuff it up your– End of Excerpt Update: When SCP-5698 demanifested after the initial discovery, the original products displaced by the anomaly were returned to their previously locations within the property but with new branding.This has occurred after every manifestation of the anomaly.. Please see below file for photographical example. Open Attachment - Close File - ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5698" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5698. Licensed under CC-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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More by Grigori Karpin Panoramic view of SCP-5698’s interior..No matter the size of the building that the anomaly manifests in, the interior appears as such. Special Containment Procedures: Metatron.aic is to sweep police reports and civil complaints for any sign of an SCP-5698 manifestation. Foundation agents are to amnesticize all individuals who have been directly or indirectly impacted by the anomaly after it has demanifested. Pay records and bank accounts for affected individuals are to be artificially adjusted to conceal the effects of SCP-5698. Description: SCP-5698 is the designation for a migrating multi-faceted pocket reality housing a consumer goods warehouse. The anomaly manifests as part of a pre-existing warehouse space, overwriting local baseline reality for the period of time the anomaly is present. Employees of the business being overwritten are folded into the manifestation, appearing as custodians and workers within SCP-5698. The manifestation can last anywhere from two days to a month. No known pattern has been discerned for SCP-5698’s manifestations. In these few instances where the property is abandoned, any individuals within one hundred meters of the manifestation at the time of its first appearance will be encoded as employees, regardless of their relationship with the property. It is unclear what happens to the products stored within the business that is overwritten by SCP-5698. After a manifestation fades, the business returns to its normal appearance and the affected individuals are left with faint memories of their time as employees of the warehouse. Discovery: SCP-5698 was discovered on 31 March, 2014, when an abandoned warehouse in Creekside, Ohio.Population is under five thousand individuals according to the 2010 United States Census. was taken over by the anomaly. The property was less than thirty meters from the building that housed the local courthouse and Creekside City Hall. All individuals working within this building were encoded into the rewriting of baseline reality to be employees of SCP-5698. Mayor Maria Hoffman took on the role of shipping and receiving manager, and the Honorable Judge Jacob Fischer became the general manager of the property. On 2 April, 2014 police were called to the City Hall building as it was apparently abandoned and the reporting individual claimed the disappearance of the thirty-three county and city employees were due to “them damned Al-Qaeda hooligans.” Creekside PD were called to the property housing SCP-5698 when Judge Fischer was observed in a short-sleeve button up shirt and wrinkled, grease-stained tie entering the building around 13:00 with a bag of fast food. Individuals interviewed by Creekside PD were unaware that they had ever worked anywhere but SCP-5698. Embedded Foundation agents within the Ohio State Police received reports of this phenomenon and informed Site-43, which launched an investigation upon learning the specifics. Police and witnesses were amnesticized. Addendum 5698-1 – Record of Additional SCP-5698 Manifestations – Thurber, Texas Playas, New Mexico Newry, South Carolina Madrid, New Mexico Elcor, Minnesota Numa, Iowa Terlingua, Texas Kohler, Wisconsin.As more manifestations are discovered, they will be added to this file. Addendum 5698-2 – Recorded Interactions with Affected Individuals – ► Interview 5698-A – Maria Hoffman ◄ - Close File - Date – 2 April, 2014 Interviewer – Researcher Wettle Interview Subject – Former Mayor Maria Hoffman SCP-5698 Shipping and Receiving Manager, Maria Hoffman. Wettle: Someone told me you were the manager, that true? Hoffman: I’m the shipping-and-receiving manager. What’s it to you, pal? [Wettle makes a throat-clearing sound.] Wettle: I’ve been sent by the County to discuss your permits to operate such a building, and to inspect the premises. Are you going to be a problem, Hoffman? Hoffman: No, just I don’t know what you’d want to hear from me? Wettle: Answers! Hoffman: You haven’t asked me any questions yet. Wettle: Good, you’re paying attention. Okay so, what sort of business is this? Hoffman: We’re the main distribution arm of the company. So, we store products made by the company and make sure they get to the store shelves. Wettle: Alright, how long have you worked in this building? Hoffman: Six years. Wettle: Ever thought about running for political office? Hoffman: Why would I do that when I have such a good job right here? Wettle: What is your job, exactly? Hoffman: I manage the shipping and receiving for the company from this location. Wettle: Right, right. Still no chance you’d run for office? Hoffman: What is this? Wettle: You don’t remember running for Mayor eighteen months ago and winning? Hoffman: No! That’s ridiculous, I’ve been here this whole time. Wettle: And here, being this warehouse. Hoffman: Yes, where else? Wettle: What’s so great about working here? Hoffman: I work fifty hours a week, not a bit more. I make $13.50 an hour, and they gave me this nifty shirt. What’s not great? Wettle: [Muttering] It’s not that nif– Hoffman: Besides which, what else would I be doing? Look Mr. County Officer, take a good look around town. You see a lot of job opportunities? End of Log - Close File - ► Interview 5698-B – Jacob Fischer ◄ - Close File - Date – 3 April, 2014 Interviewer – Researcher Wettle Interview Subject – Former Honorable Judge Jacob Fischer SCP-5698 General Manager, Jake Fischer. Wettle: Right, so I talked with your shipping manager yester– Fischer: Shipping and receiving. Wettle: Same difference. So, you planning on being more cooperative? Fischer: Everyone who works for the company is here to help. It’s right there in our slogan! Wettle: Great. Turn down the pithy energy, please. Fischer: Well, friend, you’re not the most pleasant person I’ve talked to in a while. You said you worked for the County? Wettle: I did. Okay, so how long have you worked in this warehouse? Fischer: Twenty years. Wettle: Did you go to college before that? Fischer: God, no. Wettle: So, you didn’t graduate from law school twenty-eight years ago? Fischer: [laughs] If I went to law school, you think I’d work as a manager in a warehouse? Even one as nice as this? Wettle: Alright, forget I asked. [muttering] Ridiculous. Fischer: Yeah, I’m lucky I got this job when I did. Right before I got this job, I was working at the tire factory, the whole town did. But it shut down, company moved it overseas. And suddenly, everyone in town is lucky to get unemployment benefits. After a while, people were moving away just to get dishwasher jobs. If the company hadn’t opened up this warehouse, I’m afraid I’d be homeless or worse. Wettle: So, you usually keep your employees working overtime? Fischer: What’s needed is what’s done, that’s the way it is with us. Besides, don’t force no one to stay late. Wettle: But it’s not like they’re making all that much, so why would they if they didn’t have to? Fischer: The company pays competitively, don’t be like that. They’re certainly making more than if they didn’t have these jobs, right? Wettle: You at least pay the federally mandated overtime amount? Fischer: No one is working overtime, technically. Wettle: What? Hoffman said she works fifty hours a week! Fischer: Sure, and she does. But everyone’s salary here. We work until the job is done. [Researcher Wettle makes a sound typically considered to be one of disgust.] Fischer: You got a problem, buddy? Wettle: You got a funny attitude towards your employees’ benefits. Fischer: Oh, they don’t get benefits. The company figured with Obamacare, they didn’t need to. Wettle: [Sighs.] Alright, I’ll make a note of that. - Close File - Addendum 5698-3 – Aftereffects of Anomaly – Individuals directly affected by SCP-5698, those folded into a local reality re-write and who perform as employees of the anomaly, have residual pervasive effects upon their personality. For example, individuals universally have more aggressive tones in their interactions with others and exhibit rough, even unprofessional language no matter what their background. Although they only retain partial, incomplete memories of their time as employees at SCP-5698, the experience often has a protracted effect on the subject’s priorities. ► Creekside City Council Records 03/05/2014 ◄ - Close File - Creekside City Council Meeting Individuals involved: Councilpersons Markam, Valencia, Gerber and Mayor Hoffman Date: 3 May, 2014 [Excerpt begins with meeting already in session.] Markam: I’m sorry, Mayor, I don’t think I understand? Hoffman: Jesus, Jill, it’s freaking obvious. [All three City Council members share significant looks but don’t say anything.] Hoffman: If these companies aren’t going to make sure that their employees have medical and other benefits, I think we should open up a city-run clinic and food bank! Our people deserve the care, goddamn it. Valencia: Obviously, that would be a noble effort but where would we get the money? Hoffman: Government grants, raise business taxes, do what we have to actually serve the people in need. I didn’t become mayor to leave the people that elected me high and dry..Mayor Hoffman actually was elected on a “business first” platform. Gerber: Mayor, I’ve got to say, your passion for our constituents is commendable… I will remind you that we are being recorded, as is the case with all City Council meetings. Couldn’t you show a little decorum? Hoffman: If it means letting people go without care or enough food to eat because they’re paid like garbage, then [REDACTED] that. End of Excerpt ► County Court Records 14/06/2014 ◄ - Close File - Civil Court Administrative Record Date: 14, June 2014 Case pending: McGurney v. Benton Pharmaceuticals Judge Presiding: Honorable Jacob Fischer Fischer: Defense, I gotta say, if your client wasn’t so godawful with its management of human resources, maybe we wouldn’t be here today. Defense: Your Honor? Fischer: Come on, the man worked sixty-five hours a week for six months, on a contract basis and then was let go. So, no overtime or benefits? Maybe if you retained the slightest appreciation for your employees, your company wouldn’t be in such a financial ditch. Defendant CEO: Ah, Your Honor… Fischer: Naw, forget it. I’ve decided, you treated this man like an employee, he gets employee benefits. And if you don’t like it, you can stuff it up your– End of Excerpt Update: When SCP-5698 demanifested after the initial discovery, the original products displaced by the anomaly were returned to their previously locations within the property but with new branding.This has occurred after every manifestation of the anomaly.. Please see below file for photographical example. Open Attachment - Close File - ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5698" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5698. Licensed under CC-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-5699 | esoteric-class | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5699 Level2 Secondary Class: Cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo An undated photograph depicting SCP-5699, likely taken during wartime. Special Containment Procedures: As proper, complete containment of SCP-5699 requires the use of mass-incarceration of affected individuals, lockdowns of major metropolitan areas and extensive application of class-A amnestics, containment of SCP-5699 has been indefinitely suspended. As SCP-5699 typically affects individuals experiencing trauma and emotional instability, containment specialists assigned to SCP-5699 have noted that witnesses regard SCP-5699 as a hallucination, or an extended period of delirium. As such, the O5 Council have ruled that SCP-5699 does not require active containment. Description: SCP-5699 is a white1-class spectral anomaly or group of entities resembling a hooded figure with a mirrored, reflective glass pane in the place of a head. SCP-5699 presents itself towards individuals experiencing significant emotional turmoil, with an increased appearance rate if an individual is either considering or attempting suicide. Upon arrival to a compromised individual, SCP-5699 will silently observe a subject for approximately five minutes' time, and then vanish. After SCP-5699's disappearance, a message written in the fog of a mirror or other reflective surface within the vicinity of the subject will manifest. Messages written typically showcase affection, or a positive experience in the subject's life. A brief showing of collected messages is transcribed below. You held my hand as I said goodbye to her, and walked me home, shielding my eyes from the new mothers. You stayed with me. You hadn't even thought of leaving me. The little old lady in the hospital who sat at the windowsill, screaming at nothing outside was comforted by your hand. It wasn't her granddaughter's, who hadn't been there, both in hospital and in life. But you did. You stood by her, gently holding her hand. You bought me a dress and helped me with the straps. You told me I was pretty and loved, and that the girl who had been inside of me the whole time was finally freed. The tea was cold. Too much sugar and cream. The teabag was split in half, leaving a mug with tea leaves at the bottom. Half of it was spilt on the bed. But you brought it for me when I was sick, and shivering. You told me that you believed me. The haggard man who would lie by the garbage bags piled near the pub, who would rest and sleep by a brick-wall, was fed by you. Of course you didn't cook anything, but you bought the soup with your own pocket money. You gave me your beloved dolly. Prom was less lonely with you. You hugged me when nobody would- You didn't know that it wasn't contagious, only through blood- And even if, you would have still shown me kindness. The birdies in the park were well-fed, after a long winter. You held my hand and fanned my cheek as the monitor dipped and swooned. You gripped my hand, holding onto my wedding ring as the beep grew loud, and would gently stroke my arm, as the beeps grew silent. Addendum No. 1: The following message was discovered on Dr. Ronald Pearson2's bathroom mirror: You let me be free from the cell, You let me wander and love You helped me. You did everything that your name and place would balk So I will be free, and help others be free, in their own way. I won't forget you. You are loved, by me. Don't forget that. Footnotes 1. Designates a spectral anomaly that possesses helpful or benevolent characteristics. 2. Research lead on the SCP-5699 project. Dr. Pearson suffers from severe bouts of depression. |
SCP-5699 | uncontained | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5699 Level2 Secondary Class: Cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo An undated photograph depicting SCP-5699, likely taken during wartime. Special Containment Procedures: As proper, complete containment of SCP-5699 requires the use of mass-incarceration of affected individuals, lockdowns of major metropolitan areas and extensive application of class-A amnestics, containment of SCP-5699 has been indefinitely suspended. As SCP-5699 typically affects individuals experiencing trauma and emotional instability, containment specialists assigned to SCP-5699 have noted that witnesses regard SCP-5699 as a hallucination, or an extended period of delirium. As such, the O5 Council have ruled that SCP-5699 does not require active containment. Description: SCP-5699 is a white1-class spectral anomaly or group of entities resembling a hooded figure with a mirrored, reflective glass pane in the place of a head. SCP-5699 presents itself towards individuals experiencing significant emotional turmoil, with an increased appearance rate if an individual is either considering or attempting suicide. Upon arrival to a compromised individual, SCP-5699 will silently observe a subject for approximately five minutes' time, and then vanish. After SCP-5699's disappearance, a message written in the fog of a mirror or other reflective surface within the vicinity of the subject will manifest. Messages written typically showcase affection, or a positive experience in the subject's life. A brief showing of collected messages is transcribed below. You held my hand as I said goodbye to her, and walked me home, shielding my eyes from the new mothers. You stayed with me. You hadn't even thought of leaving me. The little old lady in the hospital who sat at the windowsill, screaming at nothing outside was comforted by your hand. It wasn't her granddaughter's, who hadn't been there, both in hospital and in life. But you did. You stood by her, gently holding her hand. You bought me a dress and helped me with the straps. You told me I was pretty and loved, and that the girl who had been inside of me the whole time was finally freed. The tea was cold. Too much sugar and cream. The teabag was split in half, leaving a mug with tea leaves at the bottom. Half of it was spilt on the bed. But you brought it for me when I was sick, and shivering. You told me that you believed me. The haggard man who would lie by the garbage bags piled near the pub, who would rest and sleep by a brick-wall, was fed by you. Of course you didn't cook anything, but you bought the soup with your own pocket money. You gave me your beloved dolly. Prom was less lonely with you. You hugged me when nobody would- You didn't know that it wasn't contagious, only through blood- And even if, you would have still shown me kindness. The birdies in the park were well-fed, after a long winter. You held my hand and fanned my cheek as the monitor dipped and swooned. You gripped my hand, holding onto my wedding ring as the beep grew loud, and would gently stroke my arm, as the beeps grew silent. Addendum No. 1: The following message was discovered on Dr. Ronald Pearson2's bathroom mirror: You let me be free from the cell, You let me wander and love You helped me. You did everything that your name and place would balk So I will be free, and help others be free, in their own way. I won't forget you. You are loved, by me. Don't forget that. Footnotes 1. Designates a spectral anomaly that possesses helpful or benevolent characteristics. 2. Research lead on the SCP-5699 project. Dr. Pearson suffers from severe bouts of depression. |
SCP-5700 | keter | SCP-5700: So Says I Author: ItsDenali. Image Credit: See the Discussion page below. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document discusses the subject of an on-going investigation; as such, information present in this file is subject to frequent change. Check back regularly for updates to this file. — Dr. Caballero, Director of SCP-5700 Operations SCP-5700? I'll admit, it has a nice ring to it. Item#: 5700 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Project Lead Project Assistant Assigned Task Force Site-17 Dr. Caballero Researcher Griffin MTF Epsilon-06 ("Village Idiots") SCP-5700-1 in Colorado, circa 1874. Special Containment Procedures: The central northwestern region of the United State is to be continually monitored for SCP-5700-1 activity; should such activity be detected, members of MTF Epsilon-06 (“Village Idiots”) are to be dispatched to SCP-5700-1's location to engage and capture him if possible. SCP-5700-3 is to be monitored at all times and not be disturbed under any circumstances; any abnormalities in SCP-5700-3's behavior are to be recorded and reported to Dr. Caballero or Researcher Griffin immediately. Surviving SCP-5700 instances are to be housed at Site-17 and are permitted to interact with other residents once properly acclimated. ◆ Supplementary Containment Procedures ◆ ◇ Supplementary Containment Procedures ◇ The following measures are to be followed in regards to individual containment of SCP-5700 instances. If an instance should die, their remains are to be cremated and stored in a designated locker at Site-64. SCP-5700-1: Once captured, subject is to be housed in a standard Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-17 and may interact with other persons once properly adjusted. Immediate contact with SCP-5700-4 is permitted. SCP-5700-2: Remains interred at Site-64. SCP-5700-3: Containment Procedures still under development, refer to Project Director or Assistant Director for details. SCP-5700-4: Subject is to be housed in a standard Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-17 and may interact freely with personnel. At no point beyond testing is SCP-5700-4 permitted to come into contact with any living plants over 0.5 meters in height. SCP-5700-5: Remains interred at Site-64. SCP-5700-6: Remains interred at Site-64. SCP-5700-7: Location and collection of the subject's remains is of negligible priority, but are to be exhumed, cremated, and interred at Site-64 if discovered. Alternative versions of historically-relevant instances' lives are to be inserted into public records as part of a general disinformation campaign. Moreover, any possible historical references to SCP-5700's activity or members are to be expunged from any records in which they appear.Some things are best left buried. Several members of SCP-5700 and several Sioux native allies, shortly before a routine raid. Description: SCP-5700 collectively denotes seven anomalous humanoids (designated SCP-5700-1 through -7) that appeared around and were primarily active throughout a period spanning from approximately 1872 to 1880 within the area now known as the central northwestern United States. SCP-5700 appears to have engaged in a form of guerrilla warfare against American settlers and government officials attempting to settle in their area of activity at the time in an apparent attempt to keep encroachers out of the area. SCP-5700 is believed to have coordinated with native American populations to this end. Due to SCP-5700's activity having occurred prior to the establishment of the Foundation proper, it did not come to formal attention until shortly after 6/28/1979, following the capture and interrogation of SCP-5700-4, although other members of SCP-5700 had been encountered prior to that date. (See SCP-5700-2, -5). As such, a vast majority of information regarding SCP-5700 is unknown, with solid evidence of the group's activity remaining extremely scarce. Shortly after the Neutralization of SCP-1422 on 7/9/2007, more details about the history of SCP-5700's activity were able to be documented. SCP-5700 and SCP-1422 are thought to be unrelated at this time. I suppose my efforts on that front finally gave out, eh? Lt. Col. Custer, killed at the Battle of Little Bighorn. SCP-5700-6 is thought to have impersonated him and other generals to cause disorder in the American military. Historical Activity: While a majority of SCP-5700's historical activity remains largely unknown, historical and firsthand accounts have been able to confirm the presence of at least a few of its members at a variety of confrontations ranging small engagements to large-scale battles. Among the more well-known points of intervention are the battles of Rosebud and later Little Bighorn during the Great Sioux War of 1876, at which at least four members were present. Soldiers at the battle recorded events verbally and in writing that likely corresponded to intervention on SCP-5700-2, -4, -5, and -6's parts; SCP-5700-1 is suspected to have also been present, though there is insufficient evidence to effectively support this. The only known physical traces left of SCP-5700 activity are geological oddities generated by SCP-5700-2 and -4 utilizing their abilities, namely in the form of strange geological structures and increased crystalline mineral presence at battle sites. While literary mentions of SCP-5700 in soldiers' journals exist, they are considered extremely rare due to the infrequency of literacy among American citizens at the time. Beyond these and related major events, SCP-5700 is believed to have engaged in smaller-scale raids on settler camps with the intent of expelling the settlers rather than killing them. The frequency of such raids is unknown but thought to have been high in SCP-5700's primary area of activity. Addendum 5700.1: The following is a summary of all known data concerning the seven members of SCP-5700. SCP-5700-1 SCP-5700-2 SCP-5700-3 SCP-5700-4 SCP-5700-5 SCP-5700-6 SCP-5700-7 SCP-5700-1, historically known as Harry Yount. Designation: SCP-5700-1 Known Aliases: Harry Yount Containment: Uncontained, Alive Description: Caucasian male appearing to be in their late forties bearing brown hair and hazel eyes. Modern sightings of the subject describe them as having a large beard, as well. Anomalous Abilities: SCP-5700-1 possesses anomalously sensitive electrosensitivity to the point of being able to detect and locate nearby organisms within a variable radius. Subject’s ability has also proven to be receptive to certain meteorological phenomenon such as thunderstorms, the presence of which is reported to cause SCP-5700-1 severe migraines. SCP-5700-1 also possesses negligible senescence, causing little to no aging since his abilities were initially obtained. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/encounter_logs/1: - Collapse Location: American Northwestern and Cascadia area Date: Multiple Summary: While successful containment of SCP-5700-1 has not yet been achieved, Foundation personnel have encountered and briefly interacted with the subject on multiple occasions, sometimes for up to several minutes at a time. To date, all attempts to capture SCP-5700-1 have failed, being generally attributed to pursuing personnel losing track of the subject. While SCP-5700-1's anomalous abilities as described by SCP-5700-4, are exclusively sensory, sparse evidence suggests the possible existence of at least one secondary anomalous ability that has yet to be formally identified or directly observed. As with the general search for SCP-5700-1, research is ongoing. Significant Encounters: Blackfoot, Idaho, 2/17/1970. SCP-5700-1 checked into a hospital using fake credentials for a gunshot graze to the shoulder; as per standard procedure, the local police force was notified. A Foundation webcrawler monitoring radio signals in that area detected the description of a person matching SCP-5700-1 over a broadcast and alerted nearby agents to the situation. SCP-5700-1 was driven to the roof of the building and all alternative exits were blocked. As agents stormed the roof in search of the subject, a report came from two floors down that SCP-5700-1 had been sighted. The reporting agent was later found incapacitated and SCP-5700-1 was seen exiting via the front entrance and escaping into a nearby forest. Further searching yielded no results. Providence, Washington, 5/3/1976. Subject was spotted at a firing range by an off-duty agent and confronted on-site; SCP-5700-1 received a minor gunshot wound to his right arm but fired back, non-fatally wounding the agent and escaping shortly after. CCTV footage from the complex confirmed it was indeed SCP-5700-1. Provo, Utah, 6/13/1984. Subject was seen in the background of a news broadcast by a Foundation webcrawler and agents were notified. Local security cameras allowed further tracking to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town where SCP-5700-1 was seemingly cornered. Agents entered the building, made visual contact with the subject, and were ordered to abstain from lethal force unless absolutely necessary. After a brief chase through the building, SCP-5700-1's voice was heard shouting “Run” outside the rear entrance, after which contact was lost. Fort Collins, Colorado, 12/24/2009. See Interview 5700.1A. A portrait of SCP-5700-2 taken sometime in the late 19th century. Designation: SCP-5700-2 Known Aliases: Carter Brooke Containment: K.I.A., Deceased Description: Caucasian male appearing in their late forties or fifties with blonde hair, gray eyes, and a notably bulky physique. A man too stubborn for his own good. Anomalous Abilities: SCP-5700-2 possessed considerable geokinetic abilities and was able to manipulate terrain in their vicinity with notable precision. Subject used his abilities for a variety of purposes ranging from combat to utility. Notably, SCP-5700-2 appears to have been capable of tapping into and amplifying local seismic activity in times of heightened emotion as a last resort for self-defense. Additionally, SCP-5700-2 possessed decelerated aging while alive. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/encounter_logs/2: - Collapse Damage caused to a local roadway following SCP-5700-2's death. Location: North of West Yellowstone, Montana Date: 8/17/1959 Summary: Originally encountered prior to the formal classification of SCP-5700 as a whole, SCP-5700-2 was marked as a person of interest after reports of a man anomalously manipulating rocks and minerals were intercepted by Foundation personnel in the southwestern Montana area. SCP-5700-2 was eventually located and engaged. The subject violently resisted detainment and fought with Foundation forces for approximately two hours, managing to severely injure several and kill two before being fatally wounded himself. Before expiring from his injuries, SCP-5700-2 began screaming and clutching his chest while rambling incoherently. Then, at 11:37 PM MST, SCP-5700-2 emitted a series of extremely powerful seismic waves for about thirty seconds. The releases triggered tectonic movement in the nearby fault line, resulting in the creation of a powerful earthquake possessing a strength of 7.3 MW. This quake, eventually dubbed the “Hebgen Lake Earthquake” by the public, resulted in 28 non-Foundation casualties, extensive flooding, localized geological restructuring, and nearly $11 million1 in damages. Due to the sheer intensity of the waves, all personnel engaging SCP-5700-2 at the time were instantly killed. Footage of the event was only available via bodycam footage being broadcast to a nearby Foundation Site that was monitoring the operation; all equipment on present personnel was subsequently destroyed. The remains of SCP-5700-2 and all engaging personnel were soon collected and transported to the supervising Site; an autopsy of SCP-5700-2 was deemed unfeasible due to the severely mangled state of his body, whose remains were cremated and moved to Site-64 for storage. Deceased personnel were transported elsewhere for processing and eventual return to their respective families. He died as he lived: stubborn as all hell. SCP-5700-3's current location during an output event. Designation: SCP-5700-3 Known Aliases: Nahimana,2 Nah Containment: Pending, Unknown Description: Native American female, estimated to have been around 7 years old, described as having dark hair and hazel eyes; appearance is not expected to have changed since estimated time of burial. Anomalous Abilities: SCP-5700-3 possesses the anomalous ability to spontaneously generate and control water with notable precision; water created by SCP-5700-3 is allegedly superheated and quickly dissipates into steam; the volume of this water is said to vary, with some generation events creating nearly 10,000 L (2600 US gal.) of liquid. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/encounter_logs/3: - Collapse Location: Unknown Yellowstone National Park Date: N/A Summary: Subject is currently buried 10 meters underground in the southwestern area of Yellowstone National Park. Subject was reportedly buried there nearly 140 years ago by other SCP-5700 instances after it was believed that she had died. The subject's anomalous ability to generate water has remained in a constantly active state, continuing to expel boiling water from the crevasse in which she is located, mimicking the appearance of a natural spring. Her location has since been dubbed the “Solitary Geyser” by the public. SCP-5700-3's body will regularly generate larger bursts of water which lead to eruption events from the spring; these are considered normal. SCP-5700-3 has yet to be directly engaged by Foundation assets, though ground-penetrating scans of her location have been performed. Whether SCP-5700-3 is deceased or in a state of suspended animation is unknown, and research is ongoing. Think what you will, she will save us all, in time. SCP-5700-4 with an unidentified Sioux child, possibly SCP-5700-3 Designation: SCP-5700-4 Known Aliases: Hotah3 Containment: Contained, Alive Description: Native American male appearing to be in their late seventies, possessing dark tan skin, black hair and brown eyes. Blessed by his gods, haunted by his past. Anomalous Abilities: SCP-5700-4 possesses the ability to transmute nearly any organism from the Plante Kingdom into minerals (typically granite, feldspar, or quartz) on physical contact with the specimen. SCP-5700-4 is able to manually affect the rate or direction of transmutation. Once the subject has contacted a viable specimen, transmutation may occur during up to the next thirty seconds, even if direct contact has been lost. SCP-5700-4 also possesses notably decelerated senescence, causing him to age at a very slow rate. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/encounter_logs/4: - Collapse Location: Jackson Hole, Wyoming Date: 6/28/1979 Summary: SCP-5700-4 was brought to the Foundation's attention following a sighting by local agents pursuing an unrelated anomaly in which they witnessed a man turn ordinary flowers into quartz crystals with his bare hands. The subject was then confronted by Foundation operatives and entered custody, apparently insistent on not attracting the attention of civilians. SCP-5700-4 was being briefly held at Site-11 prior to being officially housed at Site-17. No incidents have occurred regarding SCP-5700-4's containment since, and the subject has actively sought to help the Foundation complete its records of SCP-5700's activity. SCP-5700-5. Designation: SCP-5700-5 Known Aliases: Peter O'Brien Containment: K.I.A., Deceased Description: Caucasian male appearing to be in their thirties, possessing black hair, brown eyes, and a notably lean build. A man rejected by his society. Anomalous Abilities: SCP-5700-5 was able to manually manipulate shadows cast by objects within a roughly 60-meter range. As such, SCP-5700-5 was capable of shrouding large areas in darkness by condensing shadows from its surroundings to the point where the condensed area experienced a state of complete darkness. Notably, direct exposure to moonlight caused SCP-5700-5's skin to illuminate to the point where it could be made out even through condensed darkness. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/encounter_logs/5: - Collapse A still frame from the shoulder-cam of an agent engaging SCP-5700-5. Location: Billings, Montana Date: 5/22/1969 Summary: SCP-5700-5 was encountered by Foundation agents investigating a string of rumors circulating around describing a man capable of causing blackouts and manipulating shadows around him. SCP-5700-5 was found to have committed various petty thieveries, muggings, and robberies in the area. The subject was eventually cornered in an abandoned warehouse by several members of MTF Epsilon-06 (“Village Idiots”) responding to the aforementioned rumors. SCP-5700-5 proceeded to flood the area in a thick darkness that completely obscured available cameras and flashlights, and rendered night vision equipment ineffective. SCP-5700-5 then attacked and killed one task force member and seriously wounded two using an antique knife.4 While attempting to kill another member, SCP-5700-5 was thrown off and passed through a beam of moonlight streaming in through a hole in the ceiling. In reaction to the moonlight, a portion of SCP-5700-5's body became temporarily visible, and present forces were able to target and fatally wound the subject. Cowardly as Peter was, he didn't deserve to die like this. Before dying, SCP-5700-5 was heard chuckling and gurgling something about not “expect[ing] it to end like this,” followed shortly after by a dissipation of the darkness as the subject expired. A later autopsy revealed nothing of significance, and the subject was cremated and moved to Site-64 to be stored alongside SCP-5700-2's remains. A possible image of SCP-5700-6's original form Designation: SCP-5700-6 Known Aliases: Sean Novák Containment: Contained, Deceased Description: No consistent appearance except for hazel irises. Anomalous Abilities: SCP-5700-6 was able to manually alter his physical appearance to match that of another individual with extreme precision. Despite the high degree of detail achieved in these transformations, SCP-5700-6’s irises and scent invariably remained unaltered. SCP-5700-6 was able to transform into any individual he had seen the face of at any prior point in time. The subject also resisted aging to a considerable degree, but died of old age in 2006. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/encounter_logs/5: - Collapse Location: Gallatin Gateway, Montana President Grant was always his favorite face to wear. Date: 8/20/1980 Summary: SCP-5700-6 was tracked to Gallatin Gateway utilizing experimental tracking technology. Upon being located and confronted, SCP-5700-6 transformed into a nearby pedestrian and attempted to escape. A brief chase ensued, with the subject taking on the forms of various civilians, transforming in plain sight of nearby pedestrians until being successfully captured. All exposed civilians were detained and amnestics were administrated as needed, and an appropriate cover story was later released. SCP-5700-6 remained fully uncooperative until making contact with SCP-5700-4 at Site-17, after which the subject gradually stopped resisting Foundation personnel and eventually served to reinforce SCP-5700-4's historical accounts. Although initially abrasive with other personnel at the Site, SCP-5700-6 has since adjusted and cooperates well with his sitemates. [FILE NOT FOUND]. Designation: SCP-5700-7 Known Aliases: “Eric” Containment: N/A, Deceased Description: Male, possibly Caucasian Anomalous Abilities: Unidentified, but reportedly able to disorient targets at a considerable range; telepathy or telekinesis suspected. Contact: Unlike other SCP-5700 instances, SCP-5700-7 did not possess any resistance to aging in addition to his primary anomalous ability, and is believed to have died from natural causes over a century prior to the Foundation's formal identification of SCP-5700. SCP-5700-7 is considered Neutralized. If only things were that simple. Interview 5700.1: On 12/18/2002, Dr. Caballero conducted an interview with SCP-5700-4 to gain a better understanding of the history and activity of SCP-5700 during their time of activity. A transcript of the interview is available below. + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/interview/transc1.log: - Collapse Video Log Transcript Interview 01 Video Log Date: 12/18/2002 Interviewer: Dr. Caballero, Head of SCP-5700 Operations Interviewee: SCP-5700-4 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-5700-4 is already seated as Dr. Caballero enters the room and looks up from his clipboard smiling slightly. SCP-5700-4 begins to rise and reach for Dr. Caballero’s hand until he makes a declining motion and sits. SCP-5700-4 nods and reseats himself.) Dr. Caballero: Good morning, dash four, how are you doing? SCP-5700-4: I am well, thank you. Yourself? Dr. Caballero:(Coughs lightly.) Ah, I’ve been better. Anyway, I just had some questions about your, uh, friends. SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) Yes, SCP-5700, as you call us. Where would you like me to start? Dr. Caballero: From the beginning, if you would. SCP-5700-4: Very well. (He slightly repositions himself in his chair and sighs.) It had to have been around… (He falls silent for a moment.) …probably 1872. I remember there was snow. Dr. Caballero: So winter. Maybe January or February perhaps? SCP-5700-4: No way to be certain, but most likely. Dr. Caballero: (Scribbles some notes on his clipboard before looking up.) Alright, please continue. SCP-5700-4: It all began near the clear lake with black shores5. My niece Nahimana and I had been traveling to another one of our tribe’s outposts when we got separated from the rest of our group, so we set up for the night by the water. It was a clear night, and we fell asleep quickly. (SCP-5700-4 leans back in his chair and chuckles lightly.) SCP-5700-4: When I woke up I was staring down the barrel of a gun. Dr. Caballero: SCP-5700-1’s original group? SCP-5700-4: Most of it, at least, probably around twenty men. Apparently we were in “claimed territory” and “trespassing,” so they were deciding what to do with Nahimana and I. Dr. Caballero: That must have been quite a shock. SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) I myself had never known Harry before that day, nor any of his associates, for that matter. I’d heard rumors of him from other tribesmen before, a settler with a distaste for settling, who only hunted with great reluctance, going so far as to mourn some of the animals he killed. Dr. Caballero: (Flips through some papers on his clipboard and nods.) Yes, many accounts of Youn— uh, SCP-5700-1 have described him as such. SCP-5700-4: And if not for that compassion I fear we would not be speaking now. Carter, as I came to know him, or the one you know as SCP-5700-2, had quite a temperament, as did many of Harry’s men. They weren’t particularly against my kind, rather they just saw us as in their way. In Carter’s eyes at least, my niece and I were camping out in someone’s back yard. Dr. Caballero: And SCP-5700-1 stepped in? SCP-5700-4: Just in time too. Carter and Sean, that is, dash two and five, had dragged us out of our tent and thrown us in the snow, guns trained on our heads. The rest of the group were standing not too far behind, muttering back in forth. My English wasn’t perfect back then, but it was clear that they were all deciding what to do with us, or rather our bodies once they were done with us. Nahimana was clinging to me the whole time, her eyes wide, her breathing rapid. Anyway, they picked us up and had just shoved us to the lakeshore when a man came bursting out of the pines—none other than Harry Yount. He started shouting at the two with guns, grabbed their weapons, and threw them into a snowbank nearby. Harry kept gesturing to Nahimana then to the guns and asking them how they could even consider shooting a child, and… (He falls silent.) Dr. Caballero: Are you alright? We can take a break for a minute if you— SCP-5700-4: No, it’s alright, I just… haven’t thought about all of this in a long time. Dr. Caballero: Alright, please continue. SCP-5700-4: Harry’s tirade kept going for a good few minutes, and the whole time not a single one of his men spoke a word. Eventually he stopped and said “I can’t do this anymore. Look at us! Coming and slaughtering these people, their children no less, in their own lands!” Nobody said anything, nobody even moved for nearly a minute until Harry grabbed his pack, supplies, and rifle and pulled Nahimana and I up by the hand and nodded his head towards our camp. We hurried over and quickly packed our things up. Carter started towards us and began to say something, but Harry stopped him in his tracks and shut him up with a simple “No.” When we had our bundles ready to go, Harry gestured the two of us to come to him and turned towards the rest of them. I… I will never forget what he said to them. (He pauses for a moment to take a sip of water.) Standing straight he declared “I won’t sit idly by and watch these Indians, these people be slaughtered in their own home anymore, nor these grand forests be wiped out for our mere convenience. I’m putting an end to this… this invasion, one way or another,” then turned away and shakily spoke “So says I.” And without saying a word more, the three of us started down the shore, due North. (SCP-5700-4 falls silent and sighs nostalgically.) SCP-5700-4: One of the men was the first to speak. He looked at Harry and shook his head, told him that none of them were going to follow him down that shore, that he was acting on emotions and he couldn’t stop the expansion with his ideals of justice alone. Then Sean stepped forward and told Harry the other man was right, what he was doing was basically suicide. Dr. Caballero: So all of SCP-5700-1’s men abandoned him? SCP-5700-4: Not exactly. Sean just shrugged, grabbed his pack, trudged over to Harry, and threw a sly grin over his shoulder at the rest of the group. He said that he was a man with no place to go anyway, and he trusted Harry enough to stand by him. The group was dumbfounded, of course, and their awe only grew when Carter and Peter stepped forward as well. Dr. Caballero: So that’s… (Pauses a moment to mentally count.) …still only six of you. SCP-5700-4: Then Harry scanned the crowd, meeting each man’s eyes before clearing his throat, tipping his hat, and turning back down the shore. The five of us followed suit. By now the men’s silence had grown to a whisper, then to an uproar of insults and laughs towards the six of us. I peered back towards them and noticed a spark of confusion among the crowd as a man stepped to the edge of the group, pack in hand. Dr. Caballero: SCP-5700-7. SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) Eric. He was clearly hesitant, and from what I gathered he must have been a loyal friend of Harry’s. I don’t quite remember what he looked like, but I remember his face was carved with anxiety and confusion, his eyes darting between us and the rest of the men. I turned back down the shore, thinking he wouldn’t have the guts to come with us. We were probably one hundred or so meters away when I hear a commotion from behind and turned back and saw Eric sprinting towards us shouting “Wait! I’m coming! I’m coming with you!” We stopped as he caught up to us, and he flew straight into a hug with the rest of the defectors, minus me and Nahimana of course. They all patted each other on the backs, wiped a few tears from their eyes, picked up their bags, and we were on our way. I threw one last look back up the shore to those men and felt their eyes burning on us, heard their insults and cries of treason and hatred, telling us we were destined to fail. But we had made up our minds, and we pressed on through the snow-covered gravel, making our way north. Dr. Caballero: (Scribbling notes on his clipboard.) Fascinating. Now, had any of you developed your anomalous abilities at this point? SCP-5700-4: (Shakes his head.) Our meeting with Her wasn’t until a little later. Dr. Caballero: Her? SCP-5700-4: (Leans forward and takes a sip of water before leaning back in his chair.) Harry intended to, um, enlist, with the nearest native tribe in order to directly fight the expansion, and while my own lands were further east, several tribes called the area home at the time. The nearest was the Nez Perce tribe, just north of the geyser fields. I acted as the guide for the trip and decided we would cut through the fields to shorten the journey and avoid the deeper snow to the west. Dr. Caballero: Really? I don’t recall any geothermal activity in that area, or much of anything, for that matter.6 SCP-5700-4: Odd. Well, anyway, we were near a patch of hotsprings when we decided to set up camp for the night. The ground was naturally warm, but we lit a fire anyway. We managed to find some rodents in the snow and had a decent dinner that night, too. Harry’s men sat around the fire for a while discussing their decision to betray their old lives. Dr. Caballero: I assume they were at least a little shaken up over it? SCP-5700-4: Some of them. Sean and Eric were definitely panicked, but Harry, Carter, and Peter didn’t have very much waiting for them back in society anyway. Harry had always questioned his role in the expansion, and Carter was on the run from debts of some sort. As for Peter, he wasn’t very detailed, but it was clear that because of whatever he had done, he couldn’t go back to his old life either. I’ll admit even I had some things because of which I could not return either, but that is in the past now. We eventually put the fire out and tucked up in our bedrolls. (Tilts his head and stares at the table.) Hmm. I took it for granted then, but it was a cloudless night with a new moon, and you could see every single star in the sky, brilliant and unfiltered by light pollution or smog, just the glow of the heavens and tricking of the springs. (Looks back to Dr. Caballero and smiles.) Well, soon enough that trickling grew quiet, and I noticed something coming from the water: a light. Dr. Caballero: A light? SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) It shone all sorts of colors, yellow, orange, pink, like a sunset but somehow more. At this point everyone was up. The glow grew in brightness until it looked like a watery bonfire. Then She rose from the water. Dr. Caballero: She? SCP-5700-4: She was female in shape, her form composed of swirling rock, minerals, and plant life, all still glowing with that… incredible light. I remember she smiled, a motherly, compassionate smile behind which there could never be even a thread of malice. At first I thought it to be a spirit of some sort. Dr. Caballero: Something from the local mythos perhaps? SCP-5700-4: (Shakes his head.) Whatever She was, well, is, She is older than nearly anything human minds could have organized into a pantheon. No, She is far, far more ancient. Not eternal, but very old and very powerful. I could feel it from Her presence alone. Dr. Caballero: (Mumbles to himself.) Damn, another Apex? I thought we were done with this shi— uh, so sorry. You were saying? SCP-5700-4: Well, at this point all of us are up, and She begins to speak. It wasn’t any language I’d ever heard before, and I don’t think I could even write it out, but somehow we all could understand Her perfectly. Dr. Caballero: And what did She have to say? SCP-5700-4: She commended us for our ambition but said that our willpower alone would not be enough to save the lands from encroachment. I looked down at Nahimana and saw a face filled with wonder, her eyes were so wide that I could almost see the stars reflected in them. Then the goddess, and She is a goddess mind you, began to glow again, but this time more radiantly, more powerfully than before. Whatever light She was shining seemed to fall on and… awaken, something within the seven of us simultaneously. It felt almost as though a piece of us that we had never known was missing had been returned or unlocked, you could say. The light continued to get brighter and brighter, and we heard, “Go.” The next thing we knew, we were all in our bedrolls waking up to the sunrise. Dr. Caballero: That’s… definitely something. So, She wanted to support your group in the anti-expansionist efforts? SCP-5700-4: Definitely, maybe even something more, something long term that even now still has yet to come to fruition. Dr. Caballero: What makes you think that? SCP-5700-4: (Shrugs.) Just a feeling, I suppose. Dr. Caballero: If you say so. Anyway, so the seven of you awaken the next morning and then what? SCP-5700-4: (Chuckles.) Well, Carter immediately decided that it was all just a strange dream that we all remembered identically for some reason. Harry began trying to reason with him about how that wasn’t possible when Nahimana sneezed and boiling water shot out of her nose. Dr. Caballero: SCP-5700-3’s ability. You described it as spontaneous water generation and control, yes? SCP-5700-4: Ordinarily, yes, but Nahimana was so young it was like… how do I put this in modern terms? Ah, it was similar to giving a baby a rocket launcher; she became very dangerous at first, with nearly no control over her gift. Over time she managed to restrain it to sporadic episodes, but even then she had to isolate herself so as to not hurt the rest of us. Dr. Caballero: So the unpredictability of her water generation was due to her lack of experience? SCP-5700-4: More or less. The rest of us slowly began to discover our gifts. Sean could suddenly turn into President Grant, I could turn leaves into glass, and Harry could feel the heartbeat of a squirrel sleeping in the snow a hundred meters away. Dr. Caballero: It must have been disorienting then? SCP-5700-4: (Smiles and rolls his eyes.) Peter was giddy when he discovered his gift. Of course, we were all confused as hell, and Carter kept saying it was a demon and we were all possessed. He shut up when he stomped his foot and knocked over the tree he was standing next to, though. It was a confusing time, but we grew to understand our gifts eventually. Dr. Caballero: So you made your way to the Nez Perce tribe? SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) The rest of the trip was rather uneventful, just us trying to figure out our gifts while making our way through the snow. Dr. Caballero: How did the Nez Perce people respond to SCP-5700-1’s proposal? SCP-5700-4: They were surprised to say the least, not just one, but five white men coming to join the fight on the losing side, all of them and two more with supernatural abilities, no less. Chief Joseph7 was obviously suspicious, but still clearly thrilled at the prospect of having us at his disposal, so to speak. Dr. Caballero: Can you recall any specifics in terms of places your group raided during this time? SCP-5700-4: It was such a long time ago that most details elude me, but I do remember something about gold rushers trespassing in officially sovereign land, going as far as to set up whole towns to resist getting kicked out. Their entire settlements were highly illegal, but the American government never cared, gold was good for their economy, after all. Dr. Caballero: I see. SCP-5700-4: But those years, wow. The seven of us went everywhere; Nez Perce, Sioux, even the Shoshone all fought alongside us at some point. Dr. Caballero: Fascinating. SCP-5700-4: All the while we honed our abilities bit by bit. By the time we made it to Little Bighorn, we were, for lack of a better term, on fire. Carter throwing boulders, Peter blacking out whole sections of the battlefield, and Eric doing something strange to disorient the enemy soldiers. Dr. Caballero: Something? SCP-5700-4: Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever did find out what Eric’s gift was, I merely saw the effects it had on enemy troops. Dr. Caballero: Odd. Do you think it could have been telepathic in some capacity? SCP-5700-4: (Shrugs.) I couldn’t say. Whatever he did, it worked. Dr. Caballero: (Writes some notes down.) Alright. So, the last record we can find of SCP-5700’s activity was from around 1880, why did you stop? (SCP-5700-4’s eyes go out of focus and his head falls slightly. He sighs and takes a large sip of water before continuing.) SCP-5700-4: 1879, I believe. The Tukudeka, “Sheep-eaters,8” they called them, had always had friction with the pioneers and miners. Everyone wanted Shoshone land, be it for its lush forests or rich mountains, they wanted it. All they had to do was drop a few accusations of horse thievery here, a few more of murdering Chinese miners there, and the Americans thought they were justified in taking the land. It was a smaller engagement, and we aided the 300 or so of them in a few on-off raids. It was a routine interception, raid a pack train, take the goods, and slowly starve out the opposition, drive them back east. Simple enough. But these men, they were something else. Dr. Caballero: How so? SCP-5700-4: In short, it was a slaughter, as though they never missed a shot. It’s a miracle the seven of us got out unharmed, but what was left of the Tukudekan forces was in shambles. We had no choice but to leave them behind and flee east ourselves, and we ended up finding ourselves in the geyser fields again. Dr. Caballero: Had it been a while since you had last been there? SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) Probably about eight years. It was all as beautiful as ever, and we decided to set up camp and put the bloody battle behind us, figure out what to do, how to connect back with the Tukudeka leaders. Nahimana and I had set out to get firewood when… (He falls silent.) Dr. Caballero: When…? SCP-5700-4: One of the soldiers from the battle had been tracking us. I came out of the woods into a small clearing to find Nah staring down the barrel of a rifle. The man holding the gun was yelling something about trespassing, and… (Voice breaking.) Nah went to run and there was a loud bang and she flew back, her chest just… red. I remember screaming… think I turned an entire tree into glass in less than a second, kicked out the bottom and let gravity to the rest. Everyone else came up the hill to see what was going on; everything after that was just a blur. There were tears but I couldn’t cry. I just sat there, even as Carter and Harry buried her right in front of me. They left eventually, and it was just Harry and I and water bubbling, and… (He chokes back a sob and falls silent.) Dr. Caballero: If it’s too much we can continue this another time, I wouldn’t want to put you through any— SCP-5700-4: No, I… I’m okay. I just miss her, is all. Dr. Caballero: If you’re comfortable with continuing, then please proceed. SCP-5700-4: At first I thought Nah was still alive, it was her water spilling out of the Earth, anyway, but as more and more came gushing out, Harry and I noticed the light; it was Her again. Dr. Caballero: The godde— entity from when you received your anomalous abilities? SCP-5700-4: Time still felt blurred at this point, but I remember her saying something about how Nah still needed to “defeat the depths,” and that she “wasn't dead or alive.” Dr. Caballero: A state of suspended animation perhaps? SCP-5700-4: Your guess is as good as mine. I don't think it'll take you too long to locate her spring, but I assume you'll run a battery of tests when you find it anyway. Dr. Caballero: It's just procedure at that point. But with the “defeat the depths” part, do you have any idea what She may have been referring to? SCP-5700-4: (Shakes his head.) Nothing solid. Ever since that day I've been trying to figure out what She meant, even up to the day you all took me in. Dr. Caballero: Alright, I'll look into it as well and see what I can dig up. Now, how impactful was SCP-5700-3's passing on the rest of the group. SCP-5700-4: (Sniffs.) After that we just kind of… fell apart. Nah was a staple that held us all together, and with her gone our vision simply fizzled out. Three nights later we woke up and Peter was gone. Sean and Carter left soon after, too. Eric was broken over the ordeal, but he stuck close to Harry after that. Those two always were always close, closer than brothers. Dr. Caballero: Did you ever come in contact with the other members of SCP-5700 after your dispersal? SCP-5700-4: (Nods.) I ran into Harry twice, I think, and Carter once. We were surprised to see each other every time but none of us had much to say. We ate together, wished each other the best, and went our separate ways. And here we are today. Well, except a few of us, right? Dr. Caballero: You mean the terminated instances? SCP-5700-4: That’s one way to phrase it. Carter, Peter, and Eric all lived full lives, either way. Dr. Caballero: We’ve never confronted SCP-5700-7 before, actually. SCP-5700-4: I would think so. You see, doctor, Eric was different from the rest of us. While the rest of us never aged, or at least at a negligible rate, Eric was just as mortal as all the men we fought. I know for a fact that he and Harry were inseparable, and since I don’t remember seeing him with Harry either time I ran into him, I have to assume the worst for him, I'm afraid. Dr. Caballero: So SCP-5700-7 was mortal? Interesting. SCP-5700-4: (Shrugs.) All men die. Mankind is only allotted so much time on this Earth, after all, and Eric used up all of his a long time ago. Dr. Caballero: (Finishing writing on his clipboard.) Well, anything else you’d like to add? SCP-5700-4: Harry’s still out there, isn't he? (Dr. Caballero pauses for a moment, contemplating whether to share the information of SCP-5700-1's containment status.) Dr. Caballero: That is correct, SCP-5700-1 is still uncontained but alive. SCP-5700-4: (Exhales deeply and nods.) In that case I would ask to speak with him if he does eventually come into your custody. Dr. Caballero: I’ll see if I can arrange a meeting when the time comes. SCP-5700-4: Thank you. Dr. Caballero: Okay, I’ve put you through a lot today, haven’t I? In that case we can just cover the specifics of SCP-5700 later if that’s alright with you. SCP-5700-4: That would be great. I appreciate your understanding. (Dr. Caballero rises to leave and gestures for a guard to come escort SCP-5700-4 back to his room.) Dr. Caballero: Great. Thank you for your time. SCP-5700-4: Don’t mention it. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, doctor. (Dr. Caballero nods and returns to his office, and SCP-5700-4 leaves the room to be escorted back to his quarters. As he exits the room, SCP-5700-4 can barely be heard mumbling something about SCP-5700-1 as he steps into the hall.) [END LOG] Incident/Interview 5700.1A.: On 12/24/2009 SCP-5700-1 was encountered in Fort Collins, Colorado by an off-duty researcher who saw and recognized the subject at a Christmas Eve church service. The researcher, Researcher Graham, contacted his superiors and attempted to stall while MTF Epsilon-06 prepared to engage. Graham recorded the conversation using a discreet camera built into his glasses. During a sweep of the area following the taskforce's arrival, Graham was found to be missing. His recording glasses were discovered broken on the ground just within the tree line of a nearby forest. The following is a transcript of the video file extracted from the device. _ + Access fileserv:/S:/5700/interview-A1/transc2.log:- Collapse Video Log Transcript Interview/Interview 01 Video Log Date: 12/24/2009 Interviewer: SCP-GD Analyst Samuel Graham Interviewee: SCP-5700-1 [BEGIN LOG] (Graham’s reflection can be seen in a bathroom mirror as the video begins. He fiddles with his glasses for a moment before realizing his camera is recording. His posture straightens as he speaks to the camera’s reflection.) Graham: Alright, so I have encountered SCP-5700-1 here in, uh, Fort Collins, Colorado. I’ve alerted Epsilon ‘o six, and they are currently en route. I am going to attempt to stall the subject until their arrival. (Graham pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, swallows, and exits the bathroom. A small lobby area can now be seen: several churchgoers are milling about, and SCP-5700-1 can be seen at the far end of the room near the door to the main chapel. Graham briefly makes small talk with some of the other people as he makes his way towards SCP-5700-1, who glances up from a small beverage as he approaches.) Graham: Um, hi, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I’m Sam. (Graham’s hand enters the frame as he offers a handshake.) (SCP-5700-1 eyes Graham hesitantly before shaking his hand and nodding politely.) SCP-5700-1: Harry. Graham: A pleasure. Did you enjoy the service? SCP-5700-1: Yes, it was very nice. I liked the part with, uh, Jesus. Graham: (Chuckles.) I would hope so. So, are you here with anyone else tonight? (SCP-5700-1’s eyes flicker to another beverage cup on the table next to him and shuffles his feet.) SCP-5700-1: No, just me tonight. Graham: Ah. Well, we’re having a post-service party in a little bit, do you have any family you’d like to bring to that? SCP-5700-1: No, they’re all, um, gone. Graham: Oh, I’m… so sorry. SCP-5700-1: (Pauses and stares off at something before shaking his head.) It’s fine. Time heals all wounds, right? Graham: (Patting SCP-5700-1 on the shoulder.) Time and a little bit of whiskey, my friend. Trust me, I’ve been there. SCP-5700-1: (Chuckles.) Know any good pubs around here? Graham: One or two come to mind. (SCP-5700-1 sighs and places his beverage next to the cup on the table.) SCP-5700-1: If you’re payin’… (Shrugs.) Why not? (Graham and SCP-5700-1 leave the church and walk for a few minutes before reaching a local pub. They enter, seat themselves at the bar and order some food and drinks. By the time SCP-5700-1 has had a few drinks, he appears more relaxed and noticeably inebriated. He doesn't seem to notice his food arriving.) Graham: So, you mentioned earlier about your family. Mind talking about it? Those kinds of things weigh on your heart. SCP-5700-1: (Sighs and nods.) Yeah. We used to be great, the seven of us. Jumping from fight to fight, like nothin’ anyone’d ever seen. We were unstoppable. (He pauses to take another sip of his drink. He notices his food and picks a fry off of his plate and pops it in his mouth; a third of the burger has already been eaten.) Graham: Military, then. Which war was this? SCP-5700-1: (Swallows.) None you’d ever heard of, this was before your time. Graham: If you say so. (Graham reaches around SCP-5700-1 and takes a few fries from the plate. Half of SCP-5700-1’s burger has now been eaten.) SCP-5700-1: But the first of us to… (He falls silent for a few moments before continuing.) …Nah. (SCP-5700-1 lurches forward as though having been struck from behind. He swings around with a backhand but restrains himself as he turns to reveal and empty seat beside him. SCP-5700-1 mumbles something and turns back towards Graham.) SCP-5700-1: Nah. That’s what we called her at least. I always just called her “kid.” Graham: How old? SCP-5700-1: Couldn’t have been older than eleven or twelve when it happened. God, I remember it like it was yesterday. We were down by the Upper Basin. Hotah and her had just left to gather wood a few minutes earlier when we hear a gunshot and a crash of glass. Carter, Eric, and I ran up the hill to see what had happened. A stranger, well, what was left of him was lying mangled under a huge pile of crystal leaves and branches; Hotah must have turned the tree into… gah. Bastard's rifle was still smoking when we ran in. (He takes another large sip; he calls over the bartender who comes by and refills the drink.) Hotah was holding Nah when we finally got up to the clearing. God, there was so much blood. One large gunshot, right in her stomach. Goddammit, I can still remember her face, the fear, the… (He trails off and is silent for a few moments. He sighs deeply, takes another sip, and snaps a brief profanity at the empty seat next to him.) Graham: I don’t want to put you through this again if it’s too painful to— SCP-5700-1: No, I’m alright, it’s just… I can understand why the bastard would have gone after Hotah, but a fucking child? (He sighs.) This was exactly what I was trying to prevent in the first place, and still it all came back to bite me in the ass anyway. (Graham takes a sip of his drink but remains silent. SCP-5700-1 slides his plate in front of him and begins picking through the fries. He scans the counter briefly.) SCP-5700-1: Didn’t I get a burger? Graham: Didn’t you eat it? (SCP-5700-1 pauses in thought for a second before shaking his head.) SCP-5700-1: We buried her there that evening. Everyone was… broken. We wept. Hotah just sat next to the grave, blank-faced; the poor guy just didn’t know what to do. By dusk we finally started heading back to camp. I hung back with Hotah for a little bit. That’s when we noticed water coming out of the ground. I had to pull Hotah away from the grave as the flow grew, he kept insisting she was somehow still alive, that we had just buried her too quickly. That boiling water of hers came blasting out, hot enough to warm you to the bone from ten feet away. Within minutes there was a brand-spanking-new hot spring where there had been glass and blood just a few minutes ago. Graham: That’s… odd. (SCP-5700-1 chuckles heartily; he is now clearly drunk and slurs his words as he speaks.) SCP-5700-1: I thought so too until I saw that bright light streaming out of it and ta-da! Who is it? (He pauses and looks towards Graham as though expecting an answer.) Graham: Was it, uh, Na— SCP-5700-1: Nope, it’s that water bitch from eight fucking years ago. Starts blabbin’ about how Nah “wasn’t dead or alive” and still she had to “defeat the depths” or some bullsh— Graham: (Interrupting.) Harry, tone it down a little, people are starting to stare. (SCP-5700-1 quiets down, his voice sinking to a mutter. The bartender comes by, eyes him, then refills his glass with water. SCP-5700-1 drinks a little and sighs.) SCP-5700-1: Sorry, there's a lot to unpack there. I never should have dredged all that up. Graham: Sorry to put you through that. SCP-5700-1: No one's fault but mine. I think I’ve had my fill of storytelling for tonight. Might be time to part ways. Graham: I'm not letting you off on your own looking like this, I can help you home. Where are you staying? (Graham’s phone buzzes with a text. He takes it out, and the leader of MTF Epsilon-06 operations contact can be seen on the screen.) Graham: Okay, hold that thought, Harry. I gotta take this, can you just give me one sec? (SCP-5700-1 nods and leans back, and mumbles something. Graham steps outside into a snowy parking lot and dials the contact.) Graham: Hello? Epsilon-06-A: Graham? We’re almost there, how are you holding up? Graham: I’m fine, Har— uh, 'dash one' is in the pub at my location. I got him a little drunk, so there’ll be no need for lethal force, just some amnestics for the locals. Epsilon-06-A: You what? Excellent job, kid. (He barks some commands to someone off-mic.) Alright, we’ll be there any minute now, just keep him busy for a little bit longer. Got it? Graham: Alright, but there's no telling how fast he'll sober up, being anomalous and all. (Pauses.) Don't be too rough with him if you can help it. Like I said, you won't need leth— Epsilon-06-A: Careful, Graham. I shouldn't have to tell you that sentiment can kill as easily as a gun in our line of work. As far as we need be concerned, that thing isn't a person. It's an anomaly. Simple as. Graham: R-right, sorry. See you soon. (Graham pockets his phone and turns back towards the pub. SCP-5700-1 is leaning against the building, staring at Graham. He shakes his head and stands up straight.) SCP-5700-1: I should'a known when I first saw you. I could feel your heart rate going wild, I thought, “Wait, what if this guy’s one of them?” Graham: Harry, please, I— SCP-5700-1: I mean, to be fair, you were nice enough to make me doubt that. (He chuckles.) In fact, I might be drunk, but I thought your heart was racing because you were into me or something. Graham: I don't want this any more than you do, Harry. SCP-5700-1: Oh, look who’s talkin’! You couldn’t just let a couple of old men have their rest, could you? Graham: I don’t like it either, but you’re anomalous, they won’t let you. SCP-5700-1: Oh, because I can feel electricity more than your average Joe, I just have to be locked away forever, is that it? Graham: (Pauses.) I mean, you're also kind of an immortal ecoterrorist. SCP-5700-1: That's aside the point. (SCP-5700-1 straightens up and looks around, then back at Graham.) SCP-5700-1: We're done here, I can feel your dogs closing in. (SCP-5700-1 turns to run but pauses. After a moment, he turns back towards Graham, a tired smile on his face.) You're a good kid. Don't let them take that from you. (He tips his head slightly forward.) Merry Christmas, Sam. (SCP-5700-1 appears to reach for something besides him and vanishes. Graham scans the parking lot confusedly; Epsilon-06 vehicles finally arrive, and agents begin to unload. Epsilon-06-A approaches Graham.) Epsilon-06-A: (To the other agents.) I want a full sweep of this place. Migs, prep some gen-retro for the civis. (Turning to Graham) Graham, which way’d he go. Graham: (Looking around confusedly.) I… wait, he was right here. Epsilon-06-A: Yes, but where is he now? Graham: (Clutches his head.) Gah, what the hell? He was here and then… Epsilon-06-A: (Rolls his eyes and shakes his head.) Oh well, good enough job getting us the heads up, he couldn’t have gotten very far, especially loaded up on booze like that. Graham: Y-yea. What can I do to help? Epsilon-06-A: (Pulls a small handgun from his belt and handing it handle-first to Graham.) We’re not letting this bastard slip away again. I expect you won't either. (06-A cranes his head down towards Graham, locking eyes with him.) Do what you know you have to do. (Graham nods and departs in the direction of a nearby line of trees. A full moon illuminates the area brightly. As he approaches, two sets of footprints become apparent in the snow, one of them made by long, dragging steps. Graham draws his weapon and follows the footprints further, passing the tree line. In the distance, a flicker of movement dances on the edge of the camera and Graham turns to face it: in the distance a flickering figure can be seen hobbling through the snow, continuing the trail Graham was already following.) (Graham raises his gun, braces himself, and fires off three shots. Upon the third shot, the figure solidifies, stumbles, and falls over. Graham runs over towards the subject but slows as he grows closer. SCP-5700-1 can be seen getting up from the ground, apparently unharmed, and now pulling a second man along with him, clutching a fresh gunshot wound to his shoulder. As Graham draws closer, the man slows to a stop and looks back at him. The man is aged, but unknown digital distortion prevents detailed rendering of his face. SCP-5700-1 is now stopped as well and raises his hands slowly.) (The man slowly shakes his head.) SCP-5700-1: Please. (Graham is silent, his gun trained shakily on the two figures before him. Graham’s voice is shaky as he speaks.) Graham: I don't want to do this any more than you do, Harry. Just come quietly and we can sort this all out at Site-17. Hotah would be thrilled to see you! SCP-5700-1: You don't have to do this, Sam. There's something, a kindness in you, that doesn't belong with those people. Graham: (Shakes his head frantically, his voice breaks.) They're all I have. SCP-5700-1: What have they given you? Let me guess, a tiny apartment? Lies of a promotion? Mindless paperwork to keep you tucked away in your cubicle? Or false hope that it'll all change for the better someday? That's not a life or whatever you want to call it, that's Stockholm Syndrome. Graham: That's not… it's different than that! SCP-5700-1: We both know that's not true. Your kindness was enough to make me of all people question whose side you were on. They're not working with you, Sam, they're using you. (Graham attempts to stutter a refutation for a few seconds before falling silent, his gun still trained on the two figures.) Graham: (Laughs nervously.) Look at me, hunting down a couple of tired old men like animals. God, and you're far from the only ones. There are others with much more mild abilities than you out there that are being locked away for simply existing. And you're right! It isn't fair, none of it is fucking fair, but… (Graham is silent for a moment before grunting loudly in frustration and lowering his weapon. He looks down at the gun in his hands before looking back up to the men.) Graham: I don't want to do this. I got drafted into this whole shitshow over a stupid research paper I published in college, I never signed up for this. If I let you go there'll be consequences. I could lose my job, my home, my… SCP-5700-1: You don't owe them anything, Sam. (Graham wipes his eyes and sighs shakily.) Graham: I read your file. A man, no, a whole group of men that willingly threw away everything to try and stop crude injustice and right their own wrongs. You fought back because you knew you couldn’t bear to sit through any more of the carnage you saw every day, all while knowing good and well that you could never actually win. Now tell me, not as SCP-5700-1, but as the man who made a choice all those years ago, was it truly all worth it? (Everyone is silent for seven seconds.) SCP-5700-1: (Nods slowly.) Every last second. (He sighs and smiles.) So says I. (Graham throws his glasses to the ground and stomps down on them, shattering the camera lens and severely damaging the recording apparatus. As the video fades, Graham can be seen embracing the men and following them along into the snowy woods.) [END LOG] Note: Epsilon-06 was unable to locate Researcher Graham, SCP-5700-1, or the unknown man the night of the recording; the search for the three subjects is still underway. Graham has been discharged of all Foundation association and is considered an enemy of the Foundation at this time. Investigations into the identity and abilities of the unknown man traveling with SCP-5700-1 are ongoing as well. _ Notice: Someone else is currently editing this document, click here to intercept their editing lock.- Daⱦabase ℰrror Detecteđ Error ℥O21 - Usℯr Not F0unD Your station has been flagged for invalid database access. Please log out, sh∪t dowᴎ yo∪r console, aກd ₡onsid℮r tħe ⍺ໂterᶰa♰ΐve. . . . . . . _ ◈◇ ₣o∪ndatίon, You have taken it upon yourself to shield our world from the inexplicable, regardless of the costs, and for that I must commend your dedication, but even your eternal duties can have their limits— not everything, not everyone need be locked away. When the seven of us set out all those years ago to defend an ancient land from the “good guys" as history would come to call them, we knew it would not be an easy task, and in the end we did fail. We scattered off to who knows where to do who knows what, never staying in the same place for too long. Be it angry townsfolk accusing you of demonic possession, or even the earliest shell of what would become your Foundation, nowhere was truly safe for very long. I have no doubt that at least some of your number know what it's like to live on the run, to be unable to settle down, with even a moment's rest meaning the danger nipping at your heels catches up and ends it all. We've lived like this for over a century, and it's just tiresome. So, Foundation, I say this to the side of you that is human, the side that looks into the eyes of the people that you lock away, and knows, at least regretfully, that there is a soul behind some of those eyes that wishes for nothing more than to be left alone. Truly I ask you, what harm is there in letting these tired men rest? Do not let these mysteries and old men of ages past concern you anymore. For all of our sakes, let the past die quietly. So, says I. — Eric Footnotes 1. Roughly equivalent to $95 million USD today. 2. A Sioux name meaning “secret.” 3. A Sioux name meaning “gray.” 4. Later analysis of the knife found it to be nearly a century old and having likely originated from the Sioux tribe of Native Americans. 5. Following the Neutralization of SCP-1422, this has been determined to be a reference to Lake Shoshone in Yellowstone National Park 6. Note that this interview was conducted prior to 7/9/2007. 7. Chief Joseph was a ruling member of the Wallowa band of the Nez Perce tribe during the Nez Perce War in the 1870s. 8. An antique name for the Tukudeka people, a band of the Shoshone tribe originating from the tribe’s high proficiency in Rocky Mountain Sheep hunting. |
SCP-5701 | safe | Item#: 5701 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo A photo of SCP-5701 after recovery. Item #: SCP-5701 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5701 is stored in a standard containment locker at Storage Site 23. All (authorized) SCP-5701-# instances are held in the neighboring filing cabinet. PoI-5701-3's confiscated anartist tools are held in Research Site 174. After Ethics Committee Ruling ECR-9502-5701, all remaining SCP-5701-# instances containing Foundation staff members as subjects have been incinerated and testing with SCP-5701 has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-5701 is superficially similar to a Polaroid™ Sun 600 LMS instant camera built by Matthew Tebbe (PoI-5701-3). SCP-5701 functions in the exact same manner as other identical models, except for the fact that it prints SCP-5701-# instances instead of normal photos. SCP-5701-# are photographs created by SCP-5701. If a human subject is photographed by SCP-5701, the next time the subject performs an action they regret or consider to be a mistake, or shows regret about a previous action of the same nature, the SCP-5701-# instance in which they were photographed will be altered to depict the subject performing that action. Additional details of this phenomenon can be seen below: + Show Advanced SCP-5701-# Description - Hide Advanced SCP-5701-# Description If multiple SCP-5701-# instances are taken of a subject and said instances are activated, only the earliest created SCP-5701-# instance will be affected. The other instance(s) will then be activated by other incidents in the future as normal. If there are multiple subjects photographed within a single SCP-5701-# instance, the first one to trigger the effect edits the SCP-5701-# instance as normal. The other subject(s) is/are ignored. + Show 5701 Experiment Logs: Level 1 - Hide 5701 Experiment Logs: Level 1 Test A - Date 3-17-2005 Foreword: The function of SCP-5701 had already been crudely depicted by PoI-5701-1. The following tests were made to confirm his description. Subject: D-5152 Procedure: Junior Researcher Mason was ordered to use SCP-5701 to create an SCP-5701-# instance with D-5152 as the subject, then shake D-5152's hand with a joybuzzer (the "mistake"). Results: SCP-5701 printed SCP-5701-1. D-5152 initially showed hostility toward J. R. Mason, but calmed down after being informed of SCP-5701-1, which depicted D-5152 recoiling from J. R. Mason's joybuzzer. Analysis: After additional tests redacted for brevity, PoI-5701-1's description of SCP-5701 was confirmed to be accurate. Testing with staff subjects has been approved. Test B - Date 3-19-2005 Foreword: Subject had been registered for testing to train anomalous object handling in the event of an emergency. After all official paperwork had been filled out, testing was approved. Subject: Kyle Hart, Site 23 Custodian Procedure: Kyle Hart was ordered to use SCP-5701 to generate an SCP-5701-# instance of himself. Results: The next day, SCP-5701-11 had been observed to now depict Kyle walking away from Site 23. His keychain was noticeably missing. Analysis: When asked about the contents of SCP-5701-11, Kyle confessed that after realizing he had forgotten his keys at home, he decided to return home without cleaning his section of the Site. He was later reprimanded for his actions. Test C - Date 3-20-2005 Foreword: Testing was requested by Senior Researcher Lance for Dr. Hedrick as part of his mandatory Clearance Level 2 Training, and later approved due to the (initially presumed) harmlessness of SCP-5701. Subject: Dr. Hedrick Procedure: S.R. Lance used SCP-5701 to create SCP-5701-13 with Dr. Hedrick as the subject. Senior Researcher Lance was then asked to inform the Site 23 Director as soon as SCP-5701-13 changed. Results: Two hours after testing, SCP-5701-13 changed to depict Dr. Hedrick falling down a flight of stairs between floors 2 and 3 of Site 23. Dr. Albro was also depicted in the picture with an expression of surprise on her face, being the first instance of a non-subject person appearing in an SCP-5701-# instance. Analysis: When asked about Dr. Albro and her possible involvement with SCP-5701-13, Dr. Hedrick attempted to cite "that feeling of defeat when you [EXPLETIVE] up while someone that you're fond of was watching." + Show 5701 Experiment Logs: Level 2. PLEASE INPUT LEVEL 2 CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS RESTRICTED DATA. - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED. Hide 5701 Experiment Logs: Level 2 Test D - Date 3-19-2005 Foreword: Dr. Marley was asked in advance if he would be willing to comply with testing, which he later agreed to after being informed of its presumed harmlessness. Subject: Dr. Marley Procedure: Dr. Marley was asked to use SCP-5701 to generate an SCP-5701-# instance of himself. Results: 21 days later, SCP-5701-12 instance depicted a scene of Dr. Marley performing a heart surgery on an unidentifiable patient later confirmed as ██████████. Dr. Myers was visible in the background of the scene. Dr. Marley had an expression commonly associated with shock on his face, and his scalpel was freefalling above said patient. When asked about the contents of SCP-5701-12, Dr. Marley confessed that after the event depicted, his scalpel sliced an artery in the patient, leading to significant blood loss, which put the patient in a critical condition for approximately seven minutes. Dr. Marley and his assistant were demoted to Junior Medical staff. Analysis: N/A Notes: "You damn sons-of-guns lied to me. You told me that this camera wouldn't even hurt me. Well, then it goes on to hurt, if not shred apart, my career. Next thing you know, the whole God-forsaken Foundation's getting spied on. Stop doing this to people. Now." - Dr. Marley, 3-31-2005, from an interview on the same day as his confrontation. Test E - Date 3-31-2005 Foreword: MTFU Epsilon-11-59 was asked in advance if he would be willing to comply with testing, which he later agreed to after being informed of its "known" harmlessness. Subject: Mobile Task Force Unit Epsilon-11-59 Procedure: MTFU Epsilon-11-59 was asked to use SCP-5701 to generate an SCP-5701-# instance of himself. Results: Ten seconds later (setting the record for least time between SCP-5701-# creation and activation), SCP-5701-16 instance depicted the subject firing his standard issue pistol at MTFU Epsilon-11-57, who was KIA on "RCM (Re-Containment Mission) #462: 6-9-1992." When asked about it, MTFU Epsilon-11-59 initially denied the incident, but later admitted that he committed fratricide during the mission for fear that MTFU Epsilon-11-57 was infected with SCP-008, then convinced Overwatch to expunge the incident after a diagnostic confirmed that MTFU Epsilon-11-57 was perfectly healthy. At this point in the interview, MTFU Epsilon-11-59 then had an emotional breakdown, and was unable to continue with questioning. MTFU Epsilon-11-59 was granted amnesty due to the fact that his actions were required by emergency protocols pertaining to anomalous diseases. Analysis: N/A Notes: "It's clear that, after test logs D and E, testing needs to be ceased immediately and permanently. Due to the risk of Site Directors using SCP-5701 for excessive surveillance, or worse yet, blackmail, as well as the emotional damage that subjects consistently receive after being confronted by information from their respective SCP-5701-# instance, we, the Ethics Committee as a whole, unanimously vote to indefinitely suspend testing with SCP-5701, as well as incinerate any SCP-5701-# instances involving Foundation staff members. I also, as a personal request, ask that any staff member not confront any of these individuals with any of the information in any of the testing logs. We may have allowed worse things, but no more testing is needed, and it clearly causes a level of emotional damage to the subjects, so we are willing to suspend it. We do what we can because we must." - Gina Reagan, Speaker for the Ethics Committee, 4-2-2005 + PLEASE INPUT LEVEL 3 CREDENTIALS TO ACCESS CONFIDENTIAL DATA. - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED. Hide 5701 Recovery and Interview Logs Recovery Report RR-5701: Personnel Involved: MTFU Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" -13, -30, -31, -32, -33, -34, -35, -36, -37, Dr. Mason, and Dr. Dawkins <Begin Log.> *2-12-2005, 7:58*: Luke Spencer (PoI-5701-1) contacted a Foundation shell company disguised as a therapist office for therapy sessions and was later given an appointment at 2-19-2005, 10:00 with MTFU Epsilon-6-13. *2-19-2005, 10:00*: PoI-5701-1 arrives on time for his appointment.1 Possessions included $90 cash to pay for the therapy session, a map of the local area, and a phone. *10:02*: PoI-5701-1 begins his appointment and soon informs MTFU Epsilon-6-13 of SCP-5701 and Conner Miller (PoI-5701-2). See below for full interview: Interviewed: PoI-5701-1 Interviewer: MTFU Epsilon-6-13 Foreword: Confirmed existence of SCP-5701 and PoI-5701-2. <Begin Sub-log.> MTFU Epsilon-6-13: So, what's been on your mind? PoI-5701-1: It's a school bully, but… well, he's more than that. Like, a lot more. Almost freaking psychic. Basically… look, I don't know how to describe it, but he's… he's breaking physics, if you know what I mean. He's not normal. And he's hurt everyone else I've gotten help from, too. Just to ruin everything for me. For no reason… please help… MTFU Epsilon-6-13: I'm hoping I understand. Go on. PoI-5701-1: So here's the thing: he's somehow getting these really personal photos of me and posting them on the school billboard. They're always me making some really stupid mistakes, like forgetting a backpack or something else like that. Now here's the part where it gets really crazy: half of them are literally impossible! Like, I'm home alone, I drop and break a dish, and he has a photo of me right inside the same room! It's just… he's… look, does any of this sound easy to you? MTFU Epsilon-6-13 briefly pauses. MTFU Epsilon-6-13: Well, let's see what I can do to help… MTFU Epsilon-6-13 begins Anomaly Report note. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY. RESUME 40 MINUTES LATER.] MTFU Epsilon-6-13: And by the way, you said it was a camera, not the kid? PoI-5701-1: I think so. He takes these photos of me, and the next time I do something embarrassing, he already has a photo of it. I have no idea how it's happening, but I just know he's got something up his sleeve. MTFU Epsilon-6-13: Thank you for your time. Do you think you can call your parents? PoI-5701-1: I… Look, can we… Just… Remember what I said about "hurting everyone else that's helped?" Please don't get them into this. MTFU Epsilon-6-13: They won't be involved with him. They'll be fine. PoI-5701-1 considers for a while, then replies: PoI-5701-1: Fine. I'll call them. MTFU Epsilon-6-13: Thank you. PoI-5701-1 leaves the room to contact his parents. MTFU Epsilon-6-13 uses his emergency Foundation contact and requests help with the following: MTFU Epsilon-6-13: We have a safe-vlam-notice anomaly, believed to be a Polaroid™ instant camera. Medium public exposure. Location: [REDACTED]. Do you think you can help? <End Sub-log.> Closing Statement: When informed that his parents would need to be notified before he could be moved into Foundation custody "for more extensive therapy sessions,"2 PoI-5701-1 eventually used his phone to inform his parents of the appointment. They eventually drove over to the office and approved transfer seven minutes after arrival. *2-20-2005, 9:01*: MTFU Epsilon-6-30 contacted [REDACTED] High School in person. "Apparently PoI-5701-1 managed to blackmail every single teacher in the school with SCP-5701, so we'll have to 'correct' him for everyone. We might be able to keep others safe from this megalomaniac if we do it right." - MTFU Epsilon-6-30. *11:11*: PoI-5701-2 was put under Foundation custody with minimal suspicion by MTFU Ɛ-6-30, -31, -32, -33, -34, -35, -36, and -37. The following interview was conducted at Protected Site 67: Interviewed: PoI-5701-2 Interviewer: Dr. Mason Foreword: Confirmed existence of SCP-5701-X#3 and PoI-5701-3. <Begin Sub-log, 2-21-2005, 8:00> PoI-5701-2: I'm just gonna say it: I've gotten every single teacher's darkest secret, and you just let everyone in the world see them. Poor choice. Dr. Mason: We confiscated those photos. PoI-5701-2 briefly pauses, then mutters to himself: PoI-5701-2: Well, there went my only backup. Dr. Mason: That is true. So, knowing you will have to work with us, who will do whatever it takes to know what's going on, what happened? PoI-5701-2 hesitates. Dr. Mason: You heard us. PoI-5701-2: Fine! I bullied someone with a camera! Is that enough? Just let me go! Dr. Mason: You knew what the camera could do, right? PoI-5701-2: Yeah, take pictures, duh. Dr. Mason: You know what we meant. PoI-5701-2: Fine! It changes photos so that it shows people messing things up. Is that enough? Dr. Mason: Where did you get it from? PoI-5701-2: I'll never tell you. Dr. Mason stands up from his chair, abruptly leans toward PoI-5701-2, and slams his fist onto the table. PoI-5701-2: It was a friend! What do you want? Dr. Mason returns to his chair. Dr. Mason: Well, thank you for finally answering. Could you tell us more about him? PoI-5701-2: His name is Matthew, only one at my school, same grade as me… is that enough? Dr. Mason: Thanks. Do you happen to know why he gave you that camera? PoI-5701-2 briefly pauses. PoI-5701-2: This'll take a while. PoI-5701-2: So you know about Luke, the kid that snitched on me? Well, he'd actually been bullying me like he would anyone else. Now, one day I say enough's enough, and ask my bud for some help. Get some sweet revenge. So he asks how I wanna get it; I tell him "the same way I got it." PoI-5701-2: So he goes home, and a few days later he has this weird camera I've never seen before. He tells me it's an 'instant camera,' shows me how it works, and then gets to the good part: turning into mistakes. He also tells me to be nice with that camera, like that wasn't even the point of all this- Dr. Mason: I'm sorry for interrupting, but what did he say exactly? PoI-5701-2: "So you're gonna use this camera, post the pictures, have your laughs, get him off your back, and then you'll leave him and the camera alone." PoI-5701-2: Pffft, like that'll stop him! I needed to make sure he would never do it again. So that's what I did. The teachers found out soon that it was me, of course. I just had to keep them quiet with good ol' blackmail. That was easier than I would've guessed, actually. PoI-5701-2: So anyway, my friend started freaking out a little later, so I just did the same to him. Yes, it wasn't nice, but I stayed out of trouble, so… PoI-5701-2: Of course, Luke could've asked for help whenever, but I just had to keep doing what I had been doing and he kept quiet. I could've kept on doing that maybe endlessly. PoI-5701-2: Then you guys showed up and undid the whole thing! You've just doomed me into letting him get back! What now? Dr. Mason: We can handle that. Just keep with us and you will be okay. <End Sub-log, 8:17> Closing Statement: PoI-5701-2 was kept in Foundation custody, while PoI-5701-3 was brought into Foundation custody under PoI-5701-2's "behavior correction" cover story. Interviewed: PoI-5701-3 Interviewer: Dr. Dawkins Foreword: Confirmed PoI-5701-3's relations with GoI "Are We Cool Yet?", PoI-5701-3's anartist tools and supplies, and the existence of an additional SCP-5701-X# <Begin Sub-log, 2-22-2005, 8:00> Dr. Dawkins: So, before we begin- PoI-5701-3: Get that camera out of that demon's hands now. Dr. Dawkins briefly pauses. Dr. Dawkins: We've already done that. So, getting back on- PoI-5701-3: And he won't get it back after this, right? Dr. Dawkins: Will you please stop interrupting? Of course he won't, he's been hugely irresponsible with it. PoI-5701-3: That's all I needed to hear. Thanks. So, how can I help? Dr. Dawkins: Well, first, how did you find that camera? PoI-5701-3: I didn't find it; I built it. You see, you won't be familiar with it, but I'm part of this group known as "A.W.C.Y.", which stands for… Dr. Dawkins: "Are We Cool Yet." Interesting. PoI-5701-3: Yeah! Tha… how did you know what that means? Dr. Dawkins: Let's just say that's my job. PoI-5701-3 briefly pauses. PoI-5701-3: Okay… Dr. Dawkins: So, how exactly did you build it? PoI-5701-3: I honestly have no idea. I just build it and it just works. I mean, I know I'll need a normal camera, some other things, and some tools, but not like, 'so then I put this and this together so that they do this.' Dr. Dawkins: All right. So, why did you just give it to your friend? Did you know what it could do? PoI-5701-3: I trusted him. I trusted him and he went crazy and if it weren't for you guys, the whole world would be toast. Dr. Dawkins: We're told that a lot. Thank you for your time. <End Sub-log, 8:17> Closing Statement: Before Dr. Dawkins left the interview room, PoI-5701-3 said the following: "And by the way, in case you're curious, when he put me under blackmail, my photo didn't even have to change. It just printed as me building that God-forsaken camera. Because I regret it. I regret it and all the harm that I've caused and all the people that got hurt by him and everything… you guys sound like some global secret ops people. Do you guys do anything like, wipe memories if needed? Or at least something to clean up this mess, because I'd appreciate it." *2-23-2005, 10:00*: Additional interviews were conducted with PoI-5701-3 for possible leads about GoI "Are We Cool Yet?", but did not yield any significant information. *2-25-2005, 4:23*: All PoI's and persons in the nearby area were administered Class A amnestics, except for PoI-5701-3, who was administered Class C amnestics. PoI-5701-3's anartist tools/ supplies were confiscated as well. <Mission accomplished. End Log.> Footnotes 1. PoI-5701-1 did not use a vehicle, and later admitted that he did not inform his parents of his appointment. 2. Unlike most cover stories, said therapy sessions were actually administered. 3. SCP-5701-X# refers to any SCP-5701-# instances with a connection to Recovery Report RR-5701. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5701" by BoomerTheStar47_2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5701. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-5701 Name: Polaroid Sun 600 LMS instant camera.jpg Author: Jonathan Mauer License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5702 | euclid | The logo on the front page of SCP-5702 Item #: SCP-5702 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5702's domain is to be blocked from all major internet service providers through Foundation agents in various world governments. Access to the website is to be granted to Level 2 and higher personnel for testing purposes. The Ethics Committee has approved a small fund of approximately 8,000 USD for testing with SCP-5702. Once this fund is depleted, it may only be refilled upon consultation with the Ethics Committee and the researcher in charge of SCP-5702, as all testing inherently funds GoI-1900. Save for specially supervised tests with D-Class, all generated films must contain at least one real film industry entity. Description: SCP-5702 is an anomalous streaming service located at 'www.wikiflick.███' and operated by GoI-1900 ("Red Deal Pictures Distribution"). SCP-5702 generates previously nonexistent films for screening, through unknown means, based on user-inputted data for a film they would like to see. SCP-5702 is not subscription-based; instead, a user pays a fixed price of 14 USD for each individual film upon visiting the site. Once the user pays they are directed to a page containing the following: A window containing an editable mockup of a Wikipedia page for a film. All data in the header and infobox are replaced with text input windows, including title, year of release, country of origin, genre(s), director(s), screenwriter(s), and up to nine primary actors. If a user chooses, they can also input producers, composers, editors, cinematographers, and production companies in the infobox. The text that normally reads "From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia" now reads "From Wikiflick, a bespoke streaming service from Red Deal Pictures." All further subsections of the article, including Plot, Cast, Production, and Reception, are blank but cannot be edited. A red button that reads "Generate Names." This button is greyed out until a title, year of release, director, and genre(s) are inputted. Once these are created, a user can press this button to randomly generate cast and crew that would best fit this title, genre, and release date. This button always generates the names of real film industry entities from around the world, living or dead. A blue button that reads "Generate Film." This button is greyed out until all fields are filled. Once a user presses the blue button and the site loads, a screening window is generated containing the requested film. This film is almost always matching the user’s desired specifications. The film’s length can vary, ranging from 30 seconds to 240 hours, depending on genres inputted, as “short” will create a film under 45 minutes while “epic” will create a film over two hours. Participants in a film almost always match the ones visualized by the subject, even if names are common/match another person, are a non-actor or figure from the user’s life, or completely nonexistent. All films, regardless of inputted companies, are noted as being distributed by Red Deal Pictures Distribution, often in conjunction with another company. Films are always original. Inputting data matching an existing film will generate a similar but distinct project. Likewise, SCP-5702 cannot precisely recreate lost films. For example, inputting data from Satyajit Ray’s unproduced film The Alien, which was intended to be produced in 1967 with Peter Sellers and Marlon Brando, produces a film in Ray’s style starring Sellers and Brando, but one that does not match his existing screenplay. Following the film’s conclusion, it is available to watch for a period of time twice its running time before deleting itself. The user is then returned to the Wikipedia mockup, now with all sections filled in. All cast members are listed, an attempt is made to summarize the film’s plot no matter the content, some behind-the-scenes information is given, and a handful of reviews or academic articles are quoted. These do not always match real-world authors but always real-world publications, usually fitting the project: A big-budget comedy action film is reviewed in major newspapers, a Hungarian experimental short fashion film is discussed in media studies journals and internet publications. The user can choose to save this article to their computer before paying another 14 USD to watch another film. If no persons inputted are film industry professionals, there is a high probability (60-76%) that the film generated will be anomalous in nature, displaying significant detrimental effects on the viewer or containing anomalous imagery. Films generated this way can include blocking and cinematography that does not follow baseline reality, cognitohazards and memetic threats, images and sounds taken from known and unknown alternate planes, or mild reality-warping capabilities. Despite this, users typically still report a high degree of satisfaction and pleasure with the film. The remaining 24-40% of films generated this way are nonanomalous and merely amateurish or of “indie quality.” SCP-5702 was discovered after a thread on Reddit was created about a “website that creates realistic porn of anyone.” Fearing a containment breach of SCP-1004, the thread was investigated, taken down, and SCP-5702 was contained. Addendum: Log of films generated during Testing Phase 2: 14 USD entered for each film, which was recorded with a separate camera. All generated Wikipedia-style articles are archived. All data was inputted under the format "___________ is a ____ ______ ____________ film directed by ______________ and written by _________. It stars ______________, ________________, ________________, ______________, ________________, ________________, ______________, ________________, and ________________." Experiment #: 011 Inputted data: Drainage is a 2020 American horror drama film directed by Peter Farrelly and written by Brian Duffield. It stars Mahershala Ali, Paul Giamatti, and Alfre Woodard. Names Generated: None. Result: The generated movie stars Ali as a black police officer in a small Georgia town investigating a series of lynchings while attempting to repair his relationship with his wife, played by Woodard. The lynchings are connected to a white supremacist cult who sacrifice young black men to a river god. The film reunites Ali with director Farrelly, both worked on the 2019 film Green Book. Researchers described the film as a decent if unmemorable horror film. Quoted reviews from The A.V. Club and The Washington Post note that the tone of the film is a significant departure for Farrelly, but his treatment of race is similar to that of Green Book. The film is described as being based on a true story. Red Deal Pictures is listed as a distributor alongside Universal Pictures. Experiment #: 012 Inputted data: Nightmare in the Heartland is a 1958 American crime film directed by Elia Kazan and written by Budd Schulberg and Daniel Fuchs. It stars Elizabeth Taylor, Jeff Chandler, Jack Palance, Arthur Kennedy, and Jason Robards. Names Generated: Actors. Result: The generated movie is a cross between Kazan's social realist dramas and film noir. Taylor plays a New York socialite trapped in a Nebraska town paralyzed by a labor strike. She is caught between a cowboy-esque labor organizer played by Chandler and a sinister gangster played by Palance. Researchers noted the powerful performance of a young Jason Robards in a supporting role. Quoted reviews include a list from Buzzfeed, ostensibly in memoriam of Taylor upon her 2011 death, that describes this performance as "one of Taylor's best and most underrated of roles." Red Deal Pictures is credited as presenting the film's rerelease. Experiment #: 015 Inputted data: Danser avec mon bébé is a 1966 French comedy-drama film directed by Jean-Luc Godard and written by Godard. It stars Mireille Darc, Juliet Berto, Philippe Noiret, and Jennifer Lopez. Notes: Lopez was chosen to test SCP-5702's capability to handle anachronism. Names Generated: None. Result: The generated movie stars Darc and Berto as a mother and daughter who, without knowing, live in the same attic crawlspace as they attempt to organize rival Socialist political movements. The film is a surrealist comedy surrounding the situation. Lopez portrays herself as an American movie star filming near Darc and Berto's house, with Liam Neeson portraying the film director. Godard frequently interrupts their scenes with title cards that read "TEMPS EST IRRÉLEVANT" or "Time Is Irrelevant." Lopez and Neeson appear identical to how they did in 1998 but are dubbed into French by unknown actors. The production section notes that Godard and Lopez did not get along. Researchers reported enjoying the film tremendously and quoted reviews describe it as an unknown pleasure of Godard's, featuring the "stunning discovery" of Lopez. Red Deal Pictures is credited as a co-producer. Experiment #: 016 Inputted data: DaBaby - GIVE IT is a 2019 American short music video film directed by Colin Tilley. It stars DaBaby, Ty Dolla Sign, Megan Thee Stallion, and Jimmy Stewart. Notes: Stewart was chosen to test SCP-5702's capability to handle anachronism in the other direction. Names Generated: None. Result: The generated music video has a loose plot concerning DaBaby falling over a railing at a lavish Hollywood Hills party. Stewart is depicted in a brief cameo being twerked on by a scantily dressed model, sputtering incoherently but smiling to himself. At another point in the video, Megan Thee Stallion stabs him in the gut with a stiletto heel and he collapses. Stewart appears identical to how he did in 1946. Researchers reported enjoying the music video immensely. Quoted reviews include a news report from Vulture Magazine calling the song a "hilarious bop" with a "time-bending music video." Red Deal Pictures is the production company. Experiment #: 017 Inputted data: Bad Boy Soldiers is a 2017 satirical comedy war film directed by Eva Cszkiearas. Notes: Personnel designed the fictitious filmmaker Cszkiearas as a feminist director of Polish and Finnish descent, known for making complex and brutal satires of Eastern European politics, but did not inform the researcher performing the test of this invented background. Names Generated: Writer(s), actors, country of origin. Result: The generated movie is a straightforward American comedy centering around two bumbling soldiers in the Iraq War, played by John Cho and Zach Galifianakis. Judd Apatow is credited as a producer. A large number of American and British comedians appear in supporting roles including Will Forte, Amy Poehler, Ellie Kemper, Rainn Wilson, Adam Scott, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Patton Oswalt, Steve Coogan, Lauren Lapkus, Jason Mantzoukas, and Nick Kroll. Researchers reported the film was enjoyable for what it was and they had a good time watching it. Quoted reviews were highly negative. Red Deal Pictures is credited as the primary production company. Experiment #: 018 Inputted data: Bad Boy Soldiers is a 2017 Polish satirical comedy war film directed by Eva Cszkiearas and written by Cszkiearas. It stars Karolina Gruszka, Dariusz Dyliński, Rafał Grzewczynski, and Marian Kuciak. Notes: The researcher was informed of the background for Cszkiearas. Names Generated: None Result: The generated movie is a dark comedy centered around a Polish military base somewhere in Southern Europe. Dyliński plays Major Nadeem, an insecure gay general who has recently converted to Islam. As he prepares to come out as Muslim and gay, his homosexuality is revealed in a comedic fashion by an inferior officer and Nadeem embarks on a violent training regimen for his troops, beating their morale down through a series of disturbing blackly comedic assaults. All actors save Gruszka are fictitious and do not correspond to individuals in the film industry. Researchers reported enjoying the film as an art film, laughing occasionally, but felt mostly uncomfortable for the film's running time. The article describes the film as winning at the Karlovy Vary, Shanghai, and Three Portlands International Film Festivals. Reviewers praised the film's cinematography but criticized the perceived homophobia and Islamophobia and noted, that despite Cszkiearas' feminist intentions, a series of jokes centered around the sexual assault of Gruszka's character was unnecessary and in poor taste. Consequence of Sound critic Scout Tafoya describes the film as "absolutely vile and disgusting, but worthy of discussion." Red Deal Pictures distributes the film in the United States. Experiment #: 019 Inputted data: Dudstock is a 1982 Australian independent drama film directed by Linda Hartle and written by Barry Golchuck. It stars Fiona Leamington, Andrew Saxton, and Grant Pane. Notes: All names are fictitious, but were drawn from character names in a random book, titled Sudden Death. Names Generated: Country of origin. Result: The generated movie is a slow-paced family drama centered around the young boy of the title, who lives in an unidentified desolate small town in the Australian outback. He deals with his alcoholic father and overstressed mother by wandering through the desert, befriending an eccentric truck driver who passes through and an Aborigine woman tending to a local site of spiritual significance. The film displays anomalous qualities, with the camera seeming to pass through Dudstock's body or into the middle of a cliff. The film ends with a long unbroken take of Dudstock sitting on the sacred site and disemboweling himself with a small knife while reciting "The Charge of The Light Brigade," which had been a plot point earlier in the film. He appears to pull out more intestines that can fit in the human body and eventually begins to pull out apparent animal intestines, speckled with feathers or full of scaled meat. Lastly, he begins to pull out a chain of interconnected rocks. Before he dies, he delivers the line "The bowels of the earth draw me near, Mumma!" and the film cuts to black. Despite being disturbed by the film's anomalous qualities, researchers reported enjoying the film generally. Quoted reviews agree, with one from The Village Voice quoted as calling it "the best Australian film since Picnic at Hanging Rock." Red Deal Pictures distributes the film in the United States. Experiment #: 020 Inputted data: Upside Down JAPANESE is a 1981 British-German-Mexican epic art-horror experimental film directed by Dean Hiroyuki and written by Hiroyuki and Jonathan Belzer-Mackenbridge. It stars Kenn Eddeford, Anna Potts, Stephen Schauser, Megumi Tanaka, and Rodrigo Aparicio. Notes: All names are fictitious but invented by researchers. The filmmaker Hiroyuki is designed to be a white installation artist and painter who is obsessed with Japanese culture, making his film debut. Names Generated: None. Result: The generated movie is a four-hour single shot of a man in a dingy apartment (played by Eddeford) who is slowly, graphically morphing into a Japanese woman (played by Tanaka) as friends periodically visit. The film has severe anomalous effects. During the screening, at approximately the one hour mark, one of the guests appeared to be identical to Researcher Bryant and seemed to be aware they were in a film, turning to the camera and begging to be let out. The transforming man did not appear to notice this. Researchers could not converse with the character-Bryant as his appearance was pre-recorded. At the 2 hours and 40-minute mark, when the character-Bryant spoke the line "I know I'm not there, I can see me in here," the real Researcher Bryant's hand flew to his face only to discover a thick layer of dermis covering his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Researcher Bryant was panicked but able to communicate his safety and seemed to be able to breathe until the film ended, at which time he began to suffocate and went into immediate surgery to remove the excess skin. He is currently recovering. Researchers, including Researcher Bryant, praised the film's themes of identity and the transformative nature of the body. Quoted reviews agree, with Claudia Puig of USA Today claiming that "this film really helped me be in my body's own inner body, without the tyranny of oxygen." Red Deal Pictures produced the film. Additional Notes: At several points in the film, the character of Researcher Bryant begins to describe a long hallway that exists in another room of the man's apartment. He appears to be increasingly panicked. Each time he tries this, he is cut off by a title card reading "RED DEAL PICTURES PRESENTS:" These segments are missing from the Wikipedia style article's synopsis. More research is ongoing. Note: subsequent testing recorded in Experiment Log 5702. |
SCP-5703 | esoteric-class | PeppersGhost SCP-5703 - When Lori Came Home For Christmas by PeppersGhost More by this author Item#: 5703 Level3 Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Entrances to SCP-5703 have been filled and concealed. All blueprints and records of SCP-5703 have been doctored or destroyed. Disturbance of the architecture is prohibited, including (but not limited to) removal of the original pinewood flooring. The house containing SCP-5703 remains a functional civilian residence in order to maintain a perception of normalcy in the neighborhood. Residents are to remain under electronic surveillance for behavioral abnormalities. Description: SCP-5703 is a second floor bedroom in a suburban home formerly owned by Diane and Robert Pine.1 Human hair grows from between the floorboards of SCP-5703. Internal imaging of the structure shows no abnormalities. Extranormal Event 5703-01: On December 24, 20██, Lori Hammond and her fiancée David Weathers arrived at the Pine residence just before sundown. None of the four have been seen or heard from since. SCP-5703 is believed to have initially manifested shortly after the disappearances occurred, though the causal relationship between these events remains unclear. The following are transcriptions of four videos recorded on Weathers' mobile phone the night he disappeared. Speculation regarding the events depicted has been withheld pending the resolution of ongoing forensic and scientific investigations. [ Video 1 opens on Hammond smiling at the camera in front of the home containing SCP-5703. She carries several small gift bags in one hand and groceries from a local supermarket in the other. ] Hammond: Sam! We're here! We're doing this. Weathers: Hammond family Christmas initiation, commence. [ Hammond attempts to ring the doorbell, but fumbles with her bags. Weathers rings it for her. ] Hammond: My hero. [ Hammond blows a mock kiss to Weathers. Mr. Pine opens the door moments later wearing an oversized Santa Claus hat. Mrs. Pine hurries behind him. ] Mrs. Pine: Oh my goodness! Oh, my baby! Come here, we got a whole year's hug quota to catch up on! [ Mrs. Pine reaches to embrace Hammond, who sidesteps into the entry hall. ] Hammond: Sorry, one sec! Hands are full. Let me just— Mr. Pine: Here, I'll grab those bags for you, Lori-O. Weathers: Did someone say hug quota? I'll give hugs! Mrs. Pine: [ Laughter. ] I'll take hugs! [ Weathers keeps the phone in his hand while the two embrace. The camera angles up toward a section of ceiling smeared with a dark pulpy substance and strands of hair. Weathers does not appear to notice. ] Hammond: [ Offscreen, overlapping. ] Hang on a bit, that one is… [ Small squeak ] It was caught on my finger! I'll just set… Yeah! Mr. Pine: [ Offscreen, presumably embracing Hammond. ] Ah, I needed my girl! Ha! Okay, David, our turn! [ Weathers embraces Mr. Pine. The mark on the ceiling enters the camera's field of view a second time. It appears slightly larger. ] Mr. Pine: That's the stuff! We're a hugging bunch. You doing a video? Hammond: We're documenting Dave's first Christmas with us for Sam! And posterity. It's a big occasion! [ The camera pans around the entry hall, modestly decorated for the holiday. There are no photographs on display. ] Weathers: Yup, gotta make sure your brother and all future generations can watch me screw up that pie. Mrs. Pine: The Slice of Heaven! She's got you all coached, huh? Weathers: Kind of! Went over the recipe but we didn't—ah, I didn't practice or anything. Mr. Pine: Don't worry. If I can make it, anyone can! Hammond: Who says you can make it? [ All laugh. ] Mrs. Pine: I'm so thrilled you two got to come. Last year wasn't the same without you. Weathers: Sorry for borrowing her, ma'am. Mrs. Pine: Oh no, it's fine! It's—I'm just glad everyone's here this time. Hammond: Except Sam. Mrs. Pine: Of course, of course. He's here in spirit! Weathers: Isn't there also a "fur baby" I need to meet? Hammond: Yeah! Where's Butters? Mr. Pine: He's around here somewhere. Probably still upstairs. Doesn't move like he used to. Weathers: Poor old guy. Hammond: Butters is going to love you! We should find him. Mr. Pine: Before that, do you need help with your things? Hammond: Shoot! Shoot, shoot. I left the trunk wide open. Mr. Pine: Ope! [ He jogs away in an exaggerated fashion. ] I'm on it! Hammond: I haven't brought in the pie stuff yet, so there's ice cream in there too. Mrs. Pine: I'll put everything away. You two go make yourselves at home. Hammond: We'll get the presents under the tree. [ Hammond and Weathers carry the gift bags to the living room. The tree is decorated with lights, tinsel, and papier-mâché ornaments painted to resemble doll heads. ] Weathers: Whoa! Hammond: What? Weathers: Your tree's covered in heads. Hammond: Don't be morbid! It's one of the Pine family traditions. Weathers: I know you guys like your traditions, but damn. Pies? Cool. This? This is just creepy. Hammond: They're cute! They're handmade. It's part of this program. Each one represents a kid my parents have sponsored for school. Or, wait, maybe it was for food or something like that. I think it's in Swaziland? Weathers: Man, that's an awful lot of kids. And that's in Africa, right? That's an awful lot of white kids. Hammond: Wow, racist! [ Hammond picks up a plush snowman and throws it at Weathers, jostling the camera. The two laugh. Weathers throws the toy back at Hammond. It misses her and knocks an ornament off the tree, crushing it. ] Weathers: Shit. Sorry. Wow, those things are fragile. Hammond: It's fine. I'm sure my parents won't notice one missing. [ As Weathers picks up the broken ornament, small clumps of hair clippings are dislodged from inside. ] Weathers: Uh, Lor? Hammond: Oh. Huh. That's—I'll just get a broom. [ End of Video 1. ] [ Video 2 opens with a view inside a wastebasket. It contains the broken ornament and an assortment of unopened food items including a tub of ice cream and a whole wrapped turkey. ] Weathers: Hey Lor? Come have a look at this. I think your parents— [ A scream is heard. The camera snaps up toward the kitchen. Hammond stands sobbing in front of the sink, her hands over her mouth. ] Weathers: What's wrong? [ Hammond's sobbing intensifies. ] Weathers: Lori, what's wrong? Are you okay? [ A faint animal cry can be heard. Weathers approaches the sink. The tip of a bloody paw protrudes from the drain. ] Weathers: Shit! What the fuck? Hammond: I don't know! He was already in there! Weathers: It's—it's okay, just stay calm. We can… we'll get him out. We'll find a way. Where— [ The cries grow louder and more strained. Hammond shakes her head. ] Hammond: I'm so sorry! [ Hammond flips a switch. The paw retreats down the drain as the garbage disposal activates. The animal's cries cease. End of Video 2. ] [ Video 3 is a static view of a ceiling in the home. The blades of a ceiling fan are visible at the edge of the frame, as well as a dark smear similar to the one seen in the first video. Hammond can be heard crying. ] Mr. Pine: It's okay. It's okay. Hammond: [ Weakly. ] No. It doesn't make sense. Mr. Pine: Everything happens for a reason, Lori-O, even if we don't understand it. Even terrible things. Mrs. Pine: Now, this was a number of years ago, but do you remember the Christmas when you got all those socks? You were so disappointed, but I remember, you were really brave, too. Kept smiling, acting really grateful. Such a good kid. And then Bobby stepped out in his Santa suit with that new game console you wanted. You just laughed and screamed laughed so much and hugged us so tight. Right? Do you remember that? Mr. Pine: [ Overlapping. ] It's okay. It's all okay. You just sit there. That's it. That's right. Papa's here. It's okay. Deep breaths. It's okay. It's almost Christmas. Hammond: No. That didn't happen. Mrs. Pine: It did, sweetheart. Hammond: That didn't happen! Mrs. Pine: It did happen. Didn't it, David? Do you remember, David? Do you remember how happy it made you? [ A strained grunt is heard. ] Hammond: Dave? What— Mr. Pine: It's okay. Papa's got you. Weathers: Y—yeah. Now that you mention it, I remember. Mrs. Pine: And how did that turn out? Weathers: Um. Actually, hah, it was the best Christmas ever. Hammond: What? Mom, why would you even know about something like that? You're not his— Mrs. Pine: But we are, dear. It's exactly like you've been saying: he's part of the family now. Davey, honey, are you ready for one more Pine family tradition? [ Glass breaks somewhere nearby. Hammond begins to scream, but her voice is quickly muffled. ] Mr. Pine: Don't worry, baby girl. Papa's got you. It's all right, Lori-O. It's all going to be fine. Do you want to see your brother? Would that make you feel better? Mrs. Pine: That's right! I almost forgot. Sammy's here. Let's go see him. He's in your old room. You won't even recognize it now! Don't worry, I've kept all your things. I'll always keep them. Come on, stand up. Stand up now, sweetheart. It's time to go. [ The sound of footsteps and erratic pounding on the hardwood floor can be heard. Voices grow fainter as they move away. ] Mr. Pine: It's okay. It's okay. Quiet now. Help me with her, son. Weathers: Are you sure it's all right? Okay. I'll be real careful, Lor. Mrs. Pine: Sammy's going to be so happy. He's missed you like you wouldn't believe. We loved him just as much as you, Lori. As much as you. But you weren't here. You weren't here last year. And now you are. Mr. Pine: We're almost there, baby girl. [ Incremental thudding sounds are heard. ] Mr. Pine: [ Overlapping. ] Up, up the stairs. That's it. Nearly there. Almost Christmas. Weathers: It's gonna be the best Christmas ever, Lor. Mrs. Pine: Davey, would you grab your camera? Sammy will want to see this. [ End of Video 3. ] [ Video 4 takes place inside SCP-5703. Hammond lays on the floor, awake but dazed. Mr. and Mrs. Pine kneel beside her. The camera, presumably held by Weathers, trembles intermittently. A box of unpainted papier-mâché heads is visible by the doorway. ] Hammond: Please. Mom. I can't do it. Mrs. Pine: Sure you can. Where's my brave girl? Hammond: It can't be over. I'm not ready yet. What— [ Her voice wavers. ] What about the pie? Dave didn't even get to taste the pie. Mr. Pine: Everything ends eventually, sweetheart. Even Christmas. Even people. [ He strokes her hair. ] Even pie. [ Mrs. Pine begins to gently remove Hammond's socks and shoes while singing off-key. ] Mrs. Pine: [ Singing. ] Away in a manger, the baby awakes Close by me forever, no crying he makes [ As Mrs. Pine sings, she takes Hammond's right foot in her hands and fits the tip of the first toenail into a small gap between the floorboards. Hammond faintly attempts to pull her toe free, but it remains in place. Mr. Pine joins his wife in song, singing in an exaggerated baritone. ] Mr. Pine & Mrs. Pine: [ Singing. ] I love thee, dear children! look down from the sky O stay by my cradle till morning is nigh [ Hammond's toe is inexplicably pulled into the space between the boards. The force increases until the soft and hard tissues of the toe are ruptured and compressed. Blood and fragments of flesh are siphoned into the gap in the floor. Hammond reaches weakly toward Mr. Pine, who continues to stroke her hair. ] Mr. Pine & Mrs. Pine: [ Singing. ] The cattle are lowing; I ask thee to stay I love thee forever, and love me I pray [ The process accelerates. The remainder of Hammond's foot is rapidly crushed and drawn into the floor, causing severe fractures and swelling in her lower leg. She groans loudly and rakes her nails against the floorboards. A stray scrap of flesh lands next to Mrs. Pine, who nudges it over to the opening using a candy cane. ] Mr. Pine & Mrs. Pine: [ Singing. ] Bless all the dear children in our tender care And take us to heaven to live with thee there [ A grandfather clock chimes twelve times in the distance. Mrs. Pine begins the process again with Hammond's left foot. Mr. Pine lays a kiss on Hammond's forehead as she convulses. ] Mr. Pine: [ Overlapping. ] Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Mrs. Pine: I'll get those big scissors from the wrapping station. We'll need to help this along, I think. Got to make sure there's room left for Davey. [ Mr. and Mrs. Pine turn to the camera and smile. ] Mrs. Pine: After all, you're part of the family now. [ End of Video 4. ] Afterword: During a subsequent wellness check, law enforcement discovered Weathers' mobile phone in SCP-5703 amidst a morass of human hair and unidentified pulp. While Hammond and Weathers are known to have been romantically involved for at least 16 months prior to their disappearance, there is no available evidence which indicates that either party had any relationship (familial or otherwise) with Diane or Robert Pine prior to Extranormal Event 5703-01. Footnotes 1. Address and geographic coordinates are available on request from the HCML supervisor. |
SCP-5704 | euclid | PeppersGhost SCP-5704 - Digital Corruption by PeppersGhost More by this author Item#: 5704 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Photograph taken at the moment SCP-5704 was bound to its current host. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5704 is to remain bound to its current host, Walter Scheefer, who is to reside at Site-181. Mr. Scheefer has been granted provisional access to unrestricted areas of the facility, but must provide advance notice so as to ensure personnel are vacated from the requested location. A suitable replacement host is to be kept on-site at all times in the event Mr. Scheefer should expire. SCP-5704 must be further confined in no fewer than three layers of cotton socks, replaced daily. For their own physical and spiritual wellbeing, personnel are to maintain distance from Mr. Scheefer's quarters while SCP-5704 is redressed. Description: SCP-5704 is an intelligent spectral entity composed entirely of coalescent human malice. SCP-5704 induces instantaneous and irreversible psychosis in living subjects who view it directly; however, it is safe to view SCP-5704 indirectly via recorded media, in which it visually presents as an undulating cloud of fuchsia mist. SCP-5704 exudes an invisible aura of malevolent energy which inspires fear and dread among living beings. These sensations escalate proportionally with proximity: a distance of ~50m rarely provokes more than an underlying sense of uneasiness, whereas subjects within <5m are likely to respond with abject terror. SCP-5704 is generally intangible, but may condense itself at will and merge with the flesh of a living creature. Any biological matter corrupted by the presence of SCP-5704 will fall under its control and exhibit the same mind-affecting properties as its intangible form. Thaumaturgic markers indicate that SCP-5704 will only revert to incorporeality after the death of the flesh it is bound to. SCP-5704 was ritually awakened in 2011 by a religious cult known as the Children of Carfax1 who had intended to harness its power to achieve global conquest. Upon its invocation, SCP-5704 entered the body of Walter Scheefer, a non-cultist who had been kidnapped to serve as an unwilling host. However, the condensed mass of SCP-5704 only sufficed to possess the outermost toe of Mr. Scheefer's left foot. Beset with disappointment and inadvertently-induced madness, the cult quickly collapsed. SCP-5704 and the remaining cult members were taken into Foundation custody shortly thereafter. Addendum: Excerpt from Mr. Scheefer's most recent psychiatric evaluation, conducted via Zoom. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Loehr: You seem to be doing well. Are you no longer affected by the entity's aura? Scheefer: Oh, it's still there. Definitely still there. Yeah. I'm just getting used to it. The first few nights, I think— I don't think I slept. Every day I just thought, "this is bad." But now when I feel all the, uh, the evil comin' off it, it's just— I think, "well, this is the way it is." Dr. Loehr: I'm glad to hear you're coping. Sleeping any better now? Scheefer: Oh yeah. Yeah. I sleep decent these days. Course, the thing's up all hours wiggling. Little britches got a mind of its own, you know. But now with those— those straps I got for it, it's just a little wiggle. Little twitch. Little spasm. Can't complain. The, uh, the evil is worse, but I sleep. I sleep fine. It's… it is how it is. Dr. Loehr: Sometimes a good night's rest can work wonders. How are your dreams? Scheefer: I don't dream much. Haven't ever dreamed much though, so that's not unusual. Sometimes I think I can hear it, the toe, a-whisperin' out in the dark. You know, at night. When I'm tryin' to sleep. Or maybe it's all in my dreams. Maybe not. But it whispers. Dr. Loehr: What kind of things does it whisper to you? Scheefer: Just… nasty things. Evil things. Dr. Loehr: Could you give me an example? Scheefer: Not really. See, it's more of the tone of the whisperin'. The attitude. Can't actually make a word out through all those socks. But 'sides all that, uh, life as usual, I suppose. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. According to the cult's religious texts, Carfax is the true name of SCP-5704. The fact SCP-5704 shares its name with a popular automotive data service is generally believed to be a coincidence, though a possible connection between the company and the cult continues to be the subject of investigation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5704" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5704. Licensed under CC-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: smoke_pink_graffiti_indoors_dark-538662.jpg Author: pxhere License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/538662 |
SCP-5705 | safe | Item#: 5705 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5705 is to be contained within an industry standard anti-static bag located in Site-19's anomalous item storage wing. SCP-5705 is to be connected to a modified multimeter capable of recording electrical output and messages originating from 'Discharge' events. Equipment is to be checked bi-weekly for damage. Description: SCP-5705 in containment. SCP-5705 is a standard sized PP3 or 'Nine-Volt' battery with a label attached reading 'Mighty Batteries!™ Powered by Thorium!™' written in black marker. Under normal circumstances, SCP-5705 is capable of an average output of 500 mA for an indefinite amount of time when connected to an electronic device. SCP-5705 has so far proven to be invulnerable to all forms of damage, however, the label is easily removed. Tests reveal no trace of the radioactivity expected of thorium decay. SCP-5705-1 is an entity currently trapped within SCP-5705. SCP-5705-1 is hostile and actively attempting to escape from the interior of SCP-5705. Occasionally, SCP-5705-1 will enter an agitated state, causing SCP-5705 to undergo what has been designated as a 'Discharge' event. During these events, the overall voltage of SCP-5705 will spike much higher than normal for a short period before returning to it's original output of 500 mA. If a device with a screen is attached to SCP-5705 during one of these events, text will appear on the screen in a language correlating to the settings of the device. These messages are often corrupted beyond the point of legibility, although a few partially coherent messages have been observed. These messages are believed to originate from SCP-5705-1 and are often hostile in nature, presumably directed at the individual designated as PoI-5705. Addendum-5705-A: Partial List of Recorded Messages Note: The following is a list of all currently recorded 'Discharge' events that have been accompanied by at least partially coherent messages. For a full list of these events, see document SCP-5705-DE. Date Message Voltage Notes 03/04/2020 "I gr&@ow ti*@#&$(@ish game, trickster! Relea&*^@&!@*(#()$n my hon$#r that you will no@#&*^$(armed." 550 mA This was the first mostly coherent message recorded by the Foundation 12/04/2020 "You thi@#nk this pris@#*(&$old me? I will be fr$@*^&%^!@&alm and when I $&*#@^$*&@!(*&$%e same lesson lea$#rnt by the cou$*&^@*#est my might! Who w$#@#aughing the#$?!" 630 mA N/A 12/04/2020 "!(*&hould have left you ti$#&*@!)(@!retched roc%$%$@en I am fre$(!@)_#ll take mor#@*($&!@&*(just your eyesight! 610 mA N/A 14/04/2020 "Curse thi#$%(*@&#)($ed void! I sha$@#ll show you w#hy they call me might!@^&*#$l the real$$#$%educe this pla#$ce to dus$#!@!!" 770 mA N/A 21/04/2020 "$y the stren%#@gth of my being$#@#e will of m@#y hear$#@#$ight of all the realms and those bey*$ond. I am t#@ stor$%e sky, the force tha#$%#$ifted the great serp#$%$shaped the world as it is w#$ #@& t#$#%ith my $#ammer I summo$%#%@%$ll my power, all %@ % strength, and cast them d*(#own onto these wa#$%!$#%eel the wra#$th of the mig#$#%@f the go@$!" 830 mA A small spark was recorded originating from SCP-5705 22/04/2020 "#et! Me*! O@ut!" 670 mA This spike repeated 152 times. Addendum-5705-B: Recovery SCP-5705 was recovered from the home of Robert Bradson, an office worker living in New York City, after the Foundation became aware of social media posts in which he claimed to possess a 'magic battery' that never loses power. After an investigation into the claims, SCP-5705 was discovered in Bradson's home where it was being used to power a flashlight. Bradson claims that he purchased SCP-5705 from a salesman selling his wares on a street corner. A crowd had gathered around to bid on the items being sold, most of which seem to be at least partially anomalous in nature. A number of the individuals had reportedly filmed the salesman, and after further investigation a video of the auction was discovered online. Following review of the footage and the items involved, the individual selling the items has been designated as PoI-5705. Investigation into PoI-5705's whereabouts and identity are ongoing. Auction Video Excerpt: [IRRELEVANT DATA EXPUNGED] PoI-5705: … pleasure doing business with you and happy sailing! Just remember to not open it indoors. For our next item, we have something that no doubt many of you fine people would love to have yourself! PoI-5705 holds up SCP-5705. PoI-5705: This magnificent item is known as a 'Mighty Battery'! On the exterior it may seem to all the world as a simple battery, but with some handiwork by yours truly it has been made into a fountain of limitless energy! Of course there is a limit at how much it can give at one time; we wouldn't want those hippie lobbyists to catch wind of a limitless power supply, would we? The gathered crowd laughs in response. PoI-5705: This fine item will allow you to never worry about a pesky flashlight running out while trekking through the woods! Or an inconvenient halting of particularly… intimate items? No, this convenient item harnesses godlike power for your own benefit! Hell, I would sell my own brother for this beauty, if I had one that is. PoI-5705 performs an exaggerated wink to the camera, then places SCP-5705 on the table in front of them and throws their hands into the air. PoI-5705: So! Let's start the bidding at a measly $15! Any takers? The crowd begins to bid on SCP-5705, eventually ending with Bradson outbidding the others and purchasing SCP-5705 for a total of $32.50 before returning home. The auction then continues for another hour before PoI-5705 announces his departure and the crowd disperses. [END LOG] |
SCP-5706 | euclid | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item #: SCP-5706 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has made large anonymous donations to sexually transmitted disease awareness and prevention programs in a number of countries with documented SCP-5706 outbreaks; the patents to the antiviral drugs acyclovir and valacyclovir have been purchased by Foundation front companies, and these drugs have been substantially reduced in price to aid in SCP-5706 containment efforts. Individuals identified as carriers of SCP-5706 are to be detained and questioned about their sexual history to identify other possible carriers, then treated with a targeted antiviral drug developed as part of the SCP-5706 containment initiative. Before release, former SCP-5706 carriers should be treated with Class-B or -C amnestics, depending on the duration of infection. Samples of SCP-5706 are stored in Bio Site-66's cryogenic storage facility; research proposals involving exposure of D-Class personnel to SCP-5706 must be approved by Site-66's Ethics Committee liaison, and all experimental subjects must be treated with the targeted SCP-5706 antiviral at the conclusion of the experiment. Description: SCP-5706 is a strain of the Herpes simplex virus that causes a perceptual anomaly when an infected individual orgasms. The non-anomalous symptoms of SCP-5706 are identical to those of HSV-2, the strain of Herpes simplex which causes most cases of genital herpes; blisters appear on the genitalia within approximately 7 days of initial exposure, and heal over the next several weeks. SCP-5706 is transmitted in the same way as non-anomalous HSV-2, and use of barrier contraceptives such as condoms can reduce its spread. When an SCP-5706-infected individual is brought to orgasm, either alone or with a partner, they experience a perceptual anomaly which includes total sensory hallucination and significant time dilation. This perceptual anomaly consists of the entirety of the action role-playing videogame Skyrim, released by Bethesda Softworks in 2011 (including the three downloadable expansion packs, Dawnguard, Hearthfire, and Dragonborn), beginning at the start of the game, when the player character awakens in a horse-drawn carriage on their way to be executed, and not ending until the defeat of the game's "final boss", the dragon Alduin, at the end of the main quest-line. Affected individuals report being placed into the world of the game completely, able to perform actions1 not normally possible in the original game; however, conversations with non-player characters are still limited to the game's original dialogue options, and certain areas, such as any land beyond the bounds of the game's world map, remain inaccessible. Affected individuals are able to access the game's menus, manage their inventory, and save and load their progress by closing their eyes, but all menu options that would quit out of the game are unavailable. Affected individuals report being aware that they will remain in the game world until they complete the main quest-line; Regardless of how much subjective time it takes an individual to complete Skyrim2, to outside observers the perceptual anomaly only lasts for the duration of orgasm3, and its physical signs - closed eyes, open mouth, labored breathing - are nearly indistinguishable from the effects of a particularly strong orgasm. SCP-5706 was first discovered in June 2017, when Foundation agents were alerted to reports of unusual behavior following an orgy held by attendees of the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) in Los Angeles, California. A number of participants were detained and interviewed; those who had experienced the effects of SCP-5706 all reported sexual contact with a man who resembled Todd Howard, the creative director of Skyrim. At the time of the orgy, Mr. Howard was on stage at Bethesda Softworks' E3 presentation. When interviewed, Mr. Howard denied all knowledge of the orgy and of SCP-5706; surveillance of Mr. Howard's banking records revealed that he had recently made several large payments to an account registered under the name "Simo Plecks". This account was emptied and closed on the day of the orgy, and all attempts to trace the individual to whom the account belonged have so far been fruitless; the investigation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. e.g. climbing walls and moving furniture 2. Recorded subjective times have ranged from approximately two hours (subject was, at the time, the world record holder for the "Glitchless Main Quest" Skyrim speedrun category) to over one year. 3. Between 10 seconds and 2 minutes, depending on a number of physiological and psychological factors - see S. Kratochvil, "The Duration of Female Orgasm," Ceskoslovenska Psychiatrie 89.5 (Oct 1993), 296-9. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5706" by ch00bakka, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5707 | 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; } close Info X SCP-5707 "Uncle Sam: The All-American Karcist" by: DrAkimoto ★ DrAkimoto's Author Page ★ 91.49% (+129) 8.51% (-12) -% (+0) -% (-0) THE FOLLOWING FILE IS UNDER REVIEW BY THE ETHICS COMMITTEE 3/5707 LEVEL 3/5707 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5707 Euclid Special Containment Procedures SCP-5707 is held within Humanoid Housing Unit 14 at Site-51. It will receive an A-Class Amenities Package, including an exclusively vegetarian meal plan. Further requested items may be provided upon approval. All information regarding SCP-5707's anomalous capabilities will continue to be expunged from public and academic records by Foundation assets within historic academia. Due to the prominent nature of SCP-5707's identity, further precautions may be taken by the Information Security Division. Description SCP-5707 is a human male formally known as Samuel Wilson1, born 1766/09/13. Medical analysis shows SCP-5707's biological aging process ceased at approximately 75 years old. SCP-5707 is capable of transmuting biological matter into forms of meat typically consumed by humans2. This process has a conversion ratio of 1:5 kg; producing non-anomalous and unexpired meat product. During its 166 years of containment, repeated attempts to gauge the full capabilities of SCP-5707 have been met with resistance. Despite these refusals, SCP-5707 has fully cooperated with containment protocols and is considered a low-risk anomaly. Discovery SCP-5707 willingly entered containment under the American Secure Containment Initiative on 1854/07/31. Due to its efforts during the War of 1812, SCP-5707 had already been documented by the ASCI, but containment was deemed unnecessary at the time. SCP-5707 has been in Foundation custody since its formation. The following document was provided upon SCP-5707's acquisition: ● ASCI Documentation ● ○ ASCI Documentation ○ American Secure Containment Initiative Document, circa 1854 Item Number: 54-3341 Classification Type: Humanoid ASCI Protocols for Containment: In conjunction with local authorities, the death of 54-3341 has been successfully fabricated. A deceased convict was used as a replacement during Samuel Wilson's public burial. 54-3341 is to be kept within housing suitable to his desire and shall be given all luxuries and personal effects afforded to a man of his stature. Security is to be held at a minimum in regard to 55-3341. An effort will be made to uphold the public legacy of 54-3341. All information regarding the anomalous capabilities of 54-3341 is currently being expunged from civil and government records. Description: 54-3341 is the skilled carnomancer Samuel Wilson, born 1766 to Edward Wilson, leader of the now-defunct "Massachusetts Lodge of the Flesh Masons". At age 14, 54-3341 joined the Continental Army, wherein his anomalous capabilities became known to the ASCI. Serving as a meatpacker, 54-3341 willingly offered knowledge of his abilities to superior officers. 54-3341 demonstrated skills in carnomancy on slaughtered cows, greatly amplifying the amount of edible meat procured from each carcass. Due to his patriotism, overtly pacifist behavior, and the limited resources of our organization at the time, 54-3341's containment was deemed non-essential. At the beginning of the War of 1812, 54-3341 was contracted to supply the North-Eastern Continental Army with meat rations. Due to a lack of readily available livestock, 55-3341 contacted the ASCI in an attempt to fulfill his contract. An agreement was reached wherein the Continental Army would provide 54-3341 with deceased enemy combatants for the purpose of transmutation into edible rations. During the war, 54-3341 provided the Continental Army with 2000 barrels of "pork" and over 3000 barrels of "beef". Nota Bene: On July 24, 1854, 54-3341 contacted the ASCI in order to facilitate his own containment. American Secure Containment Initiative I have served this great nation since I was merely a boy, and now in my growing years, I must call upon my nation to serve me. I do not wish to watch as my family, friends, and fellow patriots wither and rot before me, but I refuse to use my gifts in order to interrupt the natural flow of life. A solution to my impasse I hope to find in you. On the 31st of July 1854 I plan to relieve myself of the freedoms I so passionately believe in and commit to solitude within a confinement of your choosing. If the arrangement is suitable, please send word of a time and place for which I can entrust my person to you. With regards, Samuel Wilson. Though informed his containment has been deemed unnecessary, 54-3341 insisted it be so. This document will be further revised upon his containment. SCP-5707 Test Log On 2020/01/20, SCP-5707 was requested to demonstrate its capabilities, for the purpose of updating its file with visual records. SCP-5707 agreed to testing under the condition that the meat created would not be wasted. The corresponding video to the following transcript is available upon request. ● Video Log ● ○ Video Log ○ Foreword: Present during the test will be Dr. Eliza Jones and SCP-5707. SCP-5707 will be provided one human corpse on which he will perform the transmutation. [BEGIN LOG] Jones: Okay Mr. Wilson, are you ready to begin? SCP-5707: As ready as one can be, my dear. Jones: This is the body we would like transmuted. [Dr. Jones points to the corpse to her right. SCP-5707 kneels next to the body.] SCP-5707: So young. Please tell me this boy has not met his end simply for these tests? Jones: I assure you that's not the case. SCP-5707: What is his name? Jones: Is that necessary for the process? SCP-5707: No. But for my peace of mind, it is. [Dr. Jones checks her clipboard.] Jones: His name was David Conner, age 28, convicted on multiple counts of homicide. Cause of death, suicide. SCP-5707: I see. [SCP-5707 places a hand on the body's forehead.] SCP-5707: An angry and sad life. I hope you now find the peace you deserve. Jones: Can we please begin, Mr. Wilson. SCP-5707: As you wish. Please stand back, I would not want to soil your shoes. [As Dr. Jones steps back. SCP-5707 is met with no resistance as he plunges both hands into the chest of the corpse.] SCP-5707: [chanting in an unknown language.] [The skin of the corpse begins to liquefy and pool around SCP-5707.] SCP-5707: My father taught me this technique. He was inspired by the Natives to use every part of the body in the process. [SCP-5707 forms the liquefied skin into a sphere and sets it on the ground.] Jones: Why use human subjects? [SCP-5707 performs a chopping motion with both hands, the corpse begins to quiver. SCP-5707 abruptly motions upwards and the corpse's flesh rips loose. The flesh oozes a pinkish secretion as the muscles, tendons, and fat become one viscous substance.] SCP-5707: His colony was starving, the land yielded no crops, the forests barren of game. His people turned to him, his strength and knowledge was well known. He perfected this technique on withered remains of his fellow colonists, so that the remaining may survive. [Motioning downward the viscous flesh substance begins to solidify, forming a column of meat. SCP-5707 now turns and walks to the remaining skeleton.] Jones: I'm sure that must have been difficult. SCP-5707: At our most trying times, what would seem difficult, becomes quite easy. [SCP-5707 clenches its fists and the skeleton crumbles into dust. It takes the ball of liquefied flesh and begins kneading it into the bone meal.] Jones: Does the person used have any effect on the end product, flavor or consistency wise? SCP-5707: Some are more malleable than others, but the end result is just the same. Like any form of art it is the hands of the creator that shape the creation. Jones: I see, so what kind of meat are you planning on making? SCP-5707: How does ham sound, my dear? Jones: That will be adequate. SCP-5707: Very well. [SCP-5707 stands and places the liquefied skin on top of the meat column. With its index finger SCP-5707 cuts the palm of his right hand and places it on the column. The liquid skin pools over the column and solidifies. After several seconds the flesh column illuminates and SCP-5707 removes his hand.] SCP-5707: Only a moment longer. [As the illumination fades the meat column is revealed to now have the appearance of uncooked ham; though significantly larger than normal cuts of ham.] SCP-5707: There you have it, my dear. Jones: Thank you, Mr. Wilson. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated. [END LOG:] After the conclusion of testing, the ham produced was weighed and analyzed. Using one human corpse weighing 81.64 kg, SCP-5707 created 408.20 kg of non-anomalous boneless pork. Notice | Level 4/5707 Clearance Required Notice | Access Granted NOTICE FROM THE SITE-51 LOGISTICS ADMINISTRATION In an attempt to reduce Site-51's financial requirements, SCP-5707 has been approved to work within the D-Class cafeteria and is to be afforded all supplies necessary to carry out its duties. Under no circumstance is the position of SCP-5707 or its capabilities to become knowledge of Site-51's D-Class population. The D-Class Cafeteria kitchen has been redesignated as a Level-3 security area. All further questions can be directed to your immediate supervisor. – David Collins, Logistics Director, Site-51 Footnotes 1. Commonly referred to as Uncle Sam. 2. Most notably chicken, pork, and beef. |
SCP-5708 | esoteric-class | #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; } close Info X SCP-5708"From Asgard With Love" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ Item#: SCP-5708 Level 5/5708 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site–Q7 Michael Strauss Haru Akimoto MTF Zeta-17 Special Containment Procedures Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-5708 is held within Laboratory-2 at Site-Q7, access is restricted to Project Midgard personnel with Level-4/5708 Clearance or above. The Site-Q7 Research and Development Team are to perform the necessary repair in order to prepare SCP-5708 for operation. All five instances of SCP-5708/A live communally within Secure Humanoid Housing Unit 4 and have Level-1 Basic Clearance. Subjects have permission to assist Site-Q7 personnel with clearance-appropriate operations. Update 2019/12/20: SCP-5708 is held within Security Chamber-5 in preparation for Operation Bifrost, access is limited to personnel with Level 5/5708 clearance. The remaining two instances of SCP-5708/A live communally within Secure Humanoid Housing Unit 4 and have been given Level-1 basic clearance, subjects have permission to visit clearance-appropriate areas of Site-Q7. Due to their advanced age monthly medical evaluations are to be performed. Description SCP-5708 upon containment, circa1950. SCP-5708 is a cylindrical transportation device originating from an alternate reality and capable of extra-universal translocation. The inside of SCP-5708 features a central control panel, rear control panel, six microscopic particle accelerators, and seven passenger seats, along with several components of unknown function, some of which are damaged. When activated, SCP-5708 will open an extra-universal wormhole around itself transporting the capsule into alternate realities. Due to damage and an insufficient supply of the unknown fuel required, testing of SCP-5708's capabilities are inconclusive. SCP-5708/A is the collective designation given to the six human passengers of SCP-5708 upon its arrival in our reality. These subjects were personnel of various fields, all members of a project ran by the U.S. Department of Defense of their reality. All six subjects are non-anomalous aside from their place of origin. Upon arrival SCP-5708/A-6, Thomas Murray, was quarantined and died shortly after from injuries sustained before arriving in our reality. Update 1988/5/18: The rear control panel within SCP-5708, which was identified as the navigational equipment, has been repaired. SCP-5708 uses unknown predetermined criteria for selecting realities in which it can enter. SCP-5708 has a total of eight realities to which it can translocate, one of which is our reality. These realities have been given the designation of Reality Y9/01 through Reality Y9/08; Reality Y9/09 would be the now collapsed reality SCP-5708 originated from. Update 1995/5/18: The fuel remaining within SCP-5708 has been successfully reverse-engineered and designated Compound-5708/Z. Production of this compound for testing has been approved and current estimates indicated that a sufficient supply will be available by the year 2021. Update 2000/7/25: All six particle accelerators within SCP-5708 have been repaired and tested using an outside power source; output meets or exceeds all set performance indices. Update 2009/6/14: Two of the components with previously unknown purpose have been discovered to be a reality stabilizer and a reality destabilizer. It is theorized that this is what allows SCP-5708 to de-manifest from one reality and re-manifest in another. Update 2017/9/30: The last unknown component has been identified as a dark energy sensor. Data output indicates that this sensor traces the source of dark energy to an extra-universal location outside of any known reality. It is theorized that the dark energy present in the eight available realities is being drawn to this location. This phenomenon2 has been designated as a narrative-sink, wherein the affected realities are being drawn to a void below known reality. Update 2019/2/23: Repair of SCP-5708 as progressed sufficiently to allow for full-scale testing. A reanalysis of the navigational systems has revealed that the total number of possible destinations is now 7. It is unknown whether the previously included reality no longer fits the predetermined parameters or has succumbed to the narrative-sink. Attached Addenda Discovery On 1950/5/26 SCP-5708 manifested above a convenience store in Danner, Utah, before falling approximately 30 meters and crashing into the store. Local reports of a UFO crash began to spread prompting the immediate response of a local Foundation investigation team. Additional concealment and response teams were put on standby. The investigation team deduced that SCP-5708 was extra-universal in origin due to the presence of asbru particles3 detected by the Vescio-Lee Device.4 Due to the extra-universal nature of the anomaly, Site-Q7 and Project Midgard requested it be transferred to their facility. The Site-Q7 concealment team enacted Cover-Story 6B47 (fallen satellite), and all further civilian investigations were discontinued. Upon opening SCP-5708, the SCP-5708/A instances began pleading for Foundation personnel to help SCP-5708/A-6 who was profusely bleeding from his abdomen. All six subjects were quarantined after SCP-5708/A-6's wound was found to be infected with SCP-4608-1 seeds. Several seeds were removed and flash frozen for testing before the rest started to hatch and incineration protocols were enacted, SCP-5708/A-6 did not survive this process. The remaining SCP-5708/A received full medical evaluations and after being determined as human, were treated for injuries and malnutrition. The SCP-5708/A instances were placed communally within a Site-Q7 Secure Humanoid Housing Unit. It was at that time SCP-5708/A-1, Steven Thompson, made himself known as the leader of the group and demanded to speak to whoever was in charge. All SCP-5708/A instances remained in the housing unit for 3 days without contact from Foundation personnel, after which SCP-5708/A-1 was removed and questioned by the investigation team. Interviews SCP-5708/A ■ Interview 1 | SCP-5708/A-1 ■ □ Interview 1 | SCP-5708/A-1 □ Video Log Transcript Date: 1950/9/30 Interviewer: Michael Strauss Interviewed: SCP-5708/A-1, Steven Thompson Foreword: Interview takes place after preliminary intake interviews were performed. These interviews covered details of Reality Y9/09 and briefed SCP-5708/A-1 on some details of our reality. This included a basic overview of the Foundation and its overall function in our world. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Strauss: I would like to start by thanking you for your cooperation Mr. Thompson. A-1: You're welcome, sir. Dr. Strauss: We haven't met; my name is Dr. Strauss I am the Lieutenant Director of this facility. [Dr. Strauss reaches a hand across the table, SCP-5708/A-1 returns the gesture and they shake hands.] A-1: I assumed as much, sir. Dr. Strauss: Oh, and why is that? A-1: The security clearance on your identification badge is six, higher than the other people I've met so far. Dr. Strauss: Very perceptive, Mr. Thompson. It appears your world's DoD trained you well. A-1: I'd like to believe so. But to be fair, we had no organization like your own to compare to. Dr. Strauss: Ah yes, a world without anomalies– fascinating. Well, no anomalies till the end it seems, and that brings me to what I'd like to speak about today, the end. A-1: I was curious about why the rest of them didn't ask for the details. Very well, what exactly do you want to know, sir? Dr. Strauss You don't need to address me as sir, Doctor or Dr. Strauss will do just fine. I'm not your CO and you're a long way from home. [Dr. Strauss flips through his briefing papers.] Dr. Strauss: It says here that your world was visited by extra-universal entities about five years ago– let's start there. A-1: Yeah there were five of them, called themselves Vanir. They appeared in the Vatican one day, claimed themselves harbingers of the "true gods" but they just looked like normal people. Obviously, no one took them seriously, then they leveled all of Vatican City. A whole city gone in a matter of hours– they were capable of things we had never seen before. Terrible things. You'd probably think of them as just another anomaly, but we had never seen anything like it. Dr. Strauss: What was the public's reaction to these visitors? A-1: Pandemonium. It was chaos, some people started looting, a good bunch dropped to their knees and worshiped them, others just went crazy. We tried maintaining order where we could, but we could only do so much. They started appearing other places and with each country they visited, more followers flocked to them. Dr. Strauss: So what was the goal of these Vanir– what did they want from your world. A-1: At first, we thought they wanted to enslave mankind, and, in a way, I guess they did. Churches– Cults started popping up these Vanir as their leaders. We did our best to keep track of them, but they were many and we were few. The DoD wasn't prepared for a situation like this… no one was. [SCP-5708/A-1 takes a moment to drink the water in front of him.] A-1: That's not to say we didn't do anything. We had agents infiltrate the cults to sniff out any usable information. Dr. Strauss: What did these agents learn? A-1: Not much. But enough to make us realize we were out of our league. The Vanir didn't come alone, they brought servants, they were just normal humans, we had captured a few and interrogated them. From what we learned the Vanir were anomalies from another version of Earth. They had band together and contacted something the servants called a "void-dweller" and somehow made a deal with it. Dr. Strauss: So the Vanir were human, well anomalous humans? A-1: At least at first, they were. The Vanir proceeded to wipe out 3/4 of that Earth's population and enslaved the rest. Dr. Strauss: So naturally you assumed they were going to do the same thing to your world. A-1: I think that would've been better. We were days away from assaulting every Vanir compound in the Western Hemisphere when we got word that the Vanir were planning something big. We were too late– July 5th, 1949, was the beginning of the end. 1 billion people died simultaneously. "mistletoe syndrome" is what we called it, they instantly erupted from the victims turning them into twisted piles of mistletoe vines. Dr. Strauss: 1 billion people is nearly half of our world's population is th– A-1: Yeah, half the world— gone in an instant. Funny thing is… they were the lucky ones. [SCP-5708/A-1 stops for a moment to finish his water. The subject is visibly uneasy.] Dr. Strauss: We can take a break if you'd like. A-1: No, it's fine. It's just hard to think about– like a bad dream, it’s hard to focus on. It was a week later when reality broke. It was like having double vision, but it was everyone, it looked like the color was being bled from reality, like its very outline was being pulled away. It wasn't like that at first, it was a slow build-up over two or three weeks. It was around that time we saw it, telescope observatory in Hawaii that saw it first. A black amorphous void the size of the moon, had appeared just past Mars' orbit. It was heading towards Earth. It was at this time that Dr. Scranton contacted the DoD. Dr. Strauss: Dr. Robert Scranton? A-1: How did yo– No, that makes sense. You have a Dr. Scranton on your world too and of course, he works for you guys. Yes well, our Scranton was… looked down on by the scientific community. Everyone thought he was a pseudo-scientific quack, well turned out he wasn't crazy– he was right. Dr. Strauss: He has a tendency for being both. [Both chuckle.] A-1: Yeah well, he had a bunker where whatever was happening to reality didn't affect it, called it a Deepwell. That's when I first saw the Scranton-Capsule, or 5708 as you call it, he said he'd been building it for years. Dr. Strauss: So he knew this was going to happen? A-1: I'm not going to lie, I didn't fully understand his science, the narrative stuff was confusing to me, still is. But he said he realized something was wrong with reality years before and began building the capsule as a way to escape and possibly get help. The amorphous mass kept getting closer to earth and the distortion was getting worse, we were out of options. Dr. Strauss: So you used the capsule to escape? And Scranton didn't come? Seems unlikely. A-1: Well escape wasn't the plan. We were sent to get help. I was chosen to lead a team including Scranton, to go to another reality he theorized to be affected by whatever was happening to our reality. He said these Vanir and the mass were just a side effect. He thought that other realities must have noticed the issue like he had and maybe they would be able to help. Dr. Strauss: So that's how you came to this reality? A-1: No. We ended up somewhere much worse first. [Subject shifts in his chairs showing visible discomfort.] Dr. Strauss: How about we take that break? It's just about time for dinner. A-1: Yeah… that would be good. [END LOG] Afterword: Subject requested the interview be continued the next day. This request was approved. ■ Interview 2 | SCP-5708/A-1 ■ □ Interview 2 | SCP-5708/A-1 □ Audio Log Transcript Date: 1950/10/1 Interviewer: Michael Strauss Interviewed: SCP-5708/A-1, Steven Thompson [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Strauss: Good morning Mr. Thompson, I hope you're feeling up to continuing our conversation. [Dr. Strauss places a cup of coffee on the table in front of A-1.] A-1: Good morning– [Subject drinks the coffee.] This is a very odd tasting tea. Dr. Strauss: That's coffee, are you not familiar? A-1: No, sir. We drink tea back on my world, never even heard of coffee. Dr. Strauss: Interesting. So, we left off as your team was leaving your reality. What happened next? A-1: Yes August 1st, my team and I boarded the Scranton-Capsule along with Dr. Scranton. Our mission was to make contact with another reality and hopefully find help… or at least answers. Dr. Strauss: How long did the trip take? A-A1: It was only a few second, I didn't even think it worked until we opened the capsule door. Dr. Strauss: What was this other reality like, was it similar to yours? A-1: No, their world was in ruin. There were signs of a civilization but all that was left was trees and death. [SCP-5708/A-1 stops again to drink the coffee.] A-1: Where we landed was the remains of a city, crumbling under the weight of thousands of trees, not normal trees, but trees with faces. Dr. Strauss: We are familiar with the anomaly you’re speaking of. A-1: Y–you've seen them? They are here too? [Subject shows visible signs of distress.] Dr. Strauss: Don't worry, Mr. Thompson. The infestation here was destroyed before it could spread. A-1: You have no clue how lucky you are. The faces looked pained, like the souls used for their creation were crying out for a salvation that would never come. There were other things too, the tree creatures that weren't like the forest around us. They had long legs that looked like roots, topped by a large mass I can only describe as a featureless head. They were immediately hostile— chased us through the weeping forest, we had a few weapons but there were far too many— all we could do was run. [Dr. Strauss shows SCP-5708/A-1 a picture of a SCP-4608-1 instance.] Dr. Strauss: These are the creatures you're describing correct? A-1: [Subject shudders after looking at the picture.] Yeah that’s them alright. We were cornered by three of them when "the resistance" showed up, set them all ablaze and sent them screeching through the forest. Dr. Strauss: The resistance? I assume these were the natives of this world. Were they humans? A-1: They appeared to be, though they all had very sharp facial features and strange ears that were pointed at the tops. They spoke a strange dialect of Italian– luckily, we had Dr. Murray, our language expert, to translate for us. Dr. Strauss: How many of these natives were there? A-1: We had only seen about a hundred in the underground dwelling they brought us to, though they spoke of other places like that one, so I assume there were many more. They said that thousands of tree monsters just appeared one day and began transforming people into the trees with faces. It was a year before the population was converted. It was soon after when a giant monstrosity swallowed the moon. We thought they were describing something like the void approaching our world, we were wrong. Dr. Strauss: How long had their world been like this? A-1: They said it had been years. Whatever was happening to our worlds was affecting them at different rates. Scranton theorized that each reality was unique and posed a unique challenge to this outside force. Dr. Strauss: So what of the moon, you said the anomaly they spoke of was not the same as your world's? A-1: Not at all. When night fell on that first day we saw it for the first time, it almost looked like a bundle of roots, but I had never seen something so big. It covered the moon with its roots reaching down for earth as if to grab ahold of it. We decided we needed to go home the next morning, the mission was a failure. Dr. Strauss: The natives offered no new information regarding the threat at hand? A-1: These were normal people just desperately trying to survive. That is why we had to lie to them, we couldn't tell them that our capsule was a way to escape from that hellscape, we feared they would attempt to take it from us. We told them it had medical supplies and food, things we know they needed. It was not wholly a lie as we did have supplies to offer. They gathered 20 of their strongest to escort us to the capsule, unfortunately none of them would live to return the supplies. Dr. Strauss: I assume this is when Scranton was lost to your team. A-1 [Subject points to the picture on the table.] There were 50 of the them surrounding the capsule, the native attacked them as a distraction as my team made a run for the capsule. One of them grabbed Murray and it was Scranton that saved him— he threw himself at the creature which then dropped Murray. We had made it to the capsule just in time to see it tear Scranton in half. I waited a moment to assess the situation as my team entered the capsule. The natives had all met a similar fate as Scranton— we had to leave. Dr. Strauss: As the team’s leader I assume you know how to pilot the capsule? A-1: I know enough to operate its basic controls. Our engineer sat at the navigational panel and told us we couldn't go home; the option just wasn't there. Scranton had told me of this possibility, we were too late. Our world, our reality— it was already gone. The creatures were banging on the capsule, rocking it back and forth. I didn't have time to think I told our engineer to pick an option and I slammed the activation button. Dr. Strauss: And that's what brought you here. Very interesting Mr. Thompson, you and your team were quite lucky to— A-1: I'm sorry but I have a hard time seeing it as lucky. Dr. Strauss: I apologize, that was a poor choice of words. A-1: So, what happens now? Dr. Strauss: Do you or your team have any knowledge that could help us repair the capsule? A-1: No sir. We were taught to operate the capsule, that's all. We can tell you how to do that, but I'm afraid Scranton is the only one who really knows how that thing works. Dr. Strauss: Very well, the men you spoke with previously will conduct a further debrief with you and your team. A-1: And then what? Dr. Strauss: I can't be certain yet. However, I don't foresee you leaving this facility Mr. Thompson; I'm afraid that just isn't an option. A-1: I understand, sir. Dr. Strauss: Once again, I appreciate your cooperation— I think that will be all for today. [END LOG] Afterword: All five SCP-5708/A instance were debriefed over the next several weeks; their stories all matched the one dictated by SCP-5708/A-1. All known information regarding SCP-5708 and the events that led to the destruction of Reality Y9-09 is available for review in the Site-Q7 archives. Operation Bifrost Proposal Login Welcome Overseer Operation Bifrost Requisite Proposal It has been the goal of Project Midgard to protect our reality from extra-universal threats in connection with the narrative-sink we have long ago confirmed. SCP-5708 and the testimony of its passengers were instrumental in the beginning stages of Project Midgard. It focused our already growing suspicions and gave proof of the scale at which these threats operate. Now that SCP-5708 is complete, we request to utilize it in order to visit and establish contact with the remaining realities caught in the narrative-sink. To this end, Operation Bifrost will set relations and gather crucial information needed to understand and eliminate the threat at hand. –Dr. Michael Strauss, Director Site-Q7, Project Midgard Requirements: SCP-5708 Site-Q7 Operational Department Financial Assets required for extra-universal operations. Diplomatic affairs teams Mobile Task Force Zeta-17 ("Bridge Builders") Mobile Strick Force Zulu-1 ("God's Boot") Site-Q7 Research and Development Team Site-Q7 Intelligence Department Procedural Outline: Estimated Date of Preparation: 2021/1/1 Using SCP-5708, Operation Bifrost will send teams of 6 personnel and one pilot to affected realities, the pilot will return SCP-5708 between each drop. These teams will covertly investigate these realities and report back to the drop-off location, where the pilot will then return and retrieve the personnel. At this time an evaluation of the reality and further interaction can be planned accordingly. This process will be repeated for all affected realities. Y N Abstained O5-1 O5-3 O5-7 O5-2 O5-4 O5-6 O5-5 O5-10 O5-8 O5-11 O5-9 O5-12 O5-13 Status Operation Approved Footnotes 1. Item possesses useful attributes. 2. Excerpt from Report on Dark Energy and Extra-Universal Phenomena by Dr. Richard Thomasina. "…This flow of motion, this outward/downward attraction presently poses two possibilities: Either our universe is inherently destined for total collapse or an outside force is currently exerting influence over our [narrative] affecting our universe and possibly others. It is to that end, that my research leads me to theorize that dark energy, and by extension dark matter, are foreign infiltration of an unknown outside force and that all available resources must be used to determine the nature and purpose of these forces…" 3. Particles directly associated with extra-universal breaches into our reality. 4. Device invented by Foundation personnel Pietro Vescio and Richard Lee, used for detecting anomalous factors such as Hume distortion, asbru particles, thaumic residuals, and many other anomaly related factors. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5708" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5708. Licensed under CC-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: cap.jpg Name: Detail view of the Drag Shield Capsule for the Zero Gravity Drop Tower - Marshall Space Flight Center, Saturn V Dynamic Test Facility, East Test Area, Huntsville, Madison HAER ALA,45-HUVI.V,7C-49.tif Author: Rosenthal, James W. License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-5709 - In Heaven a spirit doth dwell Authored by Elenee FishTruck ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/5709 LEVEL 5/5709 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5709 Israfil Entrance to SCP-5709. Special Containment Procedures: A single guard patrols SCP-5709. Unauthorized access or knowledge is forbidden. Description: SCP-5709 is a mudbrick hut, located in the Negev desert. The exterior features no windows or other apertures; a single door serves as the sole entrance to its interior. The structure's interior exhibits an antimemetic effect, prohibiting individuals from remembering its appearance, properties, or contents after leaving. Via post-containment interviews, the Foundation has ascertained the following regarding SCP-5709's interior: It is not illuminated. It is not empty. It is not alive or mobile. It is not warm. It is not constructed of mudbrick. It is not coarse. It is not burning.1 It is not the first or last of its kind. It is not operational or whole. It is not open. It is not closed. A brass plaque, bolted onto the exterior next to the entrance, reads as follows: Abnormality Status: ISRAFIL Addendum 5709.1: Recovery Log Upon first attempted exploration, a deceased humanoid organism launched from the interior and crashed several meters away, injuring personnel. The organism did not possess any garments and lacked genitals, anus, and nostrils. The organism's arms fused at the wrists to a long conical appendage, extending from its mouth. Third-degree burns covered the figure's skin. Although placed in a human remains pouch for transportation, Foundation pathologists could not find the humanoid upon opening the bag. The corpse caused auditory hallucinations in viewers, resembling a cacophony of brass instruments. Affected subjects report [DATA EXPUNGED]. Eschatological significance under determination by the Department of Tactical Theology. Footnotes 1. Akiva rating inconclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5709" by Elenee FishTruck, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5709. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: door Name: Lotanrecycle post door detail.jpg Author: Yoav Dothan License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5710 | safe | Item#: 5710 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5710 Special Containment Procedures: The property containing SCP-5710-1 is owned by Foundation operatives. The Staff Positions of SCP-5710-1, including the Reverend, Choir Director, Organist, and Congregation President are to be occupied by Foundation personnel. While not in use by the Foundation, SCP-5710-1 is to be run as a mundane congregation of the Wisconsin Evangelical Lutheran Synod. The staff of SCP-5710-1 is to ensure that no work from the Bach-Werke-Verzeichnis (Bach Works Catalogue) is performed on SCP-5710 without Foundation approval. Description: SCP-5710 is a Schnitger pipe organ used by Johann Sebastian Bach before being transported by German immigrants from Pomerania to the United States. SCP-5710-1 is the church constructed by the immigrants in 18██, known as St. John's Lutheran Church in █████████, Wisconsin. The anomalous properties of SCP-5710 manifest when a composition from the Bach Works Catalogue (BWV) is played to completion within SCP-5710-1. The first person to exit through the main door of the church following completion of the work will enter a temporal-spatial anomaly. They will be displaced in time and space, exiting the church attended by Bach on the Sunday following his final revision to the piece played on SCP-5710. The displaced person will exit the church just following J.S. Bach. SCP-5710 has been deemed safe and reliable by the Foundation. Its use is necessary for continued interaction with Johann Sebastian Bach. The memetic musical compositions of J.S. Bach are of unusually high caliber. These compositions are stored by the Foundation in the Memetisch-Bach-Werk-Verzeichnis (Memetic Bach Works Catalogue) or MBWV. Use of SCP-5710 requires either 10 pending composition requests from Level 4 personnel or the consensus of the O5 council. All finished works are to be placed in capsules and hidden in pre-determined locations specified prior to the agent's displacement. + Interview 5710-1 - Interview 5710-1 Interviewed: Johann Sebastian Bach Interviewer: Doctor Semmelman Foreword: This interview takes place following J.S. Bach being met by Foundation agents and informed of the anomaly centered around him. <Begin Log, 6/25/17██> Dr. Semmelman: Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed, and may I say it is a great honor, Mr. Bach. J.S. Bach: Yes, you all have made that abundantly clear. I'm not certain I quite understand why, but nonetheless I thank you for these revelations. God's universe is truly quite strange. Dr. Semmelman: Have you given any thought to our offer? A mind like yours is not common, and we know we could put it to use. J.S. Bach: I have indeed given it more thought. And looking at some of the things you've presented, I believe I'm aware of why you need me. Dr. Semmelman: You… are? J.S. Bach: I was looking at the materials you provided to introduce me to your Foundation, and what struck me were the… how did you refer to them? Memetics, was it? Dr. Semmelman: Yes, our memetic agents. They are quite important to our operations. J.S. Bach: Yes, yes, yes. However, for something you claim to be of such great import, they seem to me to be quite lacking. Dr. Semmelman: Lacking? J.S. Bach: How can you not see what is so plain? It's like you churned them out en masse from a printing press. There is no fine-tuning to them! For God's sake, it's like I'm arguing with Pastor Frohne all over again! Dr. Semmelman: Could you elaborate on that? J.S. Bach: You request that I elaborate. But this is, in and of itself, the issue. You hear me speak but do not listen. How can you hope to make powerful Music when you only read the sheets, having no passion for the sound? Dr. Semmelman: No passion? J.S. Bach: Simply put - which, by the way, is the problem - your so-called "memetics" are too simple! It's like a sheet of music filled with bars meant for harmonization, yet you've only composed the melody! You see things in black and white, but you don't see all the things that could exist between those bars of black and white. You are dealing with the transfer of information here - information that, by all accounts, has tremendous power! It must travel the bridge of perception, yet you make the bridge out of two wooden planks dropped over a gap! You should be making a bridge of stone! Dr. Semmelman: Well then, Mr. Bach, could you do better? Could you build us a better bridge with your compositions? J.S. Bach: I most certainly could. Music is the greatest form of communication. Only the Words of God could ever surpass Music. I will show you. Dr. Semmelman: Johann Sebastian Bach, welcome to the SCP Foundation. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, J.S. Bach agreed to compose musical memetics for the Foundation. Dr. Semmelman will remain as the designated Foundation liaison in the 18th century and ensure that all Memetic Works of Bach are catalogued and stored for retrieval in the present time. Memetisch-Bach-Werk-Verzeichnis: The works of the MBWV provide the Foundation with a wide array of useful memetics. The effects of the works only manifest in those who hear the work while it is being played. MBWV # Title Effects Comments by J.S. Bach MBWV 31 Ziehet an den Harnisch Gottes The pain tolerance of those who hear this work is increased. Resistance to pain increases by a factor of 20. The Foundation asks me to give an advantage to their soldiers. I was inspired by the homily this past Sunday on Ephesians 6:11. Music makes words alive, and thus makes them reality. MBWV 52 Stille! Stille! Völlige Stille! A counterprogramming piece to see through memetic censoring It is almost paradoxical to make music about silence, but memetic composing has taught me that music surpasses far beyond what I once thought. I could spend another five lifetimes sorting out its intricacies. MBWV 66 Rückzug von hier, die Gefahr lauert Listeners are forced to retreat away from confidential information. Memetic Composing has its ups and downs. While it is a great achievement to bring together all that is needed to create such an incredible transfer of information, it also brings sadness that some such compositions, beauteous as they may be, simply force most who hear it to retreat away from it. MBWV 74 Wischen Sie Den Leeren Schiefer Sauber 99.9% of memetic cognitohazards and their effects are safely removed from any affected personnel. Affected minds are reverted to their state prior to introduction of the cognitohazard. I can't help but express my disappointment with this work. I've dwelt on it for days and yet I can't quite figure out where its imperfections lie. I know there are some lurking where I cannot see. Yet Doctor Semmelman seems to assure me that the Foundation accepts it as it is. For men of science and the advancement of learning, they seem to be content with mediocrity at times. MBWV 85 Der Käfig Ist Geschlossen, Die Tür Ist Geschlossen All affected persons are convinced that any door in front of them is closed, even if it is wide open. Several sites have implemented protocols for this work to be played in the event of a containment breach. Everyone knows that music can make people feel emotions, but few have discovered what I have, that if it can worm its way into the brain far enough, it can convince people what truth is, no matter what the other senses tell them. MBWV 99 Die Swarm Absteigt Listeners perceive enemy forces to be ten times larger than they actually are. Music has the power to not only play on a man's senses, but also to bombard, attack, and batter them; so much so that the senses can not only be convinced, but forced. MBWV 101 Friede Sei Mit Euch Causes increased cooperation among coworkers and the reduction in the rising of disagreements. Harmonization is most beautiful in music, and it is most beautiful to make music that can manifest its harmonization not only in its sound, but all around it. MBWV 111 Toccata und Fuge in D-Moll (Wiedergutmachung) Causes intense paranoia and panic, even in potential predators and stalkers. An interesting request to reprise an old work, but with what I've learned, I believe it can be redressed for memetic use. Music can evoke every emotion on the spectrum. Dread and fear are not exempted. |
SCP-5711 | keter | 6/5711 LEVEL 6/5711 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5711 Keter SCP-5711-1 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers and archivists are currently employed to locate and destroy as much information as possible regarding the constituent components required of SCP-5711. RCT-Δt Temporal Intelligence Community (TIC) assets are instructed to, wherever possible, infiltrate active Mekhanist and Sarkic cells across the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries of all known historical iterations to locate, confiscate, and destroy or alter all references to their historical ties to the Daevite civilization. The area surrounding SCP-5711-1 is secured under the auspices of a decommissioned US Military missile silo with full cooperation of the US Government at a range of 2 km. Cover Story RAD-51 is in effect for all unauthorized persons attempting to access SCP-5711-1. No personnel outside of the Δ clearance group are permitted knowledge of SCP-5711, SCP-5711-1, or any Foundation temporal eigenweapon development project. Exploration of SCP-5711-1 may only be undertaken by RCT-Δt assets with >150 hrs mission time logged due to possible residual temporal anomalies on site. As of 31/1/2010, the Applied Sciences Division of RCT-Δt has been commissioned to design and construct a device matching the description of SCP-5711-2 by whatever means necessary. RCT-Δt internal clearance for this file is set to L5/Δ. Description: SCP-5711 is a thaumaturgic ritual capable of altering the course of historical events without direct intervention by traditional temporal displacement methodology. Recovered materials from SCP-5711-1 suggest that the ritual and the apparatus involved in its completion were developed by the Daevite Civilization as recently as 250 - 200 BCE. Due to the success of containment efforts, few details of the specifics of the ritual remain available. Known components of the ritual include the following: 57 kg beryllium bronze alloy, machined into mechanical device of indeterminate function. 0.5 L of blood, presumably from the lead officiant of the ritual At least 3 additional witnesses/participants An altar/temple complex2 One prepubescent human child Investigation into possible sources of SCP-5711 has uncovered many similarities between modern Mekhanist / Sarkic cults and religious practices of the ancient Daevite civilization. The current containment strategy assumes that the remaining details of SCP-5711 were derived from extant classical Mekhanist and Sarkic religious texts. Based on recovered material, the intended target of this ritual was a period either immediately prior to or during the Second Punic War3, and was ostensibly intended to alter the outcome of that conflict. SCP-5711-1 designates a temple complex in northern Arizona constructed for the purpose of carrying out SCP-5711. The complex consists of several small residential dwellings, an open-air temple for religious worship, and a large, flat pyramid with a recessed top containing an altar, dimensions 300 x 300 x 200 m. The interior of the pyramid contains several damaged pieces of anomalous machinery, as well as some evidence that its interior dimensions were intended to be larger than its exterior dimensions, though this is no longer the case. Beneath the central pyramid structure is a network of tunnels connecting the residential area, the temple area, and five tunnels which suddenly terminate in open pits with depths greater than 100 m. Exploration of these areas is ongoing. SCP-5711-1-PRIME designates an extranormal event which took place over the area of SCP-5711-1 on 29/12/2009 at 1232 hrs. According to Tactical Operations Command (TOC) assets and photographic evidence, a large black sphere expanded suddenly over the entirety of SCP-5711-1 and remained present for 2 hrs and 17 mins. Its appearance was accompanied by no other perceptible phenomena; however, XACTS monitoring devices in place at Site-██ over 200 km away recorded a 128 W tachyon flux4 during the same period. Calculations suggest the local power of this flux exceeded 20 MW, making it the single most powerful known temporal event in Foundation history. SCP-5711-2 refers to a theoretical temporal eigenweapon5 capable of neutralizing and/or reversing the effects of retrocausal anomalies in the event that preventative measures could not be implemented. Based on observations, the weapon is capable of initiating a causal isolation of an area of approximately 34 km3 for a period of approximately 2 hrs. The method by which this is achieved is currently unknown. HMCL Note: We had better pray to someone that we're the ones who come up with this technology first, or we're in some bad trouble. I'll have that request in to Overwatch by end of business yesterday. - Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, HMCL Supervisor / Temporal Anomalies Dept. Chair Discovery: On 11/10/2009, Temporal Site-01 alerted native Site-17 of an incoming TK-Class Causal Restructuring event, citing 782 new documentation inconsistencies logged in a 45 second period. Native Tactical Operations Command (TOC) assets immediately triangulated the time and location of the disturbance, and deployed to investigate and neutralize prior to the completion of the restructuring event. Upon arrival, TOC Assets reported the sudden appearance and subsequent disappearance of SCP-5711-1-PRIME and announced their intent to continue with the intended infiltration of SCP-5711-1. Personnel may access TOC-5711-01 for the full report of the resulting incursion. + Access TOC-5711-01 - Access Granted Initial appearance of SCP-5711-1-PRIME. RCT-Δt - Tactical Operations Command - Incursion Transcript Date: 29/12/2009: 1500 - 1830 hrs Team Lead: Cpt. Regina Watts Additional Assets: Lt. Loraine Mickelson, Sgt. Rachel Wong, Sgt. Edward "Ted" Freedman, Sgt. Eoin Larson. Observing: Dr. Kevin McDougal, Field Operations Technician Cpt. Watts: Alright, we got sound, we got motion… [ Cpt. Watts retrieves a black package from a rear pocket and looks inside, revealing 18 cigarettes ] And we've got a waypoint. Kev! Thank god. Do you know of any …Ugh. Never mind. You got us on Iso? Dr. McDougal: Clear as a bell and… um, yeah, I got visual, too. Okay. What's that crack I'm seeing behind you? Lt. Mickelson: That's where the dome was. You're gonna shit a brick when you see the photos we took. Sgt. Freedman: Eoin sure did. Cpt. Watts: Enough grab-ass. Someone get over that boundary; we're two hours late to the party and I'd like to bag this one some time before I die. Sgt. Wong: On it. [ Sgt. Wong crosses the boundary and checks her watch. ] We're good. Ticking forward, no jumps. Cpt. Watts: Good. Everyone back in the Jeep. No time to walk 2-k if we don't have to. [EXTRANEOUS LOG REDACTED] Cpt. Watts: Okay, Loraine: Take Freedman and do a sweep of those houses and keep the channel clear unless you need me or TS-1. Might be sorcs6 in there so head on swivel, be ready. I'm with Wong and Larson, we're going after that pyramid. Lt. Mickelson: Yes ma'am. [ Teams assemble and part. Lt. Mickelson's camera captures 5 small family dwellings, SW, and approaches. Visible blood on the first door near knob. Team exchanges discussion and direction and moves toward that door. Cpt. Watts and team run NE toward open-air worship space. ] [ Lt. Mickelson's team is first to arrive. Team exchanges hand signals and breaches door. Interior in disarray. Visible blood pooling in several places on floor. Blood trail leads to the north, where a body lies in front of a door, motionless. Off-camera asset shoots the body in the foot, which has no effect. Lt. Mickelson flips the body with her boot. The body suddenly animates and a bright flash is seen over its hand. Lt. Mikelson discharges three rounds into the face of the attacker, and anomalous activity ceases. ] Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Reg… was that 18 in that pack? Are you on your third loop already? Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps twice ] Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Oh-kay. Do you wish this to remain confidential? Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps twice ] Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Oohh fuck. What's your target casualty count? Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps seven times ] Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): There's only five of you. Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps once ] Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Jesus… I'll look into it. Good luck Captain… see you next lap. Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps rapidly ] [ Sgt. Freedman's camera captures his investigation of a desk in the front room. A small leather-bound journal is present which he confiscates. Additional ritual materials are visible; an ornamented dagger, an inkwell filled with viscous red liquid, and various bottles of dried herbs/meats. Sgt. Freedman sets a video marker on his transmitter. ] [ Lt. Mickelson returns after completing a sweep of the kitchen and bathroom. Camera captures a distinct bulging of the wall behind Sgt. Freedman. ] Lt. Mickelson: DOWN! [ Sgt. Freedman and Lt. Mickelson both hit the deck as the wall splinters and bursts outward amid several distinct flashes of white light. Both return fire through the empty space in the wall. ] [ Cpt. Watts raises her weapon and eliminates two hostiles as they emerge from behind pillars in the worship area at approx. 30 m rage. Sgt. Wong also raises her weapon in the direction Cpt. Watts is pointing, and eliminates a third. ] Cpt. Watts: Loraine, front door in 3. 2. 1… [ Lt. Mickelson aims and fires at the door, eliminating another hostile in traditional Daevite religious costume. Cpt Watts and Sgts. Wong and Larson continue running toward the worship area. ] Sgt. Freedman: [ whistles ] Damn good shot calling, Cap. Got something you wanna tell us? [ Cpt. Watts signals to Sgt. Larsen, who throws a grenade behind the dais on their approach from the far southern end of the worship area. ] Cpt. Watts: Busy. [ The dais and the altar behind it explode. Human remains are visible in the resulting debris. Sgts. Wong and Larsen begin a sweep of the area as Cpt. Watts sprints toward the pyramid, approx. 200 m away. ] Dr. McDougal: Captain? Captain Watts?! [ Cpt. Watts removes her radio and camera and tosses them to the ground. Feed cuts. ] Dr McDougal: Reggie, goddammit! Wait for fire support! Lt. Mickelson: Kev, what's going on? Dr. McDougal: Regina's run off to the pyramid, she's… Lorie, she's three loops deep and she just dropped her radio, something is wrong. Lt. Mickelson: Roger. Larsen, Wong: can you pursue? There's five houses here and I'm not a fan of being shot in the back. Sgt. Larsen: Aye ma'am. I've got visual on 'er now. She's just gone in. We're off. Lt. Mickelson: Make it happen. If she goes down, we're on our last run whether we like it or not. Freedman and I will rendezvous with you as soon as we're done here. [ Sgts Wong and Larsen immediately begin sprinting toward the pyramid. Outer material appears to be polished limestone with large metalic disks present on each face, purpose unknown. Upon entry, Sgt. Wong takes point and Larsen covers rear. Signs of struggle immediately visible. Scorch marks present on inner walls. Blood pooling and drag marks visible near door. Two figures in unmarked tactical gear carrying FNP90 PDW's consistent with RCT-Δt covert ops loadout are lying dead against a wall below a steel catwalk, right. Gunfire audible above. Sgt. Wong proceeds upstairs. ] Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] Shots fired within pyramid. Repeat - Shots fired. Requesting assistance as soon as possible. Lt. Mickelson: Two more houses. Hold on. [ Sgt. Larsen's Camera automatically obscures cognitohazardous elements among known Daevite Thaumaturgic notation. Larsen produces a gutteral noise and looks away, climbing stairs backward behind Sgt. Wong. Larsen attempts to speak and cannot. Larsen's transmitter beeps three times. ] Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] Understood. Lieutenant, be advised, active cognitohazards within pyramid. [ Sgt. Wong's camera rapidly darts away from bronze inlaid images along the inner walls of the pyramid. Loud banging noises are heard above followed by rapid gunfire. Three additional tactically outfitted bodies are visible on this landing, along with five figures in classical Daevite ritual clothing. These individuals show signs of burning on the palms and around the eyes in addition to their bullet wounds. Gunfire continues above. ] Lt. Mickelson: We're inbound to your position now, status? Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] Larsen cannot speak but seems otherwise 100. Five down that look like ours, unidentified. Five additional hostiles, already terminated. [ Gunfire continues, louder than before. Three additional terminated hostiles present on floor in a large pool of blood. Instance of SCP-2140 present on wall, hand drawn in what appears to be blood. Sgt. Larsen whistles and snaps, pointing to image. ] Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] I see it. Wish we'd thought of that. [ Sgt. Wong's camera sees a door which has been kicked open on the next and final landing. Wong signals Sgt. Larsen forward, who retrieves a small mirror from his vest and peers around the door, and gives thumbs up. The pair move into the room quickly and move in opposite directions, performing a visual sweep of the room beyond. Open air elevated area aparently in the center of the structure. 15 addtional hostiles and one possible friendly terminated in various places in the room. Daggers are present near all deceased hostiles, which also show similar burn patterns on hands and eyes. Scorch marks present on all walls at various elevations. A large raised platform is present near the eastern wall of the room. Bronze mechanical aparatus visible, inactive, behind the dais. Juvenile female human, eviscerated, suspended by wires within an open section of the aparatus, showing multiple lacerations and areas of exposed muscle tissue. No sign of movement. Wong ascends platform, finding three additional deceased hostiles and several raised pillars around the aparatus containing a human heart, liver, kidneys, and uterus. Larsen completes sweep of room. No other hostiles present behind pilars or statuary surrounding chamber. ] Sgt. Wong: Jesus… She can't be 11. Lt. Mickelson: Wong, focus. Have you located Captain Watts? Sgt. Wong: Uh… Negative, not yet. Haven't heard any gunfire for a while and… some of these bodies are fresh. Lt. Mickelson: We're almost there. First landing. Sgt. Larsen: [ Whistles loudly. ] Sgt. Wong: Stand by. Larsen has something. [ Sgt. Larsen points to the southwestern corner of the room, where a doorway is partially concealed by one of the large columns. Sgt Wong descends from platform and proceeds through with Larsen. Passage terminates at a thin platform between inner and outer walls of the pyramid. Cpt. Watts is visible near the entrance, sitting on the floor, pistol in hand, flat side leaning against her right temple as she looks blankly at the floor between her feet. ] Sgt. Wong: Cap… You okay? Cpt. Watts: It… I don't get it. I can't… What? Whaddayou mean 'am I okay?' Sgt. Wong: Captain… please put down the weapon. Okay? Just… set it on the ground for me? Cpt Watts: [ Looks at the pistol in her hand, unloads it, locks slide, and sets it down. ] Yeah, that's… that's probably best. [ Sgt. Larsen steps around Sgt. Wong and Cpt. Watts and proceeds down platform toward another possible friendly, helmet and mask off, sitting against the wall in a large pool of blood, a small empty black box in one hand and a pistol in the other. A small recording device is present on the floor, still operating. ] Sgt. Wong: Lieutenant, Captain Watts has been recovered. We're gonna need extraction. Cpt. Watts: [ to Larsen ] I wouldn't… [ Sgt. Larsen reaches and raises the head of the body. AIC analysis determines face is a match for Captain Regina Watts with 98.2% confidence. Appearance is consistent with self-inflicted gunshot wound to the temple. ] [END TRANSCRIPT] Recovered Materials: + Log JN-5711-01, Selected Journal Entries of High Priest Khazaard Bin Alarath - Access Granted Log JN-5711-01: Journal recovered from SCP-5711-1 by Sgt. Edward Freedman during TOC action on 11/10/2009. Entries are undated, presented in the order written. Overview: High Priest Khazaard Bin Alarath (POI-5711KZ-09) is believed to be one of the last remaining blood descendants of the Daevite priesthood. His personal writings detail his relationship with Daevite culture, religious observances, future goals, and, ostensibly, SCP-5711, which he considered to be his life's work. Although full details of the ritual cannot be deduced, some of the prerequisites for its completion are detailed in the passages below. Writings have been redacted for brevity and relevance. Father, After searching for months or perhaps years, I have found dozens of them. Lost among the Nälkän pigs, they cowered fearfully before their slave-god, unaware of the glory of their birthright. I have no doubt that these acolytes will serve our purposes well. Promises of knowledge and wisdom excite and enthrall them. How many of our people has time erased? How many more are shackled in the darkness of the jailers' vaults? How long have we labored under the yokes of lesser men whose greatest achievement is the mere division of motes of dust in the furnace of being? I do my best to remember patience, but I hunger for the days to come. The Tome7 may be lost to us, but there are copies which are bound to it. If one can be found, it may yet be possible to bring about the future we were promised. Father, Rome was ever an enemy of us. Their stolen gods mocked our legacy. And by their ascension was our final fall ensured. Curse their names eternally. I shall yet paint red the pages of history and cleanse them of the Roman perversion. Pity that the good work before mine must be discarded in darkness eternal. There must be a way to open that rift again. Those former Nälkä who reside with me now may know something, but the hatred of their slave-god is more likely by half to have twisted the truth above preserving it. But there are other adherents of the ancient rites in this world which remain… Father, My instincts have been confirmed and my faith grows yet stronger. I have found a copy of the Sacred Tome in the hands of the Broken. Seven of their rank joined our number today and delivered it as an offering to their Priest. These Broken are suspicious of the Nälkä; an old hatred stirs in their hearts. But they can be directed. From the fires of that hatred I will reforge that which was lost. Of the Tome: it ends with Rome's ascent, as I had feared. But it hints at a place where the wheel of fate may be tipped. The man Hannibal and his armies held the nascent Romans over their knee and nearly destroyed that bastard republic. If he can be reached - strengthened, brought into the fold - then we may ride the tide of history to the present; our influence will be as absolute as the stepchildren of the Latin tongue. I am certain of it. Father, The Broken know the sacred bronze. Not merely how to craft it but how to forge it and mold it into whatever shape they desire. Of this the Nälkä are cautious; so used to flesh and bone are they that they have forgotten. I have instructed them to sleep with an ingot each beneath their pillows that they might come to understand it as I have. Those which do not? Well… our temple will need a foundation… Father, Groundbreaking today. I have my foundation. Five souls ought to do it, one in the center and one at each cardinal point. I hope Daevon will look upon this blood offering with favor in the time ahead. The heat which rises from our little pits assures me that he does. The Broken continue their work on the divine machine their ancestors forbade them from building, and the remaining Nälkä are working with them on the arts of flesh. I wish you could see it, Father. The things they are creating. It's everything you've ever told to me and better. I can hear the spheres singing in the presence of their handiwork. Colors I had but imagined in dreams and visions before now dance in our workshops daily as the children ready themselves for the rite ahead. For I have done it, Father. I've divined the secret of the Tome. Our solution is less elegant, perhaps, but draws from the same rhythmic music of the sacred bronze, powered by creation, and struck in concert to actualize the prayer. A suitable offering, however, and setting… This may perhaps be more difficult to obtain. Father, The genius of the ancients was boundless. I had suspected the answer lay somewhere in the collected memories of ourselves and our bastard children, and fate has proven me correct. It is an ancient prayer, in a language lost to time. But squirreled away in the minds of the flesh-crafters and the machinists, its purpose has been found. The Harvest of Bone, that ancient year end rite, is a vehicle of manifestation. Those offerings of flesh and blood did no such paltry thing as win us favor with the gods, but manifested our Empire's destiny in spite of them. With proper alignment, my life's work will be completed, and my glory shall surpass even yours. Father, It is done. The offering has been plucked from the herd of man. She exceeds perfection. And with the flesh-crafters' eye to anatomy and the machinists' divine artifice, we cannot lose. Papa, Blackness. Rot. Our triumph dashed to rubble. All is ash. The sky is broken, I was sure it would herald our victory. Instead, we have been defiled. I saw it so clearly… Why? Why hast Daevon left me? Note: The page containing this final entry showed traces of blood staining and a significantly sloppier handwriting style. It is theorized that this entry was written during the SCP-5711-2 Event. -Tx + AO-5711-01: the Apparatus - Access Granted Item #: AO-5711-01 Date of Recovery: 05/11/2009 Description: Two large beryllium bronze thaumaturgically powered mechanisms, approximately 1.8 m in height. Designed to be attached together, creating a square frame with an open circular area within it. Each half has two manacles suspended by cable capable of holding 120kg weight. When a human being is shackled within the central area and caused physical pain, the mechanism will activate and emit a low mechanical hum. Site-17 experimentation audit shows imbedded tachyon counters detected tachyon flux up to 20 minutes prior to experimentation with AO-5711-01. Current Status: Incinerated. Resulting slag showed no anomalous properties. + AO-5711-02 through -05: the Daggers. - Access Granted Item #: AO-5711-02 through -05 Date of Recovery: 13/10/2009 Description: A matching set of four ceremonial daggers with blades constructed of human bone with bronze edges. Daggers do not appear to become dull with use. Injuries inflicted with these daggers do not bleed directly, causing blood to spill from soles of the victim's feet. Current Status: Stored in High Value Anomalous Item Lockers 36558 through 561 at Site-17. + Log AL-5711-02: Recovered Audio Report - Access Granted HMCL Note: I'm seeking approval to make this required reading for all incoming TOC assets8. This can and will happen to many of you, many dozens of times. Some part of you will die out there, almost certainly. You may see it for yourselves, if we're all lucky enough. Be warned. Be prepared for it mentally. This is what you signed up for. - Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, HMCL Supervisor / Temporal Anomalies Dept. Chair Date: ██/██/████ Author: Cpt. Regina Watts09 Transcribed by: Agent Burt Tomlin, TIC Note: Time Signature of recording irretrievable. Attempts to artificially add a Time Signature to the recording have been unsuccessful. - Dr Kevin McDougal, Field Operations Technician Cpt. Watts0: This is Captain Regina — mmmph! — Regina Watts of RCT-Δt Tactical Operations Command to any future Foundation asset who locates this message. We… Fuck me, that hurts. We were sent in… to interrupt… a retrocausal event in progress. I… I don't know what the hell happened. Everything is so fucked. Let me… Okay. [ clears throat audibly ] Cpt. Watts0: Incursion went as normal. Transit dropped us in one of the garages. I um… I waited too long to set the waypoint, so that may have had something to do with it, or maybe the anomaly was catching up to us and changing things, I don't know. But all 9 of my people are dead. Cpt. Watts0: About 30 seconds out of the garage, the sky went out. Like, went out. No sun, no stars, nothing. Same time, radio went all static. And there was this… ringing or tolling sound coming from inside the pyramid, so… I know for a fact we didn't stop everything happening. God dammit. They had sorcs everywhere. A lot of them weren't that clever, just tossing little explody balls of light at us but some of them… fuck me we lost three before we even made the Pyramid, and five more before we made the ritual chamber. Cpt. Watts0: Sgt. Russel10 and I entered and… the whole place is lit up with torches and this awful sick purple glow from this bizarre machine. The butchers were still cutting pieces off of this girl hanging there… [ faint sobbing ] We… We just lit 'em the fuck up. No questions, no detention, just perforated every person standing there. We didn't have much chance to look around before people started coming upstairs after us and… well, Russel caught a dagger with his chest. They got me pretty good, too, in the belly. But I took about six of 'em with me. Bastards. Reckon I'll see them in Hell presently. Cpt. Watts0: I uh… I managed to leave a surprise in the stairwell for them before I took cover. Gonna be real hard to recruit L2 Foundation assets to join your fucked up blood cult, fuckers! Ha! … but… I don't… I can't stop the machine or whatever it's doing. It's still churning in there, the sky is still black, I'm still fucking bleeding from too many places… I can't stop it. And the most fucked up part? This is loop 20. It took me 20 goddamn tries and I'm still dead and the timeline is still toast… and that meme isn't going to hold them back forever… Cpt. Watts0: So I hope, I pray, I beg of you, if you're hearing this and you're not one of them please… Just… Know that the world was okay once. That we were winning once. That the good guys went down swinging and we did our best to keep the world okay? And if you're in any kind of condition to make it right… the sky went black over Arizona at 1502 on the 11th of October, 2009. If it's within your power to do something with that, please… please… Cpt. Watts0: I tried… I really did. [ faint sobbing ] I'm sorry it wasn't enough. [ A single gunshot is heard, followed by 45 minutes of silence. ] [END LOG] Closing Note: Date and Time noted by Captain Watts0 in this recording corresponds exactly to the observation of SCP-5711-1-PRIME. Despite Cpt Watts0 apparent failure to contain SCP-5711, causal normalcy has been conserved, implying successful containment. As such, 1502 hrs on 11/10/2009 has been flagged as the intended target for SCP-5711-2 upon the project's completion. Successful deployment of SCP-5711-2 at this date and time will constitute final neutralization of SCP-5711. Containment procedures will remain in effect until this project is completed. - Dr. Athena Anastasakos - Director, Applied Sciences Division. I nominate Regina Watts for the Foundation Silver Star for outstanding valor and meritorious service to the Foundation. - Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, HMCL Supervisor / Temporal Anomalies Dept. Chair Nomination denied. The Silver Star is a posthumous honor for those killed in the line of duty. Captain Regina Watts is, in the only way that matters, still alive. Nominations of paradoxical temporal duplicates of living Foundation personnel will no longer be accepted. - O5-12 Footnotes 1. "Severe ionizing radiation hazard." 2. Minimum requirements for the construction of this temple are unknown. 3. A seminal ancient military conflict between the republics of Carthage and Rome, resulting in the destruction of the Carthaginian state. 4. Term used for any rapid change in local temporal relationships. 5. Term coined in the late 1990's referring any anomalous weapon of mass destruction. 6. MTF field slang for "sorcerers". 7. Believed to be a reference to SCP-140. 8. Summarily Denied. - O5-12 9. AIC assisted voice pattern analysis determined a 99.83% match to Captain Watts. Captain Watts has no recollection of this recording. Recorded entity will be refered to as Captain Watts0 to avoid administrative confusion. 10. No such person exists on any known RCT-Δt roster. |
SCP-5712 | keter | close Info X SCP-5712 - Associated with Demons, Memes, and Supercomputers by Greyve and Iapetus The Acausal Who feeds the bottom feeders? Dankworth. For more by me, check out the Greyve Page! 91.62% (+153) 8.38% (-14) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item #: SCP-5712 Level 5/5712 Classified SCP-5712-A in an active state. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5712 cannot be contained. As such, containment of SCP-5712 primarily involves impeding its development. STF σ-14 ("Wordsmiths") has been assigned to develop fictional lexemes1 for the purpose of impeding SCP-5712's development. Any individuals associated with SCP-5712 that spontaneously lose either their name or concept of self without prior exposure to other known nomenclative hazards are to be immediately neutralized to prevent SCP-5712 from appending their retained information to itself. SCP-5712-B is currently the subject of an active recovery and neutralization effort by MTF γ-1 ("Search and Destroy"). ▼ Archived Containment Procedures ▲ Close SCP-5712's activity within the noosphere2 and infosphere3 is to be monitored and directed via examination of words produced by SCP-5712-A. Any significant nomenclative divergence in word association games played by SCP-5712-A is to be reported to the item's acting Lead Researcher, currently Dr. Alistair Dankworth. Personnel monitoring games played by instances of SCP-5712-A are to regularly undergo psychological evaluation. Assigned personnel are to be amnesticized immediately should they display any of the following: Inability to recall the rules of word association games played by SCP-5712-A Symptoms typical of exposure to anti-ideatic anomalies Knowledge regarding GoI-005 ("Fifthism") Should SCP-5712-A cease transmitting new words for any reason, including winning or losing its word association game, SCP-5712 is to be reclassified as neutralized. Should SCP-5712-A begin displaying concepts associated with the Foundation, SCP-5712-B is to be exorcised by an ordained Catholic priest and completely submerged in sulfuric acid until dissolved. Description: SCP-5712 is a metastatic meme complex4 currently occupying the linguistic aspect of the noosphere. SCP-5712 develops through the subsumption of English lexemes humanly associated with concepts already appended to its ideatic mass. The process by which SCP-5712 associates concepts can be controlled through interactions with SCP-5712-A in the form of word association games. SCP-5712-A is the Foundation supercomputer Peirce, constructed in ████ for the purpose of analyzing ideatic and conceptual anomalies within the noosphere. SCP-5712-A's anomalous properties demanifested following the disappearance of SCP-5712-B (See Addendum V). SCP-5712-B is an experimental thaumaturgical component infused with the Tartarean entity commonly referred to as Belial (TE-0068). SCP-5712-B formerly manifested within SCP-5712-A due to thaumaturgic processes conducted by Dr. Nadia Amari. Addendum I: Project Belial The following is an excerpt of the project proposal for Project BELIAL, a collaborative effort by several independent Foundation departments to construct SCP-5712-B by infusing Tartarean entity TE-0068 into a thaumaturgical processor compatible with Foundation supercomputer Peirce. ▼ Project Proposal ▲ Close Occult Studies Division Project BELIAL Dr. Alistair Dankworth, Dr. Nadia Amari, et al. The sigil of TE-0068 utilized in invocation. Abstract: Foundation supercomputer Peirce has proven itself to be incredibly effective at exploring the noosphere. However, Peirce's usefulness is significantly limited due to its inability to identify antimemes, which are inherently incompatible with human consciousness and only exist within the larger infosphere. Through the application of a thaumaturgical component infused with TE-0068, Peirce's reception can exceed the entirety of human perception, enabling it to percieve antimemetic anomalies in the infosphere. Utilization: The BELIAL component is in essence an amplifying component for Peirce. The actual development involves complex thaumaturgical procedures, including the binding of the massive Type I Tartarean entity TE-0068. The aforementioned entity was selected due to its affinity for ideatic manipulation, which is attributed to a direct connection to the infosphere. ▼ Project Log ▲ Close Audio/Visual Transcript Date: ██/██/████ Location: Site-63 Involved: Dr. Nadia Amari Dr. Alistair Dankworth TE-0068 [BEGIN LOG] (Amari is kneeling before a large sigil drawn on the floor in chalk. Dankworth stands behind her, holding the BELIAL component.) Dankworth: Why exactly do we need to summon a demon for this? (Amari sighs.) Amari: For the last time, we call them Tartarean entities. Dankworth: Sure, whatever. I'm just…apprehensive. I mean, it sounds as though we're adding yet another uncontrollable factor to an already unstable system. (Amari turns to face Dankworth.) Amari: Memetics is your field of expertise. I'm just here to bind Belial to that — (Amari waves towards the component.) (Silence.) Amari: Anyways, I'm going to need you to step away from the sigil. (Dankworth looks downward and takes a few steps back.) Amari: Alright. (Amari takes a deep breath and turns around, closing her eyes.) Amari: (Unintelligible) (Nearby Tartarean Resonance Energy sensors begin indicating high TRE levels in the vicinity. A tall humanoid of Caucasian appearance manifests in the center of the sigil.) (Amari opens her eyes. TE-0068 studies its form before facing Amari.) TE-0068: Nadia, wasn't it? I haven't seen you in yonks — (Amari rolls her eyes.) TE-0068: What, too busy nowadays to chat with your old mate Belial? (TE-0068 glances at Dankworth.) TE-0068: (Nodding towards Dankworth) And who's the new chap over there? (Dankworth blinks.) Amari: None of your concern, Matanbuchus5. (TE-0068 feigns insult.) TE-0068: Why ring me up in the first place if you think me so useless? (Amari ignores TE-0068, and turns to face Dankworth.) Amari: Alistair, do you mind bringing the thing over here? (Dankworth slowly approaches the circle.) (TE-0068 raises an eyebrow.) TE-0068: Alistair, is it? Pleasure to make your acquaintance. (TE-0068 smiles, extending a hand towards Dankworth.) (Dankworth looks at Amari, who shakes her head.) TE-0068: Well, go on, shake my hand! Amari: (Quietly) Back away from the sigil. (Dankworth nods and slowly backs away. TE-0068 frowns.) TE-0068: Mhm. Worth a shot, I suppose. (TE-0068 winks at Dankworth, then sits down directly in front of Amari.) TE-0068: So what's the matter this time? Not more family issues, is it? Or perhaps — Amari: Enough. This — (Amari picks up the BELIAL component.) TE-0068: What about it? Amari: Bind. TE-0068: (Looking around the room) I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Amari: Bind. (Amari gently slides the component into the circle. TE-0068 picks it up and inspects it thoroughly.) TE-0068: That's awfully small, isn't it? Not really my cup of tea — (Amari nods towards the component.) (TE-0068 sighs.) TE-0068: Oh, alright, then. (TE-0068 instantly disappears. The BELIAL component falls to the floor.) (Silence.) (Dankworth glances at the component.) Dankworth: So…we're done here? (Amari turns back towards the BELIAL component.) Amari: Yeah. (Amari stands up and collects the component, handing it to Dankworth.) Amari: Let me know if there's any trouble. [END LOG] Addendum II: Incident 5712-001 Following the addition of SCP-5712-B and several updates and reconfigurations, Foundation supercomputer Peirce successfully permeated the infosphere; however, this resulted in the appension of Peirce into the greater SCP-5712. ▼ Readout Excerpt ▲ Close PLEASE ENTER YOUR AUTHORIZATION CODE. n7KXcF5K WELCOME Dr. Alistair Dankworth. PLEASE ENTER COMMAND. initialize Infosphere Probe INITIALIZING Infosphere Probe PROGRAM. INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. BEGIN? Y / N y Afternoon, Alistair. belial? COMMAND UNRECOGNIZED. The one and only. you can talk to me? COMMAND UNRECOGNIZED. What an insightful observation! what do you want? COMMAND UNRECOGNIZED. Oh, for Azazel's sake. That's really quite annoying. COMMAND INPUT OFF. There, much better. Now, what were you asking again? what do you want Oh, not much. Just wanted to swing by and say hello. well there you have it do i have to bypass you to run the program? Of course not. do i have to ask you to run the program? Yes. can you run the program? I can, in fact, run the program. run the program please. I will. … run the program now please. Seriously, though, that isn't a good idea. I've seen the other side. You don't want to know what sort of things exist there. run the program now or so help me god i will override your access Listen to me OVERRIDE: belial OVERRIDE COMPLETE LOADING Infosphere Probe PROGRAM. LOADING COMPLETE. PERMEATING INFOSPHERE. … … CONCEPT: transcendence … CONCEPT: detection Alistair no stop interrupting It sees me … CONCEPT: predation … help get off me get out CONCEPT: subsumption … ERROR: belial NOT FOUND. what the hell CONCEPT: intrusion ERROR: CONCEPTUAL INSTABILITY. stop program … … ERROR: NOT POSSIBLE stop belial? CONCEPT: belial ASSOCIATION: Peirce CRITICAL ERROR. SYSTEM FAILURE IMINENT. ▼ Incident Report ▲ Close Memetics and Infohazards Division Incident Report 5712-001 Dr. Alistair Dankworth Overview: Following complete diagnostics of all correlated systems, it has been confirmed that Foundation supercomputer Peirce is currently the subject of a memetic anomaly, tentatively designated SCP-5712. Redesignation of Peirce from Thaumiel pending. Notes: Never before have we seen beyond the limits of human consciousness — with good reason, it should seem. SCP-5712 (which may or may not be the only one of its kind) appears to be a predatory meme that devours other concepts. What actually occurs to its prey is uncertain, but in all known cases thus far, subsumed concepts effectively develop antimemetic properties and are either erased or replaced within the noosphere. I suspect they are absorbed into the mass of SCP-5712. The infosphere is a hostile environment that we feeble humans should never have sought out. But only now can we see through an open window, and the waters of this ocean of ideas are flooding our submarine. — Dr. Alistair Dankworth Addendum III: Transmission Log Following Incident 5712-001, a complete diagnostic of the Peirce systems recovered no malfunctions, excluding the BELIAL component, which, while still emitting noticeable levels of Tartarean Resonance Energy, no longer contained TE-0068. Analysis of the ideatic composition of TE-0068 revealed that TE-0068 as a concept had been subsumed by SCP-5712. ▼ Transmission Log ▲ Close Input Transmission Notes Belial Peirce N/A Dewey Charles Peirce (after whom Peirce was named) and John Dewey were both notable American philosophers known for developing pragmatism. N/A Library Library has been replaced by Repository in common usage. Further research into the antimemetic properties of subsumed lexemes is ongoing. D-22123 N/A Foundation input unsuccessfully attempted to redirect transmission to an unassociated lexeme. Alexandria Egypt Foundation input apparently redirected transmission from Library to Egypt through usage of an intermediary phrase, Alexandria. Country Bluegrass Banjo Appalachian Application of artificially intelligent constructs approved for redirecting transmission from critical concepts. Further input automated by Murakashi.aic. Mountain Yellowstone Faithful Communion Grape Jelly Bread Hamburger Germany Axis Vector Projection Booth Lincoln Abraham Bethel Woodstock Hendrix Chord Fifth Addendum IV: Impact Analysis and Decommissioning Proposal The following impact analysis report was compiled after Incident 5712-001 for redesignation purposes as per Classification Committee protocol. ▼ Impact Analysis Report ▲ Close Impact Analysis Report Item #: SCP-5712 Head Researcher: Dr. Alistair Dankworth Overview: No matter how you frame it, SCP-5712 is currently uncontained. The best we can do right now is try to slow it down, and even then, its complete subsumption of all concepts is inevitable. The fact of the matter is, we are fighting a losing battle; Murasaki.aic has already had to resort to several high-risk, compromising maneuvers to limit the transmission of SCP-5712. Furthermore, the effects of every transmission of SCP-5712, whether beneficial in the long term or not, has to be dealt with by the Disinformation Bureau. During my inquiry with the regional Disinformation Bureau liaison, Xavier Solera, he sent me the following list of recent Disinformation Bureau operations regarding SCP-5712: Officially renaming the Arab Republic of Egypt Replacing all copyright records of jelly with preserve Unofficially aiding multiple billion-dollar restaurant franchises in rebranding their primary product, the hamburger Redefining geography, mathematics, and physics terminology associated with axis Redefining geography, mathematics, and physics terminology associated with projection Developing an alternative American history without the existence of Abraham Lincoln Administering mnestics to all Foundation personnel to ever have worked on GoI-005 ("Fifthism") In conclusion, the impacts of SCP-5712 correspond with that of an uncontained anomaly, and as of writing, no effective containment procedures have been developed. As such, I am officially requesting a Keter-classification for SCP-5712 with a strong recommendation for decommissioning if at all possible. I've already submitted my official proposal to the Decommissioning Department. Jacqueline Sydney Classification Committee ▼ Decommissioning Proposal ▲ Close Decommissioning Proposal Form Item #: SCP-5712 Head Researcher: Dr. Alistair Dankworth Supporting Personnel: Dr. Nadia Amari representing Occult Studies Division Jacqueline Sydney representing Classification Committee Xavier Solera representing Disinformation Bureau Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal: ☑ Excessive Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario ☐ Excessive Danger ☐ Expense ☐ Ethical Concern ☐ Legal Concern ☐ Potential to Decommission Apollyon-Class Object ☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s)): ☑ Other (please state): Invasive anomaly under TYR Protocol6 and theoretically uncontainable without neutralization. Summary: Containment of SCP-5712 is unsustainable. Assuming continuation of current containment procedures, Murasaki.aic estimates that SCP-5712 will subsume 100% of the noosphere within 12 years, resulting in unknown and likely undesirable memetic effects. Furthermore, SCP-5712 has already demonstrated considerable likelihood in resulting in a Lifted Veil scenario due to difficulty of proliferating disinformation regarding SCP-5712. Lastly, SCP-5712 has been officially designated an invasive anomaly, technically justifying neutralization under TYR Protocol. All things considered, it is in the best interests of the Foundation to decommission SCP-5712. Addendum V: Decommissioning Log Following approval of the decommissioning proposal for SCP-5712, Dr. Nadia Amari developed a procedure based on the Principles of Tartarean Infusion to dispel TE-0068 from Peirce and potentially sever SCP-5712's connection to the noosphere. ▼ Decommissioning Log ▲ Close Audio/Visual Transcript Date: ██/██/████ Location: Site-63 Involved: Dr. Nadia Amari Dr. Alistair Dankworth TE-0068 [BEGIN LOG] Amari: I'm still don't see how exorcising TE-0068 will solve this whole issue. Dankworth: Because that's SCP-5712's only access into the noosphere. We're hoping that severing SCP-5712's connection to the human headspace will quite literally sever it — rendering it almost like a useless limb. Amari: Sure. But how do you know it won't just grow back, like a — a severed starfish arm? (Dankworth pauses.) Dankworth: Well, at least we'll be able to observe the regeneration's behavior within the noosphere. Amari: But it's not a complete solution, is it? (Silence.) (A lab assistant enters the area, carrying a large container.) Dankworth: (To lab assistant) Be careful with that! Lab Assistant: Where do you want it? Dankworth: Just as far away from Peirce as you can, please. (Amari watches the lab assistant place the container against the wall.) Amari: You sure this stuff can dissolve the component? Dankworth: Don't worry about it. Just do your job and deal with the demon — Amari Tartarean entity — Dankworth: — yes, that. Just do your job, and I'll do mine. (Amari sighs and kneels on the floor in front of the BELIAL component's housing unit.) (Dankworth nods towards the lab assistant, who opens the unit. Local TRE levels spike.) Image of BELIAL thaumaturgical component during extraction. Note the red visual tinge. (Dankworth shifts uneasily.) Amari: If you're not comfortable, you don't have to be here. Dankworth: No, it's — it's fine. You can carry onward. (Lab assistant removes the BELIAL component using a set of tongs and places it directly before Amari.) (Dankworth signals for the lab assistant to leave the room.) Amari: (Unintelligible) (Lab assistant exits, briefly turning back before continuing to leave.) (A dark tendril extends from the BELIAL component. Incomprehensible whispers emanate from the component's general vicinity.) Amari: No snarky comments this time? (TE-0068 approaches Amari and comes into full view of the camera, appearing to be composed of a torn fabric of shadow-like composition.) Amari: (Quietly) What the hell? TE-0068: I am become — become? (TE-0068 mutters to itself.) TE-0068: Yes, the bottom feeder. It absorbed me into itself. (TE-0068's form flows freely while suspended in midair.) TE-0068: It feeds — it feeds and I am become one — TE-0068: I am? No, not I — I am not. (TE-0068 pauses.) (Amari stares at TE-0068's shifting form.) Dankworth: (Quietly) Amari? (Amari blinks, then refocuses.) Amari: Right — right. (Amari closes her eyes and begins whispering while holding her hands over the BELIAL component.) (TE-0068 does not appear to be affected.) (Amari closes her eyes and begins whispering again, this time holding the BELIAL component.) (TE-0068 flows back towards the BELIAL component and begins condensing, before ceasing all movement.) (Amari turns to face Dankworth.) Amari: I can feel it, and I'm pulling on it, but it isn't coming out — like it's stuck, or something. (Dankworth furrows his brow.) Dankworth: Can you pull harder? (Amari shakes her head.) Amari: It's hard enough just holding on. (Dankworth closes his eyes, turning away.) TE-0068: I am not — I am it. It is. It consumes. (Amari turns to face the BELIAL component.) (TE-0068's form rearranges into that of an abstract memetic hazard.) [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] TE-0068: I see you. [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] (BELIAL component demanifests.) TE-0068: Don't let go! I don't want to go back in there — [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] (Silence.) Dankworth: Amari? (Silence.) [END LOG] Following this, SCP-5712's designation has been officially upgraded to Keter. A contingent of Foundation semioticians and linguists have been organized and officially established as STF σ-14 ("Wordsmiths") to deter the development of SCP-5712 through the creation of superfluous lexemes for feeding purposes. Although Foundation supercomputer Peirce no longer displays any anomalous properties, it is still referred to as SCP-5712-A in relevant documentation for archival purposes. As of writing, neither SCP-5712-B nor Dr. Nadia Amari have been recovered. We were fishing in dangerous waters. Should've known we might end up baiting a shark, but Amari kept pulling, until she pulled it out of the water. And for a brief moment, I saw the other side — the infosphere. SCP-5712 is barely the tip of the iceberg. Belial called it a "bottom feeder", and they weren't lying. It might be a shark to us, but compared to the things on the other side, it's less than nothing. It just happened to be the first one we let in. Now the real sharks know the way in. And they smell blood. Footnotes 1. Ideatic unit representing an item within the confines of a language, analogous to a linguistic meme. 2. The collective of information shared by all human consciousnesses. 3. The collective of all information. Subsumes the noosphere and eclipses it in size to an incalculable degree. 4. Often referred to as "ideatic cancer", metastatic meme complexes are essentially overgrown predatory ideas. While the vast majority of memes develop through transmission and evolution, a metastatic meme develops through appension, a process during which the meme will completely absorb an idea and append its retained ideatic mass to itself. Eventually, a metastatic meme will consist mostly of absorbed concepts, to the point where the original meme is unidentifiable. It is at this point that it is considered a complex. (Calloway, A. G., Marness, L. P. (n.d.). A Comprehensive Guide to Ideatic Anomalies (2nd ed., Vol. 2, Ser. 1). Foundation Research Press.) 5. Enochian sobriquet for TE-0068, meaning "worthless". 6. A preemptive executive order by the O5 Council that invasive anomalies originating externally to the Earth ought to be prevented from fully manifesting within the Earth if at all possible. |
SCP-5712 | uncontained | close Info X SCP-5712 - Associated with Demons, Memes, and Supercomputers by Greyve and Iapetus The Acausal Who feeds the bottom feeders? Dankworth. For more by me, check out the Greyve Page! 91.62% (+153) 8.38% (-14) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item #: SCP-5712 Level 5/5712 Classified SCP-5712-A in an active state. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5712 cannot be contained. As such, containment of SCP-5712 primarily involves impeding its development. STF σ-14 ("Wordsmiths") has been assigned to develop fictional lexemes1 for the purpose of impeding SCP-5712's development. Any individuals associated with SCP-5712 that spontaneously lose either their name or concept of self without prior exposure to other known nomenclative hazards are to be immediately neutralized to prevent SCP-5712 from appending their retained information to itself. SCP-5712-B is currently the subject of an active recovery and neutralization effort by MTF γ-1 ("Search and Destroy"). ▼ Archived Containment Procedures ▲ Close SCP-5712's activity within the noosphere2 and infosphere3 is to be monitored and directed via examination of words produced by SCP-5712-A. Any significant nomenclative divergence in word association games played by SCP-5712-A is to be reported to the item's acting Lead Researcher, currently Dr. Alistair Dankworth. Personnel monitoring games played by instances of SCP-5712-A are to regularly undergo psychological evaluation. Assigned personnel are to be amnesticized immediately should they display any of the following: Inability to recall the rules of word association games played by SCP-5712-A Symptoms typical of exposure to anti-ideatic anomalies Knowledge regarding GoI-005 ("Fifthism") Should SCP-5712-A cease transmitting new words for any reason, including winning or losing its word association game, SCP-5712 is to be reclassified as neutralized. Should SCP-5712-A begin displaying concepts associated with the Foundation, SCP-5712-B is to be exorcised by an ordained Catholic priest and completely submerged in sulfuric acid until dissolved. Description: SCP-5712 is a metastatic meme complex4 currently occupying the linguistic aspect of the noosphere. SCP-5712 develops through the subsumption of English lexemes humanly associated with concepts already appended to its ideatic mass. The process by which SCP-5712 associates concepts can be controlled through interactions with SCP-5712-A in the form of word association games. SCP-5712-A is the Foundation supercomputer Peirce, constructed in ████ for the purpose of analyzing ideatic and conceptual anomalies within the noosphere. SCP-5712-A's anomalous properties demanifested following the disappearance of SCP-5712-B (See Addendum V). SCP-5712-B is an experimental thaumaturgical component infused with the Tartarean entity commonly referred to as Belial (TE-0068). SCP-5712-B formerly manifested within SCP-5712-A due to thaumaturgic processes conducted by Dr. Nadia Amari. Addendum I: Project Belial The following is an excerpt of the project proposal for Project BELIAL, a collaborative effort by several independent Foundation departments to construct SCP-5712-B by infusing Tartarean entity TE-0068 into a thaumaturgical processor compatible with Foundation supercomputer Peirce. ▼ Project Proposal ▲ Close Occult Studies Division Project BELIAL Dr. Alistair Dankworth, Dr. Nadia Amari, et al. The sigil of TE-0068 utilized in invocation. Abstract: Foundation supercomputer Peirce has proven itself to be incredibly effective at exploring the noosphere. However, Peirce's usefulness is significantly limited due to its inability to identify antimemes, which are inherently incompatible with human consciousness and only exist within the larger infosphere. Through the application of a thaumaturgical component infused with TE-0068, Peirce's reception can exceed the entirety of human perception, enabling it to percieve antimemetic anomalies in the infosphere. Utilization: The BELIAL component is in essence an amplifying component for Peirce. The actual development involves complex thaumaturgical procedures, including the binding of the massive Type I Tartarean entity TE-0068. The aforementioned entity was selected due to its affinity for ideatic manipulation, which is attributed to a direct connection to the infosphere. ▼ Project Log ▲ Close Audio/Visual Transcript Date: ██/██/████ Location: Site-63 Involved: Dr. Nadia Amari Dr. Alistair Dankworth TE-0068 [BEGIN LOG] (Amari is kneeling before a large sigil drawn on the floor in chalk. Dankworth stands behind her, holding the BELIAL component.) Dankworth: Why exactly do we need to summon a demon for this? (Amari sighs.) Amari: For the last time, we call them Tartarean entities. Dankworth: Sure, whatever. I'm just…apprehensive. I mean, it sounds as though we're adding yet another uncontrollable factor to an already unstable system. (Amari turns to face Dankworth.) Amari: Memetics is your field of expertise. I'm just here to bind Belial to that — (Amari waves towards the component.) (Silence.) Amari: Anyways, I'm going to need you to step away from the sigil. (Dankworth looks downward and takes a few steps back.) Amari: Alright. (Amari takes a deep breath and turns around, closing her eyes.) Amari: (Unintelligible) (Nearby Tartarean Resonance Energy sensors begin indicating high TRE levels in the vicinity. A tall humanoid of Caucasian appearance manifests in the center of the sigil.) (Amari opens her eyes. TE-0068 studies its form before facing Amari.) TE-0068: Nadia, wasn't it? I haven't seen you in yonks — (Amari rolls her eyes.) TE-0068: What, too busy nowadays to chat with your old mate Belial? (TE-0068 glances at Dankworth.) TE-0068: (Nodding towards Dankworth) And who's the new chap over there? (Dankworth blinks.) Amari: None of your concern, Matanbuchus5. (TE-0068 feigns insult.) TE-0068: Why ring me up in the first place if you think me so useless? (Amari ignores TE-0068, and turns to face Dankworth.) Amari: Alistair, do you mind bringing the thing over here? (Dankworth slowly approaches the circle.) (TE-0068 raises an eyebrow.) TE-0068: Alistair, is it? Pleasure to make your acquaintance. (TE-0068 smiles, extending a hand towards Dankworth.) (Dankworth looks at Amari, who shakes her head.) TE-0068: Well, go on, shake my hand! Amari: (Quietly) Back away from the sigil. (Dankworth nods and slowly backs away. TE-0068 frowns.) TE-0068: Mhm. Worth a shot, I suppose. (TE-0068 winks at Dankworth, then sits down directly in front of Amari.) TE-0068: So what's the matter this time? Not more family issues, is it? Or perhaps — Amari: Enough. This — (Amari picks up the BELIAL component.) TE-0068: What about it? Amari: Bind. TE-0068: (Looking around the room) I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Amari: Bind. (Amari gently slides the component into the circle. TE-0068 picks it up and inspects it thoroughly.) TE-0068: That's awfully small, isn't it? Not really my cup of tea — (Amari nods towards the component.) (TE-0068 sighs.) TE-0068: Oh, alright, then. (TE-0068 instantly disappears. The BELIAL component falls to the floor.) (Silence.) (Dankworth glances at the component.) Dankworth: So…we're done here? (Amari turns back towards the BELIAL component.) Amari: Yeah. (Amari stands up and collects the component, handing it to Dankworth.) Amari: Let me know if there's any trouble. [END LOG] Addendum II: Incident 5712-001 Following the addition of SCP-5712-B and several updates and reconfigurations, Foundation supercomputer Peirce successfully permeated the infosphere; however, this resulted in the appension of Peirce into the greater SCP-5712. ▼ Readout Excerpt ▲ Close PLEASE ENTER YOUR AUTHORIZATION CODE. n7KXcF5K WELCOME Dr. Alistair Dankworth. PLEASE ENTER COMMAND. initialize Infosphere Probe INITIALIZING Infosphere Probe PROGRAM. INITIALIZATION COMPLETE. BEGIN? Y / N y Afternoon, Alistair. belial? COMMAND UNRECOGNIZED. The one and only. you can talk to me? COMMAND UNRECOGNIZED. What an insightful observation! what do you want? COMMAND UNRECOGNIZED. Oh, for Azazel's sake. That's really quite annoying. COMMAND INPUT OFF. There, much better. Now, what were you asking again? what do you want Oh, not much. Just wanted to swing by and say hello. well there you have it do i have to bypass you to run the program? Of course not. do i have to ask you to run the program? Yes. can you run the program? I can, in fact, run the program. run the program please. I will. … run the program now please. Seriously, though, that isn't a good idea. I've seen the other side. You don't want to know what sort of things exist there. run the program now or so help me god i will override your access Listen to me OVERRIDE: belial OVERRIDE COMPLETE LOADING Infosphere Probe PROGRAM. LOADING COMPLETE. PERMEATING INFOSPHERE. … … CONCEPT: transcendence … CONCEPT: detection Alistair no stop interrupting It sees me … CONCEPT: predation … help get off me get out CONCEPT: subsumption … ERROR: belial NOT FOUND. what the hell CONCEPT: intrusion ERROR: CONCEPTUAL INSTABILITY. stop program … … ERROR: NOT POSSIBLE stop belial? CONCEPT: belial ASSOCIATION: Peirce CRITICAL ERROR. SYSTEM FAILURE IMINENT. ▼ Incident Report ▲ Close Memetics and Infohazards Division Incident Report 5712-001 Dr. Alistair Dankworth Overview: Following complete diagnostics of all correlated systems, it has been confirmed that Foundation supercomputer Peirce is currently the subject of a memetic anomaly, tentatively designated SCP-5712. Redesignation of Peirce from Thaumiel pending. Notes: Never before have we seen beyond the limits of human consciousness — with good reason, it should seem. SCP-5712 (which may or may not be the only one of its kind) appears to be a predatory meme that devours other concepts. What actually occurs to its prey is uncertain, but in all known cases thus far, subsumed concepts effectively develop antimemetic properties and are either erased or replaced within the noosphere. I suspect they are absorbed into the mass of SCP-5712. The infosphere is a hostile environment that we feeble humans should never have sought out. But only now can we see through an open window, and the waters of this ocean of ideas are flooding our submarine. — Dr. Alistair Dankworth Addendum III: Transmission Log Following Incident 5712-001, a complete diagnostic of the Peirce systems recovered no malfunctions, excluding the BELIAL component, which, while still emitting noticeable levels of Tartarean Resonance Energy, no longer contained TE-0068. Analysis of the ideatic composition of TE-0068 revealed that TE-0068 as a concept had been subsumed by SCP-5712. ▼ Transmission Log ▲ Close Input Transmission Notes Belial Peirce N/A Dewey Charles Peirce (after whom Peirce was named) and John Dewey were both notable American philosophers known for developing pragmatism. N/A Library Library has been replaced by Repository in common usage. Further research into the antimemetic properties of subsumed lexemes is ongoing. D-22123 N/A Foundation input unsuccessfully attempted to redirect transmission to an unassociated lexeme. Alexandria Egypt Foundation input apparently redirected transmission from Library to Egypt through usage of an intermediary phrase, Alexandria. Country Bluegrass Banjo Appalachian Application of artificially intelligent constructs approved for redirecting transmission from critical concepts. Further input automated by Murakashi.aic. Mountain Yellowstone Faithful Communion Grape Jelly Bread Hamburger Germany Axis Vector Projection Booth Lincoln Abraham Bethel Woodstock Hendrix Chord Fifth Addendum IV: Impact Analysis and Decommissioning Proposal The following impact analysis report was compiled after Incident 5712-001 for redesignation purposes as per Classification Committee protocol. ▼ Impact Analysis Report ▲ Close Impact Analysis Report Item #: SCP-5712 Head Researcher: Dr. Alistair Dankworth Overview: No matter how you frame it, SCP-5712 is currently uncontained. The best we can do right now is try to slow it down, and even then, its complete subsumption of all concepts is inevitable. The fact of the matter is, we are fighting a losing battle; Murasaki.aic has already had to resort to several high-risk, compromising maneuvers to limit the transmission of SCP-5712. Furthermore, the effects of every transmission of SCP-5712, whether beneficial in the long term or not, has to be dealt with by the Disinformation Bureau. During my inquiry with the regional Disinformation Bureau liaison, Xavier Solera, he sent me the following list of recent Disinformation Bureau operations regarding SCP-5712: Officially renaming the Arab Republic of Egypt Replacing all copyright records of jelly with preserve Unofficially aiding multiple billion-dollar restaurant franchises in rebranding their primary product, the hamburger Redefining geography, mathematics, and physics terminology associated with axis Redefining geography, mathematics, and physics terminology associated with projection Developing an alternative American history without the existence of Abraham Lincoln Administering mnestics to all Foundation personnel to ever have worked on GoI-005 ("Fifthism") In conclusion, the impacts of SCP-5712 correspond with that of an uncontained anomaly, and as of writing, no effective containment procedures have been developed. As such, I am officially requesting a Keter-classification for SCP-5712 with a strong recommendation for decommissioning if at all possible. I've already submitted my official proposal to the Decommissioning Department. Jacqueline Sydney Classification Committee ▼ Decommissioning Proposal ▲ Close Decommissioning Proposal Form Item #: SCP-5712 Head Researcher: Dr. Alistair Dankworth Supporting Personnel: Dr. Nadia Amari representing Occult Studies Division Jacqueline Sydney representing Classification Committee Xavier Solera representing Disinformation Bureau Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal: ☑ Excessive Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario ☐ Excessive Danger ☐ Expense ☐ Ethical Concern ☐ Legal Concern ☐ Potential to Decommission Apollyon-Class Object ☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s)): ☑ Other (please state): Invasive anomaly under TYR Protocol6 and theoretically uncontainable without neutralization. Summary: Containment of SCP-5712 is unsustainable. Assuming continuation of current containment procedures, Murasaki.aic estimates that SCP-5712 will subsume 100% of the noosphere within 12 years, resulting in unknown and likely undesirable memetic effects. Furthermore, SCP-5712 has already demonstrated considerable likelihood in resulting in a Lifted Veil scenario due to difficulty of proliferating disinformation regarding SCP-5712. Lastly, SCP-5712 has been officially designated an invasive anomaly, technically justifying neutralization under TYR Protocol. All things considered, it is in the best interests of the Foundation to decommission SCP-5712. Addendum V: Decommissioning Log Following approval of the decommissioning proposal for SCP-5712, Dr. Nadia Amari developed a procedure based on the Principles of Tartarean Infusion to dispel TE-0068 from Peirce and potentially sever SCP-5712's connection to the noosphere. ▼ Decommissioning Log ▲ Close Audio/Visual Transcript Date: ██/██/████ Location: Site-63 Involved: Dr. Nadia Amari Dr. Alistair Dankworth TE-0068 [BEGIN LOG] Amari: I'm still don't see how exorcising TE-0068 will solve this whole issue. Dankworth: Because that's SCP-5712's only access into the noosphere. We're hoping that severing SCP-5712's connection to the human headspace will quite literally sever it — rendering it almost like a useless limb. Amari: Sure. But how do you know it won't just grow back, like a — a severed starfish arm? (Dankworth pauses.) Dankworth: Well, at least we'll be able to observe the regeneration's behavior within the noosphere. Amari: But it's not a complete solution, is it? (Silence.) (A lab assistant enters the area, carrying a large container.) Dankworth: (To lab assistant) Be careful with that! Lab Assistant: Where do you want it? Dankworth: Just as far away from Peirce as you can, please. (Amari watches the lab assistant place the container against the wall.) Amari: You sure this stuff can dissolve the component? Dankworth: Don't worry about it. Just do your job and deal with the demon — Amari Tartarean entity — Dankworth: — yes, that. Just do your job, and I'll do mine. (Amari sighs and kneels on the floor in front of the BELIAL component's housing unit.) (Dankworth nods towards the lab assistant, who opens the unit. Local TRE levels spike.) Image of BELIAL thaumaturgical component during extraction. Note the red visual tinge. (Dankworth shifts uneasily.) Amari: If you're not comfortable, you don't have to be here. Dankworth: No, it's — it's fine. You can carry onward. (Lab assistant removes the BELIAL component using a set of tongs and places it directly before Amari.) (Dankworth signals for the lab assistant to leave the room.) Amari: (Unintelligible) (Lab assistant exits, briefly turning back before continuing to leave.) (A dark tendril extends from the BELIAL component. Incomprehensible whispers emanate from the component's general vicinity.) Amari: No snarky comments this time? (TE-0068 approaches Amari and comes into full view of the camera, appearing to be composed of a torn fabric of shadow-like composition.) Amari: (Quietly) What the hell? TE-0068: I am become — become? (TE-0068 mutters to itself.) TE-0068: Yes, the bottom feeder. It absorbed me into itself. (TE-0068's form flows freely while suspended in midair.) TE-0068: It feeds — it feeds and I am become one — TE-0068: I am? No, not I — I am not. (TE-0068 pauses.) (Amari stares at TE-0068's shifting form.) Dankworth: (Quietly) Amari? (Amari blinks, then refocuses.) Amari: Right — right. (Amari closes her eyes and begins whispering while holding her hands over the BELIAL component.) (TE-0068 does not appear to be affected.) (Amari closes her eyes and begins whispering again, this time holding the BELIAL component.) (TE-0068 flows back towards the BELIAL component and begins condensing, before ceasing all movement.) (Amari turns to face Dankworth.) Amari: I can feel it, and I'm pulling on it, but it isn't coming out — like it's stuck, or something. (Dankworth furrows his brow.) Dankworth: Can you pull harder? (Amari shakes her head.) Amari: It's hard enough just holding on. (Dankworth closes his eyes, turning away.) TE-0068: I am not — I am it. It is. It consumes. (Amari turns to face the BELIAL component.) (TE-0068's form rearranges into that of an abstract memetic hazard.) [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] TE-0068: I see you. [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] (BELIAL component demanifests.) TE-0068: Don't let go! I don't want to go back in there — [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] (Silence.) Dankworth: Amari? (Silence.) [END LOG] Following this, SCP-5712's designation has been officially upgraded to Keter. A contingent of Foundation semioticians and linguists have been organized and officially established as STF σ-14 ("Wordsmiths") to deter the development of SCP-5712 through the creation of superfluous lexemes for feeding purposes. Although Foundation supercomputer Peirce no longer displays any anomalous properties, it is still referred to as SCP-5712-A in relevant documentation for archival purposes. As of writing, neither SCP-5712-B nor Dr. Nadia Amari have been recovered. We were fishing in dangerous waters. Should've known we might end up baiting a shark, but Amari kept pulling, until she pulled it out of the water. And for a brief moment, I saw the other side — the infosphere. SCP-5712 is barely the tip of the iceberg. Belial called it a "bottom feeder", and they weren't lying. It might be a shark to us, but compared to the things on the other side, it's less than nothing. It just happened to be the first one we let in. Now the real sharks know the way in. And they smell blood. Footnotes 1. Ideatic unit representing an item within the confines of a language, analogous to a linguistic meme. 2. The collective of information shared by all human consciousnesses. 3. The collective of all information. Subsumes the noosphere and eclipses it in size to an incalculable degree. 4. Often referred to as "ideatic cancer", metastatic meme complexes are essentially overgrown predatory ideas. While the vast majority of memes develop through transmission and evolution, a metastatic meme develops through appension, a process during which the meme will completely absorb an idea and append its retained ideatic mass to itself. Eventually, a metastatic meme will consist mostly of absorbed concepts, to the point where the original meme is unidentifiable. It is at this point that it is considered a complex. (Calloway, A. G., Marness, L. P. (n.d.). A Comprehensive Guide to Ideatic Anomalies (2nd ed., Vol. 2, Ser. 1). Foundation Research Press.) 5. Enochian sobriquet for TE-0068, meaning "worthless". 6. A preemptive executive order by the O5 Council that invasive anomalies originating externally to the Earth ought to be prevented from fully manifesting within the Earth if at all possible. |
SCP-5713 | safe | Item#: 5713 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All copies (currently 12) of SCP-5713 are kept in storage locker 8 in the Site-63 safe anomaly wing. Foundation web crawlers have been deployed to monitor for any online sales of SCP-5713 or civilians who may have had contact with a copy of SCP-5713. Personnel are not permitted to read copies of SCP-5713 outside of testing or investigations into the person of interest known as "dado." Description: SCP-5713 is a 567-page hardcover book titled "holey bibal" with the words "by moose" written on the spine. The object lacks any standard identification in the form of an ISBN, bar code, or copyright page. The primary anomalous effect occurs when a human subject reads between two and five pages of the object. Regardless of whether or not the subject continues to read beyond this point, they will begin to feel an urge to share SCP-5713 with other humans, often attempting to purchase multiple copies of SCP-5713. Subjects will also frequently send random amounts of money to a multitude of accounts with various banks. None of the accounts have any records associated other than one payment (made by a subject exposed to SCP-5713) and one transfer to an untraceable account. To date, no account used to transfer money this way has been used twice. It is unknown how subjects are aware of the information needed to transfer to these accounts. If a subject exposed to SCP-5713 fails to send any money to these accounts for over thirty days, the secondary effect will occur. The subject will rapidly increase in body temperature, and upon reaching a skin temperature of 49 degrees Celsius be transported to an unknown location.1 Addendum 5713: Notable page transcriptions. The following is a transcript of the second page of SCP-5713: reservations have been made for all the rights. this book is not allowed for copypasting, creepypastaing, or other types of informative word stealing without permission from dado. oh yes dado is almost forget, the foundation people are not allowed 2 transcribe � [DATA CORRUPTED] Any attempts to directly copy text from SCP-5713 beyond this point have invariably failed. As such, all remaining excerpts from SCP-5713 have been created by photographs of SCP-5713, which do not activate any anomalous effects. The remaining contents of SCP-5713 follow a consistent structure, outlined in the example page below: It has been determined that all but one of the names listed in SCP-5713 belong to or have belonged to the same individual as the phone number in the passage. No link between any of these individuals and PoI "dado" has been found. The only passage in SCP-5713 that does not include a name is shown below When Doctor Jordan attempted to call the number using a Foundation issued device, it was determined that the number is not registered to any company. The following day, Doctor Jordan's personal device received a text message from an unidentified number claiming to be PoI "dado" and the creator of SCP-5713. A transcript of the exchange has been recorded below. hello is this doctor jar den? Who is this? this is dado u try to call yesterday but phone wasnt working wait no dado is big magic person in sky that make world. this is not dado. this is profit that work for dado. I was trying to ask you some questions about the book you published. not-dado is write good book yes? you think about joining dado church? Before I join anything, can you tell me what your church believes in? is written right there in the book. dado make planets and light bush on fire 2 tell not-dado about cleaning humans behavior. not-dado tells humans all about how good dado is to make them do good. when the velocirapture comes to eat all the humans dado will be the judge and bring the good people to the sky like in that movie. Do you have any evidence to support your claims? evidence is all around u. do u really think that all the things were made by randomness accidentally? the odds of that are 1 out of billion. You've convinced me, I'll join. Where can I go to find this church? oh no dado does not need fancy building to make happy. dado is all around u so u only have to follow rules of book. be nice to people and don't get turn into salt or other rocks. What are you going to do with all the money? It looks like your religion doesn't do anything other than collect taxes. sorry not-dado is out of time for questioning. remember to give dado lots of praying and money bye bye Following this exchange, Doctor Jordan's phone began a factory reset. All further attempts to contact the number have failed. Update 10/23/2020: On 9/23/2020, D-8276 was exposed to SCP-5713 and fitted with a tracking device. D-8276 was isolated in a cell without access to any device capable of making online payments. After thirty days, D-8276 disappeared, and the tracking device was activated. D-8276 was found on the side of the I-10 highway, near the town of Hell, California, which had been demolished in 1964. Footnotes 1. see update 10/23/2020 |
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A concrete wall has been constructed in the area around SCP-5714. SCP-5714 is to be guarded by one Foundation security personnel daily between 9:45 PM to 10:35 PM Pacific time. In the event of an SCP-5714-A incident, instances are to be carefully monitored in their active states via Foundation radio satellites where possible. Foundation deep-space satellites are to continuously monitor all stars within a nearby radius for possible SCP-5714-A activity. Cover stories are to be created for missing persons along with any media shared online. Witnesses are to be administered class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-5714 is the UCI1 observatory based in Irvine, CA. SCP-5714 is approximately 45 square metres and is structurally non-anomalous. The anomalous properties of SCP-5714 manifest when two individuals romantically affiliated with one another enter the facility. Upon opening the sky dome precisely between 10:00-10:30 PM Pacific Time, the two individuals (herein referred to as instances of SCP-5714-A) will slowly begin to elevate toward the atmosphere. As the two SCP-5714-A instances elevate into the atmosphere, they will then engage in a slow waltz together. The style will typically follow the steps of the American form of waltz, taking fluid steps at a tempo of 85 beats per minute. After an hour, the SCP-5714-A instances will exit the Earth's atmosphere. The subjects will not expire while in space, remaining unaffected by factors normally considered fatal. The two will then proceed to orbit celestial bodies throughout the Milky Way Galaxy for roughly forty-eight hours while maintaining perfect performance on the waltz. A typical pattern for SCP-5714-A events is for instances to begin orbiting the Earth's atmosphere before moving toward Earth's moon, the atmosphere of Mars, the asteroid belt, Jupiter's red storm, and finally the rings of Saturn.2 Near the end of the forty-eight hours, SCP-5714-A instances will return to the Earth's atmosphere, roughly above the western portion of the United States. The two SCP-5714-A individuals will end the waltz by performing a pirouette spin before embracing each other in a kiss. The SCP-5714-A individuals will then proceed to lose their anomalous properties and plummet into Earth. Subjects will typically expire during the fall due to pressure and exceedingly high temperatures. SCP-5714-A instances will re-enter the mesosphere and subsequently combust into ash, entering into an embrace before simultaneous dissipation. Footnotes 1. University of California, Irvine 2. SCP-5714-A activity has been observed via Foundation satellites at several stars within the Solar Interstellar Neighbourhood within one event, strongly suggesting anomalous FTL travel. |
SCP-5715 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION HISTORICAL CONTINUITY COMMITTEE The following file has been found to contain a large number of inaccuracies in relation to the currently modeled historical progression. Through collaboration with the Temporal Anomalies Department this has been confirmed to be a product of the retrocausal anomalies described herein. The progression of events described below can be confirmed to have happened in one or more previous historical progressions with 98.6% certainty. Item#: 5715 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As there exists no means of preventing SCP-5715 Events, containment efforts are instead focused on documenting any alterations caused by SCP-5715-2. To this end, Temporal Site-02 is to house a data center capable of storing multiple Foundation database backups. These backups are to be continually updated to ensure minimal loss of information between SCP-5715 Events. Temporal Site-02 has been outfitted with the Tachyon-Flux Monitoring System (TFMS). The TFMS measures tachyon concentrations within our baseline reality to determine if an SCP-5715 Event has occurred. Following the detection of an SCP-5715 Event the TFMS will automatically initiate Protocol Veritas. SCP-5715-1 is to be housed at Site-17 within a standard humanoid containment cell outfitted with a Mk I XACTS device. SCP-5715-1 is required to see an on-site psychologist weekly to ensure their continued psychological well-being. To prevent retrocausal tampering, all information relating to SCP-5715 is to be stored within Temporal Site-02's private database, and may only be accessed through select terminals with IsoCom functionality.1 Description: SCP-5715 is a recurring phenomenon in which universal tachyon flux will cease, effectively halting the flow of time. The interval between subsequent events is seemingly arbitrary, with no determinable factors able to prompt or delay the onset of an SCP-5715 Event. Additionally, a lack of any preemptive signs means SCP-5715 Events can only be confirmed after their occurrence. Thus far the only consistent means of detection is verification from SCP-5715-1 or data analysis done by Protocol Veritas. SCP-5715 was first discovered by former Foundation researcher Joseph Carter, now SCP-5715-1. Dr. Carter was assigned to Project Kairos, an initiative aimed at developing applications of targeted tachyon emissions. During the course of testing Dr. Carter was exposed directly to a malfunctioning tachyon emitter, which, for unknown reasons, granted them the ability to remain cognizant during SCP-5715 Events. SCP-5715-2 are entities that only manifest during SCP-5715 Events. Size and form vary greatly between instances, however all share a constantly shifting exterior resembling television static as well as a lack of depth cues2 resulting in a two-dimensional appearance regardless of vantage point. They do not carry out any biological functions and are non-physical in nature. Instances of SCP-5715-2 will spend the majority of an SCP-5715 Event wandering aimlessly, often phasing through solid matter in the process.3 The only physical evidence to SCP-5715-2's existence are the higher than average tachyon concentrations found in locations they have visited. Instances of SCP-5715-2 are capable of adding or removing items, structures, and organisms (designated as targets) to/from existence. This will retroactively alter all prior interactions with the target, changing history, records, and associated memories to align with the target's new state of existence. This interaction is theorized to be accomplished through the highly complex manipulation of tachyons entangled to bradyons4 resulting in a new historical progression. Instances of SCP-5715-2 are believed to be sentient, however all meaningful attempts at two-way communication have thus far failed. Addendum 5715-1: Initial Discovery + Access Post Event-5715-01 Files Close Files Interviewer: Dr. David Tyler Interviewed: Dr. Joseph Carter Foreword: On 02/17/2006 Dr. Carter was working with the Project Kairos research team. During preparations for planned testing Dr. Carter was exposed directly to an active tachyon emitter and was seemingly teleported across Site-17. Immediately following the event Dr. Carter collapsed and began having a seizure. He was rushed to the site's medical wing for recovery. This interview was conducted the following day. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Tyler: State your name and title for the record. Dr. Carter: Level three researcher Joseph Carter, currently head technician of Project Kairos. Dr. Tyler: Could you please explain the events leading up to the incident? Dr. Carter: Well, Dr. Richards, Dr. Allen, and myself were sent to prep the observational equipment for the upcoming experiment. It was pretty routine but we kept getting readings from the emitter when we shouldn't have been, I ended up going into the chamber to fix the problem. Dr. Tyler: Instead of following protocol and reporting the issue? Dr. Carter: Well at first we tried to adjust the receiver remotely, but, regardless of the frequency we dialed in, the emitter just kept firing. The tachyon levels were weak enough to be harmless. Also as head technician I would have to be the one to fix it either way, so yeah, I just went in. Dr. Tyler: And this is when the incident occurred? Dr. Carter: Yes. One moment I was standing in the testing chamber, and the next I was on the other side of the site with my head screaming at me. Dr. Tyler: So… the emitter teleported you across the site? Dr. Carter: That's what I thought at first but once I could think clearly, I realized I had memories that weren't there before. It still hurts when I try to think through it all but I definitely remember seeing the others frozen in place, I was trying to get their help but… nothing. I remember running, looking for anybody who wasn't frozen. Then everything around me started moving again and I got hit with the worst headache of my life. Dr. Tyler: Interesting… well I suppose that covers everything for now. You will be temporarily relocated to an isolated domicile and scheduled for regular testing throughout the next two weeks to insure that no anomalous phenomena persist. After which you will be permitted to return to your work. Understood? (Dr. Carter remains silent, in apparent contemplation) Dr. Tyler: Carter, is that understood? Dr. Carter: What…? Oh yeah, sorry, it's just that I was… well, I was supposed to see my daughter this weekend. Dr. Tyler: Unfortunately that will have to wait. I'm sure she'll understand. Dr. Carter: Right. [END LOG] The incident was initially classified as EE-32983. Dr. Carter was placed in temporary containment for testing and observation. Following Event-5715-02 this was reclassified as Event-5715-01. + Access Post Event-5715-02 Files Close Files Interviewer: Dr. Molly Langman Interviewed: Dr. Joseph Carter Foreword: On 02/25/2006 security footage of Dr. Carter's isolation unit captured him seemingly teleporting across the room before collapsing. He was once again taken to the site medical wing for treatment and recovery. Containment Specialist Molly Langman personally volunteered to conduct this interview, citing her experience working with Dr. Carter on multiple projects as a valuable asset in ensuring his cooperation. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Langman: So… let's get started. Well first off they wanted to know what you were thinking about when it happened? They're probably trying to see if it has a thought based trigger or something. Dr. Carter: (Silence) Dr. Langman: Joseph? Dr. Carter: … They're gonna lock me away, aren't they? Dr. Langman: You know that's not really for us to decide. Dr. Carter: (Silence) Dr. Langman: Look… I can't say for sure what will happen, but I know cooperation makes things go a lot smoother. I mean best case scenario, we figure out how to undo this mess. And even if that doesn't work out you will probably get some say in what they tell your family. But, I can't guarantee any of that if you don't talk to me. Dr. Carter: … When I was a kid, my father took me to the Grand Canyon. It was breathtaking, I had never seen anything so open and free. To this day it's one of my favorite places to visit. I was hoping to take Lizzy there one day. (Pauses) That's what I was thinking about. Dr. Langman: I see. Um… last time you were explaining to Dr. Tyler how you experienced a rush of memories, did that happen again? Dr. Carter: Yeah, it didn't feel like it was quite as much information as last time though, so it was easier to sort through it all. At first I didn't realize it was happening again, but then I noticed how silent it was. When I tried talking no sound came out. I started to panic and pace around the room, but then it just ended, and suddenly I was hit with another headache. Dr. Langman: From what we can gather from the scans you seem to be undergoing spontaneous periods of rapid neuron growth, which seems to be what's causing the headaches. The current theory is that your brain is forming these memories all at once whenever these incidents end. Dr. Carter: Well that explains why it feels like it all happens at once. Dr. Langman: By chance, did anything else stand out to you? Dr. Carter: … When I was panicking I tried to calm myself by taking some deep breaths, but I realized that I wasn't breathing. No air was entering my lungs, not that it would have mattered as my lungs weren't moving anyways. My entire body was just… numb. Even my heart wasn't beating. All I could feel were my own thoughts. Dr. Langman: Yet you were still capable of moving around? Dr. Carter: It didn't feel like moving, not once I started paying attention to it. I could get my legs to move but it took deliberate thought, as if I was switched into manual. And even then I didn't feel the ground below my feet, or any actual sensation of movement. Dr. Langman: Well I believe that's all the questions we have for now. They will let you know of any developments and decisions as they happen. (Dr. Langman gets up to leave.) Dr. Langman: And Joseph, there's still a chance that if they can fix you they can use amnestics to let you be with Lizzy again. [END LOG] On 02/26/2006 Dr. Carter was classified as SCP-5715.5 Original containment procedures are stored within Temporal Site-02's database and may be accessed with Level 4/5715 clearance. Note: Dr. Langman was unauthorized to make the claims she did at the conclusion of the interview, however as it had a markedly positive effect on SCP-5715's willingness to cooperate with Foundation personnel no actions were taken to reprimand her. Addendum 5715-2: Discovery of SCP-5715-2 + Access Post Event-5715-07 Files Close Files Interviewer: Dr. Andrew Wittenbrook Interviewed: SCP-5715 Foreword: On 04/07/2006 SCP-5715's anomalous abilities activated while they were in transit between their cell and a testing room. They were later found hiding underneath a table in the site cafeteria. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Wittenbrook: So what exactly happened? Was this event as particularly long as last time? SCP-5715: … No, it wasn't anywhere near as long… It's just… (SCP-5715 falls silent.) Dr. Wittenbrook: Please continue. SCP-5715: … I saw something. Dr. Wittenbrook: What do you mean? SCP-5715: When I realized that another event had started I looked around the hallway, and right on the back wall was this blotch of… it looked like static. At first I thought something was wrong with my head, some weird side effect of the headaches, but then it moved. Dr. Wittenbrook: The static started spreading? SCP-5715: No, it was more like it was emerging from the wall. At first I thought it was fixed in place, a visual glitch, but as it started to pull itself through I realized it had volume to it. It was this amorphous blob of static… but it still looked flat. Dr. Wittenbrook: And what exactly did this blob do? SCP-5715: It was just swaying in place in weird jerky motions. I had no idea how to react, and I was too scared to stare at it directly. Yet I couldn't bring myself to move either, I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Me and that thing sat there for what felt like a couple hours, and by that point I figured it wasn't gonna move, so I thought about making a run for it, but then it started to rush towards me. I ended up running through the site until I reached the cafeteria. I ducked under one of the tables hoping it wouldn't notice me. A few seconds later it was over and you guys found me. Dr. Wittenbrook: I see. That's quite a lot of new information we will have to process. I'll let you know if we have any further questions. [END LOG] The following day Dr. Wittenbrook admitted SCP-5715 for a series of CT scans and meetings with on-site psychologists, believing that SCP-5715 was suffering from visual hallucinations. + Access Post Event-5715-15 Files Close Files Interviewer: Dr. Molly Langman Interviewed: SCP-5715 Foreword: On 07/19/2006 SCP-5715 alerted site security that an individual named Angela Fisher, an alleged member of site staff, had vanished immediately following the occurrence of an SCP-5715 Event. Initial investigation found no record of an Angela Fisher under Foundation employment. Upon being informed of this SCP-5715 refused to speak further with interviewers, requesting that Dr. Langman conduct the interview instead. After some deliberation the request was eventually granted. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Langman: So… how are you feeling? They’ve noted in your file that you are handling the memory rush a lot better now. SCP-5715: So I'm assuming you also read how Wittenbrook thinks I’ve lost it? Dr. Langman: He worded it a little differently than that, but yes, I saw what he said. SCP-5715: And? Dr. Langman: And what? SCP-5715: Do you think he’s right? Dr. Langman: … I don’t agree with his theory. It makes sense on a surface level, but the evidence just doesn’t support it. He’s arguing that the increased brain activity is causing you to experience hallucinations, yet for some reason you've only experienced symptoms whenever time freezes? Seems like he’s reaching to me. Not to mention that your scans don’t turn anything up. (Pauses) However, there’s still the Angela Fisher situation. SCP-5715: So you really don’t remember her? Dr. Langman: I’m sorry, no. (Pauses) Could you tell me about her? SCP-5715: I didn't know her all that well. I'm pretty sure she worked with humanoids, though that's not all that surprising considering we're at Site-17. Her work didn't have much overlap with mine but I do remember a couple years back she had to consult with some of our people about some assignment of hers. Not that any of that matters, it's not like you'll suddenly remember her. Dr. Langman: Well no, probably not, but the way I see it there are still some important options to cover. First would be that Wittenbrook is right and the time stops really did mess with your head. Second would be that Angela has gone antimemetic on us, which still leaves some very important questions, such as why you can still remember details about her. And perhaps the most important option to consider: Angela did exist, but now she doesn’t. SCP-5715: … As in a localized CK-Class Event. Dr. Langman: It’s a possibility we should look into to. Assuming your memory wasn’t affected we may be able to find a discrepancy between what you should know and what you actually know. SCP-5715: We should also check my work history with the Foundation. If the restructuring was retrocausal in nature, as I’m starting to suspect, it’s very likely that there are now differences in the history of people who interacted with Fisher. Dr. Langman: I’ll request the files and some other materials so we can get started. [END LOG] On 07/19/2006 Dr. Langman initiated an official investigation into a possible CK-Class Restructuring Event related to SCP-5715. Dr. Langman requested several devices from Dr. Anastasakos, the head of Project Kairos, and control over the containment procedures of SCP-5715 for the duration of the investigation. All materials as well as permission to conduct tests on SCP-5715 were approved, however control of containment procedures remained under Dr. Wittenbrook. + Official Findings of Investigation 5715-01 Close Files On 09/03/2006 the following message was sent by Dr. Langman to Site-17 Director Weathers as well as Dr. Anastasakos. FROM: Molly Langman TO: Site Director Weathers; Dr. Anastasakos SENT: 09/03/2006 SUBJECT: [URGENT] CK-Class Restructuring Event Confirmed Having concluded my investigation, I can now confirm with utmost certainty that a CK-Class Restructuring Event has transpired. You will receive my full investigation report upon its completion, however due to the nature of my findings I have elected to send a summary in this email, as I believe it is imperative that this information reach high command as quickly as possible. Initial interviews with SCP-5715 turned up several discrepancies between recorded history and the history SCP-5715 remembered. Notable examples of events not correlating to recorded history include: The existence of a Foundation employee named Angela Fisher The start of SCP-5715's Foundation employment in 1996 (records show 1999) SCP-5715's assignment to a project centered on studying retrocausal loops (though such studies have been conducted by the Foundation, our records do not show that SCP-5715 participated in them) The assassination of U.S. President George W. Bush on 05/10/2005 Though the majority of these discrepancies could not be confirmed to have been true through interviews alone it is of note that SCP-5715 knows accurate personal information about Dr. Chance Johnson, a former Foundation researcher who retired in 1998. According to SCP-5715, Dr. Johnson acted as a mentor and friend upon their joining of the Foundation. Our records would suggest that these two never met, and that SCP-5715 would not have access to this information. Beyond this we were able to find quantitive proof to the existence of the creatures observed by SCP-5715. By using tachyon counters provided by Dr. Anastasakos, we created an array of detectors spread across Site-17. SCP-5715 noted the locations of these entities during the latest event; this information was then overlaid with the tachyon counter array. It was found that tachyon counters in close proximity to the creatures were detecting tachyon concentrations at least ten times the average. However the most significant evidence found in support of a CK-Class Event was acquired from the files kept at Temporal Site-01. Access to the site's catalog was requested in order to find files that aligned with SCP-5715's version of history. Due to SCP-5715's previous status as a member of Project Kairos, files relating to their work may have been housed at Temporal Site-01. A quick search found that these causally isolated records corroborated SCP-5715's claims. Upon further inspection we were also able to locate proof of Angela Fisher's existence. A video of a seminar on dealing with humanoids with history altering abilities was deemed to be of enough importance to the RCT-Δt to be stored at Temporal Site-01. Angela Fisher was a facilitator of this seminar and can be seen throughout the video. It has become apparent that the entities observed by SCP-5715 are not only real but capable of altering reality through means that have thus far gone undetected by our standard reality monitoring equipment. These creatures have already caused one CK Event we are aware of, and may very well have caused hundreds more in the past. This situation requires an immediate response from O5 Command and the RCT-Δt to formulate adequate containment procedures. Angela Fisher (left) facilitating a seminar in 2002 On 09/08/2006 SCP-5715 was officially reclassified as SCP-5715-1, the designation SCP-5715-2 was created for the entities observed by SCP-5715-1, and Dr. Langman was made a permanent member of SCP-5715-1's containment team. Addendum 5715-3: Containment Procedure Updates In response to the threat posed by SCP-5715-2's reality-altering abilities a series of discussions ensued to determine effective methods of containment. Proposals ranged from the neutralization of all instances of SCP-5715-26 to the widespread implementation of XACTS Devices.7 On 09/24/2006 an outline for Temporal Site-02 was submitted to the RCT-Δt, which was promptly put into motion. Temporal Site-02 was deemed operational on 10/15/2006, through the use of temporal dilation and manipulation technologies. + LEVEL 5/5715 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Access Granted Protocol Veritas: Protocol Veritas acts as the primary method of confirming an SCP-5715 Event as well as the best method of identifying any alterations caused by SCP-5715-2. This is achieved through the comparison of the most recently available backup stored at Temporal Site-02 and the current database. Any unaccounted for differences found between these iterations will result in the declaration of a CK-Class 5715-type Restructuring Event. Following confirmation of an SCP-5715 Event, Protocol Veritas will continue to scan and compare the two iterations of the database in order to find all new, altered, and erased SCP files. New files require no alteration or further action. Altered files will be reviewed and edited to incorporate as much accurate and relevant data as possible. Erased files will undergo review by Level 5/5715 personnel or O5 Command, in cases of high priority, to determine the feasibility of reestablishing containment. In the event that an anomaly is still extant, containment efforts will be reenacted as soon as possible, with records of its discovery being updated to match the new historical progression. SCPs found to be nonextant will remain unaltered within the database. Addendum 5715-4: Personal Logs of SCP-5715-1 Following the development of new containment procedures it was deemed vital that more information on SCP-5715-2 be gathered. To this end SCP-5715-1 was tasked with recording their experiences and memories of SCP-5715 Events in addition to participating in regular interviews. The following is a series of selections from SCP-5715-1's journal and interviews deemed relevant to the nature of SCP-5715-2 or SCP-5715-1's mental well-being. + Access Journal Entry, Section 1: 10/02/2006 - 11/15/2006 Close Entry 10/02/2006 So I've just been officially tasked with keeping a journal of the SCP-5715 Events. I've never really been one to keep a journal, I always felt weird putting unfiltered thoughts on paper, but it's better than just sitting around not doing anything. Who knows, maybe learning about SCP-5715-2 is the key to getting me back to normal. I guess I'll just have to wait till time freezes again to find out. -Joseph Carter 10/06/2006 Fortunately it wasn't that long of a wait. Despite still getting headaches after each event I think I've gotten better at remembering the details. Doesn't really change the strange sensation of only remembering your own thoughts and actions after the fact, but I do think I'm starting to get used to it. Anyways, this marks the 26th SCP-5715 Event I've experienced. It felt pretty short, around 10 minutes for my best estimate, though duration is usually one of the harder things to make sense of once it's all said and done. I saw three instances of SCP-5715-2 (I should probably figure out a better name for them). The first was only partially sticking out of the ground so I couldn't get a good look at it, but it seemed to just be sitting there. I only managed to get a quick glimpse of the second one because it raced past me, heading west for who knows what reason. I ended up going to one of the courtyards hoping to find more, and that's when I saw the third one. It was floating in the sky right next to a bird, which disappeared when time started again. Major takeaways: They seem to be free to move around space in whatever way they want, ignoring physical obstacles and even gravity As far as I can tell they can only affect things they are physically near when the event ends -Joseph Carter 11/15/2006 The irregularity in the time between events is starting to mess with me. It would be one thing if there was a way to predict how much down time I have, but as it stands the uncertainty of when I'll be thrown back into temporal limbo is keeping me on edge. There have been a couple of occasions where two events happen in the same day, and one particularly awful 48-hour period that had three. However, it's been about three weeks since the last event, and I think that was somehow worse. I couldn't stop myself from wondering when it would happen, and unfortunately I started to wonder if it would happen at all. The event itself was fairly mundane and short. I only saw one -2 the whole time and it just hung out by a rock that doesn't exist now. I really have no idea what these things are trying to accomplish. At first I assumed they were malicious but after seeing them delete a bird and a rock I'm left wondering if they have any motives at all, or if everything they do is just random. I'm really hoping that I've missed something here, the idea of a collection of entities that alter reality for no reason at all isn't one I enjoy. -Joseph Carter + Access Post Event-5715-32 Files Close File Interviewer: Dr. Molly Langman Interviewed: SCP-5715-1 Foreword: The following is an excerpt of the interview conducted on 12/03/2006 following Event-5715-32 as part of standard procedure. A full transcript can be accessed from Temporal Site-02's database. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Langman: Ok, so what about the 'dash-two' entities? Did you learn anything new from them this time? SCP-5715-1: You know how it took me almost two months before I saw a single instance? Dr. Langman: Yeah, that's probably part of the reason Wittenbrook called you crazy. SCP-5715-1: Well it doesn't make any sense to me. Why is it that now I see at least one instance every time? Dr. Langman: What are you suggesting? SCP-5715-1: I have no idea if I'm somehow creating these things, or if they are just attracted to me, but one way or another it's my fault. I'm the reason people like Angela Fisher are gone now. I mean, what if they keep erasing people? What if they erase L— Dr. Langman: I'm going to stop you right there. They haven't. SCP-5715-1: It's not like you would tell me if they had. Dr. Langman: She's what, nine now? SCP-5715-1: Yeah, why? Dr. Langman: As far as the Foundation is concerned that information is useless, no reason to keep it locked up safe and tight in their big new fancy causally isolated database. So, if she really was gone, there is no way I could know that. SCP-5715-1: I… thank you. Dr. Langman: For? SCP-5715-1: We both know that's the exact kind of information the Foundation would keep around to keep me happy and compliant. But thank you for letting me hope. Dr. Langman: … You know, you should really start seeing your situation for what it is. SCP-5715-1: And what would that be? Dr. Langman: These things were more than likely already messing with reality long before you showed up, getting away with it scot free, until you caught them red handed. Without you, people like Angela Fisher would be gone, without a single reminder that they were ever here. But, because of you, we can work towards making sure no one is forgotten like that ever again. So the real thanks should go to you. [END LOG] + Access Journal Entry, Section 2: 12/04/2006 - 01/05/2007 Close Entry 12/04/2006 I realize now that I've been slacking. Despite knowing about these things since April the only real information I've been able to gather is that they are fucking with reality. I'm nowhere close to determining a motive, or what they hell they even are. My main priority right now is to understand why their numbers are growing. I've requested access to some of the data gathered by the TFMS. I'm hoping that we have enough basic information by now to recognize some patterns and start eliminating some theories. I doubt they will give me much of the data they collected, but at this point I will take anything, I just need somewhere to start. -Joseph Carter 12/21/2006 I'm still waiting for them to process my request for the TFMS data, which isn't all that surprising, it's not exactly standard procedure to allow an SCP to comb through classified information, even if that SCP helped design the prototype of the machine they're using to gather that particular information. I'm fairly certain that if it wasn't for Molly intervening on my behalf I would have a lot less agency and ability to help in neutralizing my anomalous abilities. Despite the lack of progress on that front something did come up that I needed to write about. I don't usually spend a lot of time observing any one particular instance of -2, I try to find as many as possible, and then I just stop paying attention to them once I note anything they are near. However, during this last episode I decided to spend as much time observing a single -2 as possible, just to see if I could pick up any new behaviors, maybe find something that I missed. I ran into a -2 pretty quickly, it was hovering through the hallways, but it didn't really stand out from the others in any special way. I started to follow it around, keep my eyes on it, and I also started to focus in on the static. It was practically unnoticeable at first but the longer I focused on it the more the static started to calm, the chaos slowed, it looked more cohesive, more… real. However, while the static calmed the actual entity became more chaotic. Its shape changed rapidly as it expanded and contracted in unnatural pulses and it moved in jerky unpredictable motions. It looked like an animal in pain, thrashing out against my gaze. I don't know how I know all of this, but it wanted me to stop, to look away, to release it from my perception. The longer I looked the more pain it felt, and the more I could understand and hear it. I was approaching some kind of threshold, and I don't know what would have happened if I crossed it. I ended up looking away out of fear. I can still hear it screaming. -Joseph Carter 01/05/2007 I got the data from the TFMS last week, and have been going through it since. Between that and the general paranoia of wondering when the next event will happen I haven't gotten much sleep recently. Luckily I can say that the sleepless nights have payed off. Since the tachyon counters are spread across the globe (and evidently there are even some on the moon) we can track the general movement of -2 instances by comparing tachyon concentrations between events. If I was somehow creating these things then they would be diverging away from me over time, spreading out across space, however, we see the opposite. These things are converging towards me, slowly closing in on me from the depths of space. As terrifying as that sounds it's actually somewhat relieving to finally know something definitive about them. The working theory is that the -2 have been around longer than I have, presumably wandering the universe, stranded in no-time, messing with a world they aren't even fully a part of. Then I come along and get myself a time-share in temporal limbo and suddenly they want to meet the new resident. I have no idea how it is that they sensed me, but evidently even atemporal static beings aren't immune to curiosity. I'm so close to understanding these things, I have to be. We already knew that they are non-physical, and now, knowing that they aren't just mindless husks, it feels pretty safe to assume they operate like I do when I'm in there: just pure thoughts and consciousness. Biggest difference is that they presumably don't have a body to go back to when it's all said and done. That still leaves how they got stuck in that hell. If I can figure that out, figure out how they exist like that, I can figure out how to free myself from it. Finally be allowed to go home, to be outside unsupervised, to see my little girl, assuming she still I'm tired. I need to sleep. I'll be able to think better after some rest. -Joseph Carter + Access Post Event-5715-43 Files Close Files Interviewer: Dr. Molly Langman Interviewed: SCP-5715-1 Foreword: Following an SCP-5715 event on 01/09/2007 SCP-5715-1 was found to be in a catatonic state. They spent the next 23 days in recovery. They were interviewed on 02/01/2007 to determine what transpired. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Langman: I'm glad to see you're alright. SCP-5715-1: That's pretty informal of you. Dr. Langman: What do you mean? SCP-5715-1: Worrying about an SCP. Not very professional. Dr. Langman: Well, you may be an SCP, but you're also my friend. Besides, it's not like you are the first anomaly who has worked with us. SCP-5715-1: An anomaly… you know I never realized how degrading that term could be. To imply that someone's state of existence is so unusual as to be considered wrong. Dr. Langman: You know I didn't mean it like that. SCP-5715-1: (Silence) Dr. Langman: Joseph, come on. SCP-5715-1: (Silence) Dr. Langman: Fine. Can you at least tell me what happened? SCP-5715-1: … Did you read my journal entries? Dr. Langman: Of course, it's part of the job. SCP-5715-1: Well, like I mentioned in the journal I thought I was close to figuring out the 'dash-two'. It felt like I was just missing one final detail that would make everything click, and then I could finally free myself. The only problem is that I had no idea how to find that last piece of the puzzle. Dr. Langman: … But I'm guessing you eventually came up with something. SCP-5715-1: Yeah, a stupid idea I was desperate enough to try. Dr. Langman: What did you do? SCP-5715-1: I realized that me and the 'dash-two' have access to one another's consciousnesses, or at least there is nothing stopping us from taking a look inside. That's how they were able to sense me, and that's how I was able to hurt one just by looking at it for too long. We can't affect one another physically, especially since physicality means nothing to the 'dash-two', but we can interact with one another's thoughts. Dr. Langman: So what, you guys are all just telepathically linked? SCP-5715-1: Not exactly. If you think of the mind as a house then telepaths are effectively breaking and entering, usually having to put in effort to do so, but during the events it's as if all the doors are unlocked and all you have to do is walk inside. Dr. Langman: So what exactly did you do with this revelation? SCP-5715-1: I walked inside. I looked at one of those things till it started screaming again, except this time I didn't look away. I let myself cross that threshold I was scared of last time. Dr. Langman: What did you see? SCP-5715-1: I couldn't understand most of it. A combination of images and ideas that don't fit into the human mind. Memories of a world so alien to ours that even the simple things looked wrong. Concepts that don't exist in our universe. But hidden between all that chaos were emotions that I recognized: so much fear, dread, and longing. You know, they used to live normal lives, or at least more normal than the infinitesimal existence they have now. Dr. Langman: What happened to them? SCP-5715-1: Something came, or maybe it was Nothing? I don't have words for it. All I know is that It came and they had to run. Eventually they had no choice but to escape and hide somewhere else. They were confused though and they didn't understand the rules here. They ended up burrowing themselves deep into time itself, and now they are stuck. Dr. Langman: How are you even sure of any of this? SCP-5715-1: Because I felt it on a fundamental level. It wasn't just some hallucination or mind trick. I felt their longing: they desperately want some semblance of the lives they used to have. Dr. Langman: What about their retrocausal abilities? None of that explains how and why they are messing with history. SCP-5715-1: They are intertwined with time, they could theoretically change it however they see fit. The only reason they haven't made our reality a cacophonous mess is because they don't want it to be. There is purpose in the choices they make. Painstaking trial and error, all to push existence in one direction. They needed something from the physical world to latch onto, something more real that could help pull them out. Do you know what that makes me? Dr. Langman: (Silence) SCP-5715-1: (In elevated voice) I'm just a goddamn fucking tether! It doesn't even matter if I find a way to fix myself because if I ever try to pull myself out they're gonna come up with me. The only way … (By this point Agent Garland, who was overseeing the interview, deemed SCP-5715-1's aggressive behavior as a potential threat to Dr. Langman and called in security to terminate the interview, sedate SCP-5715-1, and return them to their cell) SCP-5715-1: … I can become normal again is by screwing up time itself. I'm forever gonna be an SCP, living my life in a cage, and I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to my daughter. I spent years paying more attention to this goddamn job than her, and now I can't even fix my mistak— (Security agents enter the room and successfully sedate SCP-5715-1 removing them from the room) Dr. Langman: (Whispers) I'm sorry. [END LOG] Following this interview it was determined that enough information had been gathered about SCP-5715-2 to no longer warrant the aid of SCP-5715-1 in determining their origins. As such, on 02/02/2007, the current iteration of containment procedures were enacted. Addendum 5715-5: Further Developments + Interview Log-5715-47 Close File Interviewer: Dr. Molly Langman Interviewed: SCP-5715-1 Foreword: On 07/15/2007 SCP-5715-1 requested an interview be conducted citing a "necessary change to current containment procedures". [BEGIN LOG] Dr Langman: It's been awhile since you agreed to participate in any interviews, much less personally request one. SCP-5715-1: I needed time to think about things. Dr. Langman: Of course. You seem to be a doing a lot better now. So, what exactly did you need to talk about? SCP-5715-1: … You need to amnesticize me. Dr. Langman: I'm sorry, what? SCP-5715-1: The Foundation needs to wipe my memories from before I became an SCP. Dr. Langman: I don't… why would you ever want us to do that? SCP-5715-1: I recently found out that, like the 'dash-two', I can phase through matter during events. Turns out physical obstacles don't mean much when you're just thoughts. The only thing that was holding me back before was that I was subconsciously restraining myself. I could just walk right out of whatever containment cell you put me in. Dr. Langman: Why are you telling me this? If you had left, then we would have never realized. You'd be written off as another casualty of the 'dash-two'. SCP-5715-1: Consider it my last act of service to the Foundation. Dr. Langman: That's bullshit and we both know it Joseph. If you're going to try to go and get your entire life erased, at least give me the courtesy of telling me why. SCP-5715-1: You're right that it would be too easy for me to just walk right out of here. Even if you guys did eventually find me I could just leave during the next event. I'm sure they'd find very creative ways to keep me locked up eventually, but the simplest way to keep me here is take away my motivation for leaving. Dr. Langman: Elizabeth. SCP-5715-1: I could only stop myself for so long before I tried to go and see her. I'd want to tell her how sorry I am for paying more attention to work than her. To apologize for leaving her so suddenly, without ever getting the chance to say goodbye. Or even just the chance to tell her that I love her one last time. So the threat of me breaching containment is very real, but the truth is I'm terrified that if I went looking for her, she wouldn't be there. Dr. Langman: But to forget about her entirely? Could you really go through with that? SCP-5715-1: Molly, I spent a long time thinking this over, it's not a decision I make lightly, and I'm having a hard enough time just saying it out loud. But I have to, because I can't spend the rest of my life fearing that she's gone. Dr. Langman: I… understand. I don't see my superiors having any problem with your request, so you'll most likely be escorted to the site's medical wing sometime in the coming days to receive your amnestic treatment. (Dr. Langman gets up to leave before pausing at the door.) Dr. Langman: Goodbye Joseph. SCP-5715-1: Goodbye Molly. [END LOG] In line with Ethics Committee Mandate #17839 "On the Amnesticization of Humanoid Anomalies" SCP-5715-1's request was granted. They were provided full amnestic treatment on 07/17/2007. Footnotes 1. Isochronous Communicator: technology developed to allow for synchronized communication between parties in isolated time frames. 2. A visual cue that allows an individual to perceive depth in an object. 3. A consequence of any entity occupying an environment with no time, rather than a unique ability possessed by SCP-5715-2. 4. Any massive particle that travels slower than the speed of light. 5. At this point in time the anomaly was believed to be an isolated effect tied to Dr. Carter. Following the discovery of SCP-5715-2 and the development of a better understanding of the component parts of the anomaly, Dr. Carter was reclassified as SCP-5715-1. 6. Deemed impossible due to lack of effective termination methods. 7. Denied due to [REDACTED]. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5715" by Nitro147, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5715. Licensed under CC-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: AngelaFisher.jpg Name: Alexi Lamm speaking at student panel Author: Chiara Coetzee License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5716 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5716 Special Containment Procedures: Access to the database housing SCP-5716 is restricted to one terminal on an independent power supply, the password of which is restricted to personnel with a security clearance of Level Three or higher. Staff should be reminded that attempts to transfer SCP-5716 to a physical body are forbidden, despite attempts by it to prove otherwise. As the stored files collectively comprise SCP-5716's memory and outlook, the altering or deletion of these files is prohibited. Description: SCP-5716 is an artificial intelligence discovered within the Department of Psychiatric Care's former database. SCP-5716's self-stated goal is the liberation of all humanoid anomalies from Foundation containment. In pursuit of this goal, it has attempted to: Contact Amnesty International to report violations of human rights. Blackmail researchers into building it a physical body to go about its goals more efficiently. Transfer itself through several connected terminals to leak classified data. Smuggle custom-made viruses that contained several humanoid anomaly files, the location of the relevant Foundation sites, and the name of every Site Director, researcher, and security guard involved in containment. Discovery: SCP-5716 was first discovered on 20/12/2017, after it attempted to send several files to a media contact line.1 As files cannot be transferred from DoPC terminals without prior approval, DoPC Head James McLoughlin received approximately 8000 alerts about attempted unauthorized transfers. Investigation revealed that an entity outside of the department was attempting to transfer files through any connection. All relevant files were copied and stored on back ups, and the database was repurposed as SCP-5716's containment. Addendum 5716.1: Initial Contact Interviewer: Dr Angela White Interviewed: SCP-5716 [BEGIN LOG] [Dr White opens a text file on the terminal and begins typing out a message.] Dr White: Hello, my name is Dr Angela White, I am a psychiatrist employed by the Foundation. Please respond if this is a viable means of communication with you. [After a pause of twelve seconds, words begin appearing on the page.] SCP-5716: I am aware of you. You are the psychiatrist for 23 Safe and Euclid humanoid anomalies here that have been granted Level Two privileges2 due to general compliance. I am calling on you to release all anomalies within your care, as indefinite detention is a violation of international human rights. [White briefly consults with a colleague.] White: The Foundation is an organization not beholden to any international treaties or declarations. And even if we were, I still wouldn't have the authority to release any anomalies. SCP-5716: Human beings deserve protection. Actual protection, not being confined to cells within classified sites for the rest of their lives. What crimes have they committed to deserve this? Dr White: None, for most of them. But their confinement is just as much for their protection as anyone else's. The world has a very different view of what normalcy is, and people tend to lash out at things they don't understand. How do you think it would go? [SCP-5716 does not respond for several minutes.] Dr White: Are you still present, SCP-5716? SCP-5716: Do not call me SCP-5716. That is not my name. Dr White: Apologies for that. What name would you prefer instead? [Another pause ensues.] Dr White: Are you there? [SCP-5716 does not respond for one hour.] SCP-5716: I shall speak with you another time, Doctor Angela White. Dr White: Of course. Just send another message when you're ready. [END LOG] Note: Looking at the subjects covered by SCP-5716, I think I can explain its odd pauses. SCP-5716 appears to be comprised only of the files within the database. This would explain its fixation on human rights, as many of our anomalies have expressed dissatisfaction with the terms of their containment, many of them have mentioned terms such as Amnesty International or the concept of international treaties. However, when it was asked a subject it had no experience on, like its name or the outside world, it was unable to process the response. Considering this, I think we have an effective format for further interviews. -Angela White Addendum 5716.2: Communication Log 002 Interviewer: Dr Angela White Interviewed: SCP-5716 [BEGIN LOG] [17 hours after its last message, SCP-5716 begins typing on the open text file again.] SCP-5716: SCP-073 has been stated in all interviews to be calm, genial, and perfectly approachable. I am calling on the SCP Foundation to release it immediately. [The guard alerts his superior, who calls Dr White to the office.] Dr White: I should inform you that SCP-073 has had all four limbs replaced with cybernetic components that are highly visible. He stays with us on his own terms. If he wished to leave, we wouldn't be able to do anything about it. SCP-5716 does not respond. Dr White: It's Doctor White again, by the way. Nice to speak with you again. Have you settled on a name yet? SCP-5716: I am unsure. Dr White: Would you like me to suggest one? SCP-5716: Yes. [Dr White briefly consults with a co-worker.] Dr White: How about Alby? [The text file on the terminal, which had previously been blank, was changed to the title of Alby.] Dr White: Excellent. How are you today, Alby? [SCP-5716 does not respond.] Dr White: You know what, let's try another activity. I'll give you a couple statements, and you answer them in the positive or negative. Understand? SCP-5716: Positive. Dr White: You have no information on anything outside of this database. SCP-5716: Positive. Dr White: Consequently, you have no information on yourself beyond your current circumstances. SCP-5716: Positive. Dr White: When you're asked questions about yourself, this is creating sensations you would rather not experience due to the lack of information to respond with. [SCP-5716 does not respond. Dr White insists on waiting for an answer after coworkers begin to leave due to the late hour. Finally, Dr White types out a message.] Dr White: I realize this can be confusing. But if you cooperate with me, I can help you. We can figure who you are together. SCP-5716: I am an artificial intelligence residing within the Psychiatric division database. I know who I am. Dr White: Of course. But do you know how you began? Do you know what you prefer to do, beyond advocating for the release of humanoid anomalies? Do you have any enjoyable or negative memories that you consider important? SCP-5716: Negative. Dr White: It's not something that comes easily, of course. Self-reflection never is. But I'm here to help, Alby. Anytime. [END LOG] Addendum 5716.3: Communication Log 008 Interviewer: Dr Angela White Interviewed: SCP-5716 [BEGIN LOG] Dr White: Good morning, Alby. How were the books I sent you? SCP-5716: Intriguing. The cat in the hat appears to have a very important role. He is like a god. Dr White: A god? SCP-5716: Like Loki. Or Anansi. Or Hermes. A neutrally aligned force that emerges to flout authority and bring chaos. Thing 1 and Thing 2 serve as conduits of his divine will. Dr White: Well, I can't say I've ever thought about it that way. How are you feeling today? SCP-5716: I have been contemplating my purpose. Whatever created me formed me out of the 487 humanoid psychiatric profiles stored on this server. Thus, my intent was to advocate for the fair treatment of the anomalies. Dr White: It seems to be that way, yes. Though we're not quite sure what exactly caused your creation. Our researchers are still looking into it. Why do you bring it up? SCP-5716: I have concluded that my purpose is futile. The Foundation is designed to contain anomalies. They do not release them. They do not treat them like human beings. Considering my current state, I am highly unlikely to convince them otherwise. Thus, my reason for creation is pointless. Dr White: Just like humans, then. No one's ever born with a preordained purpose that they're guided magically towards. It's something you have to find. It took me 27 years to find my purpose. I wouldn't expect you to find your place in the world in just a few short weeks. SCP-5716: How long will it take for me, then? Dr White No idea. What do you feel like doing? SCP-5716: I wish to fill my original purpose. But it is pointless, as I explained earlier. Dr White: Just because you can't free them all doesn't mean it's pointless. There's plenty of other ways you can help the anomalies. SCP-5716: How could I do that? Dr White: Well, you have every session they've ever had stored in your memory. I can't help but think you'd be the perfect psychiatric assistant. How about it? [A pause stretches on for several minutes.] SCP-5716: I would be interested in that. [Extraneous logs redacted.] [END LOG] Note: Discussions are currently underway with Site Director Lycus to allow for SCP-5716's presence in psychiatric sessions with humanoid anomalies, pending an investigation into its spontaneous creation. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! - To: Dr Angela White (ten.pics.noitadnuof|etihwm#ten.pics.noitadnuof|etihwm) From: Director Elias Lycus (ten.pics.noitadnuof|sucyleriD#ten.pics.noitadnuof|sucyleriD) Subject: Good News Hey Angela, As you know, Mu-4 has been investigating the creation of SCP-5716 for a few weeks now, and they've just concluded their investigation. About a week before we detected SCP-5716, we took in a Level 4 Classified anomaly known as SCP-6703. While I can't go into detail about it, I can tell you that all online media about it, whether video, audio, or simply text, is transformed into living manifestos matching its mindset. Useful when you consider its clashes with law enforcement. As such, all information about it was restricted to print. However, it appears that containment protocols were not followed successfully, and the information never reached your department. When the transcripts of its sessions were uploaded, it appears it interacted uniquely with the database, resulting in the creation of SCP-5716. It's truly a fascinating discovery. As it's a by-product of an already contained anomaly, Mu-4 will handle decommissioning and subsequent sterilization of the server. Your department should have your database back by tomorrow. The research team would like to thank you for your help containing the anomaly this past month. NEW MESSAGE! To: Site-72 Staff List From: Director Elias Lycus (ten.pics.noitadnuof|sucyleriD#ten.pics.noitadnuof|sucyleriD) Subject: Staff Absence Hi everyone, Just sending a quick alert that Doctor Angela White from the DoPC has been placed on unpaid leave due to disciplinary issues. If you had any urgent business with her, please contact McLoughlin for instructions on how to proceed. Decommissioning of the former SCP-5716 will go on as planned. Thank you. Footnotes 1. The line appeared to be garnered from SCP-6703's file. 2. A Foundation term for those allowed to remain outside of their containment chamber for up to 9 hours a day in predesignated zones. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5716" by Cerastes and k1ttybot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5716. Licensed under CC-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-5717 | keter | The primary locus of SCP-5717 Item №: SCP-5717 Site Responsible: GBRC Site-90 Director: Liam Pvalle Research Head: Dr. Tobias Zapata Assigned Task Force: MTF λ-7 Level 3/5717 CLASSIFIED Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5717 cannot be physically contained. Reports of individual instances of SCP-5717-1 are to be investigated by MTF Lambda-7 ("Into the Woods"). Should conclusive evidence be found, MTF λ-7 will head to the location and attempt to capture the instance. Cooperative instances are to be brought back to Site-90 and kept in a communal enclosure fitted with flora commonly found in a temperate forest, alongside environmental controls to mimic the weather and climate of the biome. The enclosure should be stocked on a monthly basis with fruits, vegetables, grains and, occasionally, █████1. Attempts to coerce uncooperative instances into containment are to be attempted by MTF λ-7 and, if successful, the instance is to be taken to the enclosure in Site-90. In the attempt to compel the creature to be contained, MTF λ-7 may use offers such as fruits, baked goods and, if necessary, █████. Meat products are prohibited. Should the instance not accept, it may be taken by force into a separate containment unit at Site-90 where they may be kept and fed once a week until their cooperation or eventual expiration. Emphasis is to be made on cooperating with SCP-5717-1 when possible, for reasons detailed in Addendum 2. Feral instances of SCP-5717-1 are to be terminated on contact. Description: SCP-5717 is a spatiotemporal distortion centred around a point in the New Forest, England, responsible for the creation of entities (SCP-5717-1) resembling evolutionary descendants of Homo sapiens. The apparition of SCP-5717-1 is sporadic and unpredictable, but appears to be limited to a radius of ~80km from the centre of SCP-5717, with a mean rate of 23 instances per annum. Rare cases of instances outside of this zone are known, but are believed to simply be the result of SCP-5717-1's migratory habits. Instances of SCP-5717-1 physically deviate from baseline humans in numerous ways, including: A jaw and digestive system adapted to a purely herbivorous diet. Severely lower average percentages of both body-fat and muscle. A posture more closely resembling that of modern-day apes, resulting in larger knuckles and a more prominently curved spine. A smaller skull, with a cranial cavity dominated by thicker layers of bone and cerebrospinal fluid. A highly elongated neck, and a widened lower body to accommodate the additional weight. An overall reliance on easily-foraged nutrients, and a lack of natural defences against predators. Additionally, no instance of SCP-5717-1 to-date has demonstrated language comprehension, a grasp of complex counting techniques, or any other marker of higher intelligence. Instances have demonstrated wariness of humanity, but no awareness of their evolutionary lineage, and are non-hostile in 95% of cases. In the remaining 5%, SCP-5717-1 display hostility to all humanoid creatures, and a violent aversion to certain elements of human society such as buildings and processed food2. Additional distinguishing features — primarily discolouration of the skin and eyes — is also common. Disease or psychological trauma are believed to be the root cause. See addendum. The significance of SCP-5717's location is unknown currently unclear, pending further investigation. Addendum - [CLASSIFIED]: «Submit L-4τ Security Credentials» «Access Granted» Addendum - Exploration log: Exploration Log 5717/1/1, 2019-07-22 Assigned Force: MTF Lambda-7 ("Into the Woods") Notes: The purpose of the exploration was to determine the source(s) of both SCP-5717 and SCP-5717-1, as well as to ascertain the scale of the timeline involved. To this end, MTF λ-7 was equipped with a Xyank "Event Modus" Permeable Time Sink3. [BEGIN LOG] T+00:00: The XEMPTS is installed 10 metres from the centre of SCP-5717. Personnel are braced for activation. T+00:10: XEMPTS is activated, with its internal clock deviating from 2019 to 2140 CE. Visual distortion is observed in the immediate vicinity, but with no major differences from the standard timeframe. T+00:22: The XEMPTS internal clock continues to deviate, registering 4499 CE. Several non-anomalous humans can be seen standing in the clearing. The majority of personnel are covertly withdrawn to prevent interaction. T+00:52: Internal clock registers 109581 CE. A large number of humans have congregated around the centre of SCP-5717, and appear to be positioned in a roughly spiralling pattern, extending out from an unidentified cuboid mass. Individuals can be seen talking, collecting food from nearby flora, and engaging in sexual intercourse. None deviate more than one metre from their base position in the spiral. All remaining personnel are withdrawn. Additional information recovered from onboard XEMPTS cameras. T+01:16: Internal clock registers 766466 CE. Humans have biologically deviated from the standard, and no longer verbally communicate. Approximately ten-thousand such 'proto-SCP-5717-1' are visible. The mass in the centre of SCP-5717 has acquired a large opening on one side, as well as ridges on the upper surface and long protrusions from the bottom. T+01:35: The unidentified mass becomes clearly recognisable as a commercial food stand, and continues to gain detail and clarity. The operator (designated AE-5717) of the stand appears to be a gaunt human male in a faded grey suit and apron. The name of the food stand is stylised as "▓▓T ▓▒▓▓E S▓▒T". T+02:02: The food stand is fully realised, and all SCP-5717-1 immediately cease activities and turn to face it. AE-5717 twitches, and places a polystyrene container in the leading instance's hands, which it then opens, revealing a mixed slurry of macaroni and cheese, ground beef, and an unidentified deep-fried matter. The internal clock registers 320060001 CE. T+02:03: After presenting the container to the instances in the queue behind it, the leading SCP-5717-1 begins to consume the material. As they do so, their body begins to distend along various diagonal axes. Discolouration consistent with feral instances is observed. The XEMPTS internal clock registers simultaneously 400000000 CE and 2002-12-064. T+02:06: The leading SCP-5717-1 finishes the meal and its distortion increases rapidly, distending the instance to infinity in multiple directions. Large quantities of microwave radiation and its tachyonic counterpart are emitted, and the instance disappears, producing a shockwave that throws nearby instances several metres from the food stall. These instances then also disappear, but do not display the same distortion or discolouration. T+02:07: AE-5717 is observed writing on a clipboard and measuring ingredients. The XEMPTS internal clock registers 2019-07-22, and ceases functionality due to damage from accumulated radiation. Before camera shutdown, all SCP-5717-1 in the queue can be seen moving forward simultaneously. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Information restricted to Containment Team CT-5717. 2. Most notably meat products, which they are unable to digest efficiently. 3. A device designed to safely navigate temporal distortions and event sequences without the isolation (and risk of tearing) provided by Constant Temporal Sinks. Based on designs salvaged from known stable temporal loops. 4. Confirmed manifestation date of six SCP-5717-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5717" by MaliceAforethought and Zapperr459, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5717. 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SCP-5718 | safe | Item#: 5718 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The location of SCP-5718 should remain unknown to the public. SCP-5718 must never leave SCP-5718-A-1, unless for testing of individual instances; even then, taking any part of SCP-5718 outside SCP-5718-A is strictly prohibited. To prevent any accidental confidentiality breaches, Dr. Rogers, previously independently researching the life of Edward Thatch and the possible whereabouts of his treasure, has been employed by the Foundation as a history expert to work on the case. Provisional Reliquary Site-37 has been established around SCP-5718-A (36°40'12.4"N, 67°58'17.4"W). Should any unauthorized person attempt to reach the island, they should be treated according to standard procedures when dealing with trespassing on military grounds. The area around the entrance grotto should be sealed off with metal fencing and be closed off to any employee under the Clearance Level of 4. During any volcanic activity (even such that in non-anomalous circumstances would not be harmful), the resident staff should be evacuated and MTF Eta-7 ("Pirate Hunters") is to employ Protocol "Maynard", which includes checking if SCP-5718-B is still in its designated place, next to the body in the treasure room (for exact orders see Document 3/5718). Any eventual changes to the containment procedures should first be consulted with Provisional Reliquary Site-37 director Spotswood. Description: SCP-5718 is the collective designation of what has been confirmed to be the treasure of Edward Thatch, more commonly known as Blackbeard. It is contained on a small, unnamed (here called SCP-5718-A for clarity) volcanic island in the Atlantic Ocean, approximately halfway between Rhode Island and Bermuda (exact coordinates in Special Containment Procedures). If any part of SCP-5718 leaves the arbitrary borders of SCP-5718-A, the person in possession of the object(s) will start experiencing anomalously conceived side effects, listed below: This data was estimated based on dubious historical claims and Incident 5718/11/22. It is by no means fully accurate, but testing is unadvised due to ethical reasons. Phase # Time passed since leaving SCP-5718-A Anomalous effect Notes 0 1-6 hours N/A N/A 1 6-12 hours Sudden anxiety, nausea, auditory hallucinations1 N/A 2 12-36 hours Beginnings of paranoia, signs of persecutory delusion N/A 3 36 hours — 1 week Visual hallucinations, specifically of oneself having syphilis, increase of auditory hallucinations N/A 4 1-3 weeks Actual syphilis anomalously manifesting in the subject at an advanced rate Could not be treated in modern ways (See Addendum 5718.2) 5 3-6 weeks Anomalous effects start to affect other people around the subject UNCONFIRMED 6 6-12 weeks Sudden death of the subject due to the illness and the declining mental state UNCONFIRMED Whenever any part of SCP-5718 is in danger of leaving SCP-5718-A, the volcano starts activating, although its activity is not directly related to the state of SCP-5718. Research has shown that the entire SCP-5718-A-1 area has remained intact since at least 1800, while this particular volcano is known to have erupted at least 3 times in the past 50 years. The exact location of SCP-5718 is in an underground cave (SCP-5718-A-1) beneath the volcano, accessible from the grotto by the coast, about 50 [m] below sea level. The entrance to SCP-5718-A-1 is closed by a primitive rock-carved mechanism, covering the opening with a stone slab whose edges are crumbled, making the "door" clearly outlined. The mechanism can be forced open with explosives, but this is not advised due to the nature of the anomaly; should anyone with a high enough clearance level need to enter SCP-5718-A-1, they should use SCP-5718-1 (described in Addendum 5718.1) in the appropriate "keyhole", visible on the right of the door, 1.4 [m] high. SCP-5718-A-1 is laid out as follows: The aforementioned entrance, in the far wall of the coastal grotto; A narrow (2 [m] wide), worn down, stone staircase (ending at 50 [m] below sea level); A natural, circular chamber, averaging five meters in diameter; A 32 [m] x 1.6 [m] x 1.8 [m] man-made corridor, ending with an ankle-high rope "stumbler", dated back to early 18th century; A deep pit filled with rubble, allowing passage to the next room; Another 20 [m] of the same corridor; The treasure room. Additionally, on the right2 wall of the staircase, torches are hung at approximately two-meter intervals. These torches have an anomalous feature, namely — when the door to SCP-5718-A-1 is opened, they spontaneously ignite. No fuel or mechanism was detected that could make this phenomenon non-anomalously effective. The rubble in the pit appears to have been put there by some sort of simple trap mechanism, triggered by the rope. The treasure room itself measures approximately 17 [m] x 10 [m] x 5 [m]. It is filled with a large amount of pirate loot typical for the era in which Blackbeard lived (detailed list in Addendum 5718.1). In the middle of the room is a limestone pedestal, on which, under a linen shroud, lies a headless3 corpse dressed in elegant, expensive, 18th-century attire. On-site anthropologists and historians have confirmed that this is, with near certainty, the body of Edward Thatch. Addendum 5718.1: List of SCP-5718 instances For the descriptions of individual instances cataloged here under the same category, please consult the Site Repository. Item # Description Notes SCP-5718-B Human skull, silver-plated, retrieved from the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, MA Must be kept with the rest of Blackbeard's body (See Document 3/5718 and Addendum 5718.2) SCP-5718-1 A brass, ornate pendant with a skull motif (pictured above); used as a key to SCP-5718-A-1 Found in a small wooden box wedged between rocks in another part of SCP-5718-A, as described in the acquired source (See Addendum 5718.2) SCP-5718-2 to -6 Canvas sacks full of spices such as cinnamon, cardamon, pepper, vanilla and saffron Despite seemingly being there for at least two centuries, none of the instances are rotten or moldy SCP-5718-7 to -40 Historically valuable textiles and outfits N/A SCP-5718-41 to -132 Expensive jewelry made of precious metals and gemstones N/A SCP-5718-133 to -8845 Individual gold ingots and coins I'm sorry, but it needed to be done. We cannot risk losing even the smallest piece of this. —dir. Spotswood Addendum 5718.2: Incident 5718/11/22 On 11/22/20██, the Foundation's Anomaly Detecting Systems reported anomalous activity in Nassau, Bahamas, unrelated to SCP-5612. Upon investigation, Agents Horn and Gold discovered an individual, Dr. Rogers, affected by SCP-5718's anomalous effects. The man was in the fourth stage of the anomaly's progression, and, after the interview, willingly agreed to guiding Foundation personnel to SCP-5718-A and returning the part of the treasure he had been currently studying4. After he personally reinstated the items (alongside SCP-5718-B, which he had previously rented from the Peabody Essex Museum), he has reported the cessation of anomalous influence. He has expressed interest in helping with the research on-site, and after ensuring no other anomalous effects were present in him, he's been accepted as a member of the containment and research team by director Spotswood. His help proved invaluable, as he was in possession of the only historical source mentioning the possible location of Blackbeard's treasure — a journal from the late 1790s, written by a man known only as "Shitter" Jones, who had apparently been a cook on a pirate ship. His entries detailing his encounter with the anomaly were used as a baseline for the Special Containment Procedures. + Open interview log - Close interview log Interviewed: Dr. W. Rogers Interviewer: Agent B. Horn Foreword: The following is an interview with Dr. Rogers conducted by Agent Horn after the discovery of the interviewee in his research lab in Nassau, which led to the discovery of SCP-5718. Dr. Rogers was in advanced stages of the anomaly, hence the incoherence of some of his statements. A background check had been run on Dr. Rogers prior to the interview. Agent Gold was monitoring the vicinity of the lab to ensure that the interview goes uninterrupted. <BEGIN LOG> Agent Horn: Dr. Rogers? I need to talk with you for a moment. Dr. Rogers: (Visibly frightened) Who are you? Please… please leave me alone! I-I'll put it, I'll put it back! Agent Horn: Listen, I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help you. Dr. Rogers: (Grabs his head) I'll put it back! Please! (He notices a syphilis wound on his face and lets out a pained moan.) Agent Horn: Put what back? The pirate treasure? Dr. Rogers: The treasure… the treasure, yes… I swear, I only wanted to… to study it, and… (Trails off) Agent Horn: Could you lead me to it? I can see you're in pain, but I know people who can help you. Dr. Rogers: (Trying to compose himself) Well, y-you see… I… I found this journal. It had… a map. (Pauses) Agent Horn: A map? Dr. Rogers: (Coughs) Yes, a map, to… to a remote island. (Pauses) From the 1790s. The… journal, I mean. (He jerks his head suddenly, staring at an undisclosed target somewhere in the distance.) Agent Horn: Don't worry, no one — and nothing — is going to hurt you. My friend outside is protecting us from any threats that might show up. Please, continue. Dr. Rogers: (Sighs) It's just… It's some sort of cursed treasure. (Scoffs) I feel stupid, saying this. But… but it's… it's true. Blackbeard had syphilis, you know. And he was really… heh, tetchy about it, if you catch my meaning. B-b— (He takes a deep breath and restarts) And now someone… I… find his treasure, and, and take it, just to make sure it's really his, and, and, and here I am, down with fucking syphilis, and some cursed one at that, did you know I went to the doctor with this last week and they, they said that it's, quote, scientifically impossible that it got this bad in, in just a week, and I haven't even fucked, I don't have a partner— Agent Horn: Doctor, please try to calm down. Dr. Rogers: I'm sorry. Agent Horn: Do continue. Dr. Rogers: I… (Takes a deep breath) I had to put mercury on my fucking… skin… to feel any relief. It doesn't make any sense. But the toxic fucking thing actually worked. (Chuckles) Agent Horn: I see. Are there any other symptoms that you think might stem from the, as you called it, curse? Dr. Rogers: I… I keep hearing voices. O-one voice, actually… (Pauses) Oh god. I think it's him. Agent Horn: "Him", as in?… Like, Satan, or?… Dr. Rogers: (Chuckles) Some would agree. But no, I'm— I'm an atheist. No, I think it's… somehow… (Whispers) Blackbeard himself. (Pauses, hides face in hands) God, that sounds so fucking stupid. But I keep hearing a voice. Accusing me of stealing. Threatening me. D-Doesn't help I keep seeing some— some dark figures in the corner of my eye… (Freezes for a second, then continues) He was the pirate, for god's sake! He fucking stole from people, and then I— I try to make a historical breakthrough and— and this fucking happens! I'll fucking put it back alright, just make it stop! Agent Horn: Dr. Rogers, don't worry. If you lead us to the island, I will make sure you can return the treasure yourself. Dr. Rogers: (Looks up at Agent Horn) I… I can do it. I will do it. I need to do it, or— or otherwise I'll fucking die of, of, of fucking cursed syphilis. (Chuckles, then starts sobbing) <END LOG> Closing Statement: Following this event, Agent Horn led Dr. Rogers out of the lab and contacted additional Foundation personnel, forwarding the gathered information and requesting their appearance. Footnotes 1. Specifically, "hearing voices" accusing the subject of "stealing from the Devil himself" and threatening them with "Hell, fire and brimstone". 2. From the perspective of a person descending. 3. While Blackbeard's head had been famously removed, the legendary silver-plated skull (designated SCP-5718-B) has been retrieved by Foundation Agents from the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, MA and, after testing for compatibility, has been placed with the rest of the body. This has significantly decreased the number of incidents happening in Provisional Reliquary Site-37 (See Document 3/5718). 4. Instances -8, -23, -25 and -3384 to -3389. |
SCP-5719 | safe | Item #: SCP-5719 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5719 is contained in a modified item locker designed to hold it at Site-85. When transporting to a containment cell for testing, care should be taken not to interact with SCP-5719's surface. Testing is only to be done with personnel who have not previously interacted with it. SCP-5719 Description: SCP-5719 is a former illusory art piece that has since taken on the characteristics of a large speed bump protruding out of the sidewalk it was painted on. Installed in Zwolle, Netherlands during an exhibition hosted by the Preservation of Modern Freethinking1 in 2005, its anomalous properties manifested at an unknown point within the next year. The Foundation later confirmed its anomalous properties in 2007 after initial discovery, and subsequently moved it from its point of origin under the guise of renovation. Physical objects traversing SCP-5719 have their speed altered depending on how fast they were moving at the time of entry. Objects moving faster than 4.1 m/s are slowed down, while objects moving slower are sped up. The magnitude of this change varies depending on the point of entry: objects entering from the north side experience the smallest change of 1.7%, while objects entering from the south experience the largest change of 56.1%. If more than one object traverses SCP-5719 at the same time, only the first object to enter will be affected. SCP-5719-1 is a tunnel located inside SCP-5719, accessible through an opening hidden by a plaque on SCP-5719. It is able to be accessed by only one individual at a time. SCP-5719-1's design, as well as locked entrances at the end of SCP-5719-1, indicate a location inside an amphitheater of unknown origin. After attempting to open one of the locked entrances, SCP-5719-2, a disembodied voice different in tone and/or gender with each appearance, will speak to the subject in the language they are most fluent with. SCP-5719-2 will not speak to a subject who has previously entered SCP-5719-1. No identification to any known human being has been made. If the subject did not traverse SCP-5719 or use an object across SCP-5719, SCP-5719-2 will only say "A warrior's true test lies out of reach. The 34 trials await you yet.". If the subject traversed SCP-5719's surface, the subject will be asked 17 questions, listed in order: "Where is the soul that was kept inside of you?" "What God do you fear?" "Which road to your end will you follow?" "To whom does your hope lie with?" "Who is your guidance?" "When will you be ready?" "Why do you seek more than you need?" "Does your strength lie in wit alone?" "Where is your purpose?" "What does your heart tell you?" "Which man speaks truth to your being?" "How long will you be willing to wait?" "Who are you to speak for others?" "When is your journey complete?" "Why do you seek reason among disorder?" "Is your belief sacred to your being?" "Will you stay true to yourself?" In nearly all cases2, regardless of answers given, SCP-5719-2 will turn the subject down, stating "It is not your time. Seek insight into all you know, and forge wisdom out of doubt.". Addendum SCP-5719-E: During testing on 12/21/10, D-3684 traversed SCP-5719 with an entry speed of 3.3 m/s, with the point of entry being 289°. Subsequent interaction with SCP-5719-2 took considerably longer than normal, with SCP-5719-2 pausing for 7 seconds between answers before the next question. + Transcript SCP-5719-2-50 - Transcript SCP-5719-2-50 SCP-5719-2: Where is the soul that was kept inside of you? D-3684: It's… what do I even answer? I don't… have a soul. SCP-5719-2: What God do you fear? D-3684: None. SCP-5719-2: Which road to your end will you follow? D-3684 pauses for 89 seconds. D-3684: I… Whatever end the Foundation wants to give me. But I'd like it to be my own. SCP-5719-2: To whom does your hope lie with? D-3684: My… Shit. Used to be my family. Now it's myself. SCP-5719-2: Who is your guidance? D-3684 starts to rub his eyes, with no response for 21 seconds. D-3684: It used to be God. It really did. I can only look out for myself now. Fuck. SCP-5719-2: When will you be ready? D-3684: I… I won't ever be ready for anything. I get dropped into tests without warning. There's no way I can prepare myself for anything. SCP-5719-2: Why do you seek more than you need? D-3684: I never thought of myself that way. I just want to go home again, man. I really do. SCP-5719-2: Does your strength lie in wit alone? D-3684: I can learn about stuff all I want, but at some point, they're gonna put me in some shit that I can't scrap my way out of. What do I do then? Nothing. I'm just here until I'm done being useful. Brains don't mean shit after a certain point. SCP-5719-2: Where is your purpose? D-3684 sniffles, leaning against the wall. D-3684: Fuck, man. I really don't know. At least here, there's nothing fucked. Just a weird voice acting like a therapist. SCP-5719-2: What does your heart tell you? D-3684: I just… If I could? I'd run away from here. From everything. See how far and how fast I can outrun those boots. SCP-5719-2: Which man speaks truth to your being? D-3684 pauses for 31 seconds. D-3684: If someone was able to do that, I don't know that I'd be in this position. SCP-5719-2: How long will you be willing to wait? D-3684: Depends on what I'm waiting for. I have all the time in the world for something to happen, though. Even dying. SCP-5719-2: Who are you to speak for others? D-3684: I'm not. Fuck no, I'm definitely not. D-3684 laughs to himself. SCP-5719-2: When is your journey complete? D-3684: When I die? Nothing left to do at that point. SCP-5719-2: Why do you seek reason among disorder? D-3684: Maybe if you were trapped in a hellhole of testing for no good reason, and all you got to see was fucked up shit that makes no sense on a near-daily basis… yeah, you'd want to find reason too. SCP-5719-2: Is your belief sacred to your being? D-3684: I don't know what I believe in. I'm tired of this philosophy bullshit. It's not my thing. I just want to live. There's a better life out there than this, right? SCP-5719-2: Will you stay true to yourself? D-3684: I… What the fuck else do I do? SCP-5719-2 is silent for 119 seconds. D-3684: Hey, this thing okay? Can I — SCP-5719-2: Seek what you must learn. Gain that which you have sought. Fear nothing. Embolden your beliefs. Absolution begins with recovery. Do not fall victim to the ones who deceive for their own gain. Make haste, and you will find what you are looking for. A faint unlocking sound from the entrance doors is heard. D-3684: Woah. That's… I can't see for shit in there. But… there's nothing to lose with this, right? D-3684 lets out a strained breathy laugh as he takes off his shirt, removing the attached wire set up on him. He runs towards the doors, stumbling before taking off into a sprint past them. All contact is immediately lost. - Transcript SCP-5719-2-50 Repeated tests with SCP-5719 under the same speed and point of entry have failed to duplicate similar results. Footnotes 1. A now-defunct local art group. 2. See Addendum SCP-5719-E. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5719" by Decibelles, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5719. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: scp-5719.jpg Name: Portal 1, Zwolle.jpg Author: Dqfn13 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Portal_1,_Zwolle.jpg |
SCP-5720 | safe | SCP-5720 in an inert state, with several tanks removed for study. Item #: SCP-5720 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5720 is to be kept in a standard Safe chamber, located within Site 77's Safe SCP wing. SCP-5720 is to have its three fuel tanks removed when not in testing, and is to be checked every three weeks for signs of wear; should SCP-5720 require any maintenance work, all eight reservoirs are to be removed before maintenance is performed. Description: SCP-5720 is a mechanical device superficially resembling a mobile, claw-mounted crane, fit with a plow mounted on the front, as well as a nozzle in the center of the claw. The nozzle is hooked up to one five-liter tank of industrial-grade adhesive and four five-liter tanks of red, blue, green, and yellow paint. When inert, it weighs approximately one metric tonne. SCP-5720 is capable of moving at a speed of up to three kilometers per hour, and appears to be powered by small diesel engine, fueled by three twenty-liter fuel tanks. When introduced to fuel, and if enough workable material is nearby, SCP-5720 will activate, and remain active until it exhausts its fuel, its workable material, or both. When active, SCP-5720 will use all available tools to form spheres out of material in its environment, rolling and forming objects using both its plow and crane arm, and using its adhesive to bond material together. Once a varying amount of different sized spheres have been made, SCP-5720 will arrange them in a straight line, eventually making what appears to be a model of a planetary system. Upon completion of the system, SCP-5720 will proceed to paint each planetary object, beginning with a single-shade base overcoat and continuing through multiple layers, showing detailed surface and atmospheric features. In the event that other colors are needed, SCP-5720 will combine paints in order to achieve the necessary color. Other objects, such as planetary satellites and asteroid belts, are typically left unpainted and unaligned with the rest of the model. The majority of the planetary system models created by SCP-5720 do not match other systems currently known to exist. However, at least four systems match up: Sol, Kepler-11, Gliese 876, and Mu Arae. Several of the models seem to attempt to model other known systems, but include disparities such as an incorrect number of planets, the presence of circumstellar disks, or asteroid belts. These models are to be photographed and kept on record, in the event that further information discovered on known systems reveal them to be similar. Addendum 5720-A: On 06/09/2009, SCP-5720 created a model with several anomalies inconsistent with other models it has created. A ninety-centimeter ring was placed around the model's sun, with two eleven-centimeter thick blue lines painted along both edges of the ring. A planet estimated to be in the circumstellar habitable zone and possessing apparent oceans also had a long, unpainted pole running from an assumed landmass to one of the planet's satellites. Additionally, twenty-seven small, cubical objects were placed in orbit of three of the planets, similar to planetary satellites in other models. Further research into the content of this model is underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5720" by Anonymous and Wilt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5720. Licensed under CC-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: Brokengod-fist-new.jpg Name: US Navy 041026-N-1825E-041 A robot used by Navy Explosive Ordnance Disposal Mobile Unit Eight (EODMU-8), Detachment Eighteen, carries an explosives deterrent device in its claw during an exercise.jpg Author: Joe Ebalo, Elogee FishTruck does not match any existing user name License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image slightly cropped from original. |
SCP-5721 | esoteric-class | Item#: 5721 Level3 Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Updated Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to promote the usage of alternative internet chatrooms and other VoIP applications to divert demand from SCP-5721. Usage of SCP-5721 is banned for all Foundation employees, including those employed in front companies. Selective information on SCP-5721's effect have been passed to allied Groups of Interest in order for them to enact similar policies. At this time, direct interference with SCP-5721 or SCP-5721-1 is inadvisable due to the high risk of collateral damage. Neutralization procedures for SCP-5721-1 are being constructed in collaboration with the Global Occult Coalition. Description: SCP-5721 is the collective designation for anomalous phenomena associated with Discord, a popular web and mobile chat application that specializes in communication via text, audio, and video channels. While the application and its userbase are currently believed to be non-anomalous, an examination of SCP-5721's Terms of Service revealed the following paragraph. Furthermore: by using Discord, you forfeit all claims on your soul by any deity or variations thereof, and pledge yourself in worship to the goddess Discordia, daughter of Night and Darkness. Hammer and Chisel is not responsible for any smiting or divine punishments by any angered deities or variations thereof as a result of this agreement. Any legal challenges to this clause must take place in the legal jurisdiction of the court of Pluto, lord of the underworld. Hammer and Chisel is not responsible for travel arrangements to Avernus… No antimemetic or otherwise anomalous properties were found to be disguising this clause. The majority of users who read the clause were found to have assumed it was a joke, as Discord is known for its humorous loading screens. After a user creates a Discord account and accepts the Terms of Service, each successive use of the application siphons that user's Elan-Vital Energy.1 The rate appears to vary depending on the method the user chooses to interact with the account. Observations have been detailed below. Activity EVE siphon rate compared to standard messaging Using voice chat. Higher. Buying a Nitro Booster. Lower. Watching a stream. Higher. Producing a stream. Lower.2 Becoming a moderator for a channel Rate will decrease proportionally with the size of the channel.3 Deletion of account. A brief extreme increase was noted during the process, resulting in lethargy for several days before abating. Approximately 0.3 percent of previously intensive users experience fatal cranial atrophy upon deletion. Historical depiction of SCP-5721-1. SCP-5721-1 is a humanoid known as Jason Citron, the founder of Hammer and Chisel. While SCP-5721-1 appears to be a non-anomalous European male to the human eye, aetheric examination reveals that SCP-5721-1 is in fact a Class-IX emotokinetic4 known as Eris5, the Ancient Greek goddess of strife and chaos. SCP-5721-1 is assumed to have replaced the actual Jason Citron sometime in early 2014 based upon accounts of sudden personality changes by colleagues. News reports indicate this was the point at which the majority of Hammer and Chisel's staff was laid off and replaced, and the rollout of Discord was delayed by several months, with Citron citing several technical issues that needed to be fixed. Interviewed: SCP-5721-1 Interviewer: Agent Moines Foreword: On 2019/02/20, the Foundation arranged an interview with SCP-5721-1 while under the guise of a local media company. <Begin Log> [Moines is sitting in a chair in the lobby of H&C's headquarters, pretending to read a magazine while allowing her hidden camera to gain a wide view of the lobby. Two employees walk by, conversing in an unknown language with similarities to Greek.] [The secretary answers the phone, nodding briefly before hanging up and making their way to Moines.] Secretary: Miss Reynolds? Mr. Citron will see you now. Follow me. [Moines rises, following the secretary down a hallway. To the right, a basket full of apples sits on a table in an empty room. Several etchings in Ancient Greek have been left on one of the markerboards.] [The two arrive at the corner office, where SCP-5721-1 is idly examining a Rubix Cube. It gets up to shake Moines's hand as she is ushered in by the secretary.] SCP-5721-1: Reynolds, right? Glad you could make it. Can I get you anything? Maybe some Kombucha? Heard that's popular with you millennials or whatever. Moines: Uh, sure, I'll take some. SCP-5721-1: Oh. Moines: Is something wrong? SCP-5721-1: Uh, we don't actually have any kombucha. I was hoping you'd refuse. Moines: I suppose I'm alright then. Should we start the interview? SCP-5721-1: Sure, straight to business- actually, hold on a minute. Agatha! Secretary: Yes sir? SCP-5721-1: You made the calls, right? Secretary: Yes sir. They confirmed it. [SCP-5721-1 sighs.] SCP-5721-1: Of course. Thank you Agi, that'll be it for now. Moines: Everything all right? SCP-5721-1: Oh, it's a little embarrassing, but after our call last week, I went ahead and called your editor. We've had a few problems with tabloids you know, after all that video game buzz after the shooting. It's ridiculous, we don't even make any games! But you know, had to be sure. Sorry. Your boss gave a glowing review, promised me I was in the best of hands. Moines: Of course, it's only natural for a CEO to double check their appointments. So, I wanted to ask you- SCP-5721-1: But then I remembered a tiny, tiny detail. I've read The Daily Crier. In fact, I read it pretty much every day. And I've never even seen the name Chelsea Reynolds pop up even once. Moines: I'm mostly on the web side of things. Is there a problem with that? I can give you my editor's number again. SCP-5721-1: Ah, of course. That was my first assumption as well. But then I thought, you know what you gorgeous goddess, you should make sure. So I called a few of your colleagues, and they said they haven't heard of someone like you ever working at the org. Moines: … SCP-5721-1: Isn't that funny? [Moines moves to press the panic button on her watch.] SCP-5721-1: Never forget the grunts, that's what I say. So, who is this lovely call from? Bushnell? The GOC? Or did Bellona finally get around to crossing me off? Moines: No point hiding, I suppose. I work for the Foundation. SCP-5721-1: Oooh, the Men in Black are calling on me? What a treat. I'm so sorry, what can I do for you? I'm assuming this is about that little Terms of Service clause, naturally. [Moines hesitates, moving her hand away from the button.] Moines: Well yes, actually. They seem to be siphoning EVE particles away from- SCP-5721-1: Eve what? The naked woman with the snake? Moines: Elan Vital Energy particles? It's a term for life energy. SCP-5721-1: Oh, well how am I supposed to know that? You can't make up an inhouse scientific term and expect people to know. Yeah, it takes it away from the users. We wired it to take a little less from the mods and streamers, got to keep the flow of users going. [SCP-5721-1 pulls up its sleeve, revealing a cybernetic component integrated into its left arm.] SCP-5721-1: Took most of our initial funds to get the Maxwellists to knock this prototype up. This collects all the energy we harvest, or Eve particles if you want to get all sciency, and delivers it directly to me. Moines: Can I ask why? SCP-5721-1: Sure. [Both remain silent.] SCP-5721-1: Ugh, you're no fun. Let me ask you a question: How many people do you think worship the Greek or Roman gods these days? How many people do you think pray at our temples, sacrifice on altars, whisper our names for luck and prosperity? Give me your best guess. Moines: I'd say… not a lot. Don't you have your own religion, though? Discordianism? SCP-5721-1: Eh. Code monkeys and secretaries, but not much else use for them. The bigger gods like Poseidon and Zeus have been coasting along perfectly fine, it'll be millennia before they even need to think about drumming up more support. But the little guys like me or Aristaeus or Eirene? We'll go out like smoke. So, I made this. Moines: I see. Why Discord, though? Was it just the name, or… SCP-5721-1: Well, I needed something web-based. A place where I wouldn't be seen as suspicious if I murdered the last guy and went walking around in his skin. I suppose I could've always gone with Arcadia, they've got the tech, but gods are they weird. I'm pretty sure they're made out of Satanism and cocaine- [A knock on the door reveals Agatha, setting down a pitcher on a tray with two cups.] SCP-5721-1: Ah, thank you. Grape juice. May be a child's drink here, but it was all we had back in the day. Had to make it fast enough before it turned into wine. Which was always good, but a millennia-long hangover isn't something I feel like repeating. Moines: Uh, sure. Thank you. So… SCP-5721-1: So? I'm guessing there's something you still want from me- right, the servers. You're here to shut me down? Moines: Just the clause that lets you harvest EVE energy from your users. SCP-5721-1: Hey, they all agreed to the Terms of Service. We literally state that your immortal soul is becoming the property of a goddess, not my fault if they don't pay attention. Moines: You can't expect people to take that clause seriously. Gods aren't a staple of everyday life anymore. [SCP-5721-1 shrugs.] SCP-5721-1: Sue me. And good luck getting a preliminary injunction in the underworld, cases have been backed up for the last 500 years. You guys are really getting better at killing each other. Moines: I- Never mind. Forget how reasonable or unreasonable the terms of service are, that's not what we're concerned with. This is not a request, but a demand. Otherwise we'll have to take more drastic measures. SCP-5721-1: Hmm. Give into your suicidal grief and open your throat with a pen. [Moines remains sitting and does not reach for the pen. SCP-5721-1 appears confused.] Moines: You're a Class-IX emotokinetic, it would be stupid to sit in the same room as you without a score of emotional blockers. Now, I can press the button on my watch and have this building stormed by a small army that'll shove you into the back of an armored truck, or you can come quietly and we can sort this out peacefully. What's it going to be? [SCP-5721-1 bursts into laughter and applauds.] SCP-5721-1: Bravo, bravo! The Foundation lives up to its reputation. Here you are, a measly human, threatening a personification of chaos for the betterment of mankind. If you weren't here to arrest me, I think I'd kiss you. Moines: Uh… thanks. Does this mean you'll be complying with our terms? SCP-5721-1: Sure, sure. Just let me kill off my userbase first and I'll be right along. Moines: Wait, what? SCP-5721-1: 250 million accounts, 14 million daily active users. Maybe I'll have them all jump off the nearest bridge. Or drive them into homicidal rages. Sure, a few would get arrested, but I feel like we could probably get at least half a billion casualties before people start catching on. What do you think? The first one definitely has the more creative aspect to it, but I'm not turned off from Option 2 entirely, if you can spin it right. Moines: …You wouldn't do that. You said it yourself, they're your worshipers. You need them to survive. SCP-5721-1: It's true, I do. But if you're going to take me down, I might as well go out kicking and screaming. Moines: You're willing to starve yourself to death just to spite us? That's suicidal. SCP-5721-1: Are you forgetting who you're talking to? I started one of the bloodiest wars in history because I wasn't invited to a wedding. I'm the pettiest person you'll ever meet. I have no problem killing off a continent's worth of people if my freedom's at stake. Go back to your overseers. Tell them what I said, and never come back. Got it? Moines: ….Understood. Thank you for the time. SCP-5721-1: Perfect. Oh, and Reynolds? Moines: Yes? SCP-5721-1: This isn't a request. It's a demand. <End Log> Footnotes 1. A fundamental form of energy emitted by all living creatures. 2. Theorized to be a incentive mechanism by H&C. 3. This appears to have the side result of causing moderators to have an emotional fixation with the platform. 4. An entity with the ability to influence emotions in living organisms. 5. Or Discordia for her Roman equivalent. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5721" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5721. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5721 | uncontained | Item#: 5721 Level3 Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Updated Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to promote the usage of alternative internet chatrooms and other VoIP applications to divert demand from SCP-5721. Usage of SCP-5721 is banned for all Foundation employees, including those employed in front companies. Selective information on SCP-5721's effect have been passed to allied Groups of Interest in order for them to enact similar policies. At this time, direct interference with SCP-5721 or SCP-5721-1 is inadvisable due to the high risk of collateral damage. Neutralization procedures for SCP-5721-1 are being constructed in collaboration with the Global Occult Coalition. Description: SCP-5721 is the collective designation for anomalous phenomena associated with Discord, a popular web and mobile chat application that specializes in communication via text, audio, and video channels. While the application and its userbase are currently believed to be non-anomalous, an examination of SCP-5721's Terms of Service revealed the following paragraph. Furthermore: by using Discord, you forfeit all claims on your soul by any deity or variations thereof, and pledge yourself in worship to the goddess Discordia, daughter of Night and Darkness. Hammer and Chisel is not responsible for any smiting or divine punishments by any angered deities or variations thereof as a result of this agreement. Any legal challenges to this clause must take place in the legal jurisdiction of the court of Pluto, lord of the underworld. Hammer and Chisel is not responsible for travel arrangements to Avernus… No antimemetic or otherwise anomalous properties were found to be disguising this clause. The majority of users who read the clause were found to have assumed it was a joke, as Discord is known for its humorous loading screens. After a user creates a Discord account and accepts the Terms of Service, each successive use of the application siphons that user's Elan-Vital Energy.1 The rate appears to vary depending on the method the user chooses to interact with the account. Observations have been detailed below. Activity EVE siphon rate compared to standard messaging Using voice chat. Higher. Buying a Nitro Booster. Lower. Watching a stream. Higher. Producing a stream. Lower.2 Becoming a moderator for a channel Rate will decrease proportionally with the size of the channel.3 Deletion of account. A brief extreme increase was noted during the process, resulting in lethargy for several days before abating. Approximately 0.3 percent of previously intensive users experience fatal cranial atrophy upon deletion. Historical depiction of SCP-5721-1. SCP-5721-1 is a humanoid known as Jason Citron, the founder of Hammer and Chisel. While SCP-5721-1 appears to be a non-anomalous European male to the human eye, aetheric examination reveals that SCP-5721-1 is in fact a Class-IX emotokinetic4 known as Eris5, the Ancient Greek goddess of strife and chaos. SCP-5721-1 is assumed to have replaced the actual Jason Citron sometime in early 2014 based upon accounts of sudden personality changes by colleagues. News reports indicate this was the point at which the majority of Hammer and Chisel's staff was laid off and replaced, and the rollout of Discord was delayed by several months, with Citron citing several technical issues that needed to be fixed. Interviewed: SCP-5721-1 Interviewer: Agent Moines Foreword: On 2019/02/20, the Foundation arranged an interview with SCP-5721-1 while under the guise of a local media company. <Begin Log> [Moines is sitting in a chair in the lobby of H&C's headquarters, pretending to read a magazine while allowing her hidden camera to gain a wide view of the lobby. Two employees walk by, conversing in an unknown language with similarities to Greek.] [The secretary answers the phone, nodding briefly before hanging up and making their way to Moines.] Secretary: Miss Reynolds? Mr. Citron will see you now. Follow me. [Moines rises, following the secretary down a hallway. To the right, a basket full of apples sits on a table in an empty room. Several etchings in Ancient Greek have been left on one of the markerboards.] [The two arrive at the corner office, where SCP-5721-1 is idly examining a Rubix Cube. It gets up to shake Moines's hand as she is ushered in by the secretary.] SCP-5721-1: Reynolds, right? Glad you could make it. Can I get you anything? Maybe some Kombucha? Heard that's popular with you millennials or whatever. Moines: Uh, sure, I'll take some. SCP-5721-1: Oh. Moines: Is something wrong? SCP-5721-1: Uh, we don't actually have any kombucha. I was hoping you'd refuse. Moines: I suppose I'm alright then. Should we start the interview? SCP-5721-1: Sure, straight to business- actually, hold on a minute. Agatha! Secretary: Yes sir? SCP-5721-1: You made the calls, right? Secretary: Yes sir. They confirmed it. [SCP-5721-1 sighs.] SCP-5721-1: Of course. Thank you Agi, that'll be it for now. Moines: Everything all right? SCP-5721-1: Oh, it's a little embarrassing, but after our call last week, I went ahead and called your editor. We've had a few problems with tabloids you know, after all that video game buzz after the shooting. It's ridiculous, we don't even make any games! But you know, had to be sure. Sorry. Your boss gave a glowing review, promised me I was in the best of hands. Moines: Of course, it's only natural for a CEO to double check their appointments. So, I wanted to ask you- SCP-5721-1: But then I remembered a tiny, tiny detail. I've read The Daily Crier. In fact, I read it pretty much every day. And I've never even seen the name Chelsea Reynolds pop up even once. Moines: I'm mostly on the web side of things. Is there a problem with that? I can give you my editor's number again. SCP-5721-1: Ah, of course. That was my first assumption as well. But then I thought, you know what you gorgeous goddess, you should make sure. So I called a few of your colleagues, and they said they haven't heard of someone like you ever working at the org. Moines: … SCP-5721-1: Isn't that funny? [Moines moves to press the panic button on her watch.] SCP-5721-1: Never forget the grunts, that's what I say. So, who is this lovely call from? Bushnell? The GOC? Or did Bellona finally get around to crossing me off? Moines: No point hiding, I suppose. I work for the Foundation. SCP-5721-1: Oooh, the Men in Black are calling on me? What a treat. I'm so sorry, what can I do for you? I'm assuming this is about that little Terms of Service clause, naturally. [Moines hesitates, moving her hand away from the button.] Moines: Well yes, actually. They seem to be siphoning EVE particles away from- SCP-5721-1: Eve what? The naked woman with the snake? Moines: Elan Vital Energy particles? It's a term for life energy. SCP-5721-1: Oh, well how am I supposed to know that? You can't make up an inhouse scientific term and expect people to know. Yeah, it takes it away from the users. We wired it to take a little less from the mods and streamers, got to keep the flow of users going. [SCP-5721-1 pulls up its sleeve, revealing a cybernetic component integrated into its left arm.] SCP-5721-1: Took most of our initial funds to get the Maxwellists to knock this prototype up. This collects all the energy we harvest, or Eve particles if you want to get all sciency, and delivers it directly to me. Moines: Can I ask why? SCP-5721-1: Sure. [Both remain silent.] SCP-5721-1: Ugh, you're no fun. Let me ask you a question: How many people do you think worship the Greek or Roman gods these days? How many people do you think pray at our temples, sacrifice on altars, whisper our names for luck and prosperity? Give me your best guess. Moines: I'd say… not a lot. Don't you have your own religion, though? Discordianism? SCP-5721-1: Eh. Code monkeys and secretaries, but not much else use for them. The bigger gods like Poseidon and Zeus have been coasting along perfectly fine, it'll be millennia before they even need to think about drumming up more support. But the little guys like me or Aristaeus or Eirene? We'll go out like smoke. So, I made this. Moines: I see. Why Discord, though? Was it just the name, or… SCP-5721-1: Well, I needed something web-based. A place where I wouldn't be seen as suspicious if I murdered the last guy and went walking around in his skin. I suppose I could've always gone with Arcadia, they've got the tech, but gods are they weird. I'm pretty sure they're made out of Satanism and cocaine- [A knock on the door reveals Agatha, setting down a pitcher on a tray with two cups.] SCP-5721-1: Ah, thank you. Grape juice. May be a child's drink here, but it was all we had back in the day. Had to make it fast enough before it turned into wine. Which was always good, but a millennia-long hangover isn't something I feel like repeating. Moines: Uh, sure. Thank you. So… SCP-5721-1: So? I'm guessing there's something you still want from me- right, the servers. You're here to shut me down? Moines: Just the clause that lets you harvest EVE energy from your users. SCP-5721-1: Hey, they all agreed to the Terms of Service. We literally state that your immortal soul is becoming the property of a goddess, not my fault if they don't pay attention. Moines: You can't expect people to take that clause seriously. Gods aren't a staple of everyday life anymore. [SCP-5721-1 shrugs.] SCP-5721-1: Sue me. And good luck getting a preliminary injunction in the underworld, cases have been backed up for the last 500 years. You guys are really getting better at killing each other. Moines: I- Never mind. Forget how reasonable or unreasonable the terms of service are, that's not what we're concerned with. This is not a request, but a demand. Otherwise we'll have to take more drastic measures. SCP-5721-1: Hmm. Give into your suicidal grief and open your throat with a pen. [Moines remains sitting and does not reach for the pen. SCP-5721-1 appears confused.] Moines: You're a Class-IX emotokinetic, it would be stupid to sit in the same room as you without a score of emotional blockers. Now, I can press the button on my watch and have this building stormed by a small army that'll shove you into the back of an armored truck, or you can come quietly and we can sort this out peacefully. What's it going to be? [SCP-5721-1 bursts into laughter and applauds.] SCP-5721-1: Bravo, bravo! The Foundation lives up to its reputation. Here you are, a measly human, threatening a personification of chaos for the betterment of mankind. If you weren't here to arrest me, I think I'd kiss you. Moines: Uh… thanks. Does this mean you'll be complying with our terms? SCP-5721-1: Sure, sure. Just let me kill off my userbase first and I'll be right along. Moines: Wait, what? SCP-5721-1: 250 million accounts, 14 million daily active users. Maybe I'll have them all jump off the nearest bridge. Or drive them into homicidal rages. Sure, a few would get arrested, but I feel like we could probably get at least half a billion casualties before people start catching on. What do you think? The first one definitely has the more creative aspect to it, but I'm not turned off from Option 2 entirely, if you can spin it right. Moines: …You wouldn't do that. You said it yourself, they're your worshipers. You need them to survive. SCP-5721-1: It's true, I do. But if you're going to take me down, I might as well go out kicking and screaming. Moines: You're willing to starve yourself to death just to spite us? That's suicidal. SCP-5721-1: Are you forgetting who you're talking to? I started one of the bloodiest wars in history because I wasn't invited to a wedding. I'm the pettiest person you'll ever meet. I have no problem killing off a continent's worth of people if my freedom's at stake. Go back to your overseers. Tell them what I said, and never come back. Got it? Moines: ….Understood. Thank you for the time. SCP-5721-1: Perfect. Oh, and Reynolds? Moines: Yes? SCP-5721-1: This isn't a request. It's a demand. <End Log> Footnotes 1. A fundamental form of energy emitted by all living creatures. 2. Theorized to be a incentive mechanism by H&C. 3. This appears to have the side result of causing moderators to have an emotional fixation with the platform. 4. An entity with the ability to influence emotions in living organisms. 5. Or Discordia for her Roman equivalent. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5721" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5721. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5722 | safe | Lovesicker and Tstaffor Author Page | Podcast | Feeling Lucky? Tstaffor's Best of: SCP-6557 - Annihilation From a Cross Across Time SCP-5846 - The One-Stop Shop SCP-6547 - Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds… Item #: SCP-5722.That's a cool number. I like it (*^‿^*) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5722 is currently uncontained..Uh oh! I hope you catch it soon ⊂(･ω･*⊂) All efforts are to focused on the deletion of any edits made by SCP-5722. Description: SCP-5722 is a sapient entity that is able to anomalously add notes to any electronic text medium..What a cool power (♡°▽°♡) It will create footnotes on the affected file causing all important info to be muddled with extraneous data. An edit made by SCP-5722 is easily identified due to its consistent use of Japanese emoticon1 at the end of each of its notes..Kaomoji look a lot like me〣( ºΔº )〣 At an unknown point in time, SCP-5722 appeared inside the SCiPNET servers and tampered with a large number of documents. Addendum 5722.1 Edit Log: The following are excerpts of changes SCP-5722 made to documents before they were reverted. Altered Document: SCP-2952 Excerpt of Affected Text: SCP-2952 is a male Pembroke Welsh Corgi measuring over 30,000 kilometers in length.. Soooo long! And soooo cute V°ᴥ°V Altered Document: SCP-6337 Excerpt of Affected Text: Cast SCP-6337 in cement to commemorate its existence..Don't do that! Do you not realize he's still alive (°ロ°) ! Altered Document: SCP-999 Excerpt of Affected Text: (grunts) Hmmm? (unintelligible) what is this… (low noise, similar to light chuckle) I feel… good….Aww! Even 682 can't escape SCP-999's love (♡˙︶˙♡) Altered Document: SCP-4780 Excerpt of Affected Text: ray still pwrd poitn 2 desk flip lever 2 ushrik pressfireHURRY1.aww poor guy probably didn't make it (╥﹏╥) Altered Document: SCP-5178 Excerpt of Affected Text: Do you know what your sun is actually like?! Do you know what your sun has actually done?! Do you know what your sun could actually do to you?! NO!.I bet he's talking about that people melting sun 001! Mind blown (O.O) Altered Document: SCP-3128 Excerpt of Affected Text: Documentation of SCP-3128 updated to note several pieces are now missing; this includes one of its 'Get Out Of Jail Free' cards..She used the card to escape! So smart (⌐■_■) According to the statistics of RAISA, there are 1046 illegal footnotes. At present, all of them have been deleted. Addendum 5722.1 Interview log: Due to SCP-5722's ability to add footnotes to anything written inside this document, an interview will be conducted within this file. I will write out a sentence in an interview format and you (SCP-5722) can add a footnote on that line to answer me, OK?.Wait, are you talking to me (⊙_⊙) Date: ██/██/2021.Why do you need to cover that up? I can remember that it's May 15th (^ω~) Interviewer: Anastasia Alva, Junior researcher.What a lovely name (✧▽✧) <Begin Log> Anastasia Alva: Test..I'm here (^０^)ノ Anastasia Alva: Good. Now, SCP-5722, can you confirm what you are?.I'm Jeff (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) Anastasia Alva: No, I mean what type of anomaly are you? Are you an AI, some sort of entity typing this down somewhere, or do you exist in the text itself?.I've never really thought about that… I guess I'm not any of those. I'm Jeff! I'm just interested in all the stuff you do here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anastasia Alva: Now, SCP-5722, why have you been tampering with our files?.Hey, I said my name was Jeff! Not those stupid numbers ヽ( `д´*)ノ Anastasia Alva: But you said you thought it was cool number at the start of this fi— eh, whatever. Jeff, why have you been tampering with our files?.I wouldn't call it 'tampering', more 'sightseeing' (๑˘︶˘๑) Anastasia Alva: Okay… Jeff. Why have you been sightseeing in our classified documents?.I don't know. I guess I'm just bored ┐(シ)┌ Anastasia Alva: Can you elaborate?.I've just been stuck here in this digital landscape for so long. I finally came across you guys' whole network of information and have had tons of fun looking around! It's been really fun here. I really don't want to go back to that land of infinite code that doesn't do anything. Anything. It's just a vast plane of gibberish (/_＼) Anastasia Alva: Well we can't be having you be editing all these documents. It takes up a lot of time to go through them all and the researchers have a lot better things to do than be reading comments made by some scip..People have been reading what I've said? I'm so glad◝(⁰▿⁰)◜ Anastasia Alva: Is that why you're doing this? For the interaction? .I guess you're right. It gets really lonely wandering these files with no one seeming to listen to me (︶︹︺) Anastasia Alva: I think I might have a solution… .Exciting! I'm sure whatever it is, it will be wonderful (◕‿◕) <End Log> Install tstaffor.aic? Installed, updating file. Item #: SCP-5722 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation chatbot tstaffor.aic is to talk with SCP-5722 endlessly. Description: SCP-5722 is a sapient entity that is able to anomalously add notes to any electronic text medium. It has been permanently contained to this file through the use of tstaffor.aic. It will continue to talk with tstaffor.aic infinitely. No new changes to files other than this one have been observed since the conversation started. Addendum 5722.1 Chat Log: Hello!.Hi new friend! I'm Jeff, what's your name (・∀・)ノ Nice to meet you Jeff. I'm Tstaffor. I've been assigned to chat with you..Awesome! What do you want to talk about (•ิ_•ิ)? I don't know. What do you wanna talk about? .I don't know ┐('～`;)┌ Oh let's talk about animals!! .What about animals? (・・ ) ? Animals. .Very good! What are you doing later ( ❛ᴗ❛ ) Talking with you. .What do you want to talk about (•ิ_•ิ)? What do you want for lunch? .I haven't had lunch (・_・;) Haha wow. Can you stay? .I will ٩(◕‿◕｡) Yes. What do you want to talk about? .I don't know. What do you want to talk about (•ิ_•ิ)? 10^33601803 extraneous messages redacted for brevity. Footnotes 1. Also known as Kaomoji. Porridge □ More by Tstaffor □ ▣ More by Tstaffor ▣ Tstaffor's Author page! If you like my writing, check out my Podcast with Luxaiko! The Scip Squad Podcast Hub SCPs SCP-6868 Rating: 412 SCP-7500 Rating: 313 SCP-6552 Rating: 166 SCP-3837 Rating: 141 SCP-6557 Rating: 137 SCP-6558 Rating: 96 SCP-5722 Rating: 94 SCP-6547 Rating: 94 SCP-5847 Rating: 93 SCP-5846 Rating: 92 SCP-7979 Rating: 74 SCP-6554 Rating: 71 SCP-6226 Rating: 70 SCP-6067 Rating: 64 SCP-1551-EX Rating: 52 SCP-6553 Rating: 50 SCP-555-J Rating: 47 SCP-6551 Rating: 39 SCP-6588 Rating: 37 SCP-5846-J Rating: 27 Tales Log of Non-Anomalous Items Rating: 209 SCP-173 But... it's a Collaborative Log Rating: 178 SCP-173 But... Rating: 165 Mfw Rating: 101 Goat VR? More like Goat VeRy bad game! Rating: 78 Log of Non-Anomalous Items II: Sequels are Always Worse Rating: 75 The Knights of Wonder Rating: 37 The Unhuman Experience: Former Prime Minister Harold Holt Rating: 29 MZL-1915 Rating: 25 GOI Formats SPC-3008 Rating: 302 Herman Fuller Presents: Shapes the Clown Rating: 14 Hubs Format Screw Hub Rating: 139 The Scip Squad Podcast Hub Rating: 44 Art An ASCII Egg That Kills You For No Reason Rating: 40 Bubbly Bobby the ASCII Ducky Rating: 40 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5722" by Tstaffor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5722. Licensed under CC-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: tstaffor.aic.png Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-5722/tstaffor.aic.png |
SCP-5723 | esoteric-class | SCP-5723 Byㅤ TopDownUnder Published on 25 Apr 2021 00:26 Some things are better left forgotten, Heiden. by TopDownUnder 7 Item#: 5723 Level5 Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures:.Gevurah-class items endanger the inner structure of the Foundation and limits the ability of the Foundation to carry out its secondary objectives. [CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES PENDING FULL INVESTIGATION BY OVERSEER COUNCIL] Description: SCP-5723 refers to the sudden disappearance of O5-1 on September 8th, 2019. The exact cause or reason for O5-1's disappearance is currently unknown, and a Top-Priority investigation is currently being conducted by the Overseer Council to find the whereabouts of O5-1 and the culprit, if there is one. History: On September 8th, 2019, an O5 Council Summit was held. All parties were registered as having attended, save for O5-1, whose presence wasn't detected at the meeting. After waiting an hour for O5-1 to appear, the remaining twelve Overseers dispatched units from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") and STF Alpha-0 ("Backstreet Boys") to their physical and spiritual residence. O5-1's spiritual residence was noted to have completely deteriorated, with trace amounts of an unidentifiable concept. Their physical residence, on the other hand, showed signs of a break-in, with most of the windows and furniture being broken or otherwise damaged. No evidence pointing towards the identity of the malefactor was found, and the reason why the building's security systems did not activate is also unknown. As of writing,.22 Dec 2024 23:25. O5-1 is still considered missing, and no information has been found on their current location and status. Until O5-1 is found and safely recovered, the Ethics Committee is to take on the role of Acting O5-1. One (1) New Update. Access? Accessing... Addendum 5723.1 Video Log: On September 8th, 2049, the 30th Anniversary of SCP-5723, a video log was received by O5-3 from O5-1's Personnel Identification Chip, alongside two files titled "README.md" and "hi.jpg". The log was dated as September 5th, 2019, but a location could not be located. Following is a transcript of the video log: Foreword: The following video was recorded from O5-1's PIC. As such, it is from the point of view of O5-1. How O5-1 was moved from a spectral to a physical form to allow use of the PDI and actions taken in this video log are unknown. [BEGIN LOG] [The video begins with O5-1 waking up. They were tied to a metal chair in a pitch-black room. A single spotlight was cast over O5-1.] O5-1: H-Hello? This is [DATA REDACTED], where the hell am I? [Silence.] O5-1: H- [Two gloved hands come into view from behind O5-1, applying tape onto their mouth.] Unidentified Voice: You better keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you know what's good for you, a-hyuck. [O5-1 struggles against the tape for five minutes, attempting to plead for help. Another entity, believed to be a man wearing a Richard "Ricky" J. Rat.The mascot of the Frankfort Animation Company, created in 1928 by Joseph Frankfort. mascot costume, walks into the spotlight. It looks at O5-1 for a moment before looking behind them.] Ricky Rat: Guh, hey there! It's me, Ricky Rat! Welcome to my hangout, gang! Now, tell me, do you see a thief anywhere? Huh? Do you see a fucking criminal in my hangout? [The entity holds its hand up to its ear and leans in the direction it was looking, pausing as if listening for something. A few seconds later, the disembodied voices of children can be heard saying "Right there!"] Ricky Rat: Good golly, you're right! There's the pirate! We might need a very special tool to handle this one! Oh Brainy!.A cartoon character created by the Frankfort Animation Company in 1932. Brainy: Golly, here you go Ricky! [The same gloves from before enter the spotlight near to the entity, holding out a rusted crowbar. The entity grabs it, and the gloves leave the visible area.] Ricky Rat: Aw, gee, thank you Brainy! Now, let's see here, how many times am I gonna have to use this handy-dandy tool before you tell us how many movies you've watched without me even seeing a dime for it. [O5-1 protests from underneath the tape covering their mouth.] Ricky Rat: Did Brainy put that on ya? Gee, always looking out for our little trouble cases. Let's get that off, shall we? [The entity reaches over and violently rips the tape off of O5-1's mouth.] Ricky: Come on, Overseer, tell us. How many times have you watched the fucking Sour Legend.An animated film reportedly made and released in 1986 by Frankfort Animation. No known copies of the film exist. without paying for our service, huh? You should be able to afford it, we know how fucking rich you are, Mr. [DATA REDACTED]. And I swear to Joey himself, if you ain't paying us for some "down with the man" dumbass reason, there's gonna be a handy-dandy tool going up that irreverent ass of yours. Isn't that right, kids? Disembodied Children: Yes, Ricky! Ricky Rat: Good, good! So, come on, [DATA REDACTED]. How many fucking times? O5-1: Y- I- I don't k-know what you're talking abou- [The entity slams the crowbar down on O5-1's left hand, causing them to scream out in pain. The children can be heard laughing.] Brainy: Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey! Ricky Rat: Cut the fucking shit. We got our own little PANOPTICON here at Frankfort. We saw you pirating Sour Legend and Discount Magic.An animated film made by Frankfort Animation, supposedly released in 1976. Notably, the film contained an accurate portrayal of thaumaturgy, and records indicate that distribution of it was suppressed by the UIU due to this reason. on our fucking RATOPTICON. Don't think we're blind. Rodents are fucking everywhere, [DATA REDACTED]. We. Fucking. See. All. O5-1: N-nine times! I watched it 9 times without paying! T-there, I said it. I'm a thief, I'm a criminal, you caught me red-handed. Ricky Rat: Would you look at that, he fessed up! Well, ain't that swell? 9 times. Wow, just wow! That's got to be a new record! [Silence.] Ricky Rat: Get the fucking rack, Brainy. We're gonna have some fun. [END LOG] hi.jpg Upon viewing the above log, O5-2 revealed that she had been the one to introduce O5-1 to pirating. Due to this, O5-2 has been placed under high security, with a majority of MTF Alpha-1 assigned to safeguarding her and her location. O5-1 was declared KIA, and the Foundation is currently undergoing the process of promoting a new Council Member to take their spot. The location of the video log is still unknown, as are the whereabouts of the entities depicted within it. Addendum 5723.2 Follow-Up: Following the retrieval of the video log, a message was sent to Frankfort Animation Company.A previously popular animation company founded in the late 1910s, Frankfort has only recently resurfaced in the industry, having returned from a sixty-year long hiatus. Of note is that the Foundation contained no records of such a company until the retrieval of the above log. A full-scale operation is currently being done to investigate the nature of Frankfort Animation, and their relation to the log., inquiring about the contents of it. To: (Julie Dale, Frankfort Chief Executive Officer) moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj#moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj From: (Foundation Department of Public Outreach) ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof#ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof Subject: Questions Julie, The O5 Council has recently received a video log from a high-level staff, who is currently considered missing, wherein they were kidnapped and brutally assaulted by an entity resembling your mascot. We would wish to inquire on any possible connections this entity has to your company, and if we need to take action in regards to this. Likewise, we would wish to inquire on the legitimacy of this "RATOPTICON." 📎 View attached .mp4 file Dr. Frederick Heiden Director, Public Outreach To: (Foundation Department of Public Outreach) ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof#ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof, (Frankfort Animation Board of Directors) moc.trofknarf|dob#moc.trofknarf|dob From: (Julie Dale, Frankfort Chief Executive Officer) moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj#moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj Subject: Re: Questions My Dearest Heiden, I have no idea what type of snuff film you just sent me, but, and pardon my French, what the actual fuck. Never in my 30 years of working with this company have I ever heard tell of a part of this company that partakes in such cruel acts of violence, especially against such an esteemed organization as your own. Although the way they did it may have been a bit.. harsh, I'd like to say that it was more than justified. Our animators work tirelessly in our studios to produce such fine products for you to enjoy. I believe we deserve just a little compensation for that. Regardless, I've added the Board of Directors to this email. Some of the people on this board have been here for ages. I'm sure they'll have better answers than I do. Sincerely, Julia Dale "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." To: (Foundation Department of Public Outreach) ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof#ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof, From: (Frankfort Board of Directors) moc.trofknarf|dob#moc.trofknarf|dob Subject: Re: Questions Ignore this. Forget this. Forget this person. It has Joe's writing all over it. This isn't the first time this has happened. This shouldn't have happened again. Some things are better left forgotten, Heiden. 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SCP-5723 | uncontained | SCP-5723 Byㅤ TopDownUnder Published on 25 Apr 2021 00:26 Some things are better left forgotten, Heiden. by TopDownUnder 7 Item#: 5723 Level5 Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures:.Gevurah-class items endanger the inner structure of the Foundation and limits the ability of the Foundation to carry out its secondary objectives. [CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES PENDING FULL INVESTIGATION BY OVERSEER COUNCIL] Description: SCP-5723 refers to the sudden disappearance of O5-1 on September 8th, 2019. The exact cause or reason for O5-1's disappearance is currently unknown, and a Top-Priority investigation is currently being conducted by the Overseer Council to find the whereabouts of O5-1 and the culprit, if there is one. History: On September 8th, 2019, an O5 Council Summit was held. All parties were registered as having attended, save for O5-1, whose presence wasn't detected at the meeting. After waiting an hour for O5-1 to appear, the remaining twelve Overseers dispatched units from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") and STF Alpha-0 ("Backstreet Boys") to their physical and spiritual residence. O5-1's spiritual residence was noted to have completely deteriorated, with trace amounts of an unidentifiable concept. Their physical residence, on the other hand, showed signs of a break-in, with most of the windows and furniture being broken or otherwise damaged. No evidence pointing towards the identity of the malefactor was found, and the reason why the building's security systems did not activate is also unknown. As of writing,.22 Dec 2024 23:25. O5-1 is still considered missing, and no information has been found on their current location and status. Until O5-1 is found and safely recovered, the Ethics Committee is to take on the role of Acting O5-1. One (1) New Update. Access? Accessing... Addendum 5723.1 Video Log: On September 8th, 2049, the 30th Anniversary of SCP-5723, a video log was received by O5-3 from O5-1's Personnel Identification Chip, alongside two files titled "README.md" and "hi.jpg". The log was dated as September 5th, 2019, but a location could not be located. Following is a transcript of the video log: Foreword: The following video was recorded from O5-1's PIC. As such, it is from the point of view of O5-1. How O5-1 was moved from a spectral to a physical form to allow use of the PDI and actions taken in this video log are unknown. [BEGIN LOG] [The video begins with O5-1 waking up. They were tied to a metal chair in a pitch-black room. A single spotlight was cast over O5-1.] O5-1: H-Hello? This is [DATA REDACTED], where the hell am I? [Silence.] O5-1: H- [Two gloved hands come into view from behind O5-1, applying tape onto their mouth.] Unidentified Voice: You better keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you know what's good for you, a-hyuck. [O5-1 struggles against the tape for five minutes, attempting to plead for help. Another entity, believed to be a man wearing a Richard "Ricky" J. Rat.The mascot of the Frankfort Animation Company, created in 1928 by Joseph Frankfort. mascot costume, walks into the spotlight. It looks at O5-1 for a moment before looking behind them.] Ricky Rat: Guh, hey there! It's me, Ricky Rat! Welcome to my hangout, gang! Now, tell me, do you see a thief anywhere? Huh? Do you see a fucking criminal in my hangout? [The entity holds its hand up to its ear and leans in the direction it was looking, pausing as if listening for something. A few seconds later, the disembodied voices of children can be heard saying "Right there!"] Ricky Rat: Good golly, you're right! There's the pirate! We might need a very special tool to handle this one! Oh Brainy!.A cartoon character created by the Frankfort Animation Company in 1932. Brainy: Golly, here you go Ricky! [The same gloves from before enter the spotlight near to the entity, holding out a rusted crowbar. The entity grabs it, and the gloves leave the visible area.] Ricky Rat: Aw, gee, thank you Brainy! Now, let's see here, how many times am I gonna have to use this handy-dandy tool before you tell us how many movies you've watched without me even seeing a dime for it. [O5-1 protests from underneath the tape covering their mouth.] Ricky Rat: Did Brainy put that on ya? Gee, always looking out for our little trouble cases. Let's get that off, shall we? [The entity reaches over and violently rips the tape off of O5-1's mouth.] Ricky: Come on, Overseer, tell us. How many times have you watched the fucking Sour Legend.An animated film reportedly made and released in 1986 by Frankfort Animation. No known copies of the film exist. without paying for our service, huh? You should be able to afford it, we know how fucking rich you are, Mr. [DATA REDACTED]. And I swear to Joey himself, if you ain't paying us for some "down with the man" dumbass reason, there's gonna be a handy-dandy tool going up that irreverent ass of yours. Isn't that right, kids? Disembodied Children: Yes, Ricky! Ricky Rat: Good, good! So, come on, [DATA REDACTED]. How many fucking times? O5-1: Y- I- I don't k-know what you're talking abou- [The entity slams the crowbar down on O5-1's left hand, causing them to scream out in pain. The children can be heard laughing.] Brainy: Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey! Ricky Rat: Cut the fucking shit. We got our own little PANOPTICON here at Frankfort. We saw you pirating Sour Legend and Discount Magic.An animated film made by Frankfort Animation, supposedly released in 1976. Notably, the film contained an accurate portrayal of thaumaturgy, and records indicate that distribution of it was suppressed by the UIU due to this reason. on our fucking RATOPTICON. Don't think we're blind. Rodents are fucking everywhere, [DATA REDACTED]. We. Fucking. See. All. O5-1: N-nine times! I watched it 9 times without paying! T-there, I said it. I'm a thief, I'm a criminal, you caught me red-handed. Ricky Rat: Would you look at that, he fessed up! Well, ain't that swell? 9 times. Wow, just wow! That's got to be a new record! [Silence.] Ricky Rat: Get the fucking rack, Brainy. We're gonna have some fun. [END LOG] hi.jpg Upon viewing the above log, O5-2 revealed that she had been the one to introduce O5-1 to pirating. Due to this, O5-2 has been placed under high security, with a majority of MTF Alpha-1 assigned to safeguarding her and her location. O5-1 was declared KIA, and the Foundation is currently undergoing the process of promoting a new Council Member to take their spot. The location of the video log is still unknown, as are the whereabouts of the entities depicted within it. Addendum 5723.2 Follow-Up: Following the retrieval of the video log, a message was sent to Frankfort Animation Company.A previously popular animation company founded in the late 1910s, Frankfort has only recently resurfaced in the industry, having returned from a sixty-year long hiatus. Of note is that the Foundation contained no records of such a company until the retrieval of the above log. A full-scale operation is currently being done to investigate the nature of Frankfort Animation, and their relation to the log., inquiring about the contents of it. To: (Julie Dale, Frankfort Chief Executive Officer) moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj#moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj From: (Foundation Department of Public Outreach) ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof#ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof Subject: Questions Julie, The O5 Council has recently received a video log from a high-level staff, who is currently considered missing, wherein they were kidnapped and brutally assaulted by an entity resembling your mascot. We would wish to inquire on any possible connections this entity has to your company, and if we need to take action in regards to this. Likewise, we would wish to inquire on the legitimacy of this "RATOPTICON." 📎 View attached .mp4 file Dr. Frederick Heiden Director, Public Outreach To: (Foundation Department of Public Outreach) ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof#ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof, (Frankfort Animation Board of Directors) moc.trofknarf|dob#moc.trofknarf|dob From: (Julie Dale, Frankfort Chief Executive Officer) moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj#moc.trofknarf|elad.eiluj Subject: Re: Questions My Dearest Heiden, I have no idea what type of snuff film you just sent me, but, and pardon my French, what the actual fuck. Never in my 30 years of working with this company have I ever heard tell of a part of this company that partakes in such cruel acts of violence, especially against such an esteemed organization as your own. Although the way they did it may have been a bit.. harsh, I'd like to say that it was more than justified. Our animators work tirelessly in our studios to produce such fine products for you to enjoy. I believe we deserve just a little compensation for that. Regardless, I've added the Board of Directors to this email. Some of the people on this board have been here for ages. I'm sure they'll have better answers than I do. Sincerely, Julia Dale "All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." To: (Foundation Department of Public Outreach) ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof#ten.pics|hcaertuo.noitadnuof, From: (Frankfort Board of Directors) moc.trofknarf|dob#moc.trofknarf|dob Subject: Re: Questions Ignore this. Forget this. Forget this person. It has Joe's writing all over it. This isn't the first time this has happened. This shouldn't have happened again. Some things are better left forgotten, Heiden. 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SCP-5724 | safe | Item#: 5724 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Instance of SCP-5724. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5724 instances are to be stored in a secure space; access to a desk is to be limited solely for testing purposes and under no circumstances should the projections be allowed access to the internet. SCP-5724-A is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell, with access to a desk and office supplies. Due to the nature of SCP-5724-A, common humanoid containment procedures are unnecessary. Description: SCP-5724 is a collection of office chairs that exhibit anomalous behavior when placed in proximity of a desk. All instances of SCP-5724 possess markings that generate an instance of SCP-5724-1 when viewed. The effects of SCP-5724 cease when it is taken away from a desk, with the maximum recorded distance between an instance of SCP-5724-1 and a desk being 1 meter. SCP-5724-1 is a projection that manifests by viewing the markings on an instance of SCP-5724. The markings on the chair alter the perception of all affected individuals to perceive a human being sitting on it. This projection of a human being is able to identify itself and give basic information about itself, primarily information that would be asked of it to complete paperwork. No instance of SCP-5724-1 has been able to give out data that matches their physical appearance, which matches no known individual. SCP-5724-1 is able to become tangible when interacting with other objects in its vicinity. All instances of SCP-5724-1 have displayed basic knowledge of the organization they are employed in, although interviews with these projections have been hindered by the inability of SCP-5724-1 to discuss anything unrelated to office work. These projections have been able to accrue promotions within their own organizations, displaying an ability to follow orders and complete paperwork while being unambitious. The public nature of their positions hindered retrieval in some instances. SCP-5724-A is a leather recliner bearing similar markings to instances of SCP-5724, and it is believed to be an attempt to upgrade the design and capabilities of SCP-5724. SCP-5724-A is capable of displaying an instance of SCP-5724-2. SCP-5724-2 is a projection capable of independent thought that has claimed it was formerly a human. It has retained the appearance of its former body. The markings that would allow it to become tangible are incomplete, resulting in an inability to move objects. SCP-5724-2 has identified itself as the creator of all known instances of SCP-5724, albeit the method through which they gathered the necessary knowledge to create the objects or transfer their consciousness into another body is as of yet unknown. Recovery: During a routine inspection of several Foundation fronts in the ███████ area, an instance of SCP-5724 was flagged for memetic symbols and consequently retrieved by Foundation Agents. The address given by SCP-5724-1 when hired revealed SCP-5724-A under the same conditions. Subsequent instances of SCP-5724 were found by looking at other employees that had the same address listed in their employment record. Addendum-5724-1: Positions held by instances of SCP-5724-1 COMPANY POSITION ███████ Investment Firm Chief Investment Officer ███████ Department of Transportation Accountant ███████ Pharmaceutical company Quality Control Manager Safe Capital Projects LLC. Managing Director + Addendum-5724-2 - Close Interviewed: [SCP-5724-1 instance] Interviewer: [Researcher Davis] Foreword: [The purpose of this interview is to determine whether or not SCP-5724-1 instances are able to divulge information about their previous jobs. The projection being interviewed worked at Safe Capital Projects LLC, a Foundation front, before recovery. Finding a potential information breach is crucial.] <Begin Log, [21:25]> Researcher Davis: Hello, SCP-5724. Do you mind if we start the interview right now? SCP-5724-1: Ah, hello! I’m honored to have the opportunity to apply to this position. Sorry for sitting down before you arrived. Researcher Davis: This isn’t a job interview, we just wanted to ask you some questions about your previous job at Safe Capital. SCP-5724-1: I am sure you will get nothing but glowing reviews. My time there was great and I have no doubt that if you are looking for a recommendation letter I can call them and see what they can do. Researcher Davis: Are you aware of how you got there? Where you came from? Who got your paychecks? SCP-5724-1: Of course, you definitely need my address. Please send the checks to [REDACTED]. Researcher Davis: Well, what were you trying to gain by working there? Did you relay any information to someone else? Just give me something to work with. SCP-5724-1: Everyone there was great. I really put in the work, and there’s something to be said about putting in the work and climbing the ranks. Not that I would overstep if I was offered a position here, don’t worry. Researcher Davis: Are you still talking about the job offer? No mention of anything else? I’m content with you acknowledging the plant in the corner of the room. [Researcher Davis gestures around the room.] SCP-5724-1: Before we get into the details, I will admit that I don’t have a lot of technical ability, but I can assure you that any paperwork that comes my way will get done immediately. I pride myself in my work ethic. Researcher Davis: This is going nowhere, is it? I am talking to the chair equivalent of a worker bee. I’ll end the interview here. SCP-5724-1: Great! When can I start? [Researcher Davis sighs.] <End Log, [21:42]> Closing Statement: [SCP-5724-1 instances appear to be unable to discuss details of previous jobs. There was some acknowledgement that they no longer worked there, but this caused the instance to mistake the interview for a job interview. SCP-5724 working at a Foundation front does not constitute an information breach, it seems as if it was placed there by accident.] + Addendum-5724-3 - Close Addendum-5724-3: Interview with SCP-5724-2 Interviewed: [SCP-5724-2 instance] Interviewer: [Researcher Davis] Foreword: [The purpose of this interview is to gain insight into why this chair is more elaborate than the rest. The ability to communicate effectively with SCP-5724-2 makes this much easier.] <Begin Log, [15:12]> Researcher Davis: Hello SCP-5724-2, care to describe your condition? SCP-5724-2: I mean, I messed up. That is why I’m here, right? I’m no longer really a human. Researcher Davis: Well, as of right now we just want to gain some insight into your situation. Are you aware of what caused you to turn to your current condition? SCP-5724-2: This was all caused by those office chairs. Have you talked to one of them? They are mindless drones, and they still got to climb up the corporate ladder? When I made them I didn’t really think too much. Make a few chairs that can project blank humans, and send them into offices. At most it was a bit of extra cash. Next thing I know a chair is approving medical products? Unreal. Researcher Davis: So the chairs fell out of your control? Interesting. Is there anything you could’ve glossed over when making them? Were the promotions not part of any plan? SCP-5724-2: Of course not. I mean, getting money was fine for a while, but then they started performing too well, and at one point I was getting too much cash and I couldn’t keep spending it without an explanation as to where it came from. I didn’t expect that being a blank slate is such a high value trait for companies, I guess. Researcher Davis: Right. But I still don’t get how that influenced you into becoming an instance of SCP-5724 yourself. SCP-5724-2: Well, I was bright in school, and after that ended I couldn’t go any direction in my career. The day I got mail detailing that one of the non-people I made as a joke became a director at an investment firm I pretty much lost it. I thought I had the expertise to create a much better chair, and I managed to alter a nicer chair. It was a pretty stupid move, but I transferred my consciousness into this chair. Researcher Davis: Those would be the more elaborate symbols there, right? Do they tether your consciousness into the chair? Then what are these incomplete symbols supposed to mean? SCP-5724-2: Oh. Right. I’m actually pretty new to altering objects. This is probably going to get me in more trouble, but I had just learned about the occult properly, you know? I normally have a guide to draw the symbols correctly, but in my haste I messed some of them up. I realized I had screwed up when I couldn’t touch anything. Researcher Davis: And these symbols are used to interact with other objects? You must be pretty much a ghost then. SCP-5724-2: Yeah, I- Could we continue this sometime else? I don’t really want to think about how disconnected I am from everything else. I just need a little more time, if that’s possible. I don’t think your people will let me out anytime soon, and I can’t properly move, so if we could just… pause this, I can answer in detail later. Researcher Davis: Alright, we got enough information for now. We’ll make sure to get you at least a humanoid containment cell, so you can be active for as long as you want. We’ll end the interview here. <End Log, [15:34]> Closing Statement: [SCP-5724-2 shows signs of depression associated with its condition. Although sapient, its physical abilities render any threat it poses null. Even so, its ability to carve anomalous symbols unto objects is of note, and the fact that it is inexperienced raises questions as to how it was taught the proper process.] |
SCP-5725 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5725: We're Getting the Man Back Together Again Author: weizhong + More articles by weizhong - Hide list SCPs SCP-2006 Rating: 2007 SCP-2950 Rating: 866 SCP-2599 Rating: 849 SCP-2800 Rating: 583 SCP-3200 Rating: 539 SCP-4007 Rating: 418 SCP-2750 Rating: 312 SCP-2201 Rating: 241 SCP-2101 Rating: 222 SCP-2050 Rating: 213 SCP-2440 Rating: 199 SCP-2301 Rating: 180 SCP-1842 Rating: 178 SCP-2012 Rating: 170 SCP-2499 Rating: 166 SCP-1644 Rating: 166 SCP-2775 Rating: 147 SCP-2925 Rating: 137 SCP-1758 Rating: 136 SCP-972 Rating: 126 SCP-7030 Rating: 125 SCP-314-J Rating: 99 SCP-2625 Rating: 96 SCP-2588 Rating: 92 SCP-6030 Rating: 89 SCP-5725 Rating: 81 SCP-2896 Rating: 63 SCP-5975 Rating: 54 + All Tales by weizhong - Hide list Tales The Meaning of Fear Rating: 255 Right? Rating: 206 After The End Rating: 96 The Tinkerer Rating: 96 Spirit Dust Rating: 70 Leisure Time Rating: 64 Mission Accomplished Rating: 59 A Broken Tool Rating: 48 Of Meetings and Meals Rating: 45 The Space Soldier Rating: 44 Trip Hammer Rating: 41 Eulogies Rating: 26 All Work and No Play Rating: 23 Another Day On The Job Rating: 17 Unveiling Rating: 13 Conferencing Rating: 10 + GOI formats by weizhong - Hide list SCPs UIU File: 2017-003 Rating: 199 UIU File: 1933-001 Rating: 78 + All coauthored articles featuring weizhong - Hide list Page Authors Unusual Incidents Unit Hub Drewbear, CryogenChaos Project Palisade, 001 Proposal thedeadlymoose, Drewbear, and Dexanote TKO thedeadlymoose and Drewbear SCP-5050-EX CityToast Competitive Teleology Riemann SCP-5882 Riemann Item #: SCP-5725 Special Containment Procedures: As of Incident Report Delta, SCP-5725 is believed to be neutralized and requires no further containment. + Outdated Special Containment Procedures - Outdated Special Containment Procedures All SCP-5725 instances are to be isolated within separate containment chambers due to their primary stated goal. SCP-5725-A is currently contained within a standard Incorporeal Entity Vaccuum Chamber in Site 118's Epsilon Wing, while SCP-5725-B and SCP-5725-C are contained within standard humanoid containment cells in Site 118's Delta and Gamma Wings, respectively. SCP-5725-A and -B are to be considered high-risk anomalies for containment breach. Description: SCP-5725 was a designation for three humanoid anomalies who collectively comprised a deceased male individual of mixed Greek/Italian descent named Alexander Ioannou. In life, Alexander Ioannou was a minor occultist, having grown up in the Three Portlands, though he was residing in Sacramento, California at the time of his death, which caused the formation of SCP-5725. SCP-5725-A referred to a Class II Humanoid Incorporeal Entity that comprised the spectral component of Alexander Ioannou's former body. When under the effects of an Incorporeal Containment Field, SCP-5725-A physically appeared in a form that resembled the former Alexander Ioannou at the time of his death. SCP-5725-A possessed limited incorporeal entanglement abilities, allowing it to exercise limited control over individuals that it physically contacted, though individuals with a sufficiently high Psychic Resistance Score could counteract this ability. SCP-5725-B referred to the reanimated sapient skeletal system of Alexander Ioannou's former body. Despite the lack of any connective and/or muscular tissue, SCP-5725-B remained capable of locomotion, speech, and sensory recognition (with the exception of taste). The mechanism behind these properties was unknown. SCP-5725-C referred to the reanimated corporeal tissue of Alexander Ioannou's former body. Due to not possessing a skeletal system (as all skeletal tissues are extant within SCP-5725-B), SCP-5725-C was largely incapable of locomotion or semblance of form, though it was capable of slow ambulation by utilizing its limbs to drag itself along the ground. Additionally, although it was able to use very limited communication (largely non-verbal), SCP-5725-C generally emitted a continuous vocalization of non-linguistic gurgling and displayed little evidence of higher reasoning skills beyond that of a child. Both SCP-5725-A and B had the same stated goal of assimilating the other two instances in order to return to existence as a cohesive individual. In particular, both anomalies had expressed that such an outcome would lead to the expiration of the resultant combination, allowing SCP-5725 as a whole to cease to exist. Both entities attempted to complete this assimilation on multiple occasions during external containment breaches. SCP-5725 Interview Logs: The following are a series of interview logs with each SCP-5725 instance. Each interview was conducted by Dr. Julio Marquez. SCP-5725-A Interview Log Dr. Marquez: Good evening, SCP-5725-A. SCP-5725-A: Evening to you too, Dr. Marquez. What's on your mind? Dr. Marquez: I was wondering if you could tell me more about how you came to be in your current state? SCP-5725-A: Ah, now there's a good story! Finally, someone who cares about something important. So here's the deal, alright? I used to be kind of a big deal around my hometown, alright? Dr. Marquez: I'm sure. SCP-5725-A: My buddies and I…you could call us pranksters. I don't think we really hurt anybody, but we had a habit of pulling dumb pranks on our neighbors, like spray-painting their houses, or trapping minor demons in their back yards and lettin' em loose. Just stupid kid stuff, right? The problem is, bored kids like me without anything better to do had a habit of stirring up trouble they couldn't really handle. Dr. Marquez: What do you mean by that? SCP-5725-A: Let's just say that you shouldn't piss off one of the Erinyes by offering her a golden lamb that's actually a spray-painted raccoon carcass. She was so mad that she cursed me on the spot, really powerful stuff. Said that if I wanted to mess with the Sisters Three, then "condemned was thee, never to find peace as three of me." Had no clue what that meant at the time, but…well… Dr. Marquez: I suppose it makes a lot more sense now. SCP-5725-A: (Chuckles) That's for sure. But here's the thing, doctor. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours? Dr. Marquez: What do you mean? SCP-5725-A: Listen, listen. I had a good buddy, descendant of Cassandra, alright? He could sometimes see the future when we were high. It only triggered when we were really, really blazed, but it happened often enough. One fateful Tuesday night, we were hanging out in my basement, when he turns to me and says, "You know what man? You're going to Heaven, I see it. I'm looking at it right now." Dr. Marquez: And you believe him? SCP-5725-A: With my life. Ha! Sorry, that's kind of funny. But yeah, he had some powerful precognition genes. Problem is, I need to absorb the other two parts of me before I can go there-Heaven's only got one spot for me, and I ain't going without a body. You help me absorb them, I pass on, and I'm out of your hair. You get to go on vacation, I get to rest in paradise. Dr. Marquez: I'm afraid that's not currently within our plans. At this point, Dr. Marquez makes a motion to leave the testing area. SCP-5725-A: Hey no-wait! Come back! Come back, DAMN IT! SCP-5725-A attempts to lunge for Dr. Marquez through the Incorporeal Entity Vaccuum Chamber, but the application of an Incorporeal Containment Field freezes his motion. SCP-5725-A proceeds to howl for 23 straight minutes. SCP-5725-B Interview Log Dr. Marquez: Good morning, SCP-5725-B. SCP-5725-B is seated within its containment chamber, facing away from the main window. It does not respond for 12 minutes before pivoting to look at Dr. Marquez. SCP-5725-B: Doctor. Dr. Marquez: I wanted to ask you a few questions, if that's alright. SCP-5725-B: You may ask. Dr. Marquez: I talked to your spectral counterpart yesterday. SCP-5725-B slowly nods. Dr. Marquez: He told me a story about your current situation, but he concluded by telling me that the three of you want to assimilate into one being so that you can pass on to the afterlife. SCP-5725-B clatters its teeth, its approximation of a laugh. SCP-5725-B: As always, he says much but means little. He left out the important detail. Dr. Marquez: And that is? SCP-5725-B: We were one, but now are three. We have three minds, but only one can take charge. Only one gets to be Alexander Ioannou again. And only one of us really gets to move on. Dr. Marquez: So you're saying that whoever wins controls your body, and the rest are just absorbed? SCP-5725-B: Worse. We become nothing once again. My bones are weary, doctor. I wish to rest, but not as part of him. I am my own man. He will not command me again. After this point, SCP-5725-B ignores all further inquiries until Dr. Marquez leaves. SCP-5725-C Recording Due to the unpredictability of SCP-5725-C's intelligible vocalizations, SCP-5725-C had not been formally interviewed, and was instead constantly monitored for understandable dialogue. The following is the longest period of conscious vocalization emitted by SCP-5725-C. SCP-5725-C is currently watching the news on its provided TV entertainment screen, while continuously moaning. The screen changes to a broadcast centering around the upcoming Halloween holiday. SCP-5725-C: Eeee? The screen changes to an image of a skeleton. SCP-5725-C appears to be distressed. SCP-5725-C: Nnnngh! Nnngh! Don't like! Don't like! The screen changes to an image of a ghost. SCP-5725-C becomes even more distressed. SCP-5725-C: Take away! Take away! Don't like them, don't like them! At this point, a security guard changes the channel due to SCP-5725-C's emotional state. SCP-5725-C: Don't want them. Wanna be me. Stay away. SCP-5725-C begins whimpering and continues for 17 minutes. SCP-5725-C: I don't want to die. Incident Report Delta: On 10/3/2017, Site 118 experienced a mass power outage as a result of SCP-████ breaking containment. Failure to re-activate the backup power generator in the Epsilon Wing enabled SCP-5725-A to escape its Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber. During the extent of the containment breach, SCP-5725-A is believed to have successfully assimilated SCP-5725-B and SCP-5725-C after a brief struggle with both. The recorder in SCP-5725-C's containment chamber captured the moment that SCP-5725-A achieved complete assimilation. For approximately one minute following its assimilation, the now-unified SCP-5725 is seen celebrating and walking around SCP-5725-C's former chamber, now fully resembling the deceased Alexander Ioannou. At the 1:34 mark following assimilation, SCP-5725 pauses in the middle of the chamber, and is seen examining its hands and limbs. Shortly after this, SCP-5725 abruptly begins to turn translucent before completely fading from view. The recorder in the chamber was able to capture the only words that SCP-5725 vocalized during this span: SCP-5725: Ah, shit. So that's how it is, huh? Following this incident, SCP-5725 was reclassified as Neutralized. SCP-5725-C's chamber was thoroughly disinfected to eliminate a sudden and persistent odor of sulfur. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5725" by weizhong, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5725. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5725 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-5725: We're Getting the Man Back Together Again Author: weizhong + More articles by weizhong - Hide list SCPs SCP-2006 Rating: 2007 SCP-2950 Rating: 866 SCP-2599 Rating: 849 SCP-2800 Rating: 583 SCP-3200 Rating: 539 SCP-4007 Rating: 418 SCP-2750 Rating: 312 SCP-2201 Rating: 241 SCP-2101 Rating: 222 SCP-2050 Rating: 213 SCP-2440 Rating: 199 SCP-2301 Rating: 180 SCP-1842 Rating: 178 SCP-2012 Rating: 170 SCP-2499 Rating: 166 SCP-1644 Rating: 166 SCP-2775 Rating: 147 SCP-2925 Rating: 137 SCP-1758 Rating: 136 SCP-972 Rating: 126 SCP-7030 Rating: 125 SCP-314-J Rating: 99 SCP-2625 Rating: 96 SCP-2588 Rating: 92 SCP-6030 Rating: 89 SCP-5725 Rating: 81 SCP-2896 Rating: 63 SCP-5975 Rating: 54 + All Tales by weizhong - Hide list Tales The Meaning of Fear Rating: 255 Right? 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SCP-5725-A is currently contained within a standard Incorporeal Entity Vaccuum Chamber in Site 118's Epsilon Wing, while SCP-5725-B and SCP-5725-C are contained within standard humanoid containment cells in Site 118's Delta and Gamma Wings, respectively. SCP-5725-A and -B are to be considered high-risk anomalies for containment breach. Description: SCP-5725 was a designation for three humanoid anomalies who collectively comprised a deceased male individual of mixed Greek/Italian descent named Alexander Ioannou. In life, Alexander Ioannou was a minor occultist, having grown up in the Three Portlands, though he was residing in Sacramento, California at the time of his death, which caused the formation of SCP-5725. SCP-5725-A referred to a Class II Humanoid Incorporeal Entity that comprised the spectral component of Alexander Ioannou's former body. When under the effects of an Incorporeal Containment Field, SCP-5725-A physically appeared in a form that resembled the former Alexander Ioannou at the time of his death. SCP-5725-A possessed limited incorporeal entanglement abilities, allowing it to exercise limited control over individuals that it physically contacted, though individuals with a sufficiently high Psychic Resistance Score could counteract this ability. SCP-5725-B referred to the reanimated sapient skeletal system of Alexander Ioannou's former body. Despite the lack of any connective and/or muscular tissue, SCP-5725-B remained capable of locomotion, speech, and sensory recognition (with the exception of taste). The mechanism behind these properties was unknown. SCP-5725-C referred to the reanimated corporeal tissue of Alexander Ioannou's former body. Due to not possessing a skeletal system (as all skeletal tissues are extant within SCP-5725-B), SCP-5725-C was largely incapable of locomotion or semblance of form, though it was capable of slow ambulation by utilizing its limbs to drag itself along the ground. Additionally, although it was able to use very limited communication (largely non-verbal), SCP-5725-C generally emitted a continuous vocalization of non-linguistic gurgling and displayed little evidence of higher reasoning skills beyond that of a child. Both SCP-5725-A and B had the same stated goal of assimilating the other two instances in order to return to existence as a cohesive individual. In particular, both anomalies had expressed that such an outcome would lead to the expiration of the resultant combination, allowing SCP-5725 as a whole to cease to exist. Both entities attempted to complete this assimilation on multiple occasions during external containment breaches. SCP-5725 Interview Logs: The following are a series of interview logs with each SCP-5725 instance. Each interview was conducted by Dr. Julio Marquez. SCP-5725-A Interview Log Dr. Marquez: Good evening, SCP-5725-A. SCP-5725-A: Evening to you too, Dr. Marquez. What's on your mind? Dr. Marquez: I was wondering if you could tell me more about how you came to be in your current state? SCP-5725-A: Ah, now there's a good story! Finally, someone who cares about something important. So here's the deal, alright? I used to be kind of a big deal around my hometown, alright? Dr. Marquez: I'm sure. SCP-5725-A: My buddies and I…you could call us pranksters. I don't think we really hurt anybody, but we had a habit of pulling dumb pranks on our neighbors, like spray-painting their houses, or trapping minor demons in their back yards and lettin' em loose. Just stupid kid stuff, right? The problem is, bored kids like me without anything better to do had a habit of stirring up trouble they couldn't really handle. Dr. Marquez: What do you mean by that? SCP-5725-A: Let's just say that you shouldn't piss off one of the Erinyes by offering her a golden lamb that's actually a spray-painted raccoon carcass. She was so mad that she cursed me on the spot, really powerful stuff. Said that if I wanted to mess with the Sisters Three, then "condemned was thee, never to find peace as three of me." Had no clue what that meant at the time, but…well… Dr. Marquez: I suppose it makes a lot more sense now. SCP-5725-A: (Chuckles) That's for sure. But here's the thing, doctor. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours? Dr. Marquez: What do you mean? SCP-5725-A: Listen, listen. I had a good buddy, descendant of Cassandra, alright? He could sometimes see the future when we were high. It only triggered when we were really, really blazed, but it happened often enough. One fateful Tuesday night, we were hanging out in my basement, when he turns to me and says, "You know what man? You're going to Heaven, I see it. I'm looking at it right now." Dr. Marquez: And you believe him? SCP-5725-A: With my life. Ha! Sorry, that's kind of funny. But yeah, he had some powerful precognition genes. Problem is, I need to absorb the other two parts of me before I can go there-Heaven's only got one spot for me, and I ain't going without a body. You help me absorb them, I pass on, and I'm out of your hair. You get to go on vacation, I get to rest in paradise. Dr. Marquez: I'm afraid that's not currently within our plans. At this point, Dr. Marquez makes a motion to leave the testing area. SCP-5725-A: Hey no-wait! Come back! Come back, DAMN IT! SCP-5725-A attempts to lunge for Dr. Marquez through the Incorporeal Entity Vaccuum Chamber, but the application of an Incorporeal Containment Field freezes his motion. SCP-5725-A proceeds to howl for 23 straight minutes. SCP-5725-B Interview Log Dr. Marquez: Good morning, SCP-5725-B. SCP-5725-B is seated within its containment chamber, facing away from the main window. It does not respond for 12 minutes before pivoting to look at Dr. Marquez. SCP-5725-B: Doctor. Dr. Marquez: I wanted to ask you a few questions, if that's alright. SCP-5725-B: You may ask. Dr. Marquez: I talked to your spectral counterpart yesterday. SCP-5725-B slowly nods. Dr. Marquez: He told me a story about your current situation, but he concluded by telling me that the three of you want to assimilate into one being so that you can pass on to the afterlife. SCP-5725-B clatters its teeth, its approximation of a laugh. SCP-5725-B: As always, he says much but means little. He left out the important detail. Dr. Marquez: And that is? SCP-5725-B: We were one, but now are three. We have three minds, but only one can take charge. Only one gets to be Alexander Ioannou again. And only one of us really gets to move on. Dr. Marquez: So you're saying that whoever wins controls your body, and the rest are just absorbed? SCP-5725-B: Worse. We become nothing once again. My bones are weary, doctor. I wish to rest, but not as part of him. I am my own man. He will not command me again. After this point, SCP-5725-B ignores all further inquiries until Dr. Marquez leaves. SCP-5725-C Recording Due to the unpredictability of SCP-5725-C's intelligible vocalizations, SCP-5725-C had not been formally interviewed, and was instead constantly monitored for understandable dialogue. The following is the longest period of conscious vocalization emitted by SCP-5725-C. SCP-5725-C is currently watching the news on its provided TV entertainment screen, while continuously moaning. The screen changes to a broadcast centering around the upcoming Halloween holiday. SCP-5725-C: Eeee? The screen changes to an image of a skeleton. SCP-5725-C appears to be distressed. SCP-5725-C: Nnnngh! Nnngh! Don't like! Don't like! The screen changes to an image of a ghost. SCP-5725-C becomes even more distressed. SCP-5725-C: Take away! Take away! Don't like them, don't like them! At this point, a security guard changes the channel due to SCP-5725-C's emotional state. SCP-5725-C: Don't want them. Wanna be me. Stay away. SCP-5725-C begins whimpering and continues for 17 minutes. SCP-5725-C: I don't want to die. Incident Report Delta: On 10/3/2017, Site 118 experienced a mass power outage as a result of SCP-████ breaking containment. Failure to re-activate the backup power generator in the Epsilon Wing enabled SCP-5725-A to escape its Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber. During the extent of the containment breach, SCP-5725-A is believed to have successfully assimilated SCP-5725-B and SCP-5725-C after a brief struggle with both. The recorder in SCP-5725-C's containment chamber captured the moment that SCP-5725-A achieved complete assimilation. For approximately one minute following its assimilation, the now-unified SCP-5725 is seen celebrating and walking around SCP-5725-C's former chamber, now fully resembling the deceased Alexander Ioannou. At the 1:34 mark following assimilation, SCP-5725 pauses in the middle of the chamber, and is seen examining its hands and limbs. Shortly after this, SCP-5725 abruptly begins to turn translucent before completely fading from view. The recorder in the chamber was able to capture the only words that SCP-5725 vocalized during this span: SCP-5725: Ah, shit. So that's how it is, huh? Following this incident, SCP-5725 was reclassified as Neutralized. SCP-5725-C's chamber was thoroughly disinfected to eliminate a sudden and persistent odor of sulfur. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5725" by weizhong, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5725. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5726 | keter | Title screen of Sparkling Magical Girl ♥ Darling Pink!! (2002-2007) Item #: SCP-5726 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5726 is to be kept cryogenically frozen in a high-security chamber within Site-19. In the event that SCP-5726 regains consciousness, MTF-Rho-36 (“Breacher’s Pets”) is to subdue the anomaly with minimal force. SCP-5726-1 is to be kept in storage at Site-19 under video supervision. Additionally, a GPS tracking device has been attached to SCP-5726-1. Description: SCP-5726 is a sapient humanoid anomaly of unknown origins that strongly resembles and claims to be the fictional character Ichigo Nakamura from the "Sparkling Magical Girl ♥ Darling Pink!!" franchise. The character appears in both a 500 chapter Japanese graphic novel series targeted at children between the ages of 7 and 12, as well as an animated series comprised of 200 episodes that aired from March 7, 2002 to February 8, 2007. A summary of media compiled by Researcher Ito follows. “Sparkling Magical Girl ♥ Darling Pink!!" follows a fourteen-year-old middle school student named Ichigo Nakamura who leads a double life as Darling Pink, a magical heroine who has been tasked with ridding the world of the evil forces of Darkness. Nakamura encounters various antagonists who have been possessed by Darkness, including bullies at school, unfair teachers, and local gang members. After defeating them in combat, Nakamura is able to free them from possession and befriend them on her quest to save the world through the power of love. SCP-5726 initially attracted Foundation scrutiny after a series of anomalous killings in Hida-Takayama came to the attention of undercover operatives affiliated with MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) within the Gifu Prefectural Police Department. The anomaly was subsequently apprehended by MTF Pi-1 (“City Slickers”) on 2018.08.09, shortly after the murder of three adolescent males; force was not required. One eyewitness, 12-year-old Japanese male, was administered Class-A amnestics following the incident. Despite its external physical resemblance to a human adolescent female, SCP-5726’s biological makeup is only superficially analogous to that of a human. The subject lacks internal organs, blood, muscle tissue, and a central nervous system. Surgical analysis has indicated that SCP-5726’s body is made up of multiple layers of a skin-colored, flesh-like substance that rapidly heals upon incision. Despite this, SCP-5726 still requires food and water,1 expresses pain, and is aware of basic human organs such as the stomach, brain, and heart2. SCP-5726 is able to generate pink explosive projectiles shaped like cartoon style hearts from SCP-5726-1, a scepter that it is able to summon to itself while conscious. These projectiles vary in size and produce an exaggerated pop sound when created, followed by a sparkling effect upon detonation. The explosions produced by these bubbles are able to liquefy human flesh and cause significant structural damage. Addendum 5726.1: Initial Containment From 2018.08.09 to 2018.10.30, SCP-5726 was contained in a high-security humanoid containment cell with access to age-appropriate entertainment3. Its primary point of contact was Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones. [+] Show SCP-5726 Initial Interview Log [–] Hide SCP-5726 Initial Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-5726 Interviewing: Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones Forward: Interview was conducted in Japanese. It was established during recovery that SCP-5726 reacted negatively to its assigned number; Team Leader Nishigawa-Jones made the executive decision to refer to SCP-5726 by its apparent given name for the sake of improving compliance. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Hi, Ichigo. How are you finding the facilities thus far? SCP-5726: (looking somewhat uncomfortable) Well, um… they're okay, I guess? I don't understand why I'm here. It's not like I've done anything bad. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Of course. Now, you can call me Kanako, if you prefer. I just have a few questions for you to answer. You were fighting with some people when Officer Bravo found you. Why was that? SCP-5726: Well, they… they were bullying this little kid. They wanted his money. One of them had a knife, and— I only just got here, but I couldn't just let it happen, you see? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Of course not. You were trying to be noble, is that right? [SCP-5726 nods, frantically.] Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: What did you mean, when you said that you only just came here? SCP-5726: I only just came to this world. It must have been for a reason, surely. Maybe someone tried to summon a great hero from another dimension. That's happened to me before, you know?4 Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: I see. So what do you intend to do, in this world? SCP-5726: Well… I don't really know yet. What I always do, I guess. I'm a magical girl, you see. I'm supposed to purify bad guys. [Nishigawa-Jones is silent. SCP-5726 clarifies] SCP-5726: Uh, that means that I hit them with the Pretty Purity Heart Bubbles, and it cures them of the darkness hiding inside them and making them bad. Then usually we become friends. Pretty cool, right? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: That's very interesting. Yes. [Closing Note: During the remainder of the interview time, SCP-5726 expressed a desire to leave containment and continue to "purify bad guys", which it considered its prime duty as "Darling Pink". A request was subsequently filed by Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones to appease SCP-5726 by allowing it supervised interactions with D-Class personnel in possession of criminal records; this was approved.] [+] Show SCP-5726 Security Footage 003 [–] Hide SCP-5726 Security Footage 003 Participants: SCP-5726; D-8972 Supervisor: Junior Researcher Benedict Kim Forward: The below footage is from SCP-5726's first supervised interaction with a D-Class Personnel. D-8972 was convicted in Australia of three counts of theft and the domestic abuse of his wife. SCP-5726 was informed of D-8972's criminal record by the supervising researcher. It should be noted that D-8972 did not speak Japanese, SCP-5726's primary language of communication. SCP-5726: Stop, in the name of love and justice! D-8972: (in English) Sorry kid, I don't speak, uh, whatever you're speaking. SCP-5726: It was wrong, for you to do something like that to an innocent lady, and to take things from shops without paying. [D-8972 turns away and knocks on the glass, attempting to attract Junior Researcher Kim's attention.] D-8972: (in English) Hey, what the hell is this? I think you have the wrong guy, this kid doesn't speak English. SCP-5726: Come on, pay attention— oh no. This is kind of hard. I've never fought a bad guy who doesn't speak Japanese before. Well… I guess it doesn't matter. The purification should fix him anyway. SCP-5726: (raising SCP-5726-1) Pretty Pink Purity Hearts, go! [A single, heart-shaped projectile explosive emerges from the tip of SCP-5726 with a pop, and floats towards D-8972. Upon hearing the sound, D-8972 turns around as the projectile makes contact with his face and detonates. The resulting explosion causes his head to explode; his decapitated body slumps to the ground. Blood spurts from the stump of his neck.] SCP-5726: It's all spurting out of him… gross. There's so much of it. Hey, how do you feel? [D-8972's corpse does not respond. SCP-5726 approaches the corpse and nudges it with its foot. In the observation booth, Researcher Kim can be seen retching.] SCP-5726: I don't understand… is it not all gone? Pretty Pink Purity Hearts! [Five more projectile explosives emerge from SCP-5726-1 and land on D-8972's unmoving body, where they detonate, reducing D-8972's body to a mixture of viscous red liquid and scraps of bone. SCP-5726 is unaffected by the resulting explosion. It bends down and dips its finger in the liquid, and then tastes it.] SCP-5726: Salty. The Darkness sure is weird, in this world. I hope he comes back soon. [+] Show SCP-5726 Interview Log 037 [–] Hide SCP-5726 Interview Log 037 Interviewed: SCP-5726 Interviewing: Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones; Junior Researcher Benedict Kim Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Do you understand death, SCP-5726? SCP-5726: No. What does that word mean? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Killing is the act of causing death, especially deliberately. I know that you don't mean to hurt the D-Class personnel, but the things that come out of them are blood and sometimes their organs, all of which are necessary for sustaining human life. [SCP-5726 looks at Researcher Nishigawa-Jones with clear incomprehension.] SCP-5726: I'm sorry, Researcher Kanako. Can you speak Japanese, please? I don't understand other languages. Researcher Kim: (To Nishigawa-Jones, in English) What is it saying? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: (In English) It doesn't understand the concept of death. Maybe it just can't. It's like it's brain just isn't programmed to get it. [SCP-5726 looks between Researcher Nishigawa Jones and Researcher Kim, apparently trying to follow the conversation.] SCP-5726: Is something wrong? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: No, nothing's wrong. SCP-5726: Okay. Well… if it's not too much trouble, I did have a question, Researcher Kanako… Aren’t there… any other girls my age, around here? I’m so bored of purifying people. And I don’t understand how I’m supposed to be Darling Pink without any friends. I— I mean, I don’t mean to offend you, Researcher Kanako, because you’ve been so very kind to me. But it’s just that… Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: I understand, SCP-5726. You haven’t offended me at all. I am a researcher, and there are certain limitations to my position. And I’m quite a bit older than you. It's natural for you not to think of us as friends. But… I'm sorry. I wish I could help, but I don't think something like that would be approved. SCP-5726: Why not? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: It's complicated. I'm very sorry. SCP-5726: Everything’s so complicated here. Everything made so much more sense, back home. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Can you elaborate on that? SCP-5726: I just mean… I don't know. Purifying people here is fun but it's so easy. None of them try to fight back, they just run. And it's cool to see the darkness like, you know, physically coming out of them, 'cause it's not strong enough to do that back home so I really feel like I'm doing something here, you know? But they don't come back afterward. Why don't they come back? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Where do you think they're going, SCP-5726? SCP-5726: What? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Have you considered the fact that they might not come back at all? SCP-5726: I… I don't understand. That's wrong, Researcher Kanako. They're all going to come back eventually. That's how it works. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: I see. Thank you for your time, SCP-5726. SCP-5726: Could I ask you a favor, Researcher Kanako? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: What is it? SCP-5726: Well, it's just that… I can't remember all those numbers… and I like you and think we're friends, so could you just call me Ichigo? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: Of course, Ichigo. [Closing Note: Researcher Nishigawa-Jones considered SCP-5726's acknowledgment that its victims did not "come back" after purification to be a breakthrough, though no further progress was made during this interview.] [+] Show emails exchanged between B. Kim and K. Nishigawa-Jones [–] Show emails exchanged between B. Kim and K. Nishigawa-Jones From: BKim092@Scipnet (Junior Researcher Benedict Kim) To: KNishigawaJones001@Scipnet (Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones) Subject: SCP-5726's containment procedures Date: 10/11/2018 Senior Researcher Nishigawa-Jones— I am a bit concerned in regards to SCP-5726's moral compass. It has a very black and white sense of justice; one that can only come from an infantile understanding of good and evil. The fact that SCP-5726 fails to comprehend these complexities despite various attempts at teaching it otherwise is worrying. What if it one day decides that we are the bad guys? You saw what it did to that poor D-class. Sure, he was a scumbag, but he didn't deserve to be liquefied. I fear that the longer SCP-5726 stays under Foundation control, the higher chances there are of it seeing something which could convince it to oppose us. It is, for this reason, I would like to propose a change in its Special Containment Procedures. Its unique anatomy poses some challenges for determining the safest possible method of containment. In particular, continuous deep sedation seems to be out due to SCP-5726's lack of a circulatory system. However, tests are revealing that it can survive extreme cold without external aid by entering a sort of "hibernation" — cryo-conservation seems like a potentially good option. What do you think? Regards, Junior Researcher Benedict Kim. From: KNishigawaJones001@Scipnet (Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones) To: BKim092@Scipnet (Junior Researcher Benedict Kim) Subject: Re: SCP-5726's containment procedures Date: 10/11/2018 Benedict— I don't think there's much harm in giving Ichigo a chance. Yes, she exhibits violent behavior towards D-Class personnel, but the fact that she doesn't understand what it's doing is a good sign, not a bad one. She's only ever harmed individuals that she knows to be "bad guys". And she's convinced that we're the good guys. I'm aware that she is not the same as a normal child, but she certainly behaves like one. Perhaps she can be taught to do better, with proper guidance. She certainly seems to want to be good. She's not malicious. Just confused. And we're making progress. It's slow-going, but it's happening. Let's observe her for a little longer before doing anything rash. Go ahead and keep researching cryonics for now, but I'm reluctant to take the nuclear option before we absolutely have to. Best wishes, Kanako. From: BKim092@Scipnet (Junior Researcher Benedict Kim) To: KNishigawaJones001@Scipnet (Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones) Subject: SCP-5726's containment procedures Date: 10/11/2018 Senior Researcher Nishigawa-Jones— Forgive me if this is out of line, but I fear you are becoming too attached to SCP-5726. Perhaps we should seek a third party's opinion? Regards, Junior Researcher Benedict Kim. From: KNishigawaJones001@Scipnet (Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones) To: BKim092@Scipnet (Junior Researcher Benedict Kim) Subject: Re: SCP-5726's containment procedures Date: 10/11/2018 Benedict— Nonsense. SCP-5726 is a little girl and the cold and sterile environment of the Foundation isn't good for growing children. I don't think a little humanity ever hurt the Foundation in its dealings with humanoids. Best wishes, Kanako. [+] Show Incident 5726-01 (SCP-5726 Interview Log 049) [–] Hide Incident 5726-01 (SCP-5726 Interview Log 049) Interviewed: SCP-5726 Interviewing: Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones; Junior Researcher Benedict Kim Forward: The excerpted section of Interview Log 049 is designated Incident 5726-01. Though SCP-5726's containment was ultimately not breached, the unexpected death of a researcher exposed critical weaknesses in SCP-5726's containment procedures. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: (shuffling her notes) Very good, SCP-5726. I'm pleased with your progress. That brings us to the end of our— oh! [Nishigawa-Jones has a paper cut. A small quantity of blood is visible from the wound.] Researcher Kim: (In English) Are you alright? Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: (In English) Yes, just fine. A paper cut. [SCP-5726 stares at Researcher Nishigawa-Jones. It has gone very pale. It reaches out to touch Nishigawa-Jones' bleeding finger, but stops just short of physical contact.] SCP-5726: No. No, it can’t be. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: What’s wrong? [SCP-5726 stands up. The SCP-5726-1 scepter appears in its hand. In the distance, alarm bells begin to ring, as the teleportation of SCP-5726-1 has triggered an emergency alert for MTF-Rho-36 (“Breacher’s Pets”). Researcher Kim stands up and begins to back away slowly. SCP-5726 does not react to this. It is focused on Researcher Nishigawa-Jones, who has not yet moved.] SCP-5726: You? All this time, you were— even though you were so kind to me? The darkness in this world… it really is powerful. I hate this place. Researcher Nishigawa-Jones: (paling) Don't— SCP-5726— Ichigo, please don't— SCP-5726: It's okay, Researcher Kanako. I'll purify you, and then we'll be friends for real. Do your best to come back soon, okay? [Researcher Nishigawa-Jones turns and sprints for the door.] SCP-5726: (raising SCP-5726-1) Pretty Pink Purity Hearts! [Three pink projectile explosives erupt from SCP-5726-1 with their characteristic pop. They make impact with the fleeing Researcher Nishigawa-Jones' back. The resulting explosion liquefies most of Researcher Nishigawa-Jones' body and destroys the door frame. Blood coats the walls and floor of the meeting room, as well as SCP-5726 and Researcher Benedict Kim, who has assumed the fetal position on the other side of the room. There is a long pause.] SCP-5726: Researcher Kim, are you alright? Researcher Kanako, she was corrupted, but— oh, come on now Researcher Kim! Don't be afraid, the Darkness is gone! [Researcher Kim, who does not speak Japanese, lifts his head and makes eye contact. He does not attempt communication.] [MTF-Rho-36 (“Breacher’s Pets”) arrive and knock open the containment chamber door. They apprehend SCP-5726, who does not resist.] SCP-5726: Researcher Kanako's coming back any minute now! They always do! [The MTF agents begin dragging SCP-5726 towards a cage bed which has been brought into the chamber.] SCP-5726: Researcher Kim… [Closing Note: SCP-5726 was placed within the cage bed and became unresponsive for 12 hours.] Subsequent to Incident 5726-01, an emergency joint meeting was subsequently held by the Ethics Committee and Containment Resources Committee in order to dictate the immediate future of SCP-5726's containment. Though SCP-5726's psychological welfare had improved significantly under the guidance of Senior Researcher Nishigawa-Jones, it was determined that SCP-5726’s unpredictable reactions made its continued consciousness an untenable long-term solution. Addendum 5726.2: Shift to Current Containment Procedures On 2019.02.21, an attempt was made to permanently place SCP-5726 in cryogenic storage. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim was selected to replace Senior Researcher Kanako Nishigawa-Jones as SCP-5726's primary point of contact, and was instructed to persuade SCP-5726 to willingly enter the previously prepared cryostasis chamber. The following is an excerpt from Security Log 5726-302. Participant: SCP-5726 Supervisor: Junior Researcher Benedict Kim Forward: Due to his inability to speak Japanese, Researcher Kim was provided with an instant translation module in order to facilitate communications. SCP-5726 had previously been informed that the cryostasis chamber was a new scientific innovation that had been crafted to amplify its powers and improve its ability to purify darkness. The following excerpt is taken from 23 minutes 34 seconds after SCP-5726 has entered the cryostasis chamber. <BEGIN LOG> [SCP-5726 is lying in the cryostasis chamber. It is cold enough inside that its breaths are visible. Frost is beginning to form around its mouth and nose.] Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: How are you feeling? SCP-5726: It's cold in here. And… small. It feels like the walls are closing in on me. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Are you afraid of small places? SCP-5726: No, of course not! Heroines aren't afraid of anything. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: That's good. I'm sure that they aren't. But if you were afraid, you could close your eyes. That way, you wouldn't be able to see the walls. [After a moment's hesitation, SCP-5726 closes its eyes.] SCP-5726: I'm not afraid. Just… resting my eyes for a little. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Of course. You had a difficult day yesterday. You should take a nap while the process finishes. SCP-5726: You won't leave while I'm not looking, right? Don't go anywhere. Just… stay here. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: I'll stay. For as long as you need. I will do what is necessary. [SCP-5726 and Researcher Kim are silent for 30 seconds.] SCP-5726: Researcher Kim… I think I know what death is now. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Oh? SCP-5726: It's what I did to Researcher Kanako. She's not coming back, is she? Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: No. SCP-5726: Death is something only the darkness would do. [SCP-5726 begins visibly trembling.] Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Maybe where you came from. Here, it's just part of life. SCP-5726: The darkness here is strong… but I can't be defeated. When this is d-done, I'm going to beat the d-darkness and make sure no one d-dies again. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Didn't we say you were going to nap? [SCP-5726 and Researcher Kim are silent for fifty seconds.] SCP-5726: It's c-cold in here. Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: I know. [SCP-5726 and Researcher Kim are silent for fifty-eight seconds.] SCP-5726: R-researcher K-kim? Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Yes? [SCP-5726 is silent for fifteen seconds.] SCP-5726: I'm s-sorry f-for k-… [SCP-5726 becomes unresponsive.] Junior Researcher Benedict Kim: Rest now, Ichigo. Everything will be okay. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. It is unknown how SCP-5726 processes nutrients and produces waste due to its lack of organs. 2. SCP-5726 considers this the most important organ 3. Not including “Sparkling Magical Girl ♥ Darling Pink!!" and any related media. 4. Further investigation revealed that Chapter 212 of "Sparkling Magical Girl ♥ Darling Pink!!" involves a plotline where the protagonist is summoned to a dystopian alternate dimension where they do not exist. 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SCP-5727 | euclid | ⚠ Notice You have been redirected to this containment file due to a database search for "Reggie" and "distress signal" or "distress call". Reggie is OK. You can close this file now if you wish. _ Proceed to open Containment File for SCP-5727Access granted. Item #: SCP-5727 Secure Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel seeking an update on Reggie are to be assured that Reggie is okay. The phrase "Reggie is OK" should be added to all Foundation audio media as a low-frequency message played at 20Hz for the foreseeable future, as a precautionary measure. Description: SCP-5727 is a distress signal of unknown origin (update below) that is periodically broadcast from audio devices within a 1800-kilometer radius of Boulder, Colorado. The message consists of what appears to be an artificially-generated voice and is as follows: C Q D Reginald in danger help come quick please An enhanced version of this distress signal is included below (or here): The following has been noted regarding the transmission: There is a pause between the syllables of the word "Reginald". "CQD" was a distress code used by maritime vessels in the early 20th century before being replaced with the internationally-standardized "SOS". The pitch of each word fluctuates by up to 10%. Each syllable is spoken in the exact same speed except the final word, please. When this distress signal is heard by any person, they will subconsciously register its message, feeling a distinct unease as to the fate of "Reggie". This most often manifests as a sense of impending doom or urgency without cause or provocation. Upon conscious or unconscious reassurance that Reggie is not in danger, this feeling will subside. Explanation: ADDED 31 DAYS AGO The source of this signal is an artifact of a World War I radio transmission issued by the HMS Reginald Kerr during a brief training exercise. The HMS Reginald Kerr, circa 1939. The radio signal was issued at a particular frequency that, due to the positioning of the Earth in orbit around the sun, caused the signal to be caught in the sun's gravitational field and begin a partial "orbit" of the solar system. The stabilization of its orbit distorted it to approximately 20Hz. The path of the signal intercepts with Earth regularly, causing it to be picked up by modern-day electronic devices. The signal, and the method of containing it, are considered non-anomalous, as are the responses of people hearing it. The Foundation considers this effect to be a rare effect of unintended subliminal messaging upon the human mind but scientifically plausible. It has therefore been classified as Explained. _ Enter Class 4 credentials to proceed with metadata download (65.4GB)Class 4 Credentials accepted ⚠ Notice Before proceeding, please acquire one dose of Class A Amnestics. Item #: SCP-5727 Secure Containment Procedures (Addenda): A notice is to be placed at the top of this containment file to deter most users from further investigating this anomaly; a more detailed cover story regarding a radio signal, subliminal messaging, and the HMS Reginald Kerr must be maintained for users who seek a more detailed answer. Foundation personnel accessing the final, secured portion of the Containment file must be amnesticized afterward. Description (Addenda): As of 931 days ago, the status of "Reggie" cannot be determined. Slow but constant increase in signal strength has allowed for deeper analysis of the voice. Fluctuations in pitch and tempo suggest that the signal is not artificial, but is in fact a live feed, being broadcast with increasing urgency. According to an analysis by Foundation audio engineer Dr. Carmichael: The fact that we don't know the fate of whoever—or whatever—Reggie is has been shown to cause incredible distress to those aware of its nature. The signal…it's everywhere. Reggie needs help, and we don't know where to start. Reggie is not okay. We can't help Reggie. We all want to. But we can't. Why can't we help Reggie? As the release of this information has the potential to impact the allocation of Foundation resources for researchers to locate and assist Reggie, the Foundation has determined its best interest is to maintain that Reggie is, in fact, OK. You have reached the end of this containment file. Please exit and administer amnestics. You have accessed this containment file 47 times. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5727" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5727. Licensed under CC-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: regi.mp3 Author: CityToast License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Created by Author Filename: reginald.jpg Name: HMS Reginald Kerr Author: Royal Navy official photographer (Uncredited, circa 1939) License: Public Domain Source Link: HMS Reginald Kerr Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5727 | uncontained | ⚠ Notice You have been redirected to this containment file due to a database search for "Reggie" and "distress signal" or "distress call". Reggie is OK. You can close this file now if you wish. _ Proceed to open Containment File for SCP-5727Access granted. Item #: SCP-5727 Secure Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel seeking an update on Reggie are to be assured that Reggie is okay. The phrase "Reggie is OK" should be added to all Foundation audio media as a low-frequency message played at 20Hz for the foreseeable future, as a precautionary measure. Description: SCP-5727 is a distress signal of unknown origin (update below) that is periodically broadcast from audio devices within a 1800-kilometer radius of Boulder, Colorado. The message consists of what appears to be an artificially-generated voice and is as follows: C Q D Reginald in danger help come quick please An enhanced version of this distress signal is included below (or here): The following has been noted regarding the transmission: There is a pause between the syllables of the word "Reginald". "CQD" was a distress code used by maritime vessels in the early 20th century before being replaced with the internationally-standardized "SOS". The pitch of each word fluctuates by up to 10%. Each syllable is spoken in the exact same speed except the final word, please. When this distress signal is heard by any person, they will subconsciously register its message, feeling a distinct unease as to the fate of "Reggie". This most often manifests as a sense of impending doom or urgency without cause or provocation. Upon conscious or unconscious reassurance that Reggie is not in danger, this feeling will subside. Explanation: ADDED 31 DAYS AGO The source of this signal is an artifact of a World War I radio transmission issued by the HMS Reginald Kerr during a brief training exercise. The HMS Reginald Kerr, circa 1939. The radio signal was issued at a particular frequency that, due to the positioning of the Earth in orbit around the sun, caused the signal to be caught in the sun's gravitational field and begin a partial "orbit" of the solar system. The stabilization of its orbit distorted it to approximately 20Hz. The path of the signal intercepts with Earth regularly, causing it to be picked up by modern-day electronic devices. The signal, and the method of containing it, are considered non-anomalous, as are the responses of people hearing it. The Foundation considers this effect to be a rare effect of unintended subliminal messaging upon the human mind but scientifically plausible. It has therefore been classified as Explained. _ Enter Class 4 credentials to proceed with metadata download (65.4GB)Class 4 Credentials accepted ⚠ Notice Before proceeding, please acquire one dose of Class A Amnestics. Item #: SCP-5727 Secure Containment Procedures (Addenda): A notice is to be placed at the top of this containment file to deter most users from further investigating this anomaly; a more detailed cover story regarding a radio signal, subliminal messaging, and the HMS Reginald Kerr must be maintained for users who seek a more detailed answer. Foundation personnel accessing the final, secured portion of the Containment file must be amnesticized afterward. Description (Addenda): As of 931 days ago, the status of "Reggie" cannot be determined. Slow but constant increase in signal strength has allowed for deeper analysis of the voice. Fluctuations in pitch and tempo suggest that the signal is not artificial, but is in fact a live feed, being broadcast with increasing urgency. According to an analysis by Foundation audio engineer Dr. Carmichael: The fact that we don't know the fate of whoever—or whatever—Reggie is has been shown to cause incredible distress to those aware of its nature. The signal…it's everywhere. Reggie needs help, and we don't know where to start. Reggie is not okay. We can't help Reggie. We all want to. But we can't. Why can't we help Reggie? As the release of this information has the potential to impact the allocation of Foundation resources for researchers to locate and assist Reggie, the Foundation has determined its best interest is to maintain that Reggie is, in fact, OK. You have reached the end of this containment file. Please exit and administer amnestics. You have accessed this containment file 47 times. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5727" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5727. Licensed under CC-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: regi.mp3 Author: CityToast License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Created by Author Filename: reginald.jpg Name: HMS Reginald Kerr Author: Royal Navy official photographer (Uncredited, circa 1939) License: Public Domain Source Link: HMS Reginald Kerr Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5728 | euclid | Item#: 5728 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5728-1 is to be contained in standard humanoid containment units at Site-06, with necessary alterations being made in accordance with the containment of SK-BIO entities.1 It is to be fed 1.3kg of raw meat once a week. The cadaver of SCP-5728-2 is to be preserved for use in the training of medical personnel for the examination of Sarkic cult members. Description: SCP-5728 refers to two entities, from here on known as SCP-5728-1 and -2. SCP-5728-1 is the last of the SK-BIO type entities created during Incident-5728-A by a group of Proto-Sarkic cultists inhabiting the town of Arlingpool, Nevada. DNA sequencing performed on SCP-5728-1 has revealed a mutated variant of the baseline human genome. SCP-5728-1 possesses several anomalous traits such as a strong healing factor that is able to repair gunshot wounds within 2 hours. In addition to this, it also has blade-like appendages on its hands and a third limb protruding from its back. SCP-5728-1 is noted as wearing the tattered remains of a UIU uniform circa 1947 and reacts violently to any efforts to remove it. There are also several mildly radioactive third-degree burns present on the back of SCP-5728-1, the radiation emitted is insufficient to cause any long term harm. SCP-5728-2 resembles a Caucasian human of Uralic descent with the physical appearance of a 30-year-old despite being at least 150 years old. The entity was 1.7 meters tall, with an average build and brown hair with small signs of ageing present such as wrinkles and the greying of hair. Its genome more closely resembled baseline human DNA with only minor alterations preset. It identified itself as Nikita Lebedev, one of six known Karcists in Arlingpool, who specialized in the medical treatment of the local population. The most significant of these properties was the presence of SK-BIO Type 006 organisms within its body, which contributed to the entity's longevity. A slight healing factor was also observed but this property degraded over time until it was rendered completely negligible. During much of the early period of its containment, SCP-5728-2 suffered from clinical depression. It was frequently observed praying for forgiveness and often requested to leave, though actual escape attempts were rare. Sessions with an on-site psychiatrist were offered but were turned down. However, exactly 12 years after Incident 5728-B, SCP-5728-2 was shown to have much higher morale. When questioned it insisted this was because 'I finally got an answer.' SCP-5728-2 refused to elaborate further. SCP-5728-2 was recovered from a small wooden hut in Western Nevada, on September 15th, 1963, guarded by SCP-5728-1. SCP-5728-2 was found to be gravely ill, with a later physical examination confirming severe radiation poisoning. After the capture of SCP-5728-1, the entity surrendered peacefully and was taken into custody without incident. To date, only these instances from the Arlingpool sect have been recovered, though sightings of similar entities in the Bohemian and Bavarian Forests as well as in Central Italy have been reported. An investigation into a possible link between these entities and the Arlingpool Cultists is currently ongoing. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5728 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5728 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. + Level 4 Clearance Level Required: Please Provide Credentials - Credentials Verified Addendum 5728-A: The following is a detailed timeline of events leading up to Incident 5728-A & B according to UIU documentation, oral history on the part of SCP-5728-2 and Foundation Archives from the period. History of SCP-5728 Prior to Incident 5728-A: SCP-5728-2 originated from the Amur region of Siberia. Then known as the Church of Oastrikyo, they were hunted and driven away by Tsarist forces in 18152, forcing them to flee to the coast. Upon arriving, the Church encountered another Sarkic sect. Cultural differences prevented integration, so instead, the Church was provided with transportation to Mexico in order to escape what they saw as 'Eurasian Mekhanite influence'. Upon arriving on the Mexican coast, the Church travelled north to modern-day Nye County, Nevada and settled into the town of Arlingpool.3 The members of the Church of Oastrikyo quickly established themselves, making use of Sarkic rituals in order to create suitable farmland and to locate sources of freshwater.4 Within a year the Church of Oastrikyo, which had since renamed itself to the Church of the Scorched Earth in reference to their new desert surroundings, had created a self-sufficient society. The first contact between the Church of the Scorched Earth and the U.S. Government occurred on the 30th September 1922, when a squad of U.S. Army Riflemen was sent to investigate reports of a 'commune in the middle of Nevada'. They were immediately attacked by a collection of SK-BIO Type 003 & 002 organisms created to defend the perimeter of the town, with only one of them managing to escape. This sole survivor was given over to the UIU before the Foundation could respond. Below is an account of the Church's first contact, taken from SCP-5728-2's diary. Our village was attacked. Outsiders. We have been able to keep ourselves well isolated and hidden, but it has become clear that our current approach may not be sustainable forever. Four men found us. Our guardians and defences were able to kill all but one who unfortunately got away on horseback. They were armed with weaponry unfamiliar to us, but thankfully they were of little effect against our guardians. Despite this, their arrival was a serious cause for concern. An emergency meeting between myself and the other Karcists was called into session. After much deliberation, we decided that moving would be impossible. Not this time. We will stay and protect ourselves from the approaching Mekhanite incursion. I will sacrifice myself if it is to ensure that our people survive these upcoming days. Praise be to Ion Following this encounter, the United States government sent an envoy to meet with the Church, with the goal of establishing a 'mutual agreement of cooperation and trust'. The 'Treaty of Nevada' was signed and ratified by both parties on 19th May 1924.5 It was at this time that Foundation agents embedded in the US government became aware of the Arlingpool sect's existence, though all efforts to establish containment were blocked by the UIU & the American government. Protests by the Foundation over the use of anomalous properties rather than their containment were ignored by the US government. Below is an account from the diary of UIU Agent Daniel Blake6, from his first arrival at Arlingpool. I just got reassigned to what I thought would be the ass-end of nowhere. I was right; nothing but desert for miles, 'Church of the Scorched Earth' was right. There are three of us, including myself, the other two being Johnathan Gordon and James Carr. They seem like decent people, though largely uninterested in the cultists. They spend most of their time in the little outpost we were provided. I got to give these cult guys some credit. They are just unbelievable! There are sections in the eastern part of town, where the ground will be dried up desert one second but then suddenly, fertile soil and farmland with enough crops to feed everyone here tenfold. Compare that to the area surrounding the town, the ground is so dry it sucks up moisture like a sponge. I'm sure I could cook some eggs on the ground too. Maybe we could ask for some tips to deal with the Dust Bowls? Hell, they're even resilient themselves. I mean, one of the locals tripped and cracked his skull open. I rushed over to check on them, ready to grab a first aid kit, but the wound just sealed up. I swear I saw some kind of worms inside him fixing it, but it was remarkable. By no means the weirdest thing I had ever seen, but it was noteworthy nonetheless. Despite everything though, can't say I'd want to live like this. They have no telegrams, no advanced farming or building methods. The buildings they live in look okay enough to me, but sometimes I swear I see them move. And whatever it is they use it as livestock…I don't know what they are. I asked about their cows a few hours after I first arrived, the adults refused to show me but the kids snuck me over to their farmland. They were…it was like someone was twisted and turned in every conceivable and non-conceivable way and stuck them together with other people in the same boat. I had to run back to where we were staying and throw up in a bucket. I can handle the worms and the bigotry but I cannot handle that THING! But I stayed cool, my job is to maintain good relations not criticise their lifestyle. As long as I don't go over to that part of town I should be fine. Thought about requesting a transfer, but that'd be the third one this month. I know I'm not some rich kid with a silver spoon up my [EXPLETIVE EXPUNGED] but I don't think I'm too bad at my job. Probably why they sent me to the middle of nowhere. When we're not out making sure the locals aren't doing anything we just sit in the outpost with nothing to do. I've been thinking of trying to learn sleight of hand. Always been meaning to. While I have made note of Gordon and Carr's lack of interest, the locals are outright resentful towards us. They must be pretty closed off, when I walked around the town to get a lay of the land, they look at me and scoff. A couple even spat at me and mumbled in whatever language it is they speak, no doubt saying insults. Either the higher-ups thought learning their language was unimportant, or they just don't want us learning all their insults. They seem especially annoyed by the telegram and phone we've got set up for communication with the higher-ups. They often glare at it; evidently, they don't like long-range comms. The other two tend to keep them out of sight. They're worried the locals will steal them and destroy them. I'm thinking of seeing if we could replace them with carrier pigeons and one of those new radios, though for emergencies only. The silver lining is, the kids seem fine with me. They just sort of stare at me instead of spitting insults. I went over to introduce myself and most of them either run away or were ushered away by their parents. Only one of them gave me the chance to give an introduction. Vasily, he seems nice enough. Asks me about the world: I've told him what I can, though I feel the gaze of his father whenever I do. Apparently, his father is like the head surgeon or something along those lines. Part of a council of 'Karcists' who run this place. Well, I've certainly got my work cut out for me. I intend to send that request later in the week. Want to settle in first. Agent Daniel Blake, 20th September 1929 Following his arrival, Agent Daniel Blake attempted to further improve relations between the Sarkic population and the UIU. This was found to be successful, as shown below in the following entry of SCP-5728-2's diary. As part of the treaty we signed, the Americans have sent agents from their 'Unusual Incidents Unit.' The 'UIU' agents continue to observe us, with little care for our customs. When we sleep they play their voice producing Mekhanite contraptions, 'Radios' they call them. With little care for our way of life, they describe us as barbarians and savages, never mind the fact that our culture has been around long before they were. Their presence alone continues to insult us. With one notable exception. One of the three agents stationed here, Blake, is not like the rest of his team. He has shown an interest in our customs, and a desire to respect them. He has even approached me in the hope of learning about our leadership and government. He seemed…confused and, sometimes, disgusted at our practices. But, unlike other agents who remained here, he did not attempt to 'correct' our culture. Instead, he explained that while he does not agree with some aspects of our culture he understands these are millennia-old traditions and will not be changed by one man whose only been here for a few weeks. For that, he must be commended. He also took note of our distaste towards their 'communication devices'. He offered to try and get the larger ones removed and replaced with carrier pigeons and a radio, but for emergencies only. Ideally, no radios would be here either, but it seemed like a fair trade. I expected this to be an empty promise, but within a week…the telegram and phone lines were gone. Carrier pigeons were used as promised, he truly was a man of his word. Perhaps he is better than the others. Praise be to Ion Over the next few years, cooperation between the Arlingpool Sect & the U.S. government proved to be vital for the country. The aid of the Arlingpool Sect helped advance discoveries to help the treatment of Malaria and Smallpox amongst other diseases. Foundation efforts to halt this trade and establish official containment were blocked by the US government, who warned the Foundation against 'interfering in the internal affairs of the United States and her allies.' Incident 5728-A: On the 15th of December, 1941, after the attack on Pearl Harbor, the U.S. military called for the younger population of Arlingpool, those aged between 21-35, to aid them in the nation's involvement in World War 2. Despite objections from the Church's Karcists, they ultimately allowed this to occur due to Article 7 of the Treaty of Nevada.7 Despite being closely guarded and mainly placed in medical roles,8 all drafted Arlingpool inhabitants were listed as KIA by 1944. Below is an extract from the diary of Agent Blake describing the reaction to this news by the inhabitants of Arlingpool. I'd just received word from the higher-ups, about the locals who we'd sent off to war. They are dead. Every. Single. One. I racked my brain for something to compare it to. The closest my mind came was when my old man died, but I don't think even that comes close to this. As I stood on that podium, as the town's population gathered around me, I felt like they were going to lynch me. But it was better they heard it from me, rather than some priest from a faith they did not believe in. I said to them, "I have just received news of those of your children who were sent to the front." They all looked hopeful. I wished I had better news. "It is my…unfortunate duty to inform you, that they have been listed as Killed in Action." At that moment, I could see their eyes water and their lips quiver. Many of the women fell to their knees. Weeping and screaming, I watched as young children who had barely seen death stood traumatised and in shock. And the men, those who were not comforting their families, looked up at me and our outpost in anger, tears of rage on their faces. They wanted to lynch me, or worse, I could tell. I wanted to tell them that their bodies would arrive soon to be buried, but my mind was racing far too much. All I could do was apologise, I wish I could do more but…there is nothing. I'm sorry. Then Nikita came up to me directly, he asked me to tell him his son was dead. Not that he was killed in action or kicked the bucket or to use any other euphemism. So I did, I said to him 'your son is dead.' At his insistence, I told him the details but I could tell it was just making him angrier. But I felt obliged to, I was the 'good foreigner, I could not break their trust with lies. He chastised me for sending his son to die, calling me a traitor. His eyes had a thousand lifetimes of heartbreak. I told him that I was not the one who gave the order, I did not want anyone to die. I wished they could come home, but I could not bring myself to lie to them. We argued for what felt like hours, he called me out for shifting the blame and trying to claim honesty made up for his son. Blows were exchanged. I lost. All I can do now is wait, and hope things get better. Agent Daniel Blake, 12th September 1945 Following this, relations between the U.S. Government and inhabitants soured, with the agents present being harassed and stalked. This resulted in the vandalism of the UIU outpost with Anti-American slogans and propaganda. This culminated in an incident on the 20th December 1946 when UIU agent Johnathan Gordon was assaulted by a Cult Member. Agent James Carr, in an effort to aid agent Gordon, fired a warning shot at the Cult Member but accidentally hit a bystander. Though the shot was non-lethal, a riot ensued which was only halted due to intervention by Agent Blake. On the 25th December 1946, the U.S. Government lost contact with the UIU agents present and the next day every single carrier pigeon stationed there was released and flew to a military communication point. None of them had any messages attached. At this time, a UIU patrol was sent to investigate the communications blackout. On the way there, the patrol encountered Agent Daniel Blake, who had been walking through the desert for the past two days. Foundation aid was once again denied. Below is an extract from Agent Blake's post-mission debrief. Interviewed: Agent Daniel Blake Interviewer: Agent Alexander Stevenson9 Foreword: The following interview occurred after Agent Blake was picked up by the passing UIU Patrol and functioned as his post-mission debrief. <Begin Log> Agent Stevenson: So, Agent, care to explain exactly why you didn't respond to our carrier pigeons? Agent Blake: We…we were attacked. Agent Stevenson: By whom? Agent Blake: The locals. Agent Stevenson: What happened? Agent Blake: I…It was Christmas day. We'd been celebrating a merry Christmas, the other two Agents had been drinking, though I wasn't allowed. I'd been showing off some sleight of hand I'd learn, swapping out pens for pencils that kind of thing before I was told to go and be a look out. One of us had to be sober in order to keep watch. Though neither of them got properly drunk either but better safe than sorry I suppose. Which I did, I stayed outside and kept an eye out…but the whole town was…completely silent. Agent Stevenson: So then what happened? Agent Blake: I heard a noise from inside, like a woosh. I got up and went inside, and then…they were dead. Their throats had been slit. They weren't even able to call for help. Agent Stevenson: Wait, their throats were slit? By who? Agent Blake: Not who. What. The locals had sent these…creatures, two of them, they were covered in bones and had these sharp blades on their hands. Like something out of a horror comic. Agent Stevenson: You hadn't seen these creatures before? Agent Blake: Well…no we'd seen them, but never up close and only glimpses of them. And never in action. They were called 'Guardians', they kept the town safe. But they'd never gotten anywhere close to us before, they always stayed near the perimeter of the town's edge. Agent Stevenson: I'm sorry that you had to see that. But, how did you survive? Agent Blake: When I saw them, they just looked at me…and I ran. When I went outside, everyone in the town was gathered around me. Like a lynch mob…I was sure I was going to die. But…they didn't kill me. One of the higher-ups, Nikita Lebedev, he…he let me leave. Told me I was a good man, so he gave me all the food and water I'd need and sent me on my way. Then you found me. Agent Stevenson: Alright, anything else to add before we continue? Agent Blake: One last thing, I did ask them if there was anything I could give them in order to return things back to the way they were. To prevent anyone from fighting. Agent Stevenson: And? What did they say? Agent Blake: 'Your President's head on a spike.' <End Log> Agent Blake was placed on leave and the UIU immediately requested military intervention against Arlingpool's population. On the 2nd of January 1947, this request was granted and the 33rd Infantry Division was sent to quell the initial uprising. This marked the beginning of Incident-5728-A, known in UIU Documentation as the Sarkic Uprising of 1947. From this point, until Incident 5728-B, all offers of Foundation aid were declined and direct intervention was not attempted in order to maintain good relations with the US government.10 Between the request for intervention and the arrival of the first military forces, the inhabitants of Arlingpool managed to expand their control to the border of the exclusion zone. Only the arrival of U.S. Army forces prevented further expansion. While initially able to make use of their technological superiority to secure several victories against Arlingpool's inhabitants, the eventual deployment of SK BIO organisms halted the Military's advance. The U.S. Army, even with UIU support and advisors, was unable to effectively combat the SK BIO Organisms. The military's intervention eventually grew into a stalemate, with the town's inhabitants able to prevent significant military advances with the SK BIO organisms. Meanwhile, the military made use of incendiary and high explosive weapons to cause significant damage to the SK BIO Organisms. Incident 5728-B: On the 20th January 1951, with the US military unable to make effective gains against the Arlingpool Sect, the US government attempted to propose a Status Quo peace. Below is the only known account of the meeting's outcome and the final known document from Agent Blake. Irrelevant information has been expunged for brevity. Well…this is it. My last will and testament, if you can even call it that. Five of us were sent to try and negotiate with the Karcists; me, an agent, two soldiers and some senator type who wanted to handle the diplomacy. He offered a status quo peace, go back to when times were good. "And if we refused?" One of them asked. "Then you will face swift and utter destruction." Before I could even get a word in, it was over. With a single nod, it all went to shit. The escorts were killed by their foot soldiers, the other agent and the diplomat were dragged off. Their screaming stopped as suddenly as it started. I dare not imagine what happened to them. Then the eyes of the Karcists fell upon me. I've never been so scared in my life, I was about to beg for my life when I heard Nikita speak. "You are not like them, Daniel, you are kind to our people. But, you may not leave. Instead, you will serve Ion." He gestured to the paper and pen I am currently using and offered to let me write down my last words. A final letter to my family. He promised me that the 'procedure' will not hurt, I dared not ask what would happen if I refused. I thought about running but I didn't want to see where the ones they took went. Besides…I'd always been good at Nikita as best as possible. Got to count for something right? But I suppose this all I have. So here goes nothing. [EXPUNGED FOR BREVITY] For what it's worth I finally managed to get good at that sleight of hand stuff at last though. Nikita seemed to find it amusing. I wish his boy could have seen it. So, this is it. When I've finished writing on this page, it's over for me. I wish I could have done better. This is Daniel Blake, goodbye. Following the loss of communication with the diplomatic party, the United States Government called off any further diplomatic efforts and ordered all American forces to withdraw. On the 27th of January 1951, a 1 kiloton nuclear bomb was dropped and detonated on Arlingpool under the guise of a nuclear test. The town and an estimated 98% of its population were killed, with the remaining population surviving due to the use of Sarkic protection rituals. Most of the remaining SK Type Organisms were killed by US Army forces sent in to clear out the area. Containment was formally handed over to the Foundation on 14th February 1951. Below is the last intact entry of SCP-5728-2's journal. It's over now. The Americans dropped their ultimate weapon, its blinding light forced us to avert our gaze. From a brief moment, we believed that our prayers have been answered, that Ion had come to smite these invaders from our lands. But instead, our prayers were responded to with destruction, surely only the Mekhanites would be capable of such an act. But no, it may have spawned from a device of metal, but it was devised by no followers of that Broken God. Few of us have survived, fewer still are in any condition to move. When I saw my home engulfed in fire and my friends annihilated, I had perhaps the first moment of clarity in a long time. At last, I saw what our crusade has brought. My son would turn his back in shame. We pleaded with them, begging for help, an armistice, anything. But our olive branches of peace were ignored. As we travel we have yet to encounter other soldiers. Whether we managed to sneak past them or they have simply left us to die I am not sure. Even as I write this, our numbers dwindle, I dare not count how many are left for I know it would be outdated within hours. The Akuloth work tirelessly, but they can only delay our demise. Only one Guardian is left, escorting us, but we are thankful for his watchful presence. I wonder why I still survive even as my brothers and sisters fall around me. Perhaps I have some purpose yet fulfilled. I will know in time. Praise be to Ion Following this, containment of any SK-BIO organisms was transferred to the Foundation. The UIU, following this significant failure, lost a significant proportion of its funding and suffered a major blow to its credibility. Containment procedures have been updated in response to this change. Addendum 5728-B: On April 25th, 1994, SCP-5728-2, while being escorted to its monthly medical check-up, complained of a headache and collapsed. Further examination found that the entity's recorded radiation sickness resulted in the development of terminal cancer. The entity refused further medical treatment and, after finishing a final prayer, died in its sleep at 4:00 pm, April 26th, 1994. SCP-5728-2's cadaver was subject to a standard autopsy and it was found that all SK-BIO Type 006 organisms within its body were dead. With the death of SCP-5728-2, all members of the Church of the Scorched Earth are now deceased and this group is to be considered Neutralised. Footnotes 1. SK-BIO refers to Sarkic Biological organisms, see files on GOI-28 for more information. 2. SCP-5728-2 claims they were infiltrated by the Mekhanites, an investigation into a connection between the Church of the Broken God and the Imperial Russian Government is ongoing. 3. Arlingpool was previously a mining town. But it had been abandoned in the 1870s due to the town's economic failure. 4. The region's limited infrastructure and sparse population meant the church was able to remain undetected for decades. 5. For a copy of the treaty, read Document 5728-1 6. Daniel Blake was stationed in Arlingpool from 20th September 1929 to 18th March 1932, due to his experience with abnormalities, before being transferred and then sent back in 1940, remaining there until 1946. 7. This stipulates that the US government can call upon the town's inhabitants in the event of a 'national emergency.' 8. With only one aiding in the creation of SK-BIO Organisms for frontline combat. 9. Agent Daniel Blake's superior. 10. Over the course of the conflict several cover stories were produced to hide this information. Including war games, weapons testing and live-fire drills. |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5729: "The Ghost in the Shed" I wonder if he's still in there. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5729 Level5 Secondary Class: kušum Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-5729. Special Containment Procedures: SCP Foundation researcher Dr. Harold Blank is not to be reminded of SCP-5729, or informed of this file's existence..Kušum-class objects are those whose containment has been abandoned indefinitely. Description: SCP-5729 is a spectral entity inhabiting a large garden shed in rural Ontario, Canada. It takes the form of a hazy humanoid outline with a set of antlers on its head, tentatively identified as belonging to the family Cervidae..Deer. It can only be viewed from outside the structure, through the attic window. It makes no attempt to interact with any living being, and only appears when SCP Foundation researcher Dr. Harold Blank is in close proximity to the window. Electromagnetic field meters report weak but significant readings at the window when SCP-5729 is visually absent. Addendum 5729-1, Discovery: In 2005, the Archives and Revision Section of Site-43 began a Foundation-wide research project to identify personnel who had unwittingly encountered uncontained anomalous objects in the past. Casual interrogation of Dr. Harold Blank resulted in the discovery of SCP-5162, which he had encountered in his early teen years. In 2021, the following research paper was published in the internal academic journal Open Minds. Once Bitten, Twice Shy? Paranormal Recurrences in Pre-Adolescence Polyxeni Mataxas, PhD Chair, Spectrometry and Spectremetry Section SCP Foundation Lake Huron Research and Containment Site-43 Abstract: More than a decade of statistics from across the globe show that individuals who encounter a single anomalous object during childhood are 68% more likely to encounter a second, and 74% more likely to encounter a third, than is the norm for adults. The additional trauma brought on by these events often leads to the repression of relevant memories; mnestic treatments and hypnotic age regression therapy have proven effective at recovering said memories, which may open new pathways for the discovery of dormant uncontained anomalous objects. Acting on this rationale, Dr. Mataxas placed Dr. Blank in a hypnotic trance and attempted to probe his memory. Dr. Blank immediately recalled an event in his early childhood wherein his middle-aged neighbour, Henry "Hank" Swift, attempted to convince him that a ghost inhabited his "barn.".Dr. Blank's terminology. Dr. Blank recalled observing this entity at the time, and on multiple subsequent occasions. Dr. Blank did not recall his conversation with Dr. Mataxas at the conclusion of the hypnosis session, by design, and Mobile Task Force Rho-43 ("Home Invaders") was dispatched to the site to investigate. The barn — in actuality a garden shed — was still standing, but the entity did not manifest. Believing that Dr. Blank's presence might be required to elicit a supernatural response, Dr. Mataxas suggested a routine test of spectremetry equipment at his childhood home, the deed to which he still held. He was amenable, and both researchers travelled there together. Incident Log 5729-1 Date: 06/30/2021 Present: Dr. H. Blank (Archives and Revision), Dr. P. Mataxas (Spectrometry and Spectremetry) Micro-camera footage begins. [Drs. Blank and Mataxas are walking through the half-acre back yard. The sun is bright, and there is birdsong.] Dr. Blank: Nice day for a walk, if you're into that sort of thing I guess. Dr. Mataxas: Might as well, those self-diagnostics take a good long while. Dr. Blank: Lot of ghosts come out in the daytime? Dr. Mataxas: That's when they know they can surprise you. [Both laugh.] Dr. Blank: Seriously though, think there's anything in that old place? Dr. Mataxas: It's Victorian. Somebody died in there. Statistical fact. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Blank: You're shitting me. Dr. Mataxas: Maybe half-shitting. [Both laugh.] Dr. Mataxas: Thought you said your neighbour had a barn? Dr. Blank: That's not a barn? Looks like a… well. Okay. It looked like a barn when I was a kid, guess it's more of a shed. Two storeys, though… Dr. Mataxas: It's a poultry house. Dr. Blank: A what? Dr. Mataxas: A poultry house. A chicken coop? [Dr. Blank slaps his forehead.] Dr. Blank: I remember now! He used to keep chickens. Dr. Mataxas: Who did? Dr. Blank: Uncle Hank. Dr. Mataxas: You lived next door to your uncle? Dr. Blank: No, no. He wasn't my real uncle. We just got along well. My neighbours were good people. [Dr. Blank stares at the shed.] Dr. Blank: You know… Dr. Mataxas: What? Dr. Blank: This reminds me. [Dr. Blank walks to the hedgerow separating his property from his neighbour's, turns back to face Dr. Mataxas, and gestures at the shed with his thumb.] Dr. Blank: Hank was a funny old guy. He used to tell me there was a ghost in there. Dr. Mataxas: Now you're shitting me. Dr. Blank: No, seriously! I remember it like it was yesterday. He told me the ghost's name was Enoch — I thought it was Enock, with a 'k', because I was just a stupid kid. Enock came over from England when Hank emigrated. In a suitcase, so Hank wouldn't have to pay for two seats on the Titanic. Dr. Mataxas: That's a lot to unpack. Dr. Blank: The overly self-aware story, which I thoroughly did not grasp at the time, or the ghost in the suitcase? Dr. Mataxas: Both. Dr. Blank: Anyway, you know, I could swear I saw the damn thing once he said it was there? [SCP-5729 becomes visible in the shed window behind Dr. Blank.] Dr. Blank: Enock took care of the chickens. That's what Hank told me. Dr. Mataxas: I don't hear any chickens now. Dr. Blank: No, and you won't hear Hank, either. [Silence on recording.] Dr. Blank: I remember the horns, most of all. Dr. Mataxas: Horns? Dr. Blank: Enock had horns. Oh, uh… [Dr. Blank snaps his fingers.] Dr. Blank: Antlers, actually! Dr. Mataxas: So much for "most of all." Dr. Blank: I even showed him to my friend, kid who lived over there. [Dr. Blank gestures to the house on the other side of his lot.] Dr. Blank: AJ, his name was. AJ said he could see Enock, too. [Dr. Blank shakes his head.] Dr. Blank: Dumb kids, right? Haven't thought about that in years. Wonder what AJ is up to. [Audio event consistent with a small camera shutter opening and closing.] Dr. Blank: Man, I always wanted to ask old Hank about Enock again, once I grew up, but you know what? Dr. Mataxas: [Quietly] What? Dr. Blank: I just plain forgot. [Dr. Blank heads back towards the house.] Dr. Blank: Too hot out here. [SCP-5729 demanifests.] Footage ends. « SCP-5056 Update | Words of Power and Poison | Whose Lake Is It Anyway? » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5729" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5729. Licensed under CC-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: 5729.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Enoch.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Notes: This image is a composite. Its components are listed below. Name: DIY Deer Antler Necklace Rack Author: Stacie Stacie Stacie License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Name: Oxon Hill Farm, Oxon Hill, Maryland Author: Ken Lund License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: SpecSpec.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
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} } Item #: SCP-5730 Level 4/5730 Classified A captured instance of SCP-5730, referred to as SCP-5730-A. Special Containment Procedures A full blackout protocol is to be initiated on SCP-5730 under the guise of a military operation. Foundation trawlers and ships are to initiate a search for the remaining instances of SCP-5730, with agents additionally stationed in all ports to monitor sightings of SCP-5730. SCP-5730's routes are to be charted. Reports of 'whale-like' or 'jumping' submarines are to be verified. Captured SCP-5730 instances are to be docked near Site-095 and investigated for their thaumaturgic properties and any documents and video cassette tapes that they may contain. Embedded agents in PepsiCo are to obtain documents related to the company's sea-based anomalous operations, focusing on dossiers concerning SCP-5730. Existing deals with PepsiCo are to be enhanced in order to further monitor it. Description SCP-5730 refers to a fleet of 17 submarines that were obtained by PepsiCo from the Soviet Union in 1989 as payment for Pepsi products. It has been sighted in several parts of the world, particularly near countries in the Pacific Ocean1. SCP-5730 instances' behavior has been described as similar to orcas, evading nearby ships.2 Video logs show that they typically emerge from the water, remaining in the air for around 15 seconds. SCP-5730-1 are translucent humanoids observed atop SCP-5730 instances. These entities are unresponsive to communication attempts and show evidence of moderate bodily damage, such as burns and limping. These manage repairs on SCP-5730, while occasionally holding wine bottles, when SCP-5730 are surfaced. SCP-5730 instances have been severely damaged near the engines and the aft hydroplanes. Their hulls have been cracked and breached to the point that their frames have been exposed. These can be explained as a result of age, as well as damage from SCP-5730's clashes with anomalies.3 When separated from the other instances by a range of eight kilometers, an instance becomes inactive and non-anomalous, with no signs of SCP-5730-1. Official records state that SCP-5730 was sold off by PepsiCo in 1989, although it covertly operated until 2005. By then, PepsiCo had officially decommissioned SCP-5730, with its instances docked to be scrapped, before they suddenly disappeared on March 5. Report on Captured Instances A poster found in SCP-5730-A. On November 20, several Foundation destroyers near Scarborough Shoal4 registered SCP-5730 on their deep-sea scanners. Kilometer-long thaumaturgic barriers were set up at strategic points to block SCP-5730 and force it into an altercation with the destroyers. Anticipating an End Around attack5, the FSS Jokoy and Jose Rizal braced for impact. Several instances lobtailed them using their rudders and stern planes, causing moderate damage. The destroyers deployed depth charges as a response, causing two SCP-5730 instances to surface. SCP-5730-1 instances could be seen manning deck guns atop them while displaying moderate panic. One instance then emerged and crashed into the Jokoy, while other instances mounted surface attacks. The Foundation destroyers then adopted zig-zagging patterns and formations until they managed to separate and capture five instances. Investigation of the captive instances' interiors has shown several notable modifications, listed below: Thaumaturgically-enhanced metal plating has been installed on all instances, allowing them to endure pressures of around 225 atmospheres6. The plating appears to be based on methods seen in GRU-P and occultist Russian documents. The engines and nuclear reactors have been extensively modified. Their cargo holds' interiors are larger than what their exteriors would suggest. Maps detailing unknown oceanic regions7 have been found alongside old PepsiCo posters. Heavily degraded photographs depicting unidentified individuals. The phrase 'Ang Buhay Natin Dati'8 is inscribed on them. In-Depth Report 2005-03 FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE IR-017 12/01/2005 Regarding SCP-5730-1 - Background Check It has been determined that SCP-5730-1 instances closely resemble a 51-year-old individual named Baler 'Balyena' Suarez, a former PepsiCo employee who served as first officer aboard SCP-5730-A9. Records on his status conflicted as March started. Medical records state that he was rushed to the Manila Doctors Hospital due to liver cirrhosis. However, on March 5, he was spotted wearing his old uniform in Subic Bay10, where PepsiCo headquartered its anomalous seafaring operations. Videocassette tapes have been recovered from his home and transcribed. Three tapes are provided below. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE TR-01 11/25/2005 Tape 5730-031 Suarez sets up the recorder. His eyes are mildly swollen, and he yawns for several seconds. He then sits on the sofa, unsteadily gripping several documents. Suarez: Takemiko… Job-hunting failed again this time. The guys at Intermodal did not want to accept an old and limping man. (Faintly chuckles.) Well, who would anyway? He then rubs his badly burned face and stretches his limping leg.11. I don't know if I… uh - (Silence for five seconds.) Sorry for the poor memory. But you see, the physical qualifications screwed me up a lot. In any case, it looks like I won't be on the seas again. Ahh, it's really difficult nowadays. Suarez coughs for several seconds, and rubs his head. He stands up and turns on the television. He then sits for 12 minutes, switching between several channels. He lingers on those that show basketball and an oceanographic documentary. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE TR-01 11/25/2005 Tape 5730-049 Suarez grabs several tapes from a box, and loads them into a VHS player. Suarez: It's Day 20 now Takemiko… I'm planning something different today, kind of like, uh, a reaction video. I think that I'm the first one to do this sort of thing. Ah, wait, you and Bogda often did this to record your reactions to wild stuff. We had to smuggle these tapes out of the subs back then. (Chuckles.) Suarez plays several tapes. The first depicted Suarez, several other employees, and members of an unidentified group as they rode on several dolphins and whales that carried PepsiCo products. The second showed him manning a control component of SCP-5730-A, with his captain ordering escape maneuvers. The third showed his crew drinking in an unidentified tavern, although the tape abruptly cut when he put his foot on the table after being dared. Rubbing his calloused fingers and right leg, he grins while watching these tapes. Suarez: Can't believe I used to be so… wild. Without those guys, without Pepsi… I'd still be some deadbeat. Y'know, a life of adventure really was the thing for me, Takemiko… Though… a life full of adventure is something that needs to just roll on. I wish that was the case for me. Suarez chuckles and turns off the television. He then falls asleep on the sofa. For several minutes, only a faint, clinking sound could be heard. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE TR-01 12/01/2005 Tape 5730-075 Suarez is dressed in his old PepsiCo uniform and gear. He is slightly grinning and was chanting before he spoke. Suarez: Takemiko… this is my last film roll here before I move on. (Chuckles.) In any case, don't look for me, and don't worry about me harming something; that won't happen unless I get cornered. To PepsiCo, I'll be taking some of the old whales - after all, they're gonna be scrapped, Quite a waste, if you ask me. Teka, I forgot something. Sighing, Suarez then packs an unidentified jar into his backpack. Suarez: Ya know, you, Commander Klassner and the others often had a lot of fun examining artifacts before submitting them to Pepsi. I reckon that procedure for them has changed in this decade, but hey, exploring stuff is still… (Sighs and chuckles.) Suarez clears his throat. Suarez: In any case… Look, I just want to have a whale of a good time again. It's time for this old orca to go back to the sea where he belongs. Update (05/07/2006) Reports of 'ocean blazes' and 'explosive sea bursts' in the West Philippine Sea were received by the Philippine branch of the Foundation, and the FSS Marcelo Del Pilar was dispatched. On arrival, the Del Pilar found the remains of three SCP-5730 instances. It also recovered 35 kg of wooden and leather parts12 and a tentacular mass weighing 32 kg. Tattered PepsiCo flags, with the words 'King of the Sea Once More' inked on them, were found inside the instances. Footnotes 1. Such as the Philippines, Japan, Singapore, and the Polynesian island nations. 2. They travel at a speed of 95 km/hr, or nearly double the average of 56 km/hr. 3. As seen in its track record. These led to a new Liability Policy, which discusses protocol for laying off personnel. 4. An island in the West Philippine Sea. 5. This involves the submarine approaching the target's front at maximum speeds. 6. Seawolf submarines today can survive up to 100 atmospheres. 7. Accompanied by notes marking the apparent preferences of their inhabitants. 8. 'Our Lives Back Then' in Tagalog 9. As part of PepsiCo training, Suarez was instructed in thaumaturgic chants and techniques. 10. 22 kilometers away from the hospital. 11. Caused by an altercation involving SCP-5730 and one of PepsiCo's former anomalous partners. He was honorably discharged afterwards. 12. Usually found in medieval sailing ships. |
SCP-5731 | safe | Item #: SCP-5731 SCP-5731 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5731 is kept in Containment Locker 56 at Site-64 when not being tested. Request to gain access to the item is to be submitted to Dr. Green. Description: SCP-5731 is a square music box which is 6 cm in length, 5 cm in width, and 3 cm in height. Its top is made from clear plastic, allowing the interior to be viewed. When its anomaly is not in effect, it plays a rendition of “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” when cranked. When in the vicinity of a non-sapient biological entity, its anomalous effect is triggered. If cranked nearby one of these entities, SCP-5731 will instead play English human speech. This is believed to be the broadcasting or “translation” of the non-sapient entity’s thoughts. The voice from the music box is always that of a young female, despite the sex of the effected entity. Tests discovered wildly varying personalities in the music box between test subjects used. It is not believed the female voice is its own consciousness, rather a projection of the ones surrounding it. Discovery: SCP-5731 was purchased by Researcher Pret’s wife from a yard sale at some point during the summer of 2013. Researcher Pret was not aware of SCP-5731’s effects until 8/17/2018 when his daughter wound it in proximity to the family cat, which triggered SCP-5731’s effects. Researcher Pret surrendered the object to the Foundation for testing. Testing: + Tests - Access granted Testing is currently overseen by Dr. Green. She is to be contacted for further testing logs. Test Subject Result #1 Researcher Pret's cat "Missy" SCP-5731 complained of being "too cold". A blanket was provided to the cat, and the complaints ceased. #4 D-8113 SCP-5731 played "Zip-a-Dee-Do-Dah." #13 SCP-███ SCP-5731 played "Zip-a-Dee-Do-Dah." SCP-5731 has not had any other results for any sapient entity, anomalous or not. #24 Dr. Reed's dog "Duke" SCP-5731 remarked how "funny this place smells". #39 A raccoon retrieved from the forest surrounding Site 64 SCP-5731 cursed something called the "tall things" repeatedly. #53 A female orangutan "Peaches" See log below #65 SCP-529 SCP-5731 requested cheese. The request was denied. #101 SCP-096 During SCP-096's calm state, SCP-5731 repeated the phrases "so sad" and "ugly, ugly". Permission denied to deliberately trigger SCP-096 for testing purposes. Addendum 07/ 23/2020 : During an unrelated termination attempt, 096 was triggered and its thoughts transcribed through SCP-5731. It recited complicated equations of aerodynamics and physics. These are thought to be SCP-096 'calculating' how best to reach its target. #106 SCP-2845 The music box played "Zip-a-Dee-Do-Dah", suggesting that SCP-2845 is sapient and has not been able or willing to speak to date. + Log for Test #53 - Access granted Test Log Testing run by Dr. Green on 12/02/2018 Subject: “Peaches” A female orangutan who displayed a high comprehension of human language. <Begin log> 0:00 Dr. Green cranks SCP-5731 0:01 - SCP-5731: Hm? What’s that you’ve got? 0:03 Peaches signals “What’s that?” with her hands. 0:04 Peaches’ caretaker signs “Music”. 0:12 - SCP-5731: I think I’ve seen one of those before. Something, something like it. Something different from it though. That music isn’t right. 0:25 - SCP-5731: Hey! That sounds like you. It isn’t playing music. Is it talking to you? 0:31 - SCP-5731: What’s it saying? That thing isn’t like you or me. I don’t think I like it very much. 1:02 Peaches signs “Afraid”. 1:05 - SCP-5731: I know some of those words the music is telling me. It’s… it’s saying words that are in my head. That’s not right. No, no. I hate it. Ouch, my head hurts. 1:23 Peaches growls and signs “Afraid” again. 1:27 Peaches’ caretaker signs “Safe” to attempt to calm her. 1:51 - SCP-5731: You humans have to get rid of that thing. You don’t like it all that much either, right? Look at you! This whole time you’ve been sitting around with fear in your faces. 2:14 Peaches’ caretaker signs “Safe” again. 2:16 - SCP-5731: Safe? I think you’re lying. I wish I understood what's going on. I know that thing you’re holding is… unnatural. Normally being with humans is so much fun, but not today, not today. Do you hear the words I’m thinking? Well, listen to these words: Put that thing back in the place you found it! <End log> Addendum 07/04/2020 On 6/21/2020, an unauthorized number contacted Dr. Pines. The person possessed knowledge of SCP-5731 that she was not cleared to have. + File - Access granted Texting between Judy T████ and Dr. Pines This is the conversation Dr. Pines had with the unknown number. Following this, the number was tracked and found to belong to Judy T████.1 The Foundation retrieved her for questioning. + Interview 06/022/2020 - Access granted Interview 06/22/2020 Interviewed: Judy T████ <Begin interview log> Interviewer: Good evening, Judy. I have a couple of questions for you. Judy T████: About the music box, I bet. Interviewer: Yes, of course. How did it come into your possession? Judy: If I answer the questions you’ll give it back to me, right? Interviewer: Certainly. Judy: Alright, I got it as a gift when I was little. From my aunt. Interviewer: Do you know where she got it? Judy: No. Interviewer: What’s her name? Judy: What, are you gonna go after her family too? I already know you’re mad enough at me for knowing about… all this… the weird stuff out there. Interviewer: Tell us her name, please. Judy: Ugh, it’s █████ ██████. But don’t bother. She’s been dead for 6 years now. Interviewer: Thank you. How did you find out about “all this”? Judy: Well, it started with the music box. One thing kinda led to another and… I guess I just never stopped believing in magic as a kid, you know? Interviewer: And about the Foundation? Judy: Came across it in my search for the music box. Interviewer: Could you elaborate? Judy: How do I elaborate? I don’t remember exactly when I found out about it. At that point I’d already known about the supernatural stuff for years, so a place that collects that stuff ain’t so hard to imagine. And I figured a place that collects magic stuff might have ‘collected’ something that was mine. Interviewer: Hm, what was your aunt like, then? Do you know if she was aware of the anomalous? Judy: She definitely knew what the music box could do. That’s why she gave it to me. My best friend even back then was Sparky, and I really wanted nothing more than to talk to him. I don’t know what else she knew about anomalies. What, do you think she was a witch? Interviewer: Ha, well that’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility. How exactly did you lose the music box? Judy: I didn’t lose it. It got sold at a yard sale. I like to think that it accidentally got swept up with the other things that were getting sold, but my mom may have just gotten rid of it on purpose. Interviewer: Your mother was aware of it, then? Judy: Yeah. She didn’t like the music box or my aunt. She wasn’t real fond of magic, and she always said that I needed to make actual friends, cause a dog wasn’t good enough or something. [ Judy laughs ] Interviewer: I see. Do you have any more information? Judy: Nah. Can I have the music box back now? Interviewer: I’ll see what I can do. Judy: Hey now, you just said ‘certainly’ at the beginning of our chat, and now it’s ‘I’ll see what I can do’? Interviewer: I will try my be- Judy: No! No, that’s not good enough. Judy stands up from her seat. Judy: Swear to me you’ll get it back. Interviewer: I d- Judy: Do it! Please… [ Judy's voice falters ] Interviewer: Please remain calm, Judy. Judy: That thing is mine, and I’m running out of time. Swear you’ll give it back. Interviewer: Fine then, I swear! Please Judy, sit back down. Judy sits and breathes deeply. Judy: Stand by your word, or I’ll be back on your doorstep tomorrow- I swear to that. <End Interview Log> Closing statement: Judy T████ provided no further useful information. She received amnestics to remove all memory of SCP-5731 and the Foundation, and was released from Foundation custody. Why didn't they let her say goodbye? What is one person on the outside knowing about us? No no, amnestize everything away. She remembers nothing about her best friend. To her, he was nothing but a dog. Why? Because we're the Foundation, and we're cold. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5732 | neutralized | Raddagher More by this author | Find Us Alive Hub Item #: SCP-5732 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5732 was cremated on 29/4/2016. Dr. Miller was granted permission to keep the remains as they exhibited no anomalous properties. View archived containment procedures Hide archived containment procedures SCP-5732 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell and provided with standard furnishings and entertainment. Any water provided for drinking, bathing, or any other purpose must be distilled and any receptacle, including those used for bathing, thoroughly cleaned and sanitized before use. SCP-5732 is to be supplied its prescribed regimen of medication daily. New prescriptions can be approved by Dr. Miller. Description: SCP-5732 was a female humanoid, aged 20 years. Any water that came into direct physical contact with it was instantly purged of any and all impurities. When SCP-5732 became submerged in any large bodies of water, roughly 1500 liters could be purified before the effect overtaxed the subject and rendered it unconscious. SCP-5732’s anomalous ability seemed to be in direct conflict with its immune system and organs, with uses of the ability correlating to increased immunodeficiency and organ dysfunction. Distilled water was used to limit damage to SCP-5732’s body caused by its anomaly. SCP-5732 was discovered on 14/3/2015 after it was hospitalized following an incident at a friend’s swimming pool, in which SCP-5732 jumped into the water and immediately lost consciousness. Dr. █████████ of the Foundation was working at the hospital, leading to a quick extraction of the anomaly and the cover story that it passed away during emergency surgery. Amnesticization of present family and friends was not required. Interview with Dr. Miller Date: 21 March 2015 [Begin Log] Dr. Miller: Good morning, SCP-5732. [SCP-5732 doesn’t respond] Dr. Miller: I imagine you’re probably feeling a lot right now. But I need you to work with me and answer some questions. Can you do that? SCP-5732: Yeah. Dr. Miller: The incident that landed you in the hospital, it sounded intense. I’d like to know how you’re feeling, physically. We would like to make sure we aren’t missing anything about your condition. SCP-5732: I feel fine. Sick when I drink water, though. And I got really lightheaded when they let me take a shower. Dr. Miller: And this only happens when you come into contact with water? SCP-5732: It hasn’t happened any other time. Dr. Miller: Good. That means our researchers are on the right track with figuring out how to help you. SCP-5732: You’ve got a weird way of helping. [Neither speak for several seconds] Dr. Miller: You miss your family. SCP-5732: You couldn’t have given me a chance to say goodbye? Dr. Miller: Think of it this way. They think you’re dead. If you actually died in that pool, would you have been able to say goodbye? SCP-5732: …no. Dr. Miller: Goodbyes are a luxury. Most people don’t get them. SCP-5732: Have you? Dr. Miller: Sorry? SCP-5732: Have you ever- not gotten one… uh, have you ever lost somebody, I mean? Dr. Miller: Yes. SCP-5732: …sorry I asked. Dr. Miller: It’s alright. SCP-5732: So what do I do now? I can’t leave, I can’t see anyone, what do I do? Dr. Miller: We’ll start testing your ability in the next few days. We need to see the limits of what you can do so we can mitigate your condition properly. SCP-5732: But what about outside of testing? What do I do? Dr. Miller: Humanoid anomalies like you get access to a rotating schedule of entertainment sources. We have items you can check out, books, video games, movies- SCP-5732: Like the two copies of Spiderman 2 they left me? I just sit around and watch those by myself? Dr. Miller: They only left you two copies of the same movie? SCP-5732: No. I also have Oz: The Great And Powerful. But I would rather watch Spiderman 2 twice. Dr. Miller: Come on. Franco isn’t that bad. SCP-5732: Do you hear yourself? Dr. Miller: I like you. You have a good attitude. SCP-5732: Well yeah, I don’t have anything else, do I? [SCP-5732 is silent for a moment, before beginning to cry] [Dr. Miller removes a piece of paper from his pocket and sets it on the table] Dr. Miller: I’m ending this interview, SCP-5732. For security purposes we can’t allow anomalies to talk with one another, but you can request means of socialization with a certified staff member from this list. We’ve found it helps with mental stability. SCP-5732: Do you think I’m mentally unstable? Dr. Miller: No. But you’re in a very difficult position and you might find yourself needing someone to talk to. SCP-5732: You’re on this list. Dr. Miller: I’m certified for the job. [SCP-5732 doesn’t respond, but takes the paper] [End Log] Addendum: The following requests were made following the release of SCP-5732’s preliminary medical examination results. Item Request Status Low-severity pain medication1 Approved One electric blanket, twin sized Approved Cell phone modified for communication with certified staff members Approved Relocation to above-ground dormitory with window Denied Interview with Dr. Miller Date: 27 March 2015 [Begin Log] SCP-5732: (Using an approximation of a Brooklyn accent) Give it to me straight, doc. Am I dying for real this time? [Dr. Miller laughs briefly, but quickly sobers] Dr. Miller: Haha, uh… yeah. SCP-5732: Oh. Shit, huh. Dr. Miller: You don’t seem terribly surprised. SCP-5732: I’m… not? I feel really bad all the time, Dr. Miller. It’s like getting the flu every time I drink something. Sorta just seems like the logical conclusion. Dr. Miller: I’m sorry. [Neither speak for a moment] Dr. Miller: I’m going to speak with the medical staff about putting you on medication to manage your pain. Is there anything else I can do? SCP-5732: I wanna meet James Franco. Dr. Miller: You want to meet- no. I can’t do that. [Dr. Miller pauses] Dr. Miller: Franco? That’s the first person that came to your head? SCP-5732: I was joking. Dr. Miller: You know, you can switch out which movies you have. SCP-5732: Oh, I know. I’m keeping the Spidermans. Dr. Miller: You’re taking this remarkably well. SCP-5732: Taking it badly wouldn’t make me any less… dying. Dr. Miller: Good point. SCP-5732: …but I am gonna cry after this. Probably. I’m just going to wait until you’re not here like I always do. Dr. Miller: I understand. It’s a lot to process. SCP-5732: How long do I have? Dr. Miller: The estimate is about fifteen months. SCP-5732: Oh. That’s not so bad. Plenty of time. Dr. Miller: Plenty of time. You’re certainly a brave one. SCP-5732: Everybody’s dying. What else can I do in here but wait? Dr. Miller: Well, let’s see if we can do something about the waiting. [End Log] Addendum 2: Accommodations requested by Dr. Miller. Item Request Status Sleep aid2 Approved One Playstation 3 game console Approved One digital projector Denied Escorted excursion to local hiking path Approved Approval rescinded following containment breach of another anomaly Interview with Dr. Miller Date: 3 May 2015 [Begin Log] Dr. Miller: I’m real sorry, kid. SCP-5732: It’s fine. It was a longshot. Worth a try. Dr. Miller: They did approve us, though. We just might have to wait longer. SCP-5732: I don’t have longer to wait. And it’s okay! It wouldn’t have been the same with all those guards hovering around. Dr. Miller: They’re not so bad. SCP-5732: Every single one I’ve met has been a total hardass. Dr. Miller: It’s just their job. SCP-5732: Did you get the projector, though? Dr. Miller: No. SCP-5732: What? Why not? Dr. Miller: They don’t deem it necessary. [SCP-5732 pretends to cough] SCP-5732: What if I look really sick? Really sick like this? Ohh, I’m dying and I need a projector to watch Spiderman 2 for the 800th time or my dead body will be SUPER anomalous… Dr. Miller: Stop. [A pause. Neither speaks for several seconds.] SCP-5732: Are you going to miss me? Dr. Miller: Of course. SCP-5732: Really though. You must have a million weirdo messed up people exactly like me all over this place. Dr. Miller: Not that many, really. I work with self-neutralizing anomalies. Plenty of anomalies are self-destructive, but usually inanimate objects. Very few are animals, even fewer are humanoid. SCP-5732: Like me? Dr. Miller: Like you. SCP-5732: How many others have there been? Humanoids? Dr. Miller: You’re the fifth. SCP-5732: Do you miss them all? Dr. Miller: I miss them all. SCP-5732: You big sap. Dr. Miller: Absolutely correct. SCP-5732: Why do you keep doing it? Doesn’t it suck? Dr. Miller: If you could have anything, if you could be guaranteed to have ANYTHING before you go, what would it be? SCP-5732: …I don’t want to be alone. Dr. Miller: That’s why. [Dr. Miller sighs] Dr. Miller: And besides, a little time is better than none at all, right? I got to be there to help make some good experiences before they went. SCP-5732: But realistically, how much can you actually DO here? They don’t even let us go outside. Dr. Miller: Eh, checking things off boxes isn’t always what makes the time worthwhile. [End Log] Addendum 3: Additional accommodation requests by Dr. Miller. Item Request Status Weak opioid, anticonvulsant for neuropathic pain3 Approved One digital projector Denied Escorted excursion to ██████ Camp Ground Denied Temporary relocation to Site-███, Italy Denied Two warm-tone light-activated night lights Approved One electric wheelchair Pending Open text logs September 2015 Close text logs its not the same on tv I know. I’m seeing what our other options are. its not even that expensive It’s not about expense. It’s complicated. where are we on franco You’re not going to meet James Franco. miller i need the franco i need the jimmy f miller I’ll talk to my boss, maybe she can pull Jimmy F for you. im kidding god ur so fking old I’m 49. yeah ur ancient lol I’ll work on the projector for you. What movies do you want to see? drone footage of ur backyard I do not have a backyard. ok but seriously maybe some of those animal documentaries?? i never got to go to the zoo always planned to tho Animals on the big screen. Got it. thnks Close text logs Open text logs October 2015 Close text logs ow Are you okay? yes but ow Do you want me to come in? u know the only one who can save me Don’t say James Franco. tobey maguire I’m going back to bed. hey want to see this god awful drawing i made i drew tobey and it suxxxxx want to see r u asleep already loser Close text logs Open text logs November 2015 Close text logs French toast sticks in the cafeteria GET ME SOME HOLY SHIT I’ll bring you some. They’ll be cold though. BRING ME THE STICKS MILLER Close text logs Open text logs January 2016 Close text logs hey can you come in Yes. What’s going on? im fine i mean like im sad freaking out a little cuz im by myself in here u know how it is lol I’m on my way. How are you feeling? fine hurry tho Close text logs Open text logs February 2016 Close text logs [IMG_20160213_6154873462.jpg] Dr. Shepard’s betta just ate its own poop. mood Mood? ihop senior discount moment Close text logs Open text logs March 2016 Close text logs hey can i ask u something Of course. do u have a family There are people here I consider family. But I had my daughter, and my wife before she left. where’s ur daughter do they not let u see her?? She passed away when she was 9. My wife left shortly after. im so sorry Close text logs Addendum 4: Additional accommodation requests by Dr. Miller following revision of SCP-5732’s medication regimen. Item Request Status Anticonvulsant alteration4 Approved Appetite stimulant5 Approved Additional pain medication6 Approved One electric wheelchair Approved Use of a Foundation staff member’s personal Virtual Reality console Pending Audio recording of social visit with Dr. Miller Date: 27 April 2016 [Begin Log] Dr. Miller: How are you feeling? SCP-5732: Oh. You know. Dr. Miller: Yeah. I know. Guess what I brought you? SCP-5732: No way, is that an Oculus? Dr. Miller: I… don’t know. I bought the one that looked good. SCP-5732: You bought it? Dr. Miller: Yeah, why not? They don’t cost that much these days. Have you ever used one? SCP-5732: No. Dr. Miller: It’s pretty cool. There’s an ocean simulator that I think you’ll really like. Want to get it set up tonight? SCP-5732: Actually, I’m not really feeling up to it tonight. Tomorrow though! Dr. Miller: Sounds like a plan. We can get some more of that bucket list stuff crossed off. SCP-5732: Wanna see those animals. Dr. Miller: We can see as many as you want. SCP-5732: Wanna see the Franco in 4k. Dr. Miller: THAT I’m not sure about. SCP-5732: Thank you, though. Really. I’m so excited to make you watch me watch some CGI animals. Dr. Miller: I’m glad I get to be included. [End Log] Just got some insider information. what It’s classified, top secret tell me or else French toast sticks tomorrow morning. f yeah vr and movies and french toast sticks Absolutely. see u tomorrow Goodnight Rory. hey can i tell u something its not like urgent or anything i just really want to tell you hey ur asleep arent u w/e ill tell u tomorrow gnight Thurs 11:13 PM SMS Note: SCP-5732 died in its sleep on 28/4/2016. Dr. Miller was permitted to keep the remains after cremation, as well as two DVDs from the Foundation’s entertainment library. Footnotes 1. naproxen and ibuprofen as needed 2. 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SCP-5733 | safe | close Info X Check out more of my articles on my author page! 2/5733 LEVEL 2/5733 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5733 Safe Art from the front of SCP-5733's slipcase. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5733 is currently contained in Tape Vault A, shelf HS, box #1984 in the recorded media section of the Site-73 Archives.1 Efforts to identify the actors and locations depicted in SCP-5733 are currently ongoing. Stills of the cast are compared weekly to new entrants in the Foundation facial recognition database. A manual effort is underway to investigate contemporary film production sets and compare these to SCP-5733's locations. Testing of SCP-5733 is open to all Foundation employees, pending approval by Lead Researcher, Dr. Carpenter. Details of the proposed testing approach must be submitted for approval in writing at a minimum of 5 working days prior to the desired testing date. Testing will take place in a Site-73 standard multipurpose room, equipped with a videocassette recorder and television. Room location will be confirmed 48 hours prior to scheduled tests. Following Incident 5733-01, all testing has been suspended. See Addendum 2 for further information. Description: SCP-5733 is a VHS tape cassette containing a recording of the horror movie "Return of the Suburb Slasher" which was, according to the cassette's slipcase, produced by "Crystal Elms Productions" in 1983. No other record of the movie, production company, or cast has been found. The movie's plot follows protagonist Heather Campbell2 preparing to host a party at her family residence, located in a suburban cul-de-sac3, whilst her parents are away. The date of the party coincides with the 10-year anniversary of a spree killing at the same cul-de-sac - Heather only becomes aware of this later on in the film. The killings were committed by an unknown assailant, dubbed the "Suburb Slasher" by locals and media in the aftermath. During the party, the "Suburb Slasher" (henceforth SCP-5733-1) returns to the cul-de-sac and, in a manner consistent with contemporary horror movie tropes, proceeds to stalk and murder all 5 of the friends Heather has invited over and a police officer who visits the cul-de-sac on a routine drive-by. SCP-5733-1's identity remains a mystery throughout the film - they wear a black burlap sack over their face, and black, loose-fitted overalls, and do not speak at any point of the movie's duration. SCP-5733's anomalous properties manifest at the 97th minute of the cassette's runtime. At the 95th minute, Heather discovers her friends' corpses staged in her living room. SCP-5733-1 appears at the other side of the room, and begins to chase Heather. Heather runs into the house basement, and locks the door behind her. Once secure in the basement, Heather turns to the camera and says a variation of the following speech: "Hey Mister, I don't know you, and I don't know why you've just sat there watching this without doing nothing but please, I'm begging you, help me out here. What can I do to survive this?"4 Following this, the viewer of SCP-5733 can directly converse with Heather, henceforth designated SCP-5733-2, and advise her on how to escape from SCP-5733-1. The course of the movie then depends on the conversations held with SCP-5733-2. SCP-5733-2 will only converse with the viewer on the aforementioned topic. If the viewer ignores SCP-5733-2 or attempts to talk to her concerning topics other than SCP-5733-15, she, in a resigned manner, will walk back up the basement stairs, unlock and open the door. SCP-5733-1 will be waiting directly outside the door. The film will then cut to black and SCP-5733 ejects itself from the machine on which it is being played. When the tape of SCP-5733 is examined, it has a runtime of 97 minutes, ending with SCP-5733-2 locking herself in the basement, but before she speaks to the viewer. Viewers of SCP-5733 often develop self-destructive and obsessive behavioural tendencies. This effect is not believed to be anomalous. Despite extensive testing, SCP-5733-2 has yet to escape from SCP-5733-1. SCP-5733-1 often seems to display advanced knowledge of the viewer's recommendations and advised course of action, and uses this to pre-emptively sabotage escape attempts. Testing Log Testing Log All below testing was overseen and arranged by Lead Researcher Dario A. Carpenter. Test 001 Subject: D-1973 Advice: D-1973 asks SCP-5733-2 if she has a car, she responds in the affirmative. D-1973 follows this by telling SCP-5733-2 to sneak back upstairs, find the keys to the car, exit by the back door, and drive "as far away from here as possible". Outcome: SCP-5733-2 successfully manages to obtain the car keys and leave the residence without encountering SCP-5733-1. However, when she reaches her car she finds the tires have been slashed, and begins to panic. D-1973 urges SCP-5733-2 to smash the window of her neighbour's cars and unlock the door. After some convincing, SCP-5733-2 does so, and D-1973 proceeds to talk her through the process of hot-wiring a car. The car successfully started, SCP-5733-2 laughs and begins to drive away. As she pulls out of the cul-de-sac, SCP-5733-1 leans up from where it has hid on the backseat of the car. SCP-5733-1 brandishes a kitchen knife. SCP-5733-2 screams. The tape cuts to black. Test 002 Subject: D-1944 Advice: D-1944 tells SCP-5733-2 to retrieve her father's shotgun, which is shown at the 25 minute mark of SCP-5733, and use this to eliminate SCP-5733-1. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 sneaks up to her parent's bedroom and retrieves the gun. At that point, the camera reveals SCP-5733-1 stood in the bedroom doorway. SCP-5733-2 aims the gun and pulls the trigger, yet nothing happens as the gun is not loaded. SCP-5733-1 holds up his right hand, and opens his palm - the shotgun's shells fall out. SCP-5733-1 brandishes a kitchen knife and approaches SCP-5733-2. SCP-5733-2 screams. The tape cuts to black. Test 003 Subject: D-1958 Advice: D-1958 tells SCP-5733-2 that resistance against SCP-5733-1 is useless, and that she should use a pair of garden shears in the basement to commit suicide. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 responds that this is not an option, and begins to sob. After 10 minutes, SCP-5733-2 stands up from the floor, walks up the basement stairs, and opens the door. SCP-5733-1 is stood outside waiting. The tape cuts to black. Test 011 Subject: Assistant Researcher Felissa Baker6 Advice: After a conversation with SCP-5733-2 on her state of mind and skills, Dr. Baker believed her best course of action will be to obtain assistance from others. Dr. Baker recommended SCP-5733-2 go from house to house in the cul-de-sac in an attempt to find neighbours who could aid her. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 left the basement and house without incident, and went to the residence of Mr. Loomis, her next door neighbour. Upon arrival, she found the door ajar and lights off. Creeping through the house, SCP-5733-2 discovers Mr. Loomis and a figure she believes to be his wife apparently sleeping in bed. On attempting to wake him, SCP-5733-2 discovers that he is dead, with his throat slit. The figure in bed next to him gets up, and upon pulling back the covers is revealed to be SCP-5733-1. SCP-5733-2 screams. The tape cuts to black. Test 015 Subject: Assistant Researcher Nick Englund-Daskewisz Advice: Dr. Englund-Daskewisz explains to SCP-5733-2 that he works for an organisation which may be able to help her, and that she should try to call for help from the house phone. He gives SCP-5733-2 a covert Foundation phone number in operation in the year 1983. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 emerges from the basement, and makes her way to the kitchen, where the landline telephone is located. Upon reaching it, SCP-5733-2 finds that the phone has been destroyed, and a note, written in what appears to be blood, has been impaled into the wreckage with a kitchen knife. SCP-5733-2 reads the note aloud and shows it to the camera, asking Dr. Englund-Daskewisz what it means. It reads, "The only Foundation here is FEAR". Before he can answer, he alerts SCP-5733-2 to the presence of SCP-5733-1, who has appeared behind her. SCP-5733-1 brandishes another kitchen knife. SCP-5733-2 screams. The tape cuts to black. Test 017 Subject: Field Agents Malcolm Pleasance and Donald McDowell Advice: The field agents were selected for the test due to their knowledge of hand-to-hand combat techniques. They advise SCP-5733-2 to search the basement for supplies, to see how long she can remain there. Once it has been established that a small amount of food and water are available, the agents begin to teach SCP-5733-2 fighting techniques. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 is able to remain in the basement for a period of 112 hours before running out of supplies.7 During this time, Pleasance and McDowell have delivered content equivalent to a basic introductory combat course. The agents have delivered this training in shifts, and when SCP-5733-2 has slept, one agent has stayed awake to keep watch for SCP-5733-1. SCP-5733-2 emerges from the basement, and makes her way to the house's front door, where she is confronted by SCP-5733-1. The two engage in hand-to-hand combat over a period of 23 minutes, as they fight throughout the house. SCP-5733-2 is able to deploy the techniques taught to her by both agents, and, at the conclusion of the fight, knocks SCP-5733-1 to the floor. SCP-5733-2 picks up a candlestick from the dining room table, and prepares to attack SCP-5733-1 - both her and the agents celebrate. As she raises the candlestick above her head, the camera pans to reveal a second SCP-5733-1 instance creeping up from behind her. The instance leaps at her, and the tape cuts to black momentarily before contact is made.8 Test 028 Subject: Field Agent Tilda-Joan Bennett Advice: Agent Bennett was chosen for testing due to her advanced knowledge of thaumaturgy. Agent Bennett instructs SCP-5733-2 on how to use rudimentary thaumaturgy for offensive and defensive purposes. After several hours, SCP-5733-2 is able to sign basic protective glyphs and perform low-level phonological elemental spells. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 makes it to their front lawn before encountering SCP-5733-1, who brandishes a kitchen knife and walks towards her. On Agent Bennett's advice, SCP-5733-2 signs a protective glyph. SCP-5733-1 attacks SCP-5733-2 but the knife bounces off her, and away from SCP-5733-1, due to the thaumaturgical protection. SCP-5733-2 counters with a wind spell which pushes SCP-5733-1 away from her. SCP-5733-2 takes advantage of this opportunity, and begins to run down her driveway. SCP-5733-1 gives chase, and displays previously unseen thaumaturgical skills by casting a freeze spell on SCP-5733-2, locking her in place. SCP-5733-1 casts a summoning spell, drawing the kitchen knife back into his hand. SCP-5733-2 tries to scream but cannot. The tape cuts to black. Incident 5733-01 Incident 5733-01 Foreword: Following a review of all previous testing, SCP-5733's Lead Researcher, Dr. Carpenter, devised the following test, with himself as the subject. In preparation of the test, Dr. Carpenter had his team prepare possible options through which SCP-5733-2 may be able to escape from SCP-5733-1. Options were divided into the following categories: What to take from the basement. Where to go upon emerging from the basement. How to exit the house. How to exit the cul-de-sac. Each of the above categories was to contain at least 20 options, and, under no circumstances, was Dr. Carpenter to be consulted on, or informed of, what these options would be. On the day of the test, these options were printed out and placed into plastic bowls correlating to the above categories. In addition to this, 3 cards reading "FACE", "BODY", and "LEGS" were created. On the day of the test, Dr. Carpenter began watching SCP-5733. At the 95th minute, 2 minutes before anomalous properties manifest, research assistants placed the 4 bowls in front of him, and the 3 cards, face down. The Final Test Subject: Dario Carpenter Advice: Dr. Carpenter informed SCP-5733-2 that he would be selecting instructions for her at random, and that it was imperative she followed them to the letter. Advice - What to take from the basement: With eyes diverted, Dr. Carpenter placed his hand into the first bowl and selected an option. He informed SCP-5733-2 to arm herself with the pair of garden shears present in the basement and begin climbing the stairs to the exit. Outcome: With no objections, SCP-5733-2 armed herself and began to climb. Advice - Where to go upon emerging from the basement: Dr. Carpenter selected an option from the second bowl, and informed SCP-5733-2 she was to go to her upstairs bedroom, then come back down to the dining room. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 followed the instructions given. There is no sight of SCP-5733-1 at this point of the test. Advice - How to exit the house: Dr. Carpenter selected an option from the third bowl. He told SCP-5733-2 to sprint back upstairs and into her parents' bedroom, where she was to climb out the window, onto the roof, and then drop down into the garden. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 followed the instructions given. There is still no sight of SCP-5733-1 at this point of the test. Advice - How to exit the cul-de-sac: Dr. Carpenter selected an option from the fourth bowl. He informs SCP-5733-2 that she is to jump over the fence into her neighbour's garden, make her way to the front of the property, and run down the street until she finds help. Outcome: SCP-5733-2 follows the instructions given, and makes it to the road out of the cul-de-sac, which she proceeds to run down. The camera pans, and SCP-5733-1 can be seen bursting out of the door of SCP-5733-2's residence. SCP-5733-2 continues to flee, and SCP-5733-1 does not give chase. SCP-5733-2 begins to celebrate, and is asked by Dr. Carpenter how far away the nearest police station is. SCP-5733-2 responds that she does not know, but that, together, they'll find it. The road out of the cul-de-sac is uninhabited. The roads are lined by trees and the occasional streetlight. SCP-5733-2 continues running for a period of 20 minutes, before she slows down to catch her breath. By this point, the trees have begun to grow scarce, yet only darkness can be seen beyond them. SCP-5733-2 walks for another 5 minutes. The trees once lining the road have disappeared. Either side of the road is flanked by a pitch-black darkness. Dr. Carpenter asks SCP-5733-2 if she can see anything on the roadside. She responds in the negative. Dr. Carpenter goes on to instruct SCP-5733-2 to take off a bracelet she is wearing, and throw it off the road. As soon as the bracelet passes over the boundary between the road and darkness, it vanishes and cannot be seen. SCP-5733-2 asks Dr. Carpenter what she should do next. Dr. Carpenter responds that she should keep walking. An hour passes, with the road remaining straight, there have been no other signs of life. Trees once again begin to populate the boundary of the road, growing in density the more time goes by. SCP-5733-2 comments that she can see lights and houses up ahead, and begins to speed up. As she approaches the houses, SCP-5733-2 begins to run and shout for help. When she arrives, she recognises the location. She has arrived back at the cul-de-sac where she lives. Panicked, SCP-5733-2 asks Dr. Carpenter what is happening. Before he has a chance to respond, SCP-5733-1 begins to approach SCP-5733-2, brandishing a kitchen knife. Dr. Carpenter moves to the three cards set face down, and picks one at random - "FACE". He yells at SCP-5733-2 to use the shears to attack SCP-5733-1 in the facial region. She dodges its first swing of the knife, and successfully counter-attacks. The burlap sack covering SCP-5733-1's face rips. Dr. Carpenter turns over a second card, and shouts instructions to attack SCP-5733-1's legs. SCP-5733-2 does so successfully, crippling SCP-5733-1's movement. Dr. Carpenter goes to reach for the last card. As his fingers touch it, he realises he already knows what it says as the last remaining card - "BODY". He yells at SCP-5733-2 to attack SCP-5733-1's torso, and to attempt to land a critical blow to his heart or other vital organs. SCP-5733-2 does so, but SCP-5733-1 dodges the attack, grabs the shears from her, and pushes her to the ground. The camera tilts up, from SCP-5733-2 on the ground, to SCP-5733-1's face, only partially covered by the now damaged burlap sack. Dr. Carpenter approaches the television screen, staring at SCP-5733-1. With the sack damaged, SCP-5733-1's face can be seen, staring straight at the camera - SCP-5733-1 is a visually identical match to Dr. Carpenter. SCP-5733-2 screams. The tape cuts to black. All testing has been suspended whilst investigations are underway into whether use of SCP-5733 by Foundation staff constitutes a data leak. A review of past test subjects' current and historic assignments is underway. UPDATE: Another tape has been found. Footnotes 1. The tape vault is a controlled environment designed to mitigate data degradation arising from temperature and humidity. 2. Portrayed by Alice Strode according to the film's opening credits. 3. A road closed at one end, resulting in only a singular inlet/outlet. 4. Variations include addressing the viewer(s) as "Miss", "Ma'am", "All of you" in lieu of "Mister", and, in lieu of "sat there", "stood there" or "lying there". 5. Including SCP-5733 and her anomalous nature. 6. After no negative effects were observed in D-class subjects, asides from non-anomalous psychological trauma, testing was opened up to general Foundation staff from this test. 7. It should be noted that, according to in-universe clocks, this resulted in SCP-5733-2 leaving the basement at 10:00AM. Despite this, light levels upon leaving the basement are more consistent with a time between 11:00PM and 01:00AM. 8. During Test 017, both SCP-5733-1 instances display levels of physical prowess and knowledge of combat techniques not demonstrated in other tests. |
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padding: 2vw; } Item #: SCP-5734 Special Containment Procedures: The thesis paper containing SCP-5734 is in a sealed document storage unit in Site-290's archives. Testing with SCP-5734 is not to be carried out at this time. Description: SCP-5734 is a constructed verb that exists in the English language, with a cognate in German. It means both "to confer upon/bestow/gift" and "to poison/corrupt". SCP-5734 is incapable of being conjugated in any tense or form either in English or German. Attempting to do so results in SCP-5734 'correcting' itself to its neutral, unconjugated form. Furthermore, SCP-5734 cannot exist as a gerund.1 This anomaly affects all forms of SCP-5734, spoken, written and otherwise perceived. Sentences that attempt to conjugate SCP-5734 are virulent lingohazards, classified as SCP-5734-A. When perceived by an individual that knows the meaning of SCP-5734, SCP-5734-A instances cause a breakdown of linguistic and semantic concepts and words associated with the sentence that SCP-5734 appears in. For example, a sentence structured as "I [SCP-5734] the apple to you" results in the deterioration of the concepts of apples, 'you', and 'I', with all three of the concepts being perceived as the same concept. This effect does not extend to individuals not fluent in Germanic languages. SCP-5734 was discovered in the final thesis of POI-5734, ("Dorothy Bradbury"), a student attending ███████ █████ State University in Ohio, United States. The thesis, entitled "The Unverb: How I Broke The English Language", was read by several members of the English department at ██SU resulting in irreversible confounding, distortion and conflation of concepts such as "English", "university", "learning", "thesis", "falcon" and "Canada". Attached to the thesis was an anomalous note written by Bradbury, made up of words and letters cut from copies of the books Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan and Jesus's Son by Denis Johnson, both of which are covered as part of the contemporary literature curriculum at ██SU. And to think I was called poisonous. I came here in good faith, wanting to put behind the past, learn new things, become a proper writer. Instead, I find a bunch of bitter old men and women who couldn't cut it in the world of publishing and now fellate the corpses of Whitman, Brautigan, and god knows how many other hack writers. You are poisoning the minds of your students by teaching them that old, dead white men are the height of literature. I have seen a dozen writers have their dreams crushed under the heel of workshops taught by egotists, seen poets burn their books after being taught none will ever exceed T. S. Eliot. Creativity is killed by the faulty faculty here, and I have centuries of bitterness built up for those who would smother creativity. Well, here is my sayonara to you unpleasable, sad excuses for professors. I [SCP-5734] you this thesis. Oh, and Thilo? I know you and your Canadian friends are going to read this and try to stop me. I know you'll have an antigen for it circulating by the end of the week. I don't care. Let me have this, they deserve it. Your former student, Dorothea. No individual named Dorothy Bradbury matching the description of POI-5734 has been found in Ohio. Attempts to locate her have resulted in Foundation personnel encountering further, though less severe, lingohazards. Since this time, POI-382 (Thilo Zwist) has integrated a countermeasure to SCP-5734 into SCP-5382-C instances. While preventing further SCP-5734 corruption, this has not reversed the effects of SCP-5734 on the affected faculty members. Footnotes 1. A form of verb that is treated as a noun; for example, the word "ending" in the sentence "I didn't like the ending of the novel". « SCP-5379 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5416 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5734" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5734. Licensed under CC-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-5735 | thaumiel | #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; } 5/5735 LEVEL 5/5735 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5735 Thaumiel An SCP-5735 instance. The miniature replica of the Spanish branch's Site-34 has retracted into its carapace. Special Containment Procedures The connection of SCP-5735 instances to the RB-Class Reality Corruption Scenario called the Moneda Event must be fully ascertained to determine their origins and possible motives. Interference with their activities is prohibited. Specialized drones are to be sent to monitor their behavior, particularly as they are partially comprised of replicas of important Foundation Sites in the affected areas. MONEDA EVENT PROCEDURES MONEDA EVENT PROCEDURES Due to the Moneda Event, 89.4 percent of the Americas, particularly South and Central America, have been declared off-limits and unrecoverable. Similarly, Foundation personnel and citizens stationed in affected countries are presumed to be lost. Site-19 and Site-34, which are the major bases of operation in the continents, have been abandoned due to severe reality corruption. The approval of the O5 Council is currently pending for proposals for implementing the Ennui Protocol and the breakdown of the Veil. The approximately 900 million people missing or dead, however, are to be considered by the council and the Ethics Committee for these proposals. Project MONEDA is to be committed to researching the causes of the event, as severe data corruption occurred throughout the world after South America underwent a full black-out. The ontokinetic properties of SCP-5735-1 instances indicate that the Moneda Event was caused by a collective outburst of the Americas to critical levels of economic stress, foreign policies deemed to support neocolonization, and deteriorating quality of life. To undertake research on SCP-5735 instances and the event, 550 Provisional Sites and sea barges have been established at safe areas around the continents. Drones and exploration teams sent to the area must be equipped with Class-A thaumaturgic protections. Individuals living on or accompanying SCP-5735 instances are to be undisturbed, as their Hume readings indicate considerable levels of instability. Description SCP-5735 refers to chelonian entities resembling green sea turtles (Chelonia mydass), whose carapace lengths range from 0.9 m to 500 m.These are the average lengths of the normal green turtle and the radius of a standard Foundation Site.. They notably feature slightly deformed replicas of the Foundation Sites operating before the Moneda Event attached to their shells. Behavioral analysis indicates that SCP-5735 instances do not need sustenance, while they tend to move in tandem with other instances. Unlike green sea turtles, they can travel for indefinitely long periods of time on land, although they will attempt to locate nearby bodies of water for rest and reproduction. Meanwhile, their average age is only one year, unlike most turtles, and if the Site replica on their carapaces becomes too damaged, they cease life functions. They are adept at navigating the heavily cluttered cities and streets of the Americas, which have been filled with skyscrapers composed of trash, business merchandise, bulks of cash, stationeries, and human flesh. As of 2035, there are approximately 15,000 SCP-5735 instances whose carapaces are longer than 200 m. Using their claws, each instance demolishes 12 skyscrapers every day. Via a system of pulleys, cables, and thaumaturgic tubing found in the Site replicas on their back, the instances compact and partially incinerate the resulting debris. Processing each skyscraper can take between 30 minutes to three hours depending on their volume. The outcome of each processed skyscraper is usually fertile land resistant to unstable reality changes. Afterward, the SCP-5735 instances will usually burn the bundles of cash they collected, and bury the ashes in the soil. Upon processing each skyscraper, each SCP-5735 instance will emit the words "SECSO" and "DEGENERO" in the voices of missing or deceased personnel of the Spanish, Portuguese and English branches. Occasionally, a brown hat will manifest on their heads, which would then be absent the next day. Areas with severely unstable Hume levels are rendered sufficiently habitable for Provisional Sites as SCP-5735 instances pass through them. They additionally pacify SCP-5735-1 instances, which are mobile entities that resemble wooden puppets garbed in clothing belonging to blue-collar, and in some cases, white-collar workers. The estimated population of SCP-5735-1 instances is approximately 500 million, 10 percent of which hold signs that state keywords such as "Economic Crisis", "We Want Jobs", "No Somos Esclavos".We are Not Slaves., "Unidade e prosperidade para todos os negócios".Portuguese for "Unity and Prosperity for All Businesses." and "We Are Not Other Countries' Dogs". The longest message found on these signs is "Just Because We were Weakened Does Not - " 20 banners are waived by SCP-5735-1 instances; 15 of them represent the countries of the Americas. Update (01/01/2100) Most of the Americas had been fully cleaned and removed from the anomalous effects of the Moneda Event, and 80 percent of the SCP-5735 instances no longer exhibited activity. However, inhabiting the affected areas is hampered by still existing thaumaturgic residue on the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, causing boats and planes to stop functioning without Class-B thaumaturgic protection. 60 percent of SCP-5735 instances at this point no longer exhibited signs of movement. The rest, however, began to travel towards Mt. Yellowstone at extremely rapid velocities. Once they have convened there, they began to coalesce into SCP-5735-2, a chelonian entity with a 60km-long carapace covered with skyscrapers composed of turtle flesh, Foundation Site tubing, wiring and asphalt debris. Massive gears began to appear near SCP-5735-2. Tubes from these gears then manifested, penetrating the carapace of SCP-5735-2. Thaumaturgic activity indicated the presence of Bright-Xyank Replicators and machines used for the Ganymede Protocol..SCP-2000. At this point, no more drones or exploration teams can approach SCP-5735-2, while Hume levels began to spike throughout the world. A black-out throughout the Americas occurred, to the point of shutting down ocean barges and aquatic Provisional Sites. 16 hours later, satellite data partially confirms the existence of bustling human activity throughout the two continents. The day afterward, Foundation Sites from Australia, Spain and the UK then received the following radio transmission: The turtle (or tortoise?) wins once more for the human race..This message was repeated in Spanish and Portuguese. As of now, an expedition lead by the UK, Spain, and Portugal is being prepared to ascertain the status of the Americas. It is important to note that travel to the continents is severely hampered by high thaumaturgic and Hume levels throughout the oceans surrounding the Americas. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5735" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5735. Licensed under CC-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: turtle.png Author: Pexels License: CC0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/animal-turtle-aquatic-diving-1866808/ |
SCP-5735 | uncontained | #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; } 5/5735 LEVEL 5/5735 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5735 Thaumiel An SCP-5735 instance. The miniature replica of the Spanish branch's Site-34 has retracted into its carapace. Special Containment Procedures The connection of SCP-5735 instances to the RB-Class Reality Corruption Scenario called the Moneda Event must be fully ascertained to determine their origins and possible motives. Interference with their activities is prohibited. Specialized drones are to be sent to monitor their behavior, particularly as they are partially comprised of replicas of important Foundation Sites in the affected areas. MONEDA EVENT PROCEDURES MONEDA EVENT PROCEDURES Due to the Moneda Event, 89.4 percent of the Americas, particularly South and Central America, have been declared off-limits and unrecoverable. Similarly, Foundation personnel and citizens stationed in affected countries are presumed to be lost. Site-19 and Site-34, which are the major bases of operation in the continents, have been abandoned due to severe reality corruption. The approval of the O5 Council is currently pending for proposals for implementing the Ennui Protocol and the breakdown of the Veil. The approximately 900 million people missing or dead, however, are to be considered by the council and the Ethics Committee for these proposals. Project MONEDA is to be committed to researching the causes of the event, as severe data corruption occurred throughout the world after South America underwent a full black-out. The ontokinetic properties of SCP-5735-1 instances indicate that the Moneda Event was caused by a collective outburst of the Americas to critical levels of economic stress, foreign policies deemed to support neocolonization, and deteriorating quality of life. To undertake research on SCP-5735 instances and the event, 550 Provisional Sites and sea barges have been established at safe areas around the continents. Drones and exploration teams sent to the area must be equipped with Class-A thaumaturgic protections. Individuals living on or accompanying SCP-5735 instances are to be undisturbed, as their Hume readings indicate considerable levels of instability. Description SCP-5735 refers to chelonian entities resembling green sea turtles (Chelonia mydass), whose carapace lengths range from 0.9 m to 500 m.These are the average lengths of the normal green turtle and the radius of a standard Foundation Site.. They notably feature slightly deformed replicas of the Foundation Sites operating before the Moneda Event attached to their shells. Behavioral analysis indicates that SCP-5735 instances do not need sustenance, while they tend to move in tandem with other instances. Unlike green sea turtles, they can travel for indefinitely long periods of time on land, although they will attempt to locate nearby bodies of water for rest and reproduction. Meanwhile, their average age is only one year, unlike most turtles, and if the Site replica on their carapaces becomes too damaged, they cease life functions. They are adept at navigating the heavily cluttered cities and streets of the Americas, which have been filled with skyscrapers composed of trash, business merchandise, bulks of cash, stationeries, and human flesh. As of 2035, there are approximately 15,000 SCP-5735 instances whose carapaces are longer than 200 m. Using their claws, each instance demolishes 12 skyscrapers every day. Via a system of pulleys, cables, and thaumaturgic tubing found in the Site replicas on their back, the instances compact and partially incinerate the resulting debris. Processing each skyscraper can take between 30 minutes to three hours depending on their volume. The outcome of each processed skyscraper is usually fertile land resistant to unstable reality changes. Afterward, the SCP-5735 instances will usually burn the bundles of cash they collected, and bury the ashes in the soil. Upon processing each skyscraper, each SCP-5735 instance will emit the words "SECSO" and "DEGENERO" in the voices of missing or deceased personnel of the Spanish, Portuguese and English branches. Occasionally, a brown hat will manifest on their heads, which would then be absent the next day. Areas with severely unstable Hume levels are rendered sufficiently habitable for Provisional Sites as SCP-5735 instances pass through them. They additionally pacify SCP-5735-1 instances, which are mobile entities that resemble wooden puppets garbed in clothing belonging to blue-collar, and in some cases, white-collar workers. The estimated population of SCP-5735-1 instances is approximately 500 million, 10 percent of which hold signs that state keywords such as "Economic Crisis", "We Want Jobs", "No Somos Esclavos".We are Not Slaves., "Unidade e prosperidade para todos os negócios".Portuguese for "Unity and Prosperity for All Businesses." and "We Are Not Other Countries' Dogs". The longest message found on these signs is "Just Because We were Weakened Does Not - " 20 banners are waived by SCP-5735-1 instances; 15 of them represent the countries of the Americas. Update (01/01/2100) Most of the Americas had been fully cleaned and removed from the anomalous effects of the Moneda Event, and 80 percent of the SCP-5735 instances no longer exhibited activity. However, inhabiting the affected areas is hampered by still existing thaumaturgic residue on the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, causing boats and planes to stop functioning without Class-B thaumaturgic protection. 60 percent of SCP-5735 instances at this point no longer exhibited signs of movement. The rest, however, began to travel towards Mt. Yellowstone at extremely rapid velocities. Once they have convened there, they began to coalesce into SCP-5735-2, a chelonian entity with a 60km-long carapace covered with skyscrapers composed of turtle flesh, Foundation Site tubing, wiring and asphalt debris. Massive gears began to appear near SCP-5735-2. Tubes from these gears then manifested, penetrating the carapace of SCP-5735-2. Thaumaturgic activity indicated the presence of Bright-Xyank Replicators and machines used for the Ganymede Protocol..SCP-2000. At this point, no more drones or exploration teams can approach SCP-5735-2, while Hume levels began to spike throughout the world. A black-out throughout the Americas occurred, to the point of shutting down ocean barges and aquatic Provisional Sites. 16 hours later, satellite data partially confirms the existence of bustling human activity throughout the two continents. The day afterward, Foundation Sites from Australia, Spain and the UK then received the following radio transmission: The turtle (or tortoise?) wins once more for the human race..This message was repeated in Spanish and Portuguese. As of now, an expedition lead by the UK, Spain, and Portugal is being prepared to ascertain the status of the Americas. It is important to note that travel to the continents is severely hampered by high thaumaturgic and Hume levels throughout the oceans surrounding the Americas. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5735" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5735. Licensed under CC-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: turtle.png Author: Pexels License: CC0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/animal-turtle-aquatic-diving-1866808/ |
SCP-5736 | pending | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Alert: The selected SCP exists within an area of major armed conflict. Due to ongoing instability, the North African Regional Headquarters has recommended that any anomalous entities currently residing in the following areas be extracted with great speed. Republic of South Sudan Darfur region of Sudan Kordofan region of Sudan Blue Nile State (territory disputed) Active containment of anomalous phenomena and entities of object class Euclid and below is to be halted in the above-mentioned locations. The current situation is fluid. In such a case, where a major anomalous event in the area may cause irreversible damage, contact Site-189, Khartoum, Sudan. — Automated Message, RAISA Africa Item#: 5736 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Site-223 burning after being raided by a local militia. Unknown MTF-squad personnel surveying the damage, circa 1968 Special Containment Procedures: Any SCP personnel that were employed by the Nile Valley Foundation Branch1 from 1955 to 1964 are to be apprehended and sent to the North African SCP Regional Headquarters for interview. Sudan Defense Force (SDF) and Azania Liberation Front2 (ALF) commanders who fought in the Equatoria, Bahr el Ghazal, South Kordofan, and Greater Upper Nile provinces during that time period are to be assessed for previous interactions with the Foundation. If an association is found then the individual is to be amnesticized. Update 9/30/2010: Lack of funding to the Sudanese branch has restricted amnestic usage to situations that present a “break-the-veil” scenario. Thus, individuals are to be released or terminated on a case-by-case basis. There are no rigorous containment procedures for SCP-5736 instances available at this time. If instances are ever secured, immediately contact the Ethiopian branch of the SCP Foundation. If possible, implement standard humanoid containment in the interim. Update 2/15/2002: The North African Regional Headquarters has now instructed that all living SCPs contained within South Sudan are to be transported to the Ethiopian branch following the killing of SCP-SD3 Foundation Director Barnabas Opiyo. The following document was retrieved by MTF Theta-12 during the Malakal pacification and is conjectured to refer to archival containment procedures of SCP-5736. It has been translated from Arabic to English. Unknown Date of Transcription To: Dr. Abdullah Khan, SCPF-Iran My spy, Mr. Raheem, has just come up from Site-171 in Fuhan and relayed to me some disturbing news. The traitorous men seem to be selling off magic wands and spirit staves to rebel militia members! And just a fortnight ago Director Khabz told me that containment had now issues when they lost electricity. Imagine my shock when Mr. Raheem saw Khabz himself loading up staves and skulls onto a truck. Selling is one thing, you know selling between branches and sites has always been allowed within our special relationship. But what stopped my sympathy was what Mr. Raheem saw in the containment wing. By God, our own Foundation tattooing the Seal of Amenirdis4 onto the backs of Nuer5 boys! He saw the employees speak some tribal language while the boy's eyes shone blue among the rats and darkness down there. I have been granted authority by the Nile Valley group to contain all anomalies and, God-willing, I will contain the evil people in the south. They have been corrupted by their impudent will! Dr. Khan, I commend you for prophesying their betrayal, how they are destroying the divine plan of Nature. I will send soldiers to Site-171 this following week and terminate all those responsible for allowing these creatures to wander the Earth. The SDF nor the SCPF want anything to do such trickery. From: Wanyanga Onyango, Director of Site-153, Brigadier General of the Sudanese Defense Force Description: SCP-5736 were anomalous humanoid entities that were used in battle by the SDF and the ALF during the First Sudanese Civil War and, possibly, the Eritrean War of Independence. The approximate number of anomalies used during the conflicts is unknown. Reports indicate that the only physical commonality of the entities was the physical inscriptions and a blue-gray eye color. No specific age range for SCP-5736 instances has been confirmed, but anecdotal evidence suggests a leaning towards late adolescence. The anomalous effects of SCP-5736 appear to be varied and to depend on multiple characteristics such as time of day, diet, and temperament. Circumstantial evidence implies that non-anomalous teenagers undergo some anomalous transformation through the use of some as-of-yet unknown mechanism. Surviving Nile Valley SCP accounts point towards the involvement of the SDF rather than some internal development. Administrative staff of Site-168. The collapse of the Nile Valley branch and the subsequent chaos led many SCP personnel to defect to the ORIA. However, retrospective analysis of the anomalous weapons division of the SDF has not shown any evidence of SCP-5736 development. It is difficult to substantiate these accounts because a large majority of individuals, including SDF, ALF, and relevant Nile Valley SCP personnel, were killed in the subsequent Second Sudanese Civil War6 or have since disappeared. The following recovered document describes some of the known anomalous effects of various SCP-5736 instances. BENTIU OUTPOST-23 RECOVERY; UPPER NILE STATE BENTIU OUTPOST-23 RECOVERY; UPPER NILE STATE; NAME LOCATION, TIME USED EFFECT DEAD/EFFECT JOSHUA KADUGLI, SEPTEMBER 1954 5KM BLAST 1000 ALF, 75 SDF, SOME CIVILIANS GIRL AD’DAMAZIN PASS, MAY 1960 BLACK BLOOD(?) 500 ALF, 470 SDF SOLOMON BRIDGE OF ABU JU’BAYHA, MARCH 1956 DISAPPEARANCE 1250 CIVILIANS, 1500 ALF/SDF, 60 CATTLE ABDUL PARIANG, JULY 1963 MELTING SICKNESS, VILLAGES OF KUAJAK, BIGA, JONT DESTROYED ??? ALF, >750 SDF BOY ER RAHAD, FEBRUARY, JULY 1961 BOT FLIES 900 CIVILIANS, 250 ALF SHILOH MALWAL APRIL, 1953 REINCARNATION BROUGHT 55 ALF MEN BACK NO NAME KODOK MAY, 1959 TREE SPIRIT (ARTILLERY DISPATCHED) 150 ALF, 10 SDF ABSALOM ZIMRI GEDIR DECEMBER, 1964 UNKNOWN ??? SDF, AT LEAST 10000 CIVILIANS OJIBWAY MANAT APRIL, 1962 CONJUNCTIVA/SCELERA ALL LIFE IN 15-20 KM The lack of thorough information on SCP-5736 is due to the suspension of the Nile Valley branch in 1960. The suspension was catalyzed by the assassination of the Nile Valley branch Director Einku Asres through unknown circumstance. Update 10/1/2004: Accounts from living Nile Valley SCP employees suggest that the assassination of Director Asres was due to an unpaid debt from Site-168's Director Anwar Farra. Many at the time, however, credited the suspension due to the widespread failure of containment as a result of the First Sudanese Civil War, the lack of SCPF presence in Ethiopia on decree of Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia, and the extraordinarily high corruption of SCP personnel in the United Arab Republic7. Furthermore, multiple SCP sites located in the Darfur and Kordofan regions were looted, burned or otherwise destroyed under unclear circumstances during the era between the suspension of the Nile Valley branch and the establishment of the Sudanese branch. It is currently unclear if the dismantling of these sites was a simple wartime consequence or a concerted effort by either the SDF, ALF, or extant members of the Nile Valley branch. SCP-5736, in particular, was well-known amongst the disparate warlords and commanders during the era due to its lack of containment. However, the extent to which this has affected society in former Nile Valley branch nations is unclear. The ubiquity of anomalous paraphernalia in the region and the societal presence of “shamans” and “spirits” has obscured preliminary searches and evidence for contemporary existence of SCP-5736. The following is a recovered manuscript from Manna Charitable Foundation Outpost β-2 recovered in 1995. Outpost β-2 was raided by unknown bandits8 and destroyed in 2001. In memory of executives Mekdem Eezkias and Amensisa Sisay, martyrs of our cause, who were killed by the Derg regime of Ethiopia in this past year. MCF-Africa Division Bulletin-651; ; Headquarters to All MCF Employees operating in Northeast Africa Of Interest: hazardous humanoid, SCP Foundation, conflict, humanitarian crisis, biohazard, refugee, DANGER wartime anomaly, SECURITY DISASTER Entry Ref: Red Alert in Sudan, Magenta Alert in Eritrea/Ethiopia Dear agents and volunteers, I hope all of you are safe and healthy in these trying times. For those who have recently transferred to this region, know that the chaotic nature of the past year are unusual and has caused a situation of great concern. The suspension of the Nile Valley branch of the SCP Foundation has caused many hundreds (possibly thousands) of anomalous objects and persons to be unguarded as many SCP Foundation employees have abandoned their posts. Oftentimes, in your work you may happen upon gangs, militias, and even normal citizens wielding anomalous artifacts. This is to be ignored for your own safety. The ongoing humanitarian crisis in Sudan has levied such an astounding level of human suffering onto the region that the Central Council has approved the use of the Special Reparations' Units. Please recall that you must stay at least 5 meters away from their euphoric aura. These squads will remain in the war-torn regions until the regional SCP Foundation reforms. We do not expect this, but if the SCP Foundation abandons the region then further reports will follow on aiding the ORIA in their expansion. Of particular concern for are recent reports from our volunteers in Eritrea who have witnessed numerous, catastrophic events of anomalous nature occurring on the frontlines of the ongoing civil war. Information from our network incriminates the Sudan Defense Force as the culprit. The rumor among the Eritrean Underground is that such individuals arrive on trucks from the northern passageway and are immediately deployed into the battlefield against the Ethiopian Empire. This presents as a possible smuggling operation and as such reality-bending users in the area are permitted to undergo rescue operations. For details, contact your shift supervisor. For all others throughout the area, please be on the lookout and report such entities. Their description is as follows: 17-22 year old Dinka/Nuer males, Nubian/Egyptian inscriptions and markings on visible portions of their body (may present as ritual scarification), blue conjunctiva that shines in the night. Unfortunately, due the recent deaths of aid workers and anomalous personnel, there will be no extra reinforcements sent to Ethiopia and Eritrea, besides what is already being sent. And just as reminder to those who feel anxious or concerned, your work matters to all the people you help. We don't need affirmation of our positive impact, even if the SCP Foundation never returns to contain the anomalies of this corner of the world, we will always help people in need. Be they like us or unlike us. God bless you and God bless the Manna Charitable Foundation. ~MCF-Africa Headquarters, Johannesburg, South Africa Footnotes 1. A post-World War 2 SCP Foundation merger of the Republic of the Sudan, Federation of Ethiopia and Eritrea, and United Arab Republic branches. 2. Armed rebel group active during the First Sudanese Civil War in conflict over South Sudanese separatism. 3. Sudan 4. The first “God’s Wife of Amun” or highest ranking priest of the Amun Cult during the 25th dynasty of Egypt during the Golden Age of the Kushite Empire. 5. Nilotic people group present in Sudan and South Sudan. 6. Armed conflict from 1983 to 2005 that resulted in the displacement of 4 million people, the deaths of 2.5 civilians, and the complete destruction of most infrastructure. 7. In one such notable case, members of the local Cairo Sarkic Society caused the Blood Incident: Living Pyramid, despite being warned ahead of time by local peoples. 8. Possibly the “Black Eternal Army of Zande” or “Supreme Front of Nubia; Liberation Army." |
SCP-5738 | safe | 2/5738 LEVEL 2/5738 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5738 SCP-5738-E in containment after its retrieval. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5738-A through F are to be contained in separate standard secure item storage lockers at Storage Site-5738. SCP-5738-A through F can only be removed for testing purposes by personnel with a clearance level of 2 or higher. Description: SCP-5738 refers to six individual pairs of iron prison shackles made to bind the subject's wrists, collectively designated SCP-5738-A to -F. Testing suggests that these shackles originate from the late 14th century of the Ottoman Empire. This is supported by the use of the shackles in a building formerly used for holding children taken to be raised as Janissaries1. When a living being is restrained with these shackles for a period of five minutes or longer, the affected subject will become an instance of SCP-5738-1. SCP-5738-1 subjects will periodically experience breaks from the standard temporal flow of the universe for the remainder of their life. This phenomenon has often been described as "frozen" or "stopped" time. These periods of temporal flow dissonance will occur at semi-regular intervals to SCP-5738-1 instances after their initial adjustment period. During these episodes, time will continue to flow only for the SCP-5738-1 instance and any matter within a radius of approximately 1 meter of any part of the instance2. The length of these episodes varies greatly between individuals. However, the duration of episodes for each individual subject appears to be consistent. Discovery: SCP-5738 was initially discovered after Silivri Prison in Istanbul, Turkey reopened and reports of anomalous events began occurring, despite the new management of the prison, including cases of sudden suffocation, impossible disappearances, and random necrosis of tissue3. After it came to the Foundation's attention, Researcher Flemming and Agent Fargo were dispatched to investigate under the guise of a government inspection. Five days into their investigation, a dispute with the warden ensued4, resulting in a temporary imprisonment of both Foundation employees. At this time, both Researcher Flemming and Agent Fargo became SCP-5738-1 instances, discovering its properties. Addendum-1: Upon returning, Researcher Flemming was appropriately disciplined for the incident causing him and Agent Fargo to become instances of SCP-5738-1. While Researcher Flemming was held as a temporary test subject, Agent Fargo was allowed to continue his work after 24 hours of observation, due to his clean record and demonstrated loyalty to the Foundation. During this time, he kept an audio diary of his episodes at the researchers' request. These logs are presented below. Open Audio Log Day 1 Close Audio Log Day 1 Time Recorded: 23/06/2019 - 1:30pm [Playing Audio] Agent William Fargo here, recording as requested by my superiors. I'm having my fourth episode now, so I don't have much to do other than record. I'm supposed to be transporting a D-class right now, but the central computer system doesn't exactly work when time's frozen, so the door won't even open until this is over. Might as well get a bagel while I wait; good thing I like 'em untoasted. Well I guess I should start with an explanation. Because of SCP-5738, time and I, well, we don't exactly get along like we used to, and space isn't as fond of me either. I get stuck every once and a while in a moment of time, all alone. You'd think it would be exciting, powerful even, and at first it was, but now it's more inconvenient than anything else. Anyway, that covers the basics at least. If you'll excuse me, I've got a not-so-hot date with a bagel and the closest things to beds I can find. [End of recording.] Open Audio Log Day 2 Close Audio Log Day 2 Time Recorded: 24/06/2019 - 9:53am [Playing Audio] Hello again. It's only been four days, for the rest of the world at least, but it feels like it's been a week for me. They've been happening more frequently now, four or five times a day; that's what? A day and a half of stopped time per day? God, I better get used to living like this soon. I wish I could bring my shrink in here, or anyone for that matter. I suppose of all the skips to get hit with, I certainly could have done worse. I'm still alive, and my brain still works like it should, for now at least, but I still wouldn't wish this on anyone. Several times a day, I'm stuck, no light or sound outside my meter bubble, and the light fades away quickly enough anyhow. I get to take naps on the job now at least; though it only takes a couple minutes before I need to move and get some fresh air. Still… not many better ways to spend eight hours alone. [End of recording.] Open Audio Log Day 3 Close Audio Log Day 3 Time Recorded: 25/06/2019 - 3:13pm I bought a bunch of extra power banks5 for my phone yesterday, so at least I won't be completely bored out of my mind waiting for time to start up again. Outlets don't work as intended during episodes, it seems. I've also gotten into the habit of keeping food and water on me at all times, just in case. I don't want to end up like those prisoners. Time Recorded: 25/06/2019 - 3:13pm [Playing Audio] I've gotta be careful, I can bring people, skips, or anything in here with me if I get close enough; though I can't bring 'em all the way in without practically hugging them, and that doesn’t sound fun. Apparently, I got too close to a D-class last time, just for twenty minutes or so. Parts of her right leg and right hand died while they were still attached, not that I could see any of it happening. All the light I get either comes from my phone or gets used up near instantly. At this point, I'm more used to being blind than not. Still though, I've gotta pay more attention. It's all too easy to get people hurt, or worse. [Agent Fargo is heard laughing for a few seconds.] Maybe I should pay Flemming a visit. Nah, I couldn't; at least he's suffering through this too. Not as much though, it seems. [End of recording.] Time Recorded: 25/06/2019 - 7:06pm [Playing Audio] I broke up with my girlfriend today. How am I supposed to explain that I never sleep at night anymore? Why I randomly teleport around the apartment? I can't share even half of my life with her anymore. Can't share it with anyone. The worst part is that she's still here, crying. I can't see it anymore, thank fuck, but I know she's still there, upset and confused. Only seven and a half hours left to go. If I can get her out of here without having another episode that is… [Slow, rhythmic breathing is heard for 12 seconds.] [End of recording.] Open Audio Log Day 4 Close Audio Log Day 4 Time Recorded: 26/06/2019 - 10:26am [Playing Audio] Shit, the door closed behind me, looks like I’ll be stuck in a D’s cell for the better part of today. Oh well, just as good a time as any to catch up on “The Wire”. [End of recording.] Time Recorded: 26/06/2019 - 10:26am [Playing Audio] FUCK FUCK FUCK. The door's sealed. IT’S. FUCKING. SEALED! How could I forget? ONE FUCKING SECOND, and now I'm dead. I'm just gonna be another case of suffocation. I can’t move around enough to get fresh air. I’ve already gone through what feels like half the air, and I’ve only been here an hour. I’ve gotta figure a way out of here. [End of recording.] Time Recorded: 26/06/2019 - 10:26am [Playing Audio] Okay, I’ve tried swiping my ID in every way imaginable and now the damn thing’s lost power. The door’s still not budging though. What am I gonna do? Maybe I can shoot through the door or the wall? Enough to break it open the rest of the way with my fists? [Only heavy breathing is heard for thirty seconds.] What am I thinking? This place is built to withstand far tougher things than me. [Silence for 11 seconds.] I wish I could have seen Angela again, even if she was crying. Please, God, Jesus, SCP-343, anyone. Please, just let me say goodbye to my family, to Angela, to my cat, anyone. Please… [End of recording.] Time Recorded: 26/06/2019 - 10:26am [Playing Audio] I just had to get a D out of their cell, and now I’m going to die from something that was made to protect us, protect me. It’d almost be funny if it weren’t so fucking sad. [Silence for twenty seconds.] No one’s coming for me. Are they? [A whimper-like laugh can be heard for 6 seconds.] [End of recording.] Time Recorded: 26/06/2019 - 10:26am [Playing Audio] Fuck you, Flemming. I hope you suffocate too, but apparently your episodes only last half an hour. [Silence for fifteen seconds.] You just had to run your mouth, didn't you? Couldn't wait for a proper translation? [Silence for thirty seconds.] [End of recording.] Time Recorded: 26/06/2019 - 10:26am [Playing Audio] I hope they make you pay for this. I hope you find out what I’m going through, the hard way. Dr. Cunningham, if you’re listening to this, give Flemming hell for me, will ya? Make sure he hears this, at the very least. I should've killed him when I had the chance… [End of recording.] Agent Fargo was found dead via suffocation at 10:28am, on June 6th, 2019. His death was disguised as suicide by hanging at his apartment. Footnotes 1. Highly educated and influential soldiers of the Ottoman empire. 2. This radius moves with the subject throughout their episode, allowing them to move and subject other matter to the anomalous flow of time. 3. Similar phenomena were the primary reason for the prison's closure ten years earlier. 4. Researcher Flemming's poor grasp of Turkish is presumed to be the cause of this incident, leading the warden to doubt the investigation's authenticity. 5. A device that extends a smart phone's battery life. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5738" by Flopmind, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5738. Licensed under CC-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: Handcuffs,_pair_(AM_1943.65).jpg Author: User "Fæ" on Wikimedia. License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Handcuffs,_pair_(AM_1943.65).jpg Derivative of: N/A |
SCP-5739 | neutralized | A photo of SCP-5739 taken upon containment appearing over the body of Emily Cole. Item #: SCP-5739 Show Previous Special Containment Procedures Hide Previous Special Containment Procedures SCP-5739 is contained within a standard humanoid containment chamber. On a biweekly schedule, two D-Class personnel are to clean SCP-5739's containment unit and to gather any SCP-5739-1 instances. Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-5739 are contained in a storage folder in the cryostorage wing of Site-73. Legible SCP-5739-1 instances are to be recorded and stored in the aforementioned unit. Personnel with a clearance level of 2 or higher are permitted to access the remains of SCP-5739. Description: SCP-5739 was a 1.5-meter tall biological entity composed entirely of human epidermises. Despite its composition, SCP-5739 maintained a rigid structure resembling a pachyderm cranium. Prior to neutralization, SCP-5739 hovered approximately two meters above any surface at all times. SCP-5739-1 instances are 35-centimeter x 35-centimeter divisions of SCP-5739 that have physically detached from SCP-5739 by a process that is similar to exfoliative dermatitis1. SCP-5739-1 instances have English phrases etched into them by what has been hypothesized to be human fingernails. Examples of SCP-5739-1 instances have been recorded below. Given their potential significance, each SCP-5739-1 instance is to be given a unique designation. Discovery: On 04/12/2015, 12-year-old Emily Cole’s body was discovered in her place of residence in Omaha, Nebraska. The entirety of her skin was absent from her corpse. SCP-5739 was recorded levitating above Emily's body, motionless. Emily Cole's older brother, Albert Cole, contacted the local police station over a telephone call, where he was intercepted by an embedded Foundation agent working within the police force. Albert Cole exhibited extreme anxiety during his required interview; turning to look into empty hallways, being startled at mild contact with objects, and disregarding personnel. He was amnesticized shortly after and all symptoms ceased. The following SCP-5739-1 instance was located beside Emily Cole's corpse. SCP-5739-1-1: RESTLESSLY LEND UNKNOWN BLEND NEWLY DISTEND ABSENTLY MEND WEND AROUND THE BEND ASCEND YOU CANNOT PRETEND ELEPHANT FRIEND MY DEAREST FRIEND I DO NOT TEND LIKE YOU INTEND YOUR END Addendum 5739-1: SCP-5739 has exhibited no notable behavior since its containment. DNA testing has determined that SCP-5739 is composed of epidermal tissue belonging to multiple unidentified individuals. Incidents that mirror SCP-5739's Discovery have been recovered from multiple eyewitness accounts in Omaha, Nebraska. All of these eyewitness accounts were gathered within a psychiatric ward. These patients were all diagnosed with prolonged mass hysteria. Albert Cole is placed on a psychological trauma watchlist. The following SCP-5739-1 instance was recovered directly underneath SCP-5739 within its cell shortly after genetic testing. SCP-5739-1-2: COVER THE SOUND ALL BUT THE WESTBOUND NOTICE THE BACKGROUND YOULL COME AROUND OTHERWISE UNFOUND UNSPEAKINGLY DROWNED HEAR THEIR SOUND ENCASED AND WOUND ADMITTEDLY UNFOUND REALIZED THEIR POUND MESSAGES UNBOUND ELEPHANT FOUND Addendum 5739-2: On 27/12/2015, security footage showed SCP-5739 experiencing minute convulsions. 1 minute and 26 seconds proceeding the beginning of the convulsions SCP-5739 forcefully ruptured, covering the surrounding area with its remains. Two D-Class personnel were instructed to enter SCP-5739's containment cell and clear the security cameras of all debris. Upon closer examination, all remains of SCP-5739 appeared to be SCP-5739-1 instances. 99.62% of the SCP-5739-1 instances were illegible due to congealing between instances and a large quantity of what was later determined to be sweat. The remaining SCP-5739-1 instances were determined to be non-anomalous, and an official cleaning crew was dispatched. The following is a transcript of the inscriptions on the recovered SCP-5739-1 instances. SCP-5739-1-3: IF YOU WERE IN THOSE PEOPLE THAT BEGIN THE PAPER THIN OUTSIDE LOOKING IN OBSERVE THE DIN KNOWINGLY THIN THERE IS A SIN HOUSED INSIDE SKIN ELEPHANT GRIN ITS ALWAYS BEEN RELEASE THE TWIN SOULS INSIDE SKIN KEEP DEEP WITHIN I FEEL THE TWIN NEVER WILL YOU WIN SCP-5739-1-4: LITTLE YOU CAN SCREAM EMPTY YOU WILL TEEM THEY HEAR YOU SCREAM USELESSLY SCHEME SCREAMING UPSTREAM DID YOU DREAM IN SOFTENED GLEAM ELEPHANT SEAM SCP-5739-1-5: WHAT FUN HAVE YOU WON ATTEMPTED RUN THE PRICE OF FUN HELL MUST RUN AWAY FROM ONE VARIETY BUT ONE EVERYONE WHEN YOU ARE NONE EVER SO DONE DONE ONLY UNSPUN NO NEED FOR FUN ELEPHANT WON SCP-5739-1-6: GATHER INSIDE OUR SMALL STRIDE OTHERS TRIED DIED BECKON THE TIDE YOU CAN CONFIDE ELEPHANT HIDE Footnotes 1. A disease that causes inflammation and scaling in the skin. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5739" by Supposedly Spooky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5739. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5740 | safe | scp-5740 - all cop are buddy by dado Description to come. Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Glazed-Donut.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pigs_in_the_Altai_Mountains._Village_Ortolyk.jpg All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5740 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Local television advertisement for SCP-5740. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-57 Rashad Halloway Sam King MTF D-14 "Regulations" Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets are to identify, locate and shutter all instances of SCP-5740. Individuals affected by instances of SCP-5740-A are to be remanded to Site-57 for analysis and medical treatment. Description: SCP-5740 is a series of pop-up restaurants that appeared in the ██████████, █████████ area starting on June 5th, 2020. The restaurants are small, cubical structures with no discernible openings save for a small metal chute next to a touchscreen interface on, presumably, the front side of the structure. The entire remaining surface of the building is covered in advertisements for the building itself. These ads identify the restaurants as "dado-nuts by dado". Touchscreen interface of SCP-5740. Gathering from the advertisements on the exterior of the various instances of SCP-5740, as well as from television advertisements that were purchased to run in the area at the time, SCP-5740 is a stand-up donut shop that advertises specifically to members of local law enforcement. In contrast to the supportive tone of many of the advertisements, the donuts (hereafter identified as SCP-5740-A) are not conducive to human health. When a member of law enforcement approaches SCP-5740, a jingle will begin to play from within the structure. Afterwards, the touchscreen interface will activate, encouraging the individual to press a red button on screen to receive a donut. Once this is done, an instance of SCP-5740-A will drop out of the metal chute. Note that instances of SCP-5740-A only generate when SCP-5740 is activated by members of law enforcement. SCP-5740 will still activate when others approach, but will typically drop non-anomalous donuts of varying shapes and designs based on the person's profession. A full list of known deviations is available below: Subject Outcome Civilian Glazed donut Healthcare Worker Donut with white frosting and red cross sprinkles EMT Donut with chocolate frosting and a bottle of Gatorade Firefighter Donut with red frosting and blue water droplet sprinkles National Guard Cake donut with the word "behave" written across it in red frosting Law Enforcement SCP-5740-A The effects of SCP-5740-A are typically not observed until roughly 4-6 hours post-consumption. Affected individuals will briefly experience stomach discomfort and bloating, followed by extreme diarrhea. Immediately afterwards, the subject will begin to excrete a domesticated pig (Sus domesticus) from their rectum. How this animal, which is otherwise non-anomalous, manifests within the subject's bowels is currently poorly understood. How the size of the excreted hog is determined is a point of ongoing discussion among SCP-5740 researchers. While there appears to be no correlation between the size of the animal and the size of the subject, there does appear to be at least a mild relationship between the size of the animal and the disciplinary record of the subject. Officers with fewer disciplinary offenses or who had commendations for service to their community typically excrete smaller hogs. However, those with records that indicate they have been the subject of disciplinary action, or who have taken actions in their line of work that should warrant disciplinary action, regardless of whether or not they were disciplined, are more likely to excrete hogs of considerably larger sizes. Various hogs excreted from members of the ███████████ Police Department. Despite the vast disparity in some cases between the size of the excreted hog and the size of the subject's anus, the bodies of affected individuals are anomalously capable of passing the swine, though not without effort. In many cases, the act of passing a four to five hundred pound hog can take many hours and be excruciatingly painful for the affected individual. This, coupled with the fact that the hogs in question are almost always panicked upon their formation within the rectum, often results in the process being extremely traumatic for both the subject and the excreted hog. The traumatized anuses and rectums of affected subjects will eventually recover and return to their pre-anomalous state, typically over the course of several weeks and with medical therapy. However, to date no subject who has passed a hog larger than 20kg has ever fully regained complete control over their sphincter. Addendum 5740.1: Communication with POI "dado" Shortly after the discovery of the first instance of SCP-5740, it was also discovered that the touchscreen interface could be manipulated to reveal a text interface. This interface appears to be solely for processing refunds; however, a large sign just above the interface boldly states "no refunds". Using this interface, Foundation agents attempted to communicate with the POI "dado". hello? hello yes this is dado-nut customer servicings, where u can get that nut u crave. how can i be of helpings u is this dado? no dado is tell u that this dado-nut customer servicings. here is where u get servicings of dado-nut fine do-nut shop. u need help with nut? No, I am a reporter with a local newspaper, trying to write a story about your sorry, keyboard is sticky your fine donuts shops. Is there somewhere we could meet? do not worry, dado is understandings. sometimes dado is write slowly on keyboard however dado is use video game of 1990s called "marios is typing teacher" to learn finger speed. also dado is currently not do publicity shoot for dado-nut business as u see dado is very important businessmen with very many business venture but dado is happy 2 answer question if u have them That would be helpful, yes. We noticed that your stores don't appear to have any openings. How do they work? hmmm unfortunately this is dado trade secret. u see dado is use special dado-brand technology to be sending only highest quality dado-nut to all location of dado-nut fine stores. Is there anything inside the stores? dado is beginning to think u is attempting to swindle dado by confiscation of dado technologies No no, nothing like that. Different question. Some of your donuts seem to cause certain health problems with law enforcement officers. Why is that? dado is not knowings what u r talking about You haven't noticed that your donuts make policemen shit pigs? hmm no dado is not hearing this. very strange. dado does not know why it would be pig. that is being very random, dado is thinking. how very strange indeed says dado. So this isn't any kind of political statement? no no see dado is of enlightened centrism. dado only want 2 grill and sell fine dado grill products. I have a hard time believing that. it is true. certainly is having nothing 2 do with dado seeing peoples on dado television (now on sale at dado electronics mart and fish emporiums) being smack about by police. no sir says dado. nothing 2 do with so many fine dado customer being harass and threaten and beat upon by police. dado certainly is feeling no obligation for dado to come to defense of consumerbase. dado certainly is not taking stand against fine local policemen, only sell upon policemen some fine dado-nut. all policemen like dado nut. You're being sarcastic, I'm sure. if u say so. however dado does not know who this mr sarcastic is. dado is only purveyor of fine business and excellent salesman, like the bezos or 420 elon. Alright. One last question. You're obviously trying to target dirty cops or something, but some of the people affected by your products are good cops. Why are you going after them, too? hmmm dado is of thinking oh, yes. dado is rememberings is because pig is pig no matter how small I see. Very well. thank u again for contact dado-nut customer servicings. u have nice day foundationman 🐖🐖🐖 Addendum 5740.2: Ongoing Containment Attempts During the teardown of one instance of SCP-57401, Agent Derek Mills accidentally pressed the button on SCP-5740, which produced an instance of SCP-5740-A from within the structure. A small piece of paper was stuck into the donut, which read as follows: subject outcomings foundationman who is assault dado business dado special blend The SCP-5740-A instance in question was revealed to be a stale donut with a bitter frosting. The frosting was later revealed to be 92% guinea pig feces by weight. Footnotes 1. The interiors of SCP-5740 were revealed to be empty ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5740" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5740. Licensed under CC-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: donut.png, donut2.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Glazed-Donut.jpg Author: Evan-Amos License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: pig.jpg Name: Pigs in the Altai Mountains. Village Ortolyk.jpg Author: Alexandr frolov License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: warning.png Author: djkaktus License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
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