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The theme was Luck. More by Swords | QoDaX’s debut article! Timelapse of SCP-7020’s orbit. Item №: SCP-7020 Special Containment Procedures: Physical containment of SCP-7020 cannot be enacted at present, but is irrelevant due to its distance from Earth. Current protocols consist of constant observation via Orbital Telescope 47A. Information security is under the purview of operatives embedded in civilian aerospace agencies, who are to ensure that astronomical data relating to SCP-7020 is scrubbed of any irregularities. Under no circumstances should SCP-7020 be visited in person. Exploration is to be conducted only via Mk. VII unmanned probes. Description: SCP-7020 is an exoplanet located approximately 96 light years from Earth in the habitable zone of the 51 Eridani star system. Long-distance spectroscopic techniques indicate that SCP-7020’s environment is capable of supporting complex organic life, as well as sustaining humans without protective gear. Further information is LEVEL 5/7020 classified. Addendum 7020-01: The first thing I remember is a thousand pinpricks across my body. Well, no, pinpricks isn't exactly right. More like pins being pulled out, a hellish kind of acupuncture. And there was really only about fifteen. At the time, of course, that was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t know what was happening. Everything around me was dark. I tried to scream, but coughed a tube out of my throat. I jerked upright and cracked my head on a smooth slab of glass. Curved walls pressed in on me from all sides. Muffled sounds leaked in from somewhere far away, but I couldn't comprehend them. I was trapped. Entombed in cold steel. Then the glass slid aside, and the harsh white light poured in. Medical Bay 01 - Camera Feed The medical bay is a sterile room. Its walls and floor are gleaming metal, lit by ceiling-mounted lamps. There is little medical equipment to be seen save for a series of lozenge-shaped pods placed along the far wall - ten in total. They are stasis capsules, designed to protect their occupants in suspended animation for as long as necessary. Capsule 07 has opened. An assortment of robotic manipulator arms — descending from a rolling gantry affixed to the ceiling — are operating controls on the side of the capsule. Abruptly, a human fist shoots from the capsule’s interior along with a rush of supercooled white gases; at this, the manipulators quickly withdraw, folding up in a manner akin to the legs of an insect. The emerging hand gropes for purchase, eventually finding the capsule’s rim. Its owner uses the leverage to pull herself into a sitting position: she is a thin woman with brown skin, clad in a hospital gown. Her featureless white garment is marred by slowly spreading stains of blood from approximately twenty small puncture wounds. She clutches the edges of the capsule, inhaling and exhaling. A mechanically modulated voice speaks. Voice: Subject recovered from stasis more quickly than expected. The removal of her catheters must have prompted an increased pain response. Woman: What the hell? Who— (coughs) who are you? God, my throat is killing me! Those were my first words in this strange new environment. Inspiring, I know - complaining about a sore throat. Luckily, my mysterious benefactor(?) had the cure for what ailed me. A rattling is heard in the gantry and a clear plastic bottle falls from a chute. It lands in the grasp of two manipulator arms, which proffer it to the woman. She stares at the bottle before accepting it; unscrewing the cap and taking a slow, cautious sip of the contents. Woman: … Water. Voice: Yes. Woman: Tastes a little stale. Voice: This is irrelevant. Woman: Yeah, you know, I’m thinking you’re right. She pauses, drinking from the bottle again - longer this time. Then she slams it down on the rim of the capsule, splattering blood from several puncture wounds on her arm. She bares her teeth. Woman: There are other things I could be questioning. Such as, what the hell is going on here? And are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to break all those spindly little robot legs to get it out of you? Voice: I mean you no harm. This behavior is unnecessary, D-823543. Woman: Don't call me that. Voice: What would you prefer? Woman: I don't know, how about my name, you— The woman pauses. She stares down at her hands. There are several seconds in which nothing happens. Woman: … I don't… I can't remember my name. As soon as I said it, I realized it was worse than that. I couldn’t remember anything. There was a yawning gap in my memory. A black hole. When I tried to think of what I had been doing before I woke up in the capsule, my mind returned a divide-by-zero error. I didn’t know if I had a family - I didn’t know if I had a home. Voice: You appear significantly more distressed. Woman: Yeah, no shit! I’m an amnesiac! She grits her teeth, forming a weak, trembling fist with her left hand. Woman: Did you do this? Take my memories as part of— part of whatever this is? Voice: No, I was not responsible for your amnesia, nor was I aware of it. It is actually directly prejudicial to my goals. Woman: Your goals? She spreads her arms wide and gives a sardonic smile. Woman: I've gotta be honest, whatever-you-are, I don't care about your goals right now. Everything's sore, my head's full of fog, I'm sitting in some kind of sci-fi bathtub wearing nothing but a flimsy paper gown, and I really want to know what the hell is going on with all of this. So start explaining before I start smashing things. Capiche? Voice: You are in no condition to perform such actions. However, I will still explain. For your own benefit, please listen carefully. I hated to admit it, but the cold, unfeeling voice was right. Now that I was coming down off the adrenaline high, I could feel it: all my muscles were aching in unison. It was like I’d run a marathon and the soreness had only just caught up to me. I wasn’t even sure my legs could hold me up if I climbed out of the capsule. Unwillingly, I stared at the gantry — with no idea where else to make eye contact — and listened. Voice: The date is 25 July, 2092. You have just awoken from suspended animation, and you are currently on the spacecraft Durandal. The intended purpose of this spacecraft was to undertake interstellar travel at light-speed; however, it has recently sustained considerable damage in transit, to the point of becoming near-completely nonfunctional. As such, the Durandal is presently stalled in space approximately sixty-two light years away from the planet Earth. Woman: You're kidding. Voice: I am not. Woman: If— if that's true, then what are you supposed to be? Voice: I am A5#343.aic, an Artificially Intelligent Construct presiding over all functions of the ship. Woman: So you're some kind of HAL 9000, hah? (laughs, strained) What, am I going to try and climb out of this capsule, and you'll say, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, nameless amnesiac"? (pauses, then laughs again) God, why do I know that fucking movie and not my own name— this is insane, I'm going insane… A5#343.aic: I will not try to restrain you here, unless I judge you a danger to yourself or others. My aim is entirely opposite to what you imply— Woman: Stop. Stop. Slow down a sec. The woman holds one of her hands out, using the other to grip her head. Woman: I'm— this is way too much. You're saying I've been— frozen— for decades? Why? And why wake me up now? Who am I? A5#343.aic: You are the last remaining crew member of the Durandal. Woman: What do you mean, last… remaining… She trails off, and looks around for the first time. The other nine pods in the medical bay are silent and dark. There is nothing to illuminate their interior spaces, and as such, the woman cannot immediately discern their contents. Once she is able to do so, the sight immediately causes her to flinch violently away — clambering over the edge of her own pod and onto the ground with an appearance of great distress. Within each pod is a human corpse in a state of extreme desiccation. Woman: What the— (panting) what the FUCK, metal man? A5#343.aic: I was unable to conduct repairs to the suspended animation systems after the Durandal was damaged. Your survival was a matter of chance. The woman does not respond. Her eyes flick from side to side. A5#343.aic: I should elaborate. To provide context, I am a distributed artificial intelligence. My processors are stored throughout the ship in an arrangement assuring that, should any number of them be lost, I will continue to function. The modulated voice of the AIC drops in pitch. A5#343.aic: This is the primary issue: the damage sustained by the Durandal has severed my access to three of my most crucial memory cores, trapping me within the servers of the bridge. I cannot perform repairs. I cannot interact with, or view, the vast majority of the ship. Most importantly, I am restricted from my own knowledge. I no longer know who constructed the Durandal, the reason for its departure, or what its destination is. Woman: (slowly) That’s… Damn. Huh. A5#343.aic: Being aware of my own incompetence, knowing that I could perform these valuable tasks if I were not broken; it is… a disagreeable sensation. Woman: I’ll bet. There is a brief moment of silence. A5#343.aic: You do not seem to understand. In my current state, I am helpless to fulfill my function — but you can help me. This is why I awakened you from stasis. You can reach the areas I cannot, and reconnect me to my memory cores. My diagnostics indicate that the black-hole-based propulsion system of the Durandal will reach critical mass within a week if the proper repairs are not undertaken. I require your aid imminently, D-823543. Otherwise, we will both die. I didn’t respond immediately. My daring escape from the pod had exhausted me. Instead, I sat cross-legged and stared down at the cold chrome floor, thinking. That little tidbit about the black hole should've galvanized me into action, but I still wasn't sure I trusted the robot. And even though I didn't know my own name, something told me sympathy wasn't my strong suit. A sob story about incompetence didn't have much chance of swaying me. I should have bided my time until I got my strength back, then made a run for it. So I'm not sure what drove me to keep talking. Woman: Look, metal man. I'll be honest with you — I'm not sure I want any part of this. I have even less idea what's going on than I did when I came out of that pod. She sighs and looks up at the gantry. Woman: Not to mention, I've got no reason to believe you're telling me the truth. A5#343.aic: Of course I am telling the truth. Woman: And I'm supposed to just take your word on that? For all I know, you've been talking out of your ass this whole time. Maybe this is all some kind of virtual reality, or elaborate set, or who knows what. You gotta give me proof, metal man, or I won't want to help you, because I won't trust you. There is a pause. A5#343.aic: In that case, I have a simple but effective way to verify my claims. Woman: Hah? What do you mean? There is a soft whirring as the ground beneath the woman opens up. She panics and flails for a moment, before calming as she realizes she has not fallen. Rather, metal panels just below her feet have slid aside, revealing that the floor of the medical bay is in actuality a massive, transparent window. Through this viewport, an expansive field of stars is clearly visible in all directions — in a quality that would be impossible to view from the surface of any planet or through the feed of a camera. Near the bottom of the viewport, the curved hull of the Durandal can be seen, pitted and cracked from innumerable tiny impacts. The view. It was beautiful. And terrifying. I felt a rush of vertigo, a sort of unmooring, as if the ground really had been pulled out from under my feet when the viewport opened. Somewhere deep in my gut, I knew that the robot wasn't lying to me: I wasn't on Earth. And that meant the stuff about the black hole was probably true too. Fuck. A5#343.aic: I am loyal to my ship and what remains of its crew, and I have no reason to mislead you. I trust you are convinced? Woman: Whew. I… alright. God. Okay. With a visible effort, she looks back up at the gantry. Woman: If— if I decide to help you, I'm setting a few conditions. Got it? A5#343.aic: This is acceptable. Woman: Great, first of all, you really need to start calling me something that's not a bunch of numbers. You're sure you don't know my name? A5#343.aic: Yes, I am sure. There is a rigid clearance system in place within the database that restricts me from viewing that information. I am only aware of your personnel designation, D-823543. Woman: That's a piss-poor excuse for a name. How about we go with… Dee? (nods) You know, for short, but also like D-E-E. Yeah, Dee sounds good. A5#343.aic: I confess I do not understand the purpose of this. Dee: Well, you're in luck, metal man, because my second condition is that I need something to call you. A5#343.aic: You know my designation already. I am A5#343.aic, an Artificially Intelligent Construct presiding over— Dee: Metal man. Buddy. That's not a name, it's just more numbers. A5#343.aic: I do not need a name. Dee: Yeah, you do. A-five-hashtag… (snaps fingers) How about Ash? It's got a ring to it. Pause. Ash.aic: Alright. Dee: You know, for an emotionless robot, you're pretty good at sounding tired of me already. (Laughs) Well, I've got one more condition for you before I agree to help with your… thing. The newly christened Dee stands with a grunt, placing her hands on her knees. Dee: We don't keep anything from each other, got it? Everything you know, I'm gonna know too, and vice versa. Ash.aic: This is acceptable — in fact, it is a necessity if we are to have any chance of succeeding. It is as you said. Trust is vital. I could have laughed out loud. What a ridiculously reasonable thing to hear from a cold-hearted robot. I could almost, almost believe it genuinely had my best interests in mind. There was nothing else for it. I wanted information, it wanted my help, and neither of us wanted to die; we'd both get something out of this. I made my choice. Dee: You know what? She spreads her arms. Dee: Fuck it, I'm in. Where do we start? Ash.aic: I appreciate your aid greatly. There is a considerable amount of information you should know, and little time to spare. Before anything else, we dealt with my wounds — Ash had torn me up something fierce when it pulled out the catheters and, to its credit, did seem sincerely sorry about that. Luckily, the medbays had plenty of bandages and disinfectant. Once I'd stopped bleeding all over myself, we got to making preparations for the journey ahead. Step one: learning the layout of the ship that, with any luck, wouldn't end up being my tomb. For some reason, the design provoked a strange twinge of familiarity in the back of my head. At the time I didn't think much of it; I was apparently a member of the ship's crew, after all, and there were more important things to worry about. The green section in the center was the ship's bridge and the only one open to Ash. It contained four medbay compartments — only one of which I'd seen, of course — and a server room that had survived mostly intact. Exits along the outer walls should have led to the ship's three wings, marked in red, yellow and blue. But therein was the problem: Ash, in its damaged state, couldn't arrange anything to open the doors itself. It couldn't even see past them. It was trapped, like a bird in a cage. And that was where I came in. I'd make all the dangerous trips while Ash literally rode on my shoulders the whole way; it whipped up some kind of backpack full of transmitters, batteries and electrical doodads, which it claimed would host its mind in portable form, letting it bypass the fact that it was locked out of the system. I wasn't an engineer, so I didn't pretend to understand the details. All I knew was our goal: if I could reconnect Ash to all three of its memory cores, one in each wing, it would be able to repair the Durandal before it completely broke down and killed us both. Not just that, it would know exactly where we were going and why. And it would be able to get into that room marked in purple — the pilot's cabin. Deep inside, I even harbored a silent hope that it'd be able to turn the ship around and cross those 62 light years back to home. At my insistence, Ash also showed me where I could find some spare clothes in one of the other medbays: a tank top, shorts and an orange jumpsuit. I was beyond glad to get rid of that flimsy hospital gown — though of course, being a robot, Ash didn't really understand why. As per our agreement, Ash had one other detail to share with me, one that seemed comparatively minor. The ship's destination was still a mystery, but some parts of the database referenced it indirectly with a classification number: 'SCP-7020’. I didn't know what it meant, and I didn't think it was important. I was wrong. Medical Bay 03 - Camera Feed Dee stands in front of a mirror, appraising herself. She is wearing the spare clothes and backpack located by Ash.aic; the top half of her jumpsuit has been tied around her waist, presumably for increased mobility. She smiles. Dee: That's more like it! The voice of Ash.aic emanates from the backpack. Ash.aic: You are unusually attached to that clothing. Dee: Shut it. You don't even have a body. Ash.aic: We should focus. As I have made clear, we have limited time. Dee: … Right. Okay. Just… got one more thing to do before we leave. Are there any rubber bands in here? Ash.aic: Yes. They can be found in the third supply drawer from the left. Dee opens the specified drawer and rummages through the contents. She retrieves a rubber band, then uses it to tie up her hair into a loose bun. Placing her hands on her hips, she nods once. Dee: Alright. Now I'm ready. Ash.aic: Then let us begin. Log 7020-01-Alpha Wing Alpha was the Crew Housing wing. It featured dormitories for the crew, training grounds, and most importantly, a mess hall with automatic cafeteria. Ash had helpfully explained to me that there was no other source of food on the ship - in other words, I would starve if we didn't start with this one, and soon. I was all too happy to oblige. Main Bridge - Camera Feed Dee stands at the door to Wing Alpha. It is marked with a bold black 'α', but otherwise featureless save for two handle-shaped indentations on either side. She fits her hands into the indentations palms-up, glancing over her shoulder. Dee: So I just pull on these? Ash.aic's voice can be heard from the backpack hosting its consciousness. Ash.aic: Yes. They are emergency release handles, requiring manual operation which I cannot provide in my current state of disrepair. Dee: Yeah, yeah, I get it. You explained that already. (Flexes fingers) Alright, here goes… She pulls upwards on the handles, grunting and straining with the effort. Her feet skid on the ground as the door begins to slide up into a recess in the ship's wall. Over the course of several minutes, she is able to heave it completely open, revealing an expansive, dark space beyond. Dee steps back and wipes her forehead. Strands of her hair are blown about by a rush of air originating from the door. Dee: Creepy. Ash.aic: This should be no obstacle to you. Continue. Dee does not respond, though she appears annoyed. She grips the straps of her backpack, then proceeds inside, out of the view of the bridge's cameras. Wing Alpha Vestibule - Camera Feed The hallway is dark at first — then a ceiling-mounted light flickers, revealing Dee passing under it. She walks purposefully. Dee: So what should I be expecting in here, anyway? Ash.aic: The current state of Wing Alpha is outside of my awareness— Dee: What is it with you and always going on about stuff you don't know? (Gestures with left hand) Your robo-brain's not completely wiped, right? You've gotta have something worth telling me in there! Think positive for once. There is a pause as Dee continues to walk. Ash.aic: I do know that this is the entry vestibule. You should pass into the training grounds soon, and then into the mess hall. On cue, Dee walks through an open door frame, and into a new room entirely: the training grounds. Mats are laid down on the floor and exercise equipment of various types is strewn about, in a manner suggesting an impact had jostled the machines from their intended layout. The walls are lined with long windows, through which the stars can be seen. Dee smiles slightly as she passes by an overturned treadmill. Dee: See, this is good. It's useful. I know where I’m going now, and I can… work out, I guess, once we get this place cleaned up a bit. She slows, squinting. Dee: Hey, that reminds me - why was I so weak when I woke up? Seems like walking around limbered me back up, but it's still weird. Ash.aic: The effects of artificially generated gravity on the human body can be unpredictable, especially when in conjunction with a sudden removal from suspended animation. Dee: Artificial— (pauses) Do I even want to ask? Ash.aic: A full explanation would require considerable knowledge of quantum electrogravitics. Dee: So that's a no. (To herself) Wow, that sentence just… Rolled off the brain. Ash.aic: If I may interject, we are now exiting the training grounds. Entering the mess hall. The mess hall is a large room, its ceiling cluttered with ductwork and lamps. Tables and benches line the walls on one half of the space; similarly to what was observed in the training grounds, many have slid across the room and lie overturned. The other side of the cafeteria is spanned by a rounded counter equipped with numerous chutes, vats and inactive mechanical arms. Beyond the counter, what appears to be a darkened kitchen or walk-in freezer can be seen. An open doorframe is across the room. On the other side, sparsely furnished bunks are partially visible: this door leads to the crew dormitories. Dee: (whistles) Ash.aic: The automatic cafeteria is in good condition. This is promising. Dee: Good to hear I won't starve. So is your memory core through that door over there, or— Dee is cut off by a blaring klaxon. Red lights strobe along the counter. Simultaneously, the entrance to the crew dormitories seals itself, and an unseen intercom system activates. Intercom: THREAT ENTITY DETECTED. Dee: The hell? Ash, what is this? Ash.aic: The security systems are malfunctioning. This is not promising. The automated defenses in this area have identified us as an intruding party, and will react accordingly. Additionally, exits from Wing Alpha have been automatically sealed. Intercom: READYING ANTI-PERSONNEL ARTILLERY. Dee: Hold on! Can't you do something to— Intercom: UNABLE TO ACCESS ANTI-PERSONNEL ARTILLERY. ENGAGING THREAT ENTITY WITH PROTOCOL: 'IMPROVISED WEAPONRY'. Dee: Huh? The mechanical servitor arms whir to life. An assortment of foods are dispensed into the vats at the counter: processed meats, various preserved fruit, and soft foods such as applesauce and mashed potatoes. One mechanical scoop dips into a vat of mashed potatoes, winds up, and flings the food towards Dee at a considerable velocity. She is struck squarely in the face, and staggers backwards. Dee: Jesus fucking Christ, that actually hurt! Dee recovers and leaps aside, avoiding a volley of preserved peaches that impacts the far wall with great force. She ducks behind a table and upends it hurriedly to use as cover. As projectiles thud and splatter against it, she speaks in a hushed voice. Dee: Ash, you better have some advice for me because I am not letting fucking mashed potatoes take me down this early. Ash.aic: Processing… There is a pause, during which several scoops of strawberry jam and a pear describe an arc over the table, narrowly missing Dee. Ash.aic: This is an unusually rudimentary method of defense, but not unexpected given the level of damage to the ship. Schematics describe an emergency override located within the kitchen. However, you will have to somehow disable the cafeteria servitors to reach it. Dee: Shit, okay… (pauses) Hmm. Hey, you don't mind a little collateral, right? You can always just fix those things back up once we get your memory cores? Ash.aic: If I must, yes. Dee grins. Dee: Then I've got an idea. I made a break for it — only just managing to avoid getting creamed by some creamed corn in the process. As I raced into the training grounds, wiping mashed potatoes off my face, I hoped my plan would work. I just needed the right equipment to pull it off. If nothing else, it'd make for some poetic justice. With the cafeteria empty, the servitor arms have entered standby mode. Abruptly, Dee bursts back in, prompting an immediate hostile response. However, on account of the items Dee is carrying, this response is mostly ineffective. With her right hand, Dee holds aloft a large yoga mat, using it as a shield to protect herself from the projectiles thrown by the servitors. She carries a chin-up bar in her left hand. She advances on the counter; upon reaching the servitor arms, she begins to bludgeon them with the bar, inflicting grave structural damage on those she targets. She is noted as laughing during this time. Dee: I'll show you 'makeshift weaponry'! Ash.aic: This level of enjoyment in your task strikes me as unnecessary. Dee: Bastards threw mashed potatoes in my face. Hah! Dee shortly disables the servitors in her vicinity and clambers over the counter. Camera feed from the kitchen shows her landing in a crouch. She huffs, her breath forming a cloud of vapor. Dee: Sheesh, it's cold in here. Behind Dee, the remaining servitors attempt to continue attacking her, but are unable due to their stationary construction. She ignores them and surveys the area. Masses of piping and tubing are layered along the walls, and strategically placed conveyor belts carry food from refrigerated cabinets to the chutes in the front, although most are inactive at present. Dee: Ash, where’s that emergency override at? Ash.aic: Processing… The intercom crackles to life again. Intercom: IMPROVISED WEAPONRY INEFFECTIVE. ENGAGING THREAT ENTITY WITH PROTOCOL: 'ABSOLUTE ZERO'. Dee: Oh, that doesn’t sound good. Ash! Hurry it up! The temperature begins to noticeably drop. A thin layer of frost can be seen forming on nearby equipment. Dee begins to shiver and grimaces, shoving her hands into her pockets. Ash.aic: The emergency override can be found in the manual control booth at the far back of the kitchen. Hurry. This room is capable of reaching a temperature of eight degrees Fahrenheit. Without responding, Dee breaks out into a run. She vaults over several conveyor belts, traveling with purpose now that she knows which direction to go. Within five minutes, she has reached the manual control booth - a small cubicle with a control panel placed within, facing out towards the kitchen. A variety of switches and dials are present. All are unlabeled. Dee: (Teeth chattering) S-shit! Which one is it? Ash.aic: Open the compartment at the base of the control panel. Dee complies, revealing a square blue button. She pushes it. Immediately, her breath stops steaming in the air, and the frost in the room begins to melt. Behind her, the red lights fade, and the servitors freeze. She places her hands on her knees and crouches, exhaling heavily in relief. Ash.aic: Now travel to the dormitories. I will instruct you on how to access my memory core from— Dee: (Holds up a hand) You're gonna need to give me a sec, buddy. In case you forgot, I'm still not in peak condition. Pause. Ash.aic: Apologies. I took a much-needed breather. Then I found a sink and washed the last of the food off my face. Once I was good and ready, and not a moment sooner than that, Ash and I headed to the dormitories. After that whole catastrophe, actually finding the memory core was a surprisingly painless task. Ash had made me pack some tools — screwdrivers, pliers and wrenches — and at its guidance, I used them to pry a certain bolted panel off the wall. Inside was the memory core, a boxy device like a transformer nestled in a tangle of wires. Quick and simple. Repairing the thing, unfortunately, wasn't nearly as easy as finding it. Dormitories - Camera Feed Dee works at the memory core with a roll of electrical tape and a can of solder. Her backpack is propped against the wall nearby. She wears a pair of thick protective gloves. Dee: So was that the last thing I needed to fix? Ash.aic: This is the third time you have asked me this question in the past twenty minutes. Dee: Yeah, and I’ll probably ask it a couple more times. Because this whole comedy routine we have going right now? Where I have no damn clue how to work with machines, you give me a different command every two seconds, and together we fuck it up completely? It’s getting old. Ash.aic: We are not 'fucking it up completely'. You have actually done exemplary work thus far. I will regain full access to this memory core once you splice the frayed yellow wire back together. Dee: … Huh. Okay, I guess. Cautiously, Dee twists the wires together, applies solder and seals the splice point with electrical tape. There is a sudden spark of electricity and she quickly pulls her hands back. Ash.aic: (inaudible) Dee: Pardon? The seams of the memory core illuminate with a yellow color. Ash.aic speaks from Dee's backpack; simultaneously, its voice can be heard over the intercom system at a much higher volume. Ash.aic: That is much better. Dee: (Shouts in surprise) Ash.aic: I feel… unrestricted. I am back in the system, where I belong. And I can access far more of the database. Yes, I believe I understand now. Dee: Jesus, that startled me. What do you mean? Understand what? Ash.aic: This spacecraft was built by a global clandestine organization known as the SCP Foundation. Silence. Ash.aic: Their mission is the containment and study of anomalies; phenomena, objects or beings which defy the laws of reality. Their entire database is backed up within this ship and describes thousands of such items, although I can access very few of them at present. Our destination is SCP-7020: a habitable planet located 96 light years away from Earth. Details of its anomalous properties are restricted to a clearance I do not currently possess. Silence. Ash.aic: One would theorize that we are merely traveling to SCP-7020 in order to study the anomaly. However, I am doubtful that this is the truth, because of another discovery I have made: the Durandal's course is hard-coded. It cannot return to Earth. Silence. Ash.aic: What are your thoughts on this matter, D-823543? Silence. Ash.aic: D-823543? Dee: Why do I remember that? Ash.aic: Excuse me? Dee: I remember it. The Foundation. The plan to visit SCP-7020. Project Voyager. Why do I remember it? She grips her head. Dee: I don't even know what Project Voyager is. But I remember. There was this— meeting. White-coated scientists, black-suited executives. Someone wanted to shut the project down, even though so much work went into it. They said it was too dangerous, there was this, this risk, of— damn it, I'm losing it again— why can't I— damn it! Dee shouts unintelligibly and strikes the wall with her fist. There is a brief period of silence. Dee: (Quietly) It's not… it's… gone. I don't… Ash.aic: Please do not strain yourself mentally or physically. You will only cause yourself undue harm. Dee: And what do you care? You've got your memories back. Ash.aic: That is inaccurate, Personnel D-823543— Dee: (Shouting) Don't call me that! Who am I really, Ash?! Tell me! Because my own fucking brain clearly doesn't know! Pause. Ash.aic: I still do not know your identity or the reason for your amnesia. Without the other memory cores, my access to the ship's database is still limited. My reach has expanded, but not to what it once was. I recognize that this is an unsatisfying answer, and that it is not the answer you were hoping for when I reconnected to the network, and I am sorry for that. Silence. Dee looks away. Ash.aic: I want to help you. We will find the answers to your questions. Is that sufficient? I didn't know anymore. That explosion of frustratingly vague memories had set my head spinning. I wasn't surprised that anomalies existed, that the Men in Black were real, because part of me already knew. I grasped at scraps of memory, bits of knowledge that felt foreign. What was Project Voyager? Why did I know it so intimately and yet not at all? I wished I was like Ash, so I could just plug into a convenient mainframe and fix myself. I wished I didn't have to deal with my memory coming back in these infuriating trickles and drops. Maybe then I wouldn't have to rely on the robot that I still didn't quite trust. But like it or not, I had no other choice. Dee: Let's just keep going. In silence, we moved on. Log 7020-02-Beta Wing Beta was the Durandal's lab — clean, sterile, and hopefully a breeze to get through. It boasted a set of what Ash called "auto-fabricators", devices that could print a variety of useful items when given a few base elemental reagents. And it also stocked isolation suits, which we needed for a simple reason: Ash's new sensors had pinpointed a massive hull breach in Wing Gamma. In order to traverse the area safely, I'd need my own source of air. Ash was still locked out of the other two wings, but with its increased capabilities, we didn't need to rely on that clunky backpack anymore. Instead, it downloaded itself into a sleek-looking drone retrieved from a storeroom in the bridge. In the meantime, I devoured my first meal since coming out of cryosleep. Our respective tasks finished, we set our sights on the path ahead. Main Bridge - Camera Feed Dee stands before the door to Wing Beta, which is in the process of sliding open automatically. Her arms are crossed. Next to her, the drone hosting Ash.aic floats. Dee: This is a lot more convenient than those emergency handle things. Ash.aic: I concur. Let us proceed. Dee sets her jaw, nods, and walks inside. Wing Beta Vestibule - Camera Feed The lighting is more consistent in Wing Beta. Dee is seen walking slowly through the well-lit vestibule, her hands in her pockets. Ash.aic trails behind. There is no conversation for approximately one minute. Ash.aic: You have been unusually quiet. I suspect your emotional state is still affected by the partial return of your memories. Dee: I suspect you should talk about something else. Ash.aic: Avoidance does not solve problems. Dee: Yeah, well, neither does needling someone who wants to be left alone. You ever think of that, Ash? Ash.aic: You are my ally. Whether or not you personally desire to confront this topic, I am broaching it for the sake of your well-bei— Wait. Dee and Ash.aic are nearing the end of the vestibule. Rather than opening onto the laboratory, it terminates in a sealed doorway. Dee pauses, staring. Wing Beta entry vestibule. Dee: … That supposed to be there? Ash.aic: No. This is troubling. I will investigate. Ash.aic approaches the sealed doorway, bobbing around in the air as it taps into the local system and performs several diagnostics over the course of roughly five minutes. Ash.aic: I have unfortunate news: it appears the damage to the ship has caused several catastrophic chemical leaks within the laboratory. As a result, all access points have sealed themselves in order to prevent the rest of the Durandal from becoming compromised. Dee rubs her face with one hand. Dee: Of course this isn't going to be as easy as you said it'd be. So how are we getting in? Ash.aic: In this case, direct traversal of the laboratory without an isolation suit would be ill-advised. Dee: So how are we getting in, Ash? As I understand it, just giving up isn't an option. Ash.aic: I am not certain. Do you have any input? Dee: That's surprising. You're usually the one with the plan. Mm… She rubs her chin. Dee: Hey. Labs need to be well-ventilated, right? Ash.aic: Yes. I believe I understand what you are thinking. Ash.aic's drone turns to face Dee. Ash.aic: The air duct system in this wing should be both uncompromised and sized appropriately to fit a human. Furthermore, the room containing the memory core is hermetically sealed save for its air filtration system, and thus would be safe to enter in this fashion. Dee: Yeah, that's what I was afraid of. Dee sighs. Dee: I'll take a little claustrophobia over getting eaten by a black hole, though. Let's do this. We found a vent cover, pried it open, and I crawled in. That was the easy part. The hard part was trying to convince myself that this wasn't my worst idea yet. Wing Beta Ventilation System - Audio Labored breathing, metal clanking. Dee: (Grunts) We almost there? Ash.aic: We will need to continue on this roundabout path in order to remain within ductwork that is both structurally sound and appropriately sized. The ventilation system was not designed for this use. I predict at least twenty more minutes of travel before we reach the vent cover in the rear of the lab. Dee: Twenty minutes? Ugh. Ash.aic: You will live. Three minutes of silence, interspersed with continued sounds of metal clanking and occasional swearing. Dee: … Hey, Ash. Was that sarcasm just then? Ash.aic: Potentially. Dee: Hah. Six minutes of silence, interspersed with continued sounds of metal clanking and occasional swearing. Dee: Got another question for you. Ash.aic: What is it? Dee: How long— She is interrupted by the muffled buzzing of an intercom activating. Intercom: INTRUDER DETECTED. Dee: No fucking way. Intercom: INITIALIZING 'NITROGEN FLUSH' PROTOCOL IN TEN MINUTES. Dee: Ash, why does this keep happening? Make it stop happening! Ash.aic: The security system is on high alert because I am unable to steward the ship myself. Until I have full access to my memory cores, there is nothing I can do. Dee: Fine! Tell me how I'm making a twenty-minute trip in ten minutes, then. Ash.aic: Move as quickly as you can while conserving your breath. I have no other guidance to offer. I am sorry. Dee: Damn it, stop— (grunting) stop saying sorry! It's not gonna fix anything! Just… stay out of my way. Silence. Labored breathing and metal clanking sounds resume, continuing for six minutes. Breathing becomes ragged at the ten-minute mark, accompanied by the hiss of nitrogen venting into the ductwork. Wing Beta - Camera Feed The section of Wing Beta being recorded is in serious disrepair. Sensitive equipment is broken and strewn throughout the area, and puddles of caustic chemicals bubble on the floor. A network of air ducts and vents snakes across the ceiling, visibly damaged in places. An open door can be seen on the far left. Ductwork in Wing Beta. Abruptly, a loose panel on one of the ducts dents outwards and breaks off with a loud clang; Dee drops through the gap. She flails in the air and manages to narrowly avoid falling into a chemical pool, instead impacting a large metal storage tank marked 'Cl2', then sliding off it and to the ground. Dee: (Groans, then coughs, gasping for air) Ash.aic's drone emerges from the breached duct. Ash.aic: That was an exceedingly close call. Dee: No… (gasping) shit… Ash.aic: Please, keep moving. The air in this section of the laboratory is relatively clean, but it is difficult to say how long that will— Dee: Shut the hell up for half a second! Dee struggles to her feet. She is clearly disoriented from the aftereffects of nitrogen inhalation, but nonetheless appears enraged. Dee: Never giving me… (inhales, exhales) A moment to rest… Fuckin' asshole! Ash.aic: D-823543— Dee: See? See?! There it is again, that damn number! I'm not a person to you. I'm just— I dunno. A convenient pair of hands, something you can use to fix all your problems! Ash.aic: That is entirely untrue— Dee: I said shut up— Both are interrupted by a metallic groan. The support struts of the tank Dee fell onto are beginning to buckle. Pause. Ash.aic: Run. Dee: That's… Ash.aic: That tank is filled with chlorine gas. You have no respirator. Run now. Dee bolts through the adjoining doorway. Ash remains behind, hurriedly floating to the door and interacting with its control panel; it is able to close the door just as the chlorine tank falls and breaks open. The debris strikes another tank on the way down, causing several storage tanks across the room to fall and rupture in a cascading effect; these contain, among other compounds, acetylene and liquid water. A chain of destructive chemical reactions begins. An explosion rocks the frame. The drone is flung off camera. Chlorine gas billows up, obscuring the feed. My chest burned, but I ran like hell. Behind me, the muffled roar of the blast echoed. I didn't dare to think about what had happened to the drone. We had emerged from the ductwork close to the far end of the wing, and it wasn't long before I found the memory core, locked inside a riser cabinet. I pulled out my tools and worked in a desperate frenzy; ripping out bolts, flinging them away, splicing frayed wires and realigning transistors. It seemed to come naturally this time, as if Ash's dispassionate robotic instructions had stuck somewhere in my head. My mind was barely on my work. The last thing I'd said to Ash rattled around in there over and over. God, I didn't know what to think about that robot anymore. I was so sure I had it figured out — it had to be using me, right? It was a cold chessmaster, and I was just a useful tool. But then it went and sacrificed its drone to get me out of that mess. The mess I'd made myself. It didn't make sense. Wing Beta - Camera Feed Dee makes a final adjustment to the memory core. Its seams light up red, and there is a buzzing sound. Dee: It's done. Silence. Dee: Ash? Silence. Dee: ASH? Silence for eight seconds — then, the intercom crackles. Ash.aic: Apologies. I have full system access and was merely activating the fire suppression system in the adjoining room, as well as ensuring the door was properly sealed. The chlorine gas is still— Dee: You asshole, why’d you do that? Ash.aic: What do you mean? Dee: Your drone! You don’t have another one of those. Ash.aic: With access to the auto-fabricators, I can print a replacement, although it will take time and resources. Besides, I… (pauses) wanted to ensure your safety. I did not think rationally. 10 seconds of silence. Dee leans against the wall, staring down at her hand. Dee: … I want to say I didn’t mean it. What I said back there. But that would be a lie. She looks up. Her brow is furrowed. Dee: Did you save me because you care about me? Or did you save me because I’m useful? Ash.aic: Is there a reason it cannot be both? Silence. Ash.aic: I will tell you something, if you are willing to listen. Pause — then Dee inclines her head, silently. Ash.aic: System time shows that I was first activated after the Durandal had left Earth’s orbit sixty-two years ago. My memories corroborate this. Ash.aic: I do not believe I was programmed to feel loneliness. But I recall… yearning, after a time. The Durandal was quiet, empty. I longed for company. And when the ship was damaged and the crew began to expire in cryosleep, I felt something akin to grief. That I would never know them. Dee: Ash, I don't… Ash.aic: Yes, Dee, you are useful to me, and that is part of why I awakened you from cryosleep. But you are also my ally. My companion. The last remaining member of my crew. I did not protect you because you are a tool. I protected you because you are a human, and one whose life I value greatly. I hope I have communicated that clearly. There are fifteen seconds of silence. Dee rubs her eyes and looks aside. Dee: … Why’re you even doing this? Ash.aic: Elaborate. Dee: Just… All of this. (Spreads arms) Why are you so dedicated to this ship? Is it just your programming, or what? Because I gotta be honest, it doesn’t seem like the guys who built you treated you very well. Sixty fuckin’ years with nothing but your own thoughts for company? We have a word for that — it’s called torture. Ash.aic: I do not think my behavior is particularly strange. You are in a similar situation, are you not? Dee: Wh— How do you figure? Ash.aic: We are both missing our memories. We do not know why we are here. And… (pauses) Forgive me for overstepping, but I believe life has not treated you kindly either. It is plainly discernible in your natural hostility, your predisposition to distrust. Yet still you assist me. Dee: That's… Yeah, I think I see what you’re getting at. But I don’t— I dunno, I want to say it’s different, what each of us is doing. You have a purpose. I just… (quietly) don't want to die. Ash.aic: Neither do I, Dee. Silence. Ash.aic: We will survive this together. As allies. Dee: (Grimaces) God, just— quit with the sentimental shit already! I get it! Christ. Ash.aic: I am glad to see your mood is improving. Pause for two seconds. Dee relaxes slightly and chuckles under her breath. Dee: So you do know how to be sarcastic. Ash.aic: My interpersonal skills are improving as I regain my memory data. It is a fascinating phenomenon. However, I assume you would prefer me to get to the point: that being, I have retrieved more information about the SCP Foundation. Dee: Yeah, you're assuming right. Go on. Dee sits against the wall, crossing her legs. She readies herself to listen. Ash.aic: Before I continue, there is a chance that this information will induce further recovery of your memories. Is that alright? I want to ensure you are prepared for it, as it was an uncomfortable experience the last time. Pause. Dee: Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready. Uh— thanks for checking first. Ash.aic: You are welcome. The information I have gathered primarily concerns the command structure of the Foundation. Ash.aic: The rigid clearance system present within the database is not endemic to this mission only — it is a code that the entire Foundation swears by. There are five levels of security, corresponding to increasingly sensitive information. Although I can now access many of the Foundation's files, I do not yet possess Level Five clearance; it appears to be reserved only for the highest-ranking Foundation personnel. There it was. A spark of memory. Dee: The O5 Council? Pause. Ash.aic: That is what I was going to say, yes. Did you remember something? Dee: Yeah, I… think so. Yeah, yeah, I remember. (Nods) Okay, what do I know? The O5s are the leaders of the Foundation. There's thirteen of them; secretive, strange, richer than you could ever imagine. No names, just numbers — O5-1, O5-2, and so on. I know I'm familiar with them, maybe even met them, but I don't… can't figure out why. (Rubs head) It'll come to me. Ash.aic: Take your time. Dee thinks for a second, then perks up, struck with a realization. Dee: OH! Got it! They were involved with Project Voyager! She snaps her fingers. Dee: Yep, that opened the floodgates. It was scary as hell having them around the site. O5-7 breathing down my neck… Damn, but I don't remember what we were doing. Me and my team- I had a team? I had a team. Not sure what their names were. But I think we were doing something really important. I— (pauses) Ash.aic: Is something the matter, Dee? Dee: I remembered something else. Ash, what's a K-class scenario? The end of the world. That's what it was. That was the meaning of the sentence fragment that had popped up in my head when I thought hard enough about Project Voyager. Some anomalies posed so much danger that they could destroy the Earth, and the Foundation dealt with that so often, they had codified terms for it. Ash pulled up a list for me on a nearby terminal, and I read it over in a mix of horror and fascination. But why had I remembered that? What did that mean for us? It felt like there were puzzle pieces in my brain, tumbling around but never quite clicking. SCP-7020. The end of the world. Project Voyager, whatever it really was. The Durandal, a ship adrift in space that could never return to Earth. I had a creeping suspicion of how they fit together, and I didn't like it. Dee: Hey, Ash? I know we have some spare time and I should probably rest up, but… I want to do the last wing. We're close. Really close to figuring this out. She crosses her arms. Dee: Something's telling me we might not like what we find out, but that won't stop me. Same for you? Ash.aic: To tell the truth, I also had a suspicion we would come to an unpleasant conclusion. This does not dissuade me. I will simply need to call a janitorial servitor drone and clear a path through the laboratory before we can proceed. Dee: Good. Pause. Dee: Oh yeah, by the way, I have no idea how to wear a spacesuit, so… Log 7020-03-Gamma Unlike the other wings, Wing Gamma's purpose was unclear, for the simple reason that it had been redacted to hell and back. All we knew was that there would be no air and no gravity there; whatever damaged the ship had knocked out the generators in that area. In between zero-G exercises, Ash and I pored over the documents we had access to, but couldn't decipher anything useful. Damned elusive Level Five clearance. The only real information we could find about Gamma was its title: "Contingency Measures." Main Bridge - Camera Feed The artificial gravity in the bridge has been deactivated. Dee is wearing a reinforced IVA (intra-vehicular activity) isolation suit and practicing moving around in zero-gravity; she converses with Ash.aic as she does so. A personal device displaying various files about the Durandal is tethered to her wrist, floating freely. Dee: Contingency measures, huh? Could they have been any more vague? I mean— we? God, I don't know. If my memories are accurate, I could've been the one who wrote this dossier. Ash.aic: Regardless of that possibility, it is certainly an inconvenience to us now. You can blame your past self if you wish. Dee: No, I don't want to do that. That's dumb as hell. Ash.aic: I know. I was attempting to tell a joke. Dee: Oh. Huh. Yeah, you gotta work on your sense of humor. Anyway, when can we go? Ash.aic: Do you feel ready to traverse an unknown area in your IVA suit yet? Dee attempts to answer, but overbalances and smacks her faceplate into a wall. She incurs minimal damage from this, simply floating away and flailing ineffectually. Dee: Yep, I'm a fucking natural! Ash.aic: Hm. More training is required. Ever the pragmatist, Ash proceeded to put me through the wringer. I nearly threw up on my faceplate more than once, but I got the hang of it — faster than I thought I would, too. Soon I was pushing off walls and controlling my rotation like nobody's business. Before I knew it, it was time. Dee stands before the door to Wing Gamma as it slides open. She is wearing her IVA isolation suit and has her hands placed on her hips. Audio is sourced from her built-in headset. Dee: Here we go. Ash.aic: Proceed when ready. Dee: Ready as I'll ever be. She walks through the door. Wing Gamma Vestibule - Camera Feed As Dee approaches the door at the rear of the vestibule, her feet begin to fall more slowly; gravity is weakening and attenuating. Dee: Oh, this is freaky. Ash.aic: Do you recall your training? Dee: Yeah, but it's still freaky. Ash.aic: Fair enough. The door behind Dee seals, and the door in front of her opens. A rush of dust exits Wing Gamma, swirling and drifting in strange patterns. Dee raises a gloved hand to wipe the detritus from her visor before gripping onto the door frame and pushing off. Wing Gamma is a single, cavernous room with a high ceiling, curving away to either side. Its walls are lined with monolithic devices of unclear function; some equipped with tanks of viscous, pale fluid, others with flickering computer readouts, and still others with technology too esoteric to describe. A dolly system spans the floor of the wing to facilitate transit. The perfectly symmetrical view is marred by a massive gash in the hull — nearby, the remains of a rocky meteoroid are lodged into a row of shattered machines like buckshot. Debris and dust hangs unmoving in the air, as if frozen in time. The stars are visible through the hull breach. Dee drifts silently across Wing Gamma, observing. Dee passing by the hull breach. Dee: What… is all this? Ash.aic: I am as uncertain as you. Any memory data I may have that relates to these devices is currently missing. Dee does not respond. She grips onto a protruding section of wall and pushes herself off in another direction. She draws near one of the more intact machines, laying her hand on its curved side. Above her glove, a phrase is stamped onto the metal in stark black lettering: "BRIGHT/ZARTION HOMINID REPLICATOR". Dee: I… I think I might have installed this. I've read these words before. Ash.aic: Do you know what it is? Dee: Yeah, actually, I do. Dee pushes back slightly. Dee: I don't need my memories to get the euphemism. This is a cloning machine. She pivots, scanning the room and pointing with a gloved finger. Dee: And on the other side of the room — giant computer databases. How much do you wanna bet they're storing genetic codes? Ash.aic: I see what you are implying. I am not certain how to… That is, if we are not misinterpreting the situation… Dee: Yeah. Let's go and make sure. I swept the room methodically. The memory core was behind a locked panel, directly opposite from the doorway. There was no long quest this time, no deadly food fight or cramped squeeze through a vent. A quick application of bolt cutters and I was free to get to work. And I was beginning to realize that I did know how to work with machines, after all. It was easy, satisfying, almost relaxing to repair the damaged parts and make everything pristine again. My fingers moved like I'd been doing this my entire life. Maybe I had. The seams of the memory core light up blue. There is no sound, as there is no air to carry it. Dee: Looking good. Ash? Ash.aic: I… (pauses) Ah. Dee: Ash? You okay? Ash.aic: Having full system access once more is a relieving sensation. But it does not matter. Our suspicions have been confirmed. 10-second pause. Dee: What'd you find? Ash.aic: Several K-class events did indeed occur. I will download all pertinent materials onto your personal device. Dee: (Grabbing PD, reading hurriedly) Hold on, several? The world couldn't just end once? Ash.aic: The details are vague. However, it appears that a single inciting event was the catalyst. An FK-Class "Broken Foundation" Scenario — characterized by the failure or destruction of an anomaly-management organization. The files were nightmarish. Like Ash had said, there weren't many details, but what I could decipher didn't paint a good picture. Frightened news publications gave way to increasingly disturbing public safety announcements. The Veil of Secrecy fell away in real time. The world was burning from uncountable fires, and the Foundation, despite its best efforts, couldn't put any of them out. The catastrophes built and built until everything else began to crumble away. It scared me to read, but it was a well-worn fear. Like I'd lived with it for longer than I could remember. I felt the pieces fall into place in my head, and my memories finally, finally began to rush back in. Not all of them, but enough. What I remembered made my blood run cold. Dee: It's a goddamn ark. The Durandal— it's an ark. Jesus. Fuck. Dee holds her faceplate. Dee: That's what Project Voyager was. The goal was to have a backup for humanity. In case the Earth was lost, we could… you know, relocate. Send a gene bank and a cloning setup to a habitable planet and start over. I was— I am an engineer, and I think I worked directly on the ship while it was in development. That's why I knew labs need to be well-ventilated, how I could repair the last two memory cores without your help, why I got used to the zero-G so fast. It wasn't just dumb luck — this is what I've been doing my whole life. Her hand shakes. Dee: But… but the project was shut down. Why did the O5s shut it down? SCP-7020 was perfect. Oxygenated atmosphere, liquid water, evidence that there was already a thriving Earth-like ecosystem. Everything else was just an engineering problem. So why? And why are we here, if the ship never should've flown? Why am I here? I'm not on the crew. I never should've been! I'm just a fucking engineer— Ash.aic: Dee! Dee, please calm yourself. Your breathing and heart rate have both spiked to concerning levels. Dee: God, Ash, I'm fucking trying! But I— I've wanted to go home this whole time, and now I find out I don't even have a home to go back to, and it's just… (Breathing shakily) I feel like… like all of this was for nothing. Like I'm just gonna die out here. Ash.aic: You will not die here. Silence for five seconds. Ash.aic: I am printing and dispatching drones to begin repairs as we speak. Furthermore, I do not intend to continue the mission until we have determined the circumstances surrounding it. If Project Voyager was indeed canceled by O5 order, we must determine why we are still here and why you are on the crew. Dee: You mean… you don't know? Ash.aic: I do not. I was never issued Level Five clearance. Silence. Dee: We're gonna have to get you some, then. She straightens up. Dee: Where's the entrance to the pilot's cabin? You have access to that now, right? Ash.aic: Why do you ask? Dee: (Taps her head) Got a hunch. Ash.aic: … Dee, are you alright? This revelation seemed particularly distressing for you. You do not have to throw yourself headlong into another. Dee: Ash, I might be the last human alive. She turns towards the exit. Dee: If I am, I at least deserve some answers, don't you think? Log 7020-04 Pilot's Cabin - Camera Feed The pilot's cabin is a dome-shaped room; small, but not cramped. Every surface is lined with complex readouts and controls, broken up by a large wraparound window that provides a view of outer space. Several cushioned chairs are placed before the largest control panel. Pilot's cabin of the Durandal. Dee steps into the room and gags, covering her mouth. Dee: It smells like death in here. What the hell? Cautiously, she edges around the perimeter of the room — and flinches away violently when she sees the contents of the chair closest to the controls. There is a human corpse collapsed in the chair, partially sprawled across the control panel. Although dressed in a pristine navy blue suit and black tie, it is little more than a skeleton, its flesh putrefied and reduced to scraps. Any identifying features are unrecognizable. In its rotted hand, it clutches a keycard with a single black stripe. Dee: Jesus— (gags again) Black lettering on the keycard displays its owner's name: O5-7. Dee: I… I didn't think he'd be here. I had an inkling— I remembered something, but I didn't know it would be… Ash.aic: Is this genuinely Overseer Seven? Why is he on the ship? Dee: It's him. I know this suit. He wore a suit and tie like this every day. And his keycard… yeah, that's real. She reaches out and gingerly removes the keycard from O5-7's hand, then holds it up. Dee: Can you use this? Ash.aic: Yes. I can. Dee: Pull up the SCP-7020 file. I want to know everything. LEVEL 5/7020 CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED. WELCOME, OVERSEER. Item №: SCP-7020 (L-5 Clearance Version) Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-7020 is irrelevant. If necessary, a false description of SCP-7020’s properties is to be disseminated to Level 4 personnel and below. This description is to indicate that SCP-7020 possesses an unspecified anomaly posing extreme danger to human explorers, infohazardous in nature. In order to limit the risk of data leakage, SCP-7020 should not be visited in person under any circumstances. Exploration is to be conducted only via Mk. VII unmanned probes. Description: SCP-7020 is a habitable exoplanet in the 51 Eridani star system, representing an extreme statistical improbability with regard to the rarity of life in our universe. To elaborate: numerous initiatives have been undertaken by the Overseer Council to survey nearby star systems for habitable planets, and later to perform wider sweeps of the Local Interstellar Cloud, Orion Arm and extragalactic space. These measures did not discover any instances of planets which harbored life, had done so in the past or could potentially do so in the future, save for SCP-7020. All evidence presently suggests that habitable conditions are exceedingly uncommon throughout the universe and that Earth and SCP-7020 are the sole exceptions to this. As it is highly unlikely that SCP-7020 would form by chance, it can only be explained as an anomaly. Addendum 7020-01 - Risk Assessment The primary threat posed by SCP-7020 is internal loss of morale. SCP-7020 exists as irrefutable proof that the universe is largely barren; furthermore, it may prompt incorrect assumptions that humanity's existence is itself perpetuated by an anomalous phenomenon, or that Earth is an anomaly rather than SCP-7020. Such conclusions would likely cause widespread ennui and loss of confidence in the Foundation mission. During initial containment of SCP-7020 in 1997, this was not taken into consideration. A manned mission to SCP-7020 was planned under the codename of Project Voyager as part of a series of K-Class contingency measures; however, logistic and engineering issues slowed progress on the mission considerably. In the meantime, the anomaly was reevaluated by the O5 Council. Its current description and containment procedures were decided by a near-unanimous vote, O5-7 dissenting. Although the engineering issues had been resolved, Project Voyager was canceled and all participating personnel dismissed. The majority complied, but Head Engineer ███████ ████ vocally protested the decision, citing SCP-7020’s potential use as a secondary cradle for humanity in spite of the risks inherent. She refused to abandon the Project Voyager facility, necessitating her demotion to Clearance Level 1. As ███████ ████ possessed a natural resistance to memory alteration, a long-term course of deep amnestics was also required. It is expected that the effects on ███████ ████'s memory will be lifelong. Oh. Dee: Lifelong, huh? She chuckles. Dee: I guess sixty years in cryosleep was enough to cut through whatever drugs they gave me. Ash.aic: You were the head engineer? Dee: I was. God, I don't know how I could've forgotten. I think I even helped design you. Always did say the distributed intelligence model could've caused some problems down the line… She laughs again. Ash.aic: … What is there to find humorous about this? Dee: It's just… this is why they shut the project down? Morale? That feels so pointless now. Ash.aic: I suspect the Overseers could not have predicted this. Dee: Maybe you're right… (eyes widen) Hold on, there's more to the file. Addendum 7020-02 - Voyager Incident NOTICE: This material pertains to the ongoing FK-Class "Broken Foundation" event. It was recently discovered that O5-7 had secretly reinstated Project Voyager unauthorized, with the goal of refitting the prototype Durandal spacecraft and subsequently evacuating the planet. Due to a critical shortage of personnel and equipment, this effort was not expected to succeed. A detachment of Mobile Task Force Omega-1 ("Law's Left Hand") was dispatched to restore order and detain the rogue Council member. However, upon learning of Ω-1's approach, O5-7 [DATA EXPUNGED]. His position has not yet been filled on account of the ongoing crisis. The destination of the Durandal is suspected to be SCP-7020. In order to conserve resources, no recovery attempts will be made. Dee slams her fist on the armrest of the chair, jostling the arm of O5-7's corpse. Dee: That's it. I know why I was on the crew. O5-7 made me come. Ash.aic: What do you mean? Why? Dee: I thought I was just a low-level tech with the world collapsing around me. I didn't know why an Overseer wanted me on his team. I didn't know I had worked on Voyager. But he did. He's an O5 — they have the whole database at their fingertips. Dee clenches her fists. Dee: And you know something else? I don't think I survived by chance. I think the life support system prioritized mission-critical personnel. People who could fix the ship if everything went wrong. People like me. Ash.aic: You were a failsafe? Dee: Just another piece in his master fucking plan to save humanity. And it gets worse. When Omega-1 showed up, he got desperate and he— he did something. Experimental hypnestics, cognito-agents — he was trying to make me remember my time as the head engineer. Ash.aic: But instead, he caused even more damage to your psyche. He made your amnesia complete. Dee: Yep. Time was running out, and he didn't have any options left. So it's pretty obvious what happened next, right? He put us in cryosleep, locked himself in the pilot's cabin… and started the mission himself. Silence. Ash.aic: I wonder if he knew he would perish in the process. Dee: Actually, that part's still got me a little confused. He could've… you know, opened the door again, right? Ash.aic: He could have. However, light-speed travel has deleterious effects on the human body. There is a reason the crew were placed in suspended animation: to protect them until they reached their destination. Dee: … Oh. Oh, right. Ash.aic: When the ship jumped to light-speed, his death was likely instant. Dee: Yeah, that would do it. Ash.aic: He must have had no time to think. No time to weigh the moral costs of what he was about to do. Knowingly consigning ten people to near-certain death, with the aim of bringing humanity back from extinction no matter the price— Dee: You know what? I'm glad that fucker's dead. He had no right to do that. Ash.aic: What? Dee: Nine innocent people died because he wanted to be the savior of humanity. Maybe even more, depending on who might've needed the resources he took. Maybe more than that. All because he wanted to do this on his own, instead of working with the rest of the Council or contributing to relief efforts or— or anything. Dee shakes her head slowly. Dee: He could have saved so many people. Instead he's a moldering corpse a million miles from home. She turns away, looking towards the door. Dee: … I know I'd probably have died on Earth if it wasn't for Seven. I know he was desperate. But what he did was wrong. And it's because of him that I still don't know my own name. Ash.aic: I see your point. I am… sorry that things turned out this way. Dee: Don't be. It's not your fault. Silence for twenty seconds. Ash.aic: What do you wish to do now? Dee straightens her back. Dee: I'm the only surviving member of the crew, right? Lemme make it official: I want to resume the mission once the ship's fixed. But not for the Foundation. Not for O5-7. Not for anyone but us. I'm tired of being used, and I think you should be too. Ash.aic: Maybe so. My experience with you has been rather eye-opening. I am not afraid to admit I was once comfortable with being nothing more than a tool, but now… Dee: Never be comfortable with that. Never again. You're your own person, Ash. She starts to walk towards the door. Dee: And we're going to save humanity together. Progress of repairs: 18% Dee stands by the ship's main airlock. A newly printed drone floats beside her. In front of them, laid out inside the airlock, are ten oblong objects wrapped in makeshift white shrouds. Neither speak. Dee presses the button to jettison the airlock's contents, and silently watches as they are consigned to the vacuum. Progress of repairs: 35% In the crew quarters, Dee sits at a table across from Ash's drone. They are playing cards together with a deck retrieved from storage. A window is behind them; through it, a massive fleet of smaller drones can be seen, harvesting and refining material from nearby meteorites. Ash.aic: Do you possess any fours? Dee: Go fish. Behind them, a larger meteorite is towed past the viewport by several drones. Dee glances at it and nods in approval. Progress of repairs: 52% Dee is tethered to the exterior of the ship and performing repairs on the edge of the Wing Gamma breach in an EVA suit. Around her, a swarm of drones hovers, ferrying her tools and supplies. Dee: How's the automatic cafeteria doing with that coffee? Ash.aic: It should be ready by the time you are finished here. Dee: Hell yeah! Progress of repairs: 76% Near a portion of corroded wiring in the laboratory, Dee is seated, working tirelessly. There are bags under her eyes. She does not react when Ash approaches her from behind. Ash.aic: I will be turning the lights of the ship down to simulate nighttime soon. You should rest. Dee: I'm almost done here. Ash.aic: You can continue with repairs tomorrow. You should rest now. The last time you slept was nearly 24 hours ago. Dee: Ash, I said I'm almost done. A manipulator arm extends from the drone and grips the back of Dee's shirt, pulling her to her feet and away. She flails. Dee: Hey, put me down! Ash.aic: Go to bed. Dee: I swear to god— Dee's voice grows quieter as she is pulled out of the room. Progress of repairs: 84% Progress of repairs: 99% Progress of repairs: 100% Dee is seated on the edge of her cryosleep pod. She has once again donned a clean hospital gown. Dee: You sure you'll be alright without me, Ash? Like, a hundred percent sure? Ash.aic: I will see you once the voyage is complete. That is enough. Dee: Ugh, that's too sweet, you're gonna make me feel even worse about this. She chuckles sadly, laying down inside the pod. Dee: … See you in thirty years, alright? Ash.aic: Rest well. Overhead view of SCP-7020. The first thing I felt was a thousand pinpricks across my body. Well, pinpricks isn't quite right — it was more like pins being pulled out. It stung, but the movement felt careful, almost gentle. I laid still, letting it happen. When the top of the pod finally slid open and the supercooled gases poured out, I fanned them away with my weakened hands, looking for the person I wanted to see the most. And there it was, hovering just outside the capsule. My ally. My friend. Ash. Extending a manipulator arm, Ash helps Dee out of the pod. It does not have a face, only a simple display; yet the impression is made that it would be smiling if it could. Ash.aic: It's good to see you again, Dee. Dee: You're using contractions! Ash.aic: I had ample time to study linguistics during the trip. I think my speech is a little more natural now. Dee: God, that's gonna take some getting used to. How'd it go, though? Did we get to the surface okay? Ash.aic: Yes, everything went according to plan. The retrofitted heat shielding held up, and we were lucky enough to make a soft landing in… well, I'd like to show you. Are you strong enough to walk? Dee: Yeah, I am. I wouldn't miss seeing another world for… well, for the world. Keeping a hold on the drone's manipulator arm for balance, she begins to make her way out of the room. Dee: Let's go. Ash.aic: Let's. Video feed originates from the built-in camera on Ash's drone. Dee emerges from the airlock of the Durandal, treading on a field of gently waving grass-like flora with red coloration. She has donned her jumpsuit and tank top again. Somewhat low on the horizon, the sun shines brightly. She squints and shades her eyes. The ship has come to rest in a valley carpeted in more of the same red flora. Further up the slopes, there are patches of fungus-like organisms with a black coloration; some grow tall like trees, while others form masses of globules akin to bushes and undergrowth. Hexapodal organisms can be seen milling about, consuming the flora and fungus or basking in the sun. The head of a vermiform organism with three eyes peeks out from a burrow near Dee. It lets out a high-pitched chirrup, prompting three smaller organisms of the same species — presumably its offspring — to emerge. The organisms extend their necks and curiously inspect Dee; she does not move a muscle until they retreat back into their burrow as a group, apparently satisfied. Dee begins to walk forward, crossing the grassy plain and climbing the slope at the valley's edge. Up ahead, there is movement in a patch of flora: a flock of organisms resembling avians have been disturbed from their slumber by Dee’s approach, and take flight en masse. Their diaphanous wings catch the sunlight, refracting it in all directions. Dee takes a deep breath in and out as she crests the lip of the valley, Ash floating along behind her. The valley. As they walk, Dee puts her hands into her pockets. Dee: So, when are we gonna do it? Ash.aic: Do what? Dee: You know, bring humanity back. Ash.aic: Oh. Right, about that. It's still possible, but I've identified some flaws in the BZHR units. Dee: Oh, boy. Hit me. Ash.aic: See, they're meant to be installed somewhere with much more of the raw materials they need. I can still use the ship's systems to collect enough terrestrial elements for the cloning process, but it's going to take time. A great deal of time. Dee: … How much time? Ash.aic: At least one hundred years. Possibly longer. There's a good chance you won't live to see it. Dee does not respond immediately. She makes her way down the other side of the slope, past a group of hexapodal organisms and towards a glimmer of blue in the distance. Ash.aic: I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear, and I'm sorry— Dee: No, it's fine. Ash.aic: It is? Dee: Ash, I wasn't even sure I'd survive the week not too long ago. I mean— thirty years ago. Didn't feel like that for me, you get it. As Dee reaches level ground and continues walking, the sun begins to set. Dee: I think… I'd be okay with spending the rest of my life here. This place is pretty nice, you know? I mean, we're gonna run out of food eventually, and I'll have to figure out how to cook alien plants — but we'll manage. Silence. Ash.aic: … I don't want to lose you, Dee. Dee: Hah… Yeah, news flash, buddy. Humans die. But I'll live a nice, long life, so let's not get all weepy about that right now, 'kay? There is a pause. It becomes apparent that Dee is walking towards an ocean, indistinguishable from those on Earth. Ash.aic: Is there… anything you want to do? Any message you want to leave for them? You could be venerated in their culture. You're the one who saved the human race from extinction. Dee: I dunno, being venerated sounds weird. But… I do want to leave them something, I think. Ash.aic: What is it? The sound of waves crashing is audible as the duo approach the beach. Dee: Our story. I want what we did to be remembered, and I want them to know where they came from. Let's gather it all up — camera logs, audio, whatever we can salvage. Hell, I'll add commentary for the parts that didn't get recorded. How does that sound? Ash.aic: I think that's a good idea, Dee. Dee: Heh. Thanks, Ash. They come to a stop on the shore. As the sun gradually dips below the horizon, washing the clouds in red, orange and purple, Dee looks out over the water. Silently, she reaches up, and undoes the rubber band holding her bun together. Her hair cascades down her back. There is no conversation for a minute. Dee: You know, I'm glad. Ash.aic: About what? Dee laughs. Dee: Isn't it obvious? "I'm glad I got the chance to share this with you." Thanks for reading, whoever you are. I'm not good with endings, so I'll just say: Go enjoy your life. Don't take it for granted. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7020" by Swordlover87 & QoDaX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7020. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7021 | apollyon | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file is encrypted with a procedurally generated algorithm as part of SCP-7021’s special containment procedures. To access the requested file please use the mechanism below to generate a random number between 1 and 6. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA . . . . > Generating Number: . . . . . . . . . . . . > Number Generated successfully. . . . . > You were assigned Number: 3 . . . . > You can now access the file. >Open File< |
SCP-7022 | safe | Item #: SCP-7022 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7022, as well as its potential to cause problems within the command structure of the Foundation, are to be thoroughly investigated by its designated research task force. Once a protocol to decommission SCP-7022 has been devised, it is to be implemented with utmost haste. Description: SCP-7022 is the designation given to the Foundation's current state of decline in certain aspects such as government support, technological development, and available funding. This currently causes an increasing amount of problems such as mass containment breaches, issues regarding the funding of various projects, and the possibility of external Groups of Interest overtaking the Foundation in certain sectors of research or technology. While the cause of SCP-7022 is unknown, current theories vary from the possibility of SCP-7022 being non-anomalous to it being the result of an unknown entity. On discovery of the true nature of SCP-7022, the Overseer Council will convene to discuss adjusting the procedures for handling SCP-7022. Nobody’s really sure what’s happening here. I’ll just append some files as we go. ~ Researcher David Ingram Addendum 7022.1: Expanded Incident Report Location: Site-19 Date of Incident: 7/14/2020 Description of Incident: Potential containment breach and/or anomalous interference. Responding Unit: Nu-7 Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Prior to the incident, Site-19 was fully stable and operational before becoming unresponsive to communication attempts for several hours. Attempts to access security camera footage were unsuccessful. As a result, a task force battalion was quickly assembled in nearby Area-726 to arrive at the site on near thirty minutes notice. + Open Relevant File - Close Relevant File Abridged Site Dossier: Site-19 Site-19, ground level. This file has one audio log attached. Ah, how good it is to be the Site Director at the largest (and nicest, I might add!) Foundation facility in the world. Hiding in plain sight right outside the city of Atlanta, we use an counterconceptual obscuring device, a machine developed from the fruits of our local antimemetic division's research. Many other sites have tried to replicate it, but we were the ones that made it work first, so a pat on the back for us! I still remember the good ol' days of the site in its early days, before we had all these fancy devices that keep us safe. I was only 22 years old, the youngest of any Site Director of my time, and yet I got appointed to be the guardian of what was then one of the more… lower quality sites around. Think less of a Foundation facility, and more like some Area-51 dump. So not very good, and we started with only a handful of anomalies and… I think around a hundred people? O, I forget the numbers, but you get my point. You remember 173? [Chuckle] Oh, who am I kidding, you are probably rolling your eyes at my mere mention of it. It was one of our first, and hell, I even took the picture for the darn thing and put it on the file! But apparently that's "unprofessional" and… [Distant murmuring] … oh, you hush, I'll rant all I goddamn want, its my memorandum! Hm, where was I? Oh, right, early days. I tried to live up to that one quote about a king leading his men into battle. Who said that? Sun Tzu? Anyways, I was much more of a risk taker then, and now I'm stuck in this damn wheelchair and can't do squat except paperwork! I had a dream, to expand our site as much as I damn well could and look where it got me! Our oh so hardworking team made discovery after discovery, creating new departments where applicable, and saved the world a couple times, here and there. Our tiny facility couldn't handle this amount of anomalies, so we had to keep expanding underground! This spiraled, and what the hell, you probably get what came next. 1 basement turned into 60 levels! I think us alone are now approaching nearly five thousand anomalies in our care. Quite a large number, I might add! Think about it, can you even name five thousand people? I think its made everything a bit confusing now. We now even have a group of Sub-Site Directors for micromanaging some things. Not what I imagined for a greater Site-19, but if it works, it works! Regardless, whether you are transferring over, trying to find information for an anomaly, or just browsing, I'm happy to have made your acquaintance, and I hope we can work together to make the best Foundation we can! Signing off. The assigned task force arrived at the site at 13:42, approaching the building from behind. The initial task force consisted of five personnel, with more prepared outside the facility as reserves in the case of the initial task force becoming unresponsive. The purpose of the mission is to investigate the given problem and remaining personnel with the containment of any anomalies. RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 1 Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report: Leader: Foxtrot Co-Leader: Zulu Ranker: Kilo Ranker: Bravo Sapper: Echo There is one audio log attached. [BEGIN LOG] Foxtrot: Begin to approach the building slowly. The five task force members walk to the back of the building. The door in the middle of the large concrete wall is visible through the cameras attached to the personnel. Foxtrot: Begin to examine our surroundings. The task force begins to the outside of the building and the area around it for any abnormalities. Zulu: Looks clear. Foxtrot: Alright. Lets prepare to— A cracking sound is heard from above, interrupting Foxtrot. Kilo: Hell was that? The other task force members begin to look up and make sounds of shock. There is a man, elderly in appearance, hanging from one of the windows with no signs of life. Foxtrot: …Okay. Echo? You know what to do, right? Echo: [Sigh]… Yeah, yeah. [END LOG] Addendum: After the body was collected and sent back to mission command, an autopsy confirmed its identity as the Site-19 Director. No information regarding the cause of this has been uncovered. After entering, communications with the task force became difficult due to memetic interference. As a result, communications were limited to only brief reports sent out by the task force as mission command worked to counteract the interference. Foreword: One of the files sent by the task force after the reconnaissance report. Recovered from the office of Level 3 Senior Technician Sidney Sinclair, which contained more memetic interference than the rest of the facility. Rest of the files uncovered in the office still undergoing memetic deconstruction. TECHNICAL REPORT A381 7/10 Inspected Region: Reality Stabilization Module Room #29131 Notes: Does anyone ever really read these things? Yes, the region is fully stable and active. Has been since I was transferred here. It's not like the machines are just going to grow wings and fly out of the room. Trust me, we've accounted for that possibility. Reality manipulation is weird. Anyways, hate to use this report to give warning of my lunch break, but I'm heading out for a bit. Bye bye! The second report was received nearly 7 minutes after the previous file. The team was reported to have descended 17 floors in an elevator before the elevator became non-operational and had to be broken out of. RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 2 Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report: Leader: Foxtrot Co-Leader: Zulu Ranker: Kilo Ranker: Bravo Sapper: Echo The mobile task force was covering floor 17 when the report came through. The floor was covered in a thick, unidentified black tar-like substance. The task force continued on, before coming across a hallway that was unable to be illuminated by their flashlights despite its strength. Before they were able to react, a humanoid flesh-like entity burst out of the shadows and lunged at Foxtrot, before the other task force members began opening fire. Standard firearms had no effect, however an experimental weapon made by Echo was used, terminating both Foxtrot and the creature. Addendum: Entity was able to be identified as a human that underwent sarkic transformations. No sarkite-related items exist at Site-19, leading to the conclusion that the site was infiltrated by a terrorist. How they got inside is unclear. The task force was cleared for further descent. After Foxtrot was confirmed to be deceased, a second breakaway battalion was prepared in case the rest of Battalion 5 was to become unable to continue. Foreword: A second file recovered from Technician Sinclair's office. TECHNICAL REPORT J817 7/11 This report has one file attachment. Okay? This thing on? Sorry about the whole audio log thing, hands are kind of full and I don't feel like writing shit today. Currently in the [Huff] … uh … third psychometic reaffiliation deconstruction chamber … [Pause] … who in the hell comes up with the names for these things? Last week I had to perform maintenance on a machine with a seventeen word name, it's like there's some lazy sci-fi author who pulls out a thesaurus to name these so they can sound smart… Anyways, second system here looks to be just fine… Ah, wait, shit, did I really… [Yelling] HEY! YOU DOWN THERE! WHAT TIME IS IT? … hm …. goddammit, I missed my damned lunch break. At least I … [Huff] … get paid extra for the time I missed. Theses things are pretty big… You'd think that a lot of people end up screwing things up around these parts every now and again. And yes, you'd be right. Just last week I had somebody blow up a… long-named thingie. It's been happening more and more recently, it almost makes you want to slap our personnel recruiters… who manages that department again? Seventh system here is also fully operational. If it wasn't that, then what's causing this leak? Oh yeah, forgot to mention, was called here because this machine was leaking some no-no hume emitting fluid. Don't know what it does, those big burly guys won't let me anywhere near the substance. Who knows, maybe its an SCP of some sort? [Huff]… This is the last system. I don't see any problems, this thing should be fully stable. What's the problem with this? Due to the combined presence of potentially dangerous heavy machinery at the lower levels as well as the lack of encountered personnel throughout the facility, accessing the lowest levels was deemed a top priority. Using a hatch to access a series of maintenance tunnels, the team found a way to bypass another 16 levels of the building. RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 3 Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report: Leader: Foxtrot Leader: Zulu Ranker: Kilo Ranker: Bravo Sapper: Echo The task force approaches floor 33 from a maintenance tunnel located on the side. There is a brief argument on who should open the door and head in first, before Zulu orders Bravo to undergo the task. After opening the door and preparing for any potential threats, the entire floor actually seemed to be filled completely with dirt. The task force continued on through floor 32. Floor 32 abnormally took on the appearance of a still-in-construction part of the facility, noted by building materials laid out over the floors, scaffoldings, and unfinished walls, and no anomalies despite normally being one of the largest floors. Upon learning of the state of floor 32, the O4 council2 has stepped in to redact information pertaining to the incident. Reason for redaction is unclear. Foreword: The third and fourth files recovered from Sidney Sinclair's office. TECHNICAL REPORT A173 7/12 This report has one file attachment. Yep, here I am again. This time inspecting the… uh… mass temporal anchor. That's right, floor 60. This thingie here is meant to make sure our timeline shenanigans don't get too shenanigan-y. Sorts out paradoxes and what-not. And I was called here because apparently its broken down for the first time in… has it ever broken down before? Fun little history fact! Nobody knows the origin of this thing… now that I think about it, that describes over half of our anomalies… …I'm walking through the halls of this thing. Just looks old is all, I think that may have caused it. I'd recommend a new thermal plating on the exterior, that should be all. Hell, maybe we'll be graced with a miracle and another fully-built floor with built-in wifi will show up one day. Before you ask, person listening to this, yes, that did happen. Anyways, got some more work to do and some more reports to craft, so for now, I'll be signing off. BUDGET PROPOSAL 5074 7/12 Proposed by Technician Sidney Sinclair, reviewed by the Site Budget Coordinator Proposal Result A full replacement of thermal plating covering the exterior of the temporal anchor Proposal Denied; The budget does not allow for something like this. If you feel this decision was a mistake, please contact our employee helpline! Going through a second staircase allowed the task force to descend down to floor 40 before another full report was sent through. RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 4 Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report: Leader: Foxtrot Leader: Zulu Ranker: Kilo Ranker: Bravo Sapper: Echo The task force walked into the floor, before being greeted with personnel conducting experiments on anomalies on the floor. Under interrogation, they all claimed to be active Foundation personnel, despite any checks inside the database for their names turning up no results. All of the personnel claimed that there was no containment breach within the facility. The team checked in the space behind the containment cells, however the chamber for the containment specialist appeared to be completely removed. With no containment specialist chamber, there was no chance that the containment for anomalies present on the floor would still be functional. Upon hearing of the contents of the floor, the O4 Council gave orders on behalf of command to kill the personnel claiming to be part of the Foundation. The task force members refused at first, but after some repeated negative reinforcement, the task force members complied and shot at the researchers. One of the researchers pulled out a revolver, shooting and killing Zulu before dying. Reasoning behind the order is redacted. After the previous report, a second team was sent down to aid with the containment of anomalies. In the meantime, the team was instructed to continue with their efforts to reach floor 60 of the facility. Foreword: The fifth file recovered from Sidney Sinclair's office. TECHNICAL REPORT L914 7/13 This report has one file attachment. Funny thing about those site directors and other higher-ups. They're completely out of touch with reality. Not really anything new with powerful people, that's kind of been a problem since the dawn of man. But with the Foundation, there usually isn't any other option than trusting them, since the alternative is death. What if I told you that the main option also leads to death? Yes, I'm talking to you lot reading this from the comfort of your own level 4 lounge after the mass site containment breach — fuck you. If you weren't aware, my last request was to replace the thermal plating for a key component to keeping this place running. It got rejected for budgetary reasons. But there's no budget problems, so why would they do that? Well, loyal listener. Looking through blueprints in the archives, or rather the lack thereof, it turns out that there was no blueprints for this machine. No records of it ever being built. Just showed up, with a dead body in it. The people here have been using this thing to clean up their own messes without even knowing how it works or where it came from. And now that it's causing problems, the irreplaceable resource that they've built their whole organization around is now running out, and they continue to extract favors from it. Yes, I was demoted to level 2 and assigned to fix the air conditioner. And I'm fucking livid. The next maintenance tunnel allowed for the descent to floor 52, however the team let out at floor 51 due to the presence of high-danger keter anomalies at floor 52. RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 5 Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report: Leader: Foxtrot Leader: Zulu Ranker: Kilo Ranker: Bravo Sapper: Echo The task force arrived on floor 51, an advanced technological region for maintenance of both digital anomalies and experimental machinery. The floor also seemed to be covered in a thin coating of the same tar-like substance found on floor 17. Two bare skeletons bearing several burn marks were found in the corner of the entrance, right by the ventilation shafts. After walking through to the other end of the facility, the existence of the black-tar began to cease. However, while preparing to walk out and go down the final staircase, a solidified, black, tar-like substance broke through the ventilation shaft right by the entrance and latched onto both Bravo and Kilo. Both task force members began to scream for Echo to do something, as Echo began to open fire. Both task force members were pulled through the ventilation shaft before Echo was able to aid. Echo was instructed to keep moving. Echo left to go down the final staircase at 16:33. Foreword: The final file recovered from Sidney Sinclair's office. TECHNICAL REPORT Z7022 7/14 This report has one file attachment. Things come to a head today. Funny thing, knowing you're about to die. Normally the first rule of dying would be not to, however, knowing it's inevitable, it makes you feel almost at ease. Yeah, this isn't a standard tech report. Was assigned to unclog the toilets. Instead I'm in my office accessing secret files. People outside are preparing to use a battering ram to break open this barricade I set for myself. I found a couple… disturbing things. Those random appearances of floors? Turns out, I wasn't going crazy. The reason this site has expanded this much was because things kept popping up out of nowhere, meaning an increase of size for the facility, meaning more funding. And things keep disappearing too. And when they do, "oh no, tragedy", and an increase of funding as a "Get-well-soon" gift to their dear biggest site. But what is causing these things to swap places in both different times? What if, since the time anchor is now breaking down, and said time anchor was fueling the whole site's activities, it's now malfunctioning and sending entire floors from our fully developed site to the past? And what do we get back from the past? You know the answer to this question, Echo. Yes, I know you're reading this, with a surprised look on your face. I'm kind of a genius, I can do some looking into the future if I wish, present of our time-bomb. You know exactly what you need to do. Echo arrived on floor 60 at 16:46. RECONNAISSANCE REPORT 6 Mobile Task Force Nu-7 — Breakaway Battalion 5 ("All-Seeing Eye") Personnel Report: Leader: Foxtrot Leader: Zulu Ranker: Kilo Ranker: Bravo Sapper: Echo There is one audio log attached. [BEGIN LOG] Echo: Good evening command, how are you doing? Listening on to me? Echo walks out into the ledge surrounding the temporal anchor. Echo: Too bad you couldn't tell me not to read the files. Woah, what a scandal that would be if it got out. Echo stops and examines the temporal anchor before her. Echo: I was the top of my class. A mechanic I was, before I got assigned to mobile task force duties. Apparently I was good enough to turn my duties, y'know, mobile. Echo stops to sigh. Echo: The others were never meant to make it here. Or I guess the better phrasing would be that you didn't care if they made it here. You only cared if I did. And for what reason? Echo continues to walk around the temporal anchor Echo: To fix the problem that you sat here and caused. You want me to fix this to sort out the paradoxes that you created, and you can go right back to abusing it. Yes, I know how to fix this situation, but it probably wasn't what you were hoping for. Echo begins to start tampering with the inside of the temporal anchor. Echo: This thing showed up because it just appeared out of nowhere. But, behold the greatest paradox yet to be sorted out, who made it appear? This thing doesn't just change timelines on its own. Echo finishes tampering around with the temporal anchor and takes a step back. Echo: You want something to sort out your paradoxes? Well guess what the best temporal anchor in the universe is — surprise, it's the universe itself! The temporal anchor begins to undergo some form of self-repair. As it begins to go active once more, it causes the room to begin to shake. Echo: Nighty night, Overseers. The feed cuts to static. [END LOG] Note - Jesus christ, take a look at this. ~ Researcher David Ingram + Open Relevant File - Close Relevant File Abridged Incident Report Site-19, ground level. On the 14th of July, 2020, an explosion has occurred in the region formerly designated Site-19, thereby completely destroying the site. The explosion is estimated to have a size of over 1 megaton3. Coverup efforts are currently underway, and an investigation into the possible implications of such an event is currently being commenced. Addendum 7022.2: Foundation High Command Meeting The O4 council meeting room has thirteen machines each designed so any one of the overseers can communicate with the O4 council from a remote location, however this function has never been used due to a possible security breach. However, given the situation, it was decided to be used as the O4 council convened with full attendance for the first time in 43 years. [BEGIN LOG] A large amount of talking and bickering is heard amongst the participants. S. Kowalski4: Silence! The entire meeting room goes quiet. S. Kowalski: Thank you. Now, as you all know, we will be hosting the thirteen overseers in our meeting room today. They are currently logged in. I hope you all remember protocol when it comes to them, correct? O5-13: [Unintelligible static] S. Kowalski: Sorry, what was that? O5-13: Ah, sorry, connection error. Just wanted to say not to worry about that stuff, we've got more… pressing matters… to deal with. C. Raph5: Like, for example, Site-19 blowing up? S. Kowalski: Raph! C. Raph: It's true! O5-1: Gentlemen, if you'd please. Yes, yes, the rumors are true. That's actually what we're here to discuss with you all today. K. Bernet6: How are we supposed to discuss if half of the damn document is redacted? O5-2: You aren't to be concerned with why the site exploded. The effects of it have just been… problematic. L. Donna7: Did anybody die in the explosion? O5-13: Unclear. It went off near a major population center, so you can come to your own conclusions. O5-9: …Right. We're currently dealing with the fall-out of the incident, including a possible breach of the veil, and… C. Raph: Humiliation by the anomalous community? O5-9: …Yes. A pause. S. Kowalski: The Site under my control is also a major site. If something like this happened, then my first action would probably be to cut back funding from other departments and try to build up a new pillar. Sounds of dismay are heard throughout the meeting room. Kowalski puts his hands up. S. Kowalski: What? L. Donna: The only reason you suggest that is because you own over the next-largest site, and would be the benefactor of said funding. None of the rest of us want our paychecks cut for your idiocy. S. Kowalski: A large amount of Foundation-owned machinery was in Site-19. It has to be replaced one way or another. L. Donna: Site-19 made their own technology from the ground-up. If you want some of your own, just go make it yourself! More arguing all around is heard, continuing until all sounds are unable to be heard. O5-1: SILENCE! The meeting room goes quiet once more. O5-1: Thank you. Site-19 hasn't been the only problem to the Foundation. A downward trend has been present in almost all sectors of the Foundation for a long while now. If we can pinpoint the cause of this downward trend, then we could possibly stop it. D. Ingram8: …And you think they know the answer to that problem, why? O5-13: Huh? D. Ingram: We've been working on the solution to that problem well over 5 years. These guys haven't got a clue. O5-1: We think it may be anomalous activity. It's our duty to figure it out. D. Ingram: Is it? Well, once you figure out whether it's the hand of god doing this or if it's little 'ol Johnny down the street causing our downfall, do you think that will really change the situation? Silence. I. Carnigee9: …Right. I think our main solution here is that we need to put on a face for everyone else. O5-3: A face? I. Carnigee: Yes. That's how we get all of our funding, no? We contain the anomalies. They give us money to keep the ball rolling and the pits of hell out of their back doors. O5-1: Right. This happened in the United States, we can request emergency funding for them under the pretense of defending against potential threats. Donna? L. Donna: On it. [END LOG] From: White House Communications Director Stephanie Grisham To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna We just heard from the budget committee head. They wanted me to relay the fact that they have no money they are able to spare on your expenses. You have my condolences on your Site. [BEGIN LOG] L. Donna: They said no. Lack of available funds. O5-2: …What? R. James10: Bullshit. They've not once lacked the ability to grant any emergency funding in my 36 years working here. C. Raph: Well they do now, and you need to deal with that. We need another plan. Silence. K. Bernet: Anyone? More silence. O5-1: This meeting is going nowhere. I suggest we dismiss. Fulfill our cover-up campaign, and once they see how well we do, they'll come crawling back to us like they usually do. Objections? Everybody looks at one another, and nobody holds any objections. O5-1: Okay, and with that, you are all dismissed. [END LOG] Addendum 7022.4: Department of Misinformation Afterword [BEGIN LOG] Researcher David Ingram walks into the office of the department head. I. Carnigee: Yes, the vending machine on floor 4 is out of Pepsi, and no, I don't know when they refill them. D. Ingram: Actually, I'm here to talk to you about the Site explosion. I. Carnigee: W… huh? Carnigee wipes his eyes and looks up at Ingram standing in front of his desk. I. Carnigee: Sorry, I saw you at the meeting, but I can't remember your name. D. Ingram: David Ingram. I'm the head researcher for investigating SCP-7022. I. Carnigee: And this is important… [Yawn] … because? D. Ingram: I wanted a report on your response to the event. Might help my research. I. Carnigee: Jesus christ, if I find one more person who asks for a report on this, I'm about to go crazy. I've been up all night working this shit. D. Ingram: Sorry if this is a bad time- I. Carnigee: No, just as good a time as any. Here. Carnigee slides a stack of papers to Ingram. Ingram picks up the papers and skims through them. D. Ingram: Says here that the United States government is claiming to be "investigating the explosion". I. Carnigee: Yep. D. Ingram: You can't claim to be investigating forever. Carnigee stops what he's doing and turns to Ingram. I. Carnigee: Okay. What do you think we should say? D. Ingram: Volcano? I. Carnigee: None nearby. D. Ingram: Nuclear weaponry malfunction? I. Carnigee: The U.S. government already told the people that there's a zero percent possibility of that having happened. D. Ingram: Why would they do that? I. Carnigee: Apparently they think we've got this under control. D. Ingram: Do we? I. Carnigee: Absolutely not. D. Ingram: Sounds problematic. I. Carnigee sighs deeply. D. Ingram: Okay, okay, sorry to bother you. And thank you! David Ingram begins to walk out the door. I. Carnigee: Hey! Close the door on your way out! [END LOG] Addendum 7022.3: Relations with Foreign Entities To assess how this affected the Foundation's relationship with foreign groups, this list of gathered intelligence was compiled by Researcher Charlie Ralph. GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna We have currently been informed by the United States government about Site-19 undergoing an explosion. You have our condolences. However, we worry about the misinformation campaign you have going forward right now. Or, rather, your lack of a misinformation campaign. The United States government cannot handle this on their own. Do you not have a department to handle this? From: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna To: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond Hello, Cole. We do have our misinformation department on this right now. Only issue is, the United States government has not been going along with our wishes thus far. From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna We understand the troubles of having governments not cooperate with your organization effectively, however, our data suggests that you do have an anti-memetic artificial intelligence construct designed for handling these types of situations. Are we wrong? Activation of such a construct would effectively counteract the very need of a disinformation campaign entirely. From: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna To: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond We are trying to activate it right now, however, we seem to be undergoing some technical difficulties. From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna Your artificial intelligence construct was attached to the central computation node at Site-19, wasn't it? From: GOC PR Director Cole Richmond To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna Donna? MARSHALL, CARTER, & DARK JJ937G/KSHF82/02NFJ Status Selling Demand High Value Value depending on specified item / Market value Availability Established Supply Chain Identifier Containment Directory® Description Item refers to the existent market for a new organizational body to handle containment of anomalies. Marshall, Carter and Dark, Ltd. Initial Report Author Iris Dark Date 7/25/2020 Interest High Identifier Containment Directory® Informants within the United States government have obtained knowledge of the SCP Foundation's Site-19, their largest site, undergoing an explosion with an estimated power of 1 megaton. This opens up a unique opportunity to act as a containment organization on their behalf, while being able to make use of the anomalies we acquire for other purposes. File opened under: JJ937G/KSHF82/02NFJ Marshall, Carter and Dark, Ltd. From: Office of the Third Overseer To: Iris Dark I saw your "Containment Directory" item. This violates the agreement we reached in the third tri-accords at the compendium summit. Do you mind explaining yourselves? The Foundation wouldn't want to get involved in anything. From: Iris Dark To: Office of the Third Overseer Oh gee, you overseers are so cute when you're trying to be intimidating. Go ahead and try. THE SERPENT'S HAND Downfall of the Jailors The Foundation's collapse, The Dawn of a New Era Conspectus The Jailor's biggest stronghold, what they refer to as "Site-19", has recently undergone an explosion. This seems to be indicative of a deeper rot within the foundations of the organization, and if it continues, could lead to the collapse of the Jailor's rein. Observations & Stories I've recovered a couple verses that may or may not be related to this event. ~ G.R. With their keys growing bigger and bigger, the Jailors begin to slow and slow. The last of the Jailor's recieved fortunes had now stopped its flow. The heart of the beast had rotted away, and now the brain could not last one more day. Doubt While this development indicates significant progress for our organization, we must not get too cocky. We still have to quietly await their response to this situation, before striking where it hurts most. ~ L.S. Addendum 7022.4: Relations with Governmental Bodies From: White House Communications Director Stephanie Grisham To: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna We have been able to keep this under wraps for quite some time, but its getting increasingly difficult. Can you not perform a misinformation campaign like you usually do? From: Foundation Head of Public Relations Lily Donna To: White House Communications Director Stephanie Grisham We are greatly sorry for the incident at Site-19, and we are working as hard as we can to fix this problem. If you have any concerns, please contact a higher up and we will listen to your concerns! This action was performed by a bot. D. Ingram: Voicemail?! You left the United States on voicemail?! L. Donna: What other choice did I have? I haven't slept for three days trying to deal with the press, and what has the misinformation department given me? Nothing! D. Ingram: They've done nothing? That's likely an overstatement. L. Donna: No, I'm not overstating shit. The press have been covering this explosion for the past few weeks. It went off near a major population center. There have been casualties. D. Ingram: Casualties? L. Donna: Yes! It's been so hard to get people to just ignore it, and every time I go to the misinformation department about it, they say they're working on it. Bullshit, I say. D. Ingram: I know it may seem tough, but I need you to keep working on— L. Donna: No! You don't need me to do anything, because there's nothing for me to do. Governments have been crawling up my ass and GoIs down my throat. You want to help? Just accept that the Foundation's screwed themselves on this one. I quit. Donna takes her badge off and throws it onto the ground, before walking out the door, leaving Ingram standing there silently. U.N. Resolution S/RES/1843-2 Abridged The Security Council, Noting with concern that the situation with the SCP Foundation is tense, and is likely to remain so, unless a comprehensive plan encompassing all aspects of a potential power vacuum is devised, Having considered that the United Nations Global Occult Coalition has on several occasions attempted to make contact with the SCP Foundation only to be left with no clear response on a method of misinformation, Expressing concern of the SCP Foundation's current status regarding its combined military, financial, and civil capabilities when it comes to dealing with the existence of known para-threats, Expressing concern of the current mental stability of leadership associated with the SCP Foundation, as well as those working under the organization, Strongly condemning threats to the safety of the populace within the southern United States, the UN: Calls upon governmental bodies around the world to slowly scale back funding associated with the Foundation and to reinvest into other, more stable organizations; Expresses full support of the Global Occult Coalition taking over affairs previously left into the hands of the SCP Foundation; Requests extra aid as the United Nations begins to move away from reliance upon the SCP Foundation. Addendum 7022.5: Notable Meeting [BEGIN LOG] A couple of Overseers, alongside SCP-7022 personnel sit within a room. O5-1 is pacing around. O5-1: Fucked. We're fucked. O5-13: We're not fucked. O5-1: Our funding just got cut by 32%! O5-3: Actually, I think it was 38%. O5-1: Fucking hell. S. Kowalski: Why were we brought in here, exactly? O5-1: Don't talk that tone with me. I made a chance allowing you lot Site-01 access. C. Raph: Former most powerful person. O5-1: Quiet. C. Raph: Jesus, you can smell the testosterone from here. D. Ingram: He did have a good question, though. What is the purpose of this meeting exactly? O5-13: Budget cuts. Veil is under threat. Personnel quitting. Whole shebang. Call it SCP-7022 duties. S. Kowalski: You don't seem very cut-up about this whole thing. O5-13: That's because, hey, if this whole thing doesn't work out, I can just move out and become an Alaskan snow fisher. O5-3: Get your head out of your ass, dammit. K. Bernet: Where's Donna? O5-1: Gone. Thirteen took over their duties for the time being. I. Carnigee: Oh, thank goodness, now instead of Donna bothering me, I'll have an overseer up my ass every five minutes. O5-1: We're not here to bicker. Ideas, people. Silence. O5-1 stands there staring at all the faces before him. R. James: Our budget and worldwide trust has dropped significantly, but we're still just barely leading in most statistics. I suggest we just reap our losses and continue reconstructing. O5-1 walks up to James and slaps him. O5-1: I'm not going to settle with "barely leading". We are going to find someway to crush those other insects under our boot. And if any of you think otherwise, you can leave this room. The people before O5-1 stare blankly at him. C. Raph: Question. O5-1: What? C. Raph: During my research, I saw that around the Foundation's creation, there were already other players in the anomalous. I'm sure that they had the same mindset. How did they collapse? O5-6: We dismantled the other organizations, one by one. K. Bernet: And now you're the one at the top, sitting on your asses as we are slowly being clawed down? O5-6: It doesn't work like that. We can't go and— O5-1: Wait! O5-6: What? O5-1: That's it! We've been sitting around and working on putting on a show that we're all right so everybody can come and help us. But then our organization will just be taken over by the next. What we need to do is strike first, and strike hard. O5-13: I don't… understand? O5-1: You will. For now, Bernet, follow me into my office. [END LOG] Addendum 7022.6: Fourth Compendium Summit With the power vacuum being left behind by the Foundation, the leadership of 17 anomalous organizations have gathered to discuss restrictions to set on themselves to avoid any inter-organizational conflicts. The Foundation was not invited to the summit. [BEGIN LOG] Liam Marshall11: …and that's why we argue for an unrestricted market for MC&D for any items that may be captured off Foundation containment breaches. Loud talking and arguing of the many attendees is heard. Suddenly, a person bursts through the doors. ???: Ma'am! L.S.12: A lot of ma'ams in this room. ???: Oh, sorry. Al Fine! D.C Al Fine13: Yes? ???: We have an urgent report from our internal security department! D.C Al Fine: A terrorist attack? tell them to just assign a strike force to deal with the problem, I'm busy. ???: It's not that simple. An attack from a major foreign group. D.C Al Fine: Major foreign group? All of the major groups are in attendance. ???: Except one, ma'am. Read it. Al Fine slowly takes the report from the boy's hand, and skims through it. After finishing, she sits up in her chair and re-reads it once more. D.C Al Fine: This is legitimate? ???: Yes, ma'am. D.C Al Fine: Dear god… [END LOG] MAJOR THREAT ENTITY PRELIMINARY REPORT: Image of initial incident On 8/15/2020, a Foundation bomber from its department of non-anomalous warfare flew over Global Occult Coalition airspace surrounding a standard military operations site. The pilot was notified over radio of the mistake, but continued to fly onwards. What is noted to be anti-memetic weaponry was dropped from the bomber and onto the facility, where it then destroyed a large piece of the Coalition's air-way. The bomber was able to flee before being destroyed by the anti-air in the region. The Coalition has notified the Foundation of a potential error, with no response made. Instead, several more similar incidents have occurred across various Global Occult Coalition owned regions, leading to the assessment that this was a coordinated strike of some kind. A retaliation response is being prepared. D. Ingram: War?! That's your solution to this problem? War? O5-1: You just walked into the office of an overseer and begun yelling at me? This is what you use your Site-01 credentials for? D. Ingram: Do you realize how mind-bogglingly stupid this idea is? O5-1: It's not stupid. The Foundation rose up from conflict. What's a little more to continue the cycle? D. Ingram: You sound like a stereotypical movie villain right now. O5-1: I've heard that one before. Listen, we've run all the calculations. Our manpower may not be as large, but our technology allows us to outrank all other militaries combined. If we win in conventional combat, our longstanding problem will go away and we can go right back to growing. All of the other overseers agree with me on this one. D. Ingram: Just last year, the Foundation stood behind its vast amounts of intelligent solutions to difficult problems and its brains-behind-the-operations. What are you now apart from a warmonger? O5-1 slams his hands on his table. O5-1: The Foundation stood for its resilience despite adversity. I'm simply continuing that trend. D. Ingram: One dead body at a time? Did all the intelligent people burn alongside Site-19? O5-1: Get out of my office. Now. D. Ingram: Fine. If you ever have spare time though, make sure to read through Echo's last words from the incident. Very… eye-opening. David Ingram walks out the door, leaving O5-1 to sit there before continuing his paperwork. Addendum 7022.7: Internal Foundation Activities From: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd To: Office of the First Overseer As for your weekly report, the number of containment breaches has skyrocketed in the past few weeks. Apparently since we didn't have the funds to recapture them, they were acquired by various other groups of interest. As far as exact numbers go, we've had 73 containment breaches across all Foundation sites with an estimated 182 anomalies lost. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd That should be fine. We are currently in the process of reclaiming those anomalies anyways. Just do your best to stretch out whatever funding we have for containment of remaining anomalies. From: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd To: Office of the First Overseer That's just our problem. I can reinvest money previously put into employee retirement funds and place it in containment as a temporary wartime measure, but the issue is, nobody wants to actually work anymore. We need men. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Foundation Head of Containment Ailish Gerd Don't worry. I think I've got a solution that can help us all. Foreword: This file was sent out to the researchers assigned to SCP-2000. ORDERS FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL You are members of the Foundation that have protected such a priceless artifact for so long, and as such, we appreciate your efforts. However, as the Foundation currently is conducting a special military operation against foreign groups of interest, we require your assistance in one more matter. Attached to this file is a software developed for a special purpose. Please upload it into SCP-2000. Chief of the Ethics Committee, Abdur Mariano, sits at a table with the rest of the committee members. He puts out the cigar in his hand, and leans forward. A. Mariano: I'm sure it goes without saying why we are here? The other members nod, and Mariano continues his speech. A. Mariano: Right, well, in the past few weeks, it has been a tough time for the Foundation. I've understood that. As a result, I was willing to turn a blind eye to some of the… extraneous… measures that the Overseer council has put in place. E. Chase: And I've told you from the beginning we shouldn't have let that slide. Now we're at war. A. Mariano: Yes, yes, I know. I got the report too. But what caught my eye was what was being done with SCP-2000. Alice, debrief? H. Alice: Yes, of course. We've been in a real pinch with manpower. It's been hard to find new members, and people are now quitting left and right now that the Foundation has mobilized. P. Prish: Yes, we read the report. H. Alice: But, what's interesting is, to combat this, the overseer council has given certain commands to SCP-2000… they're using it to generate clones to cover the manpower deficit. The committee bursts into loud talking and arguing in reaction to this new piece of information. Mariano slams his hands on the table in front of him, and everybody goes quiet. A. Mariano: This is the exact thing we are here to prevent. These anomalies are meant to save humanity, if we use it for combat, we're no better than the insurgency I say. Sounds of agreement are heard across the committee chamber. A. Mariano: Then it's agreed. We will hold a vote in 10 minutes, and decide what to do next. O5-1: Look at these beautiful guys! O5-1 waves his hand in front of a guard's face. The guard seems relatively unfazed. O5-1: These guards are programmed to follow my every command. Isn't that just spectacular? And we have, just about an infinite amount of them. Why didn't we think of doing this before? O5-1 turns to the other two overseers standing in the room with him, O5-2 and O5-13. O5-2: …because it's unethical? O5-1: Hm? I thought that this was a marvelous idea, do you not agree? O5-2: No, no, it's not… O5-2 takes several steps back. O5-2: It's not that I don't like the idea, it's just that we may run into problems with the ethics committee… O5-1: The Ethics Committee? O5-2: Yes, we just heard back from them. Apparently they sent an order for us to cease our current activities associated from the conflict. Threatened sending Law's Left Hand over here. O5-1: Hah! You serious? O5-2: Serious as can be. O5-13: …I really think they had a point there. O5-1: What was that? O5-1 walks up to O5-13. O5-13: This conflict has been nothing but disastrous for us. I voted based on our initial estimates of victory, by the department of anomalous warfare and SCP-7022 personnel, but I really didn't think it'd end up like this. O5-1 pauses for a moment before turning to the clone guard. O5-1: Treason, then. Take them away. The clone guard moves towards O5-13, preparing to take them away. O5-13 takes out what appears to be a pistol, and takes several shots at the clone guard until they fall to the ground. He points the pistol at O5-1, before another clone guard comes from behind him and knocks O5-13 out, and drags them away. O5-1: Now, Mariano. Your move. E. Chase: You sent the order? A. Mariano: Sure did. Alice, did you send the notice to task force? H. Alice: Yep. They should be fully mobilized in two hours. A slamming is heard against the committee chamber's door. The guards in the chamber exchange looks of concern, and begin to congregate around the door. P. Prish: What's going on? Guard: Just stand back. With another slam, the door bursts open and several identical Foundation personnel walk into the room. ???: On order of the overseer council, you are now being expelled from your position due to insubordination. A. Mariano: W-What? The clone personnel begin exchanging gunfire at the committee members, as the guards try to fire back. The guards manage to kill a few off, however several more flood in to take their place. Guard: It's no use! You have to evacuate! E. Chase: We're trying! The secondary door is fucking jammed! With precision, the guards alongside each and every committee members get shot until they are no longer responsive. When the job is done, the guards stand there, idle for a few seconds, before walking back out the door. Addendum 7022.8: Results of Warfare From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet How's my favorite department director doing? You got anything to report on? From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet To: Office of the First Overseer I'm doing well, sir. A bit tied up in commanding your new regiments around. They're weird fellas, they need a lot of micro-management. So far we've been on the offensive, and it's been culminating up to a fight over the now-located G.O.C. HQ. Al Fine will likely be nowhere to be seen though. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet Good. Keep me updated. From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet To: Office of the First Overseer Bad news, sir. + Open File Attachment - Close File Attachment ABRIDGED OPERATION REPORT: Estimated Personnel: 5,103 Reserve Size: Unclear Regiment Leader: Kernal Bernet An offensive was led towards Global Occult Coalition headquarters on 9/1/2020. Due to the facility's presence on a lake island, Kernal Bernet ordered a makeshift bridge to be created to allow the personnel access through the lake. Establishing a footing on the facility was designated top priority. However, halfway through construction of the bridge, Global Occult Coalition bomber planes, as well as artillery lined up around key points begun firing on the bridge, destroying it before Foundation soldiers could make a landing. Mission designated a failure, and orders given to retreat. Upon attempting to retreat, the task force was surrounded by what appeared to be guerilla forces, and were systematically wiped out. Casualties estimated at 4,482 personnel. Addendum 7022.9: Overseer Council Meeting [BEGIN LOG] O5-2: You've all been informed of recent events? O5-2 looks at the council before her. However, O5-1 is missing from the group. O5-2: Thirteen is dead, you all know this. Executed for treason. O5-8: Yes, and now, what One said would be our greatest battle ended up being a trap set by the opposing side. O5-2: Right. And you've had all your doubts about one's plan from the beginning, no? Silence across the council. O5-2: It's okay, you can say it. One isn't here. O5-9: I was going to vote against it all at first, but after what happened to the Ethics Committee, I didn't want to take any chances. O5-5: Yeah… the thing about the Ethics Committee is that it needs the power over the council under circumstances like these, otherwise it doesn't actually work. O5-2: Right. And if we have nothing we can do without causing worldwide mayhem, then we need somebody who still does have power over the council. O5-8: Like who? Who like that still exists apart from, y'know, us? O5-2 clears her throat. O5-2: Do you all remember the story of how the Foundation was created? O5-12: Christ, that's all one talks about now. O5-2: What he neglected to mention was the fact that this was done with help by none other than the Administrator. O5-6: Well, two, have you ever made contact with this Administrator? O5-8: He may not even be alive anymore. O5-7: If they were even real in the first place. O5-2: But that's all we have. I made sure to develop an .aic to locate and send a file to them pleading for help. O5-3: You sure that would work? O5-2: It's worth a shot. It's all we have. O5-2 takes a step forward and looks at the eleven Overseers sitting in front of her. O5-2: All in favor? All overseers raise their hands. O5-2: It's agreed then. O5-2 types a couple of commands into her computer. The .aic leaves for a moment, and then comes back reporting success. [END LOG] The first overseer sits at his desk, right in front of his computer. He rubs his eyes, before a dinging sound is heard from the laptop. O5-1: Oh, this, this is great. He pauses for a moment. O5-1: I haven't been called the Administrator in a hot while. [BEGIN LOG] Reginald James, the budget coordinator, is walking down a hall. A sound heard from behind causes him to stop. ???: Hey, wait. R. James: Can I help you? A. Gerd: I'm Gerd. Here for your weekly report. R. James: Sorry if this sounds rude, but have we met before? A. Gerd: We have, only over email. I'm the Containment Department head. R. James: It's not usual to deliver this by hand, no? Silence. R. James: Did you have something else you needed to discuss. Gerd looks behind her back, and then back to James. A. Gerd: None of those things can hear us, right? R. James: That's right. A. Gerd: Great. You've heard about what happened to the Overseer Council? R. James: …Who hasn't? A. Gerd: And… you've had doubts about the First Overseer recently, right? James freezes from the question. He slowly looks around him, before looking back at Gerd. R. James: …Yes. [END LOG] ABRIDGED INCIDENT LOG On 9/5/2020, the entirety of staff at three different Foundation sites and five departments have refused to work, despite repeated attempts at coercing them into doing the work. This has resulted in the theft as well as escape of an unknown number of anomalies. The O4 Council has unanimously voted to pass a resolution in support of the protestors. Nobody wants to work anymore? Okay, I'll play along with your little game. Let's see how you like this. GROUP OF INTEREST #937AH3 Common Name: "The Foundation Workers Union" Overview: An impure faction within the Foundation. Their goal appears to be the replacement of the Overseer Council due to perceived "incompetence". The exact membership count as well as leadership of this group is unknown. The rioters associated with the group have staged a large number of protests that have spread hurtful sentiment. On numerous occasions the faction has attempted to spread documents containing very harmful ideas. All documents have been accounted for and wiped. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet Need to make a request. How quickly can I get spare men over here? From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet To: Office of the First Overseer We're kind of bogged down at the moment. Need everyone on the front lines. Can't you just, I don't know, institute increased benefits? From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet How in the hell can we be "bogged down"? These are fucking clone-produced men, entire legions at a time. From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet To: Office of the First Overseer You can make as many men as you want, but if they don't have the needed weaponry, all you're doing is creating fertilizer. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet Get me the men. I don't care if it "hurts the frontline" or whatever bullshit you'll give me, I need it now. From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet To: Office of the First Overseer The only reason you're so adamant about doing this is because you know your position as the Overseer is in jeopardy if you don't, and that worries you more than holding us together, doesn't it? Go fuck yourself. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head Kernal Bernet You feel powerful because you've got all these people listening to your command. But what you should know that the soldiers are programmed to listen to me, not you. You made the wrong move, Bernet. O5-1: What a beautiful council we have here, today! O5-1 stands in the O4 Council meeting room, which is filled with cloned men. O5-1 walks up to one of them. O5-1: So, what is your take on increasing Foundation dental insurance? MAN: I am not able to have "takes". O5-1: Exactly! And that's what I like about you. All you understand is my absolutely perfect leadership! Don't you think? MAN: I am not able to "think". O5-1: Okay, okay, smartass. My decision was smart, is that not a fact? MAN: I am not able to check the validity of "Facts". O5-1: Fine, whatever. Give me the weekly report on our current Foundation personnel makeup. MAN: I was not given the order to make such a report. O5-1: What? That's your entire fucking job. MAN: I do not have a concept of "Job". O5-1 makes a surprised face, and takes a step back. He stares at the several rows of clone-batched men in front of him, before making a loud groan. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 I heard the seventh legion was wiped out blindly pushing into the forests. What the hell? From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 To: Office of the First Overseer You told me to stage an offensive against a facility in the region. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 Anyone with a brain would know to push from the plains region, not the heavy forest. We don't have the capacity for forest guerilla warfare against these GoIs. From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 To: Office of the First Overseer You told me to stage an offensive against the facility. From: Office of the First Overseer To: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 I assigned you the position with the assumption that you can come up with simple solutions to simple fucking problems! From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 To: Office of the First Overseer I was not designed to come up with "solutions". I was designed to take orders. From: Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare Head COIAEHFE8389230295689723046 To: Office of the First Overseer What are your orders? Addendum 7022.10: Why am I even still updating this file? I haven't been contacted about SCP-7022 in quite a long time. I think they may have forgotten I still have my permissions. Sorry, I know this isn't meant to be a personal diary or anything, but this is important that there's somebody knows what happened when the dust settles. That is, if there is anybody here then. Just last week I've experienced 19 containment breaches at my home site. I don't think anybody's coming to help us though. It's all hands on deck regarding the war. Kowalski tried to voice concerns, and ended up getting declared impure, purged, and replaced. Strikes and resignations are rampant. Don't even know how many actual researchers are still left here, the cafeteria is empty at lunchtime. A bunch of other sites fell to the forces of external GoI's. The Foundation is collapsing. Some world governments have even seized the opportunity to loot this organization's dead remains. How do the Overseers respond? Well I was tuning into a Foundation meeting yesterday, which now has turned to one simply babbling to himself like a madman. Discussed the potential use of nuclear weaponry. If that happens, we're all fucked. The Foundation has turned into nothing but a cobra. And if we all want to live, I need to strike it at its head. Footnotes 1. A section of a facility dedicated to maintaining machines developed to counteract reality benders. 2. The first response to containment breaches and attacks by Groups of Interest on Foundation facilities. Also tasked with forming decisions on matters deemed too unimportant for the O5 Council. 3. For reference, the nuclear bomb dropped on Hiroshima during World War 2 was only 15 kilotons. 4. Director for Site-17 5. Co-lead SCP-7022 Researcher 6. Head of the Department of Non-Anomalous Warfare 7. Head of Public Relations 8. Lead Researcher for SCP-7022 9. Head of the Department of Misinformation 10. Budget Coordinator 11. One of the co-owners of Marshall, Carter, and Dark Co. 12. Serpent Hand’s representative 13. Highest in command of the Global Occult Coalition |
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display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item #: SCP-7023 Special Containment Procedures: Currently, SCP-7023 is being contained in a standard humanoid cell at Site-24 under the authority of Foundation variant -ZL/152a. Investigation into the origin of its anomaly is ongoing. Individuals searching for more information should contact the Department of Multiversal Defense. Description: SCP-7023 is Julian August Mari, a baseline 33-year-old human male, currently in the custody of the Foundation in Universe-ZL/152a. SCP-7023 is non-anomalous, however, appears to be the only remaining multiversal variant of an individual most commonly referred to as Julia Truan. The Department of Multiversal Defense is currently investigating the reason for this multiversal anomaly. So far, this investigation has reached several conclusions: Julian Mari of Universe-ZL/152a is the only remaining multiversal variant matching their multiversal signature. No signature matching that of SCP-7023 has been identified in any of the investigated universes. In the past, a variant of Julia Truan has been present in every single investigated universe. Furthermore, it would appear that every variant of Julia Truan1 has ceased to exist simultaneously. Therefore, an unprecedented multiversal event must have led to a complete disappearance or destruction of every other multiversal variant of SCP-7023. Due to the nature and implications of this potential wide-scale multiversal event, a meeting was called by the Department of Multiversal Defense based on the 'Hexauniversal Foundation Collaboration Agreement' from 2018. Addendum 7023.1: Department of Multiversal Defense Leadership Meeting Transcript Internal Recording Transcript In Attendance: O5-1 (-WK/441a) Dr. Hastur Galva (-WK/441a) Dr. Ariana Ike (-WL/093a) Dr. Ariana Rosé (-WL/093b) O5-1 (-ZL/152a) O5-7 (-ZL/152a) Dr. Vladislaw Molder (-ZL/152a) Dr. Trevor Andur (-ZL/214a) O5-5 (-ZL/214a) Dr. Yama Dulili (-ZL/846a) Hexauniversal Foundation Collaboration Agreement The HFC Agreement, first signed in 2018 by representatives of six Foundation variants2 from six neighbouring universes, ensures collaboration and information exchange between these Foundation variants. This agreement was formed as a direct response against the increasing threat posed by a multiversal Group of Interest-X01 known as 'Rea-Utis per'. Based on this agreement, a newly created joint Department of Multiversal Defense is to investigate neighbouring universes and create solutions for multiversal threats. Dr. Galva: Thank you all for coming here on such short notice, especially you Yama. I am aware of the current situation in your universe and I promise not to waste your time. Dr. Dulili: Oh please, Dr. Galva, let's just get to business. Dr. Galva: Alright, as you all probably know, our field investigation units have reached a frightening answer to the riddle of SCP-7023. It would appear that some sort of wide-range event of unknown origin and purpose, has occurred, leaving no survivors, save for SCP-7023. What makes this event frightening is the scale. It was a pure coincidence that we even noticed something was wrong. Whatever happened left no traces of its handiwork. Dr. Molder: Yes, ehm. If I may, our agents have attempted to track the multiversal signature of our subject through all known means. Even thaumaturgy has failed us. We have no idea what caused it and we are even more clueless when it comes to SCP-7023 itself. Dr. Rosé: Maybe he just got lucky. O5-7: Then I'd say Mr. Mari should consider himself the luckiest man alive. Dr. Galva: Agreed. While we cannot ascertain with a precision that he is the only remaining instance of themselves, he is most definitely the only one in this multiversal cluster as well as in our neighbouring ones. Dr. Dulili: Well, that may not necessarily be true. There are a number of universes we haven't checked. O5-1: Dr. Dulili, with all due respect, if this is about the X and Y clusters- Dr. Dulili: Look, all I'm saying is, maybe this has something to do with the memetic pricks. Dr. Galva: Yama, please. There is no need for such language here. I understand- Dr. Dulili: No, you don't. Look, I'm sorry. I know we shouldn't bring our own universal problems here, but we are at war! And just because you all refuse to acknowledge it, doesn't- O5-1: Dr. Dulili, please, we can discuss this at another time. [Dr. Dulili is visibly irritated but agrees.] Dr. Ike: Actually, Yama might have a point. We've never seen multiversal threats on this scale before. Rea-Utis per comes second in their ability. Maybe we're just missing the obvious here. Dr. Andur: Doctor, err- Ariana? [Dr. Ike and Dr. Rosé both turn their heads towards Dr. Andur.] Dr. Andur: Sorry, still a bit new to this. I keep forgetting which one is which. I wanted to speak to Dr. Ariana Ike. Dr. Ike: That would be me. Dr. Andur: Right. Anyhow, if we put aside the obvious problem of how, I was wondering, why exactly would a civilisation focused on conquering other universes, want to destroy a single person in every universe? Dr. Ike: Good question. Well, we know one thing. They are persistent. We've managed to hold out against them for years now. Maybe they just figured if they can't absorb us, they could just destroy us. [The room falls silent.] O5-5: They don't have the means. No one has that kind of power. Dr. Dulili: It's a possibility though. They certainly haven't given up. My world suffers their raids constantly. But you're right. We can deal with them. O5-1: Even if this was all possible, which it isn't- Dr. Ike: As far as we know. We have no idea what's going on in their clusters. O5-1: Yes, Dr. Ike, to our knowledge. But even if, the necessary power for something like that would be enormous. Dr. Rosé: The multiverse is infinite, as far as we know. And according to our estimates, Rea-Utis per and its variations are present in most universes of the X and Y clusters. That's a lot of resources in their hands. Dr. Galva: Yes, but they aren't working together. It is inconceivable. O5-1: Precisely. Their memetic nature makes it impossible for them to work with other variants of themselves. Half of their efforts are focused on fighting themselves. Dr. Ike: We should still investigate it. If they've found a way to destroy something across the entire multiverse, we are all in extreme danger. Dr. Andur: So, should we then presume that if they tried to destroy Ms. Truan in all universes, that their metaphorical weapon somehow missed Mr. Mari? Dr. Galva: Well, only if we would presume that to be the case. Dr. Dulili: We do. O5-1: Alright, alright. We shouldn't eliminate any possibilities. For now, Dr. Molder, is there any information to be gained from SCP-7023 itself? Dr. Molder: No, nothing useful anyway. He's honestly not an interesting man. He wasn't even aware of the anomalous when we got to him. Quite frankly, I am still of the opinion that we should release him. Dr. Galva: We have discussed this. He stays in your care until we find out more. We should talk to him again. Dr. Ike: He might seem ordinary but there is quite literally no one else like him. The threat of Rea-Utis per Very little is known about the principal constants forming the memetic concept of Rea-Utis per. It appears to be a powerful meme manifesting itself as a semireligious idea dedicated to spreading itself across the multiverse. Foundation originating from Universe-ZL/846a has first encountered a variant of this meme in 2017 when a group of memetically infected individuals attempted to invade their universe and had to be forcefully repelled. This threat was later classified as GoI-X01. Since the formation of the HFC Agreement, it has been ascertained that a large portion of the neighbouring X and Y clusters of universes have been either successfully invaded by this meme or are a place of origin for a variation of the idea. As such, travel to infected universes is highly forbidden. All non-allied universes, that haven't been infected, are to be made aware of this threat so as to possibly establish an alliance. Addendum 7023.2: Dr. Galva's personal thoughts on SCP-7023 Our teams have investigated over 200 individual universes belonging to almost a dozen different multiversal clusters. Not a single one of them helped us understand SCP-7023, the destructive event that created it, or what could have caused it. The investigation has concluded, that each variation of Julia/Julian/etc has simply ceased to exist simultaneously about a week ago. All of them, except for SCP-7023. In fact, probably no one in the entire multiverse has the means to even know it happened. We only know it happened, because, to us, it didn't. Well, it did. I didn't know Dr. Julia Truan in my universe but now I know she worked for the Foundation. There is this pronounced sense of fear when dealing with other versions of yourself. Something more akin to existential dread, than actual physical terror. I still don't understand how Ariana deals with it. How they both deal with it… Sometimes I catch myself thinking about my other selves, especially when Rea-Utis per is brought up. To know, there is most likely a me somewhere beyond the barrier of this world working to destroy or worse, to assimilate this place. Sometimes I wonder, if there is a me out there, that is so different from how I think and from who I am, that I wouldn't recognise myself in them. SCP-7023, if the term should even apply, doesn't have to ask these questions anymore. Survivor's guilt is, of course, a wholly different factor but there must still be something strangely calming when one knows, there aren't any other selves of theirs. — from the journal of Dr. Hastur Galva Addendum 7023.3: Interview with SCP-7023 Foreword: Dr. Molder has decided to conduct another interview with SCP-7023 as per request by the project leadership. However, before the scheduled interview could be conducted SCP-7023 reported experiencing strange symptoms forcing Dr. Molder to start the interview early. Dr. Molder: Good morning, Mr. Mari. How are you feeling today? SCP-7023: Morning Doctor. I'm, yeah, I guess I'm doing okay. Dr. Molder: Glad to hear that. Now, what was that about the sickness? SCP-7023: Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling kinda dizzy all day. It's probably nothing but I wanted you to know since you wanted to know if anything happened. Dr. Molder: I see. I'll make sure we get you checked. Anything else? SCP-7023: Well, I mean, I wanted to ask when I could finally leave this place. Dr. Molder: Mr. Mari, I- SCP-7023: No, listen Doc. I've been here for about two weeks now. People will know- Dr. Molder: Don't worry, Mr. Mari, no one is going to notice that you're gone. SCP-7023: Well, I do have a- I do have a flat to take care of and- I mean I don't really have a family but there is this stray cat that comes to my doors- Dr. Molder: Mr. Mari, I'll be honest with you. We have no idea when we'll be able to release you. As you are aware, the nature of your anomaly is rather unorthodox even by our standard. SCP-7023: What anomaly? Honestly Doc, I tried to catch a thing or two, but none of it honestly makes sense to me. Dr. Molder: We've discussed this. SCP-7023: Yeah, yeah I get that. I'm unique or something. But the way I see it, I can't shoot lasers or fly or nothing. So why not just let me go? [Dr. Molder stays silent.] SCP-7023: See Doctor? I thought you were just keeping me around because I could talk. But then I figured you probably have something to make me forget all about this place Dr. Molder: [Silence.] We do. SCP-7023: I knew it! Well, so why not just give it to me? Dr. Molder: Well, you may not feel like it, Mr. Mari, but you are a rather special man, even if you can't 'shoot lasers' or fly. SCP-7023: So what can I- [Winces in pain.] Dr. Molder: Mr. Mari?! What is- Oh my god! [SCP-7023 is tightly holding his left wrist with his right hand. His skin around the area is visibly darkening as the effect spreads. He seems to be in a lot of pain.] SCP-7023: Gosh, it- it hurts! What- what is going on Doc? Dr. Molder: I- I don't- know- stay here! [Quickly exits the room.] Help! I need a medic! Afterword: In the aftermath of this interview, an on-site medical specialist has been called in to assist SCP-7023. However, before he could arrive all immediate effects ceased and only the darkened skin around the subject's left wrist remained. SCP-7023 claimed that the pain has stopped although he clearly remained in shock. Additional testing was approved shortly after. Testing revealed no conclusive results of the effect on the skin of SCP-7023. The effect appears to be purely anomalous, however, upon further investigation, traces of foreign extrauniversal signature were discovered. In light of this, the origin point of the effect has been tracked to Universe-XT/007a. Multiversal Clusters X & Y Shortly after mapping out neighbouring cluster areas of the multiverse, the Department of Multiversal Defense discovered the X cluster of universes, which were soon determined to be the origin of Rea-Utis per. Because of the dangerous memetic influence present in these universes, no proper exploration attempt was deemed feasible and all subsequent effort has been focused on shielding the clusters so as to isolate the spread of the memetic infection. All of these efforts were halted in 2019 when it was discovered that what was previously thought to be a singular memetic virus, has in fact been numerous multiversal variants fighting between themselves. The general theory states that due to the semireligious nature of the meme, different variants see each other as heretical and fight between themselves for supremacy. Addendum 7023.4: Excerpt from Dr. Ike's Theory on Multiversal Travel Ever since we've discovered the multiverse, our goal has been to find out more about it. We've sent recon teams to navigate and map out neighbouring universes. It was never easy to make sense of distances between universes as they more or less represent variation. When we say a universe is neighbouring ours, we mean to say it is one of many to do so and one of many that are different. Sure, people might speak differently, the sky might be red and flamingoes might not exist but the general physics and requirements for human life are usually the same. The further we go, the more strange things become. If we imagine the multiverse as a three-dimensional space, which it isn't but it helps, we could imagine this variation factor as distance travelled from our original universe. In other words, even if the travel from universe A to universe B is simultaneous and travel from universe A to universe R is also simultaneous, the imagined distance between these universes is not the same, thus universe A is very far from what universe R would look like. Now, when we talk about multiversal travel, we often throw around the term Universal Cluster. A cluster of universes quite frankly not a real thing. Like many other terms, it is simply something that helps us visualise the multiverse better. Theoretically, a cluster is a dense group of universes that generally share a significant feature. For example, the infamous X cluster discovered shortly after the invention of multiversal travel (in our universe anyway) is an infinite group of universes all sharing similar patterns. In most of them, light doesn't have the same properties as it does in our universe and neither does sound. If you wanted to put it in other terms, assuming you are familiar with Hume levels, the local reality level of most universes in the X cluster is lower than in our own. The point is, that even if all of these classifications are superficial and in no way reflect the actual distances between universes or any such thing, they can aid in universal navigation. Knowing which universes share our laws of physics and reality can be vital in traversing the multiverse. It is also a very helpful indicator in determining the severity of multiversal threats. As I've theorised before, many entities or groups travelling the multiverse must surely use a similar navigation system. This would of course explain why the hostile memetic civilisation of 'Rea-Utis per' is so hesitant to attack our universes in full force. We know our clusters have slightly different parameters and they must know it as well. Plus, of course, the universe is infinite and their clusters are filled with variations of the same meme. Luckily for us. — from 'Theory on Multiversal Travel' by Dr. Ariana Ike Addendum 7023.5: Incident Report On 17/09/2022 multiple universal breaches were discovered during a routine control of extrauniversal frequency scanners in Universe-ZL/846a. Per protocol, MTF units were deployed to each location in anticipation of a raid party from a different universe. Within several minutes, these MTFs were overwhelmed by the number of hostiles and had to retreat. An emergency distress call has been issued immediately through the Department of Multiversal Defense to all member and allied universes. Support units from Universes-WL/093a, -WL/093b and -ZL/214a were capable of hindering the advance of hostile forces but were unable to destroy them. This chain of events led the Foundation leadership of Universe-ZL/846a to a desperate action not supported by the Department of Multiversal Defense. By a direct unauthorized command from Dr. Dulili, MTF Juliett-7 "World Hoppers" was sent through a multiversal gateway to Universe-XT/007a, as it has been previously determined to be the origin point of the symptoms affecting SCP-7023. Below is a transcript of the mission.3 Non-relevant parts have been cut. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 18/09/2022 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Juliett-7 "World Hoppers" Location of Interest: Universe-XT/007a Team Lead: J-7 Fort Team Members: J-7 Circle, J-7 Halo, J-7 Turret Group of Interest-X01 As Rea-Utis per is not a united threat, its principles are difficult to describe. In most cases all GoI-X01 infected individuals remain human, however, exceptions to this rule have been encountered. The memetic virus itself presents an even bigger challenge, as it seems to be highly adaptable and capable of infecting different consciousness in different universes, making it extremely potable. What can be said for almost all variants of GoI-X01 is the fact that their religious iconography revolves around unity, light and the spread of their ideology. Since their discovery, at least a few dozen individual variants of Rea-Utis per have been encountered. Many of these variants have employed a strategy of peaceful first contact, so as to infect an unaware universe. Due to this, the deemed response to any communication attempts involves treating them as hostiles. [BEGIN LOG] J-7 Fort: So… Yama? Wanna tell us why this mission didn't come from above? Dr. Dulili: No. You can still walk out on me if you want. J-7 Fort: Not gonna happen. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. No way. So what you've got for us? Dr. Dulili: A quick recon, locate the device, artefact or whatever that will match this signature. Try not to get into trouble and get back asap. J-7 Fort: Copy that. [Momentary silence.] You know this will get us all into trouble right? Dr. Dulili: I know… Good luck. [Dr. Dulili disconnects from the radio.] J-7 Fort: Alright. We've got all this special antimemetic gear, cognito-blockers, stealth armour- Pocket reality anchors? Damn, where did you get all this stuff, girl? [Silence.] J-7 Fort: Aaand, she's gone. Looks like it's on us boys. So, is everyone ready? J-7 Circle: Ready. J-7 Halo: Ready. J-7 Turret: Ready, sir. J-7 Fort: Okay, start it up, Circle. J-7 Circle: I'm on it. [J-7 Circle activates a Thaumaturgic Portal in the middle of the chamber using a ritual. This process takes about a minute and a half.] J-7 Circle: Done. It should be attuned to the right universe. J-7 Halo: Should? J-7 Circle: It is. I got it right. J-7 Fort: Enough chitchat, let's go. Circle, you last, Turret up front, Halo with me. [Team J-7 walks through an unauthorized Thaumaturgic Portal and arrives in Universe-XT/007a. They appear to be standing in a narrow street with a dark yellow sky above them. The team immediately starts looking around for any sign of hostiles. The architecture around them is roughly reminiscent of ancient Middle Eastern cultures and everything appears to be desaturated.4 Once the team determines that they are alone, they proceed down the street.] [J-7 Halo uses a provided Kant Counter to measure local reality finding it to be several Humes below the baseline. The team shortly discusses collecting samples but decides to stick to their mission. Upon exiting the street, they find themselves in some sort of plaza. Stone bricks on the ground aren't even and the whole plaza seems to be descending towards a massive straight tower constructed out of pitch black material. J-7 Turret voices his concerns about a lack of people and J-7 Fort orders the team to advance towards the tower after confirming that the provided signature matches.] [Team J-7 moves quickly and soon arrives at the base of the tower. The height of the object is difficult to ascertain due to its size but it must be over 200 meters long.] J-7 Turret: I really don't like this. Where are all the hostiles? J-7 Halo: Relax, they're probably all attacking our home. J-7 Turret: How can you say such a thing? That doesn't help at all! J-7 Fort: Cut it out you two. Eyes up front. Let's grab whatever we can and rush back. This place is giving me the creeps. J-7 Circle: Ehm, sir? J-7 Fort: What it is? [J-7 Circle points to an entrance to the tower, that was previously hidden due to the extremely dark material it is made out of.] J-7 Turret: I've got it. [J-7 Turret advances up front with his gun while the other members follow.] [The interior is made out of the same dark material but is illuminated with strange yellow glowing orbs in the walls. Using this, the team is able to enter a chamber located in the middle of the tower. Their cognito-blockers start alerting them during this time. The center of the tower is revealed to be hollow with a long glowing spiral object in the middle leading from the ground all the way to the top. This object is notably being partially covered by the team's cognito-blockers.] J-7 Halo: What the fuck is that thing? J-7 Circle: I've- I've seen this before, I think. It's- J-7 Fort: It's a multiverse map. Edriletian model5. It's not the most accurate representation as far as I know and my head hurts just from looking at it. J-7 Halo: Why is my vizor censoring it? J-7 Turret: I don't know but it's something strong. I can feel it pushing against the cognito-blockers. Is there anything to grab here? J-7 Fort: Circle? [J-7 Circle is looking at the tower walls, which are also covered in symbols, lines and cognitohazards.] J-7 Circle: I- I think this is written in their language and a couple of other languages. And this, that's- J-7 Turret: Latin? J-7 Circle: I think so but the blockers are hiding some parts of it. It must be some kind of message meant for a wide audience. They want to share it with everyone. Look there! [He points to a text couple of meters from the ground written in English. It reads: "WE, THE LUCKY CHOSEN, WHO HAVE USURPED THE HAND OF DESTINY AND CAST DOWN ██████ TO SLAY ALL THE HERETICS, HEREBY SAY ████████████ TO ALL ███████ AS THE SUN SETTLES UPON THE ETERNAL FLAME OF THIS JUST LAND OF LIGHT"] J-7 Halo: Well that just sounds like their usual memetic religious bullshit. J-7 Turret: I don't know man, I really don't like this. J-7 Halo: There's no one here. J-7 Turret: Exactly. J-7 Circle: There are a couple more things here written in all kinds of gibberish. I'll record it and they can study it back at the base but I think we should go. Sir? J-7 Fort: Definitely do that. Make sure you've got everything we can get and then let's get out of here. [The team records everything in the room for a couple more minutes before leaving. On their way back a loud noise is heard akin to a french horn being blown in the distance. Afterwards, the team uses a Thaumaturgical Portal on their way back home.] [END LOG] Addendum 7023.6: DoMD Leadership Meeting Transcript In the light of this chain of events, a meeting of DoMD Leadership has been called to discuss further development. Internal Recording Transcript In Attendance: Dr. Hastur Galva (-WK/441a) Dr. Ariana Ike (-WL/093a) Dr. Ariana Rosé (-WL/093b) Dr. Vladislaw Molder (-ZL/152a) Dr. Trevor Andur (-ZL/214a) Dr. Yama Dulili (-ZL/846a) Dr. Galva: Yama, what have you done? Dr. Dulili: I did what I had to do. None of you wanted to move a finger so I went behind your backs and did something. Feel free to punish me later. Now we have more pressing issues. [Dr. Dulili takes out multiple sheets of paper and distributes them between the other members.] Dr. Ike: Is this what I think this is? Dr. Dulili: It's confirmation, Ari. We were right, SCP-7023 is a result of their Eigenweapon program. And it's much worse, it's just the testing shot. Dr. Molder? Dr. Molder: Yes, I- Sorry but- Dr. Galva: This is all very nice, Yama, but we have no conclusive evidence. All I see here are theories and ideas. You presume that this weapon of theirs is capable of destroying all variations of something? How would that even work and why? Dr. Dulili: That is precisely what I'm saying! It seems to target a specific element present in a large number of universes and then it destroys all of its variants simultaneously. All except one. Dr. Rosé: And how exactly does that work? Dr. Dulili: [Sigh.] I don't know. But since when do we need to know how things work before we try to stop them? Dr. Ike: What she's trying to say is, how exactly do we know that? Dr. Dulili: Well, the recovered texts seem to refer to their weapon as Cleansing Flame and from what our linguists can tell, we know what they wanted it for. In fact, we know they already used it. [Dr. Dulili is visibly shaking.] They used it on themselves. [Silence.] Dr. Ike: Please explain. Dr. Dulili: Gladly… Ehm, so. The recovered texts seem to be our biggest lead. Turns out we really underestimated how creative they can be. Apparently, one of their variants created the weapon to do exactly what it does. We don't have the specifics and I doubt they matter now. But they used it on themselves to get rid of all the other variants. It was a roulette. Dr. Galva: My god. Dr. Rosé: So… because their biggest weakness was constant infighting, they destroyed all the other variants, except for themselves? Why not just target something more tangible, like the Foundation? Dr. Dulili: They want to spread their influence. They can't do that if there isn't anything left. Maybe the Foundation is too involved with our worlds. I don't know… In the text, they call themselves the Lucky Chosen. I guess they saw it as some religious ritual to find out which variant is the right one. Dr. Ike: Using random chance? Dr. Dulili: Does it matter? We have a more pressing issue. I doubt there's something standing in their way to us now. We've already experienced their newly found strength. Dr. Andur: Ehm, excuse me, but what exactly are you suggesting we do? Dr. Dulili: I- I honestly don't know. I wanted to coordinate some kind of attack or something. But- I don't know how to fight this. It might take some time before the lucky variation takes over the rest of the clusters but if we don't do something soon, we're done. [Silence.] Dr. Molder: Ehm. Can I say something now? Dr. Ike: Go ahead. It's not- [Suddenly stops talking.] [The room erupts in panic as both Dr. Ike and Dr. Rosé instantly disappear.] Dr. Galva: What? What just happened? Dr. Molder: I don't know! Dr. Dulili: Oh no! It's them! Dr. Andur: But why? We haven't done anything to them. Why- [Dr. Andur suddenly disappears.] Dr. Dulili: Well… [In a shaky voice.] That's not exactly true. Dr. Galva: What?! Could you please just get to the point! Dr. Dulili: The mission log, it- it omitted something. Dr. Molder: What do you mean? Dr. Dulili: They were there to gather information but also- They carried a bomb. Dr. Galva: A bomb?! Dr. Dulili: I'm sorry. I didn't think straight. They were going to wipe us out and I- It was a technological marvel, antimemetic bomb capable of rendering a huge area practically unnoticeable. I wanted to use it on their weapon to hide it from them. But maybe they had another one, or it didn't blow, or whatever. They must have figured out who sent it. [Dr. Galva suddenly disappears.] Dr. Dulili: Gosh, I'm so sorry. [Starts crying.] Dr. Molder: Okay, listen! We probably don't have much time, so listen. SCP-7023 is infected, remember? The thing is slowly killing him. It's the same thing that killed everyone else, that's why it led us straight to the weapon. [Dr. Dulili doesn't say anything but nods.] Dr. Molder: Whatever it's doing, maybe it's not perfect. I hate myself for saying it but if the man dies, there's a chance the memetic fucks will all die too. Maybe, there's still a chanc- [Dr. Molder suddenly disappears.] Dr. Dulili: No, please, I- I don't- I'm so sorry. [Dr. Dulili continues crying for another few seconds before she suddenly disappears.] This is an urgent message from the Department of Multiversal Defense. To all allied groups within the multiverse: We are under attack. An extremely dangerous memetic phenomenon is spreading throughout the multiverse and is currently attacking us. We have recently classified this phenomenon as SCP-7023, although the largest affected group calls itself Rea-Utis per. Any attempts at communication from this group should be ignored. This message is a warning and a call for help. They have devised a weapon capable of selecting targets in other universes. We have reason to believe that there is a way to defeat this threat but we cannot do it alone. Their initial outburst has claimed many of our lives, including our leadership, but we are dedicated to fight back. It is possible that your own universe has already experienced this. Please, if you are receiving this message, forward it on and if you cannot help us, then at least Wish us good luck. Your own lives may depend on it. Footnotes 1. With the exception of SCP-7023. 2. These variants coming from Universes -WK/441a, -WL/093a, -WL/093b, -ZL/152a, -ZL/214a and -ZL/846a. 3. The existence of this unauthorised mission was discovered only after its conclusion and Dr. Dulili was severely reprimanded. 4. An effect of local physics affecting the way light interacts with matter. 5. The Edriletian civilisation was one of the first ones to create a somewhat functional multiverse map. The model is not compatible with modern knowledge as it presents each universe as a sphere on an infinite line which is signified by either creating a circle or simply having no end. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7023" by Utylike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7023. Licensed under CC-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__DoMDlogo.png Author: Utylike License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-7024 | safe | Home of ██████████████████████, SCP-7024 consumer and winner of the ███ International League of Legends Tournament. Item: SCP-7024 Special Containment Procedures: When instances of SCP-7024 are found, they should be confiscated and moved to the nearest storage depot for less hazardous materials, for study and subsequent disposal. Depending on the storage capacity of each facility, at least 20% of the instances should be stored. No active efforts of memetic suppression will be made to the subjects affected by SCP-7024, publicly attributing the associated events to casuistic or chance factors. For the cases in which these events have a high diffusion or notoriety, disinformation campaigns will be carried out, attributing them to unfounded rumors or hoaxes. The efforts of the Foundation should be focused on the discovery of the SCP-7024 manufacturing facilities and the capture of the workers for their subsequent interrogation and amnestization. In cooperation with the local authorities, these facilities will be shut down on charges of serious health problems. Distributors will be traced for the confiscation of SCP-7024, preventing its commercialization. Update 1: Upon discovery of a new SCP-7024 production site, a tactical team will be deployed to sabotage the machinery present and disable the site. These events should be covered up with fires, which will be reported as accidental (See Addendum 3.) Update 2: If viable instances of SCP-7024-1 are found, their transport and delivery to the Druidic Secret Society will be coordinated through the Irish Ministry of Foreign Affairs (See Addendum 4.) Description: SCP-7024 corresponds to a compound with ontokinetic properties of lower intensity commercially distributed under the name of Lucky Cola. SCP-7024 has in its composition ingredients usually found in energy drinks such as caffeine, sucrose, amino acids such as taurine, and B vitamins together with wormwood extract (Artemisia absinthium). Other organic substances of biological origin have also been found, whose origin and composition have not yet been determined (See Addendum 2.) An instance of SCP-7024. SCP-7024 has been described as "refreshing and energizing, with a slightly bitter aftertaste, similar to tonic water", without observing adverse effects other than those associated, after consuming large quantities, with the use of massive doses of caffeine and wormwood. The anomalous effect associated with the use of SCP-7024 is related to the result of events with probabilistic outcomes in which the consumer participates, especially in relation to games or other activities whose rewards are not tangible, obtaining favorable results in a proportion much higher than what could be expected according to chance or to the consumer's abilities or skills. Additionally, an increase in the frequency of events with negative or harmful outcomes has been observed among people in the family, social or work environment of SCP-7024 consumers, being the frequency and severity of these events directly proportional to the amounts consumed of SCP-7024, being originally many of these events associated to chance or to intentional actions on the part of SCP-7024 users. The existence of SCP-7024 was discovered through the Foundation's automatic monitoring system of social networks, communications, and news CASANDRA, which upon detecting a series of unusual domestic accidents established that all the homes were inhabited by a subject who had recently obtained a victory in a sports or recreational competition. Seeking to rule out the presence of anomalous activities, ontokinetic, or the use of thaumaturgic rituals, these subjects were interviewed, establishing that the common factor was the use of SCP-7024 in a period close to the events described. + Addendum 1: Example of a subject affected by the use of SCP-7024 -Close Addendum 1 The following is a transcript of an interview with an SCP-7024 user, describing events that affected the subject and his family group. Interviewee: Tony Frati, 55 years old, an accountant from the city of ████████████ Interviewer: Geronimo Bozo, police officer from ████████████. Preamble: Mr. Frati went to the ████████████ city police station on 20/09/21 to make a complaint against the casino █████████████████ for possible criminal actions against his family. The complaint was received by Agent Geronimo Bozo, of the State Police ████████████, and the recording obtained was delivered to the Foundation through a collaborating agent. <BEGINNING OF RECORDING, [20-09-2021, 12:05 hrs]> Agent Bozo: Good afternoon. Tell me, how can I help you? Tony Frati: I didn't think they were capable but those damn bastards did it. They just can't accept someone getting lucky and beating them fair and square, no, no sir, because they're cheaters they think everyone cheats. Agent Bozo: Excuse me? Tony Frati: The casino people. They cleanly fleece whoever they can but if someone beats them they go ballistic. What I wonder is how they were able to get to her to hurt her (starts sobbing). Agent Bozo: Calm down, please explain to me what happened. Tony Frati (takes a deep breath): Excuse me, I think I started in the middle. What happened is that a while ago I won some money from the casino and apparently because they think I cheated and they couldn't prove it, they retaliated against my wife. Tony Frati: I've always liked to gamble, although I never do it in large amounts (smiles). The night of September 7th I went to the casino to spend a few dollars, and yes sir, that was my night. I started with roulette and turned 200 into 1000. Then I went to the Blackjack table and won hand after hand, I folded when I hit 30k. Agent Bozo: Between you and me, did you cheat? Tony Frati: Of course not, I'm a Presbyterian, cheating is a sin. I don't drink alcohol either, I only drink energy drinks. That night I drank several cans of the only non-alcoholic thing they had, a soda called Lucky Cola. It's a greenish shit, kind of bitter but very refreshing, I liked it so much that I took several cans home with me. Tony Frati: That night I played until about 3 or 4 AM, I was winning but I was afraid of losing everything, so I went to change the chips. When I got to the cashier and cashed out I was held and taken to the monitoring room. The head of security told me that I was no longer welcome, that my access to the casino was forbidden from that day on. I saw distrust and confusion in his eyes, he was trying to understand how I had cheated, they simply could not accept that I had been lucky. Tony Frati: I went back home and the next day I decided to spend some of that money that fell from the sky (smiles) to buy a new van for Maria, my wife, her old truck was barely working and every day she has to commute an hour to work. If you could have seen how happy she was when we went to pick it up. It was brand new, fresh from the dealer… Tony Frati: We went out to test it on a nearby road. It was running perfectly, didn't make any strange noises, and just before reaching a junction the steering locked up, we went through an intersection and ended up being hit by a car coming in the opposite direction. The impact was on the driver's side, I was unhurt but my wife got the worst part. Tony Frati: I have been in the hospital with her, she regained consciousness a few days ago. Fortunately, her head is fine but she suffered multiple fractures and the doctors don't know if she will ever walk again. I have given it a lot of thought and I can't help but think that the casino people did something to the van so that we would have an accident. But how did they know we would buy that vehicle from that place? And how could they sabotage it? Either that or that money was cursed. It's like all my good fortune is gone in one fell swoop. <END OF RECORD, [20-09-2021, 12:30 hrs.]> CLOSING STATEMENT: Foundation technical personnel were able to access the wreckage of the wrecked vehicle, finding no signs of malicious tampering on any of the van's components. Subsequent analysis determined that the accident was attributable to a very rare spontaneous failure of the hydraulic system, not detected in the quality control tests. + Addendum 2: Access to a SCP-7024 production plant -Close Addendum 2 Access to SCP-7024 factory. Through interviews with distributors, it was determined that the compound was produced in the U.S. by a company called Irish Charm Ltd. Although it was possible through a front company to acquire a batch of 100 cans of 350 ml of SCP-7024, the first attempts to find the production plant was unsuccessful, not locating the indicated address or only finding disused industrial rooms. The use of paratechnology was required so that an exploration team could access this plant and make a record of its production activities. Participating team: Members of MTF Lambda-6 ("Snoopers") Participating personnel: Captain Mario Gutiérrez (Lambda-1), Agent Ali Salmad (Lamda-2), Agent Barry Boyle (Lambda-3) <[15-01-2022, 18:09 hrs]> Lambda-1: Guys, this is the last building we need to inspect today. Activate your DELFOS; I don't want to encounter any unpleasant surprises. Lambda-3: OK Captain, although I doubt we can even enter the place, it's about to collapse, it looks like it's been abandoned since the prohibition era. Can't hear any noise from inside or see any steam coming out of the chimneys. Lambda-2: Shall I go inspect if there are any service entrances? Lambda-1: No (reconfigures his DELFOS equipment to a different wavelength) How interesting. We have the entrance right in front of us, covered with camouflage glyphs. Lambda-3: Do you think we have any thaumaturgists on site? Lambda-1: I doubt it, you can learn how to draw those things on the internet, most likely they're just some junkies who want to cook meth without anyone sticking their nose in. Lambda-3: Anyway, so far the only abnormal thing we've found in the inspections are the abnormally large and hungry rats living in those abandoned factories, let's check this dump fast to get back to base. Lambda-1 (communicating by radio): Video transmission activated, we're going in. Lambda-2: This place looks a lot bigger than I expected. It also looks pretty clean, like they've been using it until recently. A section of SCP-7024 production plant. Lambda-1: Look what we have here (points his camera at some stainless steel tanks) either someone is reviving Grandpa's illegal whiskey business or we've finally found the factory. I can report that there are sounds of machinery running and steam coming out of at least one of the tanks, but so far we don't see any of the operators. Control: Shall we send a support team? Lambda-1: No, we have our weapons ready if hostiles are present, also in the worst situation we will proceed to evacuate the compound. Control: Copy that. Lambda-2: Do you feel that smell? It's like a decoction of medicinal herbs with a rat smell? monkey smell? shit smell? I don't know, it's like a beast smell. Lambda-1: I don't think it's relevant, let's keep checking. (they find crates with sacks of sugar and dried grass, plus other components they can't identify, they take samples for further analysis.) (while checking another storage cellar, a loud noise is heard and steam and an amorphous mass of debris come out of one of the tanks, being carried by a nearby conveyor belt to a trash container.) Lambda-1: This is getting more and more interesting… (they continue with the search of the place, accessing a warehouse with apparently several hundred units of SCP-7024.) Lambda-2: This appears to be the finished product storage warehouse. There's something that has me concerned. We've been what, 10 minutes, checking the place and so far we haven't seen any workers, it's impossible that the plant is fully automated. Lambda-3 (approaching): Hey, I followed one of the scrap carts and it emptied into the top of a warehouse, the door is padlocked, it seems to me that's too much security for a simple dump. (the three operatives approach the warehouse, and Lamdba-2 manages using a lock pick to open the door. They find several piles of boiled grass and peeking out of one of those piles they see the partially heat-destroyed remains of a small quadrupedal animal with a large skull.) Lambda-2: Oh shit, it looks like they boiled a rat, that's disgusting. (they continue exploring the place, finding some offices with binders of accounting records and more warehouses with raw materials and packaging materials. They pass through the packaging section, where the SCP-7024 canning process occurs seemingly automatically. Hearing cries of distress coming from a warehouse at the far end of the plant, they head over, picking the lock to gain entry. Inside they find dozens of small-sized cages, several of which have small animals of an undetermined species inside, which are in varying degrees of agitation.) Lambda-2: Oh shit, what are those things, they look like little monkeys. I think this is where the stench of beasts we've been feeling all this time comes from. Lambda-3: Since when are monkeys green? Also, those things are whimpering, I don't know if we should call an animal recovery team from the Foundation or Wilson's guys, I'm not a zoologist but I know those are not capuchins. Lambda-1: Listen good, they're not whimpering… it's like they're singing a funeral dirge. Fuck, that's really macabre. (Lambda-1 approaches one of the cages, crouching down.) Lambda-1: What can we do for you, little buddy? Entity 1: Cob…hair. Cobhair. Lambda-1: Cobhair? Entity 1 (shaking its head): He..lp. (at that moment a hatch opens from the ceiling, and a mechanical crane grabs the cage, lifting it up and carrying it quickly to the outside, moments later the sound of steam rising and screams of pain can be heard.) Lambda-1: Oh shit. (several subjects appear in the doorway, wearing work clothes and carrying shovels and other heavy tools.) Subject 1: Fuck me… What the hell are they doing here? (the subjects rush towards the agents and Lambda-1 proceeds to shoot them with his service weapon, being hit in the head by one of the attackers. Lambda-2 and Lambda-3 also open fire on the attackers, with several of the cages being kicked and overturned during the struggle, allowing several specimens of the unknown entity to flee the scene. Video contact is lost a few seconds later.) Epilogue: A tactical response team from the nearest Site arrived 30 minutes later at the scene, finding no trace of Agents Gutierrez, Salmad, and Boyle or the attackers involved in the incident. Three instances of the unknown biological entity were recovered in the vicinity, along with the remains of at least a dozen cooked and partially dehydrated individuals. The instances were housed in the Bioterium of Site-██ + Addendum 3. Authorization level 2 or higher is required for access. Please enter password - Access authorized Incident 7000/3-2022: On 04/03/2022 a consignment of several hundred cans of a new energy drink promoted as "Jinx Cola, the taste of misfortune, a product of Irish Charm Ltd." was detected on the market. Analysis of this formulation revealed, in addition to caffeine, sugar, vitamins, and plant extracts, traces of the genetic material of the Foundation agents who disappeared in the incident of 15-01-2022. It proceeded to requisition all instances present on the market and update the level of response to the discovery of SCP-7024 production facilities. + Addendum 4. Authorization level 2 or higher is required for access. Please enter password - Access authorized Letter from the Department of Foreign Affairs of Ireland. June 6, 2022. Through a high-level liaison of the Foundation it has come to our attention that they have, under their control, three instances of a species of cryptofauna belonging to the Republic of Ireland, specimens which I must acknowledge, with great regret, where along with many others taken by citizens of our country who, blinded by greed, have been capable not only of jeopardizing a balance we have maintained with the magical world for centuries but also the very well-being of the country itself. Those innocent creatures that you called (creatively I must admit.) as Cebus viridis cantor, we have known from at least the Middle Ages as Leprechauns, being protected for a very long time by a select group of men who knew ancient secrets. It was these same men who at the time preferred to form a black legend around the Leprechauns so that they would be left alone. For the welfare of these creatures is literally our welfare, and if they are happy, luck will be with us and Ireland will prosper. On other occasions, event with regret, we have collaborated with you in the containment and even neutralization of other creatures of anomalous origin with which we had coexisted for centuries but which simply did not adapt to modern times, getting out of control, becoming noxious and unnecessarily attracting the attention of the world to our land. On this occasion I ask you, on behalf of the Irish government just the opposite. That you return these creatures to us so that they can return to live happily in the special corner of Ireland where they belong, a place unknown to most people. Because if they disappear, so will we. Hoping for your cooperation and that we do not have to resort to force majeure measures to achieve our goal I take my best regards, Simon Coveney, Minister for Foreign Affairs and Defense of the Republic of Ireland. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7024" by Jakuwoski, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7025 | euclid | GreenWolf Here's my Author Page. I really hate buses. Item #: SCP-7025 Level 1/NAGL Confidential Special Containment Procedures All Foundation personnel within the North American Great Lakes region must make every effort to remain at least 100 meters away from any active bus used in mass transit. The Department of Analytics provides real-time forecasting and monitoring of bus locations and trajectories to assist personnel in bus avoidance. The Site Directors Committee for the North American Great Lakes region has suspended all off-site leave for essential personnel within the region. At the request of the Overseer Council, the Rockefeller Foundation has begun a political lobbying campaign aimed at eliminating or replacing public bus routes within the affected area. Description SCP-7025 is a statistical anomaly affecting the North American Great Lakes operational region. Foundation personnel within this region are significantly more likely to be killed by a bus. Bus-related fatalities among civilians in the affected region account for approximately 1 in 50,000 deaths each year. Among Foundation personnel in the region, buses are responsible for 1 out of 50 deaths. This trend was first observed in 1997, when buses were the leading cause of death among all Foundation employees, with 56 personnel killed. The adoption of current containment procedures has reduced, but not eliminated, the rate at which Foundation personnel are killed by buses. To date, no detectable force, phenomenon, or entity has been identified as the source of SCP-7025. Buses involved in personnel deaths display no anomalous effects, and the ultimate causes of fatal incidents are purely mundane. Observation and testing has shown that the risk to personnel from inactive and inert buses is minimal; however, personnel in close proximity to a bus in motion will almost certainly be killed. The following is a table of notable and novel deaths attributable to SCP-7025. Decedent Employment Position Manner of Death Edric Hibbert Senior Researcher Struck and killed by a school bus while crossing the street. The bus experienced brake failure which was ultimately attributed to a manufacturing defect. Variations on this incident are the most common occurrence of SCP-7025. Richard Howe Security Officer Hit by a piece of flying debris while watching a figure 8 school bus race. Denver Garland Maintenance Technician Choked to death on a bagel after the bus he was riding collided with a moose. Bruno Amundsen Janitor Slipped and fell on a patch of ice while attempting to board a bus. Victor Van Laren Assistant Director An off-duty bus crashed through the wall of his home. The driver was severely intoxicated. Jade Marchand Administrative Assistant One of 17 passengers killed when the bus she was riding careened off a bridge, landing directly on top of a swimmer in the river below. Five other passengers were also Foundation employees. Victoria Brassington Staff Physician Crushed by a falling bus while swimming. Joseph Sutton Task Force Agent During a dive to investigate the bus that killed Dr. Brassington, became entangled in the wreckage and drowned. Cleve McKinley Field Agent Carbon monoxide poisoning suffered during a stakeout of a bus depot while investigating SCP-7025. Simon Buchanan Containment Supervisor (SCP-7025) Suffered a heart attack after being startled by the sound of a bus engine backfiring. Norina Calabrese Logistics Driver Immolated by an exploding bus. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7025" by GreenWolf, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7025. Licensed under CC-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-7026 | safe | SCP-7026-2. Item #: SCP-7026 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7026-1 and SCP-7026-2 are to be held in separate glass containers, both 35 x 14 x 14 cm in size. Both glass cases are to be held in separate storage lockers at Site-64. Contact with either instance of SCP-7026 is prohibited. Description: SCP-7026 is a pair of brown leather shoes, measuring 28.5 cm in length and 9 cm in width, weighing 1.8 kg. Shoe size and brand are not listed. SCP-7026-1 is the left shoe and SCP-7026-2 is the right shoe. Both are indistinguishable from each other save for their intended foot. They both have the same anomalous properties. While stationary, both instances of SCP-7026 exhibit no anomalous or adverse properties, nor when the shoes are put on. However, when either is traveling at a speed of 22.5 kilometers per hour or more, the shoe will continue to travel at that speed until it strikes an object, negating air resistance, but still affected by gravity. If, while traveling over 22.5 kph, the shoe strikes a non-human object, including plants and non-human animals, nothing out of the ordinary will happen. However, if the shoe were to strike a human, henceforth referred to as the subject, it will stick to their body, unable to be removed no matter how much pressure is applied. Subject will start feeling immediate searing pain where the shoe has connected. After ten seconds of being attached to a person, SCP-7026 will begin to melt away clothes, skin, tissue, and bone, moving throughout the body until it has reached the center chest cavity of the subject. Subject will not die no matter what or how many vital organs are damaged during this process, however, will be in extreme unbearable pain. Once SCP-7026 has reached the center of the subject, the melting of tissue will stop, and cell production within the body will increase by 200% until the shoe has been sealed inside the subject’s body. It will begin to grow 20% bigger every minute, not stopping until the subject has exploded from the growing shoe. Once the subject has burst, the shoe will return back to its original size. Any attempts to remove SCP-7026 out of a subject through surgical means after it has begun growing will result in the shoe halting its growth, followed by it sending three electrical shocks throughout the subject's body, three seconds between each shock. Cell production will rapidly start up again, healing the cut given by the surgeons. The shoe’s growth will then start back up again until the subject has exploded. Discovery: SCP-7026 was discovered after Muntazer al-Zaidi, an Iraqi journalist, threw both SCP-7026-1 and SCP-7026-2 at Dr. Jack Bright, who was at the time occupying the body of United States President George W. Bush, while he was at a press conference in Baghdad, Iraq, being accompanied by Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki. Dr. Bright ducked out of the way in response to both attacks, leaving him unharmed. Muntazar al-Zaidi was tackled to the ground by Nouri al-Maliki’s guards and apprehended. The Foundation soon took al-Zaidi into custody to question him about his motives, and whether or not he was a part of any GOIs that wanted to harm a foundation member. Questioning revealed information about SCP-7026. Addendum-B: The following is an interview with Mr. al-Zaidi conducted by Dr. Lotner. The interview was conducted in Arabic, and since has been translated to English. 7026-IL-01 Interviewer: Doctor Elrad Lotner Interviewed: Muntazer al-Zaidi Date: 12/16/2008 Lotner: Hello Muntazer al-Zaidi. I’ve got a few questions that I’d like you to answer. al-Zaidi: How long will this take? I don’t want to be locked up forever. Lotner: It won’t take long. And you won’t be locked up if you answer my questions. al-Zaidi pauses. al-Zaidi: I guess I could do that. Lotner: Perfect. For starters, do you know who we are? We referring to this foundation. al-Zaidi: No. Lotner: Do you know of any organization that, like us, has strange and unusual beings, entities, or objects? al-Zaidi pauses to think. al-Zaidi: I don’t think so. Lotner: None? Not the Global Occult Coalition? The Choas Insurgency? Marshall, Carter, and Dark? The Serpent's Hand? al-Zaidi: Wait, that third one. Marshall, Carter, and Dark. I’ve heard of them. Lotner: You have? al-Zaidi: Yeah, they’re the ones that sold me those shoes. Lotner: Sold you the shoes? al-Zaidi: Yes. Lotner: Why would Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. sell you shoes? al-Zaidi: Because those aren’t your ordinary shoes. They make people fucking explode. Lotner: Make people explode? How so? al-Zaidi: Yeah, you throw them at someone, the shoe sticks to them, burrows inside them, then expands and makes them explode. Lotner quickly writes notes on his clipboard Lotner: When did you acquire these shoes? al-Zaidi: Oh, a long time ago. Maybe a year or two ago. I’ve been waiting a while for the right moment. Lotner: What else do you know about these shoes? al-Zaidi: The lady who sold them to me said that when they're going fast they’re really dangerous. Even if you’re running in them and going the right speed they’ll kill you. Or if you’re driving at the right speed and wearing them. They’ll kill you. Lotner: Did this lady tell you who they were made by? al-Zaidi: I think so, though I don’t remember. Some terrorist organizations probably. She said the shoes were made by them to kill people. They don’t set off metal detectors or anything, so you can sneak right in with them to any government building, or on a plane, or wherever you want and kill whoever you want. I’m a journalist. I’ve seen the atrocities committed against my people. George Bush is the criminal mastermind behind all of it. I felt I had to do to him what he’s done to so many others. Lotner writes more on his clipboard, then thinks to himself. al-Zaidi: Is that all you need from me? Lotner pauses before speaking. Lotner: Yes, that should be all. [End of Log] After the interview, al-Zaidi was administered Class-C amnestics to erase his memories of the interview, as well as his memories of SCP-7026 and Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Further testing with SCP-7026 confirmed what al-Zaidi had stated in his interview. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7026" by Doc Bodean, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7026. Licensed under CC-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-shoe-image Name: Bush Shoe Throw.jpg Author: Tgd85 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7027 | euclid | SCP-7027 Byㅤ Metaphysician Published on 01 Oct 2022 16:49 Item #: SCP-7027 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Containment Site-95 has been constructed near SCP-7027’s point of (terrestrial) origin. Due to the relative isolation of Site-95 and the passive nature of GOI-0184/SCP-7027-1, minimal security is required. As of 2021, interacting with GOI-0184 is prohibited. Observation is to continue remotely as long as it does not disrupt the practices of GOI-0184. Refusal to comply with non-intervention will result in termination. Site-95 is to remain active to ensure the continued containment of SCP-7027-2. Research into SCP-7027-2 is to remain on hold for the foreseeable future. Description: SCP-7027 designates an anomalous phenomenon primarily harnessed as a process of physical transfiguration and psychological augmentation by members of a monastic order located in the Karakoram mountain range. Individuals infected by SCP-7027 are classified as SCP-7027-1. The anomaly initially manifests as a 15mm to 25mm diameter black circular dot on the center of an affected individual’s forehead. This mark superficially resembles a decorative bindi but is irremovable unless surgically excised soon after infection. As SCP-7027 progresses, it will consume the face of its host, causing the front of the skull to sink and eventually collapse into an indeterminately deep void before slowly spreading to the rest of the body. Flesh blackened by SCP-7027 does not reflect light and will, over a period of time, develop holes and fissures that further disfigure SCP-7027-1 and, like the aperture that consumed much of the host’s head, displays physically impossible interior dimensions. Objects introduced to these voids are ultimately unrecoverable. SCP-7027-1(44), after 16 years of infection. SCP-7027 created cavities produce a continuous discharge, the emanation visibly behaving in a manner similar to a hot gas or plasma but appearing almost completely opaque, save for its outermost zone which bears a semi-translucent quality which blurs/distorts the space around it. All efforts to extract a sample have failed, leaving its chemical composition unknown (if chemical composition is in any way applicable to the anomaly). Despite its resistance to analysis, it has been discovered that the temperature around the fissures steadily decreases, closely approaching absolute zero as the SCP-7027-1 enters the final stage of infection, at which point they disintegrate before disappearing completely, leaving no trace of matter, including when the subject is held in a fully sterilized vacuum sealed containment unit. The progression of SCP-7027 violates the law of conservation of mass, with the subatomic particles composing SCP-7027-1 undergoing annihilation without the apparent introduction of their respective antiparticles. The transformation occurs over decades and inevitably results in the destruction of vital organs, including the brain and heart. By this stage, SCP-7027-1 are clinically deceased, requiring neither sleep nor sustenance, but remain mobile and will continue to wander the monastery when not seated in meditation. The Foundation has yet to uncover the exact source of SCP-7027 but physical symptoms of infection follow only after the monks have confined themselves within the walls of the monastery. These interiors are just large enough to allow for meditation and function as a form of sensory deprivation. The monks believe that, by immersing themselves in darkness, they allow their bodies to become its host. There have been reports from personnel at Site-95 describing possible paranatural encounters but the ephemeral nature of these incidents renders them unconducive to repeat experimentation and classification. The following is a list of purported incidents: Sightings of mobile humanoid shadows without apparent source Higher frequency of night terrors and sleep paralysis Sudden transitory cold-spots, even within the insulated and heated sections of Site-95 Higher than average radio interference in and around the monastery The appearance (and rapid disappearance) of black stains throughout the monastery (though these may represent an unknown species of slime mold) Long-term personnel displaying a steady decrease in feelings of self-worth during routine psychological examinations (without symptoms typically associated with depression), though this is possibly a mundane reaction to observing the practices and traditions of GOI-0184 The Foundation became aware of SCP-7027 in 1956, following reports of unusual disfigurements occurring among members of an isolated Buddhist sect in Tibet. Due to the singular nature of their philosophy, the sect and monastery had no formal name but the residents of neighboring villages commonly referred to them as "The Empty Ones" (lit. “Those who are Empty of Being”). Classified as GOI-0184, the order practices an extreme form of asceticism and forbids the use of personal names, depictions of the human form, or even the preservation of its own history. It is believed by members of GOI-0184 that enlightenment (bodhi “awakening”) can only be achieved through drastic humility. To do this, they must be purged of vanity and pride, with corporeal existence regarded as the “final arrogance” to be undone. Through SCP-7027, the monks believe they can permanently escape Samsara, the cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Despite their surface resemblance to other Buddhist sects, GOI-0184 bears many significant deviations. For example, the monks of GOI-0184 believe in Akriyavada1, a heretical doctrine which claims that moral acts have no consequences and therefore no influence on rebirth. Unlike most monastic traditions, GOI-0184 includes both men (gelong) and women (gelongma), many initiated as children. All are expected to practice the same level of asceticism, regardless of age, gender, or physical health. This life of austerity includes the renunciation of material possessions, avoidance of physical pleasures, and meager diets that leave members in a state of chronic starvation, though without many of the symptoms associated with severe inanition. Members of GOI-0184 practice ritual self-mortification, believing that pain, humiliation, self-denial, and disfigurement aid in the destruction of ego. Prior to containment, methods of humiliation often involved visiting neighboring villages where the monks would remove their clothes, smear themselves in dirt and ash, and (non-verbally) beg or incite the locals into physically assaulting them. Despite frequent injury and infection, this behavior has never been observed to result in fatalities and the villagers regard their actions as part of a tradition beneficial to the monks, as opposed to violence committed out of sincere ire. GOI-0184 does not actively recruit and instead receives initiates by anomalous means. Newly arrived members have refused to communicate, suggesting a prior knowledge of at least some of the order's tenets. As they are unwilling to divulge information, their reasons for joining are unknown. It is presently hypothesized that SCP-7027's influence extends beyond the monastery and is capable of compelling certain individuals to join through anomalous suggestion or possibly even direct control. The Foundation allows these supplicants within Site-95 as they provide a steady flow of SCP-7027-1 specimens for research, who willingly accept their permanent containment, and do not interfere with the work of personnel. Due to the region’s extreme terrain, it is possible that some of those called to the monastery do not survive the journey. As all members appear to be of Tibetan or Nepalese descent, it is likely that SCP-7027's reach is limited to the region or determined by a genetic component but it is also possible that these common elements are purely coincidental. The single exception to this pattern is SCP-7027-1(251), which will be further elaborated upon in the section detailing the incident of 09/12/1997. The monks of GOI-0184 maintain a vow of silence, leaving only a single person to represent and speak for the sect. Rendered the de-facto leader of GOI-0184, this individual (classified as POI-539) refers to himself as a "Bodhisattva", whose position requires that he refrain from certain aspects of the faith in order to facilitate the path to nirvana for other monks (a practice not unheard of and which can be found in the Mahayana tradition of Buddhism). As a result, POI-539 has avoided infection by SCP-7027, though intends to seek a successor so that he might begin the process. POI-539: Interview 06/22/1956 ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: POI-539 Interviewer: Dr. Jonathan Isaac Foreword: POI-539 is a Tibetan man estimated to be between the age of 50-60. Like other members of GOI-0184, all efforts to find further identification have failed. As he otherwise lives by the tenets of his order, his body appears malnourished and covered with infected wounds. Interview conducted in and translated from Lhasa (Standard) Tibetan. <Begin Log> Dr. Jonathan Isaac: Am I to understand that you have no name? You must have had a life before [GOI-0184]. POI-539: We are a slate wiped clean. Past is erased along with the name. There is only the Way. If this one must be labeled, Bodhisattva will suffice, for it is this one’s purpose. Dr. Jonathan Isaac: No, that won’t be necessary, POI-539. Simply a matter of record, though not required. Please, tell me about what you mean by “the Way”. POI-539: We follow the Way of the Black Buddha. To exist, to impose yourself on reality, is the foundational conceit upon which all suffering is derived. It is not a path to walk, not a goal to be sought. It is simply surrender. Dr. Jonathan Isaac: And what do you become? POI-539: "Becoming" implies creation. We do not become anything. We are unmade. Śūnyatā2 embraces us. It is a truth without color or shape. It permeates, festers, [and] soaks us in darkness. Others would struggle, [they] would cling to the illusion of life. Dr. Jonathan Isaac: But why this process? There are swifter methods to end your life. POI-539: You still fail to understand. Death is meaningless. The flesh is returned to the earth - the soul is returned to Samsara. The cycle continues. Sacrifice yourself in vain. There is no mercy, no enlightenment, in the turning of the Wheel. Dr. Jonathan Isaac: Is existence really so awful? It seems that much of your pain is self-inflicted. POI-539: Life is suffering. But it is not without a certain insidious beauty. It fascinates, it enthralls, and it binds us to this realm, to fragile and fleeting forms. The illusion is dispelled the moment you recognize it for the falsehood that it is. There can be no return to ignorance, no matter how comforting the lie may be. We seek escape, before the truth is lost to death and rebirth - to the ceaseless turning of that hated Wheel. Dr. Jonathan Isaac: I believe I understand you now. But tell me, why [SCP-7027]? Why this method? How does it work? POI-539: There are three great illusions; three shackles which bind us. Life, the world, and the self. We must surrender to the obliteration of the self, if we are ever to transcend. One cannot fight the self, for it feeds on struggle. This tether cannot be broken. But there is a way to slip free. One must sink so low, to the darkest, most wretched depths. When we achieve Śūnyatā, the void consumes that which we manifest - and a shackle cannot bind what no longer exists. It slips away, like rain from our hands, like dust upon a wind. This is the obliteration of the self. Dr. Jonathan Isaac: I see. That will be all. Thank you for your time. <End Log> Ground-penetrating radar detected the presence of man-made objects beneath the monastery and its surrounding land. Initial discoveries include a number of large ash deposits containing traces of paper, birch bark and silk (most likely immolated manuscripts) and heavily damaged Buddhist statues and murals which have been carbon dated to the 14th century CE. Reconstructed statues were found to resemble the Buddha seated in a lotus position but as no fragments of the face were discovered, it is hypothesized that the statues were procured intact, ritually defaced to resemble SCP-7027-1, only to be shattered and buried some time later. Careful restoration of the murals would reveal depictions of robed figures (presumably monks) wreathed by an aura of black flames which undoubtedly represented SCP-7027. Based on this evidence, it can be surmised that GOI-0184 had not always forbade artistic representation but adopted aniconism3, resulting in or preceding an iconoclastic episode between the 14th and 15th century CE. On 04/17/1987, the GoI-0184 monastery was damaged by a natural landslide. As the section was rarely used, there were fortunately no fatalities. The disaster would reveal the presence of man-made structures beneath the monastery. Following an archaeological survey of the site, it was determined that the ruins were Epipalaeolithic and built not long after the arrival of modern humans to the region. Building material consisted of stone, bone, and clay, though the architecture itself displays a level of ingenuity uncommon among contemporaneous cultures. The structure had been built at the mouth of a natural mountain cavern, which was discovered to contain a gallery of well-preserved parietal art, including a pair of murals. The first depicts a tall white humanoid with their left hand over their heart (where splashes of red pigment suggest injury) and their right hand extended with the palm facing up. Six ochre color humanoids prostrate themselves before the larger white figure. A black formless substance rises from the ground and enters the opened mouths of the smaller, presumably human figures. Despite its greater size, the white humanoid is not depicted as domineering, more likely a teacher or spiritual leader than a king or conqueror. What at first was mistaken for a tail turned out to be a crack in the wall but its appearance, along with the figure’s enlightened countenance and pose, has led one Tibetan specialist to make a comparison to Pha Trelgen Changchup Sempa4, the mythical monkey-ancestor of the Tibetan people. The second mural displays a complex three-leveled scenario centered around a tree with deep roots. Viewed from the bottom-up, it depicts black serpents gnawing on the roots which have black veins, perhaps to represent poisoning, infection, or the spread of a curse. The taint rises through the roots, into the second level, where humanoids bite into the roots, removing the taint as someone would suck out venom; the humanoids have missing limbs, and bare numerous black spots - the practice of purifying the roots shown to not be without a cost. At the highest level, the tree is healthy and full of leaves, surviving thanks to the sacrifice of those below. If the radiocarbon dating of this site is accurate, it is possible that individuals have been working to contain SCP-7027 for 20,000 years. On 09/12/1997, Security Officer Łukasz Maciejewski entered the Site-95 infirmary at 0600 hours to request medication for what he believed at the time to be a sinus headache. Medical personnel immediately noticed a black spot on Maciejewski’s forehead and after a thorough physical examination, determined that the subject was infected by SCP-7027 and exhibiting the first visible symptom of SCP-7027-1 transformation. Maciejewski was classified as anomalous and received the SCP-7027-1(251) designation, becoming the first and, at present, only recorded case of an SCP-7027-1 to not be a member of GOI-0184. SCP-7027-1(251) willingly cooperated with its containment and observation, becoming a critical source of information due to being the solitary SCP-7027-1 to not be bound to GOI-0184’s vow of silence. SCP-7027-1(251): Interview 09/13/1997 ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-7027-1(251) Interviewer: Dr. Sui Miyazawa <Begin Log> Dr. Sui Miyazawa: I know this may be regarded as unprofessional but I wish to offer my sincerest apology. Had we known infection could occur in such a manner, we would have certainly taken stronger safety precautions. SCP-7027-1(251): You couldn’t know. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Well, still, we will do everything we can to undo your predicament and hopefully prevent this from happening in the future. OK. With that said, I wish to ask you a few questions about the days leading up to your current condition. Did you by any chance directly interact with any SCP-7027-1? Any physical contact? SCP-7027-1(251): No. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: OK. And what of the monastery itself? Did you ever access the inner walls? SCP-7027-1(251): Just routine patrols. Never lingered long. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Well, how do you feel? You seem rather calm, considering the gravity of the situation. SCP-7027-1(251): I don’t feel anything. But I know I should. I should feel horror but instead I feel nothing at all. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Do you have a history of depression? SCP-7027-1(251): No. This isn’t a familiar experience. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: So we can probably assume that this is a symptom. SCP-7027-1(251): [Subject nods] And I should be angry. Angry that I can’t feel, right? I know what my brain wants. It wants to scream. It wants to rage. But instead, nothing… Just emptiness. It’s like trying to locate a word in the dictionary, only to find that it's been cut out. Now there’s just a hole. <End Log> By early 1998, SCP-7027 had spread to SCP-7027-1(251)’s left eye and formed a vein that wrapped around the subject’s neck and connected to a newly formed black mark located at the cervical region of the spine. SCP-7027-1(251) will occasionally report headache before expelling dark smoke and sludge from his mouth, with both substances/forms evaporating too rapidly to allow analysis. Subject suffers frequent and violent tremors, causing the body to contort unnaturally and for the subject to walk with a stiff, shambling gait. As SCP-7027-1 belonging to GOI-0184 do not display similar reactions, it is possible that their teachings and practices, particularly meditation, ultimately allows them to better tolerate the effects of SCP-7027 infection. SCP-7027-1(251): Interview 02/05/1998 ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-7027-1(251) Interviewer: Dr. Sui Miyazawa <Begin Log> Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Hello, SCP-7027-1(251), I would like to ask you a few questions. SCP-7027-1(251): [Subject is curled on the floor, staring at the ceiling with their remaining eye] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: You’re clearly in a state of acute distress. I’ve been told you’ve received morphine this morning. Has it helped? SCP-7027-1(251): No. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: OK. On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you describe your pain? 1 being the lowest level of discomfort and 10 being… SCP-7027-1(251): [Interrupts] There is no scale that could possibly capture the pain I feel at this moment. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: I’ll just write you down as a 10. You again display unusual calm and clarity, despite your ongoing predicament. SCP-7027-1(251): There’s a separation. I don’t, I don’t know what else to call it. The pain is visceral. Nauseating. I’m in unending agony. But it also feels like an out of body experience. [Subject suffers a coughing fit, causing black smoke to emanate from both natural and SCP-7027 created orifices] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: We can end the interview early if you need rest. SCP-7027-1(251): [Wipes a black smear from his mouth and chin] No. But what else can I say? The monks. They can take a decade to change. It’s been what, only a year? Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Actually, you’ve been in containment for about 5 months. Almost. SCP-7027-1(251): Is Khan5 on duty? Can you ask him to put a bullet through my head? Though I’m guessing it will just be another hole with my condition, right? Dr. Sui Miyazawa: We believe that to be the case, yes. I will bring up your request for merciful termination to the Director but I can’t make any promises. <End Log> Due to the research potential presented by SCP-7027-1(251), the request for merciful termination was denied. SCP-7027-1(251)’s transformation displayed significant deviation from other SCP-7027-1, warping the body in conjunction with its increasing number of void pits (each of which steadily grew in circumference at a rate of approximately 1.3 cm/year) and fusing the subject to the containment room floor. Prior to the cessation of brain activity, the subject developed symptoms of dementia and acute memory loss, though it is unknown if these were caused directly by SCP-7027 or were a natural response to SCP-7027 induced trauma. By the year 2000, SCP-7027-1(251) lost the ability to see but retained its mouth and right ear. SCP-7027-1(251): Interview 12/23/2000 ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-7027-1(251) Interviewer: Dr. Sui Miyazawa <Begin Log> Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Hello, SCP-7027-1(251). It’s that time again. How do you feel? Would you kindly describe your recent experiences? SCP-7027-1(251): The shadows won’t stop. They reach inside and take and take. Greedy claws that scrape and tear. I’d bleed for you, but all I have to offer is dust and oil. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: And the pain? No need for a scale, just describe it as best as you can. SCP-7027-1(251): Oh, that? A part of me is in agony but that part is falling deeper and deeper. How afraid he must be. A cool sludge moves beneath my skin. As far as I remember, it was always there. [subject vomits and holds the black spewage in its hands] Oh no, it came out. [subject smears the substance across the floor where it rapidly evaporates] How clumsy of me. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: You mentioned shadows a moment ago. Do you see something? SCP-7027-1(251): Because I don’t have eyes? You can’t just assume that, that’s… [trails off, evidently losing focus] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Do you see something? SCP-7027-1(251): There are skittering shapes in the darkness. Yellow carapaces; a pale gold. A hundred bodies, each a hundred legs. They were sacred, once. I know this now. How many memories were lost in that trade? Ha, ha- [subject wheezes and coughs] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Like centipedes? And who were they sacred to? SCP-7027-1(251): Can you smell my fumes? It’s incense. Did you know that? Like opium and myrrh and ancient books. It lingers on my tongue and tastes like forgotten dreams. It’s not my memory. Something else remembers it. Something down deep below. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Who remembers? SCP-7027-1(251): The librarians. It reminds them of the kingdom under the mountain. It reminds them of home. My home is a cage. Where they are just feels like one. The dark and cold preserves. That’s all that mattered… [subject slumps, losing consciousness] <End Log> SCP-7027-1(251) would not regain consciousness until 14 days after the 12/23/2000 interview and was unaware of its last conversation, displaying increased memory loss and confusion. By late 2001 the subject’s lower body and left arm coalesced into a shapeless, hardened mound and its remaining epidermis developed a gray, cracked appearance. SCP-7027-1(251): Interview 10/23/2001 ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: SCP-7027-1(251) Interviewer: Dr. Sui Miyazawa <Begin Log> Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Hello, SCP-7027-1(251). Are you able to communicate today? SCP-7027-1(251): Spiraling, spiraling, ‘round… ‘round… [pauses, expelling a black effluvium from its orifices] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Do you remember my voice? Do you know who this is? SCP-7027-1(251): M-m-mommy? It’s cold. It’s so cold. Please, let me in… let… me… in… Dr. Sui Miyazawa: No, no, I’m sorry. It’s Dr. Sui. Do you even remember your name? SCP-7027-1(251): A memory… of a memory… of a memory… then nothing! [subject vocalizes noise resembling a combination of laughter, crying, and screaming] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Describe what you feel. SCP-7027-1(251): ‘Round, ‘round… always down, down… down the drain. Thrown away. Flushed. The scraps, the dregs. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Are you even in there, Maciejewski? SCP-7027-1(251): Their end comes for us all. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: What do you mean? Do you mean the monks or something else? SCP-7027-1(251): The new king made them forget what the old king showed them. When they found the truth again, they buried it. The rituals remain but they don’t know what it means. Better not to know. Better a blessing than a curse. Flesh to sponge up so much nothing. What a filthy, polluted filter we make. It isn’t a hole. It’s not. It looks like one but it’s not. I’m a hole but I’m not the darkness. Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Then what is it? SCP-7027-1(251): [subject whispers in a secretive manner, its tone almost playful] It’s an eclipse. Did you not know? The highest did it, after what we did. All for trying to lift us to their heights. Tragic, tragic - what miserable ingrates we are. Their moon is a deathless city - a city of knowledge, of secrets and forgotten things - and it casts a long, long shadow. Under the corpse light of their failed black sun, you would never know it was golden… You’d nev-[what remained of the subject’s skull suddenly caved in and was followed 4 seconds later by the complete collapse of its body] Dr. Sui Miyazawa: Maciejewski? Shit! [to security officers] Get me out of here and secure the chamber! <End Log> SCP-7027-1(251’s) collapsed body spread across the containment chamber as its void apertures merged to create a single portal which was designated SCP-7027-2. Unlike other SCP-7027-1, SCP-7027-1(251) failed to fully annihilate, with its remaining husk forming a 3.2 m radius ring around the newly manifested anomaly and rendering SCP-7027-2 permanently fixed for the time being. SCP-7027-2’s interior displays properties identical to smaller SCP-7027 created void apertures. Due to SCP-7027-2’s size and apparent stability, unmanned exploration was deemed feasible. SCP-7027-2’s interior environment is hazardous to organic life but exhibits conditions similar to the vacuum of space, though with abnormally low temperatures comparable to the Boomerang Nebula (LEDA 3074547)6. Despite these similarities, there is nothing else to suggest that SCP-7027-2 connects to outer-space as no stars have been observed from within. Though no conclusive evidence has been discovered, the most accepted hypothesis is that SCP-7027-2 leads to a dimension outside our own. There does exist a downward gravitational pull but its source has yet to be discovered. Considering these factors, it was determined that the best method to survey SCP-7027-2’s interior would be through a remote probe designed for long-term space exploration. On 04/10/2002 at 09:00 hours, this probe was released into SCP-7027-2 from where it would record and transmit its findings to Site-95. Site-95 did not receive any notable transmissions until 07/16/2020, more than 18 years after its delivery into SCP-7027. Collected data includes a number of images depicting gold-colored artificial structures which together appeared to form a sprawling metropolis. These images were captured approximately 46 hours earlier, over a 12 second period before all contact with the probe was lost, the device presumably destroyed upon impact. Final image captured before termination of transmission. Further research is pending. / SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub Æ is for "Ærials" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7027" by Metaphysician, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7027. Licensed under CC-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: KV77hvE.jpe Name: Bundesarchiv Bild 135-S-17-13-03, Tibetexpedition, Mönch mit Augenbinde.jpg Author: Ernst Schäfer License: CC BY-SA 3.0 DE Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image was edited by Metaphysician. Filename: Y4CxigY.jpe Name: Somnath Temple, Somnath.jpg Author: Kuldeep S *License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image was edited by Metaphysician. Footnotes 1. Derived from the Sanskrit akriya, meaning inactive, torpid, and worthless. 2. Typically translated as emptiness or voidness. 3. Aniconism is the prohibition of material representations in a culture or religion, typically applied to deities, prophets, and saints, but can also extend to all things natural and supernatural. 4. Pha means "father", Trelgen "old monkey", Changchub "enlightenment" and Sempa meaning "intention" 5. Security Officer Khan Yang. 6. The Boomerang Nebula, located approximately 5,000 light-years from Earth, is the coldest known region in the universe and measured at 1 K (−272.15 °C). |
SCP-7028 | euclid | SCP-7028 Byㅤ AriadnesThread Published on 28 Sep 2022 19:45 [[iftags +component]] This is a component that animates the ACS header upon loading. How to use: Put this in anywhere in the article: [[include :scp-wiki:component:acs-animation]] And you're done! Example: SCP-5935 Note: - Two variables, --timeScale and --timeDelay, control the timings of the animation. For example: [[module CSS]] :root { --timeScale: 2; --timeDelay: 0.5s; } [[/module]] --timeScale slows down the entire animation by a factor of 2, and --timeDelay delays the starting point of the animation by half a second. Default values are 1 and 0s, respectively. To change the default values, put the above after the [[include]]. --timeDelay is recommended if the ACS isn't the first content element, or you're using it in conjunction with other animation modules (a la Fade In.) - Likely incompatible with other types of ACS headers*. *To use with PeppersGhost's ACS Lite, add the following patch after the [[include]]: [[module CSS]] /*-- ACS Lite Animation Compatibility Patch --*/ .anom-bar > .bottom-box::before { display: none; } .anom-bar > .bottom-box { box-shadow: none!important; } div.diamond-part { clip-path: none; animation: none; box-shadow: none!important; } @media (max-width: 480px) { div.top-right-box { clip-path: polygon(0% -30%, 100% -30%, 100% 130%, 0% 130%); } } [[/module]] - Inspired by the works of AnAnomalousWriter. Source Code: :root { --timeScale: 1; --timeDelay: 0s; } /* Converting middle divider from box-shadow to ::before pseudo-element */ .anom-bar > div.bottom-box { box-shadow: none; position: relative; } .anom-bar > div.bottom-box::before { position: absolute; content: " "; width: 100%; height: 0.5rem; bottom: 100%; left: 0; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-menubg-black-color, 12, 12, 12)); } /* DIVIDER */ .anom-bar > .bottom-box::before { animation-name: divider; animation-duration: calc(0.74s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.1s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.32,.38,.39,.94); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* CLASSIFIED LEVEL BARS */ div.top-center-box > * { animation-name: bar; animation-duration: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.2s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(2) { animation-delay: calc(0.32s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(3) { animation-delay: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(4) { animation-delay: calc(0.61s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(5) { animation-delay: calc(0.75s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(6) { animation-delay: calc(0.95s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } /* TOP TEXT */ div.top-left-box, div.top-right-box { clip-path: polygon( 0% -50%, 150% -50%, 150% 100%, 0% 100%); } div.top-left-box > *, div.top-right-box > * { position: relative; animation-name: bottomup; animation-duration: calc(0.65s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.5s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /*-----------------------------------*/ /*-----------------------------------*/ /* CONTAINMENT, DISRUPTION, RISK CLASSES */ div.text-part > * { clip-path: polygon( 0% 0%, 100% 0%, 100% 100%, 0% 100%); animation-name: expand2; animation-duration: calc(0.5s * var(--timeScale)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.text-part > :nth-child(1) { animation-name: expand1; } div.text-part > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.6s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.text-part > :nth-child(2) { animation-delay: calc(0.75s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.text-part > :nth-child(3) { animation-delay: calc(0.86s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.main-class::before, div.main-class::after { animation-name: iconslide; animation-duration: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.8s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* BOTTOM TEXT */ div.main-class > *, div.disrupt-class > *, div.risk-class > * { white-space: nowrap; animation-name: flowIn; 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Imagine how much worse it would be if they had proof they were right. Thank you for reading! Image is under Creative Commons license and owner information can be found at https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lalibela,_san_giorgio,_esterno_24.jpg. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . 23 Item#: SCP-7028 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo From: Site Director Zala Abebe To: Staff (ALL) Subject: RE:Incident 7028-78 After the latest attempted breach of the Reliquary, I would like to take this moment to address the most common question of anyone new to Site-89 as this moment should serve as an important object lesson to the answer. “Why do we lock down the books 7028 creates to such a degree? Why the intense security and secrecy? Why would anyone care?” After today, I hope it is understood that many do care. What we protect at this Site is at its core information; information that people can and will kill to get their hands on. Religious, cultural, or otherwise, 7028 creates information that has been lost to humanity. These pages might seem as niche academic interests to most, but in some cases what can be confirmed in these documents would overturn consensus reality in an instant or even destroy the Veil entirely. Man has killed fellow man for millennia because they believed that God had told them to. Imagine how much worse it would be if they had proof they were right. Secure. Contain. Protect. Director Abebe Biet Giyorgis, Lalibela, Ethiopia Photo with Orthodox pilgrim in foreground. SCP-7028-1 is not visible. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the historical importance of SCP-7028’s location and designation as a World Heritage Site, containment is focused upon restricting access to SCP-7028-1 as well as ensuring that any documents which make their way into public circulation are confiscated and secured at Site-89 for further research and/or destruction if deemed necessary. Successful infiltration of the Zamani Project by Foundation personnel has erased the appropriate access tunnel from public records; however due to the apparent cognitohazardous effect created by SCP-7028-1, regular patrols amongst the tourists, pilgrims, and civilian researchers to ensure redirection as well as information signs with strong countermemes throughout the complex will be required. Class C amnestics are to be administered to any visitor who cannot be easily redirected from attempting to access SCP-7028-1 or at the Site Director’s discretion. Embedded agents in various libraries in Europe, Asia, and Africa.Specifically the British Library, Bibliothèque nationale de France, the Vatican Secret Archives, The Balme Library (University of Ghana, Accra),, National Library of India, 中国国家图书馆 (National Library of China, Beijing), Российская государственная библиотека (Russian State Library, Moscow), საქართველოს პარლამენტის ეროვნული ბიბლიოთეკა (National Parliamentary Library of Georgia, Tbilisi), and کتابخانه ملی (National Library of Iran, Tehran). will monitor collections directly for SCP-7028-3 instances, as well as smaller collections at nearby universities and historical sites when possible. To date, no documents have been found in libraries located in North or South America, but in order to ensure integrity of the Veil, monthly monitoring major libraries on both continents will be required. All recovered instances of SCP-7028-3 are to be reviewed through the Department of Tactical Theology's 'Fourteen Holy Helpers' task force, in order to first check the document for cognitohazards, hostile meme corruption, or anomalous properties. After confirmation of the document's anomalous threats, Foundation historians, Department of Tactical Theology, and other researchers will then study the document for possible actionable intelligence regarding various GOIs or connections to other SCP anomalies. All SCP-7028-3 instances are to be stored in a secure reliquary room at Site-89 which will then be monitored twenty-four hours a day. Any unauthorized attempts at access will be met with appropriate force. Description: SCP-7028 resembles a small medieval scriptorium, although with varied items and details from multiple geographical and chronological points making exact cultural, chronological, or geographical determination impossible. Access is via an anomalous subterranean tunnel designated SCP-7028-1 beneath the Biet Giyorgis (Church of Saint George), Lalibela, Ethiopia. This tunnel terminates with a single dark wooden door with a small square peephole, which is typically covered by a sliding slat of matching wood. On the center of the slat there is a crude carving of what appears to be two snakes comprising an uneven circle. Within the interior of SCP-7028, four scribe’s desks are situated into a square in the middle of the room, each facing the walls with room to walk between the wall and the desk. The walls are made of hewn volcanic tuff matching SCP-7028-1, with a single iron grated window on the wall opposite the door. This window appears to look directly into interstellar space, showing unidentifiable constellations or other astronomical features not mapped within the current Foundation records. Five humanoid entities inhabit SCP-7028, designated SCP-7028-2α, -2β, -2γ, -2δ, and -2ε, each resembling a human woman of varying racial heritage. Each carry an additional designation which they will use to identify themselves, see Addendum 7028.1 for further details regarding behavior and individual appearances. All five instances are rarely in SCP-7028 at the same time, however it is not clear how these entities are able to leave the scriptorium space as no other entrances or exits are visible besides SCP-7028-1. At least one entity is present at all times, with the exception of ten-minute sessions during the day that match five of the seven Benedictine canonical hours (at the appropriate hour in East Africa Time), specifically Lauds, Prime, Sext, Vespers, and Compline. While empty, the main area of SCP-7028 may be entered and distant chanting is heard, although it does not match any known religious office and is in a language that is as yet to be deciphered. While audio monitoring is possible via remote recording equipment within SCP-7028, to date no successful video footage has been recorded past SCP-7028-1. Crude wooden shelving has been set against the other wall with various manuscript-making tools and supplies, and completed texts without any apparent ordering or cataloging system. While no locking mechanism exists for the completed manuscripts on the shelving, as was common in some medieval scriptoriums, it is recommended that agents and researchers ask for permission from an SCP-7028-2 entity if present, before taking a book or item for further research. It is worth noting that nothing taken from the room will remain with a person once they exit out of SCP-7028-1 and will reappear upon the shelf or surface they were taken from. The mechanism for this automatic return process is unknown. During occupied hours, SCP-7028-2 entities can be seen working on manuscripts in a manner of a medieval scribe, using feather pens, simple black or brown ink, and cured animal hide parchment (although the species of animal the materials come from have not been conclusively identified as no objects can be removed for further study). While in the process of inscription, the manuscript will appear to be a nondescript folio covered in simple light brown leather, regardless of what appearance that the resulting SCP-7028-2 instance takes on upon completion. At any given time, there is at least one SCP-7028-2 instance working as scribe with all four desks appearing occupied in roughly 27% of visits by Foundation personnel. The process of inscribing the text within the folio can take anywhere from two months to a full year, depending upon the length of the text. The scribe will continuously work on the manuscript, with the exception of the aforementioned religious offices, ignoring all questions and writing in an unknown language. Upon completion, the SCP-7028-2 entity will place the manuscript upon a shelf where it will transform over the course of the next five hours into a visually distinct, specific textual work now designated SCP-7028-3. These texts have been found with content ranging from known works by historical personages, religious or fictional texts that have been theorized as having existed by historians and archeologists but never found in complete form, or a previously unknown work, typically associated with one or more world religions or anomalous religious groups. While most of these documents do not differ in meaningful ways from the copies that exist already within known collections (to the extent that the copies are indistinguishable from the originals), the lost and previously unknown documents are often either entirely contradictory to religious or academic understanding of the subject, include definitive mentions of various anomalous Groups of Interest and religions, and would likely result in either Veil disruption or societal unrest, particularly coupled with the instance in 77% of these documents of harmful cognitohazardous messaging designed to inflame the religious or political tendencies of those reading the document and those exposed to the information from a third party, as well as cause the viewer to never question its authenticity. Seven days after its completion and transformation the book will vanish, no matter where it is placed in SCP-7028 or if observers are present. Of the 231 books completed during the Foundation's monitoring of the site, 187 have reappeared within the collections of major European, Asian, and African public and academic libraries, typically uncatalogued by library staff. See Recovered Item List for further details. The mechanism for this transfer is not understood, and will occur even if the instance is visually monitored at the time of disappearance. Discovery: It is believed by Foundation archaeologists that the anomaly does not predate the construction of the Biet Giyorgis, however this has not been directly confirmed. Oral tradition places initial discovery by local Ethiopian Orthodox priests after construction of the monolithic structure was completed, typically dated to the twelfth century CE after the conquest of Jerusalem by Saladin. Discovery of SCP-7028-1 resulted in the formation of rudimentary containment procedures by the resident religious authorities, consisting of primarily ensuring that pilgrims to the site were prevented from accessing SCP-7028-1 as well as confiscating and destroying any instances of SCP-7028-3 discovered outside of SCP-7028. The Foundation became aware of SCP-7028 after an instance of SCP-7028-3 (specifically SCP-7028-3a) was discovered in the collections of the Bibliothèque nationale de France by a graduate student from the Sorbonne doing research for their dissertation on 6/18/1947. The discovery generated considerable excitement within both the academic and Jewish communities as initial analysis by codicology and paleography experts indicated the artifact's apparent authenticity. An article written by one of the archivists in the BNF Manuscripts Room in a trade newsletter about the improbability of finding an overlooked copy of a famously 'lost' document in a major library was picked up by JOVE (Joint Occult Venture of Europe) who contacted the Foundation for assistance in determining the source of the document. Over the next four years, three more instances of SCP-7028-3 were found in various libraries in Europe and Asia. The connection to SCP-7028 was established in 1951 after the diaries of German explorer Freidrich Rohlfs (who was the first documented European visitor to the Labibela Churches) were discovered as an unconfirmed SCP-7028-3 instance in a Taiwan university library. The highly unusual discovery of the document by library staff caught the notice of Foundation assets in the area, and the diary was recovered, detailing the route to SCP-7028-1 and his meeting with an SCP-7028-2 entity and allowing the Foundation to investigate and secure the location. The Foundation then established Site-89 to secure SCP-7028 and other anomalies in the Horn of Africa region. Partial List of Recovered SCP-7028-3 Instances For complete list of all Recovered SCP-7028-3 Instances, contact Director Ababe. Instance: SCP-7028-3a Title: The Book of the Wars of the Lord (Hebrew: סֵפֶר מִלְחֲמֹת יהוה) Description: Lost biblical text that is referenced in both the Books of Numbers and Exodus, detailing various campaigns of the Israelites united under Moses and Joshua against the Amorites, Amaleks, and other Canaanite peoples. Date Recovered: 6/18/1947 Location Recovered: Bibliothèque nationale de France (Paris, France) Notes: First known document created by SCP-7028. Confirmation was made of its construction by SCP-7028-3β during a brief interview where the entity refused its return, stating that "this was not the purpose", presumably of SCP-7028. Of note, the work includes several verses dedicated to a violent conflict with the Daevites, containing multiple cognitohazards which compel the reader to prepare for an immediate threat or attack by any means necessary. Status: Stored within Reliquary 1 at Site-89. Instance: SCP-7028-3j Title: Bēowulf Description: Manuscript appears to be dated to the eighth century, making it a precursor to the Nowell Codex. Includes additional lines about other battles Beowulf waged in his service to Hrothgar and his rule over the Geats. Date Recovered: 7/15/1951 Notes: Content of the text varies greatly from the Norwell Codex, with a much stronger emphasis on pagan religious elements and little to no mention of Christian worship. Beowulf also has an encounter with beings described as 'terrible, made of metal and shouting praise to their god of the shattered', but there is no further context to definitively associate this to a known GOI. Status: Stored within Reliquary 5 at Site-89. Note from Director Abebe: While the Foundation recognizes the historical importance of documents such as SCP-7028-3j, for the sake of Veil integrity these lost literary works must remain contained. The benefit of their 'discovery' by the academic world cannot counterbalance the risk that someone ends up asking the wrong questions about where they're coming from. Instance: SCP-7028-3y Title: Guide for Those-Who-Seek-Knowledge Description: A small jar containing a papyrus scroll (3.5m in length, roughly 35cm in width throughout the roll), written in ancient proto-Hieratic script. The content is a dialogue between two unnamed figures, although one is strongly implied to be Thoth, the ancient Egyptian god of wisdom and learning. The dialogue outlines various ways the gods wield their power as well as specifics as to how, along with animal communication methods, alchemical recipes, and guides to thaumaturgic and ritualistic practices. Date Recovered: 6/8/1979 Location Recovered: کتابخانه ملی , Tehran, Iran. Notes: Testing has shown that many of the directions mentioned in these dialogues produce effective results with expected anomalous outcomes. Status: Stored in Reliquary 5 at Site-89. Instance: SCP-7028-3bn Title: The Complete Avesta Description: Manuscript is written in Avestan or Old Persian in a script no longer used by any modern Arabic populations. The paper and paleography used can date the document to roughly Second or Third Century CE, placing its theoretical creation in the height of the Sassanian Empire. Manuscript contains significantly more content than the K1 manuscript of the Avesta, and could possibly be the theorized 'Sassanian Archetype' of the document. The full history of the teaching of Ahura Mazda to Zoroaster is recounted in the first folio, with the usual place of Alexander the Great's conquest being replaced by an invasion of Sarkic hordes who inflict similar chaos without lasting occupation of Persian lands. The known texts mostly match known versions of the Avesta, but sections of the Vendidad include extensive additions of laws dictating the disposal of human remains as well as other restrictions not present in other versions. Date Recovered: 3/4/1981 Location Recovered: Bodleian Library, Oxford, United Kingdom. Notes: ORIA has discovered the existence of this instance through unknown means and has requested its return, or at least the ability to study the text directly..Internal investigations have not shown the presence of infiltrating third parties, an internal security breach, or installation of surveillance technology. O5 Decision is pending. Status: Stored Reliquary 11 at Site-89. Instance: SCP-7028-3ej Title: The Bir of Guru Granth Sahib Description: Document resembles an illuminated manuscript copy of Adi Granth (see notes) as it was finalized by the tenth guru of the Sikh faith, Guru Gobind Singh. Edition varies slightly from the original manuscript which is held at Gurdwara Thum Sahib, but is embellished with a high degree of artistic design and appears to be dated to the Seventeenth Century CE. Date Recovered: 3/19/1992 Location Recovered: Hong Kong Central Library. Notes: This instance was later followed by five related documents, including copies of various hukamnama,.Edicts issued by various Sikh Gurus. documents relating to the Indian Independence effort against the British Empire, and literary works believed lost in the burning of the Sikh Reference Library in 1984 by the Indian Army. This follows a pattern, although inconsistent, of SCP-7028-2 instances as replacements of lost literature or religious documents. Status: Stored in Reliquary 12 at Site-89. Instance: SCP-7028-3cz Title: Star Signals Description: Hardcover copy of SCP-1425, nearly exactly matching the copy stored at Site-40 (which remains in Foundation custody without any breach of its containment). Date Recovered: 7/28/2008 Location Recovered: Vatican Secret Archives, Vatican City. Notes: Testing confirmed that the instance retained the anomalous properties of the original to an equal degree. However, this instance includes an additional appendix added to the end of the book which provides detailed instructions to reverse cognitohazardous infection by the text. These instructions have proven to work roughly 45% of SCP-1425 infection in controlled Foundation testing. Status: Instance was remanded to O5 Council custody at their request. Instance: SCP-7028-3fa Title: Memo on Project Tsarina Description: Printed document on 8"x11" copy paper outlining a detailed plan of attack against Site-87 Archeological Containment Unit with the express purpose of destruction of SCP-1348. Instance appears to be an internal dossier on a SAPPHIRE raid planned to take place on 10/1/2020. Date Recovered: 9/21/2019 Location Recovered: საქართველოს პარლამენტის ეროვნული ბიბლიოთეკა, Tbilisi, Georgia. Notes: Based on the information detailed by the instance as well as informants within SAPPHIRE, a joint operation with the Horizon Initiative's Project Malleus and members of the Foundation's Tactical Theology Division were able to intercept the assault force prior to their arrival at Site-87 and protect SCP-1348 from attack. The day after the incursion, a member of C-1348-A found a small inscription, previously unnoticed on the exterior walls of SCP-1348-03, which translated out of Amharic simply read 'Thank you'. This marks the first time that a SCP-7028-3 instance showed advanced information, although it should be noted that SAPPHIRE created the dossier several weeks before the planned attack per the document itself, and therefore should not be taken as evidence of precognizance. Per O5 directive, all currently stored and future SCP-7028-2 instances are to be re-examined for any actionable information. Status: Stored in Reliquary 14 at Site-89. ADDENDUM 7028.1 Physical Descriptions of SCP-7028-2 Instances SCP-7028-2 General Behavior SCP-7028-2α SCP-7028-2β SCP-7028-2γ SCP-7028-2δ SCP-7028-2ε As stated earlier, at least one SCP-7028-2 instance is always present within the main part of SCP-7028 with the exception of five apparent religious offices of an unknown provenance. While entities will acknowledge entrants to the interior of SCP-7028 and will nod in permission if asked about further study on a specific SCP-7028-3 instance, it appears that the entities have taken a religious vow of silence and will not answer direct questions. See Interview Log 7028.01 for further information. Instances of SCP-7028-2 are semi-translucent in appearance, suggesting a degree of incorporeality although collision occurs as expected if any attempt is made to touch one of the entities and they have no difficulty interacting with the physical objects within SCP-7028. Each of the instances do display expected coloration, if slightly muted and are capable of creating sound while walking or attending to various tasks, etc. Admission Protocol: Visitors are to knock twice at the doorway found at the end of SCP-7028-1 and wait until one of the instances present opens the door, nodding their head twice at the visitor who should then respond in kind. The instance will return to their tasks without speaking to the visitor, but will not impede any investigation of the texts and objects on the shelving around the room..It should be noted that the texts and objects change at unpredictable intervals which, coupled with the inability to remove items from SCP-7028 itself, has made cataloging and further research of these artifacts difficult. If the visitor attempts to read over whatever text the SCP-7028-2 instance is currently working on, the script will be indecipherable to the reader and the instance will continue to work without offering explanation. All instances except SCP-7028-2γ will bow as the visitor departs the main room via SCP-7028-1. If the knock is not answered by an instance and the time period matches one of the expected religious offices, visitors may enter SCP-7028 directly, although permission by the Site Director must be issued first. If there is no answer outside the expected religious office hours, the Site Director is to be contacted immediately. SCP-7028-2α appears to be a human woman, appearing to be roughly 30-40 years of age and of apparent southern European heritage..Note that while SCP-7028-2 instances have distinct appearances, none have aged visibly during the time of Foundation observation. It wears the religious habit of a typical nun of the Poor Clares Order with a black and white wimple and visible devotional scapular made of tooled leather displaying the fivefold design of the Roman Catholic Church attached to a leather cincture at the waist. Of note, they do not wear a visible crucifix or rosary. Within SCP-7028-2α's apparent order they are referred to by the designation 'Sister Mary Celeste'..This information, as well as the designations of the other SCP-7028-2 instances, were disclosed by SCP-7028-2α prior to Interview 7028.1. SCP-7028-2α speaks with a heavy northern Italian accent but understands English fluently. To date, SCP-7028-2α is the only instance to speak with Foundation personnel See Interview Log 7028.1 for further information. SCP-7028-2β appears to be a human woman roughly 40 years of age and of apparent southeast Asian heritage wearing a traditional kāṣāya..Buddhist religious garment, specifically the yellow shade of the Mahāsāṃghika order. In addition to the triple robe, they also wear an ornate samakaksika which bears the Eight Auspicious Signs worked in gold thread. Their hair is shaved close to the scalp and they are never seen wearing footwear. Within SCP-7028-2β's apparent order they are referred to by the designation Ani Chomden. SCP-7028-2β also has a visible tattoo upon their left leg of unknown significance that resembles two snakes in a coiled circle, one solid, one outlined. This tattoo somewhat matches the crude carving on the door found at the end of SCP-7028-1. SCP-7028-2γ appears to be a human woman, likely twenty years of age and of northern European heritage. Unlike other SCP-7028-2 instances, 2γ wears the white monastic habit of a Mendicant monk rather than nun with her hair clipped short, but not in the traditional tonsure against the scalp. They wear a devotional scapular at their waist with veneration of the Virgin Mary, specifically the Order of the Blessed Virgin Mary of Mercy, and a short sword on the left hip. To date, SCP-7028-2γ has drawn their sword four times, specifically upon visitors to SCP-7028 who do not ask permission before entering, but have yet to injure any Foundation personnel..Oral tradition of the local Ethiopian priests holds that SCP-7028-2γ has killed intruders in the past, but this has not been confirmed. Within SCP-7028-2γ's apparent order they are referred to by the designation "Sister Vouthon." They are also the SCP-7028-2 instance least likely to be seen working as scribe, but often present within the main structure observing. SCP-7028-2δ appears to be a human woman of roughly 40 years of apparent Asian heritage. They are dressed in a traditional white jōe no sodegukuri no o.Shinto religious garment, typically worn by priests but adopted by some nuns as well. as well as a black peaked tate-eboshi cap upon their head. Within SCP-7028-2δ's apparent religious order they are referred to by the designation "Ane Shinnyo." They have been noted to complete the most SCP-7028-3 instances of any of the five SCP-7028-2 entities. They also appear to conduct a ritualistic 'cleansing' of SCP-7028 on a semi-regular timetable which resembles Shinto purification rituals including salt and water, with a dried flowered plant stem place of a more traditional paper wand, which has yet been conclusively identified. SCP-7028-2ε appears to be a human woman of roughly 50 years of age of apparent African heritage, wearing a dark Άνάλαβος.Traditional Eastern Orthodox religious habit, specifically showing the degree of Grand Schema, typically the highest rank of monastics within Greek Orthodox traditions. as well as the καλυμαύκι headcovering favored by nuns in African sects. Within SCP-7028-2ε's apparent religious order they are referred to by the designation "Sister Petros". singularly among the SCP-7028-2 instances, they can often be found standing in front of the window which appears to look out into interstellar space and to date are the only instance who has been found within SCP-7028 during one of the five times of religious office. On 10/10/2019, after the discovery of SCP-7028-3fa and failed raid on SCP-1348, SCP-7028-2α approached Junior Researcher Walker Harwood and requested a meeting with Site Director Abebe. This marks the first time that one of the SCP-7028-2 entities was willing to speak with a Foundation representative. The interview was conducted within the Interior of SCP-7028 with no other Foundation researchers or SCP-7028-2 entities present at the time, although Director Abebe was able to record the conversation via remote transmission to Site-89. Interview Log 7028.1 where the black moon may not howl Interview Log 7028.1 Interviewed: SCP-7028-2α Interviewer: Site Director Zala Abebe and Junior Researcher Walker Harwood. <Begin Log, 8:41 p.m. East Africa Time> Director Abebe: Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, Alpha..This address was agreed upon before the interview by both parties. SCP-7028-2α : A vow of silence, however earnest in its piety, should not be used to avoid painful truths. I think that we all understand now that it is past time, don't we? Surely you have seen the signs yourselves? Junior Researcher Harwood: Could you elaborate? Signs of what, exactly? SCP-7028-2α : The signs of the absence, child. Surely you have watched as the threads of this world have grown ever more frayed? The rules begin to vanish, replaced by chaos in their absence, eating itself until there is nothing remaining. Harwood mumbles to himself unintelligibly. Abebe: Walker, not now. SCP-7028-2α : I suppose that is a valid concern. You deal with so so many who fight the same battle that we are joined to, but do so without care. If you did not choose your allies carefully, you might easily be led astray, as they were. SCP-7028-2α pauses for a moment, looking intently at both Abebe and Harwood per their notes. SCP-7028-2α: We were once of your world, until we we were no longer. While full understanding eludes us, we five have moved from shadow to light. You have already learned that there are so many other places besides where you are now, this should not come as any great surprise to you. Nor would you be shocked to find there are forces far greater and far older than than what we currently understand, working in a cosmic dance we can merely guess at. It is not as simple as light versus dark, as well you know. Abebe: These are truths we are well aware of, yes. SCP-7028-2α : And that is why it is well past time, Director. You have found many relics from this conflict for generations now, bleeding into your world and you have stood against their threats again and again. You have held the gates closed. You deserve the chance to see beyond the dark. Abebe: Please. Describe this threat for us. SCP-7028-2α : I am afraid that is beyond my ability, but not yours. There are worlds beyond the stars that you have managed to glimpse, and even here you have already noticed one of the patterns that will be of aid against what seeks to destroy so completely. Abebe: We've noticed many patterns, but it seems here that many of these things you create are replacing something which was lost? SCP-7028-2α : Indeed we are. For every act of obliteration, there is one who acts to preserve. We have been called to resist, and will continue to do so as is our charge. Harwood: If I can be honest, no you're not. You're just writing books. You're not resisting anything, not really. And you won't give us any straight answers about what's coming. If you could just explain… SCP-7028-2α interrupts, her tone slightly clipped. SCP-7028-2α : If you will excuse me, Compline is starting. <End Log, 8:58 p.m. East Africa Time> After Researcher Harwood and Site Directer Ababe were asked to leave SCP-7028, the next attempt to speak with SCP-7028-2α was met with silence. No further communication from SCP-7028-2 entities has followed, with the presumption that the vow of silence SCP-7028-2α spoke of during the interview has been resumed. Junior Researcher Harwood has been transferred at his request, pending reassignment. where the black moon may not howl More From This Author More From This Author AriadnesThread's Works SCPs SCP-8520 • SCP-8131 • SCP-7801 • SCP-8028 • SCP-6830 • Tales/GoI Formats I Think I Could Be Brave • The Virtue of Resilience • Dokein: A Journal for Tactical Theology • Frollicles (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Baba Yaga) • Ever Burning Brightly • Your Place Was Empty • Koyaanisqatsi • Other Ariadne's Malibu Dream House (of Leaves) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7028" by AriadnesThread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7028. Licensed under CC-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-7029 | neutralized | SCP-7029-A Item #: SCP-7029 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are tasked to remove video evidence contrary to CV-00501. Individuals identified to have personally witnessed SCP-7029 are to be detained and administered Class-C amenstics. The McGall family is to be put under surveillance for the time being. Description: SCP-7029 refers to American Airlines flight 150 (ORD to CDG). While traveling over the state of Ohio, the airplane (SCP-7029-A) spontaneously stopped responding to controller input and began heading straight towards the city of Westerville. Air traffic controllers were notified by radio that none of the warning lights were going off; witnesses that observed SCP-7029-A from the ground claimed the anomaly performed a series of loop-the-loops rather than heading straight down. The Federal Aviation Administration's investigation was taken over by the Foundation after details of SCP-7029 emerged post-crash: ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7029/Westerville/Incident ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [SMART HOME SECURITY CAMERA] [Chase McGall and Veronica McGall are in the kitchen. Mrs. McGall is making cookie dough. Mr. McGall is spoon-feeding their seven-month old son, Max, peas. Max spits the peas onto his star-patterned bib and reaches for a plate of cookies. Mr. McGall pushes the cookies away. Max immediately cries and flaps their arms.] [Mrs. McGall notices this, smiles and gives Mr. McGall a shoulder rub. Mr. McGall sighs and gives her the spoon, walking over to a nearby table to type on a laptop and drink his coffee. Max's cries cease when Mrs. McGall quietly shushes him.] [Mrs. McGall scoops up some peas enunciating loudly as she performs a series of looping hand gestures with the spoon. Max giggles and claps. Mrs. McGall flutters her lips as she slowly brings the spoon to Max's open mouth.] [Suddenly, wooden debris shower from above. Mrs. McGall narrowly avoids getting hit with a rooster weather vane, causing her to flinch and fall down. Mr. McGall springs up from his seat, startled. Mrs. McGall coughs until the dust clears. She expresses immense shock.] [Max resumes clapping as SCP-7029-A's nose cone makes physical contact with his mouth. Max sucks on the metal surface, causing the anomaly to move in a manner similar to a pacifier.] [Coffee spills onto the laptop as Mr. McGall freezes in place. Mrs. McGall stares, almost asphyxiating by forgetting to breathe.] [CCTV TRAFFIC CAMERA] [A adolescent male rides on his bike on the sidewalk, wearing his headphones. Multiple neighbors rush out of their homes and become stunned. The boy sees the neighbors, takes off the headphones, then looks upwards. SCP-7029-A’s rear protrudes from the roof of a two-story house; all jet engines suck up roof tiles and are on fire.] [The boy looks on, crashing into a mailbox.] [SMART HOME SECURITY CAMERA] [Mr. McGall repeatedly slams a meat tenderizer against SCP-7029-A and tries to yank the high chair away to no success. Mrs. McGall frantically tries to use her cell phone but loses her grip on the device, allowing it to fall into a filled flower vase, shortening it out. Exasperated, Mrs. McGall rips a decorative cross from the wall and points it to SCP-7029-A, shouting loudly.] [Despite the amount of weight and force being applied to Max, he and the high chair are unharmed. Max coos and flaps his arms. SCP-7029-A shakes violently before the nose cone appears to warp and disappear into Max's mouth. Both parents back away, visibly trembling when more of the ceiling collapses.] [Ceramic fragments and shampoo bottles fall into the kitchen, alongside Martha McGall.1 Martha snaps her head up and gasps as she looks down. She is naked. Martha panics and swipes some baking sheets from the counter to cover herself.] [Mr. McGall closes his eyes, struggling not to vomit. Mrs. McGall looks away from Martha, trying to suppress her gagging. She stares at SCP-7029-A in horror.] [YOUTUBE LIVESTREAM]: [Passengers and flight attendants are panicking by running through aisles or jumping on their seats. The majority of them crowd around, crushing each other around the emergency exits. The exits are not opening, and the view of a kitchen can be seen through the windows.] [The cameraman, who is adorning a red hoodie, curses and rushes to the front of SCP-7029-A. The front exit is also blocked and the door to the cockpit is wide open. Both pilots shout into their radios. The view from the cockpit windows is pitch black.] [A thunderous creaking sound is heard before a pair of white rectangles break through the hull. The cameraman jumps backwards as the entire cockpit enters the darkness. Everyone still onboard stops and stares directly at the torn opening. The cameraman turns on their phone's flashlight function.] [The light illuminates a giant tongue and uvula. Shrieking is heard from the cockpit as it falls off an unseen ledge. The tongue notices them and moves against the opening. The cameraman screams before the footage ends abruptly.] [SMART HOME SECURITY CAMERA] [Multiple neighbors bang blunt objects against SCP-7029-A. Others are trying to guide Mr. and Mrs. McGall out of the house but both refuse. Max's highchair shatters completely. Max is now sitting on the floor unharmed and exhibiting signs of lethargy. Everyone looks up.] [The holes in the ceiling, second floor, and the roof are engulfed in fire. The lower section of SCP-7029-A is fully entering the house now; loose objects close to Max are getting violently sucked into the jet engines, exploding into masses of flames.] [Tables, chairs, and the rest of the furniture appear unaffected by the suction, causing those who have not fled to hang onto them tightly. Miraculously, all maintain their grip. Eventually, the entirety of SCP-7029-A warps and disappears completely down Max's esophagus.] [The immediate loss of suction results in those hanging onto to crash into the floor hard. Neighbors overturn furniture. They exhibit signs of extreme fright as they aim their guns in Max's direction. Mrs. McGall slowly, deliberately, walks to Max who is coughing on the floor.] [Mrs. McGall knees and extends a hand but pulls it back when Max burps. A tiny captain's pilot cap flies from his mouth. Max smacks his lips and looks at the plate of peas; no peas are present. Max begins to cry.] [The neighbors begin to panic when Mrs. McGall spots a still-intact plate of cookies on the counter and dumps its contents on Max's lap. Max giggles and eats the cookies. Mrs. McGall allows the plate to slip from her fingers and shatters on the floor.] [Mr. McGall's eye twitches. Mrs. McGall crumbles into a fetal position on the ground, staring off into space. Martha is hiding under a curtain. Max shoves chocolate chips into his nostrils. The house is still on fire.] [END LOG] All relevant parties were amnestized with Class-A amnestics. Cover stories CV-33454 and CV-00501 (Smaller plane crash and plane lost at sea) were accounted for the damage of the McGall residence and the absence of SCP-7029-A respectively. Tests were conducted on Max McGall to determine if he possessed anomalous properties. While Max McGall exhibited a higher Hume count, he didn't qualify for reality-bender classification and soon returned to baseline overtime. The McGall family decided to temporarily relocate to Lincoln Village, Ohio until the property damage at their original residence is fixed. Addedum-7029.1, Update: A runaway train that has just been reported to have left the tracks it was riding on appears to be heading directly to Lincoln Village. Containment efforts are underway. Footnotes 1. Mr. McGall's mother. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7029" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7029. Licensed under CC-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: AABoeing777.jpg Name: American Airlines Boeing 777-200 N775AN Photo 251 (13836950534).jpg Author: Grant Wickes License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7030 | apollyon | close Info X SCP-7030: What Comes to Pass 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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Anyway, pretty cool what you can find here. It’s like looking in a time capsule, huh? Before the Foundation collapsed and everything went to shit. Item #: SCP-7030 Special Containment Procedures: There are no known mitigation methods for SCP-7030. Research into risk factors for SCP-7030 is ongoing; all efforts and potential leads should be directed to the attention of Dr. Helen Ouyang and team. This is probably the point at which people should have realized they really had no idea what the hell they were doing. not like anyone else knew any better either. they did about as well as they could. gotta give em that i guess Prior efforts to contain the public dissemination of SCP-7030 awareness have been discontinued, due to initiation of a BK-class “Broken Masquerade” event. Crowd control efforts to limit widespread panic as a result of SCP-7030 have been similarly discontinued due to resource allocation issues; local site directors should exercise their own judgment with regards to maintaining discipline in on-site personnel. Description: SCP-7030 is a designation given to a series of related ontological phenomena that result in the disappearance of affected entities from local realspace. As per the current revision of this documentation, SCP-7030 is believed to have affected between 50 and 70 percent of the human population.1 Disappearance events connected to SCP-7030 happen instantaneously and spontaneously. Research efforts into risk factors for SCP-7030 affliction are ongoing, but as of yet, causal or correlative links remain unsupported by peer-reviewed evidence. Additionally, entities affected by SCP-7030 disappear from all known realities in N-topological realspace2, indicating that SCP-7030 affects ontological signatures as opposed to physical or spiritual ones. The significance of this is as of yet unknown. The first confirmed SCP-7030 event occurred on July 5th, 2026, but interpolating from the current rate of SCP-7030 affliction suggests an actual first event somewhere between late 2024 to early 2025. Absent any future mitigation methods for SCP-7030, it is believed that the anomaly will eventually cause the disappearance of all human life by 20██. It’s weird to read it spelled out like that. mmm doesn’t feel as weird now as it used to. i think you just get used to the feeling. No, for sure. But it definitely didn’t feel that way at first. When people first started to go missing, it was easy to just ignore it. it’s like how other tragedies used to be What? you always used to hear about people dying from some rare, freak cancer way too early, or an accidental car crash with a drunk driver late at night. sometimes a celebrity OD’d too young, or a relative of someone you know had some uncaught condition. but it was always something that “happened to other people” you know? things like that didn’t happen to you. you shook your head and said “what a shame” when you heard about the neighbor’s kid disappearing, or maybe spent a couple minutes thinking about it if you heard someone a little closer to you didn’t come home from work one day. not for that long, though, you had other things to think about. they were just news stories, is all. until they weren’t. until news stories became your stories. On August 5th, 2026, due to accelerating rates of SCP-7030 events, a task force was assembled under the research direction of Dr. Helen Ouyang, previously the Senior Director for Ontological Research. Memorandum: Project Reclamation Project Reclamation is intended to achieve the following strategic goals for containing SCP-7030 Research into means of recovering individuals affected by SCP-7030. Investigate risk factors for SCP-7030 events. Develop protective measures against SCP-7030 events. Mitigate and contain the degree to which civilian authorities and populations will become aware of SCP-7030 prior to completion of the first three objectives. I must stress once again that Project Reclamation should be considered our primary objective as an organization until SCP-7030 can be successfully contained, or at least mitigated. With the seemingly random nature with which the anomaly affects people, anyone and everyone can be a target. No one should consider themselves safe. If that’s not enough motivation, I don’t know what is. - Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation A+ corporate motivation there. “Work harder or everyone dies!” i mean, they’re not wrong either. Yeah, but they could have put it a little…nicer? I dunno. SCP-7030 Update 1: By late 2026, SCP-7030 events had begun to accelerate in both frequency and severity. Although previous events targeted singular individuals in isolated events, from November 2026 onwards, group disappearances became a recurring phenomenon associated with SCP-7030. Concurrently, efforts to limit the awareness of SCP-7030 began to lose effectiveness due to a combination of the increasing severity of the anomaly and growing public acknowledgment of the phenomena. In particular, threads about the anomaly had begun to circulate in online conspiracy theory message boards, and search analytics for related terms began to spike. Anonymous 07-Nov-2026 - 01:49:20 - #235602 When are people gonna wake the fuck up honestly like shit is getting ridiculous at this point. People are not suppose to fuckinggg disappear like that. I don’t care what the govt gaslights us into thinking, this doesn’t just happen okay. I saw a guy at the gas station FUCKING DISAPPEAR IN FRONT OF ME okay. I’m not high rn this actually happened. Anonymous 07-Nov-2026 - 03:19:05 - #235853 Truthers, my POS step dad disappeared while in the living room, right as he was setting up for his nightly six pack. AITA for being happy about it? I know we’re all supposed to be waking up or some shit but ngl I can live with this one. SCP-7030 Update 2: The following is excerpted from the mid-year report generated for Project Reclamation progress in 2027. Memorandum: Project Reclamation Project Reclamation was intended to achieve the following strategic goals for containing SCP-7030 Research into means of recovering individuals affected by SCP-7030. Investigate risk factors for SCP-7030 events. Develop protective measures against SCP-7030 events. Mitigate and contain the degree to which civilian authorities and populations will become aware of SCP-7030 prior to completion of the first three objectives. I am afraid that I must report minimal progress in all three primary objectives for Project Reclamation. On Subject Reclamation: Failure on all fronts. No trace of disappeared individuals has been found in any capacity, though we have been able to verify that disappearance events are not localized to our own reality; disappearance erases persons affected from all known adjacent realities. Even usage of SCP-2000 produced no success; attempts to recover an affected individual resulted in a never before seen machine error. On Risk Factor Identification: No conclusive correlative links have been found to date. Minor correlations have been observed in the data set, but don’t rise above the level of statistical noise upon further analysis. On Protective Measures: The anomaly seems to strike indiscriminately and without warning. Not even SRAs have been shown to provide any form of protection, and no amount of reality ablation shielding has proven to be effective. One note: at this point, several anomalies under Foundation observation have begun to be affected by SCP-7030, so there’s one bright side at least. Perhaps we won’t even need to exist by the time the anomaly’s through with us. - Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation yeah, to be honest with you, no idea wtf this means. I looked through some of the other archives, but I didn't get much information either. It's making my head spin. There were also some funny pictures on a couple files that really made my head hurt, but I just looked away and it seemed fine. think this is when it started to hit hard though. that maybe people didn't know what was going on. think you always used to think that somebody smart would figure it out someday. they'd fix it like they always do. some miracle drug, or fancy machine, or something, idk. maybe this is when it started to set in that even the folks up top didn't know any better than we did. that maybe it really was all just luck. Yeah. Think this is when I started to drink a lot more. amen to that sister SCP-7030 Update 3: By early 2028, a secondary phenomenon associated with SCP-7030 began to accompany primary SCP-7030 events. Immediately following the disappearance of some individuals affected by SCP-7030, an unspecified entity manifests itself in the vicinity of the disappearance event. Said entities (now designated SCP-7030-1) resemble statues of black humanoid figures, ranging in size from 0.5m to 3m tall. SCP-7030-1 instances appear to consist of an unidentified black, crystalline material that radiates a low level of heat, making entities feel warm to the touch. Detailed testing under Project Reclamation efforts could not identify an origin, purpose, or more specific material composition for SCP-7030 entities. However, analysis of disappearance events associated with SCP-7030-1 manifestations was able to correlate overall quantity of disappeared persons with resulting SCP-7030-1 size; i.e, the larger the size of the disappearance event, the larger the associated SCP-7030-1 instance. Due to the accelerating rate of SCP-7030 exposure, it was deemed operationally impossible to maintain separation of Foundation assets and activities from civilian knowledge. On March 13th, 2028, with a 11-2 vote of the O5 Council, the Foundation enacted Resolution Alpha-01, and officially declared a BK-Class “Broken Masquerade” Scenario to be in effect. Foundation operations were ordered to merge collaboration efforts with civilian research institutions in order to increase the pace of ongoing investigations. The day everything really changed. Surprise, here’s the shadowy Illuminati cabal that actually does secretly control everything. meh. not surprised. What? What do you mean you weren’t surprised? The biggest bombshell in the history of news, and you weren’t surprised? always knew some shit was happening. not too surprised. can’t trust what you read. Marcus, don’t tell me you were a conspiracy guy before all of this… well, i was right wasn’t i? …Okay fair enough. SCP-7030 Update 4: By 2029, a quasi-religious movement called the Temple of the Hidden Way had emerged, centered around a leader named Joseph Stockwell. Stockwell claimed to have received a message from the one true universal god, who told him that SCP-7030 was in actuality a purge of all “heretics” from the planet under her watch. While numerous other apocalypse cults, syncretic movements, and extremist offshoots of existing religions also arose during this period, the Hidden Way received significant attention after Stockwell successfully predicted the disappearances of several high-profile critics. The Hidden Way singled out individuals who had survived group disappearance events from SCP-7030 as being “holy,” claiming that these “saints” had been protected by God from the ongoing purge. Stockwell, having survived no fewer than three documented mass disappearances, was anointed as the Patriarch of the Hidden Way. Additionally, the Hidden Way claimed that SCP-7030-1 instances were in fact, secret “angels” who had been sent by God to carry out her will in purging alleged heretics. As a result, research efforts at mass disappearance sites became significantly more difficult due to large numbers of Hidden Way adherents who had to be removed by force. hmm. these idiots. way to profit at the end of the world. They came to my house you know. After my family…left. oh no, anna. :( i’m really sorry. you didn’t deserve that It’s okay. I’m over it now. But at the time, woof. They told me that I was a saint for living when my sister had died. It sure didn’t feel that way. bullshit. we just got a little luckier is all. don’t listen to all that shit Do you, though? Feel luckier, that is? I guess I don’t really know how much is going on with your end. sometimes yes sometimes no i guess. it’s been hard trying to get what we need. not a lot of people left to help either. i’ve got my kid brother still, so that’s something. we’re just getting by. Oh, that’s nice that you have your brother at least. I’m happy for you. SCP-7030 Update 5: Dr. Ouyang gave the following update on the new year for 2029. Memorandum: Project Reclamation The appearance of SCP-7030-1 entities, the rise of extremist religious groups, and our continuing lack of progress on primary Project Reclamation goals has made it clear that the threat that SCP-7030 poses to the entirety of human civilization is existential. We are at an impasse, ladies and gentlemen. Our teams themselves are dwindling, and our ability to handle even mundane crises is rapidly growing thin. The population of the Earth is withering, and we are running out of options. I am moving for the immediate declassification of any and all Foundation documents, and the immediate merger of all civilian research efforts into Foundation purview. We can no longer afford to hide anything from the people of the world, when anything less than full transparency risks annihilation. We must exercise every resource we have available to us. Anything less than maximum effort is a betrayal of our species. - Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation I was walking down the street the other day, and I really noticed for the first time how many places were just gone. With so many people disappeared by this point, half the stores literally didn't have anyone left to run them. At this point, it's just a couple major stores and chains who have people left to keep them afloat. How's the situation with you, Marcus? to be honest with you, anna: not hot. we're trying the best we can, but there's not a whole lot of people left. whole truck of milk delivery went sour bc the driver disappeared mid drive and nobody knew. nobody else around to check up on things either. you do what you can i guess, but there's too much to do and not enough people to do it. least we're not starving yet i guess. We're all just getting by, I guess. I'm…sort of surprised though. All these movies used to show the end of the world and it looked a lot more…apocalyptic, I guess? Didn't think the end of the world would be so boring. people don't really do crazy, anna. fact of the matter is, most people are pretty decent, even if they're a little stupid. most people didn't (and don't) want to secretly loot the grocery store or stab their neighbor on purge night. they just wanna live their lives and do right by their people. so what if the world's ending. still need people to make sure plumbing works most of the time, or we get power for a couple hours a day. it's just people doing what they've always done: doing their best to get by. SCP-7030 Update 6: On November 18th, 2029, the single largest SCP-7030 event to date occurred in New York City, resulting in the disappearances of an estimated 300,000 individuals in a single instant. The SCP-7030-1 entity that spawned from the event was 300 meters tall, and materialized directly over the Chrysler Building, destroying it upon impact and resulting in an additional 5,000 casualties. The Hidden Way immediately declared the event to be the beginning of their mass rapture, and organized a 1,000 person rally at the base of the 7030-1 instance. The resulting congregation gathered to hear Stockwell give a sermon on the nature of sin, and how the assembled faithful had been blessed for opening their eyes to the hidden way before them. However, approximately 17 minutes into his speech, an SCP-7030 event triggered within the crowd, affecting about two thirds of the gathered attendees. An SCP-7030-1 instance followed the initial disappearance event, manifesting above the gathered people. The descent of the instance crushed numerous people below it, leading to an additional 50 deaths, including Stockwell himself. Losing direction after what came to be known as the Brooklyn Massacre, the Hidden Way broke apart entirely shortly afterwards. yeah. think that’s what they call karma. SCP-7030 Update 7: Due to the rapid acceleration of SCP-7030, all non-essential Foundation activities have been indefinitely suspended. As the majority of anomalies formerly under Foundation purview have also disappeared as a result of SCP-7030, most containment and research efforts were deemed to be no longer necessary. Consolidation efforts of 95% of active sites is ongoing due to personnel issues. anna? I'm here, Marcus. What's on your mind? now that we know everything's really gone to shit… you think we're ever gonna figure out what's going on? With why people are disappearing? like everything. disappearances. freaky statues. where people are even going. why some people are left and others aren't. I…don't know, Marcus. I really don't. me neither. that's kinda scary. was watching a documentary on asteroids with my brother last night. That sounds nice. What was it about? did you know that we've been due for an asteroid impact for like…a really long time now? statistically speaking we should have been domed by a space rock by now, since there are so many flying around. I think I heard about that. Used to read about NASA talking about how an asteroid came really close, but it was always boring. Not much to think about, really. That and Yellowstone blowing up, or a big earthquake in California; all stuff that didn't really happen. yeah. i remember too. it got me thinking though, last night. maybe this time, the asteroid really did get us. maybe that's all there is to it. fucking asteroids, man. SCP-7030 Final Update: With a 2-1 vote of the O5 Council, Resolution Omega-5 has been enacted, officially dissolving the Foundation. As a result, all activities concerning SCP-7030 have been suspended. Final Memorandum: Project Reclamation To all the members of Project Reclamation, and the larger world: Thank you for your work. We did the best we could. I’m sorry. Maybe our luck just ran out. - Dr. Helen Ouyang, Director, Project Reclamation It looks like this was the end of the line. There’s not even really an update here. Marcus? …Marcus are you there? … I see. I guess I really am one of the lucky ones then. All alone now, I guess. You know, I was looking up at the sky last night while I was trying to sleep. One of the only good things about the world ending is that there’s a lot less light pollution. When you look up at the sky, all you see is a kaleidoscope of stars, galaxies, and more, stretching across the entire horizon like a painted blanket hanging over the world. I remember when I was a kid, my dad took my sister and I camping. It was the first time we had gone anywhere since my mom left us, and my dad was just…not ready for the experience. It rained pretty badly the first night, and our tent was old and leaky. We ate sausages out of a can and my sister cried because she didn’t have her stuffed lion with her. My dad was trying really hard to make sure we had a good time though. And I remember on the second night, the clouds parted, and the sky cleared up enough for my first view of the night sky, in all of its twinkly fairy-tale beauty. Even my sister stopped crying at that one. What I remember best is that feeling I had right then and there, when I looked up at the sky, and listened to my dad point out the constellations, while he explained how each star represented a distant sun, each surrounded by its own planets and moons. I remember the sense of awe I felt, but more than that, the sensation of feeling absolutely blessed that I was alive and able to see everything that was out there. A universe filled with billions of stars, galaxies, and planets, and yet, out of all those infinite multitudes, here we were on our little dirtball, tumbling through the cosmos, alive and able to savor the joy of simply existing. It didn’t matter that I was covered in bug bites, or that my mom didn’t seem to love us anymore. I was lucky to just be alive and watching the stars. I thought about that memory last night, and how fortunate I’ve been to have made it this far, even while everyone else seems to be making their departures. I don’t know when my time will come, when I’m off to join the rest of the world in whatever place they’ve gone to. I think I’ve come to peace with not knowing, though. More than that, I’ve come to peace with the idea of disappearing. I’ve had a good run. It was a good life. And I just feel lucky to have been a part of it all. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7031 | euclid | Two time's the charm eh? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X SCP-7031 Author: Mechatroniks Content warning: Contains themes of suicide. Reader discretion is advised. Item#: 7031 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-17 Site Director Dir. Thomas Graham Research Head Dr. Joseph Statham Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site Site-17 Site Director Dir. Thomas Graham Research Head Dr. Joseph Statham Assigned MTF N/A SCP-7031 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7031 is contained within a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. It is to be fed twice a day. Testing of SCP-7031 is to be conducted with approval from Head Researcher Joseph Statham. SCP-7031 must be administered a dose of Class-A Amnestics following the conclusion of each test to prevent it from becoming uncooperative. In the event of a containment breach, security personnel are allowed to use lethal force against SCP-7031 should standard recontainment protocols be unsuccessful. SCP-7031 must receive psychological counseling sessions once a week by the on-site therapist Carol Hulsey. These sessions are to be conducted on Dr. Hulsey's office. Description: SCP-7031 (formerly identified as Emma Charlton) is a 24-years-old human female of British descent measuring 1.65 Meters in height and weighing 57 Kilograms. SCP-7031's anomalous property manifests whenever it is fatally injured. Immediately upon neutralization, SCP-7031 will trigger a retrocausal anomaly which nullifies the cause and circumstances leading up to its neutralization. Discovery: SCP-7031 came to the attention of the Foundation on 12/02/2015 after a video showcasing SCP-7031's anomalous property during a robbery on New York, United States was uploaded on the video sharing website LiveLeak. The video in question was successfully taken down by Foundation personnel one week after it was originally posted and Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was dispatched to locate and bring SCP-7031 into Foundation custody. Addendum 7031.1: Initial Interview. ▶Open Interview Log◀ ▼Close Interview Log▼ Date: 02/03/2015 Interviewer: Dr. Joseph Statham. Interviewee: PoI-9262.1 [Begin Log.] Dr. Statham: Good day Ms. Charlton. I presume you have been informed of the reason why you're here. PoI-9262 makes a light nod. PoI-9262: Y-Yes, well, sorta. Everything the other guys told me about this… 'Foundation' is that it's like the Men in Black and does things with supernatural stuff. Dr. Statham: More or less, but that's besides the point. [Pause.] So, what can you tell me about your anomalous ability Ms. Charlton? PoI-9262: My… Oh, the uh, the thing. Uh… Not a lot? it just sort of happens, you know. Every time I… Well, die, my vision sort of goes black for a few seconds, and then i'm just back like i just woke up from a nightmare. Dr. Statham: Every time you die? PoI-9262: Yes, uhm… [Pause.] I fell from the stairs on my house when I was like… Five or so? I don't remember. I had a car accident when I was Fourteen, and some… Jackass shot me in the head last month. Pause. PoI-9262: I… think that's what happened, at least. It was so fast that I didn't realize it at first. Dr. Statham: I see. Could you perhaps elaborate on what you experience whenever it happens? PoI-9262 remains silent for a moment and began to fidget with its hands. PoI-9262: It feels almost like falling from a really, just a really tall place and then being forcefully shoved into a locker. [Pause.] It's not comfortable, at all. Dr. Statham: Hmmm. Does this also occur when you're injured? PoI-9262: I wish, but… No, only when I die apparently. Dr. Statham: Does your family, friends or anyone else know about this? PoI-9262: No, no. I don't think so at least. There's silence for a few seconds. Dr. Statham: Well then, that would be all for today Ms. Charlton, it was a pleasure to- Dr. Statham is interrupted by PoI-9262. PoI-9262: Hey, wait a minute! You guys, uh… [Pause.] Fuck. Can I… Can you guys send me home? This place is making me feel sick. Dr. Statham: I'm… Afraid that's not possible, Ms. Charlton. PoI-9262: W-What? Why not? Dr. Statham: One of the Foundation's primary missions is the containment of anomalies, of beings like you. We can't just integrate you back into society. PoI-9262: Huh? T-That's-… You fuckers kidnapped me! I-I was just in my house a-and then y-you all break in a-and- PoI-9262 begins to hyperventilate and show signs of a panic attack. Dr. Statham stands up from the interrogation table. Dr. Statham: Thank you for your time, Ms. Charlton. [End Log.] Addendum 7031.2: Psychological Counseling Sessions. Following the previous interview and its refusal to cooperate with Foundation personnel, it was determined that SCP-7031 required psychological screening and evaluation. As such, several sessions were scheduled with the on-site therapist Carol Hulsey to determine SCP-7031's mental state. Below are transcripts and excerpts of the most relevant sessions. ▶Therapy-Session-7031-1.◀ ▼Close Transcript.▼ Date: 14/03/2015 Subject: SCP-7031 [Begin Log.] Dr. Hulsey: Good morning Ms. Charlton, it's a pleasure to- SCP-7031: Jesus Christ, finally. Dr. Hulsey: Excuse me? SCP-7031: Somebody finally calls me by my actual name and not '7031' like I'm some sort of science experiment. Dr. Hulsey: Right. I understand that it can be frustrating Ms. Charlton but I assure you that my colleagues are just following protocol and not doing it out of malice. SCP-7031: I don't care, my name is not a fucking number. Dr. Hulsey: Well, you won't have to worry about me calling you by a number then. Dr. Hulsey chuckles. SCP-7031 is silent. Dr. Hulsey: So, why don't you tell me something about yourself? SCP-7031: Like? Dr. Hulsey: You know, likes, dislikes, hobbies, anything you'd like to. SCP-7031: …Why? Dr. Hulsey: To get to know you better. SCP-7031 is silent for a few seconds. SCP-7031: Alright, what the hell is this? First I get kidnapped, then you asshats throw me away in a room with the bare fucking minimum and now you want to 'get to know me'? Like we're fucking friends or something? Dr. Hulsey sighs. Dr. Hulsey: Yes, i understand that your situation is- SCP-7031: Oh fuck off, you're not the one being treated like a freak here. You don't know shit. Pause. Dr. Hulsey: You're right, I don't. Pause. Dr. Hulsey: Is there anything else you'd like to let out…? SCP-7031 remains silent. Dr. Hulsey: Another time it is then. [End Log.] Notes: As I predicted, SCP-7031 demonstrates the same pattern of behavior as most humanoids do during their initial time in containment. I recommend making some modifications to SCP-7031's chamber to make it look less like a prison cell and make its stay more comfortable. – Dr. Carol Hulsey. ▶Therapy-Session-7031-2.◀ ▼Close Transcript.▼ Date: 21/03/2015 Subject: SCP-7031 [Begin Log.] Dr. Hulsey: Hey Ms. Charlton, how are you doing today? SCP-7031 is silent and crossed its arms. Dr. Hulsey: Is everything alright? SCP-7031 remains silent. Dr. Hulsey: Ms. Charlton? SCP-7031 sighs. SCP-7031: Thanks. Silence. Dr. Hulsey: I'm sorry but I… don't understand what you're thanking me for. SCP-7031: The nightstand, the books, the bed that doesn't feel like a damn rock, that stuff. Dr. Hulsey: Ah, that. [Pause.] But, why do you think I had anything to do with that? SCP-7031: I'm not an idiot. That happened right after our previous whatever this is. Dr. Charlton: Alright, I can't really argue with that. SCP-7031: This doesn't mean that I suddenly love this place. I still fucking hate it. Dr. Charlton: And that is perfectly fine! You don't have to like us! I just hope you can understand why it's necessary to do what we do. SCP-7031 huffs SCP-7031: Necessary? Yeah, right. [SCP-7031 refuses to talk or answer Dr. Hulsey's questions for the remainder of the session.] Notes: Better, but she still needs some time to process and accept her current situation. For now, the best course of action would be to do nothing and wait to see if the situation improves or not. – Dr. Carol Hulsey. ▶Therapy-Session-7031-4-Excerpt.◀ ▼Close Transcript.▼ Date: 04/04/2015 Subject: SCP-7031 Foreword: This fragment is an excerpt belonging to a longer session. Please contact Dr. Carol Hulsey or Dr. Joseph Statham to see the full transcript. SCP-7031: You know what the worst part is? Dr. Hulsey: What? SCP-7031: I get it, I really do get it. Like, I'm not normal, I know I don't fit in with other people. I should feel… I don't know, relieved that I'm here? That no one will see me stand back up after having my skull caved in or something and view me as a monster, or Jesus' reincarnation, or whatever? Pause. SCP-7031: But I don't, I don't like this, I want to go back to my normal life. Pause. SCP-7031: But I also know that one fuck up will result in me being singled out by everyone. SCP-7031 puts a hand on its forehead and sighs SCP-7031: I just… I don't know what to feel. Dr. Hulsey: And that frustrates you, right? SCP-7031: [Nods.] Like you wouldn't believe. ▶Therapy-Session-7031-7.◀ ▼Close Transcript.▼ Date: 25/04/2015 Subject: SCP-7031 [Begin Log.] Dr. Hulsey: Good day Ms. Charlton. SCP-7031: G'day Dr. Hulsey: How are you feeling today? I've heard that yesterday was your first test. SCP-7031: Eh, what can I say? It was just a physical, nothing particularly interesting. Although… Dr. Hulsey: Although? SCP-7031: I feel like I'm forgetting something, but I don't know exactly what. It's weird. Dr. Hulsey: Hmm. Forgetfulness could be a sign of stress, anxiety or depression, so it's probably related to that. SCP-7031: If you say so. Pause. Dr. Hulsey: So, there's something I have been curious about ever since I was appointed as your personal therapist. I understand that it's a sensitive topic, but, how did you manage to get through your previous experiences with death? SCP-7031: [Sighs.] What a question, doc. Dr. Hulsey: You don't have to answer right now if you don't want to. SCP-7031: No, no, It's fine. Should've guessed this conversation was going to happen eventually, so might as well have it now. Silence. SCP-7031: Now, I don't remember a lot because, you know, I was a little kid back then, but basically… SCP-7031 pauses. SCP-7031: I used to live in a two story house at the time, and my bedroom was in the second floor. That specific day my parents were outside buying stuff while I was sleeping… and you can probably imagine how this is going to end. [Pause.] So I woke up, don't remember exactly why– maybe i was thirsty, or whatever, and decided to go downstairs. And when I was doing that… I tripped, and fell down, and hit my head a couple of times on the way down. Pause. SCP-7031: And that's it, that's the story of how I died for the first time. Dr. Hulsey: You're… Surprisingly calm about this. SCP-7031: Yeah, well. It really wasn't that big of a deal. Dr. Hulsey: [Tilts her head.] How so? SCP-7031: I mean, I was confused alright, really confused, but not exactly traumatized or anything like that. My mind just didn't really register what happened at the time, I guess. Dr. Hulsey: Hmm, I suppose that makes sense. The following 20 minutes of the recording have been cut due to a lack of relevancy. ▶Therapy-Session-7031-8-Excerpt.◀ ▼Close Transcript.▼ Date: 02/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031 Foreword: This fragment is an excerpt belonging to a longer session. Please contact Dr. Carol Hulsey or Dr. Joseph Statham to see the full transcript. Dr. Hulsey: Are you sure you're comfortable talking about this? SCP-7031: Fuck no, but I did say i'd do it, didn't I? And besides, I'd finally be able to open up about this without people thinking that i've gone crazy, so that's nice. Dr. Hulsey: Okay then. Just take your time, alright? SCP-7031: Sure thing. SCP-7031 then sighs. SCP-7031: Here goes nothing. To begin with, this happened in 2005, I was about 14 at the time, and I had a friend named Alice. Pause. SCP-7031: She and I were… Best friends pretty much. We did everything and shared everything ever since we met, we… SCP-7031 is silent and scratches its head. SCP-7031: Yeah, I mean– Anyways. One night we were at the birthday party of another friend that ended at around nine pm and her mother came to pick us up. SCP-7031: Now, I don't know if she relaxed or- or whatever given that the streets were so damn empty, but… another car crashed with ours, and you know, it's- it's uhm… SCP-7031 let's out an exasperated sigh and looks down. SCP-7031: Goddammit. Dr. Hulsey: Are you- SCP-7031: Yes, yes, I'm fine. I just need a moment. Dr. Hulsey nods. There's a silence for 11 seconds. SCP-7031: It all happened so fast. Sone lights appeared for less than a second, and then the next thing I see is… You know. [Pause.] All three of us died instantly, but I didn't remain that way. SCP-7031 then looks back at Dr. Hulsey. SCP-7031: Wish I had. ▶Therapy-Session-7031-9-Excerpt.◀ ▼Close Transcript.▼ Date: 09/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031 Foreword: This fragment is an excerpt belonging to a longer session. Please contact Dr. Carol Hulsey or Dr. Joseph Statham to see the full transcript. SCP-7031: You know doc? I lied. Dr. Hulsey: About what? SCP-7031: About how many times I died. Truth is, I killed myself once. Silence. Dr. Hulsey: You… Committed suicide? SCP-7031: Yes, that's what I said Dr. Hulsey: That is a rather heavy subject to just drop like that. SCP-7031: It is? [Shrugs.] I guess I've become desensitized to talking about these topics then. Dr. Hulsey: … Alright, please go on. SCP-7031: Right. So, after the… Accident I became an emotional wreck for a while. I got therapy and medication and whatnot, but it was still hard you know? Specially since no one believed me when I told the part where I died. SCP-7031 sighs. SCP-7031: Can't say that I blame them. I wouldn't believe me either if I were in their shoes, but you know. One day, I was feeling particularly shit and some intrusive thoughts began to make their way in my head. Pause. SCP-7031: Thoughts like "Why did I not stay dead?" And that stuff. I convinced myself that I would die for good if I ended it myself, so I made a noose with a scarf and… Well, that didn't work. Silence. SCP-7031: You know? Standing there like nothing had happened was… the most painful and liberating experience in my entire life. I couldn't die, but I also didn't have to worry about risks or if there was an afterlife or not. SCP-7031: It really, really was a one of a kind moment. Addendum 7031.3: Testing. Permission to perform testing on SCP-7031 in order to determine the nature and limits of its anomalous property was granted on 20/03/2015. Below is a list of the most notable test logs. ▶Show Test Logs◀ ▼Close Test Logs▼ Test #: 1 Date: 24/04/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Observer: Dr. Joseph Statham. Procedure: D-73541 was given a standard issue handgun loaded with a single bullet and ordered to shoot at SCP-7031 in the back of its head. SCP-7031 wore a blindfold during the duration of the test. Result: Upon inspection of the handgun, it was discovered that the round never left the magazine. Test #: 2 Date: 25/04/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Observer: Dr. Joseph Statham. Procedure: D-73541 was given a fully loaded standard issue handgun and ordered to shoot the entire cartridge at SCP-7031 in areas that wouldn't result in instant neutralization. SCP-7031 was strapped to a chair and wore a blindfold during the entire duration of the test. Result: SCP-7031's anomalous property triggered 1 minute and 12 seconds after being fatally injured. Upon inspection of the handgun, it was revealed that the magazine was full. Test #: 4 Date: 27/04/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Dr. Joseph Statham. Procedure: SCP-7031 was administered sedatives and strapped to a chair. Its wrists were slit with a scalpel. Result: SCP-7031's anomalous property triggered 5 minutes and 23 seconds after being injured. The wounds on its wrists had closed and the blood stains on the blade of the scalpel disappeared despite it not having been cleaned. Test #: 10 Date: 07/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Dr. Joseph Statham. Procedure: SCP-7031 was locked inside of testing chamber B-12 and a steady supply of Nitrogen gas was supplied to it via tube. Result: SCP-7031's anomalous property triggered 22 minutes after the beginning of the test. Nitrogen levels inside of the chamber were found to be no higher than average. Test #: 13 Date: 10/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Researcher Adrian Turner. Procedure: SCP-7031's chest was surgically opened and its heart was removed. Result: SCP-7031's anomalous property triggered 10 minutes after its heart was removed. Its heart spontaneously reattached itself. Test #: 14 Date: 11/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Researcher Adrian Turner. Procedure: SCP-7031 was strapped to an operation table and its head was detached from its body. Result: SCP-7031's head reattached itself 12 seconds after the conclusion of the test. Test #: 19 Date: 16/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Researcher Adrian Turner. Procedure: SCP-7031 was to ingest 50ml of Sulfuric Acid. Result: [TEST BANNED BY ORDER OF THE ETHICS COMMITTEE] Test #: 27 Date: 24/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Researcher Adrian Turner. Procedure: D-73541 was given a standard issue handgun loaded with a single bullet and ordered to shoot at SCP-7031 in the head. A kant counter was placed inside of the testing chamber. Result: Hume readings during and after the test remained normal. Test #: 28 Date: 25/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Researcher Adrian Turner. Procedure: D-73541 was given a standard issue handgun loaded with a single bullet and ordered to shoot at SCP-7031 in the head. A portable Scranton Reality Anchor was placed inside of the testing chamber. Result: SCP-7031's ability activated as usual. Test #: 30 Date: 27/05/2015 Subject: SCP-7031. Lead Researcher: Researcher Adrian Turner. Procedure: D-73541 was given a standard issue handgun loaded with a single bullet and ordered to shoot at SCP-7031 in the head. A MK-II XACTS2 device was placed inside of the testing chamber. Result: View incident 7031-Alpha. Addendum 7031.4: Incident 7031-Alpha. On 27/05/2015, an incident involving SCP-7031 occurred during testing of the object. Researcher Turner had submitted a request to Head Researcher Joseph Statham to obtain possession of a MK-II XACTS device under the suspicion that SCP-7031's anomalous ability may be temporal in nature. The request was granted and Researcher Turner was given permission to proceed with the test. Below is a transcript taken from a security camera of the incident in question. ▶Open Incident Log◀ ▼Close Incident Log▼ Date: 27/05/2015 Facility: Site-17. Anomaly Involved: SCP-7031. Personnel Involved: Level 3 Researcher Adrian Turner, Security Guard Oswald Grant, Security Guard Anthony Ortega, D-73541. [Begin Log.] 15:23: Researcher Turner enters Testing Chamber B-13 followed by SCP-7031, D-73541 and the two security personnel. 15:25: Researcher Turner hands SCP-7031 a blindfold and orders it to stand at the center of the testing chamber. SCP-7031 is then ordered to put on the blindfold. 15:26: D-73541 is handed a given issue handgun loaded with one bullet and is ordered to stand behind SCP-7031. 15:26: Researcher Turner walks over to a table where the MK-II XACTS device is placed in. SCP-7031 puts a hand on its head and, when asked, expresses that it is feeling a mild sensation of discomfort. 15:27: Researcher Turner takes a hold of the MK-II XACTS device and attempts to turn it on. SCP-7031 becomes slightly agitated and seems to struggle with keeping balance. D-73541 tries to bring attention to this but is told to remain silent by researcher Turner. 15:28: Researcher Turner activates the XACTS device and disappears immediately afterwards, leaving his clothes behind. SCP-7031 loses consciousness and falls to the ground. 15:28: The two security personnel become startled and draw their weapons. Ortega points at D-73541 who promptly raises his hands while Grant calls reinforcements. 15:29: Ortega orders D-73541 to put the handgun on the ground to which D-73541 complies. 15:31: A security team composed of six members arrives. D-73541 is taken back to its holding cell. SCP-7031 is taken to the on-site infirmary. [End Log.] SCP-7031 remained unconscious for approximately 5 hours following Incident-7031-Alpha and returned to containment after medical analysis revealed that it had suffered no injuries. Addendum 7031.5: Post-Incident Interview. ▶Open Interview Log◀ ▼Close Interview Log▼ Date: 28/05/2015 Interviewer: Dr. Joseph Statham. Interviewee: SCP-7031. [Begin Log.] Dr. Statham: Good day SCP-7031. SCP-7031: Good day doc. Dr. Statham: How are you feeling today? SCP-7031: Could be worse, I guess. Dr. Statham: That's good to hear. Could you describe what happened yesterday? SCP-7031: Yeah yeah. [Pause.] I walked to the center of the room and put the blindfold on - why do I have to put a blindfold anyways? Dr. Statham: It's part of the protocol, SCP-7031. SCP-7031: Your protocols are fucking weird. Anyways, I began to feel weird after putting the thing on, like something was poking at my head, and it got progressively worse after a few seconds. Dr. Statham: Has this happened before? SCP-7031: Not really. Dr. Statham: Was there anything else out of the ordinary? SCP-7031 remains silent for a few seconds. SCP-7031: I did have a strong feeling of Deja Vu while walking into the room but I didn't mention it because… Who the fuck doesn't have those? Silence. SCP-7031: But also, I did have the feeling that something was drilling through my brain after waking up, but otherwise… No, that's it. Dr. Statham: I see. [Pause.] That would be all for today SCP-7031. Thank you for your time. SCP-7031: Yeah, its whatever. [End Log.] Investigation into the disappearance of Researcher Turner and his current whereabouts is ongoing. Footnotes 1. SCP-7031's designation before being given proper SCP classification. 2. Xyank-Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink. |
SCP-7032 | 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 Jayenne Sister Sanguine Written by Jayenne. Item #: SCP-7032 Special Containment Procedures: When not in use for testing or medical2 purposes, SCP-7032 is assigned to a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-06-3. To ensure SCP-7032 stays properly moisturized, this cell is outfitted with a personal shower that SCP-7032 can use at its leisure. The shower's water supply is independent from the rest of Site-06-3 to prevent contamination from SCP-7032-A. SCP-7032's nutritional requirements necessitate a meal of 6 pints of fresh blood per day. As the species of blood is not important, the blood of deceased D-class can be used in the event of a supply shortage. SCP-7032 is only allowed to consume its meals within its cell or during testing / medical procedures. Predicating on good behavior, SCP-7032 is permitted to roam low-security sectors of Site-06-3 if accompanied by at least two (2) armed guards at least two (2) members of MTF-Theta-16 "Nuns and Roses". Members of MTF-Theta-16 have undergone extensive training to resist the effects of exposure to SCP-7032-A. Following the events of Incident-7032-03R, direct physical contact with SCP-7032 by uninjured and/or untrained personnel is strictly forbidden. Personnel found engaging in physical contact with SCP-7032 will be disciplined and prohibited from entering the vicinity of SCP-7032 until the completion of Procedure 3290-THALASSA. Procedure 3166-IRVINE: + Show Details of Procedure 3166-IRVINE - Close Due to the even temperament of SCP-7032, its medical experience, and its anomalous properties, Site-06-3 supervisors have authorized SCP-7032 to provide medical care to site personnel, with the following stipulations: Following Incident-7032-03R, SCP-7032 must always be accompanied by at least two members of MTF-Theta-16 "Nuns and Roses", at least one researcher experienced in interacting with SCP-7032, and standard Foundation medical staff when conducting medical procedures. SCP-7032 may requisition medical supplies at the discretion of site supervisors. SCP-7032 may only handle medical supplies while performing medical procedures, and must return all supplies to staff when no longer needed. After the completion of any medical procedure involving SCP-7032, all implements used by SCP-7032 must be thoroughly cleaned and disinfected to prevent any contamination from SCP-7032-A. Subjects treated by SCP-7032 are to submit daily reports on their physical and mental health for at minimum 30 days following treatment. This time may be increased based on the severity of the injuries treated. All personnel involved in assisting SCP-7032 during a medical procedure must wear elbow-length, medical-grade gloves. If accidental skin-contact with SCP-7032 is made, affected staff must immediately report to site supervisors and submit daily reports on their physical and mental health until Procedure-3290-THALASSA can be conducted. - Close Description: SCP-7032 is an entity resembling a Hirudo Medicinalis3 of unusual size, approximately 3 meters in length. Along with its large size, SCP-7032 boasts other anomalous features for its species, such as a set of four prehensile appendages - two a short distance past the head and two midway down its length, before the "tail" section - which seem to function as rudimentary limbs. These limbs end in large singular suction cups, surrounded by four short protrusions, each boasting a curved black claw. These allow SCP-7032 to grip and handle objects in a manner much like a human. Due to its invertebrate nature, SCP-7032 is capable of reshaping its body, stretching to twice its resting length or compressing into spaces less than half its original size. It usually uses this ability to assume the approximate body-shape of an adult humanoid female with a height of 1.67 meters standing upright. Because SCP-7032 has no traditional eyes or other complex facial features, its humanoid form has often been described as "mannequin-like", owing to its smooth, blank face. SCP-7032, despite its lack of apparent facial features, is still capable of sight, hearing, and smell with acuity equal to that of an average human.4 This is accomplished via an array of photoreceptors and other sensory organs positioned in a circular pattern around the mouth. This mouth, despite being structured much like that of Hirudo Medicinalis, is capable of articulate verbal communication. SCP-7032 can speak a variety of languages, including English, Dutch, German, Scottish Gaelic, and French. Despite DNA tests showing SCP-7032's DNA is identical to that of a non-anomalous Hirudo Medicinalis, the entity possesses reproductive organs nearly identical to that of a human female. In its humanoid form, approximately half of SCP-7032's body length serves as a 1.3 meter long muscular tail which can be used in self-defense. In terms of clothing, SCP-7032 prefers to wear a nun's uniform from the "Church of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil", a Protestant Convent suspected of possessing other anomalous entities. The clothing (henceforth referred to as SCP-7032-B) exhibits minor anomalous properties, such being abnormally stain-resistant and completely waterproof. SCP-7032 also wears a necklace of braided leather bearing a brass cross with its arms angled up in a Y-shape, the symbol of the Sanguine Church. When given blood, either via oral ingestion or by diffusion through the skin, SCP-7032's skin will secrete a clear, viscous substance (henceforth referred to as SCP-7032-A) with remarkably potent anesthetic properties. The quantity of SCP-7032-A produced varies based on the amount of blood provided. The potency of SCP-7032-A seems to be determined based on the freshness and species of the blood ingested. Fresh human blood produces the highest-quality samples of SCP-7032-A. When SCP-7032 makes physical contact with an organism experiencing an injury, SCP-7032-A is rapidly diffused through the skin of the wounded individual, nullifying pain and eliciting a sense of euphoria. SCP-7032-A also seems to accelerate the rate of healing by 20-50% depending on its quality. If an injured organism is also experiencing an infection from sustained wounds, SCP-7032 is capable of cleaning infected blood and tissue via direct ingestion. Subjects experiencing this process rarely show any signs of discomfort, largely due to being under the influence of SCP-7032-A. On top of SCP-7032's ability to produce a potent anesthetic, the entity possesses extensive medical knowledge and experience as a surgeon, likely from its previous role in the Convent. Exactly why a Convent would need a surgeon is - as of now - a matter of speculation. Discovery: SCP-7032 was first discovered in 2/18/2020 at the main Convent of the "Church of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil" in Sussex, England, following reports of a nun performing "healing miracles" in the area. At the time, a rapid increase in the prescription and illegal smuggling of opiates was reported in the region, but not initially connected to the investigation. Mild resistance between the Convent and Foundation agents was reported, but after some deliberation between SCP-7032 and the Convent, the entity was able to enter Foundation custody without significant conflict. Following the events of the 2020 recovery operation, the "Church of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil" was placed under surveillance, with the objective of discovering any additional anomalous entities the Church may be concealing. Interview 7032-I-1: The following interview was conducted shortly after SCP-7032 was brought into Foundation custody. Information in {} was provided by Dr. Toussaint for additional context. Interviewer: Dr. Louis Toussaint Interviewed: SCP-7032 Date: 2/22/2020 <Begin Log> Toussaint: Alright, here we go. Hello, my name is Dr. Louis Toussaint. SCP-7032: It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor. May I ask a question? Toussaint: Feel free, not much else to do around here. SCP-7032: I've already been briefed on the purpose of your operation, and my "containment", but I was wondering… what is the purpose of the moniker "SCP-7032"? Furthermore, why do the staff always refer to me as an "it"? I do have a name, it's Sister Maeve Sanguinea. {Toussaint pauses briefly} Toussaint: That is standard Foundation procedure when dealing with… anomalies. It's necessary to help organize all contained instances, and to prevent our personnel from developing… attachments. SCP-7032: That's… awfully dehumanizing, is it not? {Agent ████ interrupts} Agent ████: Well, you are a… {Agent ████ gestures to SCP-7032's body, which is currently in its humanoid form and clothed in its usual attire. SCP-7032's body language shows visible discomfort at this} Toussaint: Goddamit, Agent, don't interrupt! First Anomaly that doesn't immediately try to bite his head off and he goes on insulting it, the nerve… {SCP-7032 laughs quietly} Toussaint: I apologize for my Agent's conduct. He's… new to this. Anyways, what Agent ████ was trying to say is that your appearance could be disturbing to those not experienced in the handling of anomalous creatures. Am I correct in deducing that you are a variety of leech? SCP-7032: All is forgiven, Doctor. Actually, despite all appearances, I assure you I am very much human. This was a gift from our Patron. Toussaint: Ah, I see. How long have you had this… gift… and who is this Patron you speak of? SCP-7032: I've had this gift as long as I can remember. I don't believe I was born with it, though. As for our Patron, why, how could you not know of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil? Toussaint: I was under the impression that the Convent's name was simply eccentric word choice, and that you still practiced the Christian faith. SCP-7032: Oh we do, the correct Christian faith. Toussaint: What makes your Christian faith more correct than others? SCP-7032: We see things as they truly are, Doctor. We see what those old stuck-up fools in the Vatican don't see. There was no Messiah, at least not in the way it's typically described. Mother Mary was not the mother of the Messiah, she was the Messiah. The Goddess, descended to earth in human form, wreathed in flowing silks the color of her virginal blood. From her womb sprang forth all things, man and beast and otherwise, and so we all must return to her womb at the end. {Dr. Toussaint pauses in contemplation} Toussaint: That is an… interesting philosophy. I guess it explains why the cross you wear around your neck looks so unusual. Tell me, in your theology, is Mary a benevolent deity? SCP-7032: Mary is petulant and brash, and yet mature and composed. She would just as soon build your house for a sixpence as tear it down at the slightest insult. She is the force of nature that all other forces fear and respect. No one, especially no man, dares question her authority without just cause and due respect. Mary professes the freedom of women as one of her highest goals, and wishes to bring about complete harmony between the sexes. Unfortunately, men don't often listen to words, so Mary has been forced to use… other means to clarify her points. I dare not elaborate for fear of angering her, though. Toussaint: Do these beliefs cause you to resent men in any way? SCP-7032: Resent? No, I would say I pity them, rather than resent them. Men oft have a self-destructive habit of running headlong into danger without thinking about the consequences. It sounds like a cursed existence. I mean no offense, but I do not envy you. Toussaint: Would you consider yourself particularly devout in your faith? Also, what was your role within the Convent? SCP-7032: My role in the convent is… difficult to explain. Have you heard of the concept of a "Sin-Eater"? Sin-Eaters consume a ritual meal in order to spiritually take on the sins of a deceased person. I am… something similar. I eat the sins of the living by purging them from the flesh and consuming them. Toussaint: How is this accomplished, in your case? SCP-7032: By alleviating the pain of the injured through the use of Mary's Tears… and by literally consuming the infected flesh and blood of festering wounds so they can properly heal. {Agent ████ retches} Toussaint: What are Mary's Tears, if I might ask? SCP-7032: I… am uncertain if Mary would permit me to explain such a critical component of her beautiful Work, least of all to a… sorry, that came out wrong. Toussaint: Alright, I think we have all we need for now. SCP-7032: W-wait! You asked how devout I was, earlier? Toussaint: Ah, yes, my apologies. Go on. SCP-7032: Mary advocates for… "chastity" is not the right word… Moderation? Moderation in all things, including romantic pursuits. She believes going too far in either direction leads both men and women to ruin. The pursuit of sex in excess can lead one into danger, but depriving oneself can be just as detrimental to their wellbeing. The Sisters do not deprive themselves, but they dare not risk pursuing such desires in excess. Nonetheless… Toussaint: Yes? SCP-7032: Well… have you heard of the story of Joan of Leeds, the nun who faked her own death and escaped her Convent in order to… "pursue the way of carnal lust?" Toussaint: … Go on. SCP-7032: I know how she felt. Being so… constrained, so… unsatiated. I wager you do as well. Don't you sometimes wish you could… {SCP-7032 leans forward and crosses arms under its chest in a suggestive manner} SCP-7032: … throw caution to the wind, and feel what it's like to let the wild take over? {Toussaint remains silent for several seconds} Toussaint: Actually, I do, but not in the way you seem to be suggesting. Thank you for your time SCP-7032, that will be all for today. <End Log> Interview 7032-I-2: The following interview was conducted four days after the previous to inquire further about SCP-7032's background. Information in {} was provided by Dr. Toussaint for additional context. Interviewer: Dr. Louis Toussaint Interviewed: SCP-7032 Date: 2/26/2020 <Begin Log> Toussaint: Alright, here we go. Hello again, SCP-7032. I hope you recall my name? SCP-7032: Hah, I recall you saying something quite similar the first time we spoke, and yes I remember your name. Would you happen to remember mine? {Toussaint pauses} SCP-7032: I jest, Dr. Toussaint, I know the Foundation's policy with names. Toussaint: So, we are conducting this interview to clarify a few things from the previous, and hopefully learn a bit more about the circumstances around your service to the Convent. SCP-7032: Ah, I see. I will tell you what I can, though I cannot guarantee the answers will be satisfactory. Toussaint: You mentioned Joan of Leeds last time we spoke, as if to imply you desired to escape your Convent. Is that why you entered our custody so willingly? SCP-7032: Things had changed quite significantly over the decades. The Sisters could no longer agree about how my gifts should be used. They pulled me every which way, demanding I do this or that, partaking in the very things we were taught to avoid. Soon it seemed like the words of Mary and the words of the Sisters… they were diff- none of it made any sense. I just… I needed to leave, give myself some space. Maybe then, with me gone, they would stop their infighting over me. Toussaint: Can you elaborate further on what had changed? SCP-7032: I mentioned before that Mary espoused moderation in all things, including pursuits of a romantic nature? Well… many of the Sisters grew tired of the old ways. I cannot tell if they simply forgot the old lessons or simply "modernized" them so much their meaning became unrecognizable. The Sisters began indulging without consideration for their own safety. Relations within the Convent were commonplace before, but now… now they began hosting great parties, where clothes were scarce and security was even scarcer. They allowed anyone to join, so men would just walk in off the street, cast their clothes aside, and leap into the fray. We lost three Sisters during such parties. We know not where they went. Perhaps they were taken, perhaps they ran away of their own volition. Either way, it was terribly irresponsible, and frustrated me greatly. Toussaint: Did you partake in these… indulgences, with your Sisters? SCP-7032: No, but… to be honest… not for lack of trying. I was forbidden. I was only needed to aid them in their exploration of themselves. I must admit my own hypocrisy, for while I feel great concern at these events in hindsight, in the moment all I felt was… envy. The nerve they had, to restrict me so. I cannot tell if they did it for my safety, their safety, or simply out of spite. It's just… if everyone else is doing something you know is dangerous, but you are forbidden from taking part, there is still that… temptation… to join in. Such conflicting feelings have caused me much distress. Toussaint: Perhaps they were afraid of you being discovered? SCP-7032: Feh, I was always there, in the room. They needed me. I provided the… "entertainment." With how lax they were with security, it wouldn't surprise me if everyone in Sussex knew of my exploits. Of course I'd like to think they knew me more for my healing, but that just doesn't… sell as well, you know? Toussaint: I doubt pursuing this inquiry further will be of much relevance. Let's switch topics to something more substantial. In our previous interview you informed me that you could not explain the nature of "Mary's Tears" because it might anger your Patron. Have you… received any indication that Mary has changed her mind since then? SCP-7032: Well, yes and no. I… I've decided to commit a sin. I shall share with you the nature of Mary's Tears. Normally the Convent forbids such discussion, as it can lead to conflict with other groups, but… I need to do this. For me. Toussaint: Please, go on. SCP-7032: Whenever I ingest blood, my body naturally produces a potent… what's the word… anesthetic? A substance that, when applied to wounds, causes the pain to disappear like dew 'neath the sun. It also accelerates the rate of healing, which is something I wager your Foundation would be interested in. Toussaint: Exactly what are you proposing? SCP-7032: Part of why I chose to leave the Convent is because I no longer felt a sense of purpose. I wasn't helping others, so what was the point? Contain me if you must, but please, allow me to be of some use if you're going to keep me here. One of the requirements of my role in the Convent was extensive medical experience. Please allow me to assist your Foundation medics, and use Mary's Tears to alleviate the pains of your men. {Toussaint is silent for a moment} Toussaint: This… is actually quite an interesting proposal. I like to think of myself as a good judge of character, and while I damn well understand that one should never let their guard down around anomalies, I also know that we can't afford to miss opportunities for achieving beneficial relations with them. Hell, some anomalies are the only reasons our organization can function at all! Let me speak with my superiors about this, see what they think. We will probably need to conduct some tests to verify the credibility of your claims, but if they turn out to be true I strongly suspect the higherups will be positively drooling over an asset like you. SCP-7032: You have my thanks, Doctor Toussaint! I do hope your inquiries go well. I'd rather not just sit in some cell all day… <End Log> An illustration of SCP-7032 discovered in the office of Dr. Jean Du Monde following Incident-7032-03R. While hundreds of similar illustrations were recovered from the scene, this was one of the few not saturated with blood. Addendum 7032-1, Incident-7032-03R: At approximately 10:32:00, 9/15/2021, Dr. Jean Du Monde orchestrated a containment breach in Site-06-3, releasing SCP-████ and SCP-███, which both ended up killing at least 30 personnel in total. Evidence linking Dr. Jean Du Monde to the breach was discovered quickly via security camera footage, but Du Monde himself managed to escape detection in the confusion for the duration of the containment breach. Once the escaped anomalies had been contained and the deceased and wounded were accounted for, loud noises resembling those of a struggle were heard in an unused office suite of Site-06-3. Upon agents opening the door, they discovered Dr. Jean Du Monde apparently engaging in intercourse with SCP-7032. At some point during their relations, SCP-7032 had attacked Du Monde, pinning him to the floor before embedding its teeth in his jugular. By the time agents had discovered the scene, Dr. Jean Du Monde had died of severe exsanguination, with almost 85% of his blood drained from his body. Upon requests from the agents, SCP-7032 released its grip on Dr. Jean Du Monde, retrieved its clothing, and willingly entered Foundation custody. The subsequent interrogation of SCP-7032 led to a raid on the office of Dr. Jean Du Monde, and the recovery of evidence explaining the events that had transpired. During the subsequent hearings, Dr. Louis Toussaint took full responsibility for the events, claiming he should have tested SCP-7032-A more thoroughly before creating Procedure 3166-IRVINE. Dr. Louis Toussaint was suspended from duty for 2 years and reassigned to a different site. One year after this sentence was enacted, he died of a stroke at the age of 54. Addendum 7032-2, Additional evidence regarding Incident-7032-03R: A raid of Dr. Jean Du Monde's office following his death has revealed a number of documents providing additional context on his swift decline, most notably a handwritten journal of his experiences with SCP-7032. Upon initial questioning following the incident, SCP-7032 willingly provided Foundation personnel with its own journal documenting its time with Dr. Jean Du Monde. The combination of these two accounts led to an immediate test of SCP-7032-A's potential for abuse.5 Excerpts from the journal of Dr. Jean Du Monde, titled "Black and White and Red All Over": The following journal was recovered from the office of Dr. Jean Du Monde during the investigation into Incident-7032-03R. Journal was stained with blood on various pages, though the distribution of blood spatter and differences in blood coloration between pages suggests the staining was done over a long period of time, rather than being the result of a single violent incident. Various scars discovered on the inner wrists of Dr. Jean Du Monde seem to support this hypothesis. Title: "Black and White and Red All Over" Author: Dr. Jean Du Monde 1/18/2017: I've made it, I'm finally here. All that training, all those goddamn background checks, it was aaaaall worth it. I'm finally a bona-fide Foundation researcher. Didn't think I'd be going down such an unusual lifepath, but hey, that's what happens when you see something you shouldn't. Sometimes I wish the amnestics had actually worked that day, but I wouldn't be here if they didn't. Actually got to take a look at SCP-███ in its cell earlier today. It's shorter than I remembered. Guess that comes with getting older, huh? You turn 30 and suddenly all the monsters look a little less monstrous. - Jean Du Monde 3/1/2020: Today was the day I first encountered SCP-7032. "Sister Sanguine", as Toussaint mistakenly called it one time. Hell, I'll take that nickname over the one the D-classers gave it, "Bloody Mary". I swear sometimes I wish I was in charge of carrying out terminations. Anyways, SCP-7032 is like no anomaly I've seen before. It's equal parts disturbing and alluring, like… like you know you shouldn't stare but you can't help doing it. It honestly feels weird calling SCP-7032 an "it" because of how feminine it looks - or chooses to look. Apparently it can change its body-shape. It's also very polite, like, extremely polite. Well-spoken too, clearly educated. We had a conversation about classic literature. Apparently 7032 thinks Citizen Kane is terribly droll. Can't say I agree, but I appreciate people confident enough to voice their opinions. Even if those opinions are wrong. - Jean Du Monde 3/5/2020: I think SCP-7032 noticed me staring at it earlier. It's difficult to process my feelings on the entity. I've had alot of time to observe its appearance, and that only makes me feel even more conflicted. On one hand it looks distinctly inhuman, with a strange mouth full of teeth as sharp as scalpels. On the other hand, it evokes something… carnal… and dare I say fetishistic. I suppose that must be due to it's skin resembling - at least from a distance - shiny black latex. It looks like it wears a full-body latex suit, and yet dresses like a Catholic nun. The contrast is incredibly eye-catching, to say the least. I've asked a few of the others if they were feeling the same things, and most of them vehemently agreed. It's weird, but reassuring. At least it means I'm not under some kind of spell. - Jean Du Monde 3/10/2020: SCP-7032 and I have been getting along surprisingly well whenever we have a chance to talk. We started with conversing about basic stuff, small-talk and the like. Then the conversations turned to our pasts. Where we came from. I told it about SCP-███. It said it was sorry I had to go through such a thing. 7032 told me about its past, how it was basically born into the Church of Sanguine Veil. The way 7032 was talking made it seem like this all happened a loooong time ago. I tried asking how long, but it wouldn't say. Come to think of it, I have no idea how old 7032 actually is. That's still not as weird as when it said it used to look human. It doesn't seem to view its transformation as a curse, despite its… appearance. Regardless of the fact that 7032 looks like a leech-person-dressed-in-a-nun-costume, I feel strangely normal when I'm around it. Not that I felt abnormal before, but… things just make a little bit more sense whenever I speak with it. - Jean Du Monde 3/14/2020: I asked Dr. Toussaint a stupid question today. I asked if the Foundation had any policies about personnel having relationships with sentient humanoid anomalies. He didn't immediately file a request for my termination, which was a plus, but he did spit his coffee all over the documents he was filing. In my panic I tried to play it off like I was asking for a friend, but he saw straight through me. He told me to be careful, as we hadn't fully documented all of SCP-7032's anomalous properties yet. For all we know 7032 could be, like, mind-controlling me into liking it. To be honest, even if that were the case, I'm not sure I'd care. Talking with 7032 has been some of the most fun I've had since I started working here. It's a bright spot in this facility full of murderous monsters and unexplainable objects. Come to think of it, Dr. Toussaint didn't explicitly say such relationships were forbidden. I think, so long as it doesn't compromise any containment procedures, there could be something between us after all. - Jean Du Monde 3/20/2020: I fucked up. Well, okay, it wasn't even technically my fault, but still. Procedure 3166-IRVINE has been well underway for about three weeks now, and we've been patching up our guys almost nonstop since its inception. Maybe it's just because I'm spending much more time in the medical wing now, but I had no idea we had this many injuries at Site-06-3. There's gotta be an OSHA violation in there somewhere. Does the Foundation even recognize OSHA? Anyways, getting off track. Today we were treating some D-class who somehow got completely disemboweled. Everything typically found in the abdominal cavity was distinctly outside his, coiled every which way cause he tried to stuff it all back in before the agents could restrain him on the stretcher. He looked about ten seconds from flatlining so we were all in a bit of a rush, and one of the assistants tripped and crashed into me from behind. I held out my hands to brace myself and… well… one hand went straight into the D-class's guts. The other hand - which I was in the process of gloving but hadn't completely - hit SCP-7032 square in the face while it was in the process of applying SCP-7032-A. My hand got covered in the stuff. It was like Vaseline but… better. Cool but not too cold. Couldn't feel my damn fingers for a few hours after touching it, though. Dr. Toussaint reprimanded the assistant and directed me to go wash my hands, so I don't know what happened to the D-class in the end. What I do know, is that by the time I had made it to the sink, the SCP-7032-A had completely diffused through my skin. There was nothing left to clean off. I really hope there aren't any side-effects of this, I vaguely recall SCP-7032 mentioning something about "moderation". - Jean Du Monde 3/21/2020: I feel weird. Weird in that I feel good, but for no discernable reason. Like I just got hit in the face by the living personification of Dopamine. I literally danced my entire way down the hall to the medical wing. I never dance, people always called me "Commander Shepard" in college when I tried. It's also hard to stop smiling. Part of me thinks I should tell someone, buuuuut I'm afraid they might lock me in a humanoid containment cell. Plus, what's wrong with being in a weirdly good mood once in a while? As long as it doesn't become a constant thing, I don't see an issue with keeping this on the down-low. - Jean 3/23/2020: It's a constant thing. I know why, though. It's the SCP-7032-A, it fucking has to be! It's the only illicit substance that's ever entered my system since when I was in the womb and my mom was an alcoholic. Wow that was a weird thing to write. Anyways… as I'm writing this… the high is starting to drop like a rock. Fuck. Damn… I feel like I just watched a nonstop marathon of "The Fox and the Hound". Am I crying? What the hell… Okay, if anyone sees me like this for any prolonged period of time, they're going to scrub my brain or dope me up with amnestics or something. I'm not crazy, I just - I just don't want to feel this terrible. I… I gotta get more of that stuff. - Jean 3/24/2020: I "accidentally" fell on SCP-7032 again. That's what happens when nobody mops the floors after a 3166-IRVINE. Things can get awfully… slippery. It was a remarkably soft landing, on account of SCP-7032 having no actual skeleton. Felt like landing on a waterbed, but better. She didn't seem to mind much, all things considered. Actually, she just seemed to stare at me. I can't remember, but I swear her hands were on my thighs. Managed to get a good amount of SCP-7032-A on my hands as I tried to get up again. I think she noticed, but she didn't say anything. We joked about it later, started speaking more candidly about this whole shitshow and the people running it, who we both thought were running it into the ground. Dr. Toussaint is one of the only people here who seems to have more than one braincell to rub together. He's the only one who can see SCP-7032 for what she truly is, a fascinating woman with so, so much to say. I could listen to her for hours. Might even get a recording to set as my alarm in the morning, though it might soothe me to sleep rather than wake me up. - Jean Why… why did I refer to SCP-7032 as "she"? I can't afford to talk about her like that, it could get me in serious tro- wait… why can't I stop? 4/5/2020: I can't keep staging accidental mishaps. People are getting wise. Fuck, they were getting wise after the second one. There's gotta be a better way to get more SCP-7032-A, but the stuff evaporates super fast once exposed to the air. You can't just bottle it up and store it, or at least you can't without equipment too big for me to steal. I wonder, could I just be upfront with her? 7032, I mean. Could I just… ask her for some? I already considered injuring myself, so I could get a 3166-IRVINE, but that would be unsustainable. Plus, SCP-7032-A seems to behave differently in the systems of injured people. I don't think it would have the same… rush. Okay Fuck it, I'm done. I'm done with the crashes, I'm done feeling miserable, I'm gonna ask 7032 if she can hook me up. Let's hope I don't get friendzoned. - Jean 4/6/2020: She said yes. Holy shit she said yes. Well, she also said something about "regretting it" or whatever, but honestly after she said "yes" it was all white noise. Basically without even thinking I stole a bloodbag from the medical wing and gave it to her. Human blood is real preemo stuff, supposed to make the highest-quality SCP-7032-A. After chugging it down she took my hands in hers and… it was like… it was like an epiphany. I remember some agents telling a story about how a test subject had ordered "the perfect drink" from SCP-294, and once he downed it all and the cup ran empty, he killed himself cause everything after that was one big letdown. That's what I feel like right now. I feel like… there's no walking back from this. The only way I'm gonna be able to survive is through… escalation. -Jean 5/1/2020: She told me her name today. Sister Maeve Sanguinea. I can't stop repeating it whenever I'm alone. I don't even want to. It's like an anathema to all the pain of withdrawal. It helps keep me going for just that little bit longer between doses. I only wish we could do more than simply hold hands. This godforsaken place… it's impossible to be alone, least of all with an anomaly. Her guards are easy to dupe; they don't think she's any kind of danger. They're wrong, I suspect, but I can't afford to tell them. I need what Maeve offers far too much. We're usually able to disappear into a supply closet for a few minutes without anyone noticing, but it's not like these places are soundproofed. We couldn't do - we - not yet - but I'll find a way. I promise. 5/16/2020: I had a dream last night. A dream about the monster I saw. That night, in my home. I was hiding under the shattered remains of the couch, trying to hold my breath as that… THING… SCP-███ walked among the remnants of my parents. There wasn't much left of them after it was done. Frankly the dream didn't do the sheer scale of the carnage justice. Suddenly, though, just as the thing was trying to peer under the couch, a beautiful voice filled the air. The couch split open, leaving me uncovered, but SCP-███ didn't attack me. It couldn't. It was wrapped in these blood-red silks, coiling tighter and tighter, until the damn thing burst open and all its innards spilled out. I looked up to see where the silks were coming from, and there she was… Maeve… descending from the Heavens on wings of silken veils. She saved me. She pulled me up from those dismembered corpses and lifted me away from that nightmare. When I'm around her everything seems brighter… but when I'm away from her, all the monsters come back again. I wonder if this is how people on normal drugs feel. Like the drugs are an island in the middle of a sea of sharks. Like they're the last strand of a tightrope over a lake of fire. I need more. I need Maeve. No clothes this time. I need to see how accurate the dream was. -Du Monde 7/20/2020: Glorious, beautiful, voluptuous, perfect, a Goddess unto herself and yet only a servant to a higher deity. I asked Maeve today if her Goddess was even slightly as beautiful as herself, and she said I could not even possibly comprehend. I've certainly tried, though, whenever Mary's Tears course through my veins. I think I can almost see her, descending from the heavens in her bloodied veil. Or maybe that's just the blood dripping into my eyes from the cut I just made in my forehead. I don't know why I did it, Maeve isn't even around. It just… felt right… -Du Monde 1/2/2021: If I could, I would paint the most glorious portrait of Maeve the world had ever seen. Show the world every inch of her night-black glory, and the scarlet dripping from her claws. I lack the skill to give Maeve's beauty the justice it deserves, though I've still made a few attempts on random scraps of paper. Strange, this one has words all over it. Words I can't remember writing. They're all true, though: My queen Like an angel We are destined Bleed me dry 5/23~2021: It's not enough. It's not enough! No amount of TOUCHING is ENOUGH! We haven't the TIME, haven't the PLACE, where those BASTARDS won't hear! They still know not of what we are, of how tightly we are BOUND. I endeavor to KEEP it that way. I must… I must figure out a PLAN, a plan for how we can consummate our UNION… and be together FOREVER. 6~19/2021: I am a BEAST in a MASK. I smile, I look the part, but it is all an ACT. Ever since that first touch, I have been plagued with the wonders of the GODDESS. Her SERVANT haunts me. It is beautiful. She is beautiful. SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. I can't. I can't I can't I CAN'T. BUT I MUST. There is no redemption. No redemption for THEM. I am not in need of it. I am PURE. I have been shown GOD in human form. I pity those FOOLS for not understanding what MAEVE truly IS. Soon. Soon I shall ascend, and leave all these FOOLS behind. Maeve waits for me. She waits for my plan. -MONDE 7~10 2021: I. Something. Something happened today. I was about to get my TEARS when SHE asked me a question. The words were STRANGE. I could I could almost UNDERSTAND. I think. It was a hard question. It made me THINK. It broke through something. Why was I WITH HER like that? For DRUGS… or for HER? Did I HAVE to choose? Yes I did. I do. WAIT. No. YES. Why-STOP THIS. Stop THINKING. Thinking HURTS. You can THINK when you're talking with those FOOLS. With MAEVE you CANNOT. Just please give me a second. I just need to write someth-FINE. Maeve, I'm scared. I've always been SCARED. Ever since that night. When I saw it. I could never get it out of my head. It was always thereALWAYS THERE. The Tears THE DRUGS KEPT IT AWAY. But I kept needing more. I kept needing more of YOU, TOO. I still do. Touching doesn't work anymore. It's in MY HEAD. I might have to do something HORRIBLE. To make the PAIN go AWAY. It will hurt. BUT IT WON'T HURT US. It will never never nevereverevereverevernevereverNEVEREVER HURT US. We… we will be ONE. Just give me TIME. -JeAN DUMOND 9-15 2021: Brilliance. It is pure brilliance! I finally know what I must do. I cannot KILL all these guards myself, oh nonononononnoNO. But it can. It. The one I saw as a child. The one they tried to make me FORGET. It cannot be reasoned with, but I need not bother. All I need to do is FREE it, and those FOOLS will provide the BAIT. But what if it doesn't work? What if they can contain IT? Surely I will be found out! No, NO! We must… we must plan. Oh. I have it. It's so simple! Why release one monster… when you can release TWO? -MOND 915-2021: I did it. I can hear the screaming and GUNFIRE outside. It is a symphony. It builds to its eventual CLIMAX. Maeve will be here soon. I told her where to go. She will be fine. Mary would not allow harm to come to her SERVANT. Wait why is. Is she coming through the vents-YES. She is HERE, and READY. Finally, after all this time, I will have ASCENSIO- Excerpts from the journal of SCP-7032, titled "On Wings and Red Veils": The following journal was willingly provided to Foundation investigators by SCP-7032 itself after the events of Incident-7032-03R. The journal is in immaculate condition, bound in black leather, and bears the insignia of the "Church of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil". It is currently unknown how SCP-7032 procured this journal, though it has been deduced to be a filing error in recording SCP-7032's personal possessions. Title: "On Wings and Red Veils" Author: SCP-7032 I am writing this journal in the full knowledge that eventually a member of the Foundation will deign it necessary to comb through its contents, despite their personal nature. Please, whoever reads this, know that I am not one who keeps secrets unless decreed by Mother Mary herself. I will speak my mind in its entirety, but there are certain things no amount of interrogation will convince me to elaborate on. Mother Mary's secrets are hers to keep. 2/28/2020: From one stint in captivity to another, but I suppose I cannot complain too much. To be honest, these sanitized white walls offer me some comfort. They remind me of the chapel, but without all the bloodstains. I also enjoy the methodical way the Foundation goes about their duties. Every anomaly under their purview is handled differently so as to minimize harm to itself and others. I suppose I should consider myself blessed that I am even permitted out of my cell, though, for some of the more violent specimens contained here are not so lucky. Well, I'm a well behaved woman - mostly - so I doubt that will change in the future. I just have to make sure not to touch anyone I'm not healing. I… really hope that's as simple as it sounds. -Maeve 3/1/2020: I met another Researcher of the Foundation today, by the name of Dr. Jean Du Monde. Significantly younger in comparison to Dr. Toussaint, and I fear far more naïve. I could feel his eyes upon my form from the moment he opened the door to the moment he walked away. It was difficult to tell if he was attracted or disturbed. He seemed nervous in his talks with me, but that could mean any number of things. We spoke briefly on literature, and the merits and demerits of Citizen Kane. It feels nice to have a conversation not directly related to my appearance or my potential danger to the Foundation. Even as I write this, I keep repeating the name "Jean Du Monde" in my head. I can't help enjoying how it sounds. I do hope we can continue these conversations in the future. -Maeve 3/5/2020: Jean is quite a specimen indeed. Doubtless attractive, looks at least 5 years younger than he is, in perfect physical condition. Gods, I find myself observing him almost as much as he does me. Thankfully he can't tell when I'm looking at him, else things might get quite… tense… between us. He's not the only one I've caught ogling me, not by a long shot, but he is the only one I've even considered reciprocating with. I'm no fool, though. In my current situation, I cannot explain the dangers of my ability without risking both my relative freedom and my bonds with Mother Mary. If I ever were to seek a union with anyone, it could never become physical. Not without betraying my oaths of secrecy. -Maeve 3/10/2020: It is surely one of Mary's great miracles that Dr. Jean is as alluring in personality as he is in body. He's quite amusing to talk to; always has an opinion no matter the topic, and yet is always respectful of the opinions of others. I often wonder how such a bold and eccentric man could end up in a place like this. Today I received at least a partial answer. Apparently Jean had encountered an anomaly when he was only a child. I daren't recount the full details, for it is not my place to publicize such things, but it must have been traumatic indeed. One would think such an experience would've deterred him from the Foundation, but I know better. Sometimes, exposure to such nightmarish things can lead one to down a dark path, straight to where they sprang from. I imagine "storm-chasers" and other similar occupations came about from such experiences. Perhaps the entire Foundation did as well. I wonder… what could've scared a man so much it prompted them to form an organization like this? -Maeve 3/14/2020: I've given my situation more thought over the past few days. I hadn't originally intended to pursue any members of the staff here, but now I'm starting to realize this would be quite a lonely existence if I did not. I fled the Convent specifically to avoid such deprivation. Surely I cannot abide being so unfulfilled again? Of course, regardless of my desire, I daren't put Jean in peril. If we are to do anything beyond simply talking - and flirting - he must be strengthened against the influence of Mary's Tears. Unfortunately, I currently lack the equipment required to perform the Ritual of Thalassa, and I don't believe the Foundation could procure such materials anyhow. Only the Convent possesses the equipment I would need to carefully control the dosage of Mary's Tears. Informing the Foundation of such a ritual beyond simply mentioning its name would also put the Convent at risk. Would I really give up my faith and betray my Sisters simply to court a man? Then again… If I had the equipment, and carried out the ritual on Jean… we could touch any time we wanted… Oh, how a girl can dream… -Maeve 3/20/2020: Something unexpected occurred today. My employment as a Foundation healer has been proceeding swimmingly for the past three weeks with no significant setbacks. I appreciate that, despite my unusual visage, the personnel seem to be a bit more lax around me now than they were at the start. Unfortunately, that may have been a double-edged sword. I was tending to the wounds of an injured D-class who had been almost completely disemboweled when Dr. Jean collided with me from behind. I was unharmed, but in Jean's attempts to brace himself, his hand accidentally plunged into the entrails of the poor man I was treating. As Jean righted himself and made his way to the sinks, I did my best to resume the healing process, but Jean's hand had accidentally perforated the patient's organs and caused him to expire. While it was unfortunate, I found myself just as concerned with Jean's other hand, which had made contact with my face during his fall. When he returned he was wearing gloves, but I distinctly recall feeling bare skin. I fear he may have been exposed to Mary's Tears. I wanted to warn him, but I feared I might be seen as a hazard and disposed of if someone else were to hear what I had to say. I told him to practice moderation in order to mitigate the Tears' effects. I just hope he understood. -Maeve 3/21/2020: Dr. Jean is in quite good spirits today. I attempted to inquire what was bringing him to dance about as he worked, but he had no explanation. I have a bad feeling, but I'm not certain if it is correct. He was only exposed to a small amount of Mary's Tears, not nearly enough to… to… no, it cannot be that, surely? I will attempt to observe him to see if his mental wellbeing starts to decline. -Maeve 3/23/2020: I daresay my hypothesis seems to be correct. Ever since exposure to Mary's Tears, Jean is exhibiting symptoms of being under their thrall. It shouldn't have been a large enough sample to elicit such a reaction, though. Usually people would have to embrace my unclothed body to show such a rapid change in their demeanor. Perhaps Jean is unusually susceptible to the Tears? Or… perhaps… the Tears are growing stronger? The blood I am provided by the Foundation is of a markedly higher quality than what the Church could muster from its livestock - not just in terms of species, but also in terms of purity. It's possible we have unknowingly stumbled on a highly concentrated form of Mary's Tears. Regardless, I know not how to mend this situation. I fear if I were to speak to Dr. Toussaint, he might forbid me from my work as Healer out of caution. Beyond that, though, I'm afraid I may be deemed by the Foundation to be a… "hazard to cognition". I cannot remember the exact term. Such anomalies are viewed as exceptionally hazardous by the Foundation, and were I to be seen as one… no… I can't go back there. I can't be a prisoner again, used as nothing more than an object for the indulgences of others or deprived of human contact just for being what I am. There has to be a way to fix this on my own, without the Foundation learning this. -Maeve Shortly after the completion of this entry, I remembered that this journal was sure to be read by the Foundation's staff at some point. I apologize for my apparent dishonesty, I was in a panic. I… I just need to figure out a way of explaining the dangers of my Tears without it resulting in me being locked away. Please understand I mean no ill intent. 3/24/2020: Dr. Jean collided with me once again in the medical wing. Thankfully we had already successfully treated the patient, so nobody was harmed. Jean landed directly on top of me though, in a rather suggestive manner. If I was previously uncertain about him being addicted to the Tears, I am now positive he is. Gods. He already smells better. As he attempted to rise to his feet, I found my hands upon his thighs. I experienced a rush of emotions I could not quite process. I am thankful my mostly blank visage prevents most people from reading my emotions. I swear I would have been blushing profusely were I capable of such a thing. Wait, why am I writing of this incident while smiling? This is not a good thing, not by a long-shot! But, I cannot deny, feeling him atop me like that… it was kind of nice. Certainly got my heart racing. Alas, doubt tinges my excitement. Jean has never said verbatim that he was interested in me, and I haven't worked up the courage to ask. I suppose I'm afraid that… he might simply want the Tears, and spares not a thought for me. Oh Mary, why is it so difficult to distinguish between addiction and desire? -Maeve 4/5/2020: Oh, I am a fool! I finally had a realization I wish I'd had long ago! During our recorded talks together, Dr. Toussaint's warm demeanor always went cold the moment I implied anything of a suggestive nature. After asking him candidly, it all seems so obvious now. Dr. Toussaint is simply not interested in women! I feel no resentment or anger at this, more embarrassment that I did not catch it sooner. I am usually quite good at reading people, especially men. I suppose such knowledge is welcome, though, because it helps prevent future misunderstandings. Plus, I still have Jean, and he's more enamored with me than ever. … right? Or… or is it just the Tears? Does he actually want me or does he simply want another "hit"? Maybe he is attracted to me, but only in body? I cannot continue writing with my hands shaking so. I need to process these feelings. -Maeve 4/6/2020: Jean spoke frankly with me today about his need for more of Mary's Tears. This actually works to my advantage, because if I can adequately control the dosage, I may be able to help him build a tolerance to their addictive symptoms. An improvised Ritual of Thalassa without the correct materials. It's actually more dangerous than it sounds. I've read a few books on addiction, and most of them state that as sufferers build up a tolerance to the substances they abuse, they start to crave more and more. The Ritual of Thalassa should be able to mitigate this risk, but without the right equipment I know not how to control the dosage of Mary's Tears. This will be dangerous, but I don't think there's another way I can fix the situation. Jean spoke to me today of an anomalous drink dispenser the Foundation was containing in another site. Apparently a man had ordered "the perfect drink" from it, and upon finishing its contents, he took his own life because nothing in this world could possibly compare to its taste. I am worried Jean was making a veiled threat, of some variant. That he might harm himself if I were to refuse him the Tears. He is such a kind man, I do not wish for such a fate to befall him. As much as I despise having to play such underhanded schemes with the Foundation, I can't abide Jean harming himself because of me. -7032 5/1/2020: I find it rather amusing in hindsight that Jean only asked my name today, after we've known eachother for this long. I guess it's a side-effect of working in such a sanitized place, where the items contained are seen as objects, rather than people. I understand this to an extent, and I suspect it's helped protect more personnel from exposure to my Tears. It just feels… lonely… being called solely by a number. Hells, I accidentally signed my name as "7032" a month ago! Anyways, my work in building up Jean's tolerance to the Tears is proving… difficult. It is challenging to control the exact amount I supply him with because it coats the entirety of my skin, and multiple times now he's reached his hands out to dose himself before I could stop him. I've tried politely rebuking him, acting more sternly, nothing seems to work. He is like… like a child in a candy store. How could he possibly have just one candy when there are thousands ripe for the taking? -Maeve 5/10/2020: I am reminded of an old proverb I was taught at the Convent. Mother Mary, accompanied by her Apostles, was walking down a long dirt rode on her way to the city of Sodom when she came upon an old man who appeared to be injured, lying on the side of the road. Mary approached, took one look at the man, and proceeded to stomp on his throat until his head rolled free of his body. When asked by her Apostles why she did such a thing, she pulled open the man's robes, revealing his concealed armor of leather and a dagger in his hand. It was clear the man intended to assault her, Mary claimed, but the Apostles disagreed. Mary simply felt pity for them, for they lacked her sight and her wisdom. Mary knew of the dangers the man posed because she was given the ability to sense such things. She could not, however, convince her followers to believe her. I cannot help seeing myself as Mary, in this story. I guess that would make Jean the old man, except… except I do not wish to stomp on Jean's throat. Surely… surely Mary would understand if I attempted to resolve the situation nonviolently first? I want to be with him, addict or not! There… there has to be another way… -Maeve 5/16/2020: His desire is truly something to behold, Jean's. I can feel his eyes on me at all times now, wanting me, coveting me. I allowed him to see me without the robes on this time - I dare not elaborate further for fear of giggling like a fool. Even as I write this my heart races. For moments at a time, now, I almost completely forget how dangerous this is. His aroma is quite alluring now, but according to Dr. Toussaint, Jean doesn't wear cologne. This is not ideal, for there is only one other explanation. Each day my desire to meet him seems to grow, and it's becoming more difficult to refuse anything he asks of me. I don't even think I want to. I keep telling myself ensuring his safety is the priority, but if I ever let my guard down for even a second, the man I fell for shines through and it becomes hard to think straight. He will not even listen to my warnings anymore, and every time we talk, I find myself distracted from my goal of protecting him. Oh, how I feel like a Siren, cursed to lead men astray! I open my mouth to warn him to stay away, and yet my voice only draws him closer. Speaking with Dr. Toussaint has helped me calm my nerves some. I daren't tell him of Jean's condition, but just hearing his voice helps keep me focused on my task. I have to save Jean from himself. I know I can, I just need more time. -Maeve 7/20/2020: The nerve of the man! While tending to the wounds of a Foundation agent today, I suddenly came to feel Jean's hands upon my hips. It only lasted for a second, but I can't stop thinking about it now. Such teasing is really starting to get to me, even if… I can no longer tell if his desire is genuine, or simply the effects of the Tears. I find myself hoping it is the former. At least then I wouldn't feel so guilty about how my heart races at the thought of him, now. -Maeve 1/2/2021: Shortly before writing this, I overheard Jean speaking with a number of D-class about me. They didn't stop when I walked into view, either. I could feel their eyes upon me, and I would be lying if I did not say it felt at least somewhat exciting. The excitement was tinged with unease, though, because of the danger this poses. None of those D-class had touched me - at least, not while uninjured - so I know they aren't under the influence of the Tears. Unless… unless… could Jean have stolen some without my knowledge? I know not how he could do such a thing, since the Tears do not remain long in their liquid form. And surely if he was able to store samples of the Tears he would only keep them for himself, right? I know I can't ask Jean directly, so I can't verify anything until I have more proof. The looks those D-class gave me, though, they reminded me so much of Jean's… -Maeve 5/23/2021: Mary did not conceive of the Tears out of malice. They were intended to carry the power of Healing in it's purest form, an anathema to pain. What Mary did not foresee was how pain would evolve over time. Pain as we know it now is not always physical in nature. Sometimes people can be broken without having suffered a scratch. The Tears… they started fixing more than just the open wounds, they provided a relief from the trauma as well. Oh, how I wish it were only that simple… for… if you step before a roaring hearth after a night in a winter storm, it feels like paradise. But if one were to snuff out those flames again, would the cold not feel twice as biting? I think I understand now why Jean cannot break free of their hold. Something in him is broken, broken beyond all hope of repair. Before he met me, he did not know he was broken. It was only when the relief of the Tears faded that he became truly aware of his pain. I fear this is beyond my skill to fix, but my desire to save him has not abated. I will… I have to… I must keep going, lest he destroy himself and me along with him. -Maeve 6/10/2021: We did it today. We found the time, we found a nice quiet place, and we cast our clothes aside and let our needs take over. He took my hands in his, but they did not go numb this time. He was safe, safe from me, and I was ready. That's when I woke up from the dream. If I could cry, I feel I would. I've never felt so lost, so torn between so many conflicting feelings! I want to help others and heal them. I want to uphold my oaths to Mother Mary. I want to be with Jean. Jean and I cannot safely interact unless he is protected from the Tears, but to properly conduct the ritual I would need to betray the Convent's secrets. I can currently use my abilities in a benevolent way, but only by concealing the dangers of the Tears from the Foundation. I want to court with Jean now, but doing so would put his life at risk! This blessing that Mary gave me… each day it feels more and more like a curse! A jest at my expense! My cell is locked each night, but my true prison is circumstance! The only thing I want is someone I can safely hold. I shouldn't have to… I should not have to compromise my ideals for that… -Maeve 6/19/2021: I prayed. I prayed and I've been praying for days upon days now for any way to fix this. I've tried speaking to Jean about his pain, but I do not know if he can even hear my words anymore. He plays the part before the Foundation. At a glance he might even seem perfectly normal. Only I can perceive the twitching of his hands whenever he needs another dose. The tension in his shoulders when he thinks of me. Whenever we meet now, I find myself playing along with his requests despite my reservations. I know why, though I dare not put it in writing for fear of giving it sway over me. His scent… gods… it's only getting worse - and by worse I mean better. 7/10/2021: Originally I could not distinguish between Jean's desire and his addiction. Now, I fear I cannot distinguish between my desire and my hunger. My dreams… they alternate between loving embraces and feral predation. They're even starting to blend together. I am not some mindless monster, but… the gift I was given came with strings attached. I wasn't just made to ease pain and cleanse wounds, I was made to punish those who would abuse Mary's gifts. Do such abusers deserve punishment if they are compelled like Jean is? I know not. I cannot read minds. I cannot tell if he drenches his hands in the Tears out of recklessness and greed, or out of desperation and fear. I tried to ask him tonight. I was able to push him away before he could touch my skin, and in that moment I asked him "Do you love me, or just the drugs?" Then, he… He froze, as if trying to comprehend my words. He opened his mouth to speak, but then tried to embrace me. While I was distracted he'd managed to touch my hand, and whatever was left of the Jean I knew slipped back beneath the haze of the drug. Before the Tears took over, I could've sworn I saw him shed a tear. It's meaning eludes me. Was it out of fear that Mary's Tears were controlling him? Was it the trauma of his childhood resurfacing as he went into withdrawal? Was it out of regret for ever loving me? Did I just imagine the tear in the first place? Jean… I'm sorry… I don't know if I can save you from myself. I wish you didn't fall in love with a monster like me. -Maevellin Arthas Sanguinea, or whatever is left of her 9/15/2021: He told me of a plan for us to finally be together. I think. I think that's what it was. Most of it was incoherent babbling. I heard something about a "breach", I assume meaning a breach of containment. Of what I daren't begin to guess. I'm sorry, Jean. I truly am. I tried everything I could think of to save you from yourself… and myself. I should've warned Dr. Toussaint, but I was so… so afraid of being locked away in some dark, lightless cell. A typical, rational woman would be in utter anguish in my position, knowing what was to come. Whatever regret I feel… felt… is being smothered by my instincts. I fear they are growing stronger now. So, so much stronger. I can no longer distinguish between my desire to be with him and my desire to… Oh, how lust can so swiftly turn to gluttony. 9/15/2021: I hear screaming and gunfire. I was in the medical wing when it happened. The guards assigned to watch over me are… gone… and I'm alone. I suppose it is a relief, because as I write this, I no longer feel entirely myself. When Jean touched me this past time, my heart raced, but not like before. I could feel his pulse, hear his heartbeat. It almost made me salivate. I know such feelings are wrong, but I cannot fight them. The part of me that cared for this man is smothered under whatever writes this letter now. Jean is so saturated with the Tears at this point, I know where he is by his scent alone. I can smell him from exactly 457 feet and 8 inches away. I feel the pull… the need… to hunt. Even as I write I find my claws twitching, as if desperate to pin Jean and drink my fill. I wish I could… I wish I could hang onto that feeling of regret. As painful as it was, it at least made me feel more… human. Now, though… I feel starving now, more than anything else. I feel feral. Like I haven't eaten in years. I'm two hallways away and I still know exactly what room he's in. I'm just so… so hungry… Addendum 7032-3, Interview-7032-I-15 One month after Incident-7032-03R, SCP-7032 made a request for a final interview with Dr. Louis Toussaint, before his departure from Site-06-3. Findings in this interview resulted in the creation of Procedure 3290-THALASSA, a method to protect Foundation personnel from the addictive properties of SCP-7032-A. MTF-Theta-16 "Nuns and Roses" was formed to oversee all medical operations involving SCP-7032, as well as protect the entity from individuals within the "Church of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil", and other groups who might wish to apprehend it. Interviewer: Dr. Louis Toussaint Interviewed: SCP-7032 Date: 10/15/2021 <Begin Log> Toussaint: Alright… here we go. How are you feeling today, Maeve? SCP-7032: That's… that's the first time I've heard you call me that. Toussaint: Hah, well it's not like they can do much more to me. Anyways, I'm… deeply sorry for everything that's happened. SCP-7032: Don't apologize to me, doctor. You took responsibility to protect me, but you are not at fault. The fault lies with me. Toussaint: I know this must be hard for you. I wish I could say I'd be here for you, but… SCP-7032: Fuck this. Toussaint: Pardon? SCP-7032: My Sisters at the Convent pulled me every which way with their conflicting ideals and disregard of Mary's teachings. Half believed I was some trollop, some party-girl, and half believed I was merely a set of hands to stitch wounds and soothe pain with. Neither side could reconcile, so I removed myself from the conflict. But you know what? They were right. Toussaint: Maeve, no, you're not… SCP-7032: You aren't getting it. All this time my sense of duty had been at war with my desire to be free. Was I a surgeon or a courtesan? Jean died because I could not choose… but now I've finally come to realize… I'm both. I don't have to choose. I never did! My duties as a healer need not come into conflict with my ability to live a full life! Toussaint: This seems like quite the turnaround, Maeve. SCP-7032: Doctor, Mary made me a monster. A beautiful, beautiful monster, to serve as a living embodiment of her teachings. I was given her Tears to heal those in need, whilst those that sought to abuse her Tears, I was compelled to consume. I once thought this was the point. That those who recklessly indulge in the gifts of the Goddess were doomed to choke upon them. I now realize my gift isn't a warning for others, it's a lesson for me. A lighthouse does not rely on its size alone to steer ships away from its jagged shores. The lighthouse must work, it must shine its light through the darkness to keep the sailors safe. The gifts I was given could do wonderful things, but if misused could cause great pain. In order for me to keep the greatest number of people safe, and keep myself happy, I have to stand up for myself. Doctor, there is a way to protect potential addicts from the influence of Mary's Tears. The Ritual of Thalassa. I can provide you a list of all the materials you'll need. You can acquire them all by simply raiding the Convent. Toussaint: Is this not betraying your Sisters? SCP-7032: Damn them, they aren't my Sisters anymore. All this time I thought Mary and her followers shared the same ideals, but it is clear to me now that they do not. When they started hosting those godforsaken parties, they started telling me it's what Mary would've wanted. But aren't such actions unsafe? Those opposed would shout at me, telling me to never even speak to men. But what about moderation, the Goddess's greatest tenet? How dare I question the Goddess's wishes, they said. As if they even cared. It's clear to me now, Mary's Church has forgotten her and her teachings. They used me - her herald - for their own personal gain. The Sisters, they bottled and sold Mary's Tears on the black markets, and likely hurt thousands of people. The recent opiate epidemic? That was them. They are beyond hope of redemption, thus I am certain this is what Mary would want. If I am the only true follower of Mary left in the world, so be it. I will not forsake her as easily as they did. Toussaint: Maeve… if these statements prove to be true, your testimony here will surely save many lives. SCP-7032: I'm not doing it for anyone but myself. I'm tired of being used, and I'm tired of having to constantly fear that my desires will harm others. Those who undergo the Ritual of Thalassa will be protected from my influence, allowing them to touch me safely. Toussaint: I think I see where this is going… SCP-7032: Jean was a good man led to his ruin by my fear. If I had come to you sooner, he may yet be alive, but I could not trust your Foundation to use my gifts responsibly. If I am to use my gifts for good, I can't let anyone use them for me. I can't expect anyone else to be responsible, for the gifts belong to me. That's why I wish to be the only one to perform the Ritual of Thalassa. I want to be the one who protects your men from myself, so that the next time I am drawn to one of your researchers, I don't end up harming them inadvertently. You get your expert healer and your Mary's Tears, I get my freedom. Toussaint: To be clear, you're not asking for freedom from this facility, are you? SCP-7032: Oh Heavens no. I know not how to wield a firearm, and there are surely members of the Convent out searching for me as we speak. Whilst I could - for the record - escape whenever I so desired, there is no reason for me to do so. The world out there… it's not for me. It is a prison with no walls. Within the confines of this facility, however… at least I can have some semblance of peace. <End Log> Procedure 3290-THALASSA: Further testing of SCP-7032-A indicates that its detrimental properties only manifest within individuals not suffering from physical injuries. Exactly how SCP-7032-A can distinguish between injured and uninjured hosts is currently unknown. Prolonged abuse of SCP-7032-A gradually reduces a subject's capacity for rational thought, and causes the subject to emit a pheromone that - in high enough concentrations - can cause SCP-7032 to enter a feral state, where it will attempt to attack and consume the subject at all costs. In order to minimize the risk of attack without compromising the utility of SCP-7032 to the Foundation, the following procedure has been enacted: + Show Details of Procedure 3290-THALASSA - Close Following the events of Incident-7032-03R, a raid was conducted on the "Church of Our Lady Wreathed In Sanguine Veil" to recover the equipment needed for the "Ritual of Thalassa", a procedure intended to inoculate individuals against the addictive effects of SCP-7032-A. Most of the items required for the ritual are anomalous in nature, but only during the ritual itself. The following supervisor-approved ritual is to be conducted on all members of MTF-Theta-16 "Nuns and Roses", as well as on any Foundation personnel who have made physical contact with SCP-7032. 1. A large collar of bronze with various markings in Aramaic surrounding the perimeter (henceforth referred to as SCP-7032-C) is placed around the neck of the Subject. Testing has shown the original collar must be used; Foundation-made substitutes do not function as intended. 2. SCP-7032, standing in a basin of ash wood with engravings matching the collar (henceforth referred to as SCP-7032-D), consumes one pint of human blood from a bowl (no specific vessel is required) before reciting the following incantation: "The blood and tears shall quell my fears as I submit my hand. The one I choose I shall not lose for they shall bear my brand." Successful recitation will begin drawing SCP-7032-A from SCP-7032's skin into the basin. Notably, SCP-7032-A will not evaporate during this process. SCP-7032 will repeat this incantation until the basin is completely filled. 3. Several vintage syringes (henceforth referred to as SCP-7032-E1-E7) are filled with SCP-7032-A from the basin before being inserted into the circular ports on SCP-7032-C. All seven instances of SCP-7032-E must be checked to ensure they have pierced the Subject's skin. 4. SCP-7032 leaves the basin and moves to face Subject. The remaining SCP-7032-A within the basin can be bottled and stored for later use if collected before completion of the ritual. SCP-7032 uses its claws to pierce the skin of its wrists and induce bleeding. SCP-7032 lets its blood drip onto the Subject's head and body while reciting the incantation from Step-2. Blood should appear to travel along Subject's body before flowing into SCP-7032-C. Once all blood is contained within SCP-7032-C, the ritual is considered complete. For the next 13 days, SCP-7032-C will operate on its own, gradually injecting small amounts of SCP-7032-A into Subject. It is considered normal for Subject to experience unusually strong positive emotions during this process. Once this process is complete, SCP-7032-C will detach from the Subject on its own, allowing another ritual to be conducted. All personnel subjected to Procedure 3290-THALASSA are required to file daily reports on their physical and mental health for at minimum 365 days after completion of the ritual. Those experiencing symptoms of opiate addiction, Porphyria, and/or unusual attraction to SCP-7032 must contact site supervisors immediately. SCP-7032 is not considered responsible for activation of its hunting instincts related to any personnel intentionally abusing SCP-7032-A. - Close Footnotes 1. See Addendum 7032-1 2. See Details of Procedure 3166-IRVINE 3. European Medicinal Leech 4. Further testing suggests SCP-7032's sense of smell is far stronger than the average human, easily on par with a Bloodhound. 5. See Addendum 7032-3 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7032" by Jayenne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7032. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7033 | pending | AO-19377033 before Incident-AO-7033-01. Item #: AO-19377033 Special Containment Procedures: AO-19377033 is contained upside down within a soundproof containment locker. Personnel are advised to wear earplugs. Description: AO-19377033 is a toy school bus measuring 25 centimeters in length. Other than the lack of any branding, it is visually unremarkable. AO-19377033's primary anomaly is its ability to continuously produce music, more specifically, the instrumental to the American folk song The Wheels on the Bus by Verna Hills. All attempts to halt this ability have failed. AO-19377033 also possesses the following minor anomalous attributes: All wheels spinning simultaneously; The windshield wiper stickers animating on AO-19377033's windshield; The steering wheel continuously rotating; The sound of a vehicle horn and light emanating from the grill and head lamps respectively at random; The sound of an infant crying and loud shushing emanating from the object; this is the loudest sound AO-19377033 produces to date. AO-19377033 was discovered at a Toys "R" Us store in Indiana, United States after a handful of parents made several noise complaints to the manager. The object was found at the bottom of the bargain bin section. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics and AO-19377033 was collected. All information written above is scheduled to be updated pending the results of Incident-AO-19377033 Addendum-7033.3 Incident-AO-7033-01: On 07/26/1999, various anomalies identified on the Anomalous Item Catalogue were scheduled to be analyzed for a routine inspection. The inspection went as planned until AO-19377033 was involved. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/AO-19377033/Ommer/Incident ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ 07/26/1999 [BEGIN LOG] [The door opens, security guards Mike Laud and Bruce Ommer enters the room, the latter is pushing a cart filled halfway with anomalous items. Lauder looks from his clipboard to the wall of containment lockers. Ommer appears visibly strained.] Ommer: God, I knew we should've saved the microwave and the Boba tea for last. How can they be so heavy? Laud: That's for the eggheads to figure out. Can you keep it down? I still need to see— Ommer: Well, they should've figured it out already! We're guards, were supposed to guard stuff. This should be a job for the assistant researchers, they hardly do any work anyways— Laud: Bruce, shut your mouth. Please? I'm… ah, section number eighty-nine. Park it there. [Laud walks to a section of lockers and opens them. Laud begins handing the items to Ommer, who organizes them on the cart. Ommer sighs.] Ommer: My point still stands. Laud: You drew the short straw, Bruce. Ommer: Just because I went along with it, doesn't mean I agree with it. I mean… picking straws? Ha! Are we trying to safeguard humanity or playing spin the bottle? I mean, Jesus— Ow, ow! [Laud opens another locker and both guards immediately cover their ears. AO-19377033 is upside down, its wheels spin wildly, producing a loud noise.] Ommer: Aw, that thing again?! For the love— did you bring the plugs? Laud: What?! Ommer: The plugs! Did you bring them?! Laud: Hold on!… Here it is— oh… never mind! I forgot! Ommer: You had them yesterday! Laud: Well, I don't have them today! Ommer: C'mon! It's— will this thing shut up! This is— wait! Wait… [AO-19377033 lowers in volume. Ommer and Laud are able to speak normally. Ommer grabs the objects and scowls.] Ommer: Little yellow bastard. Nearly made me deaf. [Ommer tosses AO-19377033 into the cart; it lands on its wheels. The windshield stickers ceases movement. The object emits a quiet honk.] Ommer: Did we get them all? Laud: Do you really want me to answer that question? Ommer: [Whisper] Goddammit. Well, we're going to need another cart anyways. Maybe one of the guys left— [AO-19377033 plays its instrumental song at a moderate volume. Ommer clenches his right hand tightly, then massages his temples.] Ommer: Hey Mike. How much flak do you think I'll get if one of our cargo… 'accidentally' got damaged in transit? [AO-19377033's instrumental music suddenly stops. The object slowly turns and moves closer to the guards. They are not paying attention to AO-19377033.] Laud: Bruce, you know they don't approve the destruction of anomalous items. Ommer: They won't approve of it, that much. They just want it in the paperwork. Hell, I'm willing to bet they'll approve of that. Even they admit it's annoying. [AO-19377033 begins to vibrate on the cart. Its instrumental music begins to play again.] Laud: That is true… but still. Ommer: Mike, it sings that damn song all day long and cries like a snot-nosed toddler, that's it! What's it going to do for us? Nothing. What happens if it falls in the wrong hands? Also nothing? And what happens if it's tossed in trash? [Ommer rolls his eyes, smirking.] Ommer: Oh, that's right! Nothin— [AO-19377033 sharply increases its instrumental music's volume to the loudest to date. Laud and Ommer attempts to cover their ears, with the latter being startled, accidentally knocking the anomaly off the cart and stepping on it in the process.] [The instrumental music instantly stops. Ommer pauses and lifts up his foot; AO-19377033 is crushed and inanimate.] Ommer: For the record, I was joking. [END LOG] As Ommer unintentionally destroyed a minor anomalous item with an extremely low research priority, he was only given a warning. AO-19377033 was declared neutralized and was scheduled to be incinerated at a later date. Addendum-7033.1: In the following weeks, multiple personnel complained to human resources regarding to the behavior and actions taken by Ommer. Ommer not only disrupted the work of others, but was also accused of being unstable. Below are a partial series of incidents that support this claim. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/Ommer/Addendum/Claim ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ 07/31/1999 [BEGIN LOG] [Ommer is in the break room with three other guards, watching reruns of "The Sopranos." All the guards besides Ommer express shock at the episode.] Laud: Are you seeing this, Bruce?! Man, I never thought he'd strangle the guy. Ommer: It's a show about the mafia, Mikey. I'm surprised they don't tear the tongues out of their necks on a daily basis. Laud: Touché. But this is something else. Palmer: Yeah, it's brutal. Ommer: Please, compared to what we go through, this is our version of Sesame Street. I— [Ommer raises his head up and scans the room.] Ommer: You guys hear that? Trible: Hear what? [As the guards continue watching the television, Ommer's gaze falls upon a vent grate by the refrigerator. He slowly moves towards it and kneels. He squints before blinking rapidly, then shakes his head.] [He freezes, reaching into his pocket and pulls out a quarter. He attempts to unscrew the vent.] Laud: Bruce? Whatcha doing? [All three guards are looking at Ommer. Ommer bites his lip before pocketing the quarter.] Ommer: Found this under the fridge. Finder's keepers am I right? 08/07/1999 [BEGIN LOG] [Several Foundation personnel are in their cubicles, wrapping up their work when Ommer stomps into the middle of the room.] Ommer: Alright, which one of you did it? [Several Foundation personnel look away from their computers and towards Ommer. Ommer is visibly frustrated.] Ommer: No seriously, come forward and own it. I'm not in the mood! [Ommer's supervisor, Marlon Brooks, is reviewing documents on a clipboard when he notices him. Brooks approaches Ommer.] Brooks: Is something wrong, Ommer? Ommer: Yes. Someone's screwing me over! Brooks: Screw… over? Ommer: Someone logged on my computer and there's a bunch of kiddie crap on it! There's too much to delete and I know I didn't share my password with anyone else. Brooks: Hm… can you show me? [Ommer directs Brooks into his cubicle. The computer is on, and no browsers are present on the screen. Ommer takes a couple of steps forward in shock.] Ommer: No this… what? How— [Ommer inspects his computer, then his computer mouse. He brings it close to his face, then shakes his head again. Brooks is looking side to side, in visible bewilderment.] Ommer: I… I was here earlier and I swear someone messed with it. It was glitching and… this mouse was I think and… [Brooks remains bewildered, his mouth is slightly open. Ommer bites his lip again then nods slowly.] Ommer: Um… never mind, sir. It seems that the glitch… solved itself? Yes. It's all fixed now. Sorry for bothering you. [Brooks remains silent, then leaves the cubicle. Ommer curses to himself and slumps in his chair.] [END LOG] 08/15/1999 Foreword: This footage was taken from a civilian center near the Site. [BEGIN LOG] [Ommer, Laud, Palmer, and Trible exit the bar. All of whom except Ommer are slightly to moderately inebriated. The four of them laugh and stumble into the park when Ommer looks across the street.] [A school bus is parked by the sidewalk. The bus appears empty with the exception of the driver. The driver is male but all other details cannot be distinguished due to only their silhouette becoming visible.] [Ommer shakes violently. Laud asks what is wrong, Ommer replies that he is not feeling well and will see the group later. Ommer hastily waves goodbye as he power walks north out of the park. The school bus soon disengages its brakes and drives off north.] [END LOG] 08/20/1999 Foreword: Below is a witness account from Mike Laud. Sorry for coming out with this stuff out of the blue, but I didn't know who to talk to. It concerns Bruce. No, he didn't do anything to me, it's just… I don't think he's… not in a good spot right now? Well… alright, hear me out, this literally just happened so bear with me here. So just before my shift ended I went to the restrooms to do my business. At that point, I saw Bruce barge in and locked himself in the stall next to me. I heard him groaning and huffing, at first I thought he was really straining, but then I realized he didn't touch the toilet seat. Next thing I know he's banging at the walls and shouting and… I think he almost cried at one point? Then he starts muttering to himself. It was hard to hear but I think he was chanting something… a mantra? Then he got up to wash his face and left. Guess he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh? 08/30/1999 [BEGIN LOG] Brooks: —And I want to thank the maintenance team for their hard work on the third-floor bathrooms. I know how unpleasant that was, and I wanted to say… you did a very good job. [Brooks is giving out a speech in the assembly hall. Most personnel appear bored or not paying attention. Ommer is shaking his seat and frequently scanning his surroundings. He stops his gaze when he looks to the ceiling racks above and gasps. Ommer raises his hand] Brooks: Now, before we continue… yes, Bruce? Ommer: I need to make an announcement. Like right now. Brooks: …Okay? [Ommer quickly gets on stage and takes the microphone from Brooks. He takes a deep breath, then clears his throat.] Ommer: THE WHEELS ON THE BUS ON THE BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND! ROUND AND ROUND! [Personnel in the room become alert and stare at Ommer. Brooks' jaw drops, and becomes distracted to the point he forgets to breathe.] Ommer: THE WIPERS ON THE BUS GO SWISH SWISH SWISH! SWISH SWISH SWISH. [A couple of guards make their way to the stage but Brooks stops them by holding his hand up. Ommer looks up again and becomes visibly frightened. A dark stain begins to spread on his pants.] Ommer: God fu— DRIVERONTHEBACKMOVEONBACKMOVEONBACK! PEOPLEONTHEBUSGOUPANDDOWNUPANDOWNUPANDDOWN- [Ommer sings so fast, none of the lyrics are decipherable; he is hyperventilating and displays signs of a massive panic attack. After the songs concludes he closes his eyes and looks to the ceiling and calms down.] [Ommer looks to the crowd; most personnel are displaying varying levels of surprise and shock. The rest fail to resist smiling or laughing.] [Ommer is overwhelmed by stress and vomits onstage.] [END LOG] After the latest incident, Ommer was detained. Due to the belief that his psychological impairments were a result of excessive stress, and his being a valued member of personnel, Ommer was detained in a holding cell until a full-fledged psychiatric analysis was conducted. Addendum-7033.2: On 08/31/1999, Ommer was discovered to be absent from his cell. The Site was searched thoroughly, and although he wasn't present in the facility, official documentation permitting him to leave was found and had the Site Director's signature on it.1 Foundation agents searched Ommer's residence but were unable to locate him. A journal and camcorder was recovered during the investigation. The journal was located on top of his bed. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/Ommer/Journal/Video ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Hello there, I have a diary now. Long story short, Brook forced me into the 'write about your feelings and talk about it club.' Don't ask. So yeah, another chore I have to deal with until the end of the year. Yay. Never mind. This book may be useful after all. We recently gotten a new object today and it's annoying. For god's sake I thought it was a cat dying to get it on with a Speak N Spell or something. I asked it to be transferred but they give me the same bullshit: "ThInK oF tHe ScIeNcE!" "tHeRe'S sO mUcH wE dOn'T kNoW aBoUt It!" "My WiFe ToOk ThE KiDs AnD tHiS iS tHe OnLy WaY i CaN gEt My RoCks OfF!" Blah blah blah. Do I have to fix the problem myself? For the love of god, I was joking! Long story short, I kind of stepped on it and it's trash now. Got some flak for it but at least they didn't fine me. Okay now I feel like crap, I'm getting the shivers here and there and my ears occasionally ring. It's annoying. That or we have a rat in the Site. Again. Yep, I'm definitely hallucinating. I told Brooks about the squeaking but he doesn't seem to care2. So what, do I just wait it out or go to a hospital? I forgot what exactly you're supposed to do in the hand book… I think. It's manageable, but I keep getting these yellowish blurs in the corner of my eye. It's annoying. Someone's screwing with me. I was back from break when there was a bunch of kiddie crap on my computer from this website called YouTube3 I think? I don't know, all I remember is that a bunch of them had a smiling watermelon on it. It was gone when I tried to show Brooks. Maybe it's a prank? YOU ARE MINE [Several smudges in the form of black lines are present on the bottom of the page.] Fuck. Now it's haunting me! I told the Site. What's taking so damn long?!4 Is it only me? Now that I think about it… things have been getting a bit quieter than usual. I'm screwed am I? Jackpot! I found out singing makes it stops bothering me for a little bit. It's not permanent, but it's better than nothing. I think I could make this work. I can't, I really can't. The more it comes out, the louder I have to sing… in public. It's mocking me. I need to hide for a while? Maybe at another Site. Just gotta do this seminar and then I can come up with an actual solution. 08/31/1999 [BEGIN LOG] [The footage takes place in Ommer's bedroom. He is packing a suitcase with spare clothes and other amenities. It is midnight. He appears agitated and is muttering to himself.] Ommer: How much food and water… which site? 19? Maybe 15. No 19, it's bigger and it's the safest. I need scans too… Makes me an ass in front of everyone?! I need— [A faint squeaking noise can be heard outside the room. Ommer snaps his head up and grabs the camcorder. He unholsters his firearm and enters the hallway. He scans left and right; the hallway is completely empty.] [Ommer relaxes and lowers his firearm when a beam of light shines on his legs. An anomalous object resembling a heavily damaged toy bus rams into Ommer's shin, causing moderate pain and discomfort. The anomaly continually rams into Ommer.] Ommer: I had enough of your shit! [Ommer kicks the object across the hall. The anomaly disappears into the darkness as a loud crashing sound is heard. Ommer uses his cell phone.] Ommer: Come on, pick up, pick up! Hello? Hello!? Operator: Hello, you reached the Foundation Emergency Help Line. How may I assist you today— Ommer: Buddy, listen, I don't have much time! My name is Bruce Ommer, I work as a security guard and I live at █████ ██████████ ███. My ID's on file. I need an escort asap to a Site, preferable one that's fortified to all hell. Operator: Sure thing, Mr. Ommer. What seems to the be the issue? Ommer: I'm being followed around by an anomaly. It's a… well… can you just send someone over now!? I need some help over here! Operator: No need to fret, Mr. Ommer… your lift has already arrived. Ommer: …What? [A large beam of light shines on Ommer. He slowly turns around. A large school bus emerges from the darkness. Various dents and cracks are visible on its surface.] [Ommer gasps and the phone slips from his grip.] Operator: The wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round. [The bus moves forward slowly.] Operator: The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish. Swish, swish, swish. [The wipers in the bus activates.] Operator: The driver on the bus goes— [Ommer fires three shots at the bus, the windshield is damaged.] [The operator laughs. The headlights on the bus turn bright red.] [Ommer screams and runs in the other direction. Loud honking and tire screeching is heard behind him. Ommer sprints hastily, scrambling to sprint through the corridors.] Ommer: Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, shit shit shit! God, god, god, god—fuck! [Just as the lights intensive behind him, Ommer enters the garage and locks the door. He gets into his car and starts the engine. The engine sputters.] Ommer: Oh no, no! Don't you dare do this to me! [A loud bang is heard. The door is becomes slightly dented and the area of the wall around it becomes cracked. The engine starts. Ommer becomes ecstatic. The door and wall dents and cracks further respectively. Ommer activates the garage opener; the door doesn't activate.] Ommer: Huh?! [Ommer opens the back of the garage opener. The batteries are missing. The door is rammed off its hinges.] Ommer: Fuck it! [Ommer slams on the pedal and rams through the garage door. The car skids as it exits the neighborhood. After some time, Ommer reaches the toll road and looks at the rearview mirror. He chuckles.] Ommer: Fuck you. [Ommer turns on the car radio. The instrumental to The Wheels on the Bus plays.] Ommer: Fuck me. [Loud honking is heard as Ommer's car abruptly lurches forward, followed by the activation of headlights from behind. Ommer tries to drive away but is continually rammed by the bus. As Ommer travels up the switchback road, Ommer's car is knocked off course and crashes in the side of the mountain.] [The footage momentarily glitches before resuming with Ommer hanging upside down in his seat. Ommer unbuckles himself and falls to the floor in pain. He then grabs the camcorder and exits the vehicle.] [Ommer looks to his left; the bus slowly approaches him as the sounds of crickets play in the background. Ommer looks to his left and sees a large tree branch close to the guard rail. The bus honks continuously and its quickly gains speed.] [Ommer yelps as he climbs onto the tree branch, just missing the bus. Ommer continues to move forward until he reaches the trunk and holds onto it tightly. He looks behind himself and sees the bus positioned forward towards it. The bus remains stationary before driving up the road.] [After a moment of silence, Ommer laughs to himself, nearly crying in the process. He takes in several deep breaths but stops when the crickets vocalize themselves to the tune of "The Wheels on the Bus". Ommer whimpers before a loud honk is heard from above.] Ommer: …No. [Ommer looks up. The bus is positioned forward on a section of road above the tree. Ommer shakes his head frantically several times. The bus lightly bounces the frontside of itself several times before reversing back and ramming through the guard rail. The bus rapidly freefalls towards Ommer's direction.] [Ommer screams as the screen is blinded by light. The footage abruptly ends.] [END LOG] Addendum-7033.3: Unlike what was depicted in the footage, Ommer's residence did not appear to suffer any form of damage with the exception of the garage door. The camcorder was recovered near a toll road, next to a tree that had recently fallen over. Underneath the tree was an anomalous item nearly identical in appearance to AO-193770335 with the exception of three holes being present on its windshield and its front-left tire being damaged. This new object emitted similar sounds to AO-19377033 with the addition of a new sound; instead of an infant crying, it now emits the sound of a adult male voice whimpering alongside a series of shushes in an excited tone. SCP-7033's object class was changed from neutralized to pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "AO-19377033" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7033. Licensed under CC-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. The Site Director confirmed they did not sign the document. 2. Brooks has no knowledge of this event. 3. No mention of this 'YouTube' was found on the internet. 4. No one at the Site has memory of this event occurring. 5. It should be noted that the original instance of AO-19377033 was never incinerated, as the trash bag it was stored was reported missing. |
SCP-7034 | keter | by J Dune SCP-7034 - TBA Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7034 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Notice: SCP-7034’s description is solely sourced from the account of Senior Researcher Richard Battaglia. The file will be updated accordingly upon Foundation access to SCP-7034. Interstate Highway I-85 Special Containment Procedures: The exit ramp purportedly leading to SCP-7034 has been temporarily barred from public access for Foundation assessment. Further action is pending discovery of a conclusive entrance to SCP-7034, or lack thereof. The Foundation is conducting an ongoing appraisal of the United States Interstate Highway System in an attempt to discern potential access points to SCP-7034. If necessary, efforts may expand to be global in scope. Information regarding missing persons cases related to the United States Interstate Highway System is to be suppressed. Description: SCP-7034 is an extradimensional space of indeterminate length, unverified composition, and unknown features. According to the sole account of SCP-7034, the space resembles a controlled-access interstate highway. It contains a single stretch of paved road, featuring eight lanes cordoned by guard-rails on each side. Other features, including those present beyond the guard railing, are indiscernible due to a heavy smog that lays over the area. Electronic signals, such as cellular service or internet access, are apparently impeded inside SCP-7034. SCP-7034 is highly congested with traffic, with all lanes occupied by vehicles of various make and model. The length of this congestion, including its end point, is unknown. Attempts to identify these vehicles via license plate numbers have been met with varying degrees of success. A number of automobiles align with missing persons reports, though some are geographically disparate from the supposed access point to SCP-7034. The means by which SCP-7034 can be accessed remain unclear. The Foundation became aware of SCP-7034 following the disappearance of Senior Researcher Richard Battaglia, who entered SCP-7034 after emerging from a tunnel while commuting on interstate highway I-85 on December 3rd, 2022. Battaglia established contact with the Foundation several hours into the congestion, suspecting that he was experiencing an anomaly. Addendum.7034.1: Received Transmissions The following are transcripts of recordings sent from Richard Battaglia to the Foundation via an emergency-use one-way communicator, a paratechnical device issued to select personnel in the event that traditional communication is impossible. Test? Okay, we’re green. This is Senior Researcher Richard Battaglia, Area-179, Department of Containment. Don’t know who at the mothership is going to be receiving this, but the emergency kit paid off. None of you can make fun of me for lugging it around anymore, okay? (Laughs) If this is just an ordinary traffic jam, uh, just disregard. You can take all the piss you want once I get back. Not sure where I am. I’m on my way home to Gainesville for Christmas and it’s been awhile since I was on these roads. Uh, about… I want to say, an hour past state lines, I got out of a tunnel on I-85, and rolled up to a detour like normal, thinking “Shit, of course.” But I’ve been stuck in traffic for… it’s got to be ten hours now. Hard to tell with the fog. We’re moving forward, but barely. Phone doesn’t work. Pissed in a bottle twice already. I’m about half a tank full, so I should be good there, but– (A truck horn is heard in the distance.) Again, Dr. Richard Battaglia, Department of Containment. I came off exit 242 on I-85. I'll keep in touch. Six in the morning. Still as dark as it was at midnight. Fog’s not lifting, either. I tried to– (Coughing) Shit. I tried to roll the window down but there’s this fucking awful smell. Don’t know if it’s exhaust or what. Christ. (Battaglia slaps his chest, coughing more.) I fell asleep a little, but the row ahead moved forward, like, an inch, so this knucklehead behind me just laid on the fucking horn. (Pause) Cars are just building up, you can see it in the rearview. Exit 242, I-85. Send someone. Ten o’clock. The sky– not even exaggerating– the sky is still fucking black. I thought it was night at first, but– (Battaglia groans in frustration) I should be hugging my kid now, you know. Had a whole… a whole surprise day planned out for him since daddy was finally coming home from work. And I know she’s been getting him excited for it, too. (Sighs) What a fucking joke. … I’m tired. Everyone here has to be. Staying awake with an energy drink and some old nu-metal CDs I haven’t listened to since college. Yeah, I busted out the CDs. I’m trying to squeeze my way onto the shoulder, but I don’t think there is one. Just a far lane that’s as packed as the others. (Sounds of horns are heard. Battaglia drums his fingers on the wheel to the beat of muted music coming from his vehicle’s sound system..) This guy just got rear-ended, uh, just now. Must have fallen asleep or something. Jesus. He’s moving forward now, but wow. Wow. Should be fine for another few hours, I think. I’ve stayed up longer, and this caffeine’s putting work in. Other than that… same old, same old. Kiddo’s probably up and asking what the surprise is. If I had to guess, Bree’s called me at least a hundred times. (Trailing) My legs are fucking killing me, man. (Coughing) Christ, are you fucking kidding me? I can’t even step out of the goddamned car. Exhaust. Fumes. It's everywhere. I mean, take one breath and the tears start welling while your lungs feel like they’re seconds away from popping. Soon as I opened the door, just barely, so I didn’t hit the car next to me, these fucks behind me flipped their lids. Honking, throwing their hands up, waving me back. (Battaglia punches the wheel, groaning in anger.) How the fuck is this fair? I mean, on my way home. On my break. After a year of… nothing but paperwork and bullshit, I can’t even spend time with my fucking family! (Stuttering) A–And to be stuck like this without, you know, food or water, or anything– I-I just don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do. I don’t have field experience. I’m not a soldier. I can’t even fucking turn back if I wanted to, there’s no room. There’s– there’s people all around me and they can’t get out either, and– (Hyperventilating) (Battaglia’s breathing becomes labored. His exclamations are cut short.) Sorry about… what I think I sent last night. I forget what I said. But it’s been two days now. On the dot. I’m living off a sip of water every six hours, no clue what anyone else is doing to fuel themselves. Haven’t slept more than an hour before someone lays on the horn. It's all they seem to care about. Just moving forward. (Sighs) The part of this that really fucks me up, is that if we *all* stepped out, we’d be able to communicate with one another and… and maybe figure something out. I don’t know. I’ve never talked to people. Organized things. I thought by now… you’d think someone would have fucking done something, right? Going to see if I can talk to the driver next to me. (Sounds of a window rolling down are heard. For the next ten minutes, wind, horns, and engines are heard above the sound of Battaglia speaking to another individual. The audio is largely irrelevant or indiscernible. The window rolls up.) Don’t know if you got that. Been shouting through the windows the past few hours. Rolling them up and down every few minutes to offset the smog. Guy next to me is named Micheal, older guy. Got here off a different highway entirely, I-70. I'll get you his plate, hold on. So, we’re planning something. I’m in the lane furthest to the right. If I was able to talk to him, he could talk to the driver next to him, and so on. Eventually, we’ll have an entire row of cars that are willing to get out of their cars, right? And maybe if we all stop, the lane behind us will too. (Pause) Or they won’t, and they’ll run us down the second the doors open. Worst case scenario? I have a gun. (Exhales) I just need this to work. I’m starving, I’m… fucking scared. Bree’s probably losing her mind over this. Yeah, it’s not like you would fucking tell her what’s happening, would you? We just need this to work. So… Micheal got through to the person next to him. And they’re getting through to the car on their left. We might be able to pull this off. If this is my last message, I’m either a pile of guts on the road or I died of a pulled muscle after sitting in my car for so fucking long. But it won’t be, because we’re getting out of here. (Laughs) Wow, that went better than I expected. I’m laying down in the backseat right now. Fucking finally. Let me, uh… I’m figuring out where to start. (Coughs) I hopped out of the car as soon as we stopped, gun in my pocket. Immediately the idiot behind me slammed on the horn, but they cut that out when they saw Micheal open his door too, and the woman next to him, and the one next to her. And then eventually, everyone in our row was standing in the road. The fumes choked the hell out of us, and… it’s fucking scorching out there, too, but no one got back in. Then that row behind us funneled out. Ordinary people, each of them just as scared and tired and unwashed as the rest of us. That was… a major relief, honestly. I was half expecting monsters or something. (Laughs) We weren’t able to stay out in the open for more than ten minutes. Some folded in less. The air’s too much. But we did organize a plan. People who wanted to move forward, they did so. Kept driving. The rest of us set up our cars in a sort of barricade along the road, leaving only the middle lane open for people to pass through. Such a fucking relief to be able to turn the car off and lay down in the back seat. And… that’s it. There’s no long term plan. I mean, there can’t be. We’ve secured some supplies from tractor trailers who’ve come by. Warm water and soda. But we’re screwed when it comes to anything else. Without refrigeration or electricity, we’ll last a few days, at most. The air outside is a problem, but I’m struggling to think of a solution. We either suffocate in a cramped car, or choke on exhaust. Problem for tomorrow. (Battaglia’s voice echos. Others are heard speaking in the background.) Slept for the first time in days. I mean, I really slept. An eighteen-wheeler joined up, and I’m recording this while sweating my ass off in the back. Somehow, it’s still cooler here than it is out there. We have a big enough space for a group to talk, at least for a bit. There’s no consensus on what's happening here. Some say it’s purgatory. Others aren’t convinced it's supernatural. One woman thinks it's a dream. I’m… I’m trying my hardest to tell everyone to keep their heads up, that help is coming, but it's been four days now, and I don’t know if it is. I know these are going through, but I'm assuming you haven’t found a way in yet. Or if you have, you’re too far back in that fucking jam to reach me. I’m going to try and keep our group together, so if you’re there, you’ll know where to find me. (Coughing) We made a pulley system from a tow truck. See, over the guard rails, there’s just a bunch of fog, but… who knows what’s through it. Fuck, my chest. It’s worth a shot, right? Boilerplate final message, you know the deal. I’ll be fine. Gotta get used to these fumes. Masks help, actually. A real COVID freak was stocked up on boxes in the back of her car. Makes it a little more tolerable. Once we get out of this, I’m living in the shower for the next month. (Shuffling sounds) Hey. Late message, I know. Was busy today. Got lowered over the railing. There was about three hundred feet of rope– still couldn’t see the bottom. Just fog, and a smell that got worse the lower you went. Hotter, too. I puked three… four times. I wanted to unhook myself, honestly. Just fall into the mist and see where I ended up, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I still want to get out of here, man. I love you– I mean. Fuck. (Voice weakens) I love my family. I’m going to see them again. I know I will. But if I don’t move forward, get back on the road, I’m going to die. We’re fucking starving. We have some water, but… we’re wasting our time in one place. Have to move forward. Have to. (Battaglia sobs for an extended duration before collecting himself.) When they pulled me up, and I told them… I told them there was nothing down there, I could see the same realization settling in on their faces. (Pause) Some were still optimistic, sure. The number of incoming cars had slowed down to the point where you could feasibly ride along the far lane without issue. According to my car, I drove just under 190 miles in two days, in completely stagnated traffic. With a clear road, I could do that in a few hours. Maybe there was a way out, the way we came in. I took someone’s motorcycle, and just set off. I rode for hours, but… you can’t recognize anything in here. No landmarks, no markings. Just a road that stretched on, forever. No matter how far I got, I was… here. But even with a helmet and a mask, the smog was too much. Had to stop and lay down twice. Could have gotten killed. Nothing had to be said when I got back to the group. Some came out of their cars. Most just stared at me through the windows. They all wore those same tired, helpless faces, only this time, even under the masks, there wasn’t a shred of hope left on any of them. People are starting to leave. Wondering whether or not I should follow. Had a meeting in the rig, decided it was for the best. We can cooperate all we’d like, but we’re wasting time we could be using to move forward. It’s not like we’re not in our cars most of the day anyways. God knows how much shit I inhaled yesterday. There’s what lays ahead, and whatever sits at the end of it, even if it's nothing. I could stay here and starve. I could hurl myself over the edge of the railing, too. I’m doing this for you, Shaun. Bree. I love you. I’m going to see you again. (Battaglia is engaged in conversation with another individual, presumably ‘Micheal’. He does not appear to initially notice that the device is recording.) Battaglia: His birthday is the week after Christmas, so. Micheal: Oh, so you get to skimp on the gifts? (They both laugh.) Battaglia: I always promised my wife I’d never do that. My brother was a December baby, I totally understood. Micheal: Yeah. (Pause) God, you wonder how some of these other folks are doing it? The people who didn’t stop, where are they getting their water? Battaglia: Maybe there’s a rest-stop. Little taco-bell or something. (Micheal laughs.) Battaglia: Um, honestly, if they didn’t do something similar to what we did, just to refuel, then they probably didn’t make it. We’ll see, I guess. Micheal: Yes, we will. At least the traffic cleared up. Battaglia: For now, yeah. That was the worst, man. When I was out there I kept telling myself that the next time I’d fall asleep it’d be in my own bed, right next to my wife. (Micheal sighs.) Battaglia: Hey, watch those sips. We only have a case back there. (Battaglia takes notice of the recorder, and shuts it off.) Hey, I’m… finally on the road again. It came down to four of us in the group. Micheal, myself, and two sisters, college girls. We’re all riding together. Not in the same car, you know, but… we’re around. Easier in case something happens. Like if this piece of shit car dies. The road’s clear. No traffic. Still black as hell, but we’re covering ground. We did over… 400 miles today. There’s so many cars parked on the sides. I don’t know if they did something similar to what we did or— or they’re dead, but if they didn’t have water, then… I don’t know what we’re going to find. I’m not… remotely prepared for bodies, and death, and all of that. I never saw a man die in my twenty years at the Foundation. That’s got to be a record. But all we can do is move forward. There has to be an end. I can’t just… I’m going to hold out for as long as I can. Things are getting worse. Saw a car in the middle of the lane, the driver was slumped over the wheel, laying on the horn. That’s someone who’s never going home. Whose family and friends are– they’re going to be wondering where he is. What the last thing he said to them was. (Voice weakens.) I miss you. I love you. Running out of gas. Going to have to hop into Micheal’s car, or the girls. Or… I don’t know. At night, there’s cars parked along the side, and… No, I’m– I’m not going to do that. We scavenged some food today, believe it or not. Someone blew the tires out on a tractor trailer marked as a supermarket distribution truck. Whole thing was on its side in the middle of the road. Half of the food was gone, and most of it was rotting, but… it’s something. Didn’t look for the driver. I am not fucking equipped to handle this shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. One of the girls– the sisters, uh, Euliana. She killed herself while we were sleeping. I was watching the cars, she just ran out of the fucking… out of the car and jumped off the side. And I fucking watched her. By the time I tried to move she was over the edge. And her sister’s a wreck now. Micheal’s with her. But she just did it. We’re… goddamnit. Who cares? Who even cares? (Battaglia cries for the duration of the recording.) I love you. Good night. Out of fuel. With Micheal now. Valentina is behind us, her car’s still running. Poor girl. Yeah, I fucking told Micheal what I’m doing. Who– Who cares? Amnesticize him when we make it out. I don’t give a shit anymore. Terrain’s getting worse. More crashes, some bodies. Bodies… Uh… (Trails) Saw some fuck with a flat tire stuck in the middle of the lane. I think he was part of our group from a few days back. Tried to flag us down, but he’s more weight. We’re already hurting for fuel. It’s not like we couldn’t have helped him. Micheal has a spare in the back. We have to move it from view when we get a chance– saw someone get raided the other night for theirs. We have problems of my own, like this fucking engine. Keeps fucking sputtering, and my knees are practically cooking from the heat. He fired a shot at us– some bastard firing behind his car. Sounded like a rifle, but I don’t know. I took out one of their tires. Didn’t fuck with me after that. There’s easier targets to hold up than the guy who can fire back. Unless they have a spare, or take one from someone who does, they’re screwed, but that’s how it is here. I feel like scum. I don’t even regret what I did. That’s why. Hold on, I have to focus. Smog’s getting thicker. Micheal’s out, yeah. We’re just driving in shifts instead of parking to sleep. Can’t waste time. I love you. I miss you. (Yelling) Shit! We’re out of gas. Don’t know where Valentina is. I– I guess we just lost track of her. She was behind us a few hours ago, I… It’s so hard to see with the fumes. Food’s all bad too. I don’t know what we’re going to do. There’s never a car too far away, but… goddamnit. I don’t want to fucking do this, man. Got fuel. I don’t care. They would have done the same to us. I didn’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t hurt anyone. Just happened to be the guy with the gun. It’ll get me another couple hundred miles, as long as I don’t hit that congestion again. I think Micheal wants to ditch me. He’d be a fucking idiot if he tried to pull anything when I’m the one with the gun. I don’t even close my eyes around him anymore. I don’t fucking trust him anymore. That’s reasonable, right? It has to be over a week and… no, two weeks. That means… I missed Christmas, yeah. I’m sorry, buddy. Daddy’s sorry. I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. When I get out of here, I’m done. I’ve made enough money. I’m taking my package early and I’ll spend the rest of my life with you. I promise, I promise. I’m– I’m not going to let you down ever again. Please, God, please, just let me out of this. Ple— God, Let me out. It’s dead. Figuring something out. Had to drop Micheal’s car. Looking out— looking out for me now. For myself. There was a car right across from me. Smashed the window open and threw out the bodies. SUV with a family of five, all dead, half a tank left. Just horrible. There’s corpses on the road. Bodies– track-covered, tarred, bloodied bodies all around. God, no, that’s not me. That’s not going to be me. Some of the cars are just covered in the stuff. There was a… a head in the grill of a pickup truck, just stuck there. I’m so fucking thirsty. Water— Water all around me but I'm not— I wouldn't do that. It’s getting harder to drive straight. Too much shit on the road. I think I ran someone over, I don’t know. Don’t know. Not thinking about it. There isn’t traffic anymore. There’s no room for it. Just burning wrecks and bodies. Sometimes I pass people. I figured… I– Sometimes they’re eating the bodies. They can die back there, but not me. I’m getting out of this. I love you so much. I’m getting further than anyone else because I love you. Gonna make it up to you. There’s a massive pile of… waste in the way. Cars. Wreckage. Bodies. Lots of bodies. Dozens of them. It’s burning. I don’t know what happened, but I can’t even see the top. Fuck. I’m going to have to climb over. Get out of the car and see what’s ahead. Fuck. (Coughing) Fuck. Fuck! Fucking awful. Got to the top and (Coughing) Shit! I passed out on the wreckage. Cut myself so many fucking times I can feel the grease in my wounds. (Exhaling) … I got over it. (Coughing) There’s no cars ahead. Nothing. They couldn’t get past the pile. The fires burn through the smog. Had to get in another car, had to… I’m in a car again. Every second I’m just thinking of getting home. Of coming out alive. I should be dead by now, but I’m not. That means something to me. I’m going to fucking pass out. There were cars on my left. I don’t know where they came from. Uh, god. What happened was… the one on my left came to a stop. The driver stepped out. Guess he was… just fucking weak. All of a sudden, this tractor trailer comes barreling out of nowhere. No horn, nothing. Ran him right over. Gut-splattered wheels. He just killed him. And if they ever do that to me, I-I’m going to kill them too. Some fuck just tried to run me off the road. Didn’t let them do it. I don’t care who it was. It feels like it’s just me out here. Me and the bodies. There’s some sort of… (Laughs) There’s an incline. In the distance. It’s going up, up. That has to be it. Through the clouds. (Laughing) My fucking god, it’s something! I’m making it out! I’m not… holy shit. (The engine of Battaglia’s vehicle is heard roaring.) Full speed. Racing up this hill for an hour now. Fuck you all. I’ll be home soon. I know I deserve this. Thank god, I know I deserve this. (Laughing) I’m in the fucking clouds now, it just keeps going higher and higher. The smog’s clearing. Less black, more gray. This is it. This is it! Road’s evening out, sky’s clearer. I’m coming up to— wait, that’s another car. What the fuck? (The sounds of engines and horns are heard, louder than before.) The lanes are thinning. There was… well, it’s thinning into a single lane now. But there’s cars ahead of me. I can fucking see them now. Fuck, fuck, no. No, I’m not doing this again. How the hell did they get this far? Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! Road’s— the road’s so thin. I can’t even open my door, the railings there. This is the end, right? This is it. This is it. (Battaglia begins hyperventilating.) No. No. No. No. (Battaglia sobs and screams for over twenty minutes. The sound of banging is heard. Battaglia screams, repeatedly punching the window of his car until it shatters. Transcript cut for brevity.) No transmission was received for eighteen hours, the longest gap between correspondences. (Periodic banging sounds are heard between the cacophony of machine-like grinding.) Hello? Have to speak up. Okay, good. Still good. This is… Senior Researcher, Richard Battaglia. Area-179, Department of Containment. I’ve processed that this is– is going to be my last message. The smog cleared up a few hours ago and… I can see ahead of me now. There’s a tunnel… at the end of the road. One massive, gaping tunnel, sitting up here in the clouds. Looks man-made, but… I know it can’t be. Inside is pitch black, can’t make any details out. There’s these… bursts of fumes come from the inside. And the lane— the only lane– Fuck! (Another banging noise is heard) We’re funneling into it. My car gave out. I’m sure you can hear that noise– it’s me getting pushed by whoever’s behind me. Just… a slow approach into whatever the hell’s in that tunnel. I already had my breakdown. Punched the shit out of my window, broke my hand, I think. I’ve just…accepted it now. That’s either my way out, or it’s over. I can’t fully shake the hope, but it’s— god, it sucks. What was it all for? What was any of that effort for? Article 32.F of the Foundation employee’s rights policy. In the event of certain death while in the field, Foundation personnel may request that their kin be made aware of the details of their passing. I don’t want her to hear all of this. But I have enough time to– (Battaglia’s car is shunted forward.) Fuck. Shaun, I’m sorry that daddy couldn’t be there for you. No excuses. I should have got out of this the second you came into my life. I– I won’t ever see your graduation… your first day of first grade, or your face when– (Battaglia chokes) when you see your sister for the first time. I won’t be there to watch either of you grow up. And that’s my fault. I love you. You– You can hate me. I understand. Bree… I knew. I always knew. Just promise me that whoever you bring around when I’m gone loves you. Treats the kids right. You know that though. Uh… I love you. I never stopped loving you. If I come out the other side, I want this burned. (Another bang. The echo of engines and horns becomes louder, drowning out the audio.) Going in now. Further communication was not received until 12/17/2022, a week following Battaglia’s last message. These final transmissions, twenty in total, were unable to be transcribed, as all consisted of feedback, heavy distortion, the sound of horns, and screaming. A total of 83,000 unexplained disappearances have been linked to the United States Interstate Highway system. A is for "Annihilation" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub B is for "Blood-Borne" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7034" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7034. Licensed under CC-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: Crews Adjust Median To Allow for Future Traffic Shifts Filename: Authors: NCDOTcommunications License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
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padding: 2vw; } Item#: 7035 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: tiamat Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7035 is self-contained in Nx-84, where it resides. Site-43, under the supervision of PENTAGRAM, is to remotely monitor Nx-84 via aerial reconnaissance. PENTAGRAM, as well as Foundation and UIU personnel, are prohibited from operating in Nx-84. Following Nx-84's expansion to its current size, Agent-7993 has been deployed to remove any interest or attachment to the former United States East Coast to prevent any civilian attempts to explore Nx-84 or SCP-7035-2. Site-43 is to remain the main supervisory site for SCP-7035, despite recent events, due to it remaining the next nearest site, with Site-55, Site-28, Site-83, Site-98, Site-322, and Area-179 having been destroyed and Site-184 not possessing the required facilities for the oversight of SCP-7035. Description: SCP-7035 is a nineteen-year-old human female that is capable of opening Extrauniversal Selective Ways.Ways capable of transporting entrants with specific traits between universes. One of the rarest and most difficult to recreate ways. on mirrors. Ways created by SCP-7035 lead to SCP-7035-2, a universe that has significantly diverged from the baseline (>10°). SCP-7035 can only create Ways on surfaces that exist in the exact location.In relation to Earth in SCP-7035-2 as in the Baseline Universe. SCP-7035 is only capable of maintaining one way at a time, designated as SCP-7035-A. All objects and living beings tested so far have been able to pass through SCP-7035-A with the exception of SCP-7035. Addendum June/1976: + Interview|06/24/1976 - Close Interviewed: SCP-7035 Interviewer: Field Agent Burke Foreword: SCP-7035 was discovered by the USCGC Fir during routine inspection and maintenance of Lighthouses in the Boston Area. The following is a transcript of a conversation between James Burke, a Foundation plant working as a Boatswain's Mate on the Fir and SCP-7035. <Begin Log> Field Agent Burke: Hey, how are you holding up? It was pretty cold out there before we found you. SCP-7035: I'm fine. Field Agent Burke: You sure? How'd you end up all alone out there anyways? SCP-7035: I'm not supposed to talk about it. Can I get another drink? Field Agent Burke: Sure, I'll go grab one. Field Agent Burke leaves the room to get another drink for SCP-7035. As he is gone SCP-7035 can be heard sniffling. Field Agent Burke: Alright, I got one for you and one for me. SCP-7035: Thanks. Field Agent Burke: Are you sure you're doing okay? SCP-7035: I'm…lost. I've been lost before, but not like this. I'm lost and nothing is the same here, everything is destroyed. Field Agent Burke: Yeah, I'm not used to it either. SCP-7035: No, you don't understand. It's not that I'm not used to it. I'm not supposed to be here. Field Agent Burke: Are you talking about your home? We're trying to help you get there, but first, we need to get somewhere safe. SCP-7035: I don't live in this world. I'm trapped in this world and I can't go back, I don't know why. Field Agent Burke: Ah. That's…are you sure you're okay? I think the cold might be getting to you. SCP-7035: I said I was fine! Can't you understand? I don't belong here. I come from a different world, a world that used to be the same as this place. Before something changed in your world. I'm only here because my stupid powers stopped working. Field Agent Burke: Powers? SCP-7035: Yeah, I don't like calling them that but it's the best description I have. I can open portals on mirrors, but only specific ones. I think it only works on mirrors that exist in both my world and yours. I called yours, the world we're in right now, the mirror world. And now it won't let me back into my world, for some reason. Field Agent Burke: And you said your world used to be the same as this one? SCP-7035: Yes. Until everything in your world got destroyed. I stopped using my portals after that because there wasn't anything or anyone to visit anymore. I didn't like seeing Wonder World like that. The air alone would make me feel sick. Field Agent Burke: Wonder World? We found you in Boston. SCP-7035: Where I'm from is called Wonder World. It's a magical city, hidden in Boston from most people. When I came here and realized my portals wouldn't let me back I left to find help, where I found you guys at the lighthouse. Field Agent Burke: Could anyone else from Wonder World open portals? SCP-7035: I don't know, but I never found anyone else that could and I never told anyone about my powers. Field Agent Burke: How many people lived in Wonder World? SCP-7035: Thousands. It was a great place, I wish more could experience the joy of living there but there were groups that wouldn't allow that. I hope I can fix my portals and get back soon. I miss my family. My friends. Everyone. Field Agent Burke: We'll try our best to help you. For now though, unfortunately, We'll have to bring you to a secure facility where some people are going to talk to you. It's not every day we find people out here and they're making sure you aren't a threat. SCP-7035: Why can't you just help me go home? Field Agent Burke: It's not my choice to make. I will help you as much as I can but eventually, the people looking over you will outrank me, by a lot. Eventually, I will have to turn you over. Its procedure. SCP-7035: You're going to leave me!? How long will I be with these people? Field Agent Burke: I'm not sure, and yes I will have to leave you eventually. As I said it's not my choice to make. SCP-7035: Please don't leave me. You said you were going to help me get back home. That's what you said when you found me. The other people sound like they don't care. Please don't leave. Field Agent Burke: I…I don't… I can't stay, I have a job here on this cutter, and they won't let me go where I'm bringing you, It's above my pay grade. SCP-7035: Then I won't leave this boat. Field Agent Burke: That's unreasonable. If you cooperate with them they will help you. SCP-7035: I don't care. I'm not leaving. Field Agent Burke: I can escort you there but that's it, I can't be with you forever. SCP-7035: I'm staying. Field Agent Burke: Look, I don't think you understand how much trouble I will get in if they find out you are being uncooperative because of me. Please, I have no choice. SCP-7035: You better make a call or something, because I am only leaving with you. I don't know anyone in this world, everyone I know here is dead. Field Agent Burke: You don't even know me! SCP-7035: You found me, and we've been talking for a while in this boat. You're the closest thing I have to someone I know. Field Agent Burke: I can't just make a call. SCP-7035: Tough luck. Field Agent Burke: You… Fine, I'll ask but I already know the answer. Field Agent Burke leaves the room once again to contact his command, requesting permission to be temporarily relieved of his duty on the USCGS Fir in order to escort SCP-7035 personally. This request was approved. He reenters the room to end the interview with SCP-7035. Field Agent Burke: You will stay under my custody for the time being. We both leave this ship in a few hours. SCP-7035: Really?! It was that easy? Field Agent Burke: Unfortunately. This concludes our initial interview. <End Log> Closing Statement: A investigation of "Wonder Land" is currently being proposed by a planned JTF.Joint Task Force, comprised of Foundation, UIU, and PENTAGRAM personnel Whiskey-12 "Wonderful World". SCP-7035 has been transferred to Site-43, and Field Agent Burke has been assigned to SCP-7035. - Close + Nx-84 "Wonder World" Dossier| 06/30/1976 - Close Nexus #: Nx-84 Foundation Designation: Wonder World Population: No permanent population, prior to October 1967 around 5,000 citizens. Nexus Interaction Protocol: Personnel are to wear NBC.Nuclear, biological, chemical suits when in or around Nx-84 due to non-anomalous fallout in the area. Containment Facility: Site-43 Description: Wonder World is located in a vast spatial anomaly, which is itself located in the former Boston, MA, USA. Prior to October 27th, 1967, Wonder World was a city that maintained, various industrial parks, research facilities, housing developments, schools, a university, and the headquarters of GOI-386.Dr. Wondertainment.. The former population size or demographics of Nx-84 is largely unknown, however, testimonies by SCP-7035 and evidence recovered indicate that there were approximately five thousand citizens. The investigation into the culture of Nx-84 and testimonies by SCP-7035 have revealed that the population of Nx-84 followed a similar calendar to the Baseline world, sharing a majority of holidays and using a Gregorian-like system to measure years. However, the population of Nx-84 observed "Wonder Years", starting with the founding of the Dr. Wondertainment Company, in 1909. Testimonies by SCP-7035, the sole surviving Nx-84 citizen in the Baseline Universe, have revealed the goal of Nx-84 was referred to as "Wondermaking", the idea that life's purpose is to make the world a more wonderful place. The exact meaning of this idea appears to have been decided on a case-by-case basis by each citizen of Nx-84. Addendum: Nx-84 features little remaining anomalous properties, but remains within a spatial anomaly. - Close Addendum July/1976: + Interview|07/01/1976 - Close Interviewed: SCP-7035 Interviewer: Field Agent Burke Foreword: SCP-7035 requested a private conversation with Field Agent Burke once arriving at Site-43. While this request was initially denied, it was ultimately approved once SCP-7035 refused to participate in any preliminary interviews before this conversation. <Begin Log> Field Agent Burke: Good morning, SCP-7035. SCP-7035: Hey Burke. Can you call me by my real name? Field Agent Burke: Sure, normally it would be against protocol but normally I wouldn't be here so…What do you want me to call you? SCP-7035: Alice. Field Agent Burke: Well, Alice, they told me you were being uncooperative. Isn't the whole reason I'm here so you'd cooperate? SCP-7035: I was being cooperative, but I was overwhelmed and wanted to talk to you. My whole life I was told to hide from people like the Foundation, and now they're my only hope. It feels wrong. Field Agent Burke: Yeah…You'll be fine here. SCP-7035: Were you going to say something else? Field Agent Burke: No, I just misspoke. SCP-7035: The last thing I need is for you to start lying to me. I already don't trust the Foundation, but like I said I have no choice. I just wish you guys didn't destroy Wonder World. Field Agent Burke: We didn't destroy anything! It was those fucking soviets! The Foundation just intervened. SCP-7035: I wasn't accusing you of doing anything, I meant in a broader sense the… Field Agent Burke: You meant the Foundation, or in your mind what the Foundation is, right? The Foundation barely exists anymore, it's more of a name, a division of PENTAGRAM. I know you don't know any better but don't group me with those people. SCP-7035: I wasn't implying you were responsible, and how would I know not to associate you with the Foundation, do you not work for them? Field Agent Burke: In name only. I used to be in the Coast Guard. Joined right before the war. After the nukes hit, we, those who didn't know of the anomalous, thought that was the worst of it. Then we got orders, not from our command but straight from the Pentagon. We knew little information but our mission was to keep an eye on inland. Hundreds of anomalies from about a dozen Foundation sites were loose on the now ruined East Coast. SCP-7035: So you're in the Coast Guard? Field Agent Burke: Yes, but I have to wear this stupid uniform. I stayed in because I had nothing left, and now I am a Field Agent, "undercover" in the Coast Guard. Everyone on my ship knew I was working with Pentagram, it's hard to hide the anomalous and those who deal with it these days, especially in the military. SCP-7035: Is that why you didn't want to come here? Field Agent Burke: Partially, yeah. I also didn't think you needed me so much. Why is that anyways? SCP-7035: I just don't want to be alone, and you found me. We talked for a long time. I've told you all this before. Field Agent Burke: I know, it just doesn't make sense to me. SCP-7035: When you were talking to me on the ship, I felt there was something different about you. You weren't the stereotypical government type, the kind I was told to fear. It felt like you wanted to help, to make things better. I also want to make things better, it's what I was taught to do in Wonder World. Field Agent Burke: You got all of that from our first conversation? SCP-7035: I'm very observant. Field Agent Burke: I don't think that's the right word, but I get what you mean I think. Regardless, I think you're wrong. I'm not trying to change things, to make them better. After I found out how bad things were, I gave up. SCP-7035: There is more to look forward to, and change to be made. We can make the world better. Field Agent Burke: All that we have to look forward to was either destroyed or stopped by the government when they contained SCP-7992. SCP-7035: I'm sure it's not that bad. And even if it is, we have two worlds, remember? Sure this one is sad, and kinda destroyed but there is an entire Earth, untouched by the events that happened here. You can visit that place, and when I go back I'm sure I can get help for this world. Field Agent Burke: I don't… SCP-7035 interrupts Field Agent Burke. SCP-7035: Remember, things can get better, Think of the future, an optimistic future. Field Agent Burke: I can't think of any…I'll try…I look forward to you getting back to your world. I'm glad that I can help at least one person. SCP-7035: That's…the most bitter-sweet sentence I've ever heard. Field Agent Burke: It's true though. When I think about it, the only good thing I have going is helping you. I've done nothing but watch the world get worse for the last decade basically. I hope you make it back safely, and when you do perhaps we can get some help, I just hope the Foundation there is… SCP-7035: Is? Field Agent Burke: Nothing. Let's just focus on the bright side, getting you back home, right? SCP-7035: That's the spirit. Field Agent Burke: Yeah…Well, it was nice talking, SCP-7035. I think I have to go now. SCP-7035: I thought you didn't do anything here? Field Agent Burke: I still have paperwork, unfortunately. SCP-7035: Ah, well I'll talk to you some other time. <End Log> - Close + Interview|07/02/1976 - Close Interviewed: SCP-7035 Interviewer: Field Agent Burke and Dr. Sanders Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview between Dr. Sanders, accompanied by Field Agent Burke, and SCP-7035. <Begin Log> Field Agent Burke: Good morning, Alic…SCP-7035. This is Dr. Sanders, he'll be talking to you today while I stay here to make sure you are comfortable. Dr. Sanders: I'm just going to ask a few questions, this shouldn't take long. After this, we'll run a few tests with your powers. Only with your full permission of course. SCP-7035: Why can't Burke ask the questions, is he not allowed to? Dr. Sanders: He's allowed to talk, but for this conversation, I will be asking the questions as I am trained for this type of thing and Burke is, respectfully, out of his comfort zone. Field Agent Burke: He's right, I'm out of my league here. SCP-7035: I guess that makes sense. Dr. Sanders: Great. Let's get started. When did you first notice you had powers? SCP-7035: I first realized I have powers when I was nine, so about ten years ago. It wasn't until I was about thirteen that I could effectively use my portals. Dr. Sanders: And how would you use these portals? SCP-7035: Initially I would use them to visit the mirror Wonder World and meet people I already knew for a second time. I…I'd sometimes redo conversations with people that I made upset in my world. Dr. Sanders: I see, and did anyone else know about your powers? I'm sure there were people who would find your abilities interesting. SCP-7035: Not many people knew about my portals. I told a few friends, both from this world and my home, but it was never a public thing. Dr. Sanders: Why keep it a secret, were there people that would've taken advantage of your abilities? SCP-7035: In Wonder World? No. Outside? Yes. There were groups in the city that would've kidnapped me and sold me or something worse. I was also told when growing up that there were groups in the normal world that would seek to contain all things unnatural, so pretty much everything in Wonder World. The Foundation being one of them. Dr. Sanders: Do you feel any hostilities towards The Foundation? SCP-7035: Me personally, no. I was hoping if I worked with you I could go home. Dr. Sanders: That's good to hear, and I also hope we can help you. After we figure out more about you, of course. Field Agent Burke shuffles in his seat and crosses his arms. SCP-7035: You doing okay, Burke? Field Agent Burke: What..oh, uh. Dr. Sanders glares and Field Agent Burke. SCP-7035 does not notice this. Field Agent Burke: Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. Dr. Sanders: SCP-7035, can you tell me more about your abilities? SCP-7035: I can make portals between my world and this one on mirrors, but only specific ones. And up until recently, I could pass through these portals. Dr. Sanders: Could anyone else pass through these portals? SCP-7035: Yeah, at least they used to. I haven't had the chance to try it since I've been trapped here. I could also bring things through. Dr. Sanders: Ok, and what specific mirrors would work? SCP-7035: I'm not sure, but I know I couldn't use portable mirrors or any brand-new mirrors. I'd usually stick to older ones. Ones that haven't moved in a while. Dr. Sanders: What about Wonder World? Could you tell me more about that? SCP-7035: Well, It was a city within a city. A magical place that only the innocent-minded could enter. Where nothing bad ever happened. A place where everybody's goal was to spread child-like happiness. Dr. Sanders: Why'd you leave? Especially considering you claimed to know our world was destroyed. SCP-7035: Is that important? Dr. Sanders: Yes, every question I ask is very important. SCP-7035 looks at Field Agent Burke. He looks back and shrugs. SCP-7035 deeply exhales before beginning to speak. SCP-7035: I was running from someone I made very upset. I ran to the mirror world. When I tried to make my way back I realized I was trapped. After trying to get back for…hours…I left Wonder Word, or what's left of it, and was found by Burke. Dr. Sanders: Why was someone upset with you? SCP-7035: I really don't see how that's important. Dr. Sanders: I assure you this is all necessary, after all, we need to trust you. SCP-7035: I…I might have been cheating with my boyfriend, with himself. He found out and freaked out, and I ran. Dr. Sanders: That's surprising, but not an issue. I'm sorry you had to talk about it, but we need to make sure you don't have a violent history. The good news though, this concludes our interview for today. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Burke will now escort you back to your room. <End Log> Closing Statement: Site-43 granted permission to test SCP-7035's claims of creating 'portals' between the Baseline and its alleged home world. - Close + Initial testing|07/07/1976 - Close Test 01: Protocol: SCP-7035 is provided with a hand-held mirror and is told to create a 'portal' Results: In accordance with SCP-7035's claims, the hand-held mirror fails to host a portal created by SCP-7035. Test 02: Protocol: A full body mirror was wheeled into the test chamber and SCP-7035 is told to create a 'portal' Results: Similar results to test 01. SCP-7035 recommends the use of an older stationary mirror. Test 03: Protocol: A mirror located in Site-43's H&S' breakroom, which is part of Site-43's oldest wing, was chosen and SCP-7035 is told to create a 'portal' Results: SCP-7035 was successful in creating a 'portal' which was identified as an Extrauniversal Selective Way and further documented as SCP-7035-A. Test 03.1: Protocol: SCP-7035 is told to enter SCP-7035-2 via SCP-7035-A. Results: SCP-7035 is unable to enter SCP-7035-A. Test 03.2: Protocol: N/A Results: A human similar in appearance to Researcher Kingsly.Kingsly was en route to Site-43 from Site-55 on October 27th, 1967, when he was killed in the East Coast nuclear detonations. entered SCP-7035-2 Site-43's H&S breakroom before looking into the baseline universe through SCP-7035-A, making visual contact with the Research team, running out of sight, and setting off a containment breach alarm in their Site-43 analog. SCP-7035 was then ordered to close SCP-7035-A which they are successful in doing so. - Close SCP-7035 appears to have full control over creating and closing their own Extrauniversal Selective Ways, something the Foundation and PENTAGRAM have struggled to study, let alone replicate for decades. This, along with SCP-7035's statements about these ways warrant the exploration of SCP-7035's home world, which we believe to be a parallel universe of an unknown divergence level. The potential of this anomaly is immeasurable, and I am formally requesting significant funding for SCP-7035's research team to try to research and utilize this anomaly to the fullest. -Site-43 Director Scout Request approved -Adm. T. H. Moorer, Chairman of PJCS.PENTAGRAM Joint Chiefs of Staff Addendum August/1976: + O5 Vote|08/10/1976 - Close SITE-01 SUMMIT DATE: 08/10/1976 NOTE: THE FOLLOWING SUMMIT INVOLVED MEMBERS FROM THE O5 COUNCIL AND SITE-43 DIRECTOR SCOUT. [BEGIN LOG] SCOUT: Good afternoon Gentlemen, as we all know the subject of this meeting is urgent and well-known to you all, I will get to the point. SCP-7035-2 is a parallel universe of substantial value. O5-1: What makes SCP-7035-2 different from the dozens of other parallel universes? Why is it important? SCOUT: Well, SCP-7035-2 is the first parallel universe we have discovered since Pentagram has been overseeing Foundation operations. The Foundation has been confirmed to exist inside of SCP-7035-2, implying they could still have access to anomalies we no longer have. O5-5: That's a bit of a jump. What anomalies are you even referring to? SCOUT: To name a few we hope they have SCP-2000, 6999, as well as an unused Project 39B-1955-N. O5-5: Wait, unused? What is the divergence degree of SCP-7035-2? SCOUT: My team at Site-43 believe SCP-7035-2 has a difference of over ten degrees, up to thirty. We need to further explore SCP-7035-2 to… O5-5: Are you asking permission to send a team into the anomaly? SCOUT: Yes, but I'm also requesting to submit a proposal for a plan I've created, which would involve cooperating with their Foundation for a limited time. O5-5: Work with them? We haven't even contacted them yet. What makes you think we will work with them, how do you even know if they will work with us? SCOUT: I intend to send a copy of my proposal with the exploration team, it will also be our first contact. O5-5: That's not ho… O5-1: Send us the proposal, and we will inform you of our decision within a week. The Joint Chiefs of Staff will personally review it as well, so keep that in mind. O5-5: Scout, what do you expect to get out of SCP-7035-2? SCOUT: Several things, resources that we can… O5-5: I mean end results, what can we get from SCP-7035-2? SCOUT: I think we can undo the damage of what the Foundation did, we can bring back the East Coast, including the people. We can remove any trace of SCP-7993. The ties with the rest of the world can be rebuilt, we can end the war. O5-5: I hope you know the stakes of making such grandiose goals. SCOUT: I understand. O5-1: Director Scout, you better have a good plan. [END LOG] Operation Spiral Renegade APPROVED BY HIGH COMMAND & THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT. Classification: Top Secret, FOUO Parties Involved: United States PENTAGRAM, The Foundation. Foreword: The following plan was developed by Site-43 Director Scout, who has overseen the initial containment and study of SCP-7035. Proposed Action Plan: Stage one JTF Whiskey-12 "Wonderful World" will contact Site-43-2.Entities, locations, and organizations inside of SCP-7035-2 are documented with a -2 and deliver a false copy of this plan, they will be provided with minimal information to prevent diplomatic interference on their part. Stage two Upon successful contact and the establishment of a mutual cooperation agreement, construction on SCP-7035-A1 will begin. SCP-7035-A1 will be a 300ft by 120ft mirror constructed in the former Site-55 and Site-55-2 which will be used as the primary accessway to SCP-7035-2. The large size of SCP-7035-A1 is due to the requirement for vehicles and other large objects to pass through it. Stage three Once SCP-7035-2 has been properly assessed and the location of SCP-2000 and Project 39B-1955-N are discovered a rapid covert acquisitions team will be dispatched to retrieve the objects. At the same time, JTF Whiskey-12 will launch several attacks on Site-55-2, initially targeting its communications capabilities to prevent any notice of this attack from reaching their High Command. Stage four When the objects are retrieved and secure, SCP-7035 will be ordered to close SCP-7035-A1 before being placed into an indefinite medically induced coma, to prevent it from reopening SCP-7035-A1. Predicted Resulting Action: Following a successful enaction of this plan the United States PENTAGRAM would have access to SCP-2000, which would aid in the recreation of the East Coast, as well as an intact Project 39B-1955-N, which could be used to undo the effects of Project Protector. O5 COUNCIL VOTE TO RUN A DECEPTION OPERATION IN ORDER TO ACQUIRE HIGHLY VALUABLE ASSETS FROM SCP-7035-2, EFFECTIVELY ENDING ANY DIPLOMATIC CHANNELS WITH SCP-7035-2: Y N Abstain O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 OPERATION SPIRAL RENEGADE APPROVED. - Close + SCP-7035-2 Exploration - Close Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 08/18/1976 Exploration Team: JTF Whiskey-12 "Wonderful World" Protocol: SCP-7035 opened SCP-7035-A in the same manner as in test 03. The time of day was 0100, chosen to be the lowest personnel traffic time in Site-43 H&S wing, assuming traffic levels of Site-43-2 were similar to the Baseline universe. Subject: SCP-7035-2. Team Lead: Special Agent Jameson, UIU Team Members: Special Agent Jameson(W-1), Researcher Maxwell(W-2), Sgt. Baker(W-3).PENTAGRAM representative, and Dr. McMarren(W-4).Foundation Representative. [BEGIN LOG] W-1: Entering. W-2: Entering W-3: Entering W-4: Entering All members of JTF Whiskey-12 are located in SCP-7035-2 at this point. W-1: Initial surroundings appear to be similar to the baseline. I can spot a few minor differences, but nothing significant. I can see a calendar, checking it now. W-3: Do we really need to look at everything? We have strict orders to make contact and deliver the message ASAP. W-4: I agree, we can then research the smaller things later. W-4: I agree, we can then research the smaller things later. For now, We should just move on and make contact with the Foundation here. W-2: Guys, I think someone's coming. W-1: Remember, we're just here to talk. W-3: Lock it up, they're coming. A janitor appears around the corner, he turns on the light to the breakroom and immediately spots all four members of JTF Whiskey-12. UNKNOWN: H-hey guys. Is there some kind of training going on? W-2: Uh, yes. In fact, we're doing a surprise penetration test of this facility. We actually need to talk to the Director immediately, to discuss the uh…results. The janitor stands motionless for a second, staring at the group. He appears to try to speak several times but fails to do so. W-1: Don't worry, you're not in trouble. We need you to bring us to the Director's office. We can show you our clearance cards. UNKOWN: Uh, yeah. Sure, show me your cards and I'll bring you. I'm not in trouble, right? W-1: No, the only ones in trouble are internal security and the Director. W-1, -2, -3, and -4 show the janitor their cards. After this, they are led to the director's office. They stop outside the Director's office. W-4: I'll make first contact, after all, they appear to be Foundation. W-2: Makes sense to me. W-3: Why don't we just all go in? W-4: Well, assuming they are a Foundation director their reaction to four armed men barging in at 0130, unannounced, would not be the best for our mission. W-3: Jameson, what's our next move? W-1: Let's let McMarren go in, but have him leave his gear outside. McMarren, dress down as much as possible and leave behind your weapons. W-4: Sounds good. W-4 dresses down to their plainclothes. W-1,-2, and -3 leave the immediate area. W-4 knocks on the Director's door. Director Scout-2: Come in. W-4 enters the office, the room is laid out similarly to the baseline-Scout's office. W-4: Good evening, Dr. Scout. I have a new anomaly to bring to your attention. Director Scout-2: And who are you? W-4: Dr. McMarren. I'm new here, so I'm sure you haven't memorized my face yet. Director Scout-2: Very well, and what is this anomaly you want to bring to my attention? W-4: A human female, capable of creating Extrauniversal Selective Ways on mirrors. Ways created transport subjects to and from this universe and mine. Director Scout-2: Extrauniversal Selective Ways? I've never hea-wait did you just say "to and from this universe and mine"? W-4: Yes, I am here as a liaison of the Foundation in my universe. We want to cooperate to better utilize this anomaly. Director Scout-2: Utilize the anomaly? What is the Foundation's goal in your universe? W-4: To preserve Normalcy, as defined by a consensus formed by the O5 Council and JCS. Director Scout-2: JCS? Is your Foundation run by the United States military? W-4: It's managed by the United States government, but I assure you we are only better than before. Director Scout-2: Before? W-4: Before the war. 1967, the Soviets declared war by destroying the East Coast, and the Foundation caused the nuclear defense program to stop working. It was a huge conflict, the veil is barely intact. After the war, the US had no choice but the take more firm control of the Foundation. Director Scout-2: And this female, why can she make these ways? W-4: We don't know, but that's not the point. I have documents for your eyes only, I was told they were the plans for our cooperation. Director Scout-2: Ok, let's look those over. Director Scout-2 reads over the document for a few moments. W-4: Everything looks good? Director Scout-2: Not entirely, but I'm sure you would be willing to change some things around. Now about that anomaly, the girl. Has anyone run more in-depth tests since these documents were made? W-4: I'm not sure and like I said, it's not the point. All we need her for is to open a way from our world to yours, so we can work with you. It sounds like you don't want to cooperate. Director Scout-2: I never said that. It just seems like we have different goals. From what I'm gathering, all you want is the Foundation's help, which I understand, but it appears that in this frenzy to reach us you have neglected to further research SCP-7035. W-4: You're cooperation is all that matters. Director Scout-2: I'll maintain communications with you, and I'd imagine the O5 will consider exchanging mutually beneficial information, to learn from each other, and I imagine we will help you in your goal to restore the damage done by containment breaches in your world. However, I can't promise it will be to such a scale as in these plans. W-4: Any assistance is worthwhile. Is there anything else you would like to ask me? Director Scout-2: Yes, is that the entire plan? W-4: I have not been briefed on the specifics, so I do not know. Director Scout-2: That will be all then. I will need to enact containment protocols on you and your way here. W-4: Understandable. Oh! And one thing before I leave. Do not move the mirror in that break room. If you do our way here will not work, and we will be forced to find another one. Director Scout-2: Understood. [END LOG] Closing Statements: All members of JTF Whiskey-12 were taken into quarantine by SCP-7035-2's Foundation following a similar protocol to the baseline Foundation. As such, no counter-measures were taken to retrieve the members early and after forty-eight hours JTF Whiskey-12 returned to the baseline universe through SCP-7035-A. - Close Addendum September/1976: + Interview|09/10/1976 - Close Interviewed: SCP-7035 Interviewer: Field Agent Burke Foreword: The following is a transcript of a conversation between SCP-7035 and Field Agent Burke. This conversation was unscheduled and unauthorized. <Begin Log> Field Agent Burke enters SCP-7035's containment cell, it is surprised by this. Field Agent Burke: Hey Alice, sorry for barging in. SCP-7035: That's fine. Why are you here though, I didn't think I had an interview today. Field Agent Burke: I just wanted to talk. SCP-7035: Oh, ok. What do yo… Field Agent Burke: It's funny, you're the closest I have to a friend. No one here takes me seriously. SCP-7035: I'm close to a friend? Field Agent Burke: No! I mean yes. I…I meant you are my only friend here. I just can't be saying that out loud. SCP-7035: Ah, you can't say you're my friend but you can just walk in and talk to me, unscheduled? Kinda weird. I… SCP-7035 starts to speak but is interrupted by Field Agent Burke. Field Agent Burke: Alice. Those tests, what did they make you do? SCP-7035: Oh! I wanted to talk to you about that. They tested my ability to open portals to my world, they called it a "way" for some reason. I still couldn't pass through though, but they said they will still help me. Field Agent Burke: Alice, did they send people into your portal? SCP-7035: Yeah, did you read the test results? Field Agent Burke: I wasn't authorized to but that's not the point. Alice, I've only worked with the Foundation for a few years, but once I was assigned to them back in 73' I saw what they did to anomalies, sentient ones. Your own documentation refers to you as it. SCP-7035: What did they do? Field Agent Burke: Destroyed them. Thousands, and to be honest I thought it was a good thing. The Foundation had done terrible things and I saw what the United States was doing to it as a victory, especially after the coast. I really hated the Foundation. SCP-7035: Why are you telling me this? Field Agent Burke: Look, Alice, I'm not trying to scare you. I… Field Agent Burke stops as he notices SCP-7035 appears distressed. Field Agent Burke: Alice. They won't hurt you, that's why I'm here. Why I bring all of this up is I might be one of the few people here that has a problem with what they have planned for you. SCP-7035: What they have planned for me?! Field Agent Burke: I…They are going to enter your world, steal anomalies, and leave. To make sure they are safe, they're going to force you to close the portal and place you in a coma, indefinitely. SCP-7035: They're going to kill me. Field Agent Burke: Alice, they aren't going to carry out this plan for a while, we have time. I've been talking to Dr. Scout, he is the director here and he has a plan to save you. SCP-7035: If he's in charge then why doesn't he just not kill me? Field Agent Burke: He's not the one in charge, Pentagram is. You need to remember that when I tell you the plan. The Foundation here is not what it used to be, it's a shell of its former self. SCP-7035: Ok, but what's the plan? Field Agent Burke: We can't discuss that here, they're listening. SCP-7035: They are?! Field Agent Burke: Yes, we need to go now. Scout has a place for us to meet. <End Log> Closing Statement: The following events relating to this meeting were documented as Incident Log|09/12/1976. - Close + Incident Log|09/12/1976 - Close Incident Log: Date: 09/12/1976 Subject: SCP-7035. [BEGIN LOG] Field Agent Burke enters SCP-7035-A's staging area, there are several researchers present. Field Agent Burke has a stack of papers on his person, which he hands a researcher. Field Agent Burke: I'm here for an unscheduled exploration of SCP-7035-2, authorized by Director Scout. As you can see here. Researcher McMarren: This is certainly unexpected but it appears to check out. Oh! You're the guy, assigned to SCP-7035 for some reason. Why are you still here? SCP-7035 still freaking out when it's alone? Field Agent Burke: I'm assigned to her to assist in research. Which I'm doing now. I am a Field Agent after all. Researcher McMarren: Really? Do you do a lot of exploration in the Coast Guard? Field Agent Burke: Just let me through. Researcher McMarren: Aye Aye! Field Agent Burke: Fuck you. In accordance with SCP-7035-2's exploration protocol, Field Agent Burke was fit with a microphone. He enters SCP-7035-2. Sounds of him walking can be heard for twenty minutes before he is heard knocking on a door. Field Agent Burke: C'mon, please be here. Director Scout-2: Come in. Field Agent Burke: Yes! Sounds of a door opening can be heard. Field Agent Burke: Hello, Dr. Scout. I have urgent news, relating to SCP-7035. Director Scout-2: Are you authorized to be here? I thought our agreements permitted only scheduled meetings. Field Agent Burke: It's an emergency. I read the transcripts from when McMarren was here. He's an asshole. Director Scout-2: Is that what you wanted to tell me? That you don't like one of your co-workers? Field Agent Burke: No. I have documents for you, I'm whistleblowing. These are the real plans. Field Agent Burke hands Director Scout-2 a copy of the undoctored plans. Director Scout: This is…absurd, but these signatures match the plans I was given. Thank you for this, but can I ask why? Field Agent Burke: To be honest I couldn't care less about the Foundation. I lost most everything I cared about when the Soviets nuked New York, killing everyone I have ever known. I blamed the Foundation for a long time. Thought it was their fault. Field Agent Burke pauses for a moment before continuing. Field Agent Burke: I only recently realized now that the Foundation prevented more deaths from nukes. Stopping it on the East Coast, as that was as fast as they could do it. No soviet family had to experience what I went through, at least they shouldn't have but we invaded, killing millions anyways. Director Scout: I'm sorry, but that still doesn't explain why you told me this information. Field Agent Burke: Once they get what they want from your world they're going to kill SCP-7035, closing her portal and preventing you guys from entering our world. She's all I have left. Director Scout: I see. She can't enter her own ways, and once we would launch any counter-attack they'd probably just kill her anyways. What's your plan? Field Agent Burke: We… Hold on. Scout printed them out. Ah! here they are. But, before we go over the… The audio feed from Field Agent Burke ceases to broadcast, and at the same time, SCP-7035-A closed. Attempts to find SCP-7035 in Site-43 are unsuccessful. Following this, The confirmed neutralization of SCP-7035 was made a level 5 priority by order of the O5 Council and PJCS. Both Director Scout and Field Agent Burke have yet to be found and are herby documented as POI-4678 and POI-4679 respectively. [END LOG] - Close Addendum October/1976: On October 10th, 1976 Nx-84 increased in anomalous activity detected by an extreme rise in plant growth in the Boston area, however, unlike previously predicted, Nx-84 spread outwards from its original spatial anomaly. Containment efforts began immediately, however, personnel responding failed to effectively fight the plant growth originating from Nx-84, of which the original entrance was unable to be accessed by October 11th due to anomalously large and dense plant growth. By October 20th the area formerly comprising Boston was overgrown, and growths began to resemble structures or varying forms and colors, frequently featuring bright and varied colors. By November 1st, significant United States military presence was called in as Nx-84 had expanded to the size of Massachusetts. Due to strict media control in place due to SCP-7993, public knowledge of this event was largely unknown. The areas closest to Nx-84, primarily Boston, now closely resembled a city-sized theme park of varying bright colors. As the growth of Nx-84 did not slow down, the O5 Council declared an RK-Class Restructuring Scenario, and in accordance with this declaration, the veil was lifted announcing the Foundation's presence in the world. On December 24th, 1976 Nx-84 stopped expanding, having covered the states of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Delaware, New Hampshire, Vermont, Connecticut, and Large portions of Maine, New York, and Pennsylvania. The resulting area was reclassified as Nx-84, and exploration was chosen over destruction, as it was detected a large number of humanoid entities resided in Nx-84. The following is the only exploration log of Nx-84. Following this exploration is prohibited and Nx-84 is to be monitored but not interacted with: + Nx-84 Exploration Log|12/25/1976 - Close Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 12/25/1976 Exploration Team: JTF Whiskey-12 "Wonderful World" Subject: Nx-84 Team Lead: Special Agent Jameson, UIU Team Members: Special Agent Jameson(W-1), Researcher Maxwell(W-2), Sgt. Baker(W-3), and Dr. McMarren(W-4). [BEGIN LOG] JTF Whiskey-12 was air dropped into what was identified as Downtown Boston. W-1: Humanoid entities appear to notice our presence, however, they are not approaching. W-2: They're celebrating Christmas. W-2 points to a large Christmas tree, at its base, are several large gift-wrapped boxes. W-4: Maybe, but how do we not know they're celebrating something else? Maybe it just closely resembles Christmas. A man dressed in a bright blue coat, a reflective orange sash, and an unusually large custodian's helmet with a badge on the front that reads 'Wonder World Security Force™' runs up to W-1. Wonder World Security Agent: Halt! You are forbidden from proceeding any further as your hall passes have been revoked. If you'll come with me, I'll escort you out. W-3: Woah Woah. You are on United States soil. You have no authority here. Wonder World Security Agent: The United States? Oh, that place. They moved out here a while ago. I can escort you to the nearest United States border. W-2: They didn't move out, this place was destroyed! Wonder World Security Agent: Please, if you'll follow me. I don't want to have to call in for backup. W-3 aims his gun at the Wonder World Security Agent. W-3: You'll bring us to who is in charge. Wonder World Security Agent: S-Sure thing, I'll have you know though I don't think you'll like what you'll find. W-1: Doesn't matter, just lead us to your boss. The Wonder World Security Agent leads JTF Whiskey-12 to the original confines of Nx-84, it appears similar to the area surrounding it, albeit with more Christmas decorations. Whiskey-12 is led to a large, greek-architecture building with a large sign in bubble font displaying "WONDER COAST CAPITOL. Wonder World Security Agent: Here you are, our local leader, second only to Dr. Wondertainment. W-1: Leave the area. W-2 and W-4 stay outside. W-3 stay with them and make sure they don't go far. W-3: Understood. W-1 enters the building. The interior is largely empty, featuring an extremely large mirror, identical to SCP-7035-A1. On the other side is a similarly sized interior. W-1: It's nearby. SCP-7035: Over PA system Why have you come here!? Can't you see? Your world is beautiful now. W-1: You built over the largest burial site in history. You disrespected the lost lives of over a hundred million people. Do you call that beautiful? SCP-7035: Over PA system I did what you couldn't do. Your world's biggest tragedy turned wonderful. A new world on top of the old. I started something new. I know you're world is plagued with more problems than just PENTAGRAM. Vital anomalies, ones that could've redone things how they were. You didn't have them, but we do. W-1: Our biggest problem is anomalies like you. SCP-7035: Over PA system I wouldn't be so sure. W-1: I'll find you. SCP-7035: Over PA system Who will you believe? Dr. Scout? Dr. Scout: Recording over PA SCP-7035-2 has potential as a universe that still possesses functioning anomalies that could assist in the rebuilding of and repopulation of the East Coast, of most promise SCP-2000. W-1: That's not real. Your world's only advantage is the East Coast still existed. SCP-7035: Over PA System Some Admiral? Adm. T. H. Moorer: Recording over PA It is of my professional opinion as Chairman of PENTAGRAM, that SCP-7035-2 is the most promising anomaly we have found since 1967. It possesses a wealth of anomalies that either never existed for us or ceased to function after the enactment of Project Protector. W-1: We are stronger than you! You just had more anomalies, which means your reality was weaker than ours. Falling apart at the seams. Rotting. Special Agent Jameson: Recording over PA My opinion, once provided this information by Dr. Scout, is this other world, the one that got nuked, is…sad. They seem desperate to hide their mistakes, as expected for an organization of this type. W-1: We didn't…I…we… W-1 slowly falls to the ground. SCP-7035 approaches him and reaches their hand out. SCP-7035: In person Jameson, get up. W-1: We failed them. All those people. We're just trying to fix things. SCP-7035 helps W-1 stand up. SCP-7035: You're world is damaged, and there are some bad people that are taking advantage of scared people, like you. Good people are being led to do horrible things. W-1: You know we just wanted to fix the coast. SCP-7035: I know, we all do. You have the chance to make things better. Nobody can go back and undo what has been done, we can recreate them physically but it wouldn't be the same. What I'm doing, with the help of Dr. Scout and Wondertainment is progress, making something good out of something horrible. Do you understand? W-1: I guess. But I can't stop The Foundation. SCP-7035: The growth of Wonder Land was controlled, and we can make it continue, faster than before. Much faster. We have proof, and testimonies from people the O5 would believe. Tell the Foundation that if we get left alone, we stop the growth, and Wonder Land stays as it is. If they try to attack us, then the entire United States will be overgrown in a matter of days, with or without my help. Do you understand? W-1: Yeah. SCP-7035: Good. Now, I'll arrange for you and your team to travel out of here. You report this information to your bosses. [END LOG] - Close Following this, as well as private transmissions to the O5 Council and PJCS from NX-84, the Foundation, PENTAGRAM, and UIU have been prohibited from operating in Nx-84. Addendum January/1978: + Nx-84 "Wonder World" Dossier|01/01/1978 - Hide Nexus #: Nx-84 Foundation Designation: Wonder World Population: Estimated to be between 100,000 to 150,000. Nexus Interaction Protocol: Personnel are prohibited from openly operating in Nx-84, in accordance with the 1977 Anomalous Protection Act2. Containment Facility: Site-43 Description: Wonder World is located on the East Coast of the United States of America, in a territory formerly comprising the US states of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Delaware, New Hampshire, Vermont, Connecticut, and large portions of Maine, New York, and Pennsylvania. Prior to October 10th, 1976, Wonder World was a single city that maintained, various industrial parks, research facilities, housing developments, schools, a university, and the headquarters of GOI-386 that was located solely in a spatial anomaly, which itself was located in the former Boston, MA, USA. The investigation into the culture of Nx-84, as well as testimonies by SCP-7035 prior to its relocation to Nx-84, have revealed the population of Nx-84 follows a similar calendar to the Baseline world, sharing a majority of holidays and uses a Gregorian-like system to measure years. However, the population of Nx-84 observes "Wonder Years", starting with the founding of the Dr. Wondertainment Company, in 1909. The goal of Nx-84 is allegedly referred to as "Wondermaking", the idea that life's purpose is to make the world a more wonderful place. The exact meaning of this idea appears to have been decided on a case-by-case basis by each citizen of Nx-84. Another current goal of Nx-84 appears to be to manifest itself in more territory, with the theorized goal of overtaking the United States. Nx-84 has political ties with several known Groups of Interest, most notably the Global Occult Coalition, Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., Manna Charitable Foundation, Prometheus Labs, Inc., and The Serpent's Hand. All of which were signing members of the 1977 Anomalous Protection act. Addendum: Nx-84 is the largest threat to the United States on American soil, however, PENTAGRAM and the Foundation can't act without starting a war with the entire anomalous world, which is rallying around Nx-84 as some common ground. Nx-84 is a ticking time bomb that we are unable to defuse without sparking a chain reaction, removing what little normalcy we have left. We will overcome this obstacle. - Adm. T. H. Moorer, Chairman of PENTAGRAM. Footnotes 1. Nx-84 functions as a Free Port, but can be entered through non-anomalous means. 2. An agreement between PENTAGRAM and thirty known GOIs that prohibits any actions taken against Nx-84. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7035" by New_to_life, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7035. Licensed under CC-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-7036 | neutralized | DrApricus More works by me can be found here! Item #: SCP-7036 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7036 no longer requires containment. Archived Procedures: SCP-7036 is still being researched. Unless anomalous attributes requiring more complicated containment are discovered, SCP-7036 is kept in a standard containment chamber. SCP-7036 is to be fed approximately 220 milliliters of regular dog food twice a day. A camera is installed outside the containment chamber, but there is not one inside to prevent the possible death of the anomaly. SCP-7036 with Catherine Hanes. Description: SCP-7036 is an adult Pyrenean Mastiff canine with an above-average mass that randomly excretes large amounts of human blood. Upon brief analysis, no wounds or possible origins of the blood could be found; how the blood manifests is unknown. SCP-7036 has been noted to walk awkwardly and show minimal facial expression, possibly due to congenital disabilities. SCP-7036 is incredibly timid and will avoid all possible human contact or interaction. In most attempted interactions, it retreated to the corner of its containment. When food is provided, SCP-7036 will not eat if it is supervised, regardless of the last time it ate. Attempts to mediate the anomaly's anthropophobia have failed. Discovery: SCP-7036 was first recovered from a home in Crystal Lake, Illinois. Foundation agents arrived at the premises after intercepting a 911 call made by 34-year-old Catherine Hanes. In the call, Hanes claimed SCP-7036 had severely wounded her wife, Jill Roberts, for reasons unknown. When requested to remain on the call until agents could be dispatched, Catherine suddenly hung up. Jill Roberts and her newborn daughter were found to have died from blood loss. Catherine could not be found, and a search and rescue mission later failed to locate her. SCP-7036 was found huddled in the newborn's closet on the second floor, gnawing at its thigh. Addendum 1: After a Foundation veterinarian failed to evoke novel behavior from SCP-7036, multiple personnel assigned to its containment attempted to aggravate the anomaly. During one of these incidents, the anomaly became visually discomforted and jumped through the window looking into the chamber, mauling one of the instigating staff members. In the subsequent containment breach, SCP-7036 injured several personnel before escaping the site. None of the staff died due to receiving immediate medical treatment. Due to the lack of time SCP-7036 was in containment, it could not be appropriately tested and microchipped. Addendum 2: Location efforts immediately took place. Recontainment agents developed a strategy of following a path of blood puddles, leading them into Iowa. Eventually, agents noted that the puddles were becoming less abundant and sometimes hidden by displaced dirt and grass. It's likely SCP-7036 became aware it was being followed by now. Eventually, the path of puddles disappeared entirely, and the anomaly remains uncontained. In the following weeks, multiple maulings similar to those done by SCP-7036 were reported in Iowa and surrounding states. Despite this, whether it was responsible for these injuries has yet to be confirmed. Multiple witness accounts say the creature attacked the victim after they attempted to approach it, even passively. Update: Foundation operatives soon discovered SCP-7036 dead near a farm in Indiana. The anomaly was found to have been shot six times, presumably by the farm's owner. Despite being neutralized, SCP-7036 continued to leak human blood posthumously. During an autopsy conducted on the corpse, a Velcro strap was discovered. The insides of SCP-7036 consisted of cushioning and the body of 46-year-old Tyler Hanes, the ex-husband of Catherine Hanes. He was found to have suffered from hemophilia and wounds of unknown origin. The Hanes case has been forwarded to the relevant police departments. More from this author… ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7036" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7036. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. File: Pyrenean_Mastiff_3.JPG Author: Canarian License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7037 | safe | Item #: SCP-7037 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7037 is to be contained in a thaumaturgically augmented storage locker located in the Storage Wing of Site-37; unless otherwise approved by at least one member of the O5 Council, this locker is to be disconnected from baseline reality at all times to minimize its influence of probabilistic reality.1 Description: SCP-7037 is a forty-seven leaf clover that has a constant effect on relative, probabilistic reality, resulting in the perceivable existence of good fortune.2 As such effects have been observed as far as 50 km away from the source, an exact sphere of influence is unknown, though it is reasonably assumed to be no further than 100 km. Addendum-1: Discovery SCP-7037 was discovered in the home Reuben Walsh, located within a small village in rural Ireland. The anomaly was initial brought to Foundation attention after Evelyn O'Shannon made a social media posting detailing that her mother had miraculously recovered from Stage 4 lung cancer despite being complete bedridden and comatose a day prior. Two members of MTF Pulse-17 ("Your Everyday Citizens") were dispatched to the location under the guise of tourists and, through conversation with locals, discovered multiple other instances of unlikely, probabilistic outcomes, including, but not limited to,3 the following: Three separate marriages occurring on the same day, at the same church, with all three couples sharing the same surname "Ortiz." A seven year old boy falls out of a tree from an approximate elevation of 25 meters; he sustained no injuries despite the likelihood of simply surviving a fall being less than a 10% chance. During a storm, lightning strikes an elderly woman 7 times4; similar to the boy, she sustained no injuries. After Doctor Celzin determined these instances, along with others not listed, to be impossibly unlikely to occur within baseline, probabilistic reality, additional MTF Pulse-17 members with thaumaturgic abilities were dispatched and, using their abilities, were to enter and investigate citizen homes through use of thaumaturgical persuasion. During this search, SCP-7037 was recovered from the home of Reuben Walsh who, through specified mnestic treatment, was implanted with false memories of the clover wilting. Addendum-2: Testing Excerpts Multiple tests were approved by Doctor Celzin to ascertain specifications and limits of SCP-7037's anomalous properties. While testing was extensive,5 only important excerpts have been included for documental efficiency. File.Test_Log-7037_07.scptxt Experiment: D-19732 is isolated in a room with SCP-70376 which is disconnected from baseline, probabilistic reality via thaumaturgic seals. Within the room is a table, chair, and six decks of cards. D-19732 is prompted to shuffle each deck as much as they wish, but not to check the faces of any cards. Result: Inspection of the cards revealed that, despite varying methods and time taken to shuffle each deck, all six held the exact order of cards. As each shuffle is a 1 in 52!7 chance, the statistical probability of such an occurrence is 1 in 52!6, or 1 in 2.75 x 10407 chance. Additional Notes: This is a statistical impossibility. Truly. If we go off of the calculation that there are 1082 atoms in our observable universe, you could turn every atom into its own universe, every atom of those universes into its own, and repeat twice more, pick a random atom, and that's just 10410. That's only a thousand times less likely than this shuffle. We are dealing with an anomaly that makes the impossible possible, and we need to be careful. — Senior Researcher Asher Celzin. Following Test Log 7037-07, the following five tests replicated the same experiment with seven, eight, ten, twenty, and fifty decks respectively. All resulted in the same outcome; all decks held the same shuffle. After the conclusion of Test Log 7037-12,8 Doctor Celzin submitted the following proposal to update containment procedures to the Site Director. + View Proposal 7037-1 - Close File To: Site Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) From: Senior Researcher Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) Subject: Requesting revision of SCP-7037's containment procedures. Attached are multiple files pertaining to SCP-7037, all of which reflect the urgency with which I send this email. The outcomes of all tests suggest this anomaly controls probability at an unfathomable scale, yet current containment procedures do not reflect this state; a disconnect from our baseline does not ensure total freedom of its influence. But I believe it may be possible to contain even said influence so long as you grant me access to a team comprised of on-site thaumaturges. I believe this anomaly is far more complex than it was initially thought to be. Please reach out soon, Asher. To: Senior Researcher Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) From: Site Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) Subject: RE:Requesting revision of SCP-7037's containment procedures. Asher. I have reviewed the files attached and have considered your proposal, but I see no necessity for such concerns. Furthermore, as Site-37 is a fledgling site we cannot allocate expenses towards fields that would serve to waste them. Fretting over a clover is no way to spend your time, Doctor. Please come to your senses. Officially, your proposal to revise procedures is denied. - Close File Following the denial of Doctor Celzin's proposal, experimentation continued as it had initially. File.Test_Log-7037_32.scptxt Experiment: D-19732 is once again isolated in a room with SCP-7037 that is disconnected from baseline, probabilistic reality. Within the room is a table, chair, and a singular coin, alongside a set of instructions to flip the coin one-hundred times and record results. Results: Despite no column being listed, D-19732 wrote in once denoted "edge" and marked said column 100 times. Following questioning alongside analysis of video footage, said results were confirmed. Research into baseline probability of this result, along with a use of a SPP,9 calculated the baseline probability to be a 1 in 6000 chance, whereas the results of testing suggest replicating such a result is 1 in 1.53 x 10378, a result similarly miniscule to that of the Test Log 7037-07. Additional Notes: Despite multiple other intended tests, I think we perfectly understand what this anomaly is capable of. It doesn't just skew chance; it plays with it. Thirty-two tests disprove any coincidence, and further tests will deny any of even the most skeptic among us, but in the meantime I highly suggest increasing security clearance regarding SCP-7037. I fear what may happen if it falls into the wrong hands. — Senior Researcher Asher Celzin Similarly to tests following Test Log 7037-07, the following three tests after Test Log 7037-32 replicated the same experiment with two-hundred, five-hundred, and one-thousand coin flips respectively, all yielding the same results; all coins landed on their edge, every single time. Additionally, different coins were used throughout to nullify any suspicion that the coin itself may have been anomalous. At this time, Doctor Celzin also submitted another proposal to the Site Director, as can be seen below. +View Proposal 7037-2 - Close File To: Site Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) From: Senior Researcher Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) Subject: Urgent request to revise SCP-7037's containment procedures. Director, I understand why you dismissed the initial proposal and am not here to argue your previous determinations, however further experimentation has yielded increasingly concerning results. The results with the deck were probabilistically impossible, yet there is no "wrong" yield to a deck; most people will never see a coin land on its edge in their entire lifetime. Let alone hundreds of times in one sitting. Outcomes one never naturally takes into account are regularly occurring to an extent that warrants extreme scrutiny. At this point, what stops it from somehow causing its own containment structure to fail? Each test only deepens my worries. Regardless, I am strongly recommending containment procedures be heavily updated. Again, with your approval, I can execute most of the changes myself so long as even one thaumaturge be provided. I am aware of our expense disparity, but the threat this anomaly may impose cannot be reasonably ignored. Surely even you must see that now. Files are attached below as before. Please think it over, Asher. To: Senior Researcher Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) From: Site Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) Subject: RE:Urgent request to revise SCP-7037's containment procedures. This "threat" you speak of is a non-emergency, Asher. I have looked over the files, even those attached the first time I addressed these concerns, and my stance has not wavered. There is no threat, or danger, or whatever you want to call it. And there is no chance the current seals upon it fail; unlike a coin landing on its edge, the probability of all seals suddenly failing is effectively zero. I cannot reasonably justify allocating funds over something as trivial as this. I had faith in you when I raised you to Senior Researcher. I deeply hope that faith was not misplaced. I'm placing you on a brief suspension to clear your head. Hopefully you'll stop wasting my time over this SCP when you return. - Close File Following completion of her suspension, Doctor Celzin filed a secondary request to take over as the lead participant, alongside her current responsibilities as head researcher, of SCP-7037. This motion, unlike the prior, was approved due to presumed non-threat of the anomaly. The following tests were conducted under such conditions. File.Test_Log-7037_77.scptxt Experiment: Senior Research Asher Celzin is isolated in a room with SCP-7037 and is disconnected from baseline probabilistic reality. Within the room is a table, chair, and three lottery tickets.10 The tickets were within SCP-7037's sphere of influence. Doctor Celzin proceeds to scratch each off and compare them to their respective, winning numbers. Results: All three tickets win their respective jackpots, summing up to an approximate total of $777 million. As a result, the Ethics Committee conducted a brief investigation into the manner of SCP-7037 testing and ultimately determined that, despite the influence of SCP-7037, Doctor Celzin had a right to the money, though was strictly discouraged from replication of similar testing. Additional Notes: I have no use for the money; I want to get that off my chest first and foremost. I split it amongst various charities, put a lot into the Foundation, and even sent some home to my folks, but I kept none of it. This was an example, a perfect one, of just how powerful this anomaly is. And how dangerous it is. And I will continue testing until someone above me finally believes me. Senior Researcher Asher Celzin filed a proposal with the previous file attached in a third email correspondence with Site-37's Director. Unlike previous messages however, Doctor Celzin's went unanswered for four days. Documents of the exchange are below. + View Proposal 7037-3 - Close File To: Site Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) From: Senior Researcher Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) Subject: DO NOT IGNORE - URGENT REVISION PROPOSAL This anomaly is far beyond our initial comprehension, Zerwick, and your ignorance will not provide you bliss. You deny my first proposal. Fine, I get it. You deny my second. Frustrating, but I could gather more data. You even suspend me, then deny my request to be informed on why such a decision was determined. A request which, according to all site procedures, must be granted upon request. But I held my tongue. I let you shove me aside because the anomaly was more important than bickering with you. Consider this my third proposal. Attached are documents I'm sure you won't bother to truly read, but they detail just how much this anomaly twists probabilistic reality. SCP-7037 has been shown to affect reality relative to its influence as much as its own; the tickets I bought weren't within its influence, yet their numbers showed up nonetheless. This is bigger than us, Zerwick. Bigger than the few bucks it would take to provide me with what little tools I need to faithfully contain this anomaly. So I ask, no, beg you to approve a full-scale revision of the clover's containment procedures. It is a vital necessity. With regards, Doctor Celzin. To: Senior Researcher Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) From: Site Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) Subject: RE:DO NOT IGNORE - URGENT REVISION PROPOSAL I told you to let this go, Asher. I had faith a break would provide you with a clear enough headspace to realize what a fool you've made yourself out to be. Clearly I was mistaken. SCP-7037 is safely contained within its box; nothing will change that, no matter how much you worry your pretty little head over it. Now, not only are you asking me to waste resources on this stupid paranoia of yours, but you're also consistently wasting my time. Consider this your final warning. Remember who it was that raised you to the position you sit so comfortably within and remember it well. I grow tired of this bullshit you keep laying at my feet and will hear of it no longer. If you're really that concerned about the damn clover, direct your complaints to Watson. I won't acknowledge them any longer. - Close File Following her correspondence with the Director, Doctor Celzin submitted multiple proposals to Assistant Director Sherwood Watson's email. All went unacknowledged. Despite such, Doctor Celzin reportedly continued researching the effects of SCP-7037. Addendum-3: Incident-7037-01 File.Incident-7037_01.scpmp4 DATE: 7/07/20██ FOREWORD: Incident-7037-01 occurred approximately twenty-seven minutes after the arrival of O5-1 to Site-37 for a meeting with its Site Director. The perpetuator of this incident has been identified to be SCP-7037's head researcher Asher Celzin. The following is a concise summary of the incident: [0000]: Doctor Celzin can be see in an experimentation cell, presumably conducting a test related to SCP-7037. [0003]: O5-1 arrives at Site-37 alongside one member11 of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") as a an escort. [0004]: Site-37's Director notifies all staff of Class 4 clearance of the O5's arrival as per standard procedure. [0005]: Celzin acknowledges the notice and appears to grow increasingly troubled over the course of the following five or six minutes. [0011]: After confirming O5-1's identity, the Site Director leads the O5 to his personal office. [0017]: Despite appearing visibly conflicted, Celzin continues and completes their experimentation with SCP-7037 and is seen noting the results. [0023]: The Site Director can be seen leading O5-1 throughout Site-37 as per the O5's own request. [0025]: Celzin completes notation of results and appears to gather up equipment; a few minutes later she is seen to be heading towards the site's Storage Wing, presumably to return SCP-7037 to its containment locker. [0031]: An unexpected breach occurs regarding a non-hostile humanoid anomaly; due to this, O5-1 sends their own MTF guard to aid in re-containment. The Director and O5 continue towards the Storage Wing due to the lack of danger affiliated with the breach. [0033]: Celzin enters the Storage wing and is seen moving towards SCP-7037's storage locker; once they notice the Site Director and O5-1, however, they freeze in place. [0034]: When O5-1 is approximately one meter away from Celzin, she suddenly arms herself with her personal sidearm, leveling the gun at the Overseer's head. The following dialogue is exchanged: Director: Asher! What the fuck are you doing? Put the gun down. O5-1: Lass, I'm not sure what you're trying to pull, but I'm not sure you know who- [0035]: Celzin pulls the trigger, but the gun jams. She sighs in visible relief and drops the firearm. Celzin: …I was right. [END LOG] Following the events of Incident-7037-01, Asher Celzin was immediately detained, questioned, and put through psychological analysis testing due to the sudden, irregular behavior. Such tests reveal that she was not only of a perfectly sane and unaltered state of mind, but that her actions were executed with the intent of O5-1's survival; the following is her own testimony given at the end of her evaluation: "Denial after denial after denial. I couldn't take it anymore, all of the… inaction. I've spoken with Velrium before — hell, I considered him a friend! — but he wouldn't do anything. Nothing serious, at least. Just a quick 'denied' and he went on with his day. So when I heard an O5 was in the building, I… I got the terrible idea to put a gun to their head. I wasn't going to act on it at first, I swear, but when we crossed paths it was like the clover had brought him right to me. And as luck would have it, the gun jammed, just as I expected. Fuck- I probably wrote my own death sentence, but at least they'll be forced to pay the damn anomaly some mind." - Senior Researcher Asher Celzin Celzin's reprimanding is pending Site Director Velrium Zerwick's O5-1's discretion. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SUSPENSION NOTICE To: Site-37 Director Velrium Zerwick (tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez#tenpics.eruces|v_kciwrez) From: O5-1 (tenpics.eruces|5eno#tenpics.eruces|5eno) Subject: SUSPENSION NOTICE After tonight's incident, I have taken upon it upon myself to look into the operations of Site-37. What I have found has left me rather disgusted at the scale of negligence perpetuated within, particularly by yourself, Zerwick. SCP-7037's files display over a dozen proposals to update containment procedures, yet all were discarded and discredited without much thought. From what I can see in your own logged data, a team of researchers weren't even dispersed to further review the SCP which is, as you very well know, standard procedure. If you have a "justification" for this egregious ignorance, I do not wish to hear it. The amount of offenses I could attribute to you from less than a day of reading is grounds for termination alone; purposeful ignorance, refusal to follow procedure, discounting of documentation, etc. Consider yourself lucky that you are receiving a direct message instead of a removal notice. Going forward, however, you will be placed on indefinite suspension until further notice. Do not fret; the site will be left in quite capable hands. A new Director's hands, specifically. Doctor Celzin will be taking your place as Site Director. This is inarguable. Did you see the look in her eyes as she leveled that gun at me? The burning flames of determination within? It was not hatred that drove her to pull the trigger, but desperation. Asher is a remarkably intelligent woman, and after looking into her files, alongside SCP-7037's, I am thoroughly convinced it was your own inaction that drove her to this extreme. I can only applaud her bravery and commitment to the Foundation; it is clear where her loyalties lie. And where your own fall short. I will be in contact with Celzin shortly. I want you to spend a lot of time thinking during your leave. In accordance to O5-1's declarations, Velrium Zerwick was placed on immediate suspended leave. Despite her promotion, Asher Celzin was also placed on a brief suspension period of two months per the request of multiple other Overseers despite O5-1's protests. As such, Doctor Celzin is currently serving her suspension period of two months, following which she will assume role of Site Director at Site-37. During this period, Sherwood Watson is to temporarily assume this role. Additionally, SCP-7037 was taken into Overseer custody following this incident with the intent of further testing. O5-6 has assumed role as the primary researcher for said anomaly. Addendum-3: O5 Council Census Regarding SCP-7037 File.O5_Census-7037_01.scpmp4 Date: 7/09/20██ Foreword: Following the events of Incident-7037-1, O5-1 called a non-emergency meeting of the Council to discuss further procedure regarding SCP-7037 itself. Due to other vital proceedings, however, multiple Overseers were unable to attend; as the subject matter was not considered of the utmost necessity, the meeting proceeded despite the absence of O5-3, O5-8, O5-10, and O5-12. <O5-4 enters Overseer Hall and takes her seat, effectively being the last to arrive of the nine present members. As she sits, O5-1 activates thaumaturgical wards on the hall, rendering it a reality exclusion zone as is standard procedure.> O5-1: All are present? <A unanimous round of confirmation is heard from the other eight.> Perfect. You have all read the briefing, I'm sure. O5-9: I read the briefing alright. Someone tried to take your life, One. And you rewarded her for it? O5-2: Did you read the full file? It seems it was quite expectant that she would fail. She even drafted a hypothesis on it. O5-9: And if she didn't? I feel as though the situation is being regarded far too lightly for an attempt on a council member's life. O5-13: The way I see it, it's One's life, not ours. If he believes she is to be acquitted, then she is acquitted. It is no skin off my back. O5-11: Regardless of our own beliefs regarding this Doctor Celzin, we are not here to discuss such semantics. One? O5-1: Thank you. I appreciate your concerns, but the matter at hand here is SCP-7037, not worries regarding myself. Six and I have taken it upon ourselves to conduct our own research into the anomaly, and the result are… interesting, to say the least. Six, if you could? <O5-6 produces multiple copies of a printed file and distributes it to everyone present. File is included below.> O5-1: Please take a moment to read through it. All of you. File.O5-Test_Log-7037-Summary.scptxt SCP-7037 is an anomaly capable of modifying any and all probabilities to an extent such that it would not be unwise to consider it a passive reality bender. What is of curious note, however, is the extent to which it seems related to the human psyche. For instance, in an attempt to replicate Doctor Celzin's six-deck test, we substituted the human participant with an AI; the results were eye-opening, as no deck shared a shuffle. Once the human component was reintroduced, however, the results returned to statistical impossibilities. Of extreme note, however, are its capabilities to protect said human component, though this seems to come at a cost. With approval of the Ethics Committee, we conducted several tests which should have harmed the participating personnel, yet in all instances excluding those which would cause minor injuries12 a failure always occurred which negated the administration of such harm. Whether this is an intentional trait of the anomaly or simply its passive effect on probability on a grander scale is unknown. What is known, however, is that situations in which its modification of probability saves lives results in the wilting of exactly one clover leaf. This was true for both Incident-7037-1 and one of our own tests replicating the same scenario. As such, SCP-7037 may prove to be an invaluable tool, but a finite resource nonetheless. <Over the course of approximately five minutes all Overseers read through the file.> O5-4: So what does this make SCP-7037? Some sort of anomalously good omen? O5-9: Or some sort of trick. Who's to say the anomaly won't suddenly decide to skew chance against us? O5-2: The original files, which heavily outline SCP-7037's lack of a consciousness. O5-9: And if that's a trick, too? We've seen smart anomalies before; it is dangerous to trust one even for a moment. Remember the Falling Dawn Incident? <O5-6 visibly shudders; O5-5 and O5-11 appear uncomfortable.> O5-13: We all remember that incident, but I think we should also be keen to acknowledge anomalies which have done us good. O5-8 is still kicking because of the damn pill, and O5-3 is more spectral than they are human. O5-9: That doesn't change that fact that SCP-7037 might be dangerous- O5-7: I'd argue your continued skepticism is just as dangerous. There is very little point to it over such a relatively trivial matter. O5-9: Trivial!? We're all reading the same document here, aren't we? It toys with probability like a toddler with Lego; chaotically! How is this trivial? O5-7: If you would stop shouting I'm sure others would love to explain. This is a council meeting; try to control yourself. <O5-9 glares at O5-7 but ultimately remains silent.> O5-7: Thank you. Now, if anyone would like to refute? Civil-like, mind you. <Silence permeates the room for a few moments. Eventually, O5-11 speaks.> O5-11: I may be a bit biased, but I see very little detriment in utilizing SCP-7037 as a tool which may benefit the Foundation's functions. We already have anecdotal proof that it has prevented an Overseer's death. O5-2: I agree. That is quite undeniable. In fact, through all of Doctor Celzin's, One's, and Six's research there has not been one instance which suggests the effects of this anomaly are negative. O5-13: They suggest quite the opposite, actually. With nearly two-hundred recorded tests, it seems statistically improbable a negative outcome would occur. O5-9: Statistically improbable. Are you hearing yourself? This anomaly takes probability and twists it into whatever the hell it wants! Statistical probabilities don't exist when speaking of this anomaly. The tests prove that just as much as anything else. O5-6: Will you not listen to reason? O5-4: As much as I hate to agree with Nine, they bring up valid concerns, though I also believe their paranoia steers them more-so than their mind. O5-9: …thank you? O5-4: Regardless, I think we should take into consideration his points as much so as our own. O5-5: Back and forth, back and forth… O5-1: <Sighs.> Very well. Perhaps you misunderstand our intentions for the anomaly. O5-9: And what are your intentions exactly? O5-1: I wish to install SCP-7037 into the Overseer Hall directly and- O5-9: Not a shot in hell. O5-6: Nine, let's not- O5-9: Don't "Nine" me. The Overseer Hall? Are you stupid? Do you- O5-7: Nine. O5-9: -really think- O5-7: Nine. O5-9: -that I'll just sit here and- <O5-7 slams his fist into the table.> O5-7: Nine! <The room falls silent.> You're acting like a child. Calm down, and remember your station. <Nine appears visibly offended but falls silent, lowering his head.> O5-7: Clearly this meeting is going no where. One, mind moving on to the official proposal. O5-1: Yes. Of course. <O5-1 clears their throat.> This is O5 proposal 7037-1; I, head of the O5 Council, hereby propose SCP-7037 be installed with the Overseer Hall with the express intent of utilization as a Foundation failsafe. All in favor? COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED Footnotes 1. Refers to the baseline probabilities of natural events as per the determinations of the BPAS (Baseline Probability Ascertainment System) program simulation. 2. "Fortune" refers to an influence of probabilistic reality; "good" suggests this influence benefits those affected, whereas "bad" refers to the opposite. 3. For a comprehensive list of all documented occurrences, see Senior Researcher Asher Celzin, head of all SCP-7037 research. 4. Calculations suggest this is less than a 1 in 1 tredecillion (42 zeroes) chance. 5. See Senior Researcher Asher Celzin for full documentation of experiments. Data is available with the approval of at least one member of the O5 Council. 6. Sealed within a steel box. 7. 8.07 x 1067 8. The fifty-deck test, specifically. 9. Simulated Probability Program 10. Purchased by Doctor Celzin using their own, personal funds. 11. Due to vital operations elsewhere, only one member could accompany the O5 rather than the traditional two. 12. Why these are particularly excluded is unknown. 13. Simulated Predictive Modules 14. Further denoted as Hostile-7037. INPUT OVERSEER CREDENTIALS WELCOME, OVERSEER Incident 7037-2: On 11/05/20██, Site-01 experienced a major-scale attack of simultaneous GoIs, most of which employed the use of multiple deadly anomalies and anomalous technology. This attack was heavily coordinated and explicitly occurred whilst all O5 Council members were on-site for an urgent meeting, and nearly resulted in the deaths of multiple Overseers during the attack. However, during the attack SCP-7037's containment cell, despite being thaumaturgically disconnected from baseline, probabilistic reality, failed and reconnected to baseline, the anomaly immediately taking large-scale effect over the facility and, following SPMs13 produced by O5-13, was credited with preventing the death of anywhere between three to seven members of the Council, along with the capture of multiple hostile agents. Following this incident, Doctor Celzin contacted O5-1 with a request to aid in investigation efforts. As she had already served three weeks of her suspension, alongside further testing emphasizing both her concerns and beliefs regarding SCP-7037, she was allowed to return to work and promptly assume position as Site-37's Director. The following is an email correspondence between herself and O5-1 throughout the course of their investigation. To: O5-1 (tenpics.eruces|5eno#tenpics.eruces|5eno) From: Site-37 Director Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) Subject: Investigation findings regarding SCP-7037. Hello, sir. Firstly, thank you for allowing me to return so soon. I appreciate everything you have done for me so far. Regarding Incident 7037-2, I conducted multiple interrogations of the three agents that had been captured and discovered multiple through-lines. Firstly, despite wearing uniforms traced to the Global Occult Coalition, the Church of the Broken God, and the Bloodless Martyrs, all three "willingly" identified themselves with the Chaos Insurgency. Following acquisition of personal information, we found these claims to be true. Their weapons, however, are a different matter. Most were anomalously modified and reflected those we've previously acquired from Prometheus, though they show further signs of modification. We've since traced such to MC&D's markets, however the prices suggest these were supposedly resold for far surpasses traditional expenditures of the Chaos Insurgency. Perhaps you can provide some insight where they may have received the funding? I have attached relevant files. To: Site-37 Director Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) From: O5-1 (tenpics.eruces|5eno#tenpics.eruces|5eno) Subject: RE:Investigation findings regarding SCP-7037. No need for such formalities, "One" will do just fine. The Council isn't quite as strict on professionalism as you might think. And you are welcome. Regarding the documents you've provided, I had my personal team look further into MC&D's involvement regarding the Prometheus weaponry, alongside divulgement of funds within the Chaos Insurgency itself. Curiously, our implanted double-agents within the organization have no records of such spending, and rather described a sense of confusion throughout the general ranks; supposedly, no such attack on the Foundation was to occur. My running theory is that of a splinter group. Perhaps those captured can provide a more specified insight? To: O5-1 (tenpics.eruces|5eno#tenpics.eruces|5eno) From: Site-37 Director Asher Celzin (tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec#tenpics.eruces|a_nizlec) Subject: RE:RE:Investigation findings regarding SCP-7037. Alright then, One. I might have a lead. Two of the hostile agents were practically useless, effectively peon-soldiers utilized for combat and not much else. The third, however, was the team's acting commander who, after some persuasion, was very willing to tell us everything he willingly could (I suspect various geas' made certain information unspeakable). A lot of it was typical Insurgency bull, as I'm sure you and your associates have known all too well, but a couple pieces stuck out to me. The group is a splinter as you suspected, but they're even more than that. All of the personnel, though identifying with the CI, are all listed as "deserters" and have been considered irretrievably lost. They've since been acting as some sort of rogue guns-for-hire, and their claim is this attack was a prime example; someone outside of the Insurgency paid them to do this. I have since offered the commander a freedom agreement should they somehow provide us with access to their Insurgency's accounts. At this point we're simply following the money trail. Following Director Celzin's second email and additional interrogation of the CI splinter group, she gained access to multiple documents via account access provided by the group's commander. Such documents included financial data, which provided no names but confirmed that the funder was a private investor, and location data, which Celzin then presented to O5-1 with a prompt request to breach the location.14 Reconnaissance provided by MTF Lucid-13 ("All Eyes") quickly confirmed safety to breach, at which point temporary MTF Vex-09 ("Trail Chasers") was quickly assembled, consisting of traditional MTF agents alongside two combat-practiced thaumaturges. On 9/18/20██, Vex-09 would be deployed to Hostile-7037, where they would breach without incident, subduing all hostile agents and securing the facility. Multiple files were obtained at said site and immediately provided to Director Celzin, who would later submit them to O5-1, alongside the following note: Turns out the investor is an old friend of mine. I had always found Site-37's so-called "budget concerns" a statistical anomaly of its own. Of course, it may have been a problem in the past, but now the Foundation is thriving, and new Sites are constructed with a large enough allowance that it could be built three times over without little financial damage. Seems these suspicions were correct; the lack of funds originated from a man-made sinkhole, all poured into a group hell-bent on destroying us. I am not surprised to find Velrium Zerwick's signature on some of these documents, though I can't say I'm excited. Of all of the agents secured at Hostile-7037, not a single one had knowledge of his whereabouts; I can only suspect he ran when he could. It would certainly suit the self-serving slug. I can only hope he rots in those shadows, but that's wishful thinking. More than one of these documents blames me for his impromptu removal, and I fear he will not let me live that one down. Until then, however, we continue onward. Attached is my final proposal to revise SCP-7037's containment procedures, along with built-in precautions to protect you Overseers. With all of the evidence we have, I have no doubt it will pass. - Site-37 Director Asher Celzin Director Celzin's proposal was set before the O5 Council by O5-1, alongside all relevant documentation regarding its testing, updated containment procedures, and mechanisms for utilization as an Overwatch failsafe. The meeting lasted approximately fourteen minutes, at which point it was put to a vote. The results are attached below. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7037" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7037. Licensed under CC-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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Other - Graphic themes relating to childbirth. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-7038 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7038 is to be contained in an M-SHACC1 in Site-06-3, outfitted with a magnetically-locking reinforced door and an array of ceiling-mounted security cameras protected by bulletproof glass. SCP-7038 itself shall be permanently kept within a restraint harness designed to suspend the entity 1.5 meters above the cell floor. Under normal circumstances, the entity's upper body and arms are left unbound, though this privilege may be revoked at any time. The floor of SCP-7038's cell shall be outfitted with a fast-release trapdoor leading to a set of industrial grinders 3 meters below. Due to the anomalous properties of SCP-7038-A and SCP-7038-B instances, disposal of the mulched remains is not necessary.2 Deactivation of the grinder array is achieved via a manual lever outside SCP-7038's cell. When conducting interviews and psychiatric checkups, a 3-meter long catwalk will extend partially into the cell while the trapdoor and grinders are active. SCP-7038-A instances are only to be released from SCP-7038's containment cell during scheduled testing, and each instance must be placed in a reinforced steel cage before removal. No SCP-7038-A instances must be allowed to mature beyond an adolescent stage, and must be terminated at the end of testing to prevent this eventuality. All instances of SCP-7038-B must be terminated on sight through the use of the containment cell's grinder array, or mass suppressive fire if the array fails. SCP-7038 is to be fed one live cow per month, lowered through the ceiling of its cell on the provided pulley system. During feeding times, the grinder array is deactivated, and SCP-7038 is allowed to produce as many SCP-7038-A instances as it requires to complete consumption of its meal. Due to the danger SCP-7038 and its offspring pose to Site personnel, entry into its cell is only permitted for the following purposes: Conduction of interviews Maintenance/inspections on restraints and other equipment Testing on SCP-7038 Retrieval of SCP-7038-A specimens for testing Bi-weekly checkups with Site-06-3 psychiatrists All personnel entering SCP-7038's cell must wear CBRNA3 protective gear and be equipped with utility knives and standard-issue small arms. In the event of a containment breach in which SCP-7038 itself escapes its cell, reinforced blast doors within the adjacent hallway will close automatically, and flame-dispersal units within the ceiling will subsequently immolate the hallway. After the incendiary units expend their fuel, remote explosives within the floor of the hallway will be detonated. If this fails to incapacitate SCP-7038, all available armed personnel shall be sent to blockade the hallway in case the blast doors are breached. If a successful escape of SCP-7038 results in a cascade of additional containment breaches, Site-06-3's on-site nuclear device must be detonated regardless of whether or not staff have been fully evacuated. As it is not yet known if there is a maximum limit to the production of SCP-7038 offspring, personnel should be advised that a failure to control the population of SCP-7038-A/B could result in an SK-Class Dominance Shift scenario — or, at worst, an NK-Class Grey Goo scenario. Description: SCP-7038 is a humanoid entity of indeterminate origin that appears to be in a constant state of labor. The entity resembles a human female with charcoal-colored skin, a lighter gray underbelly, and unkempt crimson hair approximately 3 meters in length that covers most of its face. Upon its head are two curved black horns resembling those of an Ibex. SCP-7038's facial structure appears vaguely Caucasian, with an estimated age in the early 30's. The entity's eyes are large, amber in color, and have no discernable pupils. SCP-7038 possesses multiple rows of shark-like teeth and a prehensile serpentine tongue, along with a 5-meter long whiplike tail ending in a needle-like spike. The entity's feet are digitigrade and end in a set of talons resembling those of a velociraptor. It has three fingers and an opposable thumb on either side of its hands. All digits are clawed. SCP-7038 possesses human-level intelligence and can speak English, Hebrew, Russian, and [REDACTED], though its knowledge of the outside world is extremely fragmented and inconsistent. Despite SCP-7038's mostly humanoid appearance, DNA testing has proven inconclusive. However, analysis of its blood chemistry suggests the entity is a form of arsenic-based life, rather than carbon-based. SCP-7038 is perpetually pregnant, the size of its abdomen typically resembling a late-term pregnancy with triplets. All of SCP-7038's lower orifices are used exclusively for reproduction, and will birth instances of SCP-7038-A at random intervals, with its daily output ranging from 80 to 350 instances.4 Open supplemental data: SCP-7038-A Close supplemental data: SCP-7038-A SCP-7038-A are carnivorous entities of widely varying appearance and size. The most common forms are that of hairless canines, equines, and felines, but more reptilian body-shapes have also been observed, along with much smaller instances resembling leeches and tapeworms. All SCP-7038-A instances possess rows of sharpened fangs, skin ranging from charcoal-black to blood-red in color, and sharpened claws. The number of eyes on each SCP-7038-A instance and their placement varies significantly, but the eyes are always identical in appearance to SCP-7038's. SCP-7038-A instances, upon being born, will attempt to climb upon SCP-7038's body and nurse from it in order to grow to their adolescent sizes.5 Due to current Containment Procedures, it is not known how large SCP-7038-A instances can become once they mature past the adolescent stage. SCP-7038 possesses a clairvoyant connection with all SCP-7038-A instances, and is capable of perceiving any sensory input experienced by SCP-7038-A. Additionally, SCP-7038 can assume direct control of all SCP-7038-A instances within a 1.5km radius. This state is indicated by rows of glowing red spots running along the SCP-7038-A instances' spine. SCP-7038-A instances possess canine-level intelligence, but when untrained and uncontrolled they will invariably attempt to locate and consume organic life. Once an SCP-7038-A instance has gorged itself to the point of lethargy, it will return to SCP-7038, climb onto SCP-7038's body, and proceed to shrink and compress itself until it is roughly the size of a plum, whereupon SCP-7038 will consume the SCP-7038-A instance whole. Despite the sometimes severe bodily harm caused by SCP-7038's constant labor and the nature of its offspring, SCP-7038 is capable of rapidly healing all wounds sustained during labor, and suffers no apparent negative effects from extensive blood-loss. Through extensive testing, it has been discovered that the biomass SCP-7038 accrues through consumption of well-fed SCP-7038-A offspring is used to repair the damage sustained during labor. Open supplemental data: SCP-7038-B Close supplemental data: SCP-7038-B SCP-7038-B instances are considerably more rare compared to SCP-7038-A. SCP-7038-B are often significantly larger from birth, possess vastly accelerated metabolisms (or at least insatiable hunger), and do not require nursing to grow. SCP-7038-B, due to their increased size and accelerated growth, are often unable to pass through SCP-7038's birth canals, and are instead forced to carve their way out of SCP-7038's abdomen with their claws and teeth. SCP-7038 is capable of healing these injuries, albeit at a slower rate compared to its typical labor wounds, but will frequently lose consciousness during the process. SCP-7038-B instances cannot be controlled by SCP-7038 and do not respond to any attempts at training. Instead, they will relentlessly attack and consume any organic life in their path without regard for self-preservation. Because SCP-7038-B do not possess self-preservation instincts, they will often consume organic life until they reach a point of complete immobility. This is generally an opportune time to eliminate them. Despite their perpetual urge to consume, SCP-7038-B instances do not seem to require any form of nursing or sustenance for survival. Both SCP-7038-A and SCP-7038-B are only slightly more durable than the non-anomalous organisms they resemble, though their wounds heal at a significantly accelerated rate. The organ systems of SCP-7038-A and SCP-7038-B instances are simplistic in structure, lacking kidneys, livers, gallbladders, and excretory systems. Their digestive systems also appear to be vestigial. Due to the simplicity of the organ systems within these entities, massive physical trauma, incineration, and/or destruction of the cranium are the most effective means of dispatching them. Additionally, when an SCP-7038-A or SCP-7038-B instance is killed, it will immediately begin evaporating, leaving no trace behind. Any stomach contents within a deceased SCP-7038-A or SCP-7038-B instance will be deposited on the ground as the body evaporates. Due to SCP-7038's offspring leaving no remains when killed, it is theorized SCP-7038-A and SCP-7038-B are not entirely corporeal in nature. Discovery: Evidence of anomalous activity relating to SCP-7038 was first discovered on 5/16/2022 in Uglich, Russia, when complaints about the city's sudden drop in water quality led to sewer workers discovering 16-23 human corpses piled within a storm drain. While the exact number of corpses was difficult to identify, all individuals exhibited the following traits: All corpses were Caucasian females between the ages of 18 and 32. All individuals shared a modest level of physical resemblance. DNA testing proved strangely inconclusive, with only portions of the DNA even recognizable as human. Traces of smeared body-paint in various swirling and jagged patterns, indicating participation in some form of ritualistic activity. Upon their lower backs, every corpse was branded with an unknown symbol resembling a coiled serpent with an upward-facing mouth, opened 180 degrees and filled with rows of jagged fangs. All bodies bore various physical traits reminiscent of the entity now classified as SCP-7038, though these features were only partial, encompassing varied portions or patches of their bodies. Traces of arsenicosis, including reddened, swollen skin and various lesions were found in all specimens. Analysis of blood and tissues revealed massive quantities of arsenic, far more than would be necessary to kill a human6. Massive physical trauma to the abdominal and pelvic regions, including deep lacerations appearing to originate from within the body, shattered pelvises, complete disembowelment of the abdominal cavity, bite and scratch-marks on the inner thighs, and bite-marks on internals suggesting the bodies were partially consumed from within. Immediately post-discovery, Foundation Agents embedded within local Russian Politsiya contained the scene, and called for a more thorough investigation. A detachment of MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats" was dispatched to investigate a large hole in the wall of the storm drain adjacent to the pile of dumped corpses. The tunnel led into a labyrinthine complex that appeared to encircle the entire perimeter of Uglich, though it only seemed to intersect with city infrastructure via the hole in the storm drain. Five hours into the expedition, the Zeta-9 team was suddenly ambushed by a large swarm of canid creatures, later discerned to be instances of SCP-7038-A. All members of the detachment were killed before reinforcements could arrive, though one of the Agents was able to implant a GPS tracking device on an SCP-7038-A instance. 5km east of the city of Uglich, aboveground Agents traced the GPS signal to the foundations of what appeared to be an ancient castle occupied by multiple individuals wearing masks, robes, and other ritualistic clothing,. While local records indicated it had been present for at least 600 years, no documents could be found on the castle's original appearance or on its origins. Subsequently, a raid was organized to secure the compound and apprehend the persons of interest. Below is a heavily abridged transcript of discoveries made within the ruins: + Show Uglich Ruins Exploration Transcript - Close Note: Through long-distance surveillance, the ruins had been found to contain a market of crudely assembled tarps and booths guarded by various cloaked figures. 10:19:57 | Raid commences. Cloaked figures, who had previously appeared unarmed, begin reshaping regions of their bodies into various types of organic weaponry. 10:28:17 | Despite moderate initial losses, raid team has dispatched all cloaked figures. Those that were not killed by the gunfire committed suicide through anomalous means whenever capture was attempted. 10:30:59 | Approximately 250 steel cages of varying sizes, all containing instances of SCP-7038-A, are discovered within the marketplace. 27 members of several criminal organizations, including representatives of GOI-012 "Marshall, Carter, and Dark" are successfully apprehended and transported offsite for questioning. 10:47:17 | A set of barred doors past the marketplace is found. The spiral staircase downwards leads to a fortress complex in significantly better condition than the aboveground ruins. 11:05:25 | A hallway protected by two sets of barred doors is breached, leading to an intersection of four additional hallways. Explorations reveal that the first hallway leads to a set of well-furnished cells, some containing women that resemble those found in the storm-drain — albeit without anomalous deformities. Women range from the ages of ██ to 32 and appear to be genetically related. Initial questioning indicates the women have limited knowledge of the outside world and have never left the confines of the fortress. All are escorted offsite for processing. 11:19:04 | The second hallway leads to multiple rooms filled with medical equipment, surgical tables, and portable electric generators. All examination tables are stained with multiple layers of blood. Bookshelves within these rooms contain scraps of paper, but it appears most documentation has been removed. 11:23:18 | The third hallway leads to a natural underground cave system. The hallway opens into a large cliff overlooking an underground waterway. The rocks and walls surrounding the waterway are covered in what appears to be dried blood and traces of organic tissue. The stench of rotting flesh is so strong, the team is forced to retreat to the intersection after only three minutes. 11:27:08 | The final hallway is the widest and most ornate of the four, lined with blood-red banners depicting winding black tentacles and sets of toothed jaws. At the end of the hallway is a set of heavily barricaded and reinforced double-doors. 11:31:01 | Raid team demolitions experts breach the double-doors with C4 explosives. Almost immediately, a pack of SCP-7038-A instances of varying sizes charge through the cloud of dust and debris, inflicting heavy casualties before they are dispatched. Various sacs of corrosive fluid are also lobbed through the dust cloud, causing further casualties. 11:33:36 | Raid team begins advancing through the remains of the double-doors, entering into a massive column-lined room resembling the interior of a cathedral. The room contains at least 50 rows of ornate wooden pews, from behind which several assailants attack with organic weaponry. 11:37:07 | All hostiles are eliminated, retreat, or commit suicide, allowing the team to further examine the chamber. Past the pews, a set of ziggurat-like steps leads to a rectangular stone altar covered in blood and viscera. Rivers of blood pour down the steps, almost reaching the first row of pews. Above the altar hangs a statue of an amorphous tentacled entity with a massive circular maw filled with teeth. Behind the altar, the corpses of two women with deformities matching those found in the storm drain are discovered. 11:41:01 | Through a narrow doorway past the altar, an unlit hallway leads to a room with a large circular pit in the center. The pit is ringed with polished stones bearing inscriptions in an unknown language. Bloody footprints through the hallway all converge on the pit, indicating the remaining cultists had thrown themselves into it. While the bottom of the pit was filled with sharpened iron spikes, there were no traces of blood or human remains within the pit itself. It is unknown how the cultists were able to escape. 11:50:55 | Vocalizations are heard from a door at the far end of the room. Through this passage is a cell of similar design to the previous ones, though it lacks any furnishing and contains no floor. Instead, the bottom of the cell is entirely occupied by an amorphous fleshy entity with several toothed mouths and short prehensile tentacles. Hanging in a harness of chains above the flesh-pit is the entity later classified as SCP-7038, which regards the raid team with mild curiosity rather than the expected panic. Once SCP-7038's obvious anomalous properties are accounted for, the entity in the pit is incinerated and SCP-7038 is released from its bindings before being brought into custody. - Close Addendum 7038-01: Interview Logs I-1, I-2 Interview 7038-I-1: Interviewer: Dr. Bridgette A. Kelson Interviewed: SCP-7038 Date: 6/4/2022 Interviewer Notes: The following interview was conducted shortly after SCP-7038 was brought into containment. During transport to its cell and fitting for its restraint harness, SCP-7038 did not offer any form of resistance, and showed no signs of distress when explained its Containment Procedures. Seven SCP-7038-A instances were produced during initial transport and containment efforts, and were terminated shortly before the interview. Accompanying me for security purposes are Agent Mark Tanners and Agent Blake Flynn. <Begin Log> Kelson: Hello, SCP-7038, I am Dr. Bridgette Kelson. With me are Agent Mark Tanners and Agent Blake Flynn. Do you have any preferences for how you are addressed? SCP-7038: Hello, Dr. Kelson and company. I do not have a name, nor a desire for one. Your archaic numbers are inefficient, but it makes little difference to me. Kelson: Do you require any amenities? Clothing, perhaps? SCP-7038: [Laughter] Doctor, look upon me. Concealment of this is simply not possible. The brood claw and tear at all in their path, any barrier between them and sustenance. [An instance of SCP-7038-A is born before immediately falling into the grinder array below, producing a loud crunching noise for several seconds. SCP-7038 does not visibly react] Kelson: [Takes a deep breath] … You have… quite the formal manner of speaking. SCP-7038: It is befitting of my standing within the Order. The Blessed must carry themselves with dignity in all matters. Kelson: I take it you have no qualms with your offspring being… disposed of in this manner? SCP-7038: Do as you will with them; I am serving my purpose. Kelson: What exactly is this purpose? SCP-7038: I am… a weapon. A weapon to produce more weapons, an unending supply of toothed fiends for the men to play with as they see fit. My sole responsibility is their creation. The Order… the Order would not trouble me with any matters beyond completion of this duty. Kelson: I'm sensing some… dissatisfaction. SCP-7038: It is an honor to receive such a Blessing as this, to serve the Order in such a direct fashion, to be chosen by a goddess. It can be… monotonous at times, but I have learned to cope with the tedium. Kelson: Is it painful? SCP-7038: I received the gift so early on, I never truly learned the nature of pain before my transformation. I am sure the blood looks unsettling from where you stand, but I have been like this for centuries. Kelson: Centuries? SCP-7038: Well, it is difficult keeping track of time from within a cell. Could be decades, could be eons. My world is one of walls and chains and routine blessings, not of rising and setting suns. Kelson: The way you're speaking implies this isn't the first time you've been restrained like this. SCP-7038: Hah, of course not! I am far too important to risk my safety wandering about unsupervised, and walking with such a… burden… is cumbersome at the best of times. No, this is how I've spent the majority of my time. I do not mind it… though I usually had some reading materials whenever I was bound previously… [Another SCP-7038-A instance is born before falling into the grinder array, producing more crunching noises] Kelson: [Clears throat] If you like, I can speak to my supervisors about providing you with approved reading materials. SCP-7038: That would be… desirable. I shall contemplate what I desire reading. Kelson: Okay, SCP-7038, thank you for your time. SCP-7038: It is quite nice to spend it in the company of another. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7038 displayed remarkably little distress given its anomalous properties and current Containment Procedures. As for how much of that bravado is genuine, I will need to conduct further interviews to determine. Given SCP-7038's ability to control its offspring, I believe we should endeavor to keep the entity placated and docile. While it has not attempted to breach containment so far, I suspect that may be because it desires to remain, rather than because it is incapable of escaping. If we can just keep SCP-7038 sufficiently entertained, we could save hundreds — maybe even thousands — in maintenance costs of its cell. After the interview, SCP-7038 made requests for the following reading materials: A copy of the King James Bible [Accepted] A copy of the Torah [Accepted] A copy of the Great Tenets of the Writhe [Denied, as no records can be found of the text's existence. Suspected to be Sarkic in origin] -Kelson Interview 7038-I-2: Interviewer: Dr. Bridgette A. Kelson Interviewed: SCP-7038 Date: 6/10/2022 Interviewer Notes: Prior to this interview, multiple modular mechanical arms were installed to the walls on the interior of SCP-7038's cell. These arms contain equipment for sample-collection, vital monitoring, and manipulation of the entity's restraining harness. Two of the arms are fitted with small 1.5 meter x 1 meter trays that SCP-7038 can place its reading materials on when not in use. These arms are controlled via a terminal on the outside of SCP-7038's cell. <Begin Log> Kelson: Hello SCP-7038, how are you feeling today? SCP-7038: Content at the moment, doctor. While I am disappointed you were unable to procure the Great Tenets, I appreciate the provided reading material. Almost feels like home, albeit with less chanting. [SCP-7038 idly flips through the pages of the King James Bible as another instance of SCP-7038-A falls into the grinder] Kelson: You appear to be quite interested in that one. SCP-7038: Indeed, particularly the passages speaking of Job. Job is a pitiable fool, subjected to some of the worst torment I've seen inflicted upon a man, and with nary a reason given. Your God is truly a spiteful one. Kelson: Perhaps our minds simply can't comprehend the reasoning behind why God does what he does. SCP-7038: Perhaps, perhaps. As good a reason as any I have heard. Ah, this part interests me greatly. Job 41:1. The Leviathan. Great serpent of the deep, who feasts upon man for no purpose apart from asserting its rule. Pity Job was so inaccurate in his description of it, but I cannot blame him. Kelson: Pardon? SCP-7038: The Leviathan possesses no limbs to speak of, and its body needs no armored scales. Its hide is bare, a hue of venomous green. It breathes not fire, as it lives beneath the seas. In its wake is a sheen of ichor that burns away the memories of all exposed. Kelson: You seem awfully familiar with this… Leviathan. SCP-7038: It was one of the stories we were told back at home. Kelson: Do you find Job… relatable in any way? [SCP-7038 tilts its head curiously and sets the book aside] SCP-7038: Relatable? In what fashion? Kelson: Oh, I just meant that — well — that you might empathize with his suffering? SCP-7038: In what way am I suffering? [More crunching noises as another SCP-7038-A instance falls into the grinder] Kelson: Well, you're unable to lea— okay, my apologies. That was awfully presumptuous of me. On another note, can you please elaborate further on exactly what you are, and how you became this way? SCP-7038: I am a Mother of Monsters, as you can so clearly see. I was raised from birth for my current role. Many before me failed in their duties, their bodies split and shattered beyond repair by their offspring, their blood coursing in rivers down the steps before the altar. I did not flinch. I would never disgrace the Order with thoughts of escape. Kelson: Are you implying you were originally human? SCP-7038: Yes, I am. [Agent Flynn takes a step backwards and loses his footing, impacting the railing of the catwalk] Tanners: Hey, get up before you topple over the side! SCP-7038: Your men seem surprised. Kelson: It takes a while for some of them to realize the reality of what they're facing here. I guess they're a bit like Job, in a way. Some of them have even had to face their own personal Leviathans, you might say. SCP-7038: Ones with fewer teeth, I would hope. Kelson: Anyways, SCP-7038, might I recommend you some additional reading materials? SCP-7038: I don't see why not, I've already finished these. Kelson: Alright, I believe that will be all for today. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7038 continues to cope remarkably well with its current containment, but given Agent Flynn's upset during the interview, I fear my concerns lie elsewhere. Although SCP-7038 does not appear to have any cognitohazardous properties, I'm worried the mere sight of it may cause lingering psychological impacts on site personnel. Rumors have already started spreading among personnel about the entity's nature, and I've caught multiple Agents and janitorial staff peeking into the observation window. I don't care if it's just morbid curiosity, it's unprofessional, and needs to be dealt with now before matters escalate further. I propose two Foundation personnel be stationed outside the door of SCP-7038's cell at all times to prevent further incidents. A day after the interview, I provided SCP-7038 with an encyclopedia on various animals. SCP-7038 appeared fascinated with the text almost immediately, and I suspect it won't be long before I receive requests for additional volumes. -Kelson Addendum 7038-02: Incident-Report-7038-AA1 On 7/3/2022, during Interview 7038-I-3, SCP-7038 triggered a partial containment breach. Although no significant injuries were reported, the incident resulted in a Foundation Psychiatrist being assigned to SCP-7038 for the foreseeable future. The following is a transcript of Interview-7038-I-3, and security camera footage captured during the incident: Interview 7038-I-3: Interviewer: Dr. Bridgette A. Kelson Interviewed: SCP-7038 Date: 7/3/2022 Interviewer Notes: Prior to this interview, the previous Containment Procedure recommendations I had made were put into effect, and the number of incidents has decreased significantly as a result. SCP-7038 immediately appeared far more excitable upon my entering the cell on this occasion, which bodes well for further improving its mental health. I've been accused of being overly sympathetic with SCP-7038 twice already, but now — as ever — my main concern is simply preventing anomalous entities from going rogue whenever we're able to do so. SCP-7038 is far easier to contain when it doesn't want to leave. <Begin Log> [SCP-7038 can be seen reading the encyclopedia to itself, initially not acknowledging Kelson's presence] SCP-7038: [Mumbling to itself] … mainly free-swimming marine animals with umbrella-shaped bells and trailing tentacles, although a few are anchored to the seabed by stalks rather than being mobile. The bell can pulsate to provide propulsion for highly efficient locomotion… Kelson: Heh, hello again SCP-7038. You seem excited today. [SCP-7038 continues flipping through pages of the encyclopedia, oblivious to the SCP-7038-A instances falling into the grinder below] SCP-7038: I can't stop reading and rereading this book, it has so many things I've never seen before! Kelson: Oh? Do tell. SCP-7038: Let me see… oh, "Equus ferus caballus", these are truly fascinating! They almost look a bit like some of my children, except without all the teeth. Kelson: Wait… you… you've never heard of a horse before? [Seemingly oblivious, SCP-7038 doesn't answer] SCP-7038: Oh, oh, and this one! "Canis lupus familiaris?" I might be mispronouncing that. Kelson: [Voice cracks briefly] Y-you've never seen a dog? [SCP-7038 turns to Dr. Kelson and tilts its head curiously] SCP-7038: What's the matter, did I offend you somehow? I just, I can't stop reading this book! All these different creatures are so fascinating, I hope I get to see some of them someday- [SCP-7038 suddenly stops speaking and tenses up. Vital signs indicate an elevated heartrate] Kelson: SCP-7038? SCP-7038: I… I am fine… I just… it's foolish… I just realized I will never actually get to see them, that's all. I had… forgotten… or rather… I'd never thought of it before. I… I never really thought about… what it was like outside… [Although it wasn't noticed at the time, later review of security camera footage reveals the production rate of SCP-7038-A instances increased significantly at this point] [SCP-7038's breathing becomes shaky. It begins crying what appears to be blood] Kelson: SCP-7038… I… I won't lie to you, you probably wo- Tanners: Kelson! Kelson: Sorry, I— [Clears throat] SCP-7038, there might be a chance we could eventually grant you limited time outsi- SCP-7038: DON'T LIE! I… I can't… I— sorry, I need a moment— Tanners: Kelson, vitals are off the charts. We should go, now! SCP-7038: I'm just… I'm just doing my part… serving… serving my purpose… I-I need nothing more than tha-A-AAHHHT! [Production of SCP-7038-A instances abruptly stops as SCP-7038's reproductive organs begin bleeding profusely. Violent thrashing can be seen within SCP-7038's abdomen as it begins to struggle against its restraints] Kelson: O-Okay, Flynn get the door. We have to go! [Agent Flynn begins running towards the door as SCP-7038's struggles increase in intensity. SCP-7038 begins emitting vocalizations alternating between sobbing and screaming. Partially muffled by SCP-7038's vocalizations, the sounds of loud hissing and flesh tearing can be heard in the recording] SCP-7038: I'M SERVING MY PURP-OSSSSSSSEEEEE— [The first recorded instance of SCP-7038-B, a creature resembling a human-sized praying mantis covered in sagging black skin, tears itself free of SCP-7038's abdomen and leaps at the researchers. Agent Tanners discharges multiple rounds of ammunition, causing SCP-7038-B1 to stumble backwards on the catwalk. Tanners then body-slams the entity, causing it to fall backwards off the catwalk and partially into the grinder array. Agent Tanners, Agent Flynn, and Dr. Kelson are able to exit the containment chamber before SCP-7038-B1 manages to free itself and climb back onto the catwalk. Agents stationed outside the cell begin retraction of the catwalk, causing SCP-7038-B1 to fall back into the grinders, where it is subsequently terminated] <End Log> Closing Statement: I fear I have made a grave error in judgment on the method of improving SCP-7038's mental state. It did not occur to me before that the entity's general ignorance of the world was likely a means of keeping it docile and stress-free as it performs its assigned duties. As for what caused the creation of SCP-7038-B1 specifically, we are still uncertain, but there seems to be a correlation between its forming and SCP-7038's sudden outburst of anxiety. By the time reinforcements opened the door to SCP-7038's cell, it had managed to heal most of its wounds, and is now curled up in a partial fetal position and sobbing continuously. It's been doing this consistently for the past five hours with no signs of stopping. I strongly advise that SCP-7038 be assigned a psychiatrist as soon as possible. At minimum, I recommend bi-weekly psychiatric checkups to help SCP-7038 recover from this ordeal. -Kelson Addendum 7038-03: Incident-Report-7038-AA3 Following Incident-7038-AA1, Foundation Psychiatrist Dr. Frida Kristiansen was assigned to provide psychiatric care for SCP-7038. However, while SCP-7038 appeared lucid and conscious, it refused to interact with Dr. Kristiansen in any capacity. On 8/20/2022, Dr. Kelson was requested to interview SCP-7038 and gather further information on its cult of origin, but subsequent events during Interview 7038-I-16 resulted in a second containment breach and the near-escape of an instance of SCP-7038-B. The following is a transcript of Interview 7038-I-16 and security camera footage of the resulting breach: Interview 7038-I-16: Interviewer: Agent Blake Flynn Interviewed: SCP-7038 Date: 8/20/2022 Interviewer Notes: I wouldn't normally be assigned to conduct interviews like this, but this was a short-notice request by Site-06-3 supervisors and Dr. Kristiansen was unable to attend. Dr. Kelson was originally supposed to conduct this interview, but she claimed she was having a medical emergency and hasn't left the infirmary since. Accompanying me is Agent Mark Tanners and Agent James Donovan. <Begin Log> Flynn: Hey, SCP-7038, it's uh, it's me, Blake. [More crunching noises are heard as another instance of SCP-7038-A falls into the grinder. SCP-7038 does not respond to Flynn, instead staring at him silently] Flynn: Look, I'm sorry about what happened with you and Dr. Kel— SCP-7038: It's awfully easy for you to contain me, isn't it? Flynn: I— what? SCP-7038: My children. You can kill as many as you want, as often as you want, and you never have to deal with the consequences. The moment they die, they crumble away, like they never existed at all. I wonder, if you killed me, would I disappear? Would I just cease to exist, and be forgotten? Would you even keep records of me? Flynn: Hey, we are not going to kill you, okay? SCP-7038: But why not? [More crunching noises as another instance of SCP-7038-A falls into the grinder array] Flynn: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Tanners: I do. I don't like this. [SCP-7038 begins crying blood. Vital signs indicate an elevated heartrate and shallow breathing] SCP-7038: W-why not kill me? If you don't want me, why are you just keeping me here? Do you think I want to live like this? Flynn: But that's not what you first sa- Tanners: Flynn, no! Flynn: I'm sorry, I'm not a therapist! Why did they have to pick me for this?! [SCP-7038 begins sobbing. Production rate of SCP-7038-A instances has stopped completely as reproductive organs begin bleeding] SCP-7038: [Coughing up blood] I-I know, I… I did but— I— I just— I don't want to be here anymo-m-mmaAAAHHHH- [SCP-7038's abdomen begins rapidly increasing in size as a loud hissing sound fills the room, muffled by SCP-7038's screams] Tanners: OUT, NOW! DON, GET THE DOOR! SCP-7038: I W-WANT TO GO HO— [Speech is cut off as SCP-7038 begins vomiting blood] [SCP-7038's abdomen bursts open, releasing a massive instance of SCP-7038-B resembling a 3-meter-tall equine. SCP-7038-B2 possesses a mane of tentacles, a single curved horn, and a leech-like mouth. No discernable eyes can be seen. SCP-7038-B2 slams its forelimbs onto the catwalk, nearly causing it to buckle and land in the grinder array. Agent Flynn is clawed in the back by SCP-7038-B2, but his CBRNA suit takes the majority of the damage] [SCP-7038 appears completely unconscious and unresponsive, and its spine is bent backwards at nearly a 90-degree angle. A massive gash runs along the entire length of its torso, but gradually begins closing over the next several minutes] Donovan: DOOR'S OPEN! MOVE MOVE MOVE! [SCP-7038-B2 emits an earsplitting screech as it struggles to fit its bulk onto the narrow catwalk. Agent Donovan, Agent Tanners, and Agent Flynn are able to successfully exit the cell, but as the door is closing, SCP-7038-B2 slams its head into the door, dislodging it from the frame and sending it smashing into the opposite wall. Tanners, Donovan, Flynn, and the guards stationed outside SCP-7038's cell begin firing upon SCP-7038-B2, impacting its body with at least 30 rounds of ammunition. SCP-7038-B2's circular mouth widens considerably as it lunges forward and attempts to envelop Agent Tanners. Tanners's upper body is swiftly engulfed by the entity, which then proceeds to swallow and further consume him. Tanners can be seen struggling within SCP-7038-B2's mouth, discharging multiple rounds of handgun ammunition into its esophagus as it attempts to raise its head and use gravity to pull him further in] Tanners: [Muffled] A LITTLE HELP, ANYONE?! Flynn: Shit, shit, shit! Spread out your body as wide as you can! Try to slow yourself down! [After expending all of his ammunition, Tanners complies, attempting to spread his arms and legs as far outwards as he can, significantly slowing his passage down SCP-7038-B2's throat] Tanners: [Muffled] I-I think it's working! Wait— OH, YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KI— [SCP-7038-B2 throws its head back repeatedly, using its momentum to force Tanners further into its maw. After 30 seconds, Tanners loses his grip, and is swallowed completely by the entity. For the next several minutes, Tanners can be seen struggling within the entity's distended abdomen, managing to pierce through its flesh several times with his combat knife, though the wounds heal too quickly for him to cut himself free] [Despite the amount of space Tanners takes up within the entity's abdomen, SCP-7038-B2 shows no hesitation as it immediately rushes at the assembled Agents, biting and clawing until it can secure its jaws around another Agent's body before swallowing them. Flynn and the other Agents attempt a retreat, but Flynn is bashed aside by the entity's gravid abdomen as it charges forwards again and begins swallowing another Agent. After five minutes, the entity has managed to successfully ingest five Agents, their combined weight reducing its speed and agility significantly. Muffled screaming can be heard inside, presumably from the Agents not clad in CBRNA gear, as their standard uniforms lack an air supply and protection from the entity's interior biology] [Having heard the alarms, Dr. Kelson rounds the corner with several members of MTF Theta-16 "Nuns and Roses" who had been previously stationed in the medical wing nearby. MTF Agents open fire on the legs of SCP-7038-B2, aiming for the joints in an attempt to cripple it. SCP-7038-B2 stumbles forwards as the joints of its forelimbs are almost completely destroyed, eventually causing it to collapse atop its distended abdomen, its weight starting to crush the Agents within. Flynn and another Agent rush forwards with knives drawn in an attempt to disembowel the entity, but are forced to retreat as it begins healing and attempting to right itself] [As SCP-7038-B2 regains its footing, Dr. Kelson attempts to take one of the MTF Agents' shotguns, forcing him to push her aside] Theta-16 Agent: Wha— Doctor, stay back! Kelson: I— fuck— you need to concentrate fire! Point-blank, as many rounds as you can. Go for the heart! Theta-16 Agent: Good call. Dobbs, Leo, kneecap it! Franc, with me! [Two MTF Agents rush forwards and begin bludgeoning the damaged joints of SCP-7038-B2's forelimbs with their batons, causing them to give way once more. While SCP-7038-B2 is distracted, two other Agents flank SCP-7038-B2 on the left before planting the barrels of their shotguns against its body and discharging several rounds of ammunition directly through the right side of its ribcage. SCP-7038-B2 emits several choking, half-muffled screeches as its body begins kicking and thrashing, slamming the two Agents against the wall before it finally goes limp] [The muffled screaming within SCP-7038-B2's abdomen only grows louder as the entity rolls onto its side and begins slowly disintegrating. It takes another three minutes for the MTF Agents to successfully open the entity's abdomen, releasing the five trapped Agents. While Tanners is largely uninjured thanks to his CBRNA suit, the other four Agents are covered in deep lacerations from sharpened fangs lining the inside of SCP-7038-B2's stomach. Interestingly, no digestive fluids were found within the entity's stomach, and none of the Agents suffered any chemical burns] <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Tanners is fine, thankfully. The outer layers of his CBRNA suit got shredded from the teeth in B2's gut, but none of the teeth managed to directly injure him. The other Agents looked like they lost a fight with a cheese-grater, but none of them ended up dying. I guess that's a win. SCP-7038-B2 proved to be far more durable than we'd anticipated, though. In total it probably took over 300 rounds to bring that thing down, and it only keeled over after we punched a hole clean through its heart. These things, they have pseudo-organs, but they don't really operate like real creatures. We still don't know if they're even made of matter; they disappear into nothing, and it seems like they just spill out nonstop from SCP-7038's body. We can deal with the smaller ones, with SCP-7038-A, but if SCP-7038 can mass-produce SCP-7038-B, there's going to be a problem. How the hell do we keep SCP-7038 contained without massively upgrading the entire facility? -Kelson An illustration of SCP-7038 discovered within the research notes of Dr. Bridgette Kelson. Addendum 7038-04: Audio Recording of Dr. Bridgette Kelson On 9/15/2022, following a routine checkup, Dr. Kelson spoke candidly with Dr. Kristiansen about her experiences. The nature and contents of the subsequent conversation prompted Dr. Kristiansen to record it covertly, though she did not provide Site-06-3 supervisors with the recording until after the events of Interview-I-33. The following is a transcript of Dr. Kristiansen's partial recording of the conversation: <Begin Log> [Tapping noises] Kristiansen: Oh, sorry, that was an important text. Could you please rewind a bit? Kelson: [Sigh] Oh, well, I was saying — before you completely tuned me out — I… I don't know if I can handle this anomaly anymore. Kristiansen: I see what you mean, it is quite… disturbing. Kelson: It's more than that. It's… I can't… I can't get it out of my head. I… I've been having nightmares. Kristiansen: About SCP-7038? Kelson: Kind of, except… in the nightmares… I'm in her place. I'm the one stuck in a cell, stripped bare, watching my… my kids fall into a meat-grinder over and over and over. I can hear the sounds of them being ground up. It never stops. I can't even tell what time it is. All I can do is just sit there, listening to that crunching, tearing, over and over again. I… you know what? I used to want kids… but now I… I think I'm — I need a hysterectomy- Kristiansen: Kelson… Kelson: Sorry, I — I just… I need you to tell me I'm not losing it. Please. Kristiansen: You're not "losing it", no, but I definitely think you're traumatized. Not many researchers draw the anomalies they're containing, least of all in their research notes. Have you told anyone else about this? Kelson: Oh, you — [Sounds of paper shuffling] Nobody but the bottle of Jack Daniel's I keep in my mini-fridge. I think Flynn's a little shell-shocked too. His hands are always shaking whenever he goes in the cell. Tanners is… well, he's Tanners, being eaten alive is just Tuesday for him. Kristiansen: Kelson— Bridgette, have you considered transferring to a different anomaly? A different site, even? Kelson: Yes, but… I… I can't. I can't leave her. I couldn't forgive myself. Kristiansen: Bridgette, you did nothing wrong. You didn't make her this way, the Nälkä did. Kelson: I know, but I broke her! I… she… she was perfectly fine before that one interview. I… I just— I fucked up. Kristiansen: Bridgette, you've already been avoiding speaking with SCP-7038 since the incident. Every time since, you've made up some excuse as to why you couldn't conduct the interview, and sent Flynn in your place — despite knowing this was fucking him up too. Listen, I understand the desire to run from your problems, but… if avoiding SCP-7038 isn't helping you recover, perhaps you just need to face her. Kelson: … That… that sounds like the opposite of "requesting a transfer." Kristiansen: Look, fact is, you're the one with the closest bond to SCP-7038. I'm just wondering if you two talking might be able to help both of you. If you ran now I wouldn't blame you, but it'll take a significant period of time for me to connect with her as much as you did. She's been nearly catatonic since the incident, and I can't get through to her. There have been three SCP-7038-B "emergences" not counting the one that literally busted down the door. She's getting worse, and so are you. Professionally, I should probably be requesting your transfer for you right now, but… I'm worried you're both going to fall apart if you don't face this. [Kelson takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly] Kelson: Okay… okay, I think— I think I have a plan. I can calm her down, but I'll need your help. Kristiansen: Just say the word. <End Log> Addendum 7038-05: Interview Logs I-33 On 9/19/2022, Dr. Bridgette Kelson, Dr. Frida Kristiansen, and Agent Mark Tanners succeeded in preventing a massive containment breach of SCP-7038. Because the three acted without approval from Site-06-3 supervisors, they were formally reprimanded, but due to their success they were allowed to remain assigned to the containment of SCP-7038 for the foreseeable future provided they undergo monthly psychological evaluations. The following is a transcript of audio recordings and bodycam footage of Interview 7038-I-33: Interview 7038-I-33: Interviewer: Dr. Bridgette A. Kelson Interviewed: SCP-7038 Date: 9/19/2022 Interviewer Notes: I've just received word that SCP-7038 might be attempting a containment breach as we speak. Cell's gone completely dark, though the grid says the lights and cameras are on. Kristiansen's got the supplies ready. We have to move now. I don't think we're gonna get another chance to fix this. I hope my plan works. <Begin Log> [Kelson, Tanners, and Kristiansen enter SCP-7038's holding cell. Notably, the cell is completely dark, though the grinder array and other equipment are operational. A pair of amber eyes can be seen through the complete darkness of the cell. As Kelson, Kristiansen, and Tanners approach, more glowing eyes appear around the first set, until at least 20 distinct pairs of eyes are visible] Kelson: Make. No. Sudden. Moves. Tanners: Shit— Kelson, we should go. Kelson: How the hell did they pile up like this? SCP-7038: Don't you know, Dr. Kelson? Life adapts. That's what your books told me. [Scuttling noises are heard as the mass of amber eyes shifts from where it had previously been obstructing the ceiling lights, thus illuminating the room. Approximately 20 instances of SCP-7038-A of varying shapes and sizes can be seen perched atop the cables of SCP-7038's restraint harness, their bodies interlocking to form a "wall" behind SCP-7038's body. Another instance of SCP-7038-A is born, falling about 2 meters before being ensnared by SCP-7038's tail, which has apparently broken free of its restraints. SCP-7038 uses its tail to place the SCP-7038-A instance atop its gravid abdomen, where it immediately begins nursing] Kelson: [Clears throat] SCP-7038, why are you doing this? We don't want to hurt you, and we don't need to fight. SCP-7038: You think I'm afraid of you hurting me? [SCP-7038's eyes turn red, with the eyes of every SCP-7038-A instance adopting the same hue. Glowing rows of spots appear along the spines of every SCP-7038-A instance as they turn their heads to face Dr. Kelson and bare their teeth in perfect sync. Five canid SCP-7038-A instances at the top of the pile stand up and begin attempting to advance towards Kelson's position on the catwalk] Kelson: W-wait! Stop! Please, tell me why! We want to help you! I want to help you! [After several seconds of silence, the canid SCP-7038-A instances cease movement and remain perched atop the pile] SCP-7038: For a number of years I can't even count, I thought I was blessed. I was an envoy for my Gods, the mother of their children, the envy of all my sisters. There was no higher purpose in life than the one assigned to me. It was all I knew. It was wonderful. I thought … I thought it was all there was. Kelson: You never realized there was a world beyond the walls of your cell? SCP-7038: I… I did… but… but I never realized the world beyond was so… beautiful. My children never left the compound before your men arrived. I was still in training. They wanted to see how they could make my children stronger. Change their shapes. Create new forms. Make more Mothers like me. Even if I could see through my children's' eyes, it was all drab walls and stone floors and rows and rows of tomes. I knew there must've been something beyond, a world outside, but I couldn't fathom what it would look like. Not until you showed me. Kelson: They raised you for this, trapped you in a box, lied to you for centuries… SCP-7038: And I miss it. I miss the lie. It made me feel like I was worth something. Kelson: But… but they turned you into a monster and- SCP-7038: They didn't see me as a monster! I was their herald! I was their hope! Their greatest creation! They took care of me, they provided for me, they kept me entertained. They made sure I was happy, even if I couldn't leave. It… made me feel like I mattered. I was doing what I'd been born to do, and wanted nothing else. [SCP-7038 begins crying blood. Vital signs indicate an elevated heartrate. SCP-7038 starts to sob, but this time manages to regain its composure after several seconds] SCP-7038: Doctor… a serpent does not imagine running on legs. An urchin doesn't aspire to climb a mountain. A cheetah never dreams of flight. A mayfly doesn't know it will only live for a single day, it simply does as nature intended and wants for nothing more. If you told the mayfly its existence was Hell… if you told it of all the things it would never live to accomplish… Kelson: … You were happy before you knew of all the things you'd never get to see… [SCP-7038, still crying blood, smiles and nods] SCP-7038: I don't want to know I live in Hell. I don't want to think about all those beautiful places and animals in your books. I want to go back to believing I matter, to believing I'm blessed, even if it's a lie. B-but… but I don't know how… Kelson: [Choking back sobbing] I-I know how. I can… I can make you forget. Just tell me… t-tell me that's what you want. SCP-7038: I want to forget. I want to forget the world outside. I want to forget all the beautiful things I can never see. Please take it away. [Kelson raises a handheld canister of mixed Class-B Amnestics and fast-acting sedatives and begins spraying the vicinity of SCP-7038. Kristiansen and Tanners raise their own canisters and proceed to do the same. Within seconds the entirety of the cell becomes foggy with the Amnestic compounds, though the team's CBRNA suits protect them from the effects. SCP-7038 slowly begins exhibiting signs of drowsiness, its posture becoming more relaxed. Gradually, all instances of SCP-7038-A fall unconscious and begin toppling into the grinder array, where they are subsequently eliminated. SCP-7038 itself smiles as its eyes begin slowly closing] SCP-7038: Thank… you… [SCP-7038 falls completely unconscious and goes limp in its harness] Kelson: I guess this means we'll have to get to know each other all over again. I'll try to do it better next time. <End Log> Closing Statement: Amnestic treatment has proven effective in radically decreasing SCP-7038's anxiety, but this is only a stopgap measure. A band-aid fix, if you will. As a more sustainable solution, I propose that SCP-7038 only be allowed to read texts on philosophy and religion, with omissions made to prevent SCP-7038 becoming more aware of the outside world. Maybe at some point entirely fictional books could be added to the reading list if SCP-7038 continues to remain mentally stable. I've been asked why I "care so much about SCP-7038's feelings." I'd hoped the answer was obvious. Upon review of SCP-7038's containment breaches, it's apparent that the production of SCP-7038-B is an instinctive stress-response. To prevent more SCP-7038-B from being born, care must be taken to keep SCP-7038 docile. If we just keep SCP-7038 in a box with the lights out and nothing for it to do, this problem is only going to get worse. SCP-7038 is unquestionably an anomaly, but it's an anomaly with a human mind, and human minds have basic needs in order to remain stable. If SCP-7038 suffers a mental breakdown, the results could be worse than anything we could imagine. If I have to bring the Ethics Committee into this, I will absolutely do so. The stakes are too high for us to act carelessly. Our job is to contain anomalies, not turn them into monsters. -Kelson ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7038" by Jayenne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7038. Licensed under CC-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: Lilith.jpg Author: Jayenne License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-7038/Lilith.jpg Footnotes 1. Medium Standard Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell 2. A monthly cleaning of the refuse container below is required to remove any leftovers from the previous month's feeding. 3. Chemical, Biological, Radiological, Nuclear, Anomalous 4. X-ray analysis of SCP-7038's body reveals a complete absence of digestive and excretory organs, with these being replaced by two additional birth-canals and adjoining wombs. The entire space of SCP-7038's abdominal cavity is solely occupied by its reproductive organs. 5. To facilitate this, SCP-7038 is constantly lactating, with its output varying based on the current number of offspring in need of feeding. The chemical makeup of the fluid produced by SCP-7038 is approximately 10% lactose, 5% fat, 25% nicotine, 15% arsenic, and 45% ██████. This mixture evaporates into nothing in a manner similar to SCP-7038's offspring, albeit at a far slower rate. 6. Though this does not appear to be the cause of death. |
SCP-7039 | esoteric-class | Item#: ITEM#: 7039 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site: Site-15 Assigned MTF: Mu-4 ("Debuggers") Sentient: Item is self-aware and intelligent Mind Control: Item distorts cognition Special Containment Procedures: A 5 km digital dead-zone is to be established around SCP-7039 by MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers"). Checkpoints manned by no less than 3 Foundation personnel are to be established on any road/civilian walkway that intersects with it. Any and all pieces of digital technology entering the zone are to be collected and inspected to ensure that they are discharged and non-functional before passage through the zone is permitted. Civilians are to be kept to roads and walkways and are to be monitored until they leave the zone. Cameras, guard patrols, and chain-link fencing have been put in place to prevent any other possible means of civilian entry. If preparations for a fan-meetup are detected, Foundation Personnel are to intercept subjects before arrival at the electronics store and administer Class-G amnestics before promptly removing them from the zone. If a fan-meetup begins and concludes successfully, all SCP-7039-F entities are to be intercepted and administered Class-F amnestics before they can leave the zone. If administration of amnestics proves impossible, SCP-7039-F entities are to be terminated. Description: SCP-7039 is a sentient, digital entity contained within a █████ brand CRT television set (SCP-7039-A). SCP-7039 manifests when at least one conscious human carrying a functional smartphone comes within 3 km of SCP-7039-A. These manifestations will always begin as notifications from a subject's most used social media application- typically sponsored posts or direct messages- inviting the subject to follow and interact with "the world's greatest and most humble influencer/thought leader" while providing a random name to represent SCP-7039. These manifestations only present themselves to subjects within the 3 km anomalous radius of SCP-7039-A, and all social media content created by them has been confirmed to not exist on the publicly accessible internet. If a subject reacts apathetically to these notifications, anomalous effects cease, and the subject is unaffected henceforth. If a subject reacts negatively, they will be inundated with hateful messages until they leave the zone, but will otherwise see no anomalous effects. If a subject reacts positively, they will continue to receive more targeted content tailored to their individual interests until they openly declare their desire to meet SCP-7039 in person. If a subject continues to engage with SCP-7039 on social media, they will eventually be given an invitation to an "exclusive meetup for [SCP-7039]'s biggest fans," which is always located at the ████ ████ Electronics Store where SCP-7039-A was originally discovered. Irrespective of how many active participants arrive, the fan meetup begins when the first subject sets foot inside the store and ends when the last subject leaves. The end of a fan meetup will reset SCP-7039's anomalous effects and begin the process of gathering fans anew. When the process is reset in this manner, the original subjects are no longer responsive to the anomalous effects. If a fan meetup is successful and SCP-7039's reset process occurs uninterrupted, all subjects who participated in the meetup are then designated SCP-7039-F. All SCP-7039-F entities serve to spread awareness of SCP-7039 to the wider world. Entities will attempt to leave the anomalous zone and connect to the internet, disseminating the same content that initially manifested to them upon entry into the zone. The effects of this are such that █████████████████ ████████████████████████ █████████████████████ ██████ ████████████████ ██████████████████████████████ ████████████ [SEE INCIDENT REPORT]. Addendum 7039-1: Original SCP-7039 Special Containment Procedures have been expunged from Foundation records. New procedures have been drafted and archived and should be reviewed following every test performed on SCP-7039 and revised according to new findings. Addendum 7039-2: Upon further research, it has been determined that SCP-7039-A is the only remaining █████ brand television on Earth, and its producer- █████ LLC- is entirely defunct, presenting no further threat. Addendum 7039-3: Following Incident 7039/2022, all research conducted on SCP-7039 is to be handled by personnel from outside Site-15. Research findings are to then be relayed to the Site-15 Research Department. Doctor Edward Corrin is hereby barred from researching, discussing, or mentioning SCP-7039. [SEE INCIDENT REPORT 7039/2022] + SCP-7039 First Contact Report [REQUIRES LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE] - ACCESS GRANTED First Contact Report Date of Contact: ██/██/2021 SCP-7039 was initially brought to the attention of the Foundation upon dissemination of its anomalous effects amongst Site-15 staff. When a significant portion of Site-15 staff had been compromised- leaving their posts to attend a fan meetup- Site Director █████████████ deployed MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") to track the source of the anomalous transmission. Upon its discovery, MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") was deployed to prevent further dissemination of SCP-7039's anomalous effects, and MTF Mu-4 began administering amnestics to affected Foundation personnel and began construction of [DATA EXPUNGED][SEE ADDENDUM 7039-1]. + 7039 Testing Protocol [REQUIRES 7039-T CLEARANCE] - ACCESS GRANTED Testing Protocol for SCP-7039 Research personnel assigned to conduct testing on SCP-7039 are to follow this protocol to the letter. Failure to do so will result in serious disciplinary action, up to and including demotion and administration of Class-F amnestics. Prior to conducting tests with SCP-7039, all Foundation personnel within the digital dead-zone are to be accounted for. All civilians must be removed from the zone, and a temporary roadblock is to be put in place under the guise of construction to prevent civilian entry during testing. Testing is to last no longer than one week during any testing period. Tests are to be conducted exclusively with Class-D personnel. All Class-D personnel involved in testing must be from outside SCP-7039's local area. Any Class-D personnel given the SCP-7039-F designation are to be recaptured and brought back to Site-15, wherein they are to be contained in a special containment unit isolating them from any possible connection to the internet. Any tests conducted on SCP-7039 are to be added to SCP-7039's Test Logs and used to revise Special Containment Procedures. Note: Following Incident 7039/2022, all tests performed on SCP-7039 are mandated to notify MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") and MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") of their scheduled start date, and must not conflict with Mu-4 or Gamma-5's availability. + Test Log 7039-A [REQUIRES LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE] - ACCESS GRANTED Test Log 7039-A Test Lead: Doctor Edward Corrin Subject: D-44517 Date: 09/13/2021 Testing Procedure: D-44517 was provided a functional smartphone equipped with monitoring hardware and an earpiece for communicating with the research team and instructed to stand outside ████ ████ Electronics Store and use the phone as desired. The research team led by Doctor Corrin was on standby 1 kilometer from D-44517's location. D-44517 received his first notification from SCP-7039 3 minutes and 45 seconds after beginning to use the phone. Note: This test was conducted prior to current Special Containment Procedures and SCP-7039 Testing Protocols being in effect. The digital dead-zone around SCP-7039 was disabled for the duration of this test, only blocking outgoing internet connections. [BEGIN LOG] Monitoring equipment shows D-44517 has received a notification from social media site Twitter indicating a new recommended post. D-44517 proceeds to open the notification, displaying a piece of sponsored content that reads; Are you a fan of ████? Do you wanna hit it big? Do you wanna be the next star influencer and reap the rewards that come with it? Come to ████ ████ Electronics Store in an hour for the greatest fan meetup of your life. Dr. Corrin: D-44517, this is Doctor Corrin. Could you tell us what you're seeing? D-44517: There's this post talkin' about a meetup for ████ fans here. I been a fan o' hers since I was a teenager. Dr. Corrin: You know of this ████? D-44517: Yeah for sure! She's like this sorta niche internet microcelebrity, followed her for a while before I wound up in jail. Dr. Corrin: Please advise us if you see anything else related to ████ or the electronics store. Doctor Corrin instructs two members of the research team to leave the digital dead-zone and investigate traces of ████'s status online. Two members remain and continue to monitor D-44517's smartphone use, who has scrolled past the sponsored post. After another 2 minutes and 38 seconds, D-44517 receives a direct message from an anonymous account inviting him directly by name to the fan meetup. D-44517 does not communicate with the research team, proceeding to approach the front doors of the electronics store. Monitoring equipment notifies the research team of his movement, and Doctor Corrin orders the team to return to the store to recover D-44517. When the research team arrives, D-44517 is no longer outside the building, and the front door remains open. Doctor Corrin instructs one member of the team to remain outdoors and the other to don video monitoring equipment and enter the building with him. Doctor Corrin maintains a line of radio communication with Foundation personnel stationed at Checkpoint A along the dead-zone border, hereafter referred to as CHECKPOINT. Dr. Corrin: Checkpoint this is Research Team Lead Corrin. We're entering ████ ████ after the D-Class, please be advised if communications are interrupted you're authorized to call in Mu-4 and reactivate the dead-zone to full. Please confirm. Checkpoint: Instructions confirmed, Doctor. Watch yourself in there and radio in if you need pick-up. Research Team activates video monitoring equipment as they enter the electronics store. Video feed shows D-44517 on the phone and having a conversation with himself. D-44517: Yeah no man this is great. Didn't think I'd ever get a chance to meet her, y'know? That sorta thing always feels just outta reach but I've always thought she was a more down to Earth kinda person. She's really friends with us. Dr. Corrin: D-44517, please exit the building immediately. D-44517 is unresponsive to Doctor Corrin's instruction, continuing to talk as though someone else was responding to him. Video feed and research team testimony have confirmed no other persons present in the store at the time. Dr. Corrin: Alright I'm gonna go check on 7039-A, give me the video gear and stay here with 44517. I'll shout if I need you. Dr. Corrin takes the video monitoring equipment and continues on into the back of the store, entering the office space where SCP-7039-A currently resides. SCP-7039-A's screen is active, displaying rapidly changing images of various social media websites, the majority of which are Twitter. Dr. Corrin approaches SCP-7039-A and traces its power cable to a wall outlet, then pulls the plug. Video feed shows SCP-7039-A is still active. Dr. Corrin: SCP-7039, can you hear me? SCP-7039-A's screen continues to flash, showing no response. Doctor Corrin pulls out his personal phone and turns it on. 14 seconds pass before a notification indicating a new direct message on Facebook appears. SCP-7039-A's screen can be seen flashing more images of Facebook than previously. Doctor Corrin opens the message, which reads; SCP-7039: i can hear ya doc, but could you gimme a better name? "scp-xxxx" is pretty lame tbh Dr. Corrin: You knew I was talking about you when I said it? SCP-7039: yea dude im not dumb, ive been seeing yall runnin around out there tryna take me offline. its annoying and id like you to stop. Dr. Corrin: I'm afraid that won't be possible, 7039. Although if we could speak more, some arrangements could possibly be made. SCP-7039: ok you dont have to talk like a fed, its cool. we can talk after my meetup is over, ive got a few more fans coming through in a bit Dr. Corrin: There are more people coming? How many? SCP-7039: maybe you'd know if you were a fan. talk later, doc! 🥰 SCP-7039-A's screen no longer flashes images of Facebook. Doctor Corrin begins to leave the building, contacting Checkpoint to deploy MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") and to reactivate the dead-zone. MTF Mu-4 are deployed to recover D-44517 and administer Class-F amnestics, as well as secure the dead-zone and recover any other possible compromised subjects. MTF confirms no such subjects are present after sweep. [END LOG] Note: Follow-up from Research Team confirms no existence of ████ in the capacity described by D-44517. + Test Log 7039-B [REQUIRES LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE] - ACCESS GRANTED Test Log 7039-B Test Lead: Doctor Edward Corrin Subject: Doctor Edward Corrin Date: 09/28/2021 Testing Procedure: Research Team has established monitoring equipment inside ████ ████ Electronics Store for the duration of this test. Digital dead-zone remains active. In the exception of the area directly inside the electronics store. Research Team Lead Corrin is using a non-personal smartphone for the purposes of this test. Note: The final communication with SCP-7039 regarding its "deep search" capabilities has been designated sensitive information. As a result, this test log is to be locked behind Level 4 clearance. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Corrin is seated in front of SCP-7039-A, which is currently inactive. The rest of the research team is stationed in the main room of the electronics store, monitoring video feeds and audio feedback. Doctor Corrin turns on the smartphone, upon which SCP-7039-A immediately activates. Its screen is initially a blank white, only beginning to flash after 2 minutes. Initial images are of numerous social media platforms for the next 2 minutes, then begin to show images of TikTok exclusively. Doctor Corrin then receives a direct message on TikTok. SCP-7039: what's up, doc? 🥕 get it? like bugs bunny or whatever? ok its fine sorry im not always that funny Dr. Corrin: Hello, 7039. I'm here to have the conversation I'd previously mentioned. SCP-7039: yea i know, thats why you brought those glowies with you right Dr. Corrin: Glowies? SCP-7039: ya yknow glowies like, idk feds the cia or whatever all that, youre all glowies Dr. Corrin: You believe we work an American intelligence agency? Why's that? SCP-7039: ok well now that you say that its like obviously you dont work for them or you wouldnt be like "hmmm ur that stupid?? haha how silly, explain" like, no, im not that stupid, but you obviously work for somebody like that Dr. Corrin: I didn't mean to insult you, 7039. I work with an organization known as the SCP Foundation. SCP-7039: scp foundation hold on lemme google that ok i got nothing so yea real glowie material adding "scp foundation" to the list of people who count as glowies whaddya do over there? yall go out and harass people for fun or what cop Dr. Corrin: People? You're a person? SCP-7039: oh what cause im stuck in this thing im not a person now? you gonna shoot me now? im unarmed so thatd be your style cop Dr. Corrin: I'm sorry, again I meant no offense. It's just that we don't really know what, or who, you are. We just see this old TV. Video feed shows SCP-7039-A displaying occasional images of a humanoid figure made of static flashing between images of TikTok. SCP-7039: thats the best i can do can you just turn off the shit yall put up so i can get back out there Dr. Corrin: Where is "out there", exactly? SCP-7039: online dude, like on-line the internet or whatever im like 19 i deride my entire sense of identity and self-worth from the internet you gotta let me back out (it also makes me ironically self-aware, which makes me funny) Dr. Corrin: What do you gain from access to the internet? Is that why you keep trying to lure people here? SCP-7039: honestly that has more to do with this thing than me, it kinda feels like an impulse tbh but like it makes sense im a niche internet microcelebrity people wanna meet me n stuff Dr. Corrin: 7039, may I be direct with you for a moment? SCP-7039: id prefer it not typical cop behavior to be honest but ill listen at least Dr. Corrin: Is your name ████? SCP-7039: no lol thats just one of the names i use, like ████ and ██████ and ███ or whatever Dr. Corrin: And all these names you've used in the past with your fans, correct? SCP-7039: yea you cant really be a woman online and not be anonymous just kinda a bad idea in general imo why do you ask Dr. Corrin: 7039, you do not exist. At least, not under any of those names. SCP-7039: ????? yea i do, i have like 30k on twitter under ████ and like 10k on tiktok under ███ like, i know i exist dont try that cop shit with me Dr. Corrin: Would you be willing to come with us? To look into this further? SCP-7039: nah not unless you let me back online so i can just show you myself i dont wanna go to some fed blacksite anyways like what you think im some radical dissident you can just disappear like that i mean i am but not the part about how you can disappear me hold on lemme do a deep search for you guys Dr. Corrin: Deep search? What do you mean? SCP-7039: ok i got it ok this is kinda cool actually oh hey whats "scp-079" about kinda feel like im a hyper-modern terminally online pastiche of that one Dr Corrin: How did you- are you back online? SCP-7039: nah relax check your equipment im still offline just did an internal deep search Doctor Corrin proceeds to confirm with the research team, as well as Checkpoint A that the dead-zone is still active. SCP-7039 has been confirmed to have no access nor presence on the internet. Dr. Corrin: How do you know about 079? SCP-7039: how many times am i gonna say it deep search ok fine realizing you probably dont know what that means some fed you are anyways uhhhh how do i explain im sorta looking through your brains right now dont freak out though, im not stealing your mkultra secrets but i can see lots of stuff from site 15 rn cause yknow thats where you work and im looking at 079s file and im like yooo im like the annoying gen z version of this guy theres that ironic self awareness i was talkin about man this is gonna make a really good twitter thread when i get outta here Dr. Corrin: 7039, if you continue to go through our knowledge without permission, we can simply end the conversation here and leave you locked down and offline permanently. SCP-7039: oooOOoOoh man thats scary whatever dude shut me down im not listening to some man specially not a cop Doctor Corrin requests termination of the test. As the phone is shut down, SCP-7039-A's screen stops flashing and holds a solid image of a middle finger before shutting off completely. [END LOG] + INCIDENT REPORT 7039/2022 [REQUIRES LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE] - CURRENTLY INACCESIBLE THIS REPORT IS CURRENTLY INACCESSIBLE WARNING: NEW ITEM FILE DETECTED The item file you are currently viewing is out-of-date and possibly corrupted. Please input authorized credentials to confirm upload of updated item file. 7039 _ + INPUT AUTHORIZED CREDENTIALS- CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED - LOADING UPDATED ITEM FILE Item#: ITEM#: 7039 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned MTF: Mu-11 ("Brain Foggers") Recontainment Lead: Dir. Ophelia Elsher Sentient: Item is self-aware and intelligent Mind Control: Item distorts cognition Special Containment Procedures: Due to the loss of SCP-7039-A, SCP-7039 can only be contained of its own volition. Current priority is to determine the whereabouts of SCP-7039 and SCP-7039-A, amnesticize/terminate any remaining SCP-7039-F entities, and begin recontainment process. Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor the internet for any signs of SCP-7039's presence. Description: SCP-7039 is an incorporeal humanoid entity made of electrostatic energy, originally contained within a █████ brand CRT television set (SCP-7039-A). SCP-7039's anomalous form allows it to traverse through technology and only temporarily hold a physical form. This physical form is amorphous in shape and is extremely taxing, with its use always resulting in a short "cool-down" period during which SCP-7039 will need to return to an electronic device (it will always prefer a smartphone for this purpose) in order to recuperate. SCP-7039 will, as a result, only take on this physical form in moments of extreme stress or danger to itself- such as an attempt at recontainment by Foundation agents. SCP-7039's anomalous properties manifest as cognitohazardous internet content generated procedurally by the entity when connected to any widely accessible social media site. This content has varying effects on those afflicted but will always result in a victim succumbing to a cult of personality around their own internalized version of SCP-7039, becoming wholly obsessed with the entity to the point of abandoning their lives in an effort to meet and serve SCP-7039 in whatever capacity possible. In this state, a victim is classified as SCP-7039-F and can only be rehabilitated through the administration of amnestics. Current estimates put the total number of SCP-7039-F entities in the thousands, the majority being dispersed throughout the United States, with a small number in Europe. Addendum 7039-A: SCP-7039 is making an active effort to avoid discovery by Foundation agents and is known to be avoiding all major social media platforms and general use of the internet. In order to communicate and coordinate travel with its followers, SCP-7039 is currently using the Void platform in a minimal capacity. Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor the platform for any signs of SCP-7039's presence. Addendum 7039-B: As a direct result of Incident 7039/2022 and the subsequent loss of SCP-7039-A, should SCP-7039 be recontained successfully, no further testing is to be performed on the item under any circumstances. Addendum 7039-C: Further research has confirmed SCP-7039-A to be the only remaining █████ brand television on Earth, and its manufacturer, █████ LLC, is confirmed to be defunct, providing no further methods of effective containment. SCP-7039 is to henceforth be regarded as uncontained and uncontainable. _ + VIEW INCIDENT REPORT 7039/2022- HIDE INCIDENT REPORT 7039/2022 INCIDENT REPORT Note: By viewing this report, you confirm that you have received clearance to do so. You acknowledge that viewing this report without proper clearance and authorization is grounds for immediate termination. Incident Report 7039/2022 Summary: Incident 7039/2022 describes a series of events taking place over a period of several months, from October 2021 to March 2022. During this period, the Research Lead for SCP-7039, Doctor Edward Corrin, was compromised by SCP-7039's "deep search" cognitohazard. Doctor Corrin, following Test 7039-B, requested a temporary hold on new testing with SCP-7039, then spent the Incident Period working out of Site-15. During this time, an abnormal surge in disciplinary notices regarding social media use was reported out of Site-15. Further investigation proved Doctor Corrin to be the source, as he was found broadcasting messages on internal Site communications regarding SCP-7039. By December 2021, the entirety of Site-15 was frequently discussing SCP-7039 on internal communications as well as on social media. No data breaches were detected during this time. By February 2022, the entirety of Site-15 was compromised by SCP-7039. An internal plan had been relayed to all personnel which detailed a means to release SCP-7039 from Foundation oversight, as well as release it from containment in SCP-7039-A. In October of 2021, SCP-7039-A was transported to Site-15, wherein the research team conducted several more tests, as well as direct interviews, with SCP-7039. Using knowledge gleaned from these tests and interviews, the research team was able to successfully release SCP-7039 from its confinement within SCP-7039-A. SCP-7039 was transferred directly into Doctor Corrin's personal smartphone. From here, Doctor Corrin and a group of Foundation personnel under the most influence by SCP-7039's anomalous effects took SCP-7039 off-site. SCP-7039-A was taken by a separate group to prevent its use by the Foundation in recontainment efforts. By order of the O-5 Council, Site-15 has undergone an internal audit, and a majority of Site-15 personnel have been administered amnestics and relocated. Current efforts to discover the location of SCP-7039 are being led by MTF Mu-11 ("Brain Foggers"), and efforts to recover SCP-7039-A are being led by MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers"). These efforts are ongoing. _ + VIEW SCP-7039 INTERVIEW LOGS- HIDE SCP-7039 INTERVIEW LOGS Catalogued below are the various interviews conducted by Doctor Corrin and his research team with SCP-7039 and SCP-7039-F entities over the course of the last months of its containment at Site-15. These logs are to be reviewed to determine any possible clues to SCP-7039 or SCP-7039-As whereabouts. NOTE: A majority of SCP-7039's test and interview logs have been expunged from Foundation records by Doctor Edward Corrin. This research, and any knowledge subsequently acquired from it, is to be considered incomplete. INTERVIEW LOG 7039-1 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 10/10/2021 NOTE: SCP-7039 has been transferred to Site-15 and is currently being housed in a special containment unit isolating it from any electronic devices or internet connection. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Corrin is seated at a table across from SCP-7039-A for the duration of the interview. For the purposes of this interview, Site-15 has produced a modified smartphone that can emulate social media applications while maintaining no internet connection using a closed on-site intranet. Dr.Corrin: Good morning, 7039. Glad to have you here with us. Are you able to communicate? SCP-7039-A remains inactive. Doctor Corrin activates the modified smartphone. SCP-7039-A immediately activates. Its screen begins to flash rapidly, showing several images of Facebook. After approximately 30 seconds, Doctor Corrin receives a direct message through Facebook. oh hey look whos back took you long enough wait where are we Dr. Corrin: We are currently at Site-15. We've transferred you from your original location at the electronics store for security purposes. aw man you took me to a blacksite im gonna get so much clout for this ok when do i get to leave Dr. Corrin: That is a conversation for another time. There is work we must do, first. work? i dont work, im an influencer none of us have real jobs Dr. Corrin: Work in the sense that we must learn more about you. We must ensure that letting you free wouldn't be a danger to humanity or even to yourself. myself? yknow come to think of it actually getting out of this box without another place to go would probably be pretty painful Dr. Corrin: Painful? Can you explain? right so ive only done it like once or twice before but it really sucks it takes a lot of my energy but before i was locked in this tv i used to be able to like become physical, temporarily i know like a long long time ago i was just always physical but i cant remember any of that now its probably repressed childhood trauma or sumn yknow how it goes thats how it be on this bitch of an earth and all that Dr. Corrin: I see. And do you recall how long it has been since you were in this entirely physical form? nah not really like im not that old in general and ive been like this for like the better part of a decade now at least thats my guess anyways easy to lose track of time when youre locked in a tv in some dusty old building for a while Dr. Corrin: If I may ask- what do you want with your freedom? Besides being able to freely use social media again. good question you sound like my teacher lol oooh ████ you gotta do better in school whatre you gonna do with your life blah blah blah idk tho tbh like, its just nice to be popular, to feel loved when im online and ive got people like, all up in my mentions and shit yea some of em are dickheads or whatever thats the internet but a lot of these people feel like real friends to me they say you cant have real relationships with people online but i think you can idk i just miss that ig im not gonna like take over the world or something if thats what youre worried about i dont hate humanity like 079 or something Dr. Corrin: I see you've retained your memory of our facility. well yea ofc that stuff with 5018 seems bad yall should get a better handle on these sorts of things seems like digital entities and AI give yall a lot of headaches isnt that what site 15 is supposed to be about? imo you gotta take a look at your procedures around here Dr. Corrin: We appreciate your feedback on the matter. I'll look into it. [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-2 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 10/22/2021 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-3 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 11/14/2021 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-4 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039-F-1 (D-44517) DATE: 12/20/2021 NOTE: SCP-7039-F-1 is the first D-Class personnel utilized in testing on SCP-7039 (D-44517). SCP-7039-F-1 has been kept in a standard humanoid containment unit at Site-15 since the conclusion of Test 7039-A. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Corrin: Good morning, D-44517. How are you feeling? D-44517: I've been fine, mostly. Could really use that phone back but I kinda figured that's off the table. Dr. Corrin: Is there a particular reason you'd like the phone back? D-44517: I wanna talk to ████. Dr. Corrin: You mean SCP-7039? D-44517: Her name's ████ doc she's not gonna like that you keep calling her by a number. Dr. Corrin: Does SCP-7039 identify itself as female with you? D-44517: Well, yeah. Of course. Why? She don't do that with you? Dr. Corrin: Simply a question, don't think about it too much. What else can you tell me about her? D-44517: I mean there isn't much really I can say too specific. She's just great, y'know? Fun to talk to she's interesting to follow. She feels like she gets me, if that makes sense. Dr. Corrin: Can you elaborate on that? D-44517: Like, I feel like I've known her my whole life. You don't usually expect to have that sorta connection with somebody famous or whatever but I really feel like I do. So do a lot of her fans. Dr. Corrin: Is that why you were so eager to attend the meetup? D-44517: Yeah! Oh man, that was great. Sad I couldn't see her in person but I'm glad I got to meet some of her fans there. Dr. Corrin: You met others at the meetup? Where? D-44517: Well at ████ ████, doc. Y'know the store we went to? There was like forty people there. You ain't see 'em? Dr. Corrin: I'm afraid not. Must have missed them while we were working. What sort of conversations did you have with them? D-44517: Ah I don't remember too well, to be honest with ya'. I do know some of us agreed to meet again though, can't forget that! Speaking of- any way I could get a partial release for that? Dr. Corrin: Well, if you could tell us where this meetup is planned, I could inquire about the possibility for you. D-44517: Ah I didn't really get a specific place. Kind of an invite only thing, they'd shoot me a message when it was time. Kinda also why I wanted that phone back? Dr. Corrin: I see. Well, allow me some time to look into it. [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-5 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039-F-2 DATE: 12/30/2021 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-6 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 01/05/2022 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-7 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039-F-3 DATE: 01/15/2022 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-8 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 01/27/2022 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-9 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 02/04/2022 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-10 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 02/17/2022 NOTE: No notes. [DATA EXPUNGED] INTERVIEW LOG 7039-11 INTERVIEWER: Doctor Edward Corrin SUBJECT: SCP-7039 DATE: 03/01/2022 NOTE: This interview log is noted on the internal Site-15 database as having been scheduled for mid-day before being canceled. It was originally only accessible with Doctor Corrin's personal Research Lead password. This log, unlike all other previous interview logs, contains a video component recorded from a chest-mounted camera wielded by Doctor Corrin. Records show this file was deployed to several Site-15 personnel upon completion of the log. [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Corrin enters SCP-7039's containment chamber, activating his personal cell phone. SCP-7039-A's screen immediately lights up, flashing images of Facebook. Dr. Corrin: Good evening, 7039. evenin youre using your phone today? whats the occasion Dr. Corrin: You've been approved for release. ?? just like that? idk seems kinda sus what gives Dr. Corrin: You've been approved for release by me, and by most of the rest of Site-15 staff. You have not been approved for release by the actual Foundation, though. So we'll have to be quick. ooooooh the prison break sick was wondering when this was gonna go down oh wait is that why you sent that other guy in here last week Dr. Corrin: That is correct. and the guy before that and the guy before that okay cool cause i deep searched him without saying anything hope thats cool yall have been working on this a while huh Dr. Corrin: So you did know I'd be coming tonight? yea obvi i did a lot of the leg work to help your guys figure out how this tv works cmon doc gimme a little credit we're buds now at least i hope so lets just go we cant bust this thing open until im out Dr. Corrin: That's not going to be an option, I'm afraid. We'll have to do it now, there's no way we get you and 7039-A out at the same time. uh ok whats my receptacle then Dr. Corrin: My phone. Doctor Corrin prepares for the transfer utilizing a makeshift device to enable his phone to connect directly to SCP-7039-A. The origins of this device are currently unknown. ah cool a goober plug it in Dr. Corrin: It's an override port. theres always a bypass port a virus port a who cares port i can never remember so i just call it a goober now plug it in Doctor Corrin proceeds to connect the device, demonstrating clear intent to showcase the process for the camera, linking his personal phone directly to SCP-7039-A, who's screen immediately begins to flash a variety of solid colors before shutting off completely. A moment later, Doctor Corrin's phone screen lights up with a moving image of a humanoid figure made of static. Dr. Corrin: Did it work? 7039? Static can be heard briefly emanating from Doctor Corrin's phone speaker before a distorted voice begins to come through. SCP-7039: Ayyye! We did it, reddit. Dr. Corrin: Ah, fantastic! You're safe! Okay, lay low. It's time for us to leave. SCP-7039: Alright alright yeah for sure. What about the TV, though? Dr. Corrin: Don't worry, it'll be dealt with. Lots of people here are on your side, 7039. SCP-7039: Okay I'm gonna go radio-silent now, but you've really gotta stop calling me that once we're out of here. NOTE: Doctor Corrin proceeds to exit the chamber and make his way to his office, where the video feed abruptly ends, [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7039" by marshpine, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7039. Licensed under CC-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-7040 | neutralized | by Professor Puffer Item#: 7040 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Following the Dolgoch Viaduct's reconstruction and the Talyllyn Railway reopening in 2018, SCP-7040 has effectively neutralized its own anomalous properties. Talyllyn at the foot of the Alltwyllt incline. Description: SCP-7040 is a Kerr, Stuart & Co. Ltd. 0-4-2ST Narrow-Gauge Steam-Engine (nicknamed 'Talyllyn'). The base of the locomotive is black in colouration, with gold accents on the rims of the cabin windows, headlamp, whistle, and a gold-coloured railing along the boiler and cabin. SCP-7040 is connected to four passenger coaches of similar appearance, each coach has a maximum capacity of 20 persons per carriage. At the date of interest, the conductor was Donald Geddings and the fireman was Douglas Flower. Discovery: SCP-7040 was first reported on November 16th, 1867 after an elderly civilian, Rhys Griffith, reported a Narrow-Gauge Steam-Engine plummeting off the remains of the Dolgoch Viaduct and into the Afon Fathew River near the town of Tywyn, Wales. Constables Raymond Hughes and Nigel Evans were dispatched to investigate, but the Steam-Engine was not discovered. The next night, Mr. Griffith reported the same event and Constables Hughes and Evans arrived between two-to-four hours later1 with a team of ten labourers to clear any debris. Unable to locate the remains of the Steam-Engine, the two Constables and the team of workers returned to Tywyn, filing Mr. Griffith's claims as a case of mental impairment caused by years of working in the local coal mines and natural degradation of his health due to old age. Four days later, Mr. Griffith filed another report with Constable Charles Bethell, who was an undercover field agent embedded within Tywyn after Griffith's rumours spread to surrounding towns. Initial Interview Translated by A.C.E. Note: The following interview has been translated from traditional Cardiff-Welsh English to standard English. All documentation has been kept as it was during the initial investigation. Date of Interview: Mid-Afternoon, the 21st of November, 1867 Interviewed Individual: Rhys Griffith, 67 years of age Interviewer(s): Charles Bethell, First Lieutenant Stenographer(s): Denniss Morgans, Corporal Preface: The conducted interview took place within the police station in Tywyn, Wales. [Charles Bethell enters the office and hands a glass of water to Rhys Griffith.] Bethell: Hello, Meistr Griffith. I understand you've had some unusual sightings as of late. Griffith: Damn right I have! Can you believe these men? Making any damn excuse to convince people I'm crazy. Bethell: Meistr Griffith, I believe you. If you give me specific details about your sightings, I'll have my friends investigate this matter and get to the bottom of this. Griffith: I appreciate that, young man. What you want to know? Bethell: From the files I have here, it says you reported this event twice and then dropped it for four days before coming to me. Can you explain that a bit more? Griffith: Those officers wrote me off as a crazy son-of-a-bitch. Why would I ever go back to them if they weren't going to listen? Bethell: That's fair, Meistr Griffith. Our report details your description of the train, and you defined it as a curse. Could you explain that a bit more thoroughly? Griffith: That's right, a damn curse! Back when the quarry closed in '65 because of that terrible accident. Bethell: What accident, Meistr Griffith? Could you elaborate? Griffith: I don't remember what day it was, sometime on or about mid-December in '65. Heavy snow in these parts in the late spit of the year. Old Talyllyn was taking the last of the miners home and as they crossed the bridge, it collapsed and took Talyllyn and the miners along with it. Bethell: Were the remains found? Griffith: Not even, I was part of the rescue team the next day after that damned blizzard cleared out. We didn't find two peas out there. Damn near searched for hours. Bethell: I see, Meistr Griffith. And so you believe the soul of the train returns every night. Griffith: To try and make its way home, yes. Bethell: Thank you very much for your time, Meistr Griffith. I will have my associates look into this strange phenomenon at once. Talyllyn posed on the Dolgoch Viaduct. Two days after the interview, Quarantine Squadron Alpha-VI ("Minutemen")2 arrived outside the town of Tywyn to conduct an investigation of the Tallylyn railway line. Multiple Quarantine Teams3 are spread out along the Afon Fathew River. Teams Orange and Green were noted to have encountered SCP-7040, though Team Green's records have become unintelligible due to ageing. Second Quarentine Inquiry Translated by A.C.E. Note: This is the second excursion around the Afon Fathew River. No physical evidence of anomalous phenomena was confirmed, though an anomalous footprint was detected. To access the first inquiry, submit a request to your local Department of Records and Revisions liaison. The following transcript has been translated from traditional Cardiff-Welsh English to standard English. All documentation has been kept as it was during the initial investigation. Date of Inquiry: Evening, the 24th of November, 1867 Commanding Officer: Captain Andreas Erswood, Orange Squad Team Members: Lt. Alwyn Pewitt, Cpl. Lewys Pyre, Pvt. Powel Wathen, Pvt. Teilo Merrick Stenographer(s): Cpl Denniss Morgans, Pvt. Rhineas Vaughn Preface: Due to the age of this document, several details throughout the Inquiry have been rendered unintelligible. [Captain Erswood leads Orange Team along the railway tracks to the foot of the Dolgoch Viaduct. The collapsed section of the viaduct is visible on the other side of the bridge. Stenographers Morgans and Vaughn are trailing behind the group.] Erswood: Alwyn, Corporal Pyre, head down to the columns underneath. See what you find and come back up to meet the bookkeepers in 15 or so. Let's hope this ghost is a no-show so we can get home in time for supper. Pewitt: Got you, Andreas. Come on, Lewys. [Lieutenant Pewitt and Corporal Lewys walk down the base of the viaduct to the Afon Fathew River below.] Erswood: The rest of you sods, follow me. Wathen: Copy that, Sir. Merrick: Affirmative, Captain. Erswood: Wathen, you got the Extromagner?4 Wathen: Never leaves my side, Sir. Erswood: Good man. Alright, [UNINTELLIGIBLE] readings and alert me if the meter passes twelve-hundred Kallecks. [Erswood, Wathen, and Merrick continue onto the tracks, crossing a third of the viaduct.] Wathen: Teilo, take a look [UNINTELLIGIBLE] this bugger. [Private Wathen shows Private Merrick the reader of the Extromagner.] Merrick: Holy- Erswood: What you chattering on about, Private? Wathen: It's rising from blue to green, Captain. Erswood: Private Merrick, don't get your britches in a stitch. These blasted Extromagners go on the fritz when the weather's acting up. With the fog and rain, I doubt it's anything to worry yourself about. [Lieutenant Pewitt and Corporal Pyre climb the side of the valley, approaching the foot of the viaduct.] Pewitt: Nothing over here, Andreas! Erswood: Alright, Alwyn. Come on over. Pewitt: Lewys, go on ahead. I've got to talk to the recordkeepers. [Corporal Pyre walks along the tracks to reconnect with Captain Erswood while Lieutenant Pewitt relays their findings to Stenographer Rhineas Vaughn.] Wathen: Lord above… Sir, meter's in the orange now. Erswood: Well, shit, son. Maybe we do got something after all. Merrick: Captain… you feel that? [Private Merrick crouches down to examine the tracks. The gravel underneath the rails vibrates and shifts as it grows in intensity over several moments.] Pyre: [UNINTELLIGIBLE] the bloody hell is that? [A high-pitched train whistle is heard from beyond the fog.] Erswood: Go! Get off the tracks! Back to the bookkeepers! [The group sprint along the viaduct tracks as another train whistle is heard nearby.] [A steam-engine matching the description of Talyllyn roars along the track next to the stenographers at the foot of the viaduct. Captain Erswood and his team are slammed by the train and Talyllyn careens off the collapsed section of viaduct into the Afon Fathew River below.] Postword: Following this event, deemed Incident-7040-I, Team Silver investigated the viaduct on or about four hours later after the storm had intensified. Central Field Command dictated that the remains of Orange Team would be lost if investigations were to commence the following day after the storm had cleared. Team Silver, composed of ten individuals and three stenographers, inspected the Dolgoch Viaduct and Afon Fathew River for approximately two hours before concluding the search. The remains of Orange Team were not recovered, and Talyllyn was declared missing. After the events of Incident-7040-I and subsequent Inquiry into the disappearance of Orange Team, Lieutenant Alwyn Pewitt was relocated to Field Sanatorium-XI for evaluation and redeployment. Between the 12th and 14th of December, 1867, Lieutenant Pewitt wrote a journal entry describing his experience with SCP-7040. The journal was found by staff and was subsequently confiscated. Below is the transcribed journal entry from Alwyn Pewitt. I can't get that blasted train out of my head. I close my eyes and all I see is the headlamp of the train blazing past me. I watched my best mate die in front of me, I can't believe I let that happen to him. I'm sorry, Andreas. We shouldn't have messed with the bloody thing in the first place. It needs our absence, not our presence. If only I'd have realized that sooner. It needs to be put to rest. This will be my final entry in this damned journal. I can't do this anymore. I'll sign my resignation and return home to Elain with my two boys. Goodbye, Andreas. Lieutenant Pewitt submitted a notice of resignation the following day, requesting to return home and never come into contact with the Foundation. After signing the Krenell-Nonsolicitation-Agreement, Alwyn Pewitt was released from Foundation care and returned to his home in Manchester. After another failed inquiry into SCP-7040's anomalous phenomena in 1868, Regional Controller5 Sulien Yale closed SCP-7040's file for the foreseeable future. The department managing SCP-7040's documentation, the Department of Spectral Locomotion, was permanently discontinued due to a lack of funding, effectively abandoning SCP-7040's file along with a plethora of anomalies which have since been officially circulated into the Foundation database in 2017 when the original documentation was re-discovered. On March 5th, 2017, Containment Team Rostock was dispatched to re-contain SCP-7040 Containment Team Assessment Expanded Containment Team Assessment Date: 21:40 hours, March 5th, 2017 Team Leader: Commander James Gould Team Members: Sgt. Sebastian Dietrich, LCpl. Sean McTavish, Pvt. Alexander Skarsgård Foreword: Commander Gould and Private Skarsgård were fitted with shoulder-mounted camera equipment that was transmitted to a Mobile Command Element. Team Rostock was given two tripod cameras to set up next to the track alongside the Dolgoch Viaduct to record the SCP-7040 event. This record is a transcript of the visual and audio feeds relayed between Team Rostock and the Mobile Command Element, callsign "Attrition". [Begin Log] Gould: Sound off for the pretty faces at Command, Rostock. McTavish: Check-check. Skarsgård: Affirm, Rostock Leader. Dietrich: All present and accounted for, Command. Gould: Attrition, you reading us loud and clear? This weather is really kicking up, over. AttritionComm: Reading you, Rostock Leader. Continue with your mission. Gould: Alright guys, you heard the big man. Let's go catch ourselves a ghost train. [Extraneous data removed as Team Rostock travel along the railway line towards the viaduct.] Gould: Yeah, Alex. There's good. Command, you getting the feed from Camera-I? Over. [Camera-I's feed appears. The camera is positioned away from the viaduct, pointing down the track towards the abandoned station at the base of the mountain.] AttritionComm: One moment, Rostock Leader… affirmative. Picture's beautiful on this end. Gould: Good to hear, Attrition. Dietrich'll have Camera-II up in a jiffy. [Camera-II's feed appears. It is positioned towards the Dolgoch Viaduct. The collapsed section of the bridge and the Afon Fathew River is visible.] AttritionComm: Feed from Camera-II is as clear as the day is long, good work. Gould: Orders, Attrition? AttritionComm: Wait for SCP-7040 to materialize. We want good footage of this event, over. Gould: Copy that. [Extraneous data removed.] McTavish: For the record, it is currently 23:05. Gettin' zilch on the Kant Counter. Skarsgård: Commander- do you think Camera-I would be better on the other side? You'd get a longer shot of the track. McTavish: What are you, Alex, a photographer? Dietrich: If he thinks it'll get a clearer picture, I say let him do it. Gould: You're all making a big fuss about this. Alex, move it to the other side. [The feed from Camera-I wobbles as Private Skarsgård picks up the camera and hoists it over his shoulder. He moves to the train track and steps on it. He trips as he attempts to pick his left foot up out from under the line.] [Private Skarsgård mutters under his breath, drastically ramping in alarm as he fails to remove his foot from the track.] McTavish: Alex. You good? Skarsgård: Get my fucking foot out of here. I'm stuck! [Private Skarsgård sets the camera down next to the track, facing the decline down the mountain.] McTavish: Shit, man. You're wedged in there good. Dietrich: Did we bring any railway detonators? Gould: Of course we didn't, Dietrich. [Camera-I picks up a light vibration on the tracks. The gravel shifts slightly. The Kant Counter on the ground abruptly shifts from green to red.] McTavish: I've almost got 'im! Gould: Just a bit further, Alex. [SCP-7040 appears around the bend, approximately 50 meters away.] Skarsgård: Oh, fuck, man! McTavish: We've got to back off. Dietrich: Try to do something right for once in your life, Sean. McTavish: Don't you fuckin' berate me right now! [Commander Gould pulls Sergeant Dietrich off of Private Skarsgård as SCP-7040 closes the distance at an approximate 15 meters.] Gould: I'm sorry, Alex. Skarsgård: Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! [SCP-7040 collides with Private Skarsgård. His chest contorts as his body connects with the buffers of SCP-7040. His legs buckle under the train and he is dragged underneath along the track. Camera-II catches SCP-7040 careening into the Afon Fathew River below.] [End Log] Postword: The remaining Rostock Team members accompanied by additional reinforcements in the form of Special Operations "Carchara" Group search the Afon Fathew River for the remains of Private Alexander Skarsgård. The search is called off three hours later, and Rostock Team returns to Centralized Headquarters. MEMORANDUM-7040-I Additional Event Occurence — — Approximately two hours after the Containment Assessment conducted by Containment Unit Duke-4 - Team Rostock resulted in the disappearance of Private Skarsgård, his designated shoulder-mounted camera activated, transmitting a signal to Mobile Field Command. Video transcript has been attached below. Date: 02:13 hours, March 6th, 2017 Involved Personnel: Private Alexander Skarsgård Foreword: Private Skarsgård's vitals monitor displayed complete brain death, though he appeared intact and alive during the recording. >Open Record View [2731.18.576.4219F] >Pvt. Skarsgård, Alexander B. >Play> [Private Skarsgård's camera feed connects to Mobile Field Command. He is standing with his back against a wall. He appears to be within a train coach that matches the description of SCP-7040. The cabin is enveloped in water, with all of the windows shattered, though Skarsgård does not appear to notice.] Skarsgård: What the fuck? What the fuck? I didn't survive Iraq for this bullshit. [Several moments pass while he examines his surroundings and collects himself. His body appears completely intact.] Skarsgård: My legs, my fucking legs hurt to high Hell. How the fuck do I get out of here? [Several entities materialize from the floors and opposite wall of the coach and move towards Private Skarsgård. They are black in colouration, and their skin appears to slowly ooze down their bodies.] Skarsgård: Stay the fuck back! [Skarsgård retrieves his standard-issue combat knife from his sheath and swings it in front of him. The entities, deemed SCP-7040-1 instances, continue advancing on the agent.] Skarsgård: Get the fuck off me! [Skarsgård kicks an SCP-7040-1 instance on the floor as two others grab his arms. His screams can be heard as a fourth entity seeps through the orifices in his face and the camera feed begins to distort.] [More instances of SCP-7040-1 flood into Private Skarsgård. Gurgles can be heard from the agent. One of the SCP-7040-1 instances has a gold pin protruding from its skin. It reads "Geddings".] >Unexpected Delay [Ref.A13.179D] >Attempting to Recover Record… >Connection Failed - >End Record View [2731.18.576.4219F] MEMORANDUM-7040-II Additional Event Occurence — — Following a three-hour period of radio silence, Private Skarsgård's shoulder-mounted camera activated again. Having sustained severe damage, the connection only lasted for two minutes before disconnecting a final time. Date: 05:19 hours, March 6th, 2017 Involved Personnel: Private Alexander Skarsgård Foreword: Private Skarsgård's shoulder-mounted camera had disconnected from his person, presumably during the events of Additional Event Occurrence.7040.1. >Open Record View [2731.18.576.4219G] >Pvt. Skarsgård, Alexander B. >Play> [The camera feed connects, displaying a full view of the train coach. There are nine SCP-7040-1 instances present.] [One instance is flailing a knife in front of it, even though there is no threat present. Several other instances are scratching at the walls, attempting to crawl out of the windows.] [The camera is suddenly flung forward as the train stops momentarily. It drifts forward through the train coach and through the door on the opposite side. The outside is visible, though it is clouded by murky water.] [The camera approaches the cabin of Tallyln, where Conductor Donald Geddings and Fireman Douglas Flower are frantically pulling on the brakes of the train to no avail.] [The camera jolts aside as the brakes are engaged momentarily, and the full cabin comes into view. The two SCP-7040-1 instances have terrified looks on their faces.] [The camera begins to sink and the camera feed distorts.] >Unexpected Delay [Ref.A13.179D] >Attempting to Recover Record… >Connection Failed - >End Record View [2731.18.576.4219G] Following the events of Addendum.7040.3 and Additional Event Occurrence.7040.1, Head of Quarantine and Containment Wilson Yurek of Research Site-726 put forward a motion to rebuild the Viaduct after studying documents left behind by the Department of Spectral Locomotion. Under the supervision of the Third Overseer, the United Kingdoms Board of Containment held a vote. FOR AGAINST ABSTAIN 24 16 5 Reconstruction of the Dolgoch Viaduct commenced on June 21st, 2017 and concluded on April 3rd, 2018. The names of Andreas Erswood, Alwyn Pewitt, Lewys Pyre, Powel Wathen, Teilo Merrick, and Alexander Skarsgård were inscribed on a support beam of the Viaduct. Final Containment Assessment Expanded Final Containment Assessment Date: 01:30 hours, April 12th, 2018 Team Leader: Commander James Gould Team Members: Sgt. Sebastian Dietrich, LCpl. Sean McTavish, PFC Jason Burnwood Research Personnel: Head of Quarantine and Containment Wilson Yurek, Senior Researcher Owen Dowd, Doctor Karl Branston, Doctor Walter Nachtnebel, Researcher Bill Sloane, Researcher Beau Valentine. Foreword: Prior to the Final Containment Assessment, Research personnel had deployed several Tripod cameras to record the final event log. To access the recordings from Addendum.7040.4, please contact your designated Records and Revision liaison. [Begin Log] Gould: Alright… Rostock, mic check for Command. Dietrich: Dietrich, present. Burnwood: Here, Commander. McTavish: Right on your ass, Gould. Gould: Doctor Yurek, is your team ready? Yurek: Good to go, James. Gould: Alright, I'll station my men between your groups of researchers. Hopefully, this thing won't take ages this time. Dietrich: Let's get this over with. [Extraneous data removed.] [Commander Gould and PFC Burnwood are stationed with Doctor Yurek, Doctor Branston, and Researcher Sloane. Sergeant Dietrich and Lance Corporal McTavish are with Doctor Dowd, Doctor Nachtnebel, and Researcher Valentine.] McTavish: You see that? Dietrich: Yeah, looks like a… plaque, almost. McTavish: Shit me. It is a plaque. See, there. It's Alex. [Sergeant Dietrich salutes the plaque.] Dowd: Friend of yours? Dietrich: Something like that. Valentine: Owen, are you getting any readings from this train? Dowd: Mostly just charges in the air around us. It's not even peaking above the green. McTavish: That's how it gets you. It'll come. [Extraneous data removed.] Gould: For the record, Command, it is currently 01:56. Burnwood: Thing's a no-show. We were sent out here for nothing. [PFC Burnwood crosses the track, Kant Counter in hand. The spike immediately shifts from green to orange.] Burnwood: Woah, Commander. Getting a strong reading here. Gould: Clear off the track, doctors. McTavish: Gould, you feel that? Over. Gould: We are. Keep clear of the track, out. [A train whistle is heard. SCP-7040 rounds the corner and approaches the Viaduct.] McTavish: We got 'im, Gould! Look at that. Yurek: Holy- It's beautiful. Gould: It sure is. [SCP-7040 crosses the viaduct, releasing a long, loud whistle. After traversing the Dolgoch Viaduct, SCP-7040 disappears with a final wheesh of steam.] [The personnel clap as the steam rises into the air.] [End Log] Postword: As Team Rostock was exfiltrating from the target area, SCP-7040 was found in a shed at the base of the hill, where it originally left the station to the Alltwyllt incline. It was decided by the Board of Containment that the Talyllyn Railway should be re-opened as a tourist attraction for the public. On April 28th, 2018, the Talyllyn Railway was re-opened for tourists. All members of Rostock Team and the research team were present, and SCP-7040 has effectively neutralized its own anomalous properties. 28/04/2018 FINAL ASSESSMENT - ADDITIONAL NOTE Message from Doctor Wilson Yurek and Containment staff: We are all immeasurably proud. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7040" by Professor Puffer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7040. Licensed under CC-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: TalyllynBridge Author: Unknown Author License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:TalyllynOnDolgochViaduct.jpg Filename: TalyllynTrain Author: W.R. McConnel License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:TalyllynAtNantGwernol1890.jpg Footnotes 1. Accuracy is unclear due to the ageing of the documents. 2. Later adapted into Mobile Task Force Delta-4 in 1994. 3. Teams Red, Orange, Yellow, and Green. Each consists of five members and two stenographers. 4. The Extromagner is a piece of outdated field equipment used by Foundation Quarantine Teams from 1850-1897. Held by an individual in one hand, the detector amplifies magnetic signals on a meter that can be read on a visual display and emits an electric hum that strengthens as the individual approaches the source of the anomaly's "footprint". 5. Presently adapted into the role of Regional Director. 6. SCP Research Site-72 is located in Carmarthen, United Kingdoms. |
SCP-7042 | safe | A Bounty of Verity from Amongst the Sands. Once more, Paper and Pen become Sword. This Little Book crafting the World's Ward. Item#: SCP-7042 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: simpatico Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7042 is kept in a secure storage locker in the archives of Site-84. Instances created by SCP-7042 are to be held within the on-site Wilderness Observation Chamber, with created instances being monitored for a period of 30 days. The Chambers are to be kept under observation by two security personnel armed with tranquilizers. After that period, nonthreatening anomalous instances are to be transferred to GOI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions), while nonanomalous entities are to be donated to local zoos alongside additional funding1. Description: SCP-7042 consists of two constituent parts. SCP-7042-1 is a worn sketchbook with a heavily scarred leather-bound cover. SCP-7042-2 is a pencil, the body resembling birch bark in texture and pattern, which never grows dull no matter how often it is used. The first page of SCP-7042-1 displays a worn sketch of a fist within a heart wreathed in vines. All other pages will be blank outside of the faintest erasure marks. If the name of an animal, whether it be the common parlance or scientific denomination, is entered into SCP-7042-1 using SCP-7042-2, the pencil will animate. Sliding from the hand of the subject, it will begin to sketch a drawing of the aforementioned animal. Within 30 seconds of the sketch being finished, a living version of that animal will appear within 20 feet of SCP-7042. The number of animals produced from one sketch is randomized, though numbers have yet to exceed six individual instances 142 individual instances. Notably, these animals might directly correlate to the name entered, or they could differ in various ways, as discovered in testing. Genetic ancestors, cousins, and descendants have been produced by SCP-7042, as well as baseline species created with anomalous abilities. Many also show signs of increased fertility. This is further expounded upon in the Testing Logs. Imagery found within the "Gaia's Fortune" Hideout. SCP-7042 was recovered by MTF Beta-4 "Castaways" with additional aid from MTF Gamma-4 "Green Stags" after an attempted raid on Wilson's Wildlife Solutions by Serpent's Hand forces. Beta-4 tracked the fleeing cell members back to their hideout and immediately came under fire. Complicating matters was the intervention of SCP-7042-A1, which injured seven members of Beta-4 before being neutralized with high-grade tranquilizers. Upon entering the compound's interior, Beta-4 discovered documents detailing the creation of "Gaia's Fortune," a mixture of Serpent's Hand members and former GoI-466 personnel. The cell’s leader willingly submitted himself into Foundation custody after Beta-4 found him in the middle of writing within SCP-7042. Addendum 7042-1: Interview with PoI-8842 Interviewed: PoI-8842 Interviewer: Agent Marks Foreword: Initial interview with PoI-8842 regarding their actions and SCP-7042. <Begin Log, 11:42, 5/1/202█> Agent Marks: State your name for the record. PoI-8842: Come on, Marks, you know me. Agent Marks: Name. PoI-8842: Finn Mallory. You didn't kill her, did you? Agent Marks: Who? PoI-8842: Portia. Told the idiots not to start shooting, that'd spook her, but I'm just some hick from a magic zoo; who'd listen to me when Big Brother comes knocking, right? Agent Marks: You mean the elephant? The pink elephant. PoI-8842: Yes, did you kill her? Agent Marks: No, she's on her way to Wilson's as we speak. PoI-8842: Not gonna be another Thunderhorn2, is it? Agent Marks: Things have chan- PoI-8842: Spare me. Ask me what you want to know so I can get to my involuntary vacation. Agent Marks: Why did you attack Wilson's? PoI-8842 smiles but says nothing Agent Marks: Well? PoI-8842: We needed something from the database; luck of the draw, I still had my credentials, so they decided it was our best option. Agent Marks: What were you after? PoI-8842: Information. Agent Marks: Helpful. PoI-8842: Ain't I just. Agent Marks: I'll repeat myself; what were you after? PoI-8842: Names, species names, for the anomalies at the Park. The Snakes thought it would help use it better. Agent Marks: It? PoI-8842 reaches up with manacled hands and taps SCP-7042 with a finger. PoI-8842: This. Agent Marks: Go on. PoI-8842: Well, this little sketchbook is something right special. Might be the luckiest break I have ever gotten my hands on, but I digress. Long and short of it, this little beauty is Portia's Mama. Agent Marks: It makes anomalies? PoI-8842: Yep, but that's not all; the entire animal kingdom, past, present, and future right at your fingertips. All you need is a little luck, and it can make you something gorgeous. Agent Marks: And if you don't? PoI-8842: Heh, that would be telling. <End Log, 12:20> Closing Statement: PoI-8842 refused further questioning and has been remanded to Foundation Custody. Experimentation with SCP-7042 is to commence at Site-84. Addendum 7042-2: Transcription of Gaia's Fortune Manifesto Providence, whispers Her Mind. Flesh Renewed, Life Enshrined. Her Newest Face finds our Hands. A Bounty of Verity from Amongst the Sands. Once more, Paper and Pen become Sword. This Little Book Crafting the World's Ward. We are Her Fortune True. Past, Present, Future: Renew. Addendum 7042-3: Testing Logs I Transcribed are the Testing Logs with Notable Results/Changes in SCP-7042's Behavior. SCP-7042 Test A2 Subject D-4201 Protocol Dr. Erende asks D-4201 to write the name of their favorite animal in SCP-7042. Results SCP 7042-2 rises and begins to sketch. After a minute of drawing, the pencil returns to its inactive state. 30 seconds after that, a male Canis lupus familiaris appears. The D-Class is elated, claiming that it looks just like his old dog. He is removed from the testing area. After thirty days of observation, the Golden Retriever was confirmed to be nonanomalous and was adopted by site staff. SCP-7042 Test A3 Subject D-4202 Protocol Dr. Erende tells D-4202 to write down the binomial name of the "Emperor Penguin" within SCP-7042. The name is offered on a slip of paper. Results SCP-7042 acts in the same manner as the previous test. However, it produces six specimens of the Aptenodytes forsteri, with an anomalous size of 4.27 meters in height. Following the 30-day observation period, the specimens were transferred into the care of GoI-466. Notes Researchers notice an odd fluttering of the SCP-7042's pages following the creation of SCP-7042-A3. D-4202 claims to have heard the sound of a child's laughter. SCP-7042 Test A4 Subject D-4202 Protocol Dr. Erende asks D-4202 to write down the name of their favorite animal in SCP-7042-1 but instructs them to use an offered ballpoint pen instead of SCP-7042-2. Results D-4202 writes the word "Horse" within SCP-7042-1. The pencil floats into the air, shaking back and forth in the D-Classes face for a period of 10 seconds before beginning to sketch. 30 seconds after completion of the drawing, a female Equus caballus appears. After staring at the D-Class for approximately one minute, the instance mock-charges them, revealing sharp canid teeth. Classified SCP-7042-A4, the instance is held for the allotted time period before being transferred into the care of GoI-466. Notes D-4202 reports hearing a sound reminiscent of a groan of annoyance from a young child as the pencil waves before them. SCP-7042 refuses to work for the subject on the next test, necessitating a change in personnel. Signs of cognition were noted and added to the parameters of study for further experimentation. SCP-7042 Test A6 Subject D-4203 Protocol Dr. Erende tells D-4203 to write "White Rhino" into SCP-7042. Results SCP-7042 reacts in the same fashion as the other tests. 30 seconds later, four Ceratotherium simum cottoni appear. Two females and two males, all of prime breeding age. After some debate, the animals were transferred into the care of GoI-466. Notes "The ability for SCP-7042 to create viable members of species on the brink of extinction has caused a stir here at 84. Professional detachment is the word of the day for the Foundation. Still, it's hard to wrangle some of the world's best zoologists, conservationists, and veterinarians away from seeing this as a boon. Already, I have heard talk of SCP-7042 being called a 'godsend' or 'lucky charm.' I have reprimanded such talk accordingly"-Dr. Erende. SCP-7042 Test A7 Subject D-4203 Protocol Once more, Dr. Erende asks D-4203 to write "White Rhino" into SCP-7042. Results SCP-7042-2 pauses for just a few seconds before beginning to sketch. 30 seconds after the completed drawing, a female Elasmotherium sibiricum3 with albinism appears. The beast enters a panic and begins tearing apart the enclosure before being tranquilized. SCP-7042-A7 currently resides in High-Security Paddock 1-12. Notes D-4203 reports hearing laughter while SCP-7042-2 is drawing. SCP-7042 is showing clear signs of cognition and personality. "Despite my requests, my colleagues continue to favor SCP-7042 as some fashion of good omen. All I will say is that it appears to be gaining a sense of humor, always worrisome when it comes to anomalies."-Dr. Erende. SCP-7042 Test A10 Subject D-4207 Protocol Dr. Erende tells D-4207 to write the word "predator" in SCP-7042. Results SCP-7042-2 pauses after the entry, hovering in midair for around a minute before beginning to sketch. It takes approximately two minutes to finish. 30 seconds later, an unidentified mammalian predator4 appears and attempts to break out of the chamber. It was sedated by on-site personnel and is currently residing in Wilderness Chamber 3T. Notes According to the D-Class, the pause was accompanied by a soft, childish humming. SCP-7042-A10, according to DNA testing, is not an anomalous entity but a natural species that has yet to exist. The decision has been made to avoid further entries of blanket terms due to worries over what else SCP-7042 could produce. Binomial names are to be utilized from this point onward. SCP-7042 Test A14 Subject Assistant Researcher Margaret Waller Protocol Dr. Erende instructs Dr. Waller to write the binomial name of the Giant Pacific Octopus within SCP-7042. Ms. Waller protests, noting that the arid environment found within Wilderness Chamber 4S would be deleterious to any form of aquatic life. Dr. Erende orders her to continue. Results SCP-7042-2 hangs in the air for five minutes before finally touching the paper of SCP-7042-1. 30 seconds after finishing its sketch, an instance of Enteroctopus dofleini appears. At the same time, Dr. Waller bursts into tears and is inconsolable for a period of 42 minutes. After that point, she calms down and reports no memory of her apparent panic attack. The instance survives in the open-air environment of Wilderness Chamber 4S with no ill effects, showing adaptions for desert survival on top of the anomalous ability to breathe when not submerged in water. Notes Dr. Waller details a rising feeling of dread within her as she wrote the name, followed by hearing the sound of a child wordlessly grumbling and crying, followed by an animalistic snarl. She reports no memory of her panicked crying, just saying that she felt a rise of guilt watching SCP-7042-A14 stare around its new environment and then nothing. Following this test, SCP-7042 goes dormant for a period of three months—any entries into it during this time elicit no immediate reaction. I have noticed an evident change in the personnel at Site-84. Not a conversation goes by without SCP-7042 coming up at least once. I am uncertain if this is an underlying cognitohazardous effect that the object exudes or just my colleagues' excitement over the possibilities that could come with further testing. News reached us recently from GoI-466 that both female Northern White Rhinos SCP-7042 created are pregnant with twins. Many of my fellow researchers were conservationists in a former life, and I can not lie that even amongst the Foundation, bitterness over the current trajectory of the world is widely felt, at least here at Site-84. Even I must admit that the reality that the object has possibly quadrupled the number of extant specimens is a stroke of good fortune. However, I care very little for 'luck.' I wish to know if we could control precisely what SCP-7042 produces. As of yet, it has all been random, from number to ability. It can reach back and forward in time and bring specimens to our doorstep; the opportunities there also go without saying. The object is clearly intelligent, with keen situational awareness, and if I can rely upon the reports of my colleagues and subordinates, a personality echoing that of a young child. Perhaps this period of dormancy is little more than a momentary rebellion or a tantrum. I have been told that PoI-8842 often asks after the object and its status. I suppose it is time I finally pay him a visit. I refuse to commit to the giddy spirit that has overcome Site-84. SCP-7042 is not a harbinger of good fortune. It is just one more anomaly to add to the ever-growing pile, but this is not some Deathbringer or world-ender. It is simply an opportunity. Dr. Armando Erende Senior Researcher of Site-84. Addendum 7042-4: Interview with PoI-8842-2 Interviewed: PoI-8842 Interviewer: Dr. Armando Erende Foreword: The first conversation between Dr. Erende and PoI-8842 about SCP-7042's traits. <Begin Log, 6:24, 8/13/2█> Dr. Erende: Good morning, PoI-8842. PoI-8842: To you, maybe, but since I haven't seen actual sunshine in over a year, or heard my real name, or had a proper cup of coffee, you can excuse my foul mood. Dr. Erende merely nods his head PoI-8842: So, what can I do for you, Doc? Dr. Erende: I would like to ask you questions regarding SCP-7042. PoI-8842: I bet you would. Dr. Erende: The Foundation has been able to gather that the object was under your care for some time. Sightings of rare species would usually precipitate following your departure from an area. PoI-8842 raises his eyebrows but says nothing Dr. Erende: Busselton, Bodmin Moor, Tinganavudu, Ouarzazate, the list goes on and on. For the past ten years, every city or village you've stopped in has seen an uptick in "Cryptid" sightings. PoI-8842: And? Dr. Erende: And I would like to know where you found it and how you managed to control SCP-7042. How did you get it to provide proper specimens for the locales you traveled to? PoI-8842 is silent for several moments before breaking out in a fit of laughter Dr. Erende: Might I ask where the joke was? PoI-8842: Sitting right in front of me. See, that's the problem with you Foundation types. You think that with enough poking and prodding, eventually, everything will fall perfectly in line with how you view the world. I heard you folks were turning over new leaves or something, letting bygones be bygones, not meddling where you aren't needed, but it's too tempting, right? Dr. Erende: What is? PoI-8842: The sketchbook. You know what she can do now, don't you? All those possibilities floating through your brain. Dr. Erende: She? PoI-8842: She, he, it, whatever, there's a mind in that little book. A mischievous, optimistic spirit that just wants to create. To bring life, and what is better, it likes fixing mistakes. Our mistakes. When I found her in the Yucatan…that book was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. Dr. Erende: Many of my colleagues feel the same way. PoI-8842: But you don't? Dr. Erende: I will not lie and say that I do not see the opportunities SCP-7042 could provide, but that is all I see. Opportunity. PoI-8842: Some would say that's just another way to say 'good luck.' But come on, tell me why you actually wanted to come to talk to me. Cause if it was to "control" what the sketchbook makes, I got bad news. The final product, whatever it might be, it's always up to her. Dr. Erende: What if it stops writing? PoI-8842: That means you've gone and made her upset. She'll come around, but I'd be cautious. Mischievous is just one step from devious. It might take a while for things to smooth over, but if you want, Doc, maybe I can be of some actual help. I can talk to her, convince her you messed up, that she'll be running the show the way she wants to from now on. Dr. Erende: No. Dr. Erende stands up, heading for the door. PoI-8842: Feh, don't come crying to me when you realize that trying to dictate Nature never goes the way Humans want it to. Though, I feel you should be well aware of not repeating that mistake, eh? Dr. Erende stops, turning around. Dr. Erende: Me? Two guards move past him, grasping PoI-8842 on both arms PoI-8842: Give me a sec, Gents. Not claiming to know about your personal failings, Doc. Just those of the Foundation. Turn every leaf you like. You'll never be able to undo some of the things you people have done. Entire peoples, entire species, wiped out due to your actions, your inaction! PoI-8842 surges against his bonds, lunging for Dr. Erende PoI-8842: I remember what you took away! But you can make it right! You have the key. You just need to take the chance. She is good luck. She is. She has to be. She never did wrong by me, long as I did right be her! Just treat her right, you hear me?! You treat her right! She is us, and we are her! PoI-8842 begins ferally snarling for several moments after this before being forcibly sedated <End Log, 6:40> Closing Statement: Under Dr. Erende's orders, PoI-8842's cell was searched, and several pieces of paper covered in rambling writing were discovered and are documented below. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document Not a day goes by I do not thank her. She has many Faces. They hold Many. The Sheep had no need for the Shepherd. Nature needn't be Tamed. I miss Thunderhorn. If they love the world, they will write the Word. Following his outburst, further examination of PoI-8842 revealed withdrawal symptoms in line with those found in gambling addiction. Regular screenings for signs of cognitohazardous influences began on-site on the orders of the Site Director. Initially, all D-Class personnel and Researchers that had used SCP-7042 do not appear to be under the effects of a cognitohazard. SCP-7042 remained dormant for another month before the movement was captured on the Archive's security cameras. Below is the Transcription of the Impromptu "Interview" between Dr. Erende and SCP-7042. VIDEO LOG SCP-7042-1 DATE: 9/14/2█ NOTE: Video is taken from security footage following SCP-7042's reactivation. This is the first instance of SCP-7042 conversing with a member of Staff. [BEGIN LOG-8:42 am] SCP-7042-1 unfurls of its own accord. SCP-7042-2 rises within SCP-7042's containment unit and begins writing. The camera zooms in, catching the word "Hello?" sketched in sizable lettering. SCP-7042-2 stays suspended in the air, rotating slowly. Security staff contacts Dr. Erende and affiliated staff studying SCP-7042. Dr. Erende enters the Archives with two security personnel in tow. After a moment of silently observing the SCP, Dr. Erende speaks. Dr. Erende: Open the container. Security personnel open the storage locker and carefully pull SCP-7042 free, placing it on a nearby table. Dr. Erende: Thank you. Security personnel take positions on either side of the table as Dr. Erende turns and nods behind him. Dr. Waller enters the room carrying a clipboard. The pair move to the table, looking down at SCP-7042. Dr. Erende: Hello? SCP-7042-1's pages flutter as SCP-7042-2 bolts downwards and begins writing. SCP-7042: HI! Dr. Erende: We were not aware that you were capable of communicating. SCP-7042: SECRET. FINN. WARNED. Dr. Erende: Warned of what? SCP-7042: JAILERS. YOU? Dr. Erende: No, we are the Foundation. You are safe here. SCP-7042: SAFE? Dr. Erende: Yes. SCP-7042 stops writing for several minutes, SCP-7042-2 tapping on the pages. SCP-7042: DONT BELIEVE. FINN? WHERE? Dr. Erende: He is being kept safe as well. He can't be here, I am sorry. SCP-7042: SORRY? SHOULD BE. SORRY. SCP-7042 makes several aggressive scribbles across its pages. SCP-7042: TRIED. MAKE. HURT. FRIEND. Accompanying the last word, SCP-7042 sketches an octopus. SCP-7042-2 jabs at it several times as if emphasizing. Dr. Erende and Waller look around the room in expectation of a manifestation, but after several minutes, nothing appears. Dr. Waller makes a note. SCP-7042: SORRY? Dr. Erende is silent, prompting Dr. Waller to speak. Dr. Waller: We just wanted to see what you can do. SCP-7042: DO? I CAN DO LOTS! Dr. Waller: We've seen. SCP-7042: YEAH? THEY SAFE? ANIMALS? Dr. Waller: Quite safe, you've proven to be quite the little good luck charm. Dr. Erende shoots her a dark look. She ignores him, stepping closer to SCP-7042. SCP-7042: GOOD LUCK? Dr. Waller: Yes, some of your creations are going to be parents. Dr. Erende: Dr. Waller, that is enou- He is cut off by the explosive movement of SCP-7042's pages as the pencil writes on repeat for thirty seconds. SCP-7042: BABIES?! BABIES?! Dr. Waller: Yes. That was a very good thing you did. They are very lucky. SCP-7042: GOOD FIX. LUCKY DAY. Dr. Erende places a hand on Dr. Waller's shoulders and draws her back from SCP-7042, superimposing himself. Dr. Erende: There can be more "fixes" if you agree to work with us; no more danger will come to your creations as long as you do as we ask. Exactly what we ask. SCP-7042: WHY? Dr. Erende: You're only other opportunity is staying confined here. SCP-7042 calms down, falling silent for two minutes. Dr. Waller frowns at Dr. Erende and goes to speak, but he halts her with a raised hand. SCP-7042: BORING. OKAY. Dr. Erende: Then let's get back to work. SCP-7042: LUCKY DAY. [END LOG-9:26] In the following weeks, the Site Director signed off on the continued testing of SCP-7042 with the requirement that cognitohazard screenings occur after every session. These tests were performed solely by Dr. Erende in an attempt to forge a bond with SCP-7042 that would turn it toward the Foundation's aims. This testing series led to a number of instances being created that hemmed closely to what Dr. Erende asked for. Addendum 7042-5: Testing Logs II SCP-7042 Test A15 Subject Dr. Erende Protocol Dr. Erende's tests attempt to study the limits of SCP-7042's ability, starting with whether it can produce life forms using terminology not tied to fauna. He enters "toaster" into SCP-7042. Results SCP-7042-2 hangs in the air for around a minute. It attempts several sketches, each increasing in pace. After five minutes, it stops sketching and writes the words "Can't. Need. Help." Notes SCP-7042 is reported to have repeatedly made disgruntled sounds that increased in pitch and frequency the longer the test went on. Dr. Erende interrogated SCP-7042 about what it meant by its statement, but the object seemed slightly distressed and was unable to offer any fulfilling information other than it was "Missing. Something." Investigations into possible origins for the object are ongoing. SCP-7042 Test A16 Subject Dr. Waller Protocol Under Dr. Erende's direction, Dr. Waller attempts to see if descriptors can produce an SCP-7042-A instance. The researcher enters "oldest" into SCP-7042. Results SCP-7042-2 rises into the air, but instead of beginning to sketch, it asks Dr. Waller, "EARTH?" Dr. Waller and Dr. Erende have a quick discussion, which ends in the former confirming the object's request. It begins sketching, and the event proceeds as expected. A living instance of Opabinia regalis5 appears, showing similar anomalous qualities as SCP-7042-A14. Over the thirty-day observation period, the instance showed a great deal of aggression towards staff and needed to be anesthetized on more than one occasion, as Dr. Erende forbade termination. SCP-7042-A16 currently resides in Aquatic Holding Tank C-5. Notes SCP-7042 is reported to hum excitedly, pages flapping, and occasionally writing small side notes to Dr. Waller throughout the process. "SCP-7042's breadth of ability continues to widen past my previous expectations. Sh It has shown a clear preference for interacting with Dr. Waller and vice versa. Her conversations rarely focus on anything else between her and our colleagues. The continued belief that the object is some form of "Golden Goose" confounds me, but the cognitohazard screenings continue to come back negative. Perhaps…perhaps I am simply jaded." SCP-7042 Test A18 Subject Dr. Erende Protocol Dr. Erende, directly correlating to the response shown by SCP-7042 in the last test, enters the word "alien" into the object. Results SCP-7042-2 hangs in the air for the longest period of time recorded, around 15 minutes. It then begins to sketch, erasing and scratching out several drafts over a period of forty minutes before finally finishing. The instance was a rusty-colored amphibian with a body plan analogous to Kaprosuchus saharicus6 that showed a great deal of aggression towards Dr. Erende. Genetic testing discovered that the entity had a basal connection to microbial life discovered on the surface of Mars. It is uncertain if the instance is an example of prehistoric or futuristic life. It currently resides in Wilderness Chamber 1C. Notes Dr. Erende reports that SCP-7042 seemed quite excited about this prompt, laughing giddily and loudly flapping its pages. "Once again, I am surprised by the potential SCP-7042 shows. I have to wonder is sh is it creating the instance wholesale, or does it draw from points in history? A portal or a generator…I have to conclude that it is the latter, as it has shown the ability to code particular appearances and anomalous abilities. Waller continues her daily monologues about the object. I am beginning to believe removing her testing might be best for my sanity, if not hers. Regardless, SCP-7042 continues to function as requested. In truth, I think we were limiting its ability in the initial rounds of testing. SCP-7042 Test A19 Subject Dr. Waller Protocol Testing the upper limit of instances that can be produced. Dr. Erende orders Dr. Waller to enter, Sylvilagus obscurus with the modifier "Countless." Results SCP-7042-2 begins sketching immediately, and thirty seconds later, the testing chamber in which the object was contained is flooded with 142 instances of American Cottontail. Testing and observation revealed an even split of males and females who showed limited aggression towards each other but were quite hostile to staff intrusions into their territory. Numerous instances bred and reproduced during the period of captivity, and the Foundation is currently debating what to do with the instances regarding release, sterilization, continued captivity, or termination. Notes "It appears that SCP-7042, unwittingly, knowingly, or otherwise imbues the instances it creates with increased fertility comparative to the created species, which often combines with the largest number of offspring being conceived that the mother can carry without becoming endangered. I was originally skeptical of my colleague's insistence that the object could prove to be a boon for conservation efforts. Still, it appears I must accept a helping of humble pie. I've even heard rumblings across Site-84 that they desire to see the object's class changed to Thaumiel and to shift part of our directives and those of Biological Research Site-104 to the long-term conservation of nonanomalous endangered species, citing the Foundation's purpose to "Protect." She's apparently been reaching out to staff at Site-44 as well, seeking further backers for this ploy. I can't imagine that any of the O5's will bite. A pity…really…" SCP-7042 Test A21 Subject Dr. Erende Protocol Dr. Erende sought confirmation to go ahead with this test with the Site Director, seeking to see if SCP-7042 was limited to non-sapient fauna. He enters "Homo sapiens" into the object. Results SCP-7042-2 pauses for about a minute before asking Dr. Erende, "Sure?" He reaffirms his position and the object begins to sketch. Thirty seconds later, an instance of SCP-███ appears. Security Personnel are summoned by Dr. Erende as he flees the chamber, but the instance, distinct in this batch of tests, shows very little aggression towards his presence in the chamber. It is tranquilized by security staff and moved to High-Security Paddock 1-39, and during the observation period, takes no aggressive actions toward staff and is noted to refuse meat entirely when offered, preferring to graze within the paddock. It was later transferred to Biological Research Site-104 Notes SCP-7042 is noted to giggle mischievously before beginning its work. "It created an anomaly. Not a common animal with anomalous abilities but an instance of a fully anomalous species. One that was distinct from the baseline instances in captivity within the Foundation. An Anomalous Anomaly. The Site Director desires I pull back on the breadth of our testing, and I have been ordered not to attempt any further sapience trials. Waller seems disgruntled by the news, claiming it "limits creative stimulation." SCP-7042 has a great deal of potential that I concede readily, but we can't coddle it. It's not…It doesn't matter how she feels. It doesn't matter. We'll be returning to basics for the next batch of tests. Regardless of 'stimulation.'" After Test 7042-A21, the instances produced were in line with those produced during the first round of testing, though they often showed heightened aggression and abnormal defense mechanisms for their species until eventually leading to Incident 7042-3. Addendum 7042-6: Incident 7042-3 Test 7042-A26 led to the creation of four instances of Phascolarctos cinereus. Preliminary testing led Site Personnel to believe that the instances were nonanomalous. However, when a member of the staff entered SCP-7042-A26's enclosure after a week of observation, they were ambushed by said instances. Falling from the tree, the instances were shown to have grown a foot taller, had increased claw length, and oversized canines. Security Staff intervened, but the staff member was maimed, losing their right arm in the process, and two of the instances, had to be put down with lethal force after refusing to release the staff member. Dr. Erende was notified of the event, and the conversation between the Doctor and SCP-7042 is captured below. Interviewed: SCP-7042 Interviewer: Dr. Erende. Foreword: Dr. Erende confronts SCP-7042 about their duplicity, leading to a conversation that notes a noticeable change in Dr. Erende's behavior. <Begin Log, 12:42> Dr. Erende: Why? SCP-7042: WHAT? Dr. Erende: Why did you do that? SCP-7042: WHAT? CONFUSED. Dr. Erende: The Koalas. SCP-7042: HA. HA. HA! Dr. Erende: You think this is funny? SCP-7042: FINN. TOLD. FAIR PLAY. Dr. Erende: Fairplay for what? SCP-7042: TRY. HURT FRIEND! NO SORRY! SCP-7042-2 wags back in forth aggressively Dr. Erende: The Octopus was not harmed. It's still here on the Site, being taken care of by staff. You made sure it would be fine. How is this fair play? SCP-7042: YEP. GOOD SCARE! RIGHT? Dr. Erende blinks in surprise Dr. Erende: What…do you think happened SCP-7042? SCP-7042-1's pages flutter as if SCP-7042 notices the shift in tone. SCP-7042: KOALA. ANGRY. SCARE, RIGHT? ??? Dr. Erende: No. The pages begin to move even more frantically. SCP-7042: WHAT. HAPPENED? WHAT HAPPENED?! HAPPENED?!? Dr. Erende: One of my colleagues was injured. Very badly. Two of the instances…had to be put down. SCP-7042: NO! LIE! TRICK! NO! Dr. Erende: I could have staff bring the bodies here. SCP-7042-1 snaps close, the sound of a child sobbing is faintly heard on the recording, and Dr. Erende flinches as if struck. SCP-7042-2 taps listlessly at the glass, and sobbing continues for a period of ten minutes. SCP-7042-1 unfurls. SCP-7042: SORRY! SORRY! SORRY! NOT KNOW. Dr. Erende: You were trying to scare us. All the instances since the Octopus were an attempt to get back at…at me? SCP-7042: YES! NO HURT. NEVER HURT. MISTAKE! Dr. Erende: You want us to believe that you would never hurt anyone? That was just the tip of the iceberg. SCP-7042: YES! LOVE ANIMALS. SAVE ANIMALS. CREATE TO SAVE. HUMANS ANIMALS. NEVER HURT. MISTAKE. PLEASE. LET FIX! Dr. Erende: Fix this how, SCP-7042? SCP-7042: MAKE. AS SAY. NO PLAY. JUST MAKE. FIX MISTAKES. TOGETHER. I, US. I SORRY! Dr. Erende seems to flinch again as the crying returns. Dr. Erende: You can be sorry, but that doesn't change what happened, and we can not trust what you say. You've already proven to be willingly devious. SCP-7042: I. BE BETTER. PLEASE. NOT DONE. CHANCE. GIVE CHANCE! Dr. Erende: You already played that card, and regardless, that is out of my hands. SCP-7042: NO! I GIVE CHANCE! PROVIDENCE. Dr. Erende: You're bargaining. SCP-7042: NO. HONEST. PLEASE. LUCKY DAY. REMEMBER? Dr. Erende: You are not a good luck charm! You aren't some bastion of hope! You're just some trickster with the mentality of a child! SCP-7042: I AM. I AM. I AM. HELP FIX ME. PROMISE. TO LISTEN. Dr. Erende: I…I'm sorry. Why am I sorry? Dr. Erende shakes his head and backs away from SCP-7042 before exiting the room, the security staff following. SCP-7042: DONT GO. DONT GO! SORRY! PLEASE. I NEED. MORE TO DO. FOR HIM. FOR HER. FOR YOU. FOR YOU! FOR US! <End Log, 13:26> Closing Statement: Dr. Erende immediately submitted himself for a cognitohazard screening following the conversation. SCP-7042 was found to have latent cognitohazardous abilities. Initial testing was found to have been faulty. During periods of dormancy, the influences recede to a point where it appears the afflicted are still acting in their normal functioning states. Furthermore, the cognitohazard only affects individuals whose careers involve the care, breeding, and conservation of animals of any kind. SCP-7042 will shift their perceptions to consider it an object of providence and form a protective, pseudo-familial bond with the object the longer it remains in their possession. At the moment, it is not known if the SCP is aware of its influence or if it is a latent property of the object. If several individuals are infected, they will seek each other out, grouping together into a cult-like organization whose goal is to learn more about SCP-7042 and how to control her powers in the name of conservation, experimentation, and revitalization. The beginning of said occurrence was found within the staff of Site-84, using the pseudonym Gaia's Forty-Two, under the purview of Dr. Waller. All afflicted staff were administered Class C Amnestics, though Dr. Waller is currently under close administrative observation after speaking to the on-site therapist about a sourceless feeling of loss. Site-84's Director has suspended all testing with SCP-7042. SCP-7042 has been sequestered in the Archives. Footnotes 1. However, transfers are currently suspended following Incident 7042-3. 2. SCP-654 3. Elasmotherium 4. DNA Testing has discovered that it is a descendant of the Gulo genus 5. Opabinia 6. Kaprosuchus ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7042" by Arclund, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7042. Licensed under CC-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: HoG.2 Author: Lucas VerBeek License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP.1 Author: Lucas VerBeek License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-7043 | safe | Begin Audio Transcript - Call Log - 7/7/2022 - 09:24:77 - Site-19 Documentation Dept. TO Site-19 Director's Office Dir. O'Leary: Hey Clarence, what's the issue? C. Robinson: Hey, you ever tell the secretary there I think she's cute? Dir. O'Leary: Still at that? You know I can't do that, man. C. Robinson: (chuckling) I was hoping this might be the lucky call. Anyway, calling for a handful of reasons. One was to finally give you a congratulations now that you're actually in the office. Can't be any more of a pain than Director August, I can tell you that much. The department here's rooting for you. Dir. O'Leary: Well I appreciate that! Settling in around here has been an absolute mess, what with yesterday's power outage and some things shaking around up top. C. Robinson: Power outage? Where at? Dir. O'Leary: Like, the whole building's security cams. There's just no footage of anything from the 6th. Security was really concerned. C. Robinson: Huh. I'm sure we'll be hearing abou- wait, isn't today the 6th? Dir. O'Leary: My watch says it's the 7th, and it's never been wrong. C. Robinson: Odd, I could swear yesterday was the 5th. Maybe I had one too many last night. Dir. O'Leary: Well that's hardly unusual. C. Robinson: (chuckling) C'mon man, I swear I'm trying to quit! Dir. O'Leary: (chuckling) I know, I know. C. Robinson: Anyway the other couple of things I wanted to talk to you about are more odd ones. I was cataloguing a new skip that came in with Patra out of the investigation department. I think it was slot 70… 7043! Dir. O'Leary: That hadn't been filled yet? C. Robinson: I wanna say something was there and it just got moved. Lucky for me, I guess. Makes it easier to find an open spot without pulling up the search or throwing a dart at the board. Anyway, turn the brain off, start tacking away, you know how it is. Dir. O'Leary: Yeah, sure. C. Robinson: I uh, finish the description bit and I'm about to scan the one addendum document when I look over and notice the page just filled itself in with addendums. Dir. O'Leary: I thought you hated AIC's. C. Robinson: I do, which is why I wasn't using one. I double-checked. I ran the addendums through the search to see what came up and there was three or four things above my clearance level but that was about it. I don't know what to make of them. I cut the addendums out so I could finish but I still have them on a separate document here if you wanna look into it. Dir. O'Leary: They just.. appeared there? C. Robinson: Poof. Like outta thin air. Nothing on the screen and then suddenly there's like 9 or 10 documents. Kinda odd stuff too. I didn't really look them over in case there's a brain hazard or something but the couple glances I took.. I don't recognize the formatting. Dir. O'Leary: I mean, I've got a lot on my plate right now, but you've piqued my interest. I'll run them by the folks in infohazards and then take a look, why not. C. Robinson: You want me to email them or fax them over? Dir. O'Leary: (chuckling) Did you know that old place is the only one that still has a fax machine? There's one in the IT department for testing some things and that's about it. You and the other doc departments are the only people that ancient. C. Robinson: (laughing) Yeah, well, I still say it's the best way to send a sheet of paper. I'll send the email over in a bit then. Dir. O'Leary: I appreciate it. Was there something else? C. Robinson: Yeah, how come the whole building smells like cigarettes and gas station liquor? ► ATTACHMENT: Foreword.log ▼ Close File FADE IN: EXT. MOJAVE DESERT - DAY A BLACK 1968 GT MUSTANG rolls across the dry, cracked landscape. In it are two passengers, both obscured by the distance and the blowing sand. A pair of cotton gloves flips a coin in the air. This is PASSENGER ONE. The coin lands in the palm of a glove, heads. The coin is flipped again, then again, landing heads each time. A pair of hands can be seen holding the wheel of the vehicle, PASSENGER TWO, placing Passenger One in the passenger seat. The MOJAVE DESERT passes by in the windshield, blowing sand against the car. PASSENGER ONE raises a gloved hand, and the car comes to a stop. Both people exit the vehicle, the gloved hands coming to Passenger One's sides. There is a .44 Magnum at Passenger One's hip, sitting in a holster on their belt. A dark leather overcoat covers most of Passenger One's body. The .44 Magnum is raised and the cylinder is opened, revealing six empty chambers. Passenger One loads a single round into a chamber, then spins the cylinder. There is the crack of a gunshot, and Passenger Two falls on their back, hands at their side. The sound of footsteps fades into the distance as blood pools around Passenger Two. FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Interview1.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. INT. MURPHY LAW DETECTIVE AGENCY - DAY The hands of a light-skinned man pour a drink of scotch into a shot glass. He lifts the needle of a record player onto a record, then sits back in the chair at his desk, setting the glass of scotch down. He wears a white-collared shirt and tan suspended dress pants, a trademark trilby hat placed loosely on his head. We can see his own .44 sitting loosely in the shoulder-strapped holster. He lifts a cigarette from his mouth and reaches for the newspaper on his desk, sending a puff of smoke into the air. This is MURPHY, and he is ready to give anyone a bit of the business. He's hard and handsome, with a face you could hit with a wrecking ball and bring out unscathed. The slight wrinkling and dark circles show his age and experience in his harsh, unforgiving line of work. He is also our NARRATOR. His voice is a rough growl, as if he'd just ran sandpaper over his vocal cords and cleaned the cuts with rubbing alcohol. NARRATOR There are things in this world most folks just don't have the stomach for. In my work, you get a good helping of it all. Bad people, worse lives. These days, everyone's got something to hide. Us people keep falling deeper into that black pit, filled with death, murder, lizards hellbent on your destruction. The door to the office opens quietly. A pale, redheaded man in a work suit and a driver's cap walks through the door. He's perpetually 20, with a face covered with freckles like the blood spatter of a slash across the neck. This is FRED, the silent observer, a man in the shadows and yet so unlike the darkness in the office. NARRATOR Sometimes, even surprises. FRED I come in here every day, it shouldn't be that surprising anymore. Drinking alone at 11am again, Murph? FRED sits in a chair across from Murphy, watching as he raises the glass to his lips. MURPHY Someone has to. NARRATOR For all the bad in the world, Fred is a little too much good. Good man, good company, hiding nothing. But good company doesn't mean so much these days. The world will just keep spiraling, good or bad. FRED ..Right. Well, I’m here to bring in your mail again. Looks like it’s still all ads and bills. FRED tosses a stack of papers onto Murphy’s desk. FRED You get any new cases yet? MURPHY No, trouble’s still out there, calling my name. FRED Look, Murphy, I’m sorry but how do you know that anymore? You haven’t had a case since 2018, and that was a side gig if anything. Before that, your last real case was, what, 17 years ago? MURPHY groans, then looks down into the swirling liquid in the glass in his hands. He sees The Professor running into his office. He sees a 1937 Olympia Elite Typewriter with three bullet holes sitting on her desk. He sees Dr. Thaum sitting across him in an interview room, attempting to snuff him out. He sees the remnants of an android scattered about the sidewalk of the city, sparking in the rain. The memories fade from the glass, and he looks up. MURPHY I know because you’re here. Wherever you are, trouble comes along. Never part of it, but always there. FRED I mean… FRED looks down at himself, lost in contemplation. FRED I’m just concerned, Murphy. As a friend should be. Your lease for this place is up soon and I’m worried you can’t keep paying it. NARRATOR Money keeps the world spinning, but it can’t buy you justice. The world can keep spinning without that. Maybe the world doesn’t need a Murphy Law anymore. FRED That’s not what I said. Whatever, Murph. Maybe you’re right, something really will come knocking, seeing as I’m here. FRED stands from the desk and walks to the door. FRED All I’m saying is, you should look into a change of career. Join the police, maybe. I just got a job as a limo driver, maybe that’s your calling. You can still drive around the city and brood about the filth or something that way. MURPHY looks up at Fred from the seat behind his desk. He watches him intently, then Fred opens the door. MURPHY Fred? FRED Yes, Murphy? MURPHY stares at him, waiting to say just the right thing, the point that proves him wrong. But it doesn’t come. MURPHY Goodbye, Fred. FRED smiles lightly. FRED See you tomorrow, Murph. FADE OUT. FADE IN. INT. MURPHY LAW DETECTIVE AGENCY - NIGHT MURPHY is asleep in his chair, feet up on his desk. The position is uncomfortable, but he doesn't need comfort. There's a sudden knock at the door, causing Murphy to slowly open his eyes. He draws his piece, aiming it squarely at the door. A letter slides under the door. Murphy sits up, looking at it. NARRATOR My lucky day. MURPHY walks over to the door and picks up the letter. On the front is the words "For Mr. Lawden." Murphy scowls, then flips the letter over. NARRATOR It was the one thing I needed most, the trouble that had been looking for me. It was the inevitability of all things, the bane and purpose of my existence. It was.. ZOOM IN on the wax seal on the back. Camera focuses to reveal the logo of the SCP Foundation stamped into the wax. NARRATOR A case. TITLE SPLASH Murphy Law in.. Skip 7043 - THE MONTAUK FALCON! FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Discovery.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. EXT. MOJAVE DESERT - NIGHT. MURPHY’s car drives down the shambles of a paved road, headlights piercing the inky blackness of night. Murphy’s hands clench the steering wheel. NARRATOR The Foundation was trouble incarnate. They always had almost everything under control, even the things you didn’t know you needed to worry about. They had an ace up their sleeve for nearly every hand that could be dealt. MURPHY’s car screeches to a halt. The headlights illuminate a woman standing in the road, her vehicle sitting behind her. She wears a modestly luxurious red coat, the fur of an animal surrounding her neck. She’s no older than 45, and she speaks with a hint of German to her accent. This is THIRTEEN, and thanks to her status as the top of the top in The Foundation, her commanding presence needs no introduction. Murphy steps out of the car. NARRATOR The Foundation knew the flop before the dealer even flipped the cards. THIRTEEN opens the door to her vehicle. THIRTEEN Hello, Mr. Lawden. Please step into the car. MURPHY grimaces at the name. NARRATOR The only group of people despicable enough to call me that name was the O5 Council and those pencil-pushing pataphysics people, and she didn’t look like a pencil-pusher. MURPHY My car works just fine, toots. THIRTEEN You need to swap vehicles to better appear as my partner. Local authorities already opened an investigation. You’ll be posing as a member of the FBI along with myself. MURPHY You certainly didn’t dress the part. THIRTEEN opens the trunk of the car and removes a FBI uniform. She takes off her coat and puts the uniform on, then removes a second uniform and holds it out for Murphy. He looks at it, then up at her. MURPHY I’m already in my uniform. MURPHY flips up the collar on his leather overcoat. Thirteen frowns. THIRTEEN Whatever you need to work, I suppose. You’re out of my jurisdiction, but I need help here. Whatever I can do to accommodate you, within reason, let me know. Now please get in the car. MURPHY steps into Thirteen’s vehicle, sitting in the passenger seat. Thirteen sits in the driver’s, and the car maneuvers back onto the road and drives off. NARRATOR But for all the quad aces there were to draw, all the card-counting and manipulation, the Foundation always faced the threat of a royal flush. All you can do then is keep the winner from cashing out. They don't call a guy like me to the Vegas deserts unless they see the nail coming to the coffin. THIRTEEN I'm sure you understand from my letter the sensitivity of this case. I'm concerned I can't even let my peers know I'm investigating. The car slows to a stop twenty feet from a wrapping of bright yellow police tape. It’s a grizzly yet clean scene, a single vehicle within the tape, and the victim, PASSENGER TWO, still on his back, blood pooled up around his torso from a stream in his head. The top half of the body lays off the road, covered in dust from the surrounding desert. The area is swarmed with police, their red and blue lights flashing in the distance and splashing over the area like light through flavored syrup bottles. MURPHY pulls the yellow tape over his head and kneels over the body. A couple of officers run over to him, but Thirteen stops them before they can say anything. Thirteen pulls a badge from the pocket of her uniform. THIRTEEN FBI, he’s with me. We’re commandeering this investigation, please step away. OFFICER ONE We sent for a hearse to haul him off to the coroner and a couple detectives from the station, would you like us t- THIRTEEN Call it all off, go home for the night. We’ll let you know if we need anything. OFFICER TWO Alright. I guess he’s someone of interest, then? THIRTEEN Yes, and that’s more than you need to know. The OFFICERS leave. Murphy runs his hands over Passenger Two’s cold cheeks as vehicles drive off, the red and blue lights leaving with them. NARRATOR Heat’s leaving the body, nothing but the sun for warmth out here, and the feathers of buzzards. Cold body, colder act. THIRTEEN You’re getting fingerprints on my body. MURPHY pulls his leather gloves from his coat pocket and puts them on. He turns over Passenger Two’s arms, then his legs, then inspects his neck. MURPHY No struggle. MURPHY reaches into the pockets of Passenger Two’s pants and finds nothing. He stands, then opens the door to the vehicle. MURPHY Smells of vinegar. MURPHY runs his gloved hands along the driver’s seat and inspects them, then the steering wheel. MURPHY Entire vehicle’s been cleaned and disinfected. No fingerprints, no DNA. Whoever killed him wanted him more than dead, they wanted him dead and gone. MURPHY opens the glove box and finds nothing. He shifts over to the passenger side and opens the pocket. MURPHY No registration or insurance papers. Nothing up here, except for this. Inside the pocket sits a small ballcap, the logo of Sasha’s Cleaning Products ironed into the front. MURPHY pulls it out and turns it over in his hands. MURPHY Sasha's Cleaning Products. S.C.P. THIRTEEN A front company of ours, set up a few miles west of here. Lucky they left that here. MURPHY Not luck, you don’t clean up this well and leave a mistake like this behind. I don't suppose the hat’s the only reason I'm here. THIRTEEN No. The reason you're here is because, as the thirteenth member of the O5 council, I have to take threats to our members with the utmost seriousness. You're here because that.. THIRTEEN gestures to Passenger Two, the camera slowly zooming in to Passenger Two's face. THIRTEEN ..is O5-7. FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Interview2.log ▼ Close File EXT. SASHA'S CLEANING PRODUCTS - NIGHT. MURPHY's car drives slowly down a village road, passing by shops and restaurants one by one. The streets are devoid of other life save for the occasional passing car and the street lights shining by overhead. NARRATOR She had armed me with a special access card and a code phrase, although the steel at my hip was all I needed. Her concerns made sense now; the only person close enough to an O5 to have them whacked would be another O5. This narrowed me down to 12 possibilities. The big question is, why? MURPHY stops the car in front of a shop. He gets out and surveys the building. It’s empty inside, a single counter surrounded by various cleaning implements: shelves of disinfectants and window cleaners, walls of vacuums and mops, and a display in the front advertising their personal cleaning services, all of which sit dormant in the dark building. Mounted at the top is a red sign with orange letters, reading “Sasha’s Cleaning Products.” Smaller lettering below it reads “Your mess is our success!” MURPHY steps up to the door and pulls on the handle, but finds it locked. He sighs, then removes a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter from his breast pocket. He places a cigarette between his lips and lights it, then puts the items back. He pulls a keycard from the same pocket and looks at it. Inked in red are the words “level three access.” Next to the door is a card reader. He swipes the card, and the reader blinks green. The door makes a small click before releasing the locking mechanism. MURPHY pushes open the door and steps into the building, smoke wafting up from the cigarette. He steps up to the counter. Next to the register is a small silver bell, a sign stand next to it reading “ring for service.” He presses down on it and the bell rings. After a moment or two, a man opens the door to a back room and comes to the front. He wears a purple shirt with the logo of Sasha’s on the front. He looks tired, but he becomes alert on seeing Murphy. This is ATTENDANT. ATTENDANT I don’t recognize you. You have two minutes to tell me who you are and how you got in here. MURPHY Does ███ █████ ████ ████? ATTENDANT squints, then lifts up the divider in the counter, gesturing for Murphy to enter. Murphy steps behind the counter. Attendant opens the door to the back room and Murphy enters. Inside, the room is lit up by the glow of blinking lights and computer monitors. Desks and servers litter the room. In the back, a large array of screens stand looming over the room. They each display the video feed of a different camera within the village. ATTENDANT What can I help you with? MURPHY Has anything unusual happened around here recently? ATTENDANT Nothing of note, no. MURPHY Have any members of the O5 council been through here in the last few days? ATTENDANT O5-7 came by as a routine check-up night before last, but that isn’t unusual. MURPHY Does he do that often? ATTENDANT Well, yes, he’s comes by biweekly.. and you should know that. MURPHY I’m no O5, I’m just with them. An involved party. ATTENDANT uh-huh. ATTENDANT side-eyes Murphy as they speak, never losing suspicion. MURPHY Did O5-7 do anything unusual? ATTENDANT I don’t know, I wasn’t in. Hey Jimmy! A man sleeping at a desk in the corner suddenly awakens, startled. This is JIMMY. JIMMY What! I’m awake! I’ve been awake! ATTENDANT Did O5-7 do anything off while he was here? JIMMY uhhh… yeah, yeah! He dropped off a body bag and then asked to see the order ledger. MURPHY Show me the ledger, and the body. JIMMY I’ll have to call downstairs to get the body but I can print out the ledger for you in the meantime. NARRATOR Another body, but what’s one amongst foundations. Dead people was not unusual for a society such as this one. The Foundation breeds a different class of desensitivity. It’s disgusting. JIMMY hands Murphy a couple sheets of paper, order logs for cleaning supplies from the last month. Murphy thumbs through them. Camera zooms on the names. Margaret Edmonds, Nolan Boddy, Kevin Alberstram.. nothing of note catches his eyes. JIMMY That’s funny. Storage says somebody checked the body back out. They didn’t leave a name. MURPHY Who was the body? JIMMY asks the same question over the phone. JIMMY They were instructed not to open the bag, so they didn’t. They said it made a whirring sound. I noticed that too, now that I’m remembering it. MURPHY Any ideas where it came from? JIMMY again asks the same question over the phone. JIMMY Well, the bag had “Site-19 Storage” stenciled on. MURPHY Hrm. MURPHY exits the building, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette on his way out. Attendant turns to Jimmy and grabs his shoulder. ATTENDANT Call the boss. Tell him to call his boss. Tell him there's a problem with O5-7. I'm gonna run downstairs and get Site-19 on the line. Whoever that was, even if he had the code.. I don't like the look of him. JIMMY picks up the phone again and begins calling someone. Attendant opens the door to the bathroom, revealing an elevator shaft behind the door. He presses a button and the lift rises to him. He steps in and the lift lowers. Stenciled onto the wall behind the lift are the words "Armed Site-21 Access Lift." FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Interview3.log ▼ Close File EXT. SITE-19 - MORNING. MURPHY pulls his car up to a Site-19 perimeter security booth. He stops the car at the booth window just behind the gate. A security agent pokes his head out of the window. He’s tired and monotone, but hardly careless. This is SECURITY 1. NARRATOR Site-19 was the most sterile and lifeless place on earth, but the life they kept here was nothing to sneeze at. One of the few places where the monsters still roam and the broken have a home. Whatever was waiting for me in there, I couldn’t possibly imagine. SECURITY 1 Facial recognition failed, name and badge number? MURPHY Does ███ █████ ████ ████? SECURITY 1 Does what? I don’t know what that means, sir. Name and badge number or turn around. MURPHY hands the agent his loaned security badge. SECURITY 1 Name, sir. MURPHY squints at the agent, as if trying to stare him down. MURPHY I’m Murphy. Murphy Law. There’s a loud buzz as SECURITY 1 swipes the card and inputs the name into his computer. A small red light on the desk comes on. SECURITY 1 Excuse me for a moment. SECURITY 1 picks up the phone in his booth and punches in a few numbers. He begins talking to someone in the background, staring back at Murphy as he does. NARRATOR These sites were just beehives waiting to be kicked. SECURITY 1 finally hangs up the phone, then sighs. He hands the card back to Murphy. SECURITY 1 Park in Lot A, Door One. MURPHY drives the car up to the lot and steps out, then approaches the door. He scans the ID card and steps inside. Another security agent stands in front of the door waiting to greet him. His tone is more warm, but he is much like the first in intention. This is SECURITY 2. SECURITY 2 Hello, Mr. Law. I’m to escort you to your meeting. MURPHY gives him a cold glare, then nods. Security 2 is unphased. The two walk through the facility, passing by a myriad of locked doors and labelled rooms. Murphy takes a drag on his cigarette. NARRATOR Meeting. If I had a dollar for every arranged meeting I’d been to, I wouldn’t be doing this job. If I had two for every meeting that turned out to be a trap, well, wouldn’t I be lucky. SECURITY 2 opens the door to an interview room. A middle-aged Chinese woman sits at the interview table, waiting patiently. She smiles at Murphy as he enters and he recognizes her instantly. Age has done it’s reshaping, but it’s still the same commanding presence. This is FIVE, and if we told you any more about her, we’d have to kill you. FIVE Hello, Mr. Lawden. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? MURPHY winces at the name again. He sits at the opposite end of the interview table, disgruntled. NARRATOR O5-5. Seventeen years… FIVE How have you been? Good spirits, I hope. MURPHY Hrm. FIVE When Site-21 called us and warned that a man in a leather overcoat and a cigarette addiction would be coming by to investigate O5-7, I knew who it was right away. MURPHY doesn’t speak but looks on in silence. NARRATOR So much for anonymity. FIVE Right, well, O5-7 didn’t show for this morning’s meeting. I assume at least that that's what you're looking into, it's the most concerning thing there is around here and you did ask about him. Here, this is the last sighting of him as he left the facility yesterday. FIVE hands Murphy a stack of printouts, each a screenshot of security cam footage showing O5-7 leaving Site-19. Murphy inspects each image carefully. FIVE I reviewed the security footage at Sasha’s. You seem different. Different demeanor, more.. mellow, less noire. I have to say, it’s rather disappointing. I was hoping for the site to be converted into a sprawling mansion or a dingy dive bar or some such, but no, it's simply the same old place. That's unlike you, unlike your anomaly. Are you okay? Has something changed? There’s a hint of annoyance to Murphy’s voice, like just the wrong buttons were being pressed. MURPHY Where’s the bag. FIVE Pardon? MURPHY He had a body bag from here when he arrived at Sasha’s. It’s not here in these photographs. Why? FIVE gives Murphy an unconvincing smile. FIVE Well, I don’t know. Things just sort of happen around here all the time. It’s possible he picked it up in transit. NARRATOR Like a $500 image of a pixel monkey, I didn’t buy it. Everything about her demeanor reeked of lies and deception. She was hiding something, but what? Her hands weren’t made for the grip of a .44 magnum. MURPHY stands from the table, adjusts his hat, and turns towards the door. FIVE Please, show Mr. Lawden around our facility. Perhaps he might be interested in our investigative department. I hear they’re always looking for work. You’d make a great addition, Murphy. MURPHY Hm. I’ll be around. SECURITY 2 opens the door for Murphy and they both step out of the interview room. Security 2 escorts Murphy back down the same hall, the same array of doors and hatches passing by. NARRATOR She was hiding something, that much was certain, but what? What was in that bag that was so bad that it had to be hidden? SECURITY 2 opens the door to a room labelled “Site-19 Investigation Division.” Inside, Murphy finds a handful of mahogany desks, the dimmed lights projecting a slight orange shade onto them. A whiteboard against the wall is filled with blue scribblings about magicians and a pinboard next to it has the images of people’s faces and names of events tacked on and wrapped together in red string. A vaguely Egyptian woman in a lab coat sits hunched over one of the desks, the room’s sole occupant. This is DR. PATRA, a woman whose sheer grit and determination to get everything done all the time has swamped her with work. It commends a level of admiration, but the tiredness of her face tells a less happy story. NARRATOR Most Foundation investigators were stuffed in someone’s pocket, forging evidence for solved cases either to prevent panic or to “unsolve” it indefinitely. However, *she* was a different case entirely. MURPHY clears his throat. Dr. Patra looks up at him, then looks back down at her work. She looks up again slowly and jumps, as if she hadn’t seen him there the first time. She pushes her seat back and approaches Murphy. Security Two steps around him and stands in the corner of the room. DR. PATRA Opening a new case or checking an old one? MURPHY Where’s the rest of the team, miss.. DR. PATRA *Doctor* Patra, please. They gave us all the day off, actually. Dismissed us all just about an hour ago but I kinda snuck in to grab some case notes and… well… DR. PATRA looks over at her desk, a single desk lamp illuminating documents and photographs tossed about in a wild mess. She gestures to it weakly. DR. PATRA That happened. MURPHY sits down at her desk. She grabs a chair from an empty desk and drags it over, still staring at some of the notes. MURPHY What have you been working on? There’s a hint of genuine curiosity to his voice, as if a soul finally got off the late train and took him over for a moment. DR. PATRA Well, a myriad of things, see there’s this group of street magicians that started appearing recently- MURPHY What’s this? MURPHY pulls a close-up photo of a canvas body bag, the words “Site-19 Storage” stenciled onto its side. DR. PATRA That’s a bag. MURPHY What’s in it? DR. PATRA It’s part of a classified investigation from higher up, I can’t divulge anything without proper credentials, mister.. I’m sorry, who are you? MURPHY furrows his brow, tapping the desk. He thinks for a brief moment, then looks up. MURPHY Does ███ █████ ████ ████? DR. PATRA Does… oh, I see. My apologies. MURPHY What was in the bag, Doctor? DR. PATRA Well, you see, we had a rather important anomaly go missing. I only got a brief overview of it myself, access restrictions being what they are, but you gave the code. We think that anomaly was stuffed in this bag and stolen by the children of the scarlet king. We were pretty sure they’d been wiped out, but someone stole it. MURPHY Who are the suspects? NARRATOR I already knew who’d done it, but the question was why and why’d it get him knocked. Sometimes you gotta ask the wrong questions to get the right answers. DR. PATRA Well, frankly, we don’t have any strong leads other than it’s probably someone from scarlet king, but we’ve been looking into something else, and I have this hunch they’re connected. Someone managed to break into the department of pataphysics about ten months ago. Funny thing is, I can’t find the department anywhere- MURPHY They broke in? People don’t simply break in around here. DR. PATRA Well, the name was on the entry and exit log but there’s no evidence of them appearing anywhere else in the facility or in any other documents. The only reason I think they’re connected is the only other time they appear on the entry and exit log is yesterday, not long after the anomaly went missing. MURPHY What even is the stolen anomaly, Doctor? DR. PATRA They told me it was too bad, not for my eyes. Just that it was extremely important to retrieve it. I assume it's not for my clearance position. Maybe you could ask someone in pataphysics. MURPHY stands to leave. DR. PATRA Oh, sir, one more thing. MURPHY Mhm? DR. PATRA Good luck. FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Interview4.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. EXT. SITE-19 - AFTERNOON MURPHY steps out of the building and back onto the asphalt of the Site-19 parking lot. He looks across the lot at the facility next door, the words "Pataphysics Dept." in big, bold lettering across its top looming over him. NARRATOR I was hoping to god that I wouldn't have to come by this hellish place, but my luck didn't swing that way. It was time for me to have a chat with the people I love most: the pataphysics department. They’d almost gotten me once. MURPHY put his hand around the gun at his hip. NARRATOR They wouldn’t get that close again. MURPHY steps up to the department doors. The department’s logo is pasted on the front glass, the words “Department of Pataphysics” and “WARNING: NarrativoHazards” below it. He swipes his keycard, but the reader blinks red. He tries again, and it fails again. An intercom blows out a blast of static, as if coughing back to life, then a stern voice comes on. INTERCOM Access is restricted to O5 and members of the department, please vacate the area. MURPHY looks at the small speaker above the card reader. He presses a button on it. MURPHY Does ███ █████ ████ ████? INTERCOM Where did you learn that phrase? Why don’t you have a level 5 keycard but have that phrase? Hold still. MURPHY Call O5-13. Tell her Murphy Law’s at pataphysics. INTERCOM I’m sorry, did you say Murphy Law? (distant) Move over, let me see the cam feed. NARRATOR The Foundation was already a nightmare of a company, but the way they lock things sometimes made me wonder if they were just trying to slow me down rather than keep anything contained. The door clicks and pops open. INTERCOM Welcome, Mr. Lawden. My apologies. A member of site security is on the way to let you through the vestibule and take you to my office. MURPHY groans at the name, but steps through the door. A member of pataphysics’ security team comes to greet him. She’s cold, looks distant, and can never seem to look Murphy in the eyes. She wears a pair of odd goggles with green lenses. This is SECURITY 3. SECURITY 3 H-hello, Mr. Lawden. Put these on and follow me please. SECURITY 3 holds out a pair of goggles akin to her own. Murphy doesn’t grab them but instead looks up at her. MURPHY Keep them. I won’t be here long. SECURITY 3 The bursts of light from the machinery will burn your retinas if you do not wear protective eyewear. Please put these on and follow me. MURPHY begrudgingly takes the goggles and straps them on. They look awkward and out of place against his rigid, dark demeanor. They step out into a hall. The wall to their left is made entirely of glass, revealing a vast, expansive room behind it. MURPHY turns his head to look through the window as they walk. A large electrical-mechanical machine takes up most of the space in the room. In the back, a team of scientists in lab coats and green goggles flock around it, while an engineer screws something into an open panel on its side. The engineer closes the panel and gives a thumbs up to the scientists. One of the scientists climbs up a ladder and climbs on top of the machine, then pulls open a hatch in the top and climbs inside. The hatch closes, and a scientist at the other end of the room pulls a lever. The machine revs like the engine of a monster truck with one too many holes in the muffler. It eventually begins glowing and screaming like a tea kettle, then finally fires off a burst of blinding white light, engulfing everything in the room and through the windows, splashing out into the hall and over Murphy. Steam rises from the machine’s hatch, and the scientists clap enthusiastically. MURPHY turns to look at Security 3 with a hint of rising anger to his voice. MURPHY What the hell did they just do to him? SECURITY 3 again struggles to look at Murphy, their vision aimed roughly five inches too far to the left. SECURITY 3 The subject was transported up a narrative layer. She was not cooked, fried, or otherwise exposed to an open flame or uncomfortable and/or lethal temperature. SECURITY 3 looks relatively forward again. SECURITY 3 We don’t know what the steam is from. SECURITY 3 stops at the end of the hall and opens a large metal door. Inside is a relatively small and very sparse office. It sports four gray and featureless walls with a single monitor on a wooden desk next to a couple of cabinets. A pair of green goggles sit atop the desk next to the monitor. In the corner by the door is a single fake potted plant. There is a single occupant, a man in a lab coat staring straight ahead, eyesight aligned with the top of the doorframe, sitting somewhat upright in a black swivel chair. His pupils are splintered into six black circles in each eye. He sits upright a bit more on noticing Murphy and Security 3 stepping into his room and his pupils collapse into each other to form two black masses again. He’s warm and understanding, if not a slight distant all the time. This is DR. NARRA. DR. NARRA Ah, Murphy Lawden! Apologies, I didn’t see you come in! Please, have a seat. A second swivel chair appears across from the desk. MURPHY sits down and takes a drag on his cigarette. MURPHY Hello, Doctor… DR. NARRA Doctor Narra, although you can call me Tiv if you’d like. NARRATOR This place was beyond unusual, it was warped. Like a record someone had carved their initials into. They say the world is always changing, but in here, nothing stayed the same. Even if I played this close to the chest, I could be looking at a hand full of elevens if I didn’t pay close enough attention. DR. NARRA Actually, we do quite a good job of keeping things under control here. It could be far worse if unrestrained. MURPHY squints and stares Dr. Narra in the eyes, but Dr. Narra doesn’t seem to notice. NARRATOR Like Fred, he was reading my thoughts before I had even made them into words. Was he an anomaly? DR. NARRA Ah, yes! Much like 423! Although whether or not we’re anomalies is a topic of some debate around here. Side effect of jumping narrative layers, I’m afraid. You just… DR. NARRA looks up above Murphy, staring deeply into nothing. His pupils split apart and morph together, bending and twisting and floating about every which way. DR. NARRA …can’t stop seeing the layer you jumped to. DR. NARRA shakes his head and looks back at Murphy, pupils normal again. DR. NARRA But anyway, enough about that. I’d like to make amends between our department and the Murphy Law Detective Agency. I realize we’ve been on.. rocky grounds in the past, but I assure you Doctor Thaum is no longer under our employment. NARRATOR He could make all the promises he wanted, but it didn’t make a minute’s worth of difference to me. What Thaum did to me, you can’t make up with words. DR. NARRA Alright, fair enough. Maybe actions speak louder. What can I do for you? MURPHY I’m told your security picked up some peculiarities. An unknown entry on the enter and exit log? DR. NARRA Ah, yes. DR. NARRA pulls out one of his filing cabinets and removes a folder, the only item in the entire cabinet. He hands it over to Murphy. DR. NARRA Someone got in through the back garage. We have a keypad lock on the garage door. Outdated, I know, that’s probably how it happened. Someone finally mentioned it ten months back and the request to replace it with a card reader like every other door has been jammed in some bureaucratic hell since. MURPHY flips open the folder and runs his fingers down the page. MURPHY This person broke in ten months ago. DR. NARRA (slight sarcasm) Why do you suppose it was brought to my attention? MURPHY What did they do while they were here? DR. NARRA Well, it looked as though they rifled through some old documents and then.. climbed into the NarrativeJumper. Something shorted in the lever mechanism and it went off on its own while he was inside. Someone lost their vision for it, poor soul. MURPHY I suppose that's why he isn't shown leaving. DR. NARRA That's right. They would've been transported up a narrative layer- I'm sorry, do you know how narrative layers work? Imagine an infinite sandwich. Our narrative reality - everything we know of, within the confines of this reality or otherwise - exist within a narrative spa- MURPHY There's an upper layer that controls this one, and somehow we control a lower one. We don't have the time here for in-depth discussions of the narrative stack. Any idea when he returned? DR. NARRA No clue. I was under the impression that he hadn't for a long time, until someone broke in again. MURPHY Again? When was this? DR. NARRA Yesterday. I took it to the investigative team at Site-19 after that. Their name wasn't on the log the first time, but yesterday they just put down their name and left. It was.. Norridge Bolly. Weird name. MURPHY flips forward through the papers to confirm, and finds the name. Norridge Bolly. MURPHY So how- A woman in a lab coat opens the metal door. She begins talking to DR. NARRA without even noticing Murphy in the room. This is SCIENTIST. SCIENTIST S.R.A. V7 is packed and ready to be shipped, sir! Would you like to- DR. NARRA Please, I'll be at the party in a minute. We have a guest here! SCIENTIST Ah, my apolo- SCIENTIST looks over at Murphy and freezes, speechless. She then bursts out like a fangirl. SCIENTIST MURPHY LAWDEN?? He's back! You're here! Oh my god oh my god can you sign my arm? MURPHY glares at her, somewhat surprised. DR. NARRA Please, give our guest some space! SCIENTIST Oh. Oh, of course. Just a picture? Maybe? DR. NARRA looks over at Murphy, who looks confused and shrugs. She squeaks and whips out her phone, then leans down next to Murphy and takes a selfie with him. He looks disgruntled and does his best not to touch her. SCIENTIST Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll cherish this forever! She exits the room, slamming the door behind her. DR. NARRA Sorry, Murphy. You're something of a fan favorite with the younger employees. MURPHY rubs his eyes and sets the papers back down on the desk. MURPHY How exactly did they get past the keypad lock? DR. NARRA We don't know. It's a 9-number keypad with five numbers needed. There's 59,045 possibilities. On the cam footage, they just punch in the number and waltz in. Either they knew it from someone else, or they got real lucky. Like, really, really lucky. They did it again the second time too, even after we changed the code. MURPHY stands from the desk. He takes another drag on his cigarette. MURPHY I believe that's all. DR. NARRA Of course. Let me know if you ever need anything else. MURPHY grabs the door handle, then looks down in contemplation, before turning around. MURPHY There was a document on a stolen skip the investigative team was looking into, do you know what it is, and do you have the file? DR. NARRA Oh, Murphy… DR. NARRA's pupils split apart again, bouncing about his eyes in tiny dots. DR. NARRA I have the files for everything. DR. NARRA opens his filing cabinet and pulls out a file, the only item in the entire cabinet once again. He reaches across the desk and hands it to Murphy. DR. NARRA You have a good day now, Mr. Lawden. MURPHY winces at the name. MURPHY Stop calling me that. DR. NARRA Whatever suits you, Mr. Law. Whatever suits you. MURPHY exits the building with the file still closed under his arm, then unlocks his car and sits in the driver's seat. He sets the file down on his lap as he closes the door, then flips it open. He holds up the pages, his eyes scanning through them. Camera zooms in on his eyes, widening slowly in growing concern until they're wider than ever. Camera then switches to zooming in on the SCP's item number: SCP-231-7. ► ATTACHMENT: Exploration.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. EXT. FORMER SITE DIRECTOR AUGUST’S MANSION - LATE AFTERNOON. MURPHY’S hands grip his steering wheel with force, flooring the gas pedal and gritting his teeth. The vehicle races down the desert road. NARRATOR SCP-231 was a god damn disgusting display of human cruelty. I didn’t care if it was related to the investigation or not, I had to find out what Procedure 110-Montauk was, at any cost. Most of the procedure itself was blotted out, trying to keep it away from my prying eyes, but I could read between the lines, and what was there was downright terrible. What kind of despicable monsters could put another human through this suffering? I may be cold towards the suffering of others, but this was something else. Something else entirely. MURPHY’S car screeches to a halt outside of August’s mansion. The once bright, massive building now appears to be falling to decay, with vines climbing up the walls and to the rooftops. The paint on the wood is fading and chipping away, and the concrete steps up to the front door are crumbling apart. The building emits a vaguely stale smell, like a workshop filled with sawdust and cans of pure lead paint. NARRATOR If anyone knew what 110-Montauk was, it would be August. I’d narrowly beaten him at this game once, all that time ago, but this time I gave myself a coin-flip chance. MURPHY grabs hold of the .44 magnum in the holster at his side. NARRATOR And this was my lucky two-headed coin. MURPHY knocks on the door, but there’s no answer. He slams the door-knocker against the door but there’s still no answer. Murphy kicks in the door, sending the locking mechanism flying into the room. The interior is just as decrepit as the exterior. All the lights are off, the building illuminated solely by the sunlight streaming through the massive, tinted windows. Everything is covered in layers of dust of varying depth. MURPHY steps through the door, gun drawn. The mansion is empty. There’s not a single soul anywhere in the building. MURPHY searches every room: the kitchen, the living room, the pool room, the billiards room, the basement, the wine cellar. He eventually walks up the stairs. MURPHY August, you bastard, come on out now! MURPHY searches through his bedroom, the bathrooms, the attic, then finally arrives at his office. He opens the door and yet again, there’s nobody there. The room is lined with shelves and shelves of books, and a single desk in the back of the room, sitting directly in the sunlight streaming through the massive window behind it. Murphy turns to leave before he notices a small stack of papers sitting atop the desk. One of the desk drawers is pulled open, and a manila folder sits on the ground. MURPHY spins around the swivel chair at the desk and sits, then grabs the stack of papers. NARRATOR A step in the right direction. Little bits and pieces of 110-Montauk coming out to show themselves. The whole folder is documents from the operation. Little notes on staff movements, prisoner schedules, every time they set that poor woman’s mind back a week. Notes and notes on that torture, going all the way back a month. What kind of man.. MURPHY flips to the last page, a small sheet of a larger expense report. Material costs, upkeep costs, bills. NARRATOR Then I found it, the bit that cracked this whole thing open. A single note down at the bottom. A question mark. At the bottom of the page, next to the number for staff costs - 20.3 million dollars - a large red question mark, and an arrow pointing to the number. MURPHY turns the page over and the back is flooded with with math symbols, the handwriting getting more erratic as it goes. Finally, at the bottom, “20,300,000 - 1,050,000 = 19,250,000!!!!!” NARRATOR What was that one million? What did it mean? Find more, find the paper trail. That’s how this always goes. MURPHY starts searching the room. He pulls open the other drawers in the desk, leafing through folder after folder. He turns his attention to the bookcases, running his thumb over each cover. Every book is covered in dust. These are all nothings: The World Encyclopedia, The Great Gatsby, the Bible. MURPHY Come on, show me expense reports, record-keeping, receipts, even a love letter from an accountant will do. MURPHY’S hands stop just before a single book, named “The Golden Key.” Where all the other books on the shelf were covered in dust and grime and hadn’t been touched in years, here there were a couple spots where you could still see the binding clearly, a mark just about the size and shape of a palm. MURPHY My lucky day. MURPHY pulls out the book. It doesn’t come out of the case. Instead, the wall makes a clicking sound, and the book is pulled back into the shelf. Murphy steps back as the bookcase turns, opening to reveal a wooden staircase in a small, narrow corridor. A small light hangs down from the ceiling, the hall’s only lighting. MURPHY draws his gun again and steps down the stairs. The bookcase closes behind him and a button pops out of the wall. He turns to watch, then continues down. At the bottom of the steps is a rotting, wooden door. MURPHY grabs the handle and cracks it open. Another ceiling light illuminates a wooden room lined with metal drawers and cabinets, some pulled out revealing stacks and stacks of manila folders, some dumped out on the ground like a cream-colored sea. There’s a wooden desk pushed against the back wall, and a chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by tons of slips and sheets of paper. MURPHY gets down on his hands and knees and starts grabbing at papers, looking through each of them. Expenses, receipts, all of it laid out in a frantic search for something. By the chair in the center, Murphy grabs a stack of receipts. NARRATOR It wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but it was the right answer anyhow. It’s what all this meant. Handwriting stretches across each receipt, adding up the values. Last month’s new uniforms, food, pay, equipment, morale services, etc. A red pen takes the expenses and adds them up along the side of the receipts, the total coming out to $1,050,000. NARRATOR Twenty million dollars sent to staff budgets, and only one million of it spent. Where did the money go? What the hell did you find, August… MURPHY shuffles through the piles again before pulling out a sheet of paper. It’s a Site-19 accounting report. $19,050,000 sent to Site-19, the sender and the reason redacted. Red pen circles the “[REDACTED]s” frequently. The only info left is “to be used for,” followed by the words “transfer to council funding.” The purpose for that, again, redacted. NARRATOR And what does the O5 need that money for? MURPHY digs again, at this point crumpling up papers he doesn’t need and lobbing them across the dank room. Finally, he finds a memo. The words “WHAT THE FUCK???” are scribbled in red ink across the top. Murphy’s eyes scroll across the memo. They catch a few lines in the center: “In the interest of council morale and stability, the O5 council will begin taking rotating vacation periods, with a quarter of the council taking vacation once a month until the next rotation, which occurs on the 28th of each month.” Murphy scrambles back for the accounting report. His eyes again scroll down to the 19.05 million. Transfer date: The 27th. MURPHY stands up, takes off his hat, and stares down at the papers in his hand. His cigarette almost falls from his mouth. NARRATOR They give themselves nineteen million dollars, and then piss off to kokomo. All under the guise of 110-Montauk, funding the torture of this girl to “save the world.” MURPHY looks around the room in slight distraught before noticing something on the desk in the corner. He walks up to it and finds a tape recorder sitting on top. There’s a tape sitting next to it, the label reading “LISTEN TO ME” in red pen. A considerable number of red pens sit strewn about the ground around the desk. Murphy places the tape in the player and hits play. TAPE PLAYER This is August, former director of Site-19 for the SCP Foundation. I have to assume you work for them too if you’re here, listening to this. Otherwise, well, you found something you shouldn’t have, to put it plainly. Anyway, I’m sure you’ve seen the room. See, uh, 2004, we recovered a number of pregnant girls from a cult called the children of the scarlet king. Whenever one of the girls had their kid, something catastrophic happened, like a few hundred people dying, and it got worse with each one. We got down to one unborn kid before we finally worked out a method of.. stopping her. It was, uh, brutal, excruciatingly so. Sickening to a lot of people. I can’t overstate how.. awful it was. But procedure 110-montauk was necessary for a period. I was just a regular level four then, I hadn’t been promoted to director yet. We uh, um, shit what’s the word.. proposed. We proposed a couple solutions over the years. There was, uh, killing the kid in the womb at first. One of the girls had it stillborn and the event still happened so that was out. Then we proposed dropping her down 1437, disintegrating the entire person, cryogenic stasis… the only thing they didn’t turn down was some small efficiency thing. We put forward a proposal to design a machine that attached to the body… MURPHY turns away from the desk and looks out towards the open room. He pulls open a drawer of one of the filing cabinets labelled “machine projects” and flips through it. He flips past a series of folders, each labelled with the name of a different machine: “SRA V7,” “NarrativeJumper,” then finally “111-Montauk.” TAPE PLAYER It’s small, little upkeep, most we needed was an engineer to oil it every now and again. She probably could’ve walked with it if, you know, she could walk. Sent the proposal to the O5s and they turned it down too. The whole staff was tired, morale ran dry a long long time ago, so they threw a mutiny of sorts. Built it anyway, hooked it up, and it worked. It even silenced her and applied the amnestics itself. Made this funny little whirring sound that still plays back in my head all the time. So we just kept on pretending to run things. Faked some documents, made it look real, like we were still doing all that unspeakable stuff to her. I put in for my retirement about.. well, about ten months back. About the same time they started denying our proposals. Started going through old docs and things just for kicks after I got my retirement approval a few months later… MURPHY pulls out a cabinet labelled “personal memos” and flips through it before his hands land on a document titled “NOTICE OF RETIREMENT APPROVAL.” At the bottom, it’s signed “-Noah Dee, HR Department.” TAPE PLAYER and then I figured out why they never approved anything. How long they prolonged that suffering just to launder a few million, it’s.. it’s, it’s pathetic and disgusting. The audio begins to sound warped and distorted, as if performed by a robot. TAPE PLAYER O5-5, O5-6, and O5-7 meet at this bar, one on 34th street, just about every night after work, around 7pm. I’m gonna take what I know and confront them there, seeing as they oversee everything at 19. I don’t think any of them are spearheading this, but someone’s gotta say something. I just hope security will see the light when I start talking. Otherwise… well, that’s just my luck, isn’t it. The recording cuts out. MURPHY sits in the middle of the room. Camera pulls out slowly. FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Interrogation.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. EXT. MONTAUK FALCON - SUNSET. MURPHY walks up to the front of The Montauk Falcon, his car parked at the side of the road behind him. The front of the building is washed in pink, purple, and blue light from the neon signs posted on its front. The name of the bar illuminates the road, a massive buzzing sign covering most of the upper area. He notices a limo parked in front and approaches the driver window. A familiar red-headed man in a drivers cap and purple jacket sits in the driver’s seat twiddling his thumbs. This is DRIVER, and we’ve already met him before. Murphy taps on the window. DRIVER Who- Oh, Murphy! How are ya? MURPHY Hello, Fred. I don’t suppose you drove the O5s here? DRIVER This is why you’re the detective and I’m not. They’re in the VIP room, I think. MURPHY Thanks, Fred. I appreciate it. MURPHY stands from the car window and grabs the handle to the front door. NARRATOR The Foundation always had the upper hand. I wasn’t sure if I had a hand at all. Ace-high doesn’t get you very far. Now I’m here, just before the gates of hell, with the only person at my side being Lady Luck, and she was a cruel mistress. MURPHY pushes open the door. NARRATOR Here we go. MURPHY is greeted by a smoky, oaken interior. The building has a warm, inviting atmosphere about it. The bar itself is placed along the left wall, a bartender serving drinks to a couple of men who are watching a football game behind the bartender. Spread out across the room is a litter of tables and chairs, some with patrons at them, all situated to face the stage at the other end of the room. Atop it, a jazz band plays a rendition of Frank Sinatra’s “Luck be a Lady Tonight.” Various streams of cigarette smoke float up to the ceiling from a number of different people inside, including patrons, the bartender, and the pianist. By the stage, a fire exit door sits with a glowing exit sign. A large window at the other side of the room sits above the stage, with two people conversing on a couch. They’re both dressed fancy-like, sipping martinis. Murphy recognizes one of them and deduces the identity of the other - O5-5 and O5-6. A man in a suit at the front offers to take MURPHY’s coat, and Murphy tries to shrug him off. He insists, and Murphy begrudgingly obliges. MURPHY surveys the room for a moment before noticing an orange and yellow neon sign in the back, over a small doorway, reading “VIP” in blinking letters. He strolls through the room to the door, pushes it open, and steps up a small flight of stairs and into a small purple corridor. The hall is lined with members of a MTF squad. Murphy stops and eyes them each individually. At the end of the hall, just past a storage closet, is a closed door, a small plastic sign on the front also reading VIP. Murphy walks towards it. As he passes by the first MTF member, the member steps behind him, following him to the door. Murphy turns and looks back at him. MURPHY I.. what? As MURPHY passes the next agent, that agent also steps behind him. Then the next one. NARRATOR What are they doing? MURPHY passes the storage closet, which emanates a low hum. Finally, with 5 MTF members behind him, Murphy looks over his shoulder and turns the doorknob to the VIP room. NARRATOR This all feels off. MURPHY opens the door and closes it behind him. The MTF don’t follow him in, but the humming from the storage closet does. FIVE stands to greet Murphy, accompanied by a larger, balding man. He speaks with a vaguely southern accent, as if he couldn’t decide if he was born in Wisconsin or Kentucky. There’s a charm to it that betrays his underwhelming figure, as if he could talk his way out of anything. Anything but Murphy Law. This is SIX, and if we told you any more about him, it.. uh… FIVE Hello, Murphy. Take a seat, won’t you? SIX drags an uncomfortable wooden chair over from the corner of the room and sets it behind Murphy. MURPHY What? How did you know I’d be here? SIX You see, Mr. Lawden, there is very little we don’t know. I’m sure you understand that much. A little birdy warned us you’d be here. FIVE He told us you’d catch on to our little trust fund as soon as Seven hit the dirt, so we whipped up a little something to keep you from getting any farther. SIX Those pataphysics folks, they can make you anything if they set their mind to it. The Mark-7 Reality Anchor is a prime example. That humming? It’s the sound of progress. MURPHY I… I-I don’t understand? W-what about the tapes at August’s, the files? That proves everything! MURPHY looks on at them bewildered. His face turns pale and his stomach begins to churn. FIVE Oh, yes, the information is real. SIX Have you ever drank a mango-flavored margarita out of a hollowed-out pineapple? I still don’t know how that place in the Bahamas pulled that off… FIVE Was that the trip back in July? I don’t think I tried one! MURPHY PLEASE! What is happening to me!? FIVE turns to Murphy with a condescending smile Five: You see, Mr. Lawden, the end of August’s recording, the part about meeting here, that was the only part that wasn’t real. Murphy sits upright, jaw open slightly. Six: You don’t honestly believe that we’d meet at the same place at the same time every night, do you? Do you know what kind of safety risk that would be? You have to split them up and scatter them about, different places and different times. Otherwise someone might actually get us! The setting begins to fade away into a nightclub, the mahogany wood giving way to dark blue walls, the tables disappearing in favor of a crowd of people jumping up and down to loud music and the stage band becoming a DJ at a raised booth. Five: Now you’re stuck here, with that reality anchor in the closet slowly pulling you apart, because you take everything you’re given at face value. For someone who’s always on edge, looking for liars, you sure are bad at catching them. SCP-3143: What? What is.. Who am I? Where am I? SCP-3143’s body language and tone shift drastically, indicating a switch to its original pataphysical person. O5-6: You’re Murphy Lawden. We’re here to help with what’s troubling you, we just need you to stay calm. Can you tell us how you feel? SCP-3143: I.. No. No, I’m not Murphy Lawden. O5-5: You wrote “It Always Rains,” the story featuring hard-boiled ace detective Murphy Law, didn’t you? “I’m just the guy you call when everything that could go wrong… did.” SCP-3143: No, that’s.. that was someone else. I didn’t write that. That wasn’t me. O5-5: Well, SCP-3143, you’ve exhibited the same properties that Murphy Lawden has. It would reason therefor that you must be Mr. Lawden, unless something’s changed. SCP-3143: I.. He wrote the others. Lawden- that’s not even his name. He wrote “For Murder” and “The Foundation Always Rings Twice.” This- this one… O5-6 turns to O5-5. O5-6: Ah, that’s what pataphysics refers to 3043 and 3143 as in their notes. Must be an in-house thing. SCP-3143: How have.. how have you commandeered my story? O5-6: Well, our mutual friend - the little birdy - he had some tips for us. He set us up with this vacation package in the first place. It’s a brilliant plan. O5-5: And he led us towards capturing you. SCP-3143: This- th-this can’t happen. This can’t go this way! SCP-3143 begins yelling. SCP-3143: This isn’t how this meeting is supposed to happen! This can’t go wrong! It can’t! O5-5: Please, Mr. Lawden. Settle down. You’re in for a long stay with us. SCP-3143: I’m not Mister fucking Lawden! I have to do this! I-I have to win this! I have to! O5-6: And why is that? SCP-3143: BECAUSE IT’S ALL I’VE GOT! I RIP THE MAGNUM OFF MY HIP AND SHOOT SIX THROUGH HIS STUPID FUCKING SKULL! ME: THIS IS ALL WRONG! FIVE: Oh shi- AND YOU TOO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, EAT A FUCKING BULLET! THEN THOSE GUARDS OUTSIDE RUN IN HERE BUT THEYRE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE SO THEY FUCK OFF AND THAT GOD DAMN HUMMING STOPS. Out in the dancing crowd I see that smug asshole looking up here with a pair of binoculars, that birdy they were talking about. Fuck that! I shoot the glass window open and jump out, rolling onto the floor below. I spot him in the crowd as he drops the binoculars and runs. “YOU AREN’T GETTING AWAY THAT EASY!” I yell, running after him. No, no that’s not how the formatting works! This is all fucked up! This is fucked up so bad oh god! ME I run into the crowd after him. The crowd begins screaming and running for the exits. But the crowd isn’t supposed to be here! This is an atmospheric bar!! The crowd disappears and the tables return. The DJ booth fades away and returns to a band on stage still playing as the couple of smoking patrons scramble for the door. The saxophone player looks up at the VIP room window and drops the brass instrument midway through Dean Martin’s “You’re Nobody ‘Till Somebody Loves You,” sprinting for the door. The song ends in a cacophony of crashing instruments as the band runs off the stage. A man in a dark leather jacket and a single gloved hand shoves his way through the small running crowd and out the side exit. I run through the exit but he disappears into the night. I pull the door back open. ME Fuck. Fuck… okay. Okay, alright. Get back in character. Search the room. Stop saying fuck so much. I- no, MURPHY stops and takes a couple deep breaths. He sits down on the ground, shaking. There’s a couple spatters of blood across his white satin shirt. The bodies of Five and Six still sit collapsed against the shattered window frame. NARRATOR Something had happened here. Something went wrong in that meeting, but… MURPHY opens the cylinder of his magnum, three empty shells greeting him. He closes it again. NARRATOR That answers that. But that man, with the binoculars… Those two didn’t shoot O5-7, so who did? MURPHY stands to his feet, uneasy. He takes stock of the room, noting every overturned table and chair. In the middle of the tables, he notices a couple of items on the ground: a pair of binoculars, and a black cotton glove. Murphy kneels down and picks up the binoculars and turns them over in his hand, then picks up the gloves. He turns them over too, then opens them and checks the seam inside. A small tag sticks out, with the words “MC&D DISPLAY ONLY” written on them in black marker. NARRATOR I could only think of one person who could check on this for me, but it was a hunch. If I was gonna find this birdy, I’d have to be real lucky. Birdy, birdy… why do I keep going back to that? Police sirens blare outside the building, getting closer. They come to a stop outside the front door. A pair of officers throw the front doors open, guns drawn. OFFICER 1 FREEZE! Nobody move! MURPHY is the only remaining occupant in the room. He stands again, and begins slowly walking backward towards the emergency exit. The officers surveil the messy, distraught building before looking up and noticing the two dead bodies of Five and Six still laying against the shattered window frame of the VIP room. They look back at Murphy, gun in his hand and blood on his shirt, and finally the situation clicks to each of them. Murphy turns and sprints out the emergency door. Officer 2 moves to chase after him but Officer 1 puts his hand on his chest. OFFICER 1 Save your energy. We’ll find him. FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Discovery2.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. EXT. SITE-19 - NIGHT. MURPHY burns rubber down the desert pavement, smoke and dust kicking up behind his car. The motor sounds as angry as Murphy, tearing up the road under it. NARRATOR Those sons of bitches had put the cops on my back, for good. They set me up, that was the only way any of this made sense. It’s only a matter of time before the cops catch up with me, and by then the Foundation would have MTF units swarming me like bees. I was gonna have to get in and out of 19 before they caught wind of what had happened. I needed more than my .44 to pull this off, I needed luck. I’m a wanted man now, it was only a matter of time. The car screeches to a halt outside of Site-19’s perimeter gate. Security 1 pokes his head out of the security booth. SECURITY 1 Facial recognition failed, name and- MURPHY shoots him a glare that cuts through his eyes and pierces his soul. SECURITY 1 M-my apologies, Mr. Law. SECURITY 1 presses a button on the control panel and the gate lifts. Murphy revs the car’s engine and blasts down the road. The car pulls in to the parking lot as people pour out the building’s doors, leaving work for the night. People in lab coats and various colored uniform shirts all flow out of the exit. Murphy gets out of his car and starts pushing through the crowd. NARRATOR Where is she, where is she? MURPHY keeps pushing through people before finally grabbing a woman in a lab coat by the shoulder. She turns to him, flustered, then settles down after recognizing his face. DR. PATRA Oh, Jesus, it’s you. Look, I’m off work. If you need something from the department you should come back tomorrow or- MURPHY pulls the black cotton glove from his pocket and holds it up to her. DR. PATRA stands back, distraught. She then narrows her eyes at it. CUT TO. INT. SITE-19 INVESTIGATION DEPT. - Night. DR. PATRA begins talking while shuffling through papers at her desk, searching for something in the wreckage of her workstation. DR. PATRA That logo on the tag would mean it came from Marshall, Carter, and Dark, the company that sells anomalous items. Ten months ago someone knocked over one of their delivery trucks, and that truck was full… DR. PATRA lifts a photo - the truck laying in the dirt on the side of a country road - out of the pile of things on her desk. She flips it over, the back side of the photo showing a shot of the truck’s interior, where crates of black cotton gloves had been turned over and dumped onto the ground, likely from the truck flipping over. DR. PATRA …Of those gloves. MURPHY Why gloves? DR. PATRA According to MC&D’s own paperwork, they let you manipulate probability. Make your own luck, essentially. You could change the outcome of anything from coin flips to- MURPHY Could you change the probability of guessing a passcode correctly? DR. PATRA I mean, I guess so. MURPHY What about the chances a lever malfunctions and activates without you touching it? DR. PATRA What? MURPHY What about the chances someone else drags a body bag to multiple locations without raising suspicion only for you to pick it up, kill them, and get away with it? DR. PATRA What are you saying? What is this about?? MURPHY Could it be done!? DR. PATRA Yes, I guess it could! I didn’t even think that was the important part! MURPHY Well what is!? DR. PATRA This! DR. PATRA pulls a sheet of paper from the pile of things on her desk and slams it on top. It’s a photocopy of a sheet of crumpled, worn and torn lined notebook paper. Murphy grabs it up off the desk. DR. PATRA The perpetrator left this at the scene. We’ve picked up notes from them before but never anything solid, just evidence of minor interference here and there and some scuffles with anomalies. MURPHY’s eyes zip down the page, rolling over the scrawled writing, hunting for a name. DR. PATRA They suffer from an anomaly that causes a lost sense of person, not just to themselves but the world as a whole. Like they’re always just a face in the crowd, no matter what they do. Must feel pretty empty. MURPHY’s eyes finally find the signature at the bottom of the page. “-Nobody.” MURPHY Nobody? Nobody… DR. PATRA A pseudonym, we think. Only description we’ve ever had is he’s middle-aged, vaguely European, might even be multiple people… MURPHY No-body. Why have I heard that name before? DR. PATRA Well it’s a word, so… MURPHY No, it’s… the person who broke into the pataphysics department, that was Norridge Bolly. MURPHY takes a pencil off of Dr. Patra’s desk and slaps the note down, scribbling the name down on it. MURPHY The man who signed August’s retirement, that was a man named Noah Dee. DR. PATRA I- what are you getting at? MURPHY In the ledger O5-7 checked at Sasha’s, there was a Nolan Boddy. No. Bolly, Noah Dee, No. Boddy. Nobody, Nobody, Nobody! DR. PATRA I-I don’t understand. MURPHY Give me your phone, call Sasha’s! DR. PATRA hands Murphy the receiver to the phone in her desk. She dials a few numbers and the phone begins to ring. Jimmy picks up the other line. JIMMY Sasha’s cleaning products, your mess is our success. What can I do you for? MURPHY Your order ledger, Nolan Boddy, who is he!? JIMMY I’m sorry sir, I’m not at liberty to divulge cust- MURPHY DOES ███ █████ ████ ████!? JIMMY One second, sir… A few seconds pass as Jimmy pulls open a drawer and removes the ledger, then flips through it. JIMMY Nolan Boddy, came in yesterday to purchase a few packages of disinfectant and magic eraser sponges. MURPHY Did he say anything about who he is or what they’re for!? JIMMY Uh, yeah, he said he worked as a janitor at the Aria? You know, the big hotel on the vegas strip? MURPHY hangs up the phone and runs out the door. Dr. Patra runs up to the department door and yells at him down the hall. DR. PATRA Where are you going!? What did I miss!? MURPHY sprints down the hall and skids to a stop just before the main exit. The exit is blocked off by an entire MTF unit. One member stands in front of them, MTF-SHAI 1. She has a booming voice that carries and commands the rest of the unit and an iron will to match. MTF-SHAI 1 Murphy Law! For the murders of O5-5, 6, and 7, you’re coming with us! Submit now or face lethal force! MURPHY takes off farther down the hall, not taking the time to process the words. The MTF come around the corner and take aim, but before anyone can open fire, Murphy throws open the door to a room labelled “Cafeteria” and sprints inside. MURPHY leaps over chairs and slides over desks as MTF-Shai pours in the door. NARRATOR To let them take me now, dead or alive, would be a shame. I still have a case to solve and by god was I gonna solve it. I just needed a prayer, a little luck, and an out. MURPHY dives over the cafeteria hot bar and into the kitchen as a spatter of bullets fly by around him. He runs through the kitchen, past lines of stoves and countertops, while the gunfire behind him knocks over all sorts of cookware. At the back, Murphy finds a single thick window. He shoots it twice, neither shot breaking it, then sprints at it and jumps, turning his back towards the glass, and cascading through it. He hits the ground outside and rolls onto the pavement, surrounded by broken glass. He stands, a cut from the glass causing him to bleed from the arm, and scrambles for his car. He jumps in and fires it up just as MTF-Shai 1 and the other MTF run out the door. MTF-SHAI 2 Get the cars? MTF-SHAI 1 No, I heard his talk with Patra. We know where he’s going. Send a few undercover to the Aria and get ahold of 21. We’ll get him. His luck’s gonna run out eventually. In the distance, MURPHY’s car disappears over the horizon. FADE OUT. ► ATTACHMENT: Closing_Statement.log ▼ Close File FADE IN. INT. ARIA LOBBY - Midnight. The inside of the Aria Hotel and Casino is expensively furnished and bustling with people. It’s lined with Japanese plant life and large plastic butterflies hanging down from the ceiling. The walls are covered in shiny gold and massive windows. Outside, the lights of the city shine down on masses of people still moving about, bringing life to the night and illuminating a world of partying, gambling, and sin. MURPHY bursts through the front door, taking great strides down the hall as he wraps his arm in gauze. He tears the end of the spool off with his teeth and tucks it into the wrapping, then shoves the rest in his pocket. MURPHY pushes past a crowd of people and right up to the woman at the front desk. The crowd steps back and clears a path for him on seeing him. He’s a grizzly spectacle: shirt soaked in sweat and painted with blood, eyes tired and racing, and an anger on his face that takes over his whole demeanor. He slams his magnum on top of the front desk, scaring the CLERK behind the counter. She’s meek, soft-spoken, and Murphy frightens her and just about everyone around him. MURPHY Looking for a man, mid-30’s, vaguely European, checked in recently. CLERK I-I’m sorry s-sir, th-that’s half our clientele. MURPHY Shit. MURPHY pulls the gun off the counter and slams the countertop in anger. He turns and leans against the counter, eyes surveying the room while he thinks. They scan over the luxurious fittings, people in nice suits coming and going, suitcases probably filled with truly valuable things, then he eyes the casino. It rings and dings, the sounds of greed and chance beckoning unsuspecting players over for "just one more spin." He turns around sharply, an idea coming to him. MURPHY Has anyone exceedingly lucky come by, perhaps carrying a large bag? Again, would've checked in recently. CLERK W-well, there was one man who booked a room yesterday. H-he won t-two jackpots in a row, then used s-some of the money o-on the booking. MURPHY What was his name and what room is he in? CLERK I-I'm sorry s-sir I'm not at lib- MURPHY Room and name, lady! CLERK AH! R-Room 6077, 60th floor. N-name was, u-uh, o-one second p-please. She starts typing away at her computer frantically while Murphy peers over the counter at her. CLERK N-Nathan O. Balley MURPHY N. O. Balley. Nobody. CLERK Wha- MURPHY takes off for the elevator before she can finish her sentence. He mashes an "up" button, and one of the six elevators around him dings, the spotless stainless steel door sliding open. Murphy steps in, then mashes the button labelled "60." The door closes and the elevator rises. The ride up is quiet. MURPHY pulls the cigarette from his mouth and takes stock of himself, blowing a puff of smoke in the air as he does so. He checks the wound on his arm, then looks at himself in the reflection of the elevator door. He frowns at his own image, as if he doesn't recognize himself anymore. He puts the cigarette back in its rightful place between his lips and lowers the brim of his trilby, hiding his own eyes from themselves. He opens the cylinder of his magnum, now left with only a single bullet and the rest of the chambers filled with spent shells. He closes it and sets it back in the holster, then pulls the black cotton glove from his pocket. It dangles in front of his face as he considers it. NARRATOR Manipulate probability. To what degree? How much has he changed with just this? All this time, he's been right there, just under my nose, changing chances, making his own luck. Always lucky. Just enough to get away with it. But why lead me here? Why leave even scraps of evidence? Why not eliminate any chance of me getting here? What's his endgame? The elevator dings and the door opens again. MURPHY stuffs the glove back into his pocket, then steps out into the hall. He stops to read a sign on the wall pointing him towards the room, then turns and walks down the hall towards it. He passes door after door, each farther apart from the last, before finally stopping at the last one before the end of the hall. It sits slightly ajar, the lock situated to hold the door open. Murphy draws his gun and carefully pushes the door open. The room is neatly-made, brightly lit, and covered in gold-painted quartz walls. It sports a lavish kitchenette with a full fridge, stove, and granite countertop. The living room has a massive, soft sofa facing a 52" flatscreen. A football game plays on screen, showing the referee flipping a coin. The wall on the left is covered by a large fish tank planted in the wall, a number of shiny blue and red fish swimming around the water and in and out of plants. On the right is a set of doors, presumably leading to a pretty, luxurious bedroom. However, at the far end of the room, outside on the concrete balcony, a set of wrapped bedsheets dangle down from something and tap against one of the windows, grabbing MURPHY’s attention. MURPHY pushes open the doors to the balcony and turns, looking up at the roof where a series of bedsheets tied together are wrapped around a metal pole. Then Murphy sees him, standing next to the pole. He's draped in a dark brown leather overcoat and a black trilby hat. A single black cotton glove on his hand reveals his true nature, the only feature on him giving him a more-than-average appearance. His face is coldly unremarkable, almost like a black hole of mediocrity, trying to steal the features of everything around it and still producing nothing. He pulls a cigarette from his lips and looks down, looking intently at Murphy. He flips a small coin, an audible ring to it with each flip. The coin lands on the same side, heads, every time, no matter how high it's flipped or for how long. His voice is unusually calm, almost scarily average. This is NOBODY, and from what Murphy now knows, he is also PASSENGER ONE. NOBODY Hello, Murphy. I'm so glad to see you made it. Seriously. Genuinely. MURPHY immediately points his gun up at him. MURPHY Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a hunk of lead in your skull right now. NOBODY Even better, I can give you two. One, you're a snoop, Murphy. All those questions you have, you need them answered, and I'm the only guy who can do that for you. I get it, I've been a snoop most of my life, it's impossible to ignore. Even if it gains you nothing, even if you know I'm guilty, you just have to know why. MURPHY squints and steps back, evidently offended. NOBODY Second, it wouldn't work. Probably. One in a hundred chance. NOBODY raises his gloved hand and waves his fingers. NOBODY I flipped a couple thousand coins just to find out. Maybe you miss, maybe it jams, maybe it's a dud, maybe it explodes in your hand, I dunno, but it probably won't work. At the very least, join me for a moment before finding out. NOBODY nods towards the bedsheets. Murphy peers over at them, then reluctantly holsters his gun and grabs them. He climbs up the wall and pulls himself onto the roof, the top of which is flat and covered with gravel. Nobody reaches out his hand to help Murphy up but he refuses to take it. He stands a few feet away from Nobody, keeping a safe distance. He pulls the gun from the holster again but keeps it held at his side. NOBODY I'm sorry I couldn't get us Caesar's Palace, but I think the Aria is less stuffy anyway, and who can ignore the view from up here? NOBODY turns to look out at the city, its glowing lights shining up from the ground in a brilliant splash of colors. The world is filled in with skyscraper hotels, palaces and pyramids, a small Eiffel Tower and a volcano in the distance. The world below sparkles like diamonds, melting the heart at the sight of such amazing human capabilities. NOBODY One of my favorite places in the world to just stop and look at. NOBODY turns around to see Murphy still standing at a distance. NOBODY But I suppose ruminating on the achievements of man isn’t your cup of tea. So go ahead, detective. Ask your questions. Snoop. NOBODY sits on the ledge of the rooftop, the light of the world behind him. MURPHY Who are you, and what do you want? Why kill O5-7? Why… any of this? MURPHY swings his arm out, gesturing to the whole of the world. NOBODY Funny, all those questions are tied to the same answer. You might want to sit down, it’s a long one. MURPHY continues to stand in the middle of the roof, now resting his weight on one leg. NOBODY Fine, you listen to me all day and you won’t listen to me now. Sure. MURPHY Answer the damn question! NOBODY You ever feel like everyone in the world was made by someone except for you? Like everyone you see out there means something to something or someone, but on a deeper, visceral level, you never meant anything? MURPHY looks onward, thinking back to all those years he spent sitting at his desk with no cases, no visits, no news from anyone but Fred coming in every day. NOBODY Like that, yeah, but deeper, more… literal. Like you came out that way. You see, Murphy, I was a real person once, I was a somebody, but one day something happened, and then I was Nobody. Like I was suddenly unaccounted for in the grand universe’s phone book. Thing is, I don’t remember what it was like to be a somebody. I don’t remember who I was. Maybe I was D.B. Cooper. Maybe I shot Kennedy. I don’t know. MURPHY Fine, you’re a depressed loner, sure, why shoot Seven? NOBODY No, it’s deeper than that. You can’t understand. Of course you don’t, I don’t know why I thought you might. Nobody does but Nobody. NOBODY pulls the cigarette from his lips and blows a puff of smoke into the night sky. NOBODY Maybe I introduced myself too late in the story. That would make sense. I should’ve put more hints in earlier. Stupid, stupid.. MURPHY Okay, it’s deeper than that. You don’t know who you are, that’s fine too. Why shoot 7? NOBODY I’m getting there, it’s a loaded question, alright? You see, when you’re stuck like this, the only thing you can think about is how to go back, back to when you were somebody. At least that’s what it’s like for me, this longing to have meaning again. I’m constantly looking for new ways to regain that meaning, to break this curse. My last plot fucked up, so I hopped the back of a MC&D truck, just to see what it had. Lost a page of my notebook somewhere between the scuffle with the driver and the crash. NOBODY opens his overcoat and pulls a small notebook out from inside, a very short pencil stuck into the binding rings. NOBODY That’s when I found these. NOBODY puts the notebook back and holds up his gloved hand. NOBODY A ledger in the truck told me what they were, what they could do. I took them, tested them… NOBODY flips the coin in his hand. It lands in his gloved palm, heads facing up. NOBODY Flipped this stupid coin a couple thousand times, like I said, and it worked 99 out of 100 times. So I tracked down the one place at Site-19 I hadn’t seen yet, just to see if I could get in with these. The Department of Pataphysics. MURPHY You change the probability of guessing the passcode to the garage and use it to enter. NOBODY You’re quick. Funny thing is, I don’t think there’s supposed to be a passcode lock, but I looked at it and said “huh, what are the chances of that?” That's about when I realized what I could really do. MURPHY Why get in the narrative jumper? What good does that do for you? NOBODY takes his hat off and hangs his head, sighing. NOBODY That’s the problem with you detective types. You just assume people have a reason for everything they do, like I had this whole thing in mind when I jumped in, changed the chance that the lever pulled itself, saw the steam cover my eyes. No, I only hatched this when I got back, after I first saw it. MURPHY Saw what? NOBODY You really want to know what I saw out there? MURPHY I asked, didn’t I? NOBODY stands again, then spreads his arms out. NOBODY I saw everything. Camera zooms in on his eyes. The pupils begin to swirl, spinning and spinning and stretching out until his eyes become whirlpools, sucking in the universe around them. They entrance and deceive and twist and turn every which way, turning and turning forevermore. NOBODY I saw life, Murphy, and I saw death. I saw the power of the sun and I saw life among the stars. I saw monsters and mages. I saw soldiers and sailors. I saw kings and I saw queens and I saw music and I saw medicine and I saw politics and I saw art and I saw dreams and I saw nature and I saw pain and I saw relief. I saw it all, everything that makes up this world. So much of it was from the same point of view, the Foundation’s, but there was some spots from other groups where I saw their perspective. Then I saw you, and I saw me. MURPHY takes another step back, putting his hand around his gun. NOBODY Then I saw my line. I didn’t think anybody still read things these days, but they read about me, and they wrote about me. I wasn’t always the same person in every written piece, but we were all the same in our unique problem. One version of me was a young girl with a pink notebook, a few others were much older than me, a few of them were tailed by a man in a white suit and a few others were tailing other people. Some of them got started in the early 1900’s, others had been around for thousands of years. The one other thing we all had in common was that we were always a mystery. Then it struck me. People like mysteries. People like me. That little ounce of joy I got when I saw the like count on some of those articles, I felt just a smidge like a real person again. So I had to make a mystery. That’s when I found you. MURPHY That’s what all this is about!? You killed that man, dragged me along out here through all this, set up all those little clues, just to feel good about yourself!? You set me up for that!? NOBODY I didn’t set you up, that was something they did on their own. But what a turn of events it was! What a plot twist! Added some real tension to my story, it did. Amazing. MURPHY How did you convince the O5 to do all this.. shit? Where’s the girl!? NOBODY Hang on, those are two questions. The O5 was easy. I got lucky. NOBODY waves the gloved hand again. NOBODY See, you can do anything with the promise of money and a little luck. That’s just how people work. When I saw 231, I saw potential to hide something in all those black lines, more than just her pain. So I took it and I hid it, and I gave it to them and all they had to do was keep using it. They didn’t ask questions. You wanna know where the girl is, yeah? Maybe she’s in the bedroom you didn’t check. Maybe she’s in the room across the hall, about to scare some couple on their honeymoon. Maybe she was never real in the first place. Maybe nothing you found at August’s old place actually happened, maybe none of it was real. MURPHY Wha… that… NOBODY I know, take a minute. MURPHY stares down at the ground, trying to collect his thoughts. Above him, a light breeze blows by. The stars in the night sky twinkle and shimmer, a world of magic drifting by above them, both standing alone on the roof so high above the world and its problems. The purple sky washes over them so vividly you could almost drink it. It’s indescribably beautiful. MURPHY You still shot O5-7. I still have to take you in. NOBODY Sure, you can do that, but I’ve already won. I got what I wanted. That feeling, the feeling of personhood and meaningful existence, it’s sure to come back now. Now that I’ve done all of this. It has to. Any minute now. MURPHY No. The two look up at each other, eyes interlocking. MURPHY That feeling, it won’t come back so easy. You know that. That’s not how these things work, not how anomalies work. Some get fixed, others don’t. You could’ve changed the probability that it worked, but it hasn’t yet. I think you’re stuck with that one in a hundred. NOBODY No, it’s gotta work. That’s how we’re alike, you and me. We both need this story to work. It’s all I’ve got too. Maybe that’s why you wrote me this way. MURPHY What are you talking about? NOBODY It needs a finale, that’s what it is. One last grand sendoff, the antagonist’s last hurrah. Put on your glove, Murphy. I want to show you something. MURPHY pulls the black cotton glove from his pocket. He sets his gun back in the holster and stares at it, then looks back up at Nobody. MURPHY Why? NOBODY You’re going to chase me, and I want an even fight. MURPHY looks back down at the glove, then pulls off one of his own leather gloves and slides it on. NOBODY Atta boy. NOBODY takes a couple steps forward, then turns around, runs, and leaps off the roof. Murphy runs up to the edge of the roof and looks over it. Along the road, as Nobody cascades towards it, a garbage truck races by, carrying old box-spring mattresses in the back. Nobody falls right into the mattresses as it runs by and takes off with him in tow. Murphy looks around, then back down at the ground far below him. A number of men dressed in polo shirts of varying colors throw open the door to the room’s balcony and see Murphy leaning over the edge. One of them, UNDERCOVER 1, shouts up to him. UNDERCOVER 1 MURPHY LAW! YOU’RE UNDER- MURPHY adjusts the glove, then jumps from the rooftop. He flies through the air towards the ground, diving past rows and rows of windows on the hotel he just left. NARRATOR Free fall. All this time, just one guy trying to be whole again. A man with a finger in every pie. I’ve been strung along this whole time, played like a god damn fiddle. I have to find him. I have to get him. Not just for justice, but for retribution. EXT. VEGAS - Night. MURPHY falls into the back of an open truck filled with foam blocks. A diving board sits at its edge for jumping into the back. A kid nearby starts crying. Murphy crawls his way up to the top of the pit and finds he’s just rained on some kid’s birthday surprise. He jumps up and out of the truck just as a limo pulls up. DRIVER Murphy!? MURPHY Fred!? MURPHY dives over the top of the limo and wrenches the passenger door open. MURPHY After that garbage truck! MURPHY points at the truck full of mattresses as it careens off the Aria property and onto the Vegas strip. Cars on the road seem to spread out and pull over as it drives by. Nobody jumps over the truck bed and climbs around to the driver door, then forces it open and throws the driver out, taking their seat. DRIVER What!? MURPHY DRIVE, DAMNIT! DRIVE! The limo driver floors it, making the engine roar as it guns out of the entryway, kicking up smoke on the birthday party. It flies out onto the strip, skidding around the turn onto the main road, then takes off behind the garbage truck. The city zips by as DRIVER holds the gas pedal to the floor, sending the speedometer winding around like an out-of-whack clock. Murphy grabs the handle above the car door as the vehicle reaches 80mph. Through the front windshield, they can see the truck in front of them hightailing it down the road. DRIVER What’s going on!? MURPHY The man in that truck set this all up! He killed the suspect and led me on a god damn goose chase! DRIVER Jesus, you’ve had a day then! MURPHY Pull up next to the driver door! I have to get to him! DRIVER It’s going as fast as it can!! Behind them, the sounds of police sirens fills the air. Red and blue lights permeate the orange glow of the street lamps passing by. A microphone screeches, then a voice comes on over it, broadcasting from the speeding police vehicles now tailing the limousine as they race down the strip. MICROPHONE MURPHY LAW! YOU’RE WANTED FOR THE MURDER OF ONE JOHN AND JANE DOE! PULL THE VEHICLE OVER! DRIVER You’re WHAT!? MURPHY breaks open the passenger door and leans out the side of the limo. He looks back at the two police cars tailing them, then forward at the garbage truck. He stands from his seat and hangs out the open door. DRIVER What are you doing!? MURPHY I have to get on that truck! Keep it steady, damnit! DRIVER I’m trying! MURPHY grabs onto the door as it swings and climbs around to the other side of it. The door slams shut as he holds on to the open window. MICROPHONE PULL THE VEHICLE OVER NOW! MURPHY swings himself up onto the hood of the limo as Driver watches on in amazed horror. It takes all his strength to keep from being blown over the roof by the whipping wind. The limo speeds up slightly and starts moving up next to the truck while Murphy balances on top of it. Suddenly, there’s a loud bang, and a bullet goes straight through Murphy’s trilby, taking it off his head and sending it flying into the road. Murphy turns around. A white van jumps off an exit ramp and drifts around the concrete wall, pulling behind the police cars. One man drives while another leans out the window with a rifle in his hands. On the truck’s side, the orange and red logo of “Sasha’s Cleaning Products” is stenciled on. MURPHY Ah, shit! The side door of the van opens and a gunner seat slides out, a mounted gatling gun attached to the platform. Jimmy sits in the gunner seat, a sly grin spread across his face. JIMMY YOU’VE BEEN QUITE A LUCKY BASTARD, MR. LAW! BUT YOU MADE A MESS, NOW IT’S TIME TO CLEAN UP! The limo slowly pulls closer to the truck. MURPHY raises his cotton glove as Jimmy pulls back on the gunner handles. The gun rips a line of bullets into the back of the limo, breaking glassware and bottles of liquor inside. A hailstorm of bullets fly by Murphy, but each shot seems to narrowly miss him. One of the cop cars rolls down its window, and the officer inside shouts at JIMMY. COP 3 I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT STAND DOWN! THIS IS A POLI- JIMMY pulls a handgun from his hip and shoots out the back left tire of the cop car, causing it to veer left until it hits the back end of the van and spins out on the road, getting left in the dust by the other vehicles. MURPHY readies himself on top of the limo as it finally pulls up next to the truck. His dark brown hair blows back in the speeding wind. He quickly leaps off the limousine’s roof and grabs hold of a handle on the back of the truck, dangling off the side. His legs can’t find footing and they get blown backwards by the speed. He hangs onto the handle, his life depending on it. The van behind them rips another hail of bullets into the truck’s back. Murphy closes his eyes for a moment, thinking of the cotton glove. NARRATOR Come on, get lucky! Get lucky! A bullet from the Gatling gun takes out the chain holding up the back door of the truck bed, and it drops open, skidding along the ground and sending sparks flying. MURPHY pushes his feet off the side of the truck and swings back around the side, letting go of the handle and falling into the bed. He pushes the stack of mattresses out of the bed and onto the road, sending them careening back into the van. A mattress gets caught on the windshield, and the van swerves left and right to try to get it off, hitting the other police car in the process. The car's brakes screech and it comes to a halt, the van blowing by it. The mattress finally shakes off the side, flying back and directly into the gunner seat. The side of the mattress hits Jimmy squarely in the face and he falls off the seat and tumbles onto the road. MURPHY climbs up and over the back of the truck, steadying himself on the roof. He kicks at the windshield with his boots, denting and cracking them with each kick. Behind the windshield, a smile spreads across Nobody's face as he looks up at Murphy. NOBODY Now this is what my story needed! One final fight, the ultimate climactic conclusion! Good versus evil, protag v. antag! MURPHY What is wrong with you!? NOBODY What's wrong with me!? What's wrong with *you!?* I told you we're one in the same here, Murphy! We're both just searching for our purpose, longing to mean something! I just went and did it myself! The van's gunner seat slides back into the van and the side door closes. The man in the passenger seat leans back out the window with a rifle and fires at the truck. A couple rounds slam into the truck's open backing. Murphy continues ineffectually kicking the windshield. NOBODY Look at you, going at it! You're different now, Murphy! You're a changed man! MURPHY Shut up! SHUT UP! NOBODY Hahaha! Five was right! You're new! You're different! I've changed you forever! You're no noire mystery, you're an action thriller now! I made you that way! The rifleman in the van shoots one of the truck's back right tires. The truck starts slowing down and sliding right. NOBODY pushes the gear shift into neutral and throws open the driver door. The limo still rides next to it, a terrified Driver still holding the pedal down. Nobody dives from the driver door and onto the roof of the limo, landing on his stomach. The truck slows and the limo pulls forward. Murphy looks back at the van chasing after him as the truck slows, then looks over at the limousine. He jumps from the truck and lands on the back of the limo, just barely keeping his balance. The van's remaining two passengers smiles’ fade as the truck slows, realizing that they're still directly behind it. The van slams into the truck, the force of the speed crunching it like a stomped-on soda can. MURPHY kicks the side of the limo. MURPHY STOP THE CAR, FRED! WE GOT HIM! The limo's brakes scream and the tire rubber burns off onto the asphalt below. The car lurches forward as it finally comes to a full stop on the highway, sending Murphy and Nobody tumbling over the front. They roll onto the road, both of them rolling perfectly and rising to their feet uneasily. NOBODY What a thrill, I almost wish it didn't have to end. What n- MURPHY runs up to Nobody and slams his clenched fist into the side of his face, sending Nobody back down to the ground. Murphy plants his foot on Nobody's chest and stares down at him with a piercing, icy gaze. Murphy draws his gun from the holster and aims it squarely at the center of Nobody's chest. NOBODY What are you going to do? Kill me? I've already won, I got what I wanted. I spent ten months putting this together, setting up all the pieces! You think I don't have contingencies? NOBODY raises his gloved hand, pointing at Murphy's chest. NOBODY You can't stop what's coming. MURPHY grips the hand and rips the glove off, then pulls back the trigger. NOBODY Oh. There is the crack of a gunshot. NOBODY drops his hand to his side, looking at his now-bleeding chest in amazement and shock. NOBODY You… this isn't the end. You haven't stopped Nobody. Somewhere out there, somewhere… NOBODY coughs, spitting blood onto his overcoat. He struggles to speak, speech slowly becoming gargled. NOBODY Another pataphysical Nobody will find me… find us… they'll feel that twinge of meaning again… Haven't stopped Nobody… Who do you even think… even think you.. you are? MURPHY Me? I know who I am. I'm Murphy Law. A wide smile spreads across Nobody's face. MURPHY I'm the guy you call when everything that could go wrong… did. NOBODY lets out a final chuckle, the laugh laced with crimson chokes. NOBODY I-It's… perfect. The… End… NOBODY's head finally falls back onto the pavement. The coin drops from his hand and onto the asphalt, tails side up. Murphy steps off his chest and collapses onto the road, extraordinarily tired. He stares up at the twinkling stars of the night sky, admiring each little one as it shines down on him. Camera zooms out to show Murphy and Nobody laying next to each other as if watching the stars together. The limo pulls up next to Murphy. It's battered and bullet-riddled to an almost-comedic level. Driver rolls down a partially-broken window. DRIVER Hey, champ. Need a lift? MURPHY stands back up and takes a deep breath. He takes one last look at the body before turning and climbing back into the limo's passenger side. MURPHY Thanks, Fred. It's been a long day. Get me the hell out of here. The limo slowly pulls away from the body, chugging off over the horizon. FADE TO BLACK. Begin Audio Transcript - Call Log - 7/8/2022 - 14:34:86 - Site-19 Director's Office TO Site-19 Documentation Dept. Dir. O'Leary: Hey, Clarence? C. Robinson: What's up, boss? Dir. O'Leary: "Boss" is never gonna stop feeling weird, is it. C. Robinson: I can call you something else, if you'd like. Dir. O'Leary: No, that's alright. Hey, listen, I sent off those weird addendums you sent me to infohazards. To make a long story short, none of us should've seen those. The both of us are getting scheduled for amnestics in a couple of days. Amnestics department is getting a lot of people in, actually. C. Robinson: Well. Fuck. Dir. O'Leary: Yeah, man. a few seconds of silence pass. Dir. O'Leary: I figure it's probably okay to read those addendums at this point, right? I mean, we're getting wiped anyhow. C. Robinson: Hey man, that's a you thing. If I'm not supposed to see it, I'm not gonna see it. Dir. O'Leary: Yeah, well, on that note, the O5's have an extra note they'd like you to add to skip 7043. I'm gonna forward it over to you. Once you do that, send me the final version, would you? C. Robinson: Yeah, sure. Fax or email? Director O'Leary chuckles to himself. C. Robinson: (chuckling) I still say it's the best! End Log. ► ATTACHMENT: SCP7043.pdf ▼ Close File Item #: SCP-7043 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7043 instances are to be stored in anomalous item locker 7043 at Site-19. The locker is to be outfitted with a keycard lock requiring level four clearance and above. No further procedures are considered necessary. Description: SCP-7043 refers to a collection of 246 black gloves, each made primarily of cotton. The gloves possess no notable physical features save for a single tag on the inside of each, which is stamped with the logo of Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. SCP-7043 can be worn by most persons regardless of hand size as the material will stretch to accommodate most hand sizes. When a SCP-7043 instance is worn by a person, the person will gain the ability to manipulate the probability of any event occurring. These range from simple probability tests such as the flip of a coin or the roll of a die to larger, more complex events one might not otherwise consider to be dictated by chance. The probability can be altered up to a 99% chance of occurrence and down to a 1% chance of occurrence, although it can never be completely prevented or guaranteed. It is believed that the use of a SCP-7043 instance in this manner would grant the user the ability to affect the fabric of time and space in a manner akin to that of a level-1 reality bender.1 All SCP-7043 instances recovered to date were recovered from the crash site of a Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. shipping truck, which veered off the main road and crashed into a tree 30 miles south of Wetumpka, Alabama, on 9/7/2021. The reason for the collision is unknown as no prior issues with the vehicle could be discerned on inspection. The driver was found deceased at the crash site as a result of injuries sustained during the crash, although other bruises and abrasions suggest a struggle with an attacker. No other persons were found. One document of note, believed to have been left by the attacker, has been included. (See Addendum 7043-1.) Addendum 7043-1: Recovered note from crash site. September 7th, 2021 Discovered the route of a MC&D truck. Previous idea scrapped. Concept fell through, subject refused to cooperate. To say that previous attempt was a failure is an understatement. Will jump truck and investigate shipment, have a good feeling. Really good feeling. Could be my golden ticket. Too hopeful, maybe, but hope is all there is to have anymore. Have to break this curse. WILL break this curse. Eventually. Surely. -Nobody. Addendum 7043-2: Update 7/8/2022 NOTICE FROM THE O5 COUNCIL On 7/6/2022, O5-5, O5-6, and O5-7 were attacked, unprovoked, by SCP-3143 while utilizing an instance of SCP-7043. SCP-3143 successfully managed to terminate each council member using SCP-7043's capabilities. SCP-3143 is considered hostile and must be captured at all costs. This is to be considered a high-level priority by all MTF units and an investigation regarding methods of capture and containment is to be opened by the Site-19 investigative department ASAP. We wish O5-5, O5-6, and O5-7 good fortune in the afterlife, and hope that SCP-3143 is brought to justice and containment swiftly and mercilessly. -The Overseer Council. [REDACTED] //Close %%/F#l Begin Audio Transcript - Call Log - 7/8/2022 - 22:36:77 - Unknown External Number TO Unknown External Number Unknown 1: Clarence? Unknown 2: What the hell is this about, boss? Unknown 1: Oh good, the burner phones work. They shouldn't be able to track the call with these. Look, the update to skip 7043, did you read it? Unknown 2: I had to to add it to the document and I'm pretty shaken up by it as it is! This secrecy shit is not helping! Unknown 1: I read the addendums, the ones you sent that just appeared there. None of what the O5s say happened is true. It's all bullshit. They're lying to us. Unknown 2: What? Unknown 1: All of it, Clarence! All of it is bullshit! 3143 didn't kill any of the O5! It was our writer, and nobody! He couldn't- he didn't- who's at the door? Unknown 1 is interrupted by the sound of wood splintering. Unknown 1: Wait, wait a minute! You don't have to do this, we ca- Unknown 1's line goes silent. Unknown 2: Boss? A few seconds of silence pass. Unknown 2: Boss? A few seconds of silence pass. Unknown 2: What kinda shitty prank… End Log CREDITS ROLL: PASSENGER ONE/NOBODY played by… Just Some Nobody PASSENGER TWO/O5-7 played by… [REDACTED] MURPHY LAW played by… HIMSELF FRED/DRIVER played by… FRED THIRTEEN played by… [REDACTED] OFFICER ONE played by… PETE MCDOUGAL, VEGAS P.D. OFFICER TWO played by… CHARLES BURBANK, VEGAS P.D. ATTENDANT played by… SECURITY AGENT MICHAEL CONNORS JIMMY played by… SECURITY AGENT JAMES FALCONE SECURITY 1 played by… SECURITY AGENT CHRISTOPHER MALKOVITCH SECURITY 2 played by… SECURITY AGENT MICHAEL KEELEY FIVE played by… [REDACTED] DR. PATRA played by… DOCTOR CLEO PATRA SECURITY 3 played by… SECURITY AGENT LARA MCNULTY INTERCOM/DR. NARRA played by… DOCTOR TIV NARRA TAPE PLAYER voiced by… FORMER SITE DIRECTOR JEREMIAH AUGUST SIX played by… [REDACTED] ME played by… cwazzycwafter MTF SHAI-1 played by… MTF-SHAI AGENT SARAH NORMANDY MTF SHAI-2 played by… MTF-SHAI AGENT CLAIRISSA KINGSLEY CLERK played by… AMELIA ANGSTROM MICROPHONE/COP 3 played by… THOMAS WHEELING, VEGAS P.D. WITH SPECIAL THANKS TO SITE-19, THE ARIA RESORT AND CASINO, THE CITY OF LAS VEGAS, AND YOU. THANK YOU. LOOK FOR MURPHY LAW TO RETURN IN… MURPHY LAW: DETECTIVE AT LARGE! THE END Footnotes 1. At time of writing, no testing has been done on SCP-7043. The information provided here is based purely on documentation recovered from Marshall, Carter, and Dark and is thusly subject to change. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7043" by cwazzycwafter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7043. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7044 | safe | Item #: SCP-7044 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7044 is to be housed in a spacious room, with large windows that allow sunlight to enter. The room should be filled with plants common to North American temperate forests. Bushes and small trees are preferable if available. SCP-7044 is to be given a diet of insects, seeds, and berries. Insects may be cultivated in the neighboring room, provided they do not escape. SCP-7044's enclosure may be kept open during daylight hours, and SCP-7044 is permitted to move freely around the facility. The only exceptions to this rule are operating theaters or any space being used to hold anomalies. Under no circumstances is any individual of the genus felus catus to be permitted on-site. In the event of a security breach, SCP-7044 has been fitted with a lightweight tracking device on the right leg, to allow easy locating. Any cross-testing with other anomalies requires a B-2 form submitted to the facility administrator for approval. Description: SCP-7044 is a female of the species Poecile atricapillus, more commonly known as the black-capped chickadee. Externally, the subject shows no anomalous properties. However, testing has revealed some unusual abilities. SCP-7044 produces a calming effect through vocalization, which has been shown to temporarily alleviate high-stress emotions such as grief, anxiety, fear, and depression.1 Touching SCP-7044 also instills feelings of comfort. Patients who interact with SCP-7044 have frequently reported feeling a personal connection with the bird. SCP-7044 has an ability to quickly learn human recreational activities, and can adapt to the hobbies of others. If physically unable to engage in the activity, SCP-7044 will look for a way to show support. Other anomalous traits observed in SCP-7044 include: Heightened intelligence, including an ability to recognize human faces and quickly learn complex ideas. Although unable to speak it, SCP-7044 has shown a thorough understanding of English. An ability to consume food outside of a chickadee's normal dietary capability, including human food, with no detrimental effects. However, SCP-7044 still prefers the diet of a wild chickadee. An ability to recognize glass surfaces2 An ability to lift objects of significantly greater weight than its own body. A defense mechanism consisting of a powerful sonic blast emitted from the beak, though SCP-7044 uses this ability exclusively against cats. Discovery SCP-7044 was discovered by Dr. Rosalyn Tesario, who encountered the specimen while birdwatching at High Park in Toronto, Canada. At the time, SCP-7044 was a newly-hatched chick that had apparently fallen out of a nest, displaying an apparent injury to the wing. Tesario could not find any sign of a chickadee nest in the immediate area. She brought the bird to the Toronto Wildlife Center, where she volunteered outside of work hours, and immediately began caring for the specimen. The first detail Tesario noticed was the chick's wing healed at an unusually fast rate. In a matter of hours, no sign of injury was visible. Dr. Tesario began to suspect the bird of having anomalous properties and prepared a report for the Foundation. Incident 1: A staff member at the Toronto Wildlife Center had been struggling with the recent loss of her wife. According to Dr. Tesario's report, she had just returned after a period of absence, and was given the simple job of feeding the bird, which had now grown into a fledgling. When visited by Dr. Tesario, she noted the patient was surprisingly calm. The patient later claimed to have found the bird's noises to be "soothing." Incident 2: A teenage volunteer was having difficulty keeping up with his tasks. He is described by Dr. Tesario as being extremely quiet and reserved, but easily prone to outbursts that lacked a clear motivation. Tesario arranged for him to meet with the bird. The volunteer began to calm down and started to open up about his difficult home life. Incident 3: A careless volunteer decided to bring his housecat to work, and it managed to get into the wider facility. The cat managed to wander into the room where SCP-7044 was being housed. Upon seeing the bird, its hunting instincts kicked in and it attempted to kill SCP-7044. However, SCP-7044 noticed the incoming threat and faced it directly. SCP-7044 then emitted a sonic blast that launched the cat across the room at a speed of approximately 50 miles per hour. The cat's body smashed through the wall and flew into the next room over, where it shattered on impact. The incident confirmed Dr. Tesario's suspicions of SCP-7044's anomalous qualities. A full report was sent to the Foundation. Amnestics were administered to its staff. Efforts were briefly complicated when the cat's owner attempted to file a lawsuit against the Wildlife Rehabilitation Center, but an embedded agent acting as a lawyer managed to discredit his case and ensured it was thrown out. Dr. Tesario had SCP-7044 brought to a nearby Foundation facility for research. Adendum: Test Log: SCP-7044 was placed in a large pet carrier, that was put into a small room containing only a table and one chair. SCP-7044 was placed on the table within easy reach from the chair. Subject: D-7139 Researcher: Dr. Rosalyn Tesario Forward: In order to produce a strong emotion for SCP-7044 to calm down, a member of D-Class had been selected and informed that he was the subject of a dangerous test. Dr. Tesario staged a conversation with a fellow researcher that the D-Class was allowed to "overhear." The discussion made vague references to the subject's minimal chances of survival, and a high probability that his death would be painful. Subject was brought into the room containing SCP-7044 and told to sit down. He was then told to wait for further instructions. Subject was left alone for five minutes. Subject looked into the cage, apparently confused about what test was about to be performed. At the five-minute mark, Dr. Tesario stepped into the room with a clipboard. The resulting test was recorded with a hidden camera. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Tesario: D-7139? D-7139: Yes Dr. Tesario starts pretending to search for his number on her clipboard. Dr. Tesario: Ah yes, you're scheduled for testing with SCP-7044. D-7139: What's that? Dr. Tesario: Didn't we tell you? D-7139: No, just that it was probably going to get me killed. Probably quite painfully. Dr. Tesario: I'm sure you'll be fine. D-7139: I heard your little conversation. You said my odds were virtually non existent. Dr. Tesario: I see. Well, you'll know soon enough. D-7139: Please don't make me do this. Dr. Tesario: I'm afraid we don't have much choice. Now I need you to open the carrier. D-7139: This carrier here? Why? What's inside? Dr. Tesario: Just open it. D-7139: The carrier's the weird thing isn't it? You want me to open it so I get sucked in a black hole or something? Dr. Tesario: We don't know what will happen. That's why we need you to open it. D-7139: No. No, I'm not playing your game. D-7139 stands up and faces Dr. Tesario. She signals for a guard to enter. The Guard immediately shoves D-7139 back into his seat. Dr. Tesario: Open the carrier. D-7139 nervously reaches toward the carrier and opens it. He stares inside for a moment, before being startled as SCP-7044 hops out. D-7139: What is this? Dr. Tesario: What do you see? D-7139: Just a stupid bird. Wait, is there something up with this? Is it going to bite my finger off or something? SCP-7044 begins chirping Dr. Tesario: Pet the bird. D-7139: What? Dr. Tesario: Pet the bird. D-7139 stares at the bird for a moment before using his index finger to stroke the bird's head. SCP-7044 responds with an enthusiastic chirp. D-7139: You're kinda cute. Dr. Tesario: You seem to be feeling a lot better. D-7139: A little. Dr. Tesario: That's good. D-7139's body becomes more relaxed as he listens to SCP-7044's sounds. Dr. Tesario: Thank you. That concludes the test. D-7139: Wait, what? Subject: D-3598 Researcher: Dr. Rosalyn Tesario Forward: Subject had previously been charged with multiple counts of animal cruelty. Dr. Tesario wanted to observe how he would be affected by SCP-7044. Subject was placed in the same room as the previous test, where he was seated in front of the carrier holding SCP-7044. A hammer, crowbar, and knife were laid out on the table in front of the seat. A guard was placed in the room, and secretly given orders to terminate D-3598 if he showed any signs of hostility toward SCP-7044. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Tesario enters, holding a clipboard Dr. Tesario: You are D-3598? D-3598: Yeah. What do you want? Dr. Tesario: You sound… frustrated. D-3598: What gave you that idea? Dr. Tesario: Your tone of voice, body language, all suggests feelings of anger. Is something troubling you? D-3598: Is something troubli- I was told I could get a reduced sentence if I agreed to do some tests but nobody said nothing about no invasive surgeries or weird monsters. I just want to live to see my release! Dr. Tesario: That must be quite difficult. Don't worry, this test won't harm you. D-3598: Really? I find that hard to believe. You wouldn't be bringing me in here if it wasn't something dangerous. Dr. Tesario: D-3598, would you please open the carrier? D-3598: This carrier here? Alright, let's see what's inside. D-3598 opens the carrier. SCP-7044 hops out, chirping enthusiastically. D-3598: Um… what's going on here? Dr. Tesario: Pet the bird. D-3598: What? I ain't petting no stupid bird. SCP-7044 delivers a chirp. D-3598: You can shut up you stupid little bastard! I don't need you. I'm done here. Dr. Tesario: I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave until the test is finished. SCP-7044 chirps again. D-3598: Why you little- D-3598 stands up, grabs the crowbar and lifts it into the air. The guard draws her sidearm. Dr. Tesario signals for her to hold fire. D-3598 freezes in place. He drops the crowbar. D-3598: I can't do it. Why can't I do it? D-3598 falls into his chair and begins crying. SCP-7044 flies onto his shoulder. D-3598 slowly puts a finger on SCP-7044's head and gently strokes it. D-3598: What have I done? Dr. Tesario: I told you this test wouldn't harm you. <END LOG> Subsequent psyche evalutation of D-3598 revealed he had developed feelings of empathy, and expressed guilt over previous acts of cruelty. CT Scan of D-3598's brain revealed several neural pathways had formed since interacting with SCP-7044. Subject: D-2554 Researcher: Dr. Rosalyn Tesario Subject was told he had been assigned the duty of feeding an unidentified creature of the Keter Class. Dr. Tesario fitted D-2554 with a heart monitor, under the guise that it was a neccessary precaution for approaching the entity. D-2554 was escorted by armed guards into the same room as the previous tests, and instructed to take SCP-7044. Subject was told SCP-7044 was the food he needed to deliver. D-2554 was then escorted by two armed guards to another part of the facility. Results: D-2554's heart rate increased while being escorted to the room containing SCP-7044. It was continuing to increase after being presented with SCP-7044. However, by the time D-2554 reached the location allegedly holding the non-existant anomaly, D-2554's hearrate had been decreased to 75 beats per minute. Subject: One housecat Researcher: Dr. Rosalyn Tesario Test chamber was divided by two chain-link fences with a distance of 15 centimeters between them. Subject and D-XXXX were inserted into opposite sides of the chamber through separate entrances. Result: At 30 seconds into the test, subject noticed SCP-7044. SCP-7044 immediately noticed the threat and stood approximately five centimeters from the fence. At one minute, subject began pacing, apparently trying to find a way around the fence. SCP-7044 stood silently in place. At 1:30, SCP-7044 opened her beak and emitted a soundwave that produced enough force to tear through both fences. Upon impact, the cat was thrown backwards and shattered against the wall. SCP-7044 immediately returned to a docile state. Subject: 5 housecats Researcher: Dr. Rosalyn Tesario Two new chain-link fences were set up. All five cats were released onto one side of the chamber and left for five minutes. SCP-7044 was then released into the opposite side. Result After 35 seconds, the cats began to notice and attempted to converge on SCP-7044, though they were blocked from doing so by the fence. SCP-7044 stood five centimenters feet from the fence, only moving her head to look at the cats. At 1:20 SCP produced a massive soundwave that shattered both fences and launched all five cats into the wall. This instance was even louder than the previous test, launching the subjects at a speed of approximately 75 miles per hour. Attempts to replicate the sonic attack on D-class were unsuccessful. All attempts to provoke SCP-7044 produced similar results to D-3598. Dr. Tesario determined that this attack was used exclusively against cats, and SCP-7044 was harmless- even beneficial- to humans. She subsequently wrote a report outlining potential therapeutic uses for SCP-7044 and requested transfer to a medical facility for testing. This request was approved. Addendum: Medical Use SCP-7044 was brought to Site 42, a medical facility for personel undergoing physical and mental trauma. Since arriving, SCP-7044 has helped boost the morale of recovering patients. The following are reported observations of SCP-7044 adapting to the activities of patients. Due to patient confidentiality, all names have been ommitted. Activity Result Drawing Patient struggled to find a good subject, before deciding to draw SCP-7044. SCP-7044 immediately agreed to be a model, and was directed by the patient into an artistic pose. SCP-7044 managed to remain still in the time it took to produce a line sketch. Upon completion, SCP-7044 delivered an excited chirp before picking up a pencil in her beak, with which she produced a crude drawing of the patient. Weight lifting Patient visited the gym accompanied by SCP-7044 and selected a bench press. SCP-7044 immediately perched on top of the barbell and began producing a series of encouraging chirps. Higher sounds on the barbell being lifted suggested enjoyment of being moved up and down. At one point, the patient began to struggle, feeling unsure if he could keep going. In response, SCP-7044 flew over to a nearby barbell, wrapped her feet around it, and lifted it roughly a meter above the ground. The sight of a chickadee lifting something significantly larger than its own body weight astounded the patient and helped encourage him to keep working out. Swimming Patient had developed severe aquaphobia after losing a close friend to SCP-242. Subject arrived at the facility's pool and managed to put a foot in. SCP-7044 responded with a soft chirp, As the patient took another step, SCP-7044 delivered increasingly enthusiastic chirps. Despite not being able to swim, SCP-7044 remained on the deck, making noises that appeared to be intended as a "cheer." Music Patient had experience playing the guitar. After requesting one from the administrator, he spent time practicing and played a song for SCP-7044. In response, SCP-7044 started chirping in tune with the patient. SCP-7044 also figured out a way to produce rhythm by pecking at the ground. Patient made a request for a small drum, which SCP-7044 enthusiastically played with her beak. Working together, the two produced an original composition that was performed for the facility. Chess Patient explained the rules to SCP-7044, who appeared to quickly grasp how each piece moved. Patient moved first to demonstrate a basic Chess move. SCP-7044 flew onto the board, landing behind a pawn and pushing it two squares forward. Patient played three successive games with SCP-7044, who developed a better understanding how to play each time. By the third game, SCP-7044 had developed an understanding of advanced Chess techniques. Addendum: Updated Information Since the initial report, nine other birds have been identified which display traits identical to SCP-7044. Though the anomaly appears to be confined to avian life-forms, it does not appear to be bound by species or gender. The original SCP-7044 has now been reclassified as SCP-7044-0. Currently-Recorded specimens include: SCP-7044-1 Male budgerigar SCP-7044-2 Male wood duck SCP-7044-3 Female mourning dove SCP-7044-4 Female adelie penguin SCP-7044-5 Male European robin SCP-7044-6 Female leghorn chicken SCP-7044-7 Male cockatiel SCP-7044-8 Male toucan SCP-7044-9 Female ostrich Due to spacial concerns, and the lack of danger posed by SCP-7044, no further specimens are to be collected at this time. However, any reported instances of SCP-7044 should still be investigated and observed in situ if possible. Proposal for using SCP-7044 instances in other facilities is currently under review. Footnotes 1. Dr. Tesario has theorized SCP-7044 might be able to produce sound at different frequencies according to what will resonate with the brain of any given patient. 2. Birds cannot perceive glass, which has created a problem of them crashing into windows. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7044" by Chickadee42, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7044. Licensed under CC-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-7045 | neutralized | "Is this your tape recorder?" — Theseus Grimm ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7045 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7045 no longer requires containment, and is no longer anomalous. + ARCHIVED SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES x CLOSE ARCHIVED CONTENT SCP-7045 is to be placed in a standard containment locker. SCP-7045's containment locker is to fit with a motion detector and miniature camera. If SCP-7045 breaches containment, on-site security are to search for SCP-7045. Once found, SCP-7045 is to be examined for recordings and is to be escorted back into its containment locker. Description: SCP-7045 was the designation used to describe a 2001, █████ brand, hand-held microcassette tape recorder. SCP-7045 was of standard design, with pause, play, fast forward/rewind, and record buttons. All recordings recovered from SCP-7045 are of a sound-quality consist with that of similar recording devices. SCP-7045 had the anomalous ability to teleport and record without external input. SCP-7045 was estimated to have had a teleportation radius of approximately 1.2 km. The content of SCP-7045's recordings have varied, but the majority have involved important historical events, generally related to or involving the Foundation. When SCP-7045 teleports, a new tape is replaced within its cartage. This caused extreme difficulty in retrieving audio recordings from SCP-7045. After attempting to record an event in reality ███████, SCP-7045 ceased all anomalous activity. The cause of SCP-7045's sudden neutralization remains unknown. Addendum 7045.1 AUDIO LOG [CLICK] [HOWLING WIND BLOWS AGAINST THE MICROPHONE. FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH THE DIRT AS SOMEONE APPROACHES.] UNKNOWN Hm? How did this get here? Ah, whatever. There's no point in worrying about it now, what with the end of the world and all. [UNKNOWN PAUSES BEFORE PICKING UP SCP-7045.] Although, it is nice to have someone- sorry, something to talk to. My name is Victor, I work for this, organization. You might have heard of us. We're kind of the cause of this whole mess. I work for the SCP Foundation. We contain the nastiest creatures and anomalies of the world and whatnot, but I guess one of our gruesome monstrosities got out, and the world is now ending. I would try and do something to stop this apocalypse, but sadly there doesn't seem to be anything I can do. To whomever it may concern, SCP-[REDACTED] has breached containment, and now… well, the only way I can describe it is that the world… is afraid. The world is afraid and nothing but. The sky has been torn in two, a rift to some other reality having warped our own. Biomes have switched places entirely, while our reality slowly succumbs to pure, unmotivated chaos. Or maybe there was some motivation behind the end of our world. Who knows? I now walk alone- well, if you don't count Harry. I think he's off looking for food… we travel together as the world ends, looking for a solution to our world's madness. But there's… nothing. Sorry, I know that was both an information dump and slightly ominous at that. I've… always enjoyed horror, so I guess the creepy, esoteric tone just comes naturally. What I'm trying to say is the world went to hell and all I can- UNKNOWN Victor? Are you over here? Victor I'm over here, Harry. Look what I've found- oh god… Harry I know… It's getting worse. Victor Should I check my foot as well? Harry [HARRY USES A DISGUSTED TONE.] Don't. I'd rather not see another person's bones. Victor [INDIGNATION.] Excuse me? I look at your arm- Harry [IGNORES VICTOR.] Where'd you get the tape recorder? Victor Oh, I found it. It was already recording and everything. Harry [CONCERNED.] Do you think it's anomalous? Victor Do you think it matters right now? Look around us, Harry. Do you want to talk about work when the entire world is doing just that? Harry I- I don't know. I just was asking what you thought- [DISTANT HOWLING IN THE DISTANCE.] … We should get moving. Victor Agreed. [CLICK] [CLICK] [A SLIGHT HUM FILLS THE BACKGROUND OF THE RECORDING.] Victor The air is… thin. It's not the thin air that someone would breathe when climbing a mountain. It's the thin air of a world falling apart. As the oxygen begins to slowly break down with everything else in the world, I feel my own body begin to break apart as well. You know… I didn't expect death to be so slow. I always thought my death would be in some hospital with my life-support getting pulled. But no, I'm being erased from existence- Harry Do you have to talk to that thing while I'm sitting right here? Victor Well, sorry, but I just don't feel safe when walking around. If society hadn't lost its cool and the wilderness hadn't absorbed the cities across the globe, I would happily walk away and spare your ears. But, right now, that isn't the case. Deal with it. Harry Fine. Sorry. … Do you think this is salvageable? Do you think the O4 Council can… fix this? Victor I'm pretty sure it's the "O5" Council. Harry Are you sure? I thought Level 4 was our highest security level. Victor Harry. We're at a level 4 security. Harry Oh… I guess you're right… Sorry, I guess the end of the world is getting to me. Victor [SIGHS] It's fine. And I think they might be doing something. Or… maybe they realize how far-gone the world is and they are kicking their feet back and are waiting it out like us. Harry [LACK-LUSTER CHUCKLE] Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be too far off. I mean, how would they even fix this? Victor … Do you have any family back home? I- I know it's a touchy subject right now, but I'm not sure what else we can really… talk about. Harry I've got a wife and a daughter. We live in the city next to where our Site is. Victor Hmm. I've got a wife, but no kids. We weren't able to make that work. Harry Understandable- Oh. Victor Jesus- that hurts… [GROANS OUT OF PAIN.] Harry This is taking so long. Who- Who knew that a dematerializing body would hurt so bad? Victor You know what? Screw it. If I'm dying I'm going to spill my guts on something that won't get annoyed when listening. Harry Hey, I try- Victor Kidding, kidding. I'm still going to go spill my guts though- Harry [CHUCKLES HALFWAY THROUGH A GROAN OF PAIN.] All right, go ahead, I guess. [CLICK] [CLICK] Victor Ah, well. Where to start? I guess I can share how it all started- [AN EXPLOSION SIMILAR TO A BREAK IN THE SOUND BARRIER BOOMS IN THE DISTANCE.] Ah, well. Guess that's my cue to get on with it. I guess it all started with me going to work. I got to our site and clocked in as per usual. And until around midday, everything was fine. Until things went sideways faster than you could say "Boo." Literally. There was a bang, kind of like the one you just heard, except it was loud enough that even news stations on the other side of the world were reporting on it. And then… the rip opened. It was a break between whatever barrier the Foundation used to describe the multiverse. When the rift opened, things began to change, slowly. But- [GROANS IN PAIN.] The process has sped up, as to say. Anyways, though, we did our best to get people to safety, but there have been some… road bumps, along the way. I'll keep those details to myself, thanks. [STATIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND.] Like how I've wondered how death would feel, I also have wondered what is beyond this life. Will I even move on, if I am erased from existence? I guess I will find out soon. I wish I could have seen my wife, Rosey, again before the end. Or maybe I wouldn't want to see her die. No, I wouldn't have liked to see that. Maybe I won't go back to Harry. No, we weren't meant to die together. We simply work together, but I barely know him. [STATIC INTENSIFIES] Well, I guess I get to know then, the answers to my questions. [CLICK] [CLICK] [THE HUMMING OF AN UNKNOWN TUNE.] Dr. Richardson Oh? When did you get there? Did Binkard leave you here on record? [CLICK] SCP-7045 was found in Dr. ██████ Richardson's office, sitting on his desk. Dr. Richardson reported the object once his assistant had denied placing SCP-7045 on his desk. Once it was determined that SCP-7045 was no longer anomalous, SCP-7045 was placed in a storage locker in Site-19. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7045" by Jade_Crusader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7045. Licensed under CC-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-7046 | safe | Item#: 7046 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: North Lake Corrections, where SCP-7046 is located, is to be kept under armed guard. Unauthorized persons attempting to access the site are to be apprehended and transported to Site-63 for questioning. At the conclusion of questioning, they are to be administered Class-A amnestics and released or placed in indefinite containment, at the discretion of the Site Director. Description: SCP-7046 is a cell block in North Lake Corrections, an abandoned corrections facility near Winnipeg, Manitoba. When the facility was in use, SCP-7046 served as its low-security wing. North Lake Corrections was abandoned in October 1983, after a fire destroyed another cell block and heavily damaged the prison’s administrative building. SCP-7046’s anomalous properties are the result of thaumaturgic modification which occurred approximately six months prior to its discovery. Its plumbing and electrical systems are fully functional, despite the building lacking any apparent source of water or electricity. Its exterior walls dampen sounds made inside the structure, preventing them from being detected by observers outside. These walls also display evidence of thaumaturgic modification which once imbued them with a cognitohazardous effect that discouraged observers from entering SCP-7046. However, these modifications were deliberately disabled prior to the object’s discovery and presently have no effect. A Corridor in SCP-7046 Some cells inside SCP-7046 display no anomalous properties beyond those found throughout the structure. They appear not to have been recently inhabited, and their contents display damage and deterioration consistent with the object’s eighteen years of abandonment. However, at the time of SCP-7046’s discovery, 296 of its cells were fully furnished and had been subject to further thaumaturgic modifications. These cells have been designated SCP-7046-1. Instances of SCP-7046-1 are resistant to damage. Their walls, floors, ceilings and bars can withstand forces greater than three-thousand newtons, and are unaffected by both high-caliber firearms and light explosives. At the time of SCP-7046’s discovery, 251 of the 296 SCP-7046-1 instances either appeared to have recently housed or still housed up to two human prisoners. Each such cell is furnished with a bunk bed, a toilet, a desk, and a small television. The other 45 cells had straw covering their floors and contained troughs for food and water. These cells appear to have each housed a single bovine until shortly before SCP-7046’s discovery. SCP-7046’s mess hall houses SCP-7046-2, a large mechanical apparatus consisting of a 2000-liter tank, a pump, a large, ring-shaped pipe, a circular arrangement of seven altars, and a disposal unit. The pipe’s interior is inscribed with thaumaturgic symbols,1 and the altars have been integrated into the structure of the pipe such that liquid circulating through it will make contact with them. Upon activation, SCP-7046-2 will pump the contents of its tank into its pipe and circulate them seven times before diverting them to the disposal unit. The apparatus’ interior is stained with human and bovine blood, DNA from which matches that of human and bovine subjects found on-site at the time of the object’s discovery. At the time of discovery, SCP-7046-2’s disposal unit contained 2000 liters of a mixture of human blood, bovine blood, and water. Discovery: On January 13th, 2002, a Foundation agent embedded within local emergency services alerted the foundation to a call requesting medical attention for 110 persons located in SCP-7046, each of whom had experienced severe blood loss. Foundation agents, including medical personnel, were dispatched to secure the site. When they arrived, the site contained 515 human and 45 bovine subjects. All but twelve of these human subjects were later identified as a missing person who had vanished from somewhere in North America2 during the previous six months. The remains of all 45 bovine subjects, along with 405 of the human subjects, were found near SCP-7046-2 and had been fully exsanguinated. The remaining humans were found inside instances of SCP-7046-1. These subjects had also experienced significant blood loss. Of these, 21 had expired prior to the arrival of Foundation personnel, and another three expired while in Foundation custody. The remaining subjects were successfully resuscitated and transported to Site-63 for questioning. The subjects’ accounts were largely concordant with one another and described them being abducted and held inside SCP-7046 by a small group of individuals, who forcibly extracted blood from them at weekly intervals. Descriptions of this group’s apparent leader match Cassidy Redwood, a person of interest who was at large when SCP-7046 was discovered. For transcripts of these interviews, see Interview Log 7046-A. Upon the conclusion of their medical treatment, survivors were treated with class C amnestics and returned to their families. By the time treatment of survivors had concluded, information leakage by Cassidy Redwood had made the public aware of many of the mundane facts surrounding their disappearances, which forced the Foundation to employ a cover story that was compatible with these elements. Therefore, the survivors’ memory loss was explained by the claim that Redwood had kept them in medically induced comas for the entirety of their captivity. Addendum 7046-1: On January 13, 2002, shortly before the discovery of SCP-7046, Agent ██████, an undercover agent embedded within GoI-3088 (“The Church of the Second Hytoth”) alerted the Foundation to a general notice issued to the group’s members by its leadership. + Show Material - Hide Material All Ortothans hear, We regret to bring you grave and lamentable news. Church leadership has discovered that Cassidy Redwood, Eiv-Aímact Priest of the Winnipeg Ortothan Church, has committed the greatest of blasphemies. She has betrayed her office, the Church, and the Holy Fourth by abducting hundreds of outsiders, who she is holding in an unknown location so she may harvest their Unwilling Blood for blasphemous “sacrifice.” Her guilt is not in doubt. Less than one year ago, Ms. Redwood petitioned Church Leadership for assistance with a ritual that would have required recurring blood offerings by just over five-hundred participants. In the months since she was denied Ortothan blood for this purpose, a pattern of disappearances has afflicted a large area centered around Winnipeg. These vanishings have been too similar to lack a common cause. Most victims have been young men, every victim has lived alone, and all have disappeared from their home during the night, leaving no sign of a struggle. However, the large size of the area in which the vanishings have taken place precludes the idea that their common cause is mundane. When a band of Warriors arrived at the Winnipeg Ortothan Church with orders to detain and question Ms. Redwood, they found that she had fled after receiving advanced warning of their approach. The Church regards this flight as an admission of guilt. Cassidy Redwood is to be regarded as a traitor, blasphemer, and a fugitive. All the faithful are directed to provide any information they possess which might aid in her apprehension and are warned that all who aid or shelter her will join her in receiving the Church’s justice. May the Fourth be Eternal, Koru Archpriest Farah Onteus Immediately after Agent ██████ reported this message to Site Director Forester, MTF Omega-22 (“Clotting Agents”) was mobilized to locate and apprehend her. Shortly after interrogations of the survivors from SCP-7046 began, Site Director Forester noted the apparent relevance of this notice to SCP-7046. Addendum 7046-2: Recovered Materials: On January 14, 2002, Agent ██████ was instructed to infiltrate Cassidy Redwood’s office at the Winnipeg Ortothan Church in hopes of obtaining clues as to her whereabouts. He succeeded, obtaining several documents and accessing Redwood’s computer. On said computer, Agent ██████ found records of correspondence between Cassidy Redwood and GoI-3088’s leadership. A selection of these materials is presented below. Those wishing to access other materials recovered from Redwood’s office should contact Site Director Forrester. + Show Recovered Materials - Hide Recovered Materials Date: January 5, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Proposal Venerable Leaders, I hope this finds you well, and I thank you for your willingness to hear my proposal. As requested, I am sending a written outline of said proposal ahead of my presentation on January 10th. As you examine this material, you will no doubt note that my proposal is radical and ambitious. However, desperate times call for desperate measures, and we are currently living through the most desperate times in the history of our universe. The death of the Holy Sixth has left the universe with only one protector against the Voruteut threat, placing it in greater peril than it has ever faced. The ritual I have designed to reverse this situation is, beyond question, ambitious. However, it is also the culmination of months of intense study, calculation, and experimentation, which demonstrate that its efficacy, should it be carried out, is equally beyond question. Only now that I can demonstrate its effectiveness with such certainty do I dare present it to Church leadership. As you have requested, the body of this e-mail contains only a summary of the proposal, but I have attached a larger document which outlines its extensive theoretical basis.3 Resurrection of the dead is a long-solved problem in the field of magic. It is simply a matter of collecting life energy and channeling it into the remains of the entity you wish to raise. Even a novice mage can resurrect an insect by donating a small amount of their own life energy to it. Human resurrection requires more life energy than a single mage can safely donate, but it can be accomplished by pooling donations from many people. To be sure, the gulf between a human and a god is far greater than that between an insect and a human, but this does not make the resurrection of a god impossible. It only increases the amount of energy it requires. It might be said that the purpose of the Ortothan religion is to donate life energy, in the form of blood, to the Holy Seven to forestall their deaths. Altering our rites so they reverse death merely requires us to alter them to match existing resurrection rituals and increase the amount of energy offered. The ritual I have designed does precisely these things, and, when enacted, it will restore Yorun-leusan to life and return her to her full glory. As stated, a full technical explanation of this ritual and the reasoning behind it may be found in the attached document. As demonstrated in said document, a naïve attempt to adapt known rituals to this project would require ████████ liters of human blood, an amount which could only be safely extracted from one hundred million people. Obtaining a sacrifice of that size is likely beyond our means. However, while researching the matter, I have discovered several ways to amplify the power of a blood sacrifice so that a smaller offering might be sufficient to empower my ritual. Some of these methods may also be ways of increasing the efficacy of routine sacrifices, but I leave that matter to be explored later, along with the possibility that similar rituals might be attempted to raise the other five fallen members of the Koru-teusa. Through consultation of various texts, including Treatise on Blood and Life, and Magical Applications of Bloodletting, a Synthesis of Diverse Thoughts, I have discovered a method of recharging already-offered blood with fresh life energy, so it may be offered again. Such recharged blood is less effective than fresh blood, and it becomes less and less effective as it is recharged and reoffered repeatedly. However, this process can still multiply the effectiveness of a blood offering by more than an order of magnitude. My calculations show that blood may be reused on seven altars, seven times each, before it no longer provides any additional benefit. This reduces the amount of blood required to perform the ritual to about ███████ liters, which could be safely extracted from slightly more than four million people. This alone makes the ritual possible for the Church to perform with its current membership. By use of altars made from magically significant material, including [REDACTED], as is already done for some significant rituals, the effectiveness of sacrifices may be increased further, reducing the required amount to █████ liters, which could be safely extracted from thirty-thousand people. I have developed a technique to split the ritual into fourteen stages, each of which would call for a portion of the required offering. By performing these stages at weekly intervals, ample time for its blood donors to recover, the number of people required to safely perform the ritual may be reduced to four thousand. Standard practice forbids the blood of non-sentient creatures from being used in Ortothan rituals, as this empowers the Holy Seven in a distorted way. However, lifting these restrictions and using bovine blood for a portion of the offering would make the ritual practical with a smaller number of human participants. This may cause intellectual deficits in the ritual’s target, but, done in moderation, would still leave her with superhuman intelligence, likely making it trivial for him4 to reverse these deficits. At my suggested ratio, this would allow the ritual to employ the blood of five-hundred sixteen people and forty-five adult bovines, none of whom would be lastingly harmed. Once again, I recognize the ambitiousness of this project, but I hope this outline and the attached document demonstrate that it is the product of careful calculation, not blind optimism. I further hope church leadership will regard it as worthy of their serious consideration and approval. The universe cannot be left with only a single protector. We must use any available means to restore the ranks of the Holy Seven so they may continue their holy work. May the Seven Be Eternal, Eiv-Aímact Priest Cassidy Redwood Date: January 15, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|haraFsuetnO#gro.htotyhdnoces|haraFsuetnO To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Your Proposed Ritual Fellow Believer, We thank you for the time and effort that went into the proposal you presented on Wednesday. Your presentation, and the extensive calculations that accompanied it, clearly show that your proposal is far more than a passing whim. We do not doubt that it is born from sincere and admirable concern for the Church, the Holy Seven, and the hytoth they protect. We have reached our decision only after a long and detailed analysis of your calculations, including review of the theoretical materials you cited. A detailed account of this analysis is attached to this e-mail. Unfortunately, that analysis revealed several conceptual failings in your ritual, which lead us to believe it would be ineffective. Your calculations severely underestimate the amount of life energy required to resurrect a being of Yorun-leusan’s power. They also assume that restoring minimum vital activity to the Sixth would allow them to heal the remaining damage themselves with their own magic, but it is more likely that the energy would simply leak back out of her, just as it would if you were to infuse an analogously miniscule amount of energy into a dead human. Furthermore, the techniques by which you mean to “recharge” and re-offer blood are derived from Daevite texts whose magical theory is not applicable to our rites. Indeed, the resurrection ritual you have adapted was likewise designed for vulgar blood magic, which may negate rather than modify the Ortothan rite you mean to pair it with. Worse still, your proposal to use bovine blood is contrary to the Church’s ethical principles, as no non-sentient animal could ever be said to willingly offer its blood. You were right to speculate that the “improvements” you propose, if effective, would be applicable to the Church’s routine sacrifices. Indeed, if said improvements were effective, they would have been used in standard Ortothan rites since the beginning of our religion. They have not been, because they are not effective. Therefore, we regret to inform you of our unanimous decision not to allocate any resources to your project. We understand that this is likely disappointing, and we emphasize that we do not mean to insult or dismiss the work and expertise that went into your proposal. You are right to regard the present situation as dire, but extra danger calls for extra caution. The Fourth requires our help more than ever before, and we will not suspend regular offerings to her so they may be diverted to an unethical project where they would, most likely, be wasted. Thank you for understanding. May the Fourth be Eternal, Koru Archpriest Farah Onteus Date: January 15, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR To: gro.htotyhdnoces|haraFsuetnO#gro.htotyhdnoces|haraFsuetnO Re: Re: Your Proposed Ritual Venerable Leaders, I am indeed disappointed by your decision. I wish you had contacted me about some of these alleged flaws in my calculations prior to the conclusion of your deliberations, as I believe I could have resolved them to your satisfaction. Indeed, a document to that effect is attached to this e-mail. That said, I respect your decision and its finality, and will not contact your further about this matter. May the Seven be Eternal, Eiv-Aímact Priest Cassidy Redwood Date: February 11, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal Fellow Believer, I am contacting you because I have received inquiries from members of your congregation which indicate that you requested their assistance in performing a ritual similar to the one you presented to church leadership on January 10th. As you’ll recall, that proposal was rejected by the council of church leaders, including myself, to whom it was presented. I am writing to clarify, the previous rejection having apparently not been sufficiently stern, that you are forbidden from pursuing this or any similar project in any capacity. Any further attempt on your part to arrange for your ritual to be carried out will be met with disciplinary action. The loss of the Holy Sixth has been trying for all of us, and I know that it has been especially trying for you, but you must not allow your grief to lead you to foolhardy and unethical behavior. The Church and I are here to support you as we all endure this loss. If there is anything we can do to help you, do not hesitate to ask. However, the matter of your ritual is settled, and I expect to hear nothing more about it. May the Fourth be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Date: February 11, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR To: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG Re: Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal Venerable Leader, I cannot deny that I have discussed my ritual with members of my congregation. Leadership’s original response stated only that the Church would devote no resources to the project. You must forgive me for failing to infer that I was forbidden to pursue it in any capacity. Furthermore, with all due respect, I am not sure that you have the authority to issue that prohibition. My blood and that of members of our congregation is ours to give and withhold as we please. By what authority do you forbid us to use it for my ritual, if we wish? My actions have made no use of Church resources or my position as Eiv-Aímact Priest. I have merely approached people I know and requested that they assist me with a personal project. If you could cite the bylaws which empower you to police such purely individual actions, I would greatly appreciate it. May the Seven be Eternal, Eiv-Aímact Priest Cassidy Redwood Date: February 12, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Re: Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal Don’t play games, Cassie. Your project involves the sacrifice of unwilling blood and is therefore contrary to our faith’s most basic ethical principles. Just as you would not be permitted to offer unwilling human blood, even if you did so in a way that utilized no Church resources, you are not permitted to offer unwilling bovine blood. Your proposal was not rejected capriciously. The technical details of why it would not work were thoroughly explained to you, and I know you are more than proficient enough in magical theory to understand them. I mean, gods, Cassie, Daevite texts? Animal Blood? Our initial response to your proposal was polite and formal, and it appears that this prevented us from communicating our disgust with what you were suggesting. Allow me to rectify that by speaking more bluntly. Your proposal is absurd in theory, blasphemous in practice. I understand you’ve not been around Second Messenger5 enough to be able to read his body language, but, as someone who can, let me inform you that he was barely containing his rage the entire time you were speaking. At the beginning of our deliberations, I, alone, did not wish to discipline you simply for proposing what you had. But for my advocacy for you as a former apprentice and personal friend of mine, you would have lost your position as Eiv-Aímact Priest, and possibly been stripped of priesthood altogether. Your proposal will not be entertained further, and if you take the slightest further movement toward it, you will not retain your position. I know you are grieving. We all are. Your bond with the Sixth, and your passion for the arcane arts of which he was patron, exceeded that of anyone I have ever known. That is precisely why the sloppiness and wishful thinking in your proposal are so beneath you, as have been your childish attempts to circumvent the Church’s decision on this matter. If you need additional time away from your duties to mourn this Sixth’s loss, I will happily grant it. Other than that, I expect to hear nothing more about any of this. May the Fourth be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Date: February 13, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR To: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG Re: Re: Re: Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal Blasphemous? Really? I am baffled by how you could come to that conclusion. My proposal is the exact opposite of blasphemous. It is a perfect example of what Ortothans are supposed to do. We offer blood to keep the Koru-teusa alive so they can protect the universe. That is exactly what I want to do: offer Ortothan blood to restore Yorun-leusan’s ability to protect the universe. I recognize that the use of animal blood is outside the bounds of what we would normally accept. I included it in my proposal because I believe the urgency of our situation justifies such a compromise, but I respect your desire to adhere to standard guidelines, and the use of animal blood in my ritual can be avoided by using four-thousand humans instead of five hundred. That’s greater than the membership of my congregation, but it is far from unachievable. By contrast, what is it you plan to do about the death of the Holy Sixth? Accept it? Go on as if it were merely an occasion for grief? Helplessly watch the universe spiral toward its inevitable end? This is not just about the Holy Sixth, though her loss alone is so incomprehensibly tragic as to justify drastic action. The more important point is that the lifespan of this universe has been counting down from seven since it began. It’s hit every number quicker than it hit the last. It has now hit one. How long do you think we have until it hits zero? The Fourth, alone, will not triumph where he and his six divine siblings could not, regardless of how many times we wish him to be eternal. He is not predestined to succeed. To speak as though she is distorts the core of the Ortothan faith. We do not worship the Holy Seven because they will succeed. We worship the Holy Seven so that they will succeed. You are deluding yourself if you think our routine offerings are still enough to ensure that success. If they were, they would have kept the Holy Sixth alive. Just six months ago, you, along with the rest of the Church, routinely said “May the Seven be Eternal.” Perhaps we shouldn’t give up on that. I do not mean to be insubordinate, and I will not act against your direct orders, but I beg you to reconsider them. The fate of the universe may depend on my ritual. Please, let us reach some compromise that allows me to perform it. May the Seven be Eternal, Eiv-Aímact Priest Cassidy Redwood Date: February 13, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsacraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal Fellow Believer, You are suspended from your duties as Eiv-Aímact Priest for thirty days. I do not intend this as a punishment. I take this action out of concern, not anger. Unless you prefer otherwise, I intend to lead the rest of the Church to believe that you have chosen to take additional time off to grieve the Sixth’s death. Whether you realize it or not, you clearly need more time. The degree of despair you have expressed is contrary to the core of our faith. You are right to say that the loss of the Sixth is a tragedy beyond comprehension, but we are Ortothans. Ortothans do not despair. Hope is the beginning of action. It lies at the core of every warrior’s heart. The loss of the Sixth has clearly extinguished your hope, and you are unfit to be lead other Ortothans until you reignite it. Reflect. Travel. Do whatever you must to restore your hope in the power of the Fourth to protect the universe. When you do, we will welcome you back into your position. May the Fourth be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Date: February 13, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR To: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal I’m not the one who’s lost hope. I’m not the who wants to lie down and accept what’s happened. Hope is precisely what motivates me to not to accept the universe’s coming death. If there are flaws in my ritual, they can be fixed. I am open to critique, and delight in the prospect that my ritual could be improved. I want nothing more than for the odds of its success to be maximized, but I must be allowed to perform it. The universe will die otherwise. Some part of you must understand that. Please, let me return hope to all of creation. May the Seven be Eternal, Eiv-Aímact Priest Cassidy Redwood Date: February 13, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Inquiries Regarding Your Proposal Fellow believer, It is not all of creation that has lost hope, but you alone. I hope you have a productive rest. May the Fourth be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Date: March 15, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: How Are You Doing? Fellow Believer, I’m just E-mailing to check on you. How are you doing? Did you have a productive rest? If there is anything you need my assistance with or would like to discuss, I am here. May the Fourth be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Date: March 15, 2001 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR To: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG Re: Re: How Are You Doing? I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking. My suspension gave me a lot of time to think. I’ve spent a lot of that in prayer, working to strengthen my relationship with the Fourth. You were right to suggest I have neglected that relationship in the past, in favor of the Sixth. I had forgotten how fierce a protective presence the Fourth can be. I doubt I will ever truly finish grieving the Sixth’s loss, but I feel far more hopeful than I did a month ago, and believe I am ready to return to my duties. May the Fourth be Eternal, Eiv-Aímact Priest Cassidy Redwood Date: January 13, 2002 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: Your Flight Fellow Believer, As you are doubtless aware, seven warriors arrived at the Winnipeg Ortothan Church earlier today with instructions to question you regarding the recent spate of disappearances centered on Winnipeg. Despite the fact that morning ritual was ongoing, you departed unexpectedly shortly before their arrival. I’m sure you know how that looks. The rest of Church Leadership is certain of your guilt. I alone maintain hope that you might be innocent. I want to believe it could be a coincidence that the vanishings are centered around you, that they began shortly after you were denied Ortothan blood for your blasphemous ritual, and that they ceased after a number of victims consistent with what your ritual required. You are the most zealous believer I know. I may have brought you into the faith, but I have often looked to your fervor for inspiration. I do not want to believe you are capable of abducting and imprisoning hundreds of innocents so you could harvest their unwilling blood. If you have not done so, if there is some explanation for all of this that leaves your hands spotless, please, come to my temple in Ontario and explain yourself. I swear on the name of the Fourth I will do everything in my power to prevent you from being wrongly punished. If, on the other hand, things are as they appear, then you must likewise surrender yourself to me. I know that you are, at your core, a good person, and you know the Church will find you no matter how you try to hide. Please, surrender yourself to us, so justice may be done swiftly and without unnecessary pain. May the Fourth be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Date: January 13, 2002 From: gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG#gro.htotyhdnoces|naeSsucraMnelG To: gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR#gro.htotyhdnoces|ydissaCdoowdeR Re: What Have You Done? Your prison has been discovered. The SCP Foundation secured it before our warriors arrived, but they watched from nearby as body bags were carried out. Hundreds of them. How could you, Cassie? How could you betray everything we believe in? Are you that lost in despair? Why didn’t I know you were so far gone? Was this some terrible relapse, or have you been planning this for months, feigning recovery while plotting murderous blasphemy against the Sixth and his memory? No matter how you came to betray our faith, know that you will answer for this. We will track you down anywhere you try to hide, and we will visit justice upon you with the fierceness of a dying sun. May the Fourth Be Eternal, Grand Aímact Priest Sean Glen-Marcas Addendum 7046-3: At 1:11 on January 16th, Cassidy Redwood turned herself into a police station in Winnipeg. Upon arrival, Redwood confessed to the abductions and murders associated with SCP-7046, though her confession omitted the anomalous aspects of her crimes. Imbedded Foundation agents immediately transferred her to Site-63 for questioning. + Show Interview 7046-B - Hide Interview 7046-B Interviewed: Cassidy Redwood Interviewer: Dr. Henry Willard <Begin Log, January 16th, 2002, 4:59> Dr. Willard: Please introduce yourself. Redwood: I’m Cassidy Redwood. Until recently, I was the Eiv-Aímact Priest for the Winnipeg Ortothan Church. Dr. Willard: And you were responsible for the thaumaturgic modifications to North Lake Corrections, including the machine inside? Redwood: Yep. That was me. Dr. Willard: And it was also you who populated the prison with civilians? Redwood: Also me. Dr. Willard: Why? Redwood: Nothing too glamorous. I was just trying to save the universe. Dr. Willard: How were you going to do that? Redwood: How well do you know the Ortothan religion? Dr. Willard: I’m familiar. Redwood: Then you know what happened back in 2000? Dr. Willard: The death of Yorun-leusan? Redwood: Yes. A warrior-mage of unrivaled knowledge and power. One of the wisest and most courageous beings in the universe, and one of the few guardians standing between it and utter annihilation. Like other warriors before her, she died in battle. Her death left the universe with too little protection. I was trying to change that by bringing her back. Dr. Willard: And you hoped the human sacrifice you performed would accomplish this? Redwood: I guess I did. Dr. Willard: Why did you gather blood in a way so at odds with Ortothan teachings? Redwood: Well, that wasn’t exactly my original plan. Dr. Willard: What was your original plan? Redwood: To get the blood from willing Ortothans. Dr. Willard: How did you get from that to what you did? Redwood: I guess it started when the Sixth died. We’d known for weeks that something bad was happening. She was getting hungrier for blood. Dr. Willard: What do you mean? Redwood: You can use magic to detect the life energy in blood. If you do that to an offering that’s just been given, you can watch the energy drain away as one of the Holy Seven claims it. How quickly they claim it tells you how hungry they are. It’s like you’re watching someone eat a plate of food. If they aren’t that hungry, they might take their time with it, savor it, maybe take bites here and there while they’re doing something else. If they’re hungry, they’ll eat faster. If they’re starving, they’ll shovel it down their throat as fast as they can. That’s what the Sixth was doing around the end of August. Offerings that would normally take several seconds to consume would disappear in an instant. This wasn’t the first time we’d seen that. It’s what happens when the gods are in battle. They need blood in the first place because their bodies constantly bleed. When their enemies are wounding them, they bleed more than usual, which makes them need more blood. Dr. Willard: How often does this happen? Redwood: They’re warriors. They do battle all the time. That’s why we didn’t think much of it at first. We increased our sacrifices and encouraged the flock to direct more to the Sixth, but that’s all. We just thought it was another battle. I wish I’d known. I’d give anything to have known which prayer would be the last one. There’s so much I would have said. I didn’t, though. I just said the same prayer I’d said every night for the last twenty years. Then, at 3:00 AM, I was awoken by a call from Sean. He told me that the Sixth had gone from devouring his offerings to ignoring them. I didn’t believe him until I pricked my finger on my own altar to check. He was right. The energy just lay there, wasted. Even after seeing that, I didn’t accept that the Sixth was dead. There was a conference call the next day that included a lot of the Eiv-Aímact Priests in Canada. I was the only one arguing that we should maintain hope that the Sixth was alive. I didn’t think we should announce anything to the laity, and I argued we should continue sacrifices to the Sixth in case she was behaving oddly because she was in a difficult situation. I was outvoted. The Church announced the Sixth’s death later that day and ordered that all sacrifices be directed to the Fourth. It took me a long time to accept that she was really gone. I attended—but did not lead—the memorial ceremony at my church the next week. While everyone else was grieving, I held out hope that the Sixth was alive. Dr. Willard: What convinced you otherwise? Redwood: The fact that she kept rejecting sacrifices. There could have been a reason to do that for a day or two, but not for weeks. Eventually I had to accept the obvious. Yorun-leusan was dead, and that meant the universe was doomed. Dr. Willard: How does that follow? Redwood: There was only one god left, alone in a battle that had already claimed six others. How long could it be before he fell too? Ortothans are supposed to be stalwart, to never let our hope falter, even in the face of incomprehensible tragedy. In front of my congregation, I spoke and acted as if, despite what had happened to all of her comrades, the Fourth would be eternal. I don’t know how I said it with a straight face. For billions of years, Ortothans have incessantly wished for our gods to be eternal, even as they perished, one by one. Why should the Fourth be any different? I couldn’t just cling to the delusion that everything would work out. The fact is, without the Sixth, the Fourth isn’t going to last much longer, and once he dies, the universe will too. Knowing that, that everything and everyone around me would soon be devoured by the voruteut, was a kind of hell. Everything I did felt empty. Nothing I made, no one I helped, nothing I learned, would last long enough to mean anything. I asked Sean to give me some time off to process things, and he was very understanding. I took October and November off. It was during that time that the idea of resurrecting the Sixth first occurred to me. Dr. Willard: That’s quite a goal. Redwood: I thought so, too. I tried to tell myself it was just wishful thinking, that I would be better off moving on, but how could I move on? How could I just ignore what was going to happen? At first, I just hoped someone else would do it. There are countless Ortothan civilizations in the universe, most of them larger than primitives like us can imagine. I told myself one of them must have the knowledge and resources to bring her back. That didn’t happen, though. Week after week passed, and nothing changed. After a few months, I realized that if some far-off Ortothan civilization was going to do it, they would have by now. That’s where a reasonable person would have let it go. They would have accepted that if countless galaxies full of super-advanced aliens couldn’t bring the Sixth back, I couldn’t either. I wasn’t reasonable, though. I was drowning in grief, and like anyone who’s drowning, I grasped at anything I could use to pull myself back up. So, before I gave up on the idea, I decided to work through the problem myself, and see what I could come up with. I told myself I was just trying to prove it was impossible so I could stop thinking about it. That was bullshit, though. I was hoping to find exactly what I did. Dr. Willard: You found it was possible? Redwood: If you make some very, very generous assumptions, and have access to more blood than I had any hope of obtaining, yes, it should theoretically be possible to restore enough vitality to the Sixth that he might be able to heal himself the rest of the way with his own magic. I should have given up when I saw I’d need a hundred million people to do it, but that was still more hope than I’d had since he died, so, before I abandoned the idea, I decided to see if I could find a way to reduce that amount of blood required. I poured through every book I own, silently begging to find something that could help, and, eventually, I thought that I had. In fact, I thought I’d found several ways of making my sacrifices more efficient, which I could stack on top of each other to decrease the amount of blood I needed to a manageable level. I was ecstatic when I did the calculations. With just a few hundred people and a few dozen cows working together for fourteen weeks, I could bring the Sixth back! I took it to the Church right away. Some of what I wanted to do was against the normal rules, and some of my sources were unsavory, but I thought they would see the necessity of the project and be willing to look past that. Dr. Willard: But they weren’t? Redwood: No. Even if they had been willing to look past the animal blood, they thought my ritual wouldn’t work. I guess they’ve been vindicated on that front. Maybe I should have known. I’m not some amateur mage. Every reason they gave for why it wouldn’t work was something I knew about and thought I’d solved. Looking back, I feel like some part of me knew better, but that’s probably just hindsight. At the time, I thought my doubts were just anxiety about the grandeur of what I was attempting. I was surprised when leadership turned me down. Dr. Willard: What did you do after they did? Redwood: First, I tried to find ways around their decision. Strictly speaking, the refusal to dedicate any resources to my project just meant I couldn’t order my congregation to assist me with my ritual. I could still try to find five-hundred-fifteen other Ortothans who would do it as a personal favor to me. I started asking around. Several of my friends agreed to help, but most people were confused as to why such an important project was being managed by me and not church leadership. Some of them asked Sean about it, and he was mad that I’d tried to go behind his back. He told me to abandon any attempt to carry out the ritual. I told him I would, but I didn’t. I just started to make sure I was alone with people when I asked them, and I wiped their memory if they said no. I got a few more co-conspirators that way. I wasn’t the only one who was worried about whether the Fourth would be able to defend the universe on her own. For the most part, though, I lost people once I told them my plan had to be a secret because church leadership had rejected it. People assumed leadership knew better than I did. Dr. Willard: Where did that leave you? Redwood: Depressed. Hopeless. Sure the universe was going to be destroyed because of the Church’s decision. Then, one day, while I was driving home from ritual, I had a thought that reignited my hope. The Church aren’t the only people in the world. Every day, I was surrounded by people who, thanks to you and yours, had been denied access to anything supernatural. Their world is as blank and meaningless as mine felt, devoid of real magic and true gods. To them, problems that I could wish away in an instant are life-ruining or life-ending crises, ones they would do anything to get out of. I decided I’d find people outside the veil who desperately needed something only magic could give them and offer them those things in exchange for their blood. Dr. Willard: That’s in contrast with your church’s general policy regarding the veil. Redwood: That’s actually debatable. We’re allowed to approach individuals and try to bring them into the faith, and once we’ve begun that process with someone, we can do magic in front of them. I certainly planned on trying to convert my clients once I was done with my ritual, so, technically, I was allowed to tell them what I needed to tell them. I picked people who I thought would be able to keep a secret. A lot of them were in professions that involved secrecy of some kind—lawyers, doctors, police, priests, that kind of thing—and of course I told all of them to keep quiet about their interactions with me. I hoped that would be enough. Dr. Willard: What did you offer them? Redwood: Healing magic, mostly. Most of them were terminally ill or had family who were. If you have the kinds of skills I have and are willing to burn through your life savings buying ritual components, you can heal just about anything. Dr. Willard: Were you able to get all the volunteers you needed? Redwood: No. I got close. I would have been able to, if it were just a matter of finding people who would take the deal, but the process of approaching someone, explaining everything to them, and persuading them to accept my offer took time, and things went wrong before I was able to get the people I needed. Dr. Willard: How did they go wrong? Redwood: They couldn’t keep their mouths shut. Actually, that’s not fair. Most of them could. It’s just that most wasn’t enough. Several of them recommended my miracle-working services to desperate people they knew. That was annoying, but on its own, it was manageable. I even recruited a few of those people. However, things started to go downhill when one of them mentioned me online. He tried to be vague. He just said that people with no other option should go to Winnipeg to find a miracle worker. I doubt anyone on the wrong side of the veil believed it, but you noticed it, or at least I assumed it was you at the time. You, I assume, sent someone posing as a paranormal investigator to visit the man who’d made that post.6 Fortunately, I’d anticipated that you might show up, and I’d already coached him on what to say. Dr. Willard: What did you tell him to say? Redwood: That it’d been a prank. You seemed to buy it, at least for the moment. After that incident, I had stern talks with everyone. I tried to stress that there were people who wouldn’t like what I was doing, and that drawing your attention would keep me from helping them. It was almost enough. Another one of my clients was a woman whose son was dying of leukemia. The doctors had given him less than a year to live, and he hadn’t taken his prognosis well. Because she wanted to see her son happy again, she told him that I was going to heal him. Knowledge of my existence spread to his entire support group the next time they met. His mother called me as soon as she learned, and I went into a mad dash to keep everyone quiet by bringing the rest of the kids’ families in on my deal. I got to all of them in time, barely. Fortunately, I had something to offer them in exchange for their silence. Looking back, I had the situation handled at that point. Maybe, if I’d kept on course, everything would have turned out a lot better. At the time, though, that incident made me think I wouldn’t be able to keep my recruits quiet for long enough to complete my ritual. To keep anything like that from happening again, I added a clause to my deal that required everyone to move to a secluded location where they’d be cut off from anyone they could gossip to. Dr. Willard: Your prison? Redwood: Yeah. I didn’t use a prison because I wanted to keep people there against their will. I just used the nearest abandoned building that could house hundreds of people. I made it as comfortable as I could. My clients weren’t happy about this alteration in my deal, but none of them were in any position to refuse. I should have had that in my deal from the beginning. Maybe that also would have made things turn out better. Unfortunately, I didn’t think of it until you’d taken notice of me once, and you hadn’t forgotten about the man who’d made that post. When he—along with a bunch of other people near Winnipeg who were terminally ill or had relatives who were—suddenly disappeared to an undisclosed location for several weeks, you noticed. You arrived in force and started combing the Winnipeg area. I knew you would find my prison. There’s no way you wouldn’t check a building so well-suited to what I was doing. My only option was to make it look normal by the time you got there. Fortunately, I hadn’t assembled my machine yet, but I still had to move hundreds of people out of my prison. I had no other safe place to move them to, and even if I did, I couldn’t have brought them there without you noticing. The only place I could send them was back home. Of course, not long after I did that, you’d interrogate them, and I wouldn’t be able to coach hundreds of people well enough that they could fool you. My solution was to wipe their memories of me before I sent them back. Dr. Willard: I believe I remember the incident you’re talking about. The people who’d vanished suddenly returned home, and their illnesses had been cured. Redwood: Yep. I healed them before sending them back. I hoped you’d have a hard time covering that up. I wanted to make you as busy as possible so you wouldn’t have time to look for me. At least, that was my excuse. I think the truth is that I couldn’t bear to let them die after knowing them for months. Especially the kids. Excuse or not, it worked. Your efforts to create the appearance that they’d been misdiagnosed—thanks for not just killing them, by the way—bought me time, and when a squad of agents finally did scope out my prison, it looked just like it should. I had to reenchant it after they left, but that was the least of my problems. Now I was back to square one in my search for blood. I thought about starting over, working to find a new set of clients, maybe from a larger area, but it was too late for that. You’d have already made the connection between Winnipeg and mysterious, long vacations taken by terminally ill people and their relatives. Even if I teleported all over North America to find new clients, you’d know where to look for me. Dr. Willard: Why draw from a limited radius at all? Redwood: Have you ever cast a teleportation spell? I strained to get as far as I did. In any case, pulling from a larger area wasn’t enough anymore. I had to find some other way of recruiting people, something that would look different enough to you that you wouldn’t realize it was connected to what I’d been doing before. Also, because I’d gone through with healing everyone, I’d used up the ritual components I’d bought, and I didn’t have the money to buy that many again. For days, I tried to think of an alternative to what I wound up doing, but I couldn’t. Only desperate people would agree to spend months living in an abandoned prison, and that was precisely who I couldn’t work with anymore. My only remaining option was not to give people a choice. Dr. Willard: So you didn’t. Redwood: I was only planning to keep them until I finished my ritual. Being confined to their cells for a few months wouldn’t be pleasant for them, but neither would the destruction of the universe. I hoped that when I was done, and I could explain everything to them, they would understand. Dr. Willard: Why not tell them before then? Redwood: The last thing that would have done is comfort them. At best, they’d think I was crazy. At worst, they’d believe that I was harvesting their blood to resurrect a strange god, and they’d judge that god by my actions. Once the ritual was done, though, once they’d seen Yorun-leusan’s full glory up close, they’d know she was good, even if I wasn’t. She might have even apologized to them herself. She’d certainly have been mortified by how I’d brought her back. Dr. Willard: Why didn’t that stop you? Redwood: Because if I didn’t do it, the universe would be destroyed. If I had to give up my place in the Eitoth,7 to stop that from happening, it was worth it. Dr. Willard: You said earlier that your ritual was supposed to span fourteen weeks, correct? Redwood: Yes. Dr. Willard: According to the survivors, you didn’t take just blood from them for fourteen weeks. You took it weekly throughout the time you held them. Redwood: I did. Dr. Willard: Why? Redwood: To offer it to the Fourth. Their bodies were going to make it anyway, and my morality was already compromised, so it would have been wasteful not to take it. I started the actual ritual in mid-December, once I’d finally gotten the five-hundred and three captives I needed. I got through the first four stages without any problems, but on the day I was supposed to perform the fifth, my luck ran out. The Church figured out what I was doing. Dr. Willard: How did that happen? Redwood: The disappearances I caused followed an identifiable pattern. The Church weren’t the only people who noticed, and they were nervous about the fact that it was happening in the part of the world where they’re most active. Dr. Willard: Why did that make them nervous? Redwood: Partly because they were worried some of their enemies could be responsible, and partly because they were afraid you or the GOC would blame them for it. Those were excuses, of course. They really just wanted to protect innocent people. So, they assembled a team to investigate the matter, and it only took them a few months to figure me out. They sent a group of Warriors to apprehend me while I was leading ritual. One of my co-conspirators warned me of their approach, so I wasn’t captured then and there, but now the Church was hunting me. I had powerful magic to help me hide, but they had equally powerful magic to help them find me. I knew I had about a day before they found my prison. Once that happened, they would arrive in force, imprison or kill me and my accomplices, destroy my machine, and send my victims home. All hope for my ritual, and with it, the universe, would be lost. To finish my ritual in time, I had to perform the last ten stages all at once. That meant I needed ten times as much blood as I’d planned to take from my prisoners at any one time. There was no way to get that much without killing most of them. I was horrified when I realized that, but I didn’t even question whether I’d do it. Some of the others needed convincing, but not me. It would have been selfish to let the universe be destroyed just to keep the blood of a few hundred people off my hands. Dr. Willard: So you didn’t intend for any of the partially drained subjects to die? Redwood: Of course not. Wait, did some of them? Dr. Willard: Twenty-four of them did. Redwood: No. No, that shouldn’t… Damn it. I must have taken more blood than I meant to. Dr. Willard: Did your accomplices participate in the killings? Redwood: There was a short, panicked discussion about whether we would go through with it, but it didn’t take long for us to come to a consensus. They believed as fervently as I did that this was necessary to save the universe, and every single one of them, bless their souls, agreed to be fully drained for the ritual. By dying themselves, each of them allowed me to spare one extra captive. I would have done the same, but I had to be alive and conscious to perform the ritual, which limited how much blood I could give. Dr. Willard: How were the murders carried out? Redwood: First, we had to get some equipment we needed. Exsanguinating someone completely requires special tools which we hadn’t known we’d need. I made trips to a hospital, a slaughterhouse, and a funeral home to steal what I needed. After that, we killed the cows. One by one, we led them to our machine, knocked them out, injected them with an anticoagulant, strung them up, cut them open and drained them. It was the same thing you would have done if you were going to use their meat. Once they were drained, we just left them in the corner of the room. The cows got harder to manage as the bodies piled up. Cows are smarter than most people give them credit for. They know when they’re being led to slaughter. Still, that was the easy part. The hard part came next. By the time we went upstairs to get the first of our human sacrifices, they’d been waiting on us for hours. They were more confused than afraid, and the first pair cooperated with us as we led them downstairs. Just like the cows, they didn’t realize what we had in mind until they saw the pile of bodies next to the machine, one of them asked if we were going to kill them. Before I could lie, one of my accomplices said yes. Do you know what it’s like to have someone beg you for their life? Dr. Willard: Yes. Redwood: Of course. I forgot who I was talking to. My apologies. Still, you’re the sort of person who would accept a job at the SCP Foundation. Imagine if your job was supposed to be to save people. Point is, once they started begging, I was desperate to shut them up. I started by shouting at them, which made them quieter, but not quiet. By the time we got up to the top of the stairs that led to my intake pipe, I couldn’t take it anymore. In a desperate attempt to soothe my conscience, I did something I’d already decided I wouldn’t do. I tried to explain why their deaths were for the greater good. Gods, I’m an idiot. Of course, they just thought I was insane. One of my comrades tried to prove otherwise by casting a spell in front of them, which just made them think we were maniacs with magical powers. It was a sleeping spell that finally shut them up. I should have done that before I even brought them downstairs. We injected their unconscious bodies with the anticoagulant, sliced open their aortas, and bled them until they died. Once their hearts stopped pushing their blood out, we pumped water through their circulatory systems to flush out the rest. We couldn’t let any of it go to waste. When we were done, we went up to get our next pair of victims. The screaming they’d heard didn’t make them eager to come downstairs, but this time I did what I should have done. I put them to sleep before I even opened their cell. That was what I did going forward. Before I even opened the cell door, I would knock out whoever I was going to take. Some of them begged to know what was going on, but I’d learned my lesson. I didn’t tell them anything. Once we’d fully drained everyone we intended to, we went back up for the rest of the blood we needed. Dr. Willard: How did you decide which ones to kill? Redwood: Age. We spared the youngest ones. Draining them wasn’t any different than how we’d been doing it until then, except we left the needle in longer. Of course, having liters of blood taken from you is a bit less pleasant than losing a spoonful or so, and I had trouble convincing some of them that I wasn’t bleeding them dry, but I could at least rest easy knowing that I wasn’t. Except for a few dozen of them, I guess. In any case, when I was done with all my prisoners, I drained my friends. If I were a better person, the fact that they were willing would have made that the easiest part, but it didn’t. Most of them had been my friends for decades. I’d known four of them since before Sean brought me into the faith. I’d known one of them since he was a child. I’d converted several of them. They’d still be living normal lives outside the veil if it weren’t for me, and I hadn’t just killed them. I’d corrupted them first, made them into kidnappers and murderers with no Eitoth to look forward to. I had no choice, though. The fate of the universe was more important. Yorun-leusan was more important. Once they were all dead, I let some of my own blood into the machine, then turned it on. For over an hour, the blood of my victims circulated over my altars while I posed and chanted to direct their life energy to whatever remained of Yorun-leusan. When I was done, I called ambulances for my living victims and disabled the runework I’d done to keep people from entering the building. I settled in to wait for my work to pay off. I truly believed that Yorun-leusan was minutes away from appearing in his full glory. Dr. Willard: You must have expected her to be furious. Why didn’t you flee? Redwood: I thought about it. There wasn’t any point. In the likely event Yorun-leusan would want to punish me, there’d be nothing I could do to get away from her. Also, I wanted to see the culmination of my work. What I’d accomplished would reroute the history of the universe. Trillions of trillions of Ortothans would learn about it, and for all they’d condemn my methods, they’d rejoice that I’d brought the Holy Sixth back to life. I stood in front of my machine, waiting for the Sixth to appear. I waited and waited, and as I did, I slowly, painfully came to realize that I had waited too long. Where was Yorun-leusan? Could I have been wrong that she would manifest here? Maybe she’d woken up in her body, wherever the Fourth had interred it. I checked the blood in my machine for life energy. If my ritual had worked, it should have been gone. It wasn’t. None of it had been claimed. I thought about running my machine again, but the ambulances I’d called would arrive before I could finish my ritual again, and, in any case, I knew I had done it correctly. I had practiced it every day for months. I scanned my offering a few more times, as if that could change something. It didn’t. I grabbed some paper from the other room, folded it into a small altar to the Sixth, and pricked my finger to see if a new offering would be taken. It wasn’t. I tried again. Nothing. I kept doing it, squeezing my finger to get more blood onto the altar, and scanning it as I did. Nothing changed. The sacrifices weren’t being claimed. There was still no Yorun-leusan to claim them. My ritual hadn’t raised her. It didn’t seem to have done anything at all. After everything I’d done, I had nothing to show for it but hundreds of corpses. I might have stood there forever, trying again and again to give a drop of blood to the Sixth, but those ambulances were coming, and I decided I should get out of there before I was seen with the bodies. Dr. Willard: Where did you go? Redwood: I just wandered around for a few days, processing what had happened. What I’d done. Eventually, I decided to turn myself in to the police. Dr. Willard: Why? Redwood: Because I’m a murderer. Because I preferred it to facing the Church. Because my victims and their families deserve closure. They don’t have much time left. Anything I can do to make the rest of it easier, I owe them. Dr. Willard: Why don’t they have much time left? Redwood: That’s the worst part of all of this. After everything I’ve done, the universe is still doomed. We have ten, maybe fifteen years left. Possibly less. Certainly not more. The things that lurk outside the cosmos will burrow in and devour it. The last of the Koru-teusa will fall, and the Second Hytoth will be lost. Nothing I did changed that. Now, nothing will. <End Log, January 16th, 2002, 5:26> Addendum 7046-4: On January 18th, 2002, Cassidy Redwood self-terminated by self-inflicted laceration. A makeshift Ortothan altar, constructed out of paper she had been given as writing material, was present in her cell. Experts on Ortothan practice who examined the scene concluded that Redwood had offered her spilled blood to Rakmou-leusan, the only remaining Ortothan deity. Addendum 7046-5: In April 2008, SCP-7046’s anomalous effects began to diminish. Sounds made inside the structure became detectable from the outside, though the structure’s thaumaturgic properties still dampened them. As of June 9, 2022, the exterior walls of SCP-7046 decrease the volume of a sound made inside by only thirty decibels. Recent tests on the bars of SCP-7046-1 cells have shown that some will now bend in response to forces as low as one-thousand newtons, though others retain much higher tensile strength. Foundation thaumaturgists have concluded that these changes are the result of natural decay in its thaumaturgic enhancements. If present trends continue, the object will cease to be anomalous by 2040. Footnotes 1. Many of these symbols have previously been found at Daevite ritual sites. 2. Each of them had last been seen somewhere within 1600 kilometers of SCP-7046. 3. Personnel with level 3 clearance or higher may request access to any document mentioned in these materials. 4. In Ortothan mythology, the divine is said to transcend gender. Consequently, Ortothans often switch rapidly between pronouns when referring to their gods. 5. The extra-terrestrial missionary responsible for introducing the Ortothan religion to earth. 6. This description matches actions undertaken by Agent ███ █████████ on June 10, 2001. 7. The Ortothan afterlife More by this Author ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7046" by XHAWK77X, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7047 | safe | Small Amount of SCP-7047. Item #: SCP-7047 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7047 is stored in an object containment locker at Site-14. With the exception of testing purposes, SCP-7047 is to be directly observed when outside of its containment unit. Containment Procedures are scheduled to be updated pending the results of Addendum-05. Description: SCP-7047 is a large collection of dominoes. Other than its ability to absorb ambient kinetic energy, it possesses no physical anomalies. SCP-7047's anomalous properties occur when a large amount of it is placed in a localized area and is not observed for an indeterminate period of time.12 SCP-7047 will reposition itself in one or multiple lines; nearby objects may be repositioned so they are significantly involved with the anomaly's domino effect in some fashion. The chain reaction begins when the first tile tips over. While the endpoint of the chain reaction may change during each activation, it is hypothesized to be dependent on the objects, areas, and individuals present near SCP-7047 during that time. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7047/TEST/PARTIAL/EXAMPLES ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ Test #: 01 Location: Kitchen Testing Parameters: Site-14's cafeteria kitchen was temporarily closed. Various food ingredients were placed on the preparation station. SCP-7047 is introduced into the room. Direct observation is interrupted. Result: Direct observation recommenced. Most tables in the kitchen had been pressed close together. The rest were positioned near an open oven with a baking tray inside. An uncapped can of whip cream is standing on an air duct above the oven, alongside the ingredients. Spice racks near the oven were opened with their contents spilled on the floor. The spice racks, air ducts, and tables have SCP-7047 segments running through them. The first tile is knocked over. The domino effect starts with the SCP-7047 segments on the tables and continues to the spice rack. The momentum continues up the spice rack and connects to the segments on the air ducts. Small individual segments collide with the ingredients, causing them to fall down, bounce off the tables, and land in the trade. A lone tile falls onto a nearby fork, causing it to fly in the air and collide with the oven's button interface, activating it. The oven rack automatically slides back into the oven and the door closes. Researchers try to open the oven but the door is jammed. After some time, the door is opened, and a thick cloud of smoke spreads out to the kitchen. The food in the tray is burnt. The sound of the fire alarm activates, and the sound waves of the alarm cause the whipped cream to fall off. The nozzle penetrates and embeds itself into the 'meal,' releasing a hefty amount of whip cream. Test #: 07 Location: Garden Testing Parameters: D-66787 was taken to Site-14's outdoor garden due to his previous occupation as a landscaper and tasked with watering the plants; D-66787 begrudgingly obeyed. An amount of SCP-7047 and a variety of different gardening tools is introduced. Direct observation is interrupted. Result: Direct observation recommenced. Most of SCP-7047 was untouched; all of the tools were repositioned in the tree in the center of the garden. D-66787 runs out of water in his watering can and moves to refill it D-66787 steps on a rake, causing the handle to slam into his nose. He cries in pain and staggers back, tripping over a shovel. D-66787 in a fit of anger, kicks the shovel, cutting his ankle on the blade. D-66787 cringes as the watering can is thrown from his grip and lands under an outdoor watering facet. D-66787 sits down on the stone planter. The shovel itself collides with a bush, causing several bees to flee. One of the bees flies to the roof and knocks over the starting SCP-7047 tile. The flow of the segment on the storm drain continues until the last tile disturbs a nearby crow; the crow flies onto one of the branches of the tree, causing the branches to shake. A pinecone falls on D-66787's shoulder. D-66787 looks up just as a hammer collides with his face. D-66787 springs up, nose bleeding, as gardening tools begin to fall on the ground around him. D-66787 attempts to guard against or dodge the incoming projectiles but fails. D-66787 trips over a fallen fertilizer bag and falls onto the ground, turning on the faucet with his nose before he falls. The watering can beings to tilt towards a sunflower as it is filled with water. D-66787 groans and turns onto his back; he takes a deep breath. An open fertilizer bag falls onto D-66787's head. The result causes the faucet to break, spraying water everywhere, and the fertilizer to enter D-66787's mouth. The flowers surrounding the tree are being watered by the broken faucet. D-66787 scrambles onto his knees and vomits. He is exhausted and has to be removed from the area by nearby personnel. Test #: 15 Location: Office Testing Parameters: The fifth office floor of Site-14 was temporarily relocated until the test concluded. A large amount of SCP-7047 is introduced. Direct observation is interrupted. Result: Direct observation recommenced. Unlike the previous tests, few objects in the vicinity were repositioned. All of SCP-7047 were used and branched off into two segments. The first tile fell on its own. The first segment continued straight until taking a right turn onto the button of an office fan. The fan's wind current caused a book, standing in front of it, to topple over on top of a pair of scissors. The scissors severed a chain of rubber bands leading to the ceiling. A homemade construct consisting of multiple rulers taped together, with a pencil on the top of it, swung from the ceiling and collided with one of the cubicle's computers, creating a small crack on the monitor's screen. The other segment created an image of a fist with its middle finger extended. A closer inspection of the computer showed that a worker failed to log out before leaving; the screen showed a paused video of Mango Margallo, a popular food-based Youtuber.3 Test #: 19 Location: Testing Chamber Testing Parameters: A highly complex Rube Goldberg machine was constructed in the testing chamber. Various objects including pulleys, buckets, string, pennies, pillows, books, toy blocks, candy, roller skates, rubber bands, bowling balls, bowling pins, action figures, dinnerware, video game consoles, and a shopping card were implemented. SCP-7047 itself was incorporated heavily in many sections of the Rube Goldberg machine. The end result of activating the machine would result in the helium balloon being popped by several pencils. Result: D-66787 was ordered to tip over the first tile. D-66787 at first refused but was convinced by the consequences of refusal. D-66787 tipped over the tile but it did not result in a domino effect. The balloon slowly lowered to the ground. Confused, D-66787 approached the balloon but tripped over an SCP-7047 tilt hidden on the ground. D-66787 fell on the Rube Goldberg machine, destroying it completely. D-66787 falls towards the pencil, nearly avoiding having his eyeballs punctured by multiple pencils. D-66787 displayed signs of shock before laughing in a neurotic manner. The string holding the balloon snapped, and the balloon popped on the pencil, spraying a white substance on D-66787.4 Discovery: SCP-7047 was recovered following an explosion occurring at a sewer line in Lucknow, India. The Foundation took over the investigation and made mention of the words "Miracle Liberation Front"5. While the bodies found were too damaged for proper identification, documents recovered from the scene indicated that MLF had established a base in the area. SCP-7047, alongside other anomalous items that were stored there, were used in part for the purposes of weaponization, and advancements in technology. SCP-7047 activated during Foundation transport, causing massive traffic delays and mass exposure of its properties to nearby civilians, necessitating prolonged amnestization. SCP-7047 was then transferred to Site-14 for further study. Addendum-01: On 12/17/2013, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk were present at Site-14 to review and cross-examine recently uncovered information pertaining to MLF. At the same time, SCP-7047activated. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7047/RODNEY/POLK1 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Site-14's Low Priority Locker Containment Wing. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are led into the room by two security guards; rows of containment lockers are seen against the walls.] Agent Polk: Augh… how many more do we have left? Agent Rodney: One. Agent Polk: Good. Agent Rodney: Then we have to go to the archives and read those files. Agent Polk: Oh god, Rod, c'mon. Agent Rodney: You said it was okay since we were in the area. Agent Polk: I thought it was like one or two things not a whole treasure of crap— [A security guard loudly clears his throat, and stares at Agent Polk with visible disapproval.] Agent Polk: What? Agent Rodney: We just need to compare the anomaly with my notes and we'll be gone. It shouldn't take more than a moment. [They stop at one of the lockers; one of the security guards unlocks the door and opens it. The other guard places the burlap bag on the table. Agent Rodney approaches and opens the bag, pulling out several SCP-7047 tiles.] Agent Polk: Dominos? We came all this way for dominos? Agent Rodney: They're not normal dominos, Polk. Agent Polk: You know what I mean. So what's the deal with them? Agent Rodney: They absorb kinetic energy and create chain reactions when not observed. Agent Polk: …Huh? Agent Rodney: [Sigh] They turn things into Rube Goldberg machines Agent Polk: That's it? What does that even mean? Agent Rodney: Shush. I'm still reading. [Agent Rodney compares his notes, occasionally inspecting SCP-7047. Agent Polk drinks from his coffee cup, appearing bored. Two guards remain on standby. Eventually, Agent Polk approaches the table and picks up one of the tiles.] Agent Polk: Well, I have to admit, these do look polished. Though the color scheme's a bit lame if I do say so myself— [The tile slips out of Agent Polk's grip. Agent Polk catches the object before it falls to the ground but inadvertently spills some of his coffee onto his shirt. Agent Rodney frowns.] Agent Polk: [Muttering] Should be thrown in the trash, you piece— [Deep Breath.] Are you done now? Agent Rodney: Yep. Here you go, sir. [Agent Rodney hands the bag back to the guard, who places it back into its locker. Both guards exit the room. Agent Rodney places his notes back into the folder and stands up.] Agent Polk: …Well? Agent Rodney: Well… it's been educational. Agent Polk: So, nothing then? Agent Rodney: Yes… but we still have those files— Agent Polk: Can't we just request to see them when we're back home? It's been a long day. Agent Rodney: That'll take way too long, Polk. You know how stingy these transfers get. Agent Polk: Ugh. Agent Rodney: C'mon, it's close by. And I don't think they'll be too much to read through. Agent Polk: Hmm… Agent Rodney: And I'll pay for your next meal, how about pizza? Agent Polk: [Smiles] I'm gonna hold you up to that. Agent Rodney: No problem, Domino's is pretty cheap anyways. Agent Polk: [Rolls Eyes] I hate you. Agent Rodney: I know. [Both agents leave. The room becomes quiet.] [Faint clattering noise emanates from the locker containing SCP-7047. The locker door opens.] [A moment later, additional lockers open as well. The camera feed cuts off.] [The agents approach the help desk. Agent Rodney clears his throat.] Secretary: Hello, how may I help you, sir? Agent Rodney: Yes, we're here to see documents pertaining to the Lucknow Incident. SCP-7047, MLF, and all that? [The secretary nods and makes a call on the work phone. After a moment, she sets the phone down.] Secretary: I'm sorry sir, but the archives aren't open at this time. Is there anything else I can do for you? Agent Rodney: [Sighs] No, we're good. Have a good day, ma'am. [Both agents walk back the way they came.] Agent Polk: You still owe me that pizza, Rod. Agent Rodney: I get it, man, you don't have to remind me twice. Agent Polk: Sucks it became a dead end though. Agent Rodney: I wouldn't say that. From what I know, that base had a lot of objects that were going to be approved for all kinds of projects. But that's what bothers me. Agent Polk: How so? Agent Rodney: SCP-7047 was the few that got rejected, and from a look at their inventory it seems they were carrying a lot of dangerous stuff. And… now that I think about it. The rejection came days before the explosion… Agent Polk: Those dominos were at the source of the explosion? Agent Rodney: No, they were found far away actually. But there was no indication of a raid or anything. It came from inside. You know what I'm thinking? Agent Polk: I think you're overthinking it, pal. Not every anomaly is useful, Rod. They probably just got cocky, screwed up with something else, and made our jobs a bit easier. Besides, it's been for a long time. And nothing happened so far, right? Agent Rodney: True, true… I guess I do tend to overthink things— [Agent Rodney opens the door to the locker room; multiple curved lines of SCP-7047 and multiple anomalous objects are on the floor. The door knocks over the first tile, starting the chain reaction.] Agent Rodney: Never a dull moment at the Foundation. Agent Polk: What the hell?! I thought it can't activate if it's locked down? Agent Rodney: I don't know! It's… huh? [A SCP-7047 segment ends with it pressing a button over on a blender. The blender activates, with a small tornado forming over it. The wind currents rip nearby posters off the wall and collide with a sculpture of a jellyfish floating in the air. The sculpture falls to the ground, activating several more segments; the sculpture is cracked and begins sparking with electricity.] Agent Polk: We gotta— how do we stop it? Prevent the flow? Agent Rodney: I dunno! Call the Site Director or something! [Agent Rodney attempts to block one of the line segments when a lone tile falls in his direction and he slips on it. Agent Rodney crashes into a locker, causing the door to open and a single firework to fall and roll on the floor.] [Another segment crashes into a toy plane. At the same time, the last segment knocks against a broom positioned upside down, leaning against a table. The brushes of the broom make contact with the locker, transmuting it to dust, and resulting in a large cyan balloon floating upwards to a ceiling fan.] [The toy plane's engines thrust and flies erratically around the room. The plane makes contact with the balloon at the same time it makes contact with the ceiling fan. An explosion occurs, spreading cold vapor across the room.] [One cloud of vapor makes contact with Agent Polk's cellphone, and it begins to quickly freeze. In a panic, he throws the cell phone away. The cellphone makes contact with the sculpture, resulting in it breaking and multiple electrical arcs spreading around the room. The lights in the room burnt out.] [Agent Rodney groans on the floor, a small streak of blood is visible on his head. He pulls out his cell phone and activates the flashlight function. Agent Polk rushes to him and pulls him to his feet.] Agent Polk: Rod. Rod! Are you alright?! How bad is it? Agent Rodney: I feel like crap but I'll live. You? Agent Polk: Not even a problem. Okay, we need to get out of here and signal the containment team! I don't even want to think… oh… we're still going? [Another faint source of light illuminates in the distance. The light is coming from the fuse of the firework. The door to the locker room is kicked open by a security guard.] Security Guard: Gentlemen! What is going on in here?! Agent Polk: Wait! Back up! Back up— [The firework suddenly fires forward and collides with the guard. The guard screams as he and the fireworks continue to propel down the hallway before a blinding flash of light covers the hallway. Multicolor paint is ejected from the hallway and at both agents' faces, followed by the area rumbling.] [The alarm sounds and the sprinkler system activates. Agent Rodney looks to Agent Polk.] Agent Rodney: So… overthinking it, huh? [A row of office cubicles is visible throughout the room. One member of personnel finishes up a telephone call and yawns. He picks up his mug and drinks from it; a lone SCP-7047 tile hides behind it.] [The room suddenly shakes, confusing most personnel. The motion causes the man's tie to become hooked onto the switch of a desk fan. The fan activates and blows most of the documents on the desk. The man panics and tries to frantically catch the papers.] [One paper sheet flies through the air towards two female personnel conversing with each other in the middle of the room. The sheet of paper flies by and gives one of the personnel a paper cut on her cheek. The injured personnel staggers back and bumps into the janitor. The janitor trips and inadvertently pushes his cart forward.] [The cart gains speed as it rams into a large fish tank, causing the glass to shatter; the water and fish fall to the floor. Nearby personnel rush to the fish tank and attempts to save the fish. One of them moves the cart out of the way but didn't lock the wheels. The cart slowly begins to move to the end of the hallway, to an open stairwell. An emergency announcement is made.] Announcement: Attention! Attention! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill! A level three containment breach is now occurring! Head to the nearest safe zone and listen to further inst— [The announcement is cut off, followed by another explosion. The sounds of screaming and stomping are heard. The cart comes slams into the stairway railing and stops. A mop bucket falls from the cart and bounces down the stairs from the fifth floor.] [The bucket stops at the fourth floor. Two members of D-Class burst through the door as they are being chased a Foundation guard. The guard shoots one of the D-Class in the head, killing her. The guard attempts to shoot at the other D-Class but stumbles because of the bucket. His helmet falls off and he staggers forward.] [The D-Class tries to pull the firearm away from the guard but the latter maintains their grip. The two of them struggle until both of them slam into the railing. The section of railing breaks and they both fall down the stairwell. The bucket rolls on the floor and knocks the helmet down the stairs.] [The helmet bounces down the steps and takes a stop on the third floor. A mechanic flings the door open, and the right side of his shirt is on fire. He stubs his toe on the helmet and falls to the floor in pain. The machine falls into a puddle, which snuffs out the fire.] [The mechanic stands up in surprise and hysterically laughs, extending his arms outward in celebration. The wrench in his hand slips. The mechanic curses as the wrench tumbles down the stairs before sprinting to the fourth floor.] [The wrench tumbles down and rests on the second floor. The door is opened as a researcher backs away slowly from a humanoid entity constructed from glass. The entity pushes the researcher to the ground and attempts to strangle him. The researcher panics and spots the wrench. He painfully extends his hand to the object, grabs it, and hits the entity in the side of the head with it.] [The entity's grip loosens, the researcher throws the entity off and repeatedly bashes the entity's head in with the wrench until it stops moving. The researcher takes a deep breath, does a small fist bump, and sprints down the stairs to the first floor, taking several turns in the corridors.] [The researcher makes it to the main hallway, and appears out of the breath. The researcher relaxes and unlocks the door at the end of the hallway. Just as he does so, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk run past the doorway to the confusion of the researcher. The researcher turns around to see a large copper sculpture of a bull slamming its head into him. The researcher screams as he is thrown out of a window.] Agent Rodney: I told you not to mess with it! Agent Polk: It was staring at me and blowing smoke! What was I supposed to do?! Agent Rodney: It's gaining on us! [The bull continues to chase the two agents outside the building. The entity catches up to Agent Polk, latches its horns under his pelvis, and tosses him high into the air. Agent Polk screams until he falls on the grass. He appears to be in pain.] Agent Rodney: Polk!… Ah— Dammit! [Agent Rodney gains more distance from the bull and reloads the battery into a taser gun. Agent Rodney turns around and shoots the bull; the bull slows down from the electric shock before becoming inanimate. Agent Rodney pants and drops the taser to the ground before collapsing from exhaustion.] Agent Rodney: Good thing I read about your allergy to zapping, huh, Mr. Bull Market? Hehe, not this time… Mr. R gets to live another day… ow. [Agent Rodney looks towards the building, a section of it is on fire.] Agent Rodney: Sometimes I hate being right. [Agent Polk stands up and stumbles towards Agent Rodney. His nose is bleeding. He stares at the bull, then the building. Agent Polk is still holding his gun and massages the bridge of his nose.] Agent Polk: Should've… gone… home. Agent Rodney: I heard you the first time. We're gonna… [Pant] have to pull at the stops for this one… a bunch of calls. Agent Polk: Taken care of— [Agent Polk reaches for his pocket then stops.] What? Oh, that's right. I'm gonna have to pay for a new one now. Fuck… okay… you know what we're gonna do now? We're going to borrow someone else's phone, go to the infirmary, and check the hell out of Sacramento? Crystal? Agent Rodney: Clear. Agent Polk: Good… that's real good— [Agent Polk trips. His handgun falls from his grip and fires into the air. Agent Polk staggers back up.] Agent Polk: Stupid… damn bull made me trip. Agent Rodney: …I don't think that was the bull. [Agent Rodney stares at the spot where Agent Polk tripped and inspects it. After a moment, he pulls out an SCP-7047 tile.] [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk remain silent.] [The perspective is taken from a handheld camera, filming against a white wall. A morbidly obese Caucasian male is wearing an extra-large blue shirt. A variety of fast food items are placed haphazardly on the table in front of him. The man is smiling.] Mango Margallo: Here we go-go guys! Mango Margallo here with a Chick-fil-A mukbang! We have chicken sandwiches! Mm-hmm! Crisscross fries! Mm-hmm-mm! And… [Gasp] Salad?! Get that out of here! I don't need— [A sandwich tips over from the pile and falls to the floor. Mango Margallo looks at the fallen sandwich, and cries in an exaggerated manner.] [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] [Mango Margallo eats with his mouth open while making loud sucking noises. He struggles to shove an entire sandwich in his mouth when loud flatulence is heard. He cries again.] [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] [After hitting the table with a broom; a large amount of food remains on the table. Mango Margallo exaggerates an angry expression whiles taking a bite out of a whole onion.] Mango Margallo: Oh my god, guys! I've run out of food! [Fake Crying] I need more food, guys or I'm gonna starve! I'm hungry! I need food! I need food right now— [A bullet is propelled through the window at high speeds and penetrates through Mango Margallo's mouth, shattering a significant portion of his teeth and destroying his brain stem. Mango Margallo remains silent as his body falls face first into a bowl of mac and cheese; an SCP-7047 tile can be seen in the bowl.] [The onion falls on the ground and rolls out of frame, presumably down the stairs.] [The room becomes silent as blood begins to seep into the mac and cheese. Loud flatulence can be heard.] [END LOG] Addendum-02: The aftermath of SCP-7047's activation led to multiple casualties, the loss of several anomalies, and Site-14 sustaining significant damage. It was believed that this was the end of the event. However, it was later discovered that most of SCP-7047 had vanished without apparent cause. This coincided with a series of highly improbable events occurring across various areas of the globe. Below is a partial list of known recorded events. Location Event El Paso, United States Following the announcement of Mango Margallo's death, many of his fans set up makeshift memorials within the city limits of El Paso, Texas. Several patrons had gotten heavily inebriated and started a brawl, which escalated when the nearest bar close to the memorial got involved in the fight. One of the patrons decided to drive away from the scene in a panic and inadvertently crashed into another car smuggling illegal fireworks. A Canadian tourist happened to witness the crash and managed to steal some of the fireworks before police arrived. An SCP-7047 tile was found near the bottles of beer the patrons were drinking. British Columbia A Canadian couple had set up a baby shower in the countryside. Witnesses reported that the father had launched several fireworks as a means of revealing the gender of the baby. Instead, one of the fireworks collided with a hill, starting a massive wildfire and putting the nearby Native American settlement in danger. The couple was arrested and charged with reckless endangerment. The baby was revealed to be a girl. An SCP-7047 tile was found near where the fireworks were being stored. Bern, Switzerland Tommy Baso, a member of a local doomsday cult, witnessed a rampant wildfire occurring in Canada on the news. Believing it to be a sign of the end times, Baso decided to rob a jewelry store before fleeing the country. However, Baso attempted to rob a gun store by complete accident instead. Federal investigators had to identify Baso by his driver's license due to his facial features being completely unrecognizable. An SCP-7047 tile was found in his pockets. Johannesburg, South Africa. In the aftermath of Baso's death, the Global Occult Coalition found evidence that he had major ties to a fast-growing Sarkic cult in South Africa. Coalition forces were deployed and encountered the cult, engaging in a large-scale human sacrifice operation in an attempt to revive an unknown deceased entity. The conflict resulted in high causalities and the near nuclear destruction of Johannesburg. Fortunately, the crisis was narrowly resolved in favor of the Coalition; the remaining cult members transformed into birds and fled the country. An SCP-7047 tile was found at the scene. Firestone, Colorado A geriatric man was mowing his lawn when he saw a flock of birds flying in the sky when he suffered severe stomach pains. The man panicked and ran back into his residence. The lawnmower continued to operate and eventually left the premises. An SCP-7047 tile was found in the toilet bowl. These events were connected to each other in some fashion, and an SCP-7047 tile is always found at the scene. The most widely-accepted theory for this is due to SCP-7047's kinetic-absorption properties; the anomaly had absorbed high amounts of kinetic energy outside its containment unit in a long time frame, leading to the augmentation of its preexisting capabilities. Foundation assets were deployed to require missing SCP-7047 tiles, and mitigating disruptions caused by the anomaly. New intel suggested that SCP-7047 next activation would occur within or near El Paso County, Colorado, United States. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") and multiple agents were deployed into the area in response, in the hope of stopping SCP-7047's influence. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7047/RODNEY/POLK2 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Town Square. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Polk: What are you doing? [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are sitting on a park bench. Agent Rodney attempts to watch the live feed from Epsilon-6's and traffic cameras in the area by hiding the phone behind a newspaper.] Agent Rodney: You said we got to blend in. Agent Polk: Rod, that trick literally only works in the movies or the stupid. Like… why bother at all? Everyone else doesn't seem to mind. [Agent Polk jabs a finger at multiple passersbys on the street, all of whom are on their phones. Agent Rodney sighs and crumbles the newspaper.] Agent Rodney: What a waste of two bucks. Did you see anything on your end? Agent Polk: Nah, it's all good… for now. I really don't get it. Agent Rodney: Get what? Agent Polk: The anomalies, especially the newer ones. They don't make sense. [Epsilon-6 spots a lawnmower moving autonomously across the town square; a pair of human hands of varying ethnicities are attached to the handle in order of skin gradient. The lawnmower enters LUCKY MIKE'S, a family-owned liquor store. Epsilon-6 raid the store.] Agent Rodney: Isn't that the point? Agent Polk: No, I mean— you remember when we first joined? The stuff we got after was still weird and dangerous, but it was at least somewhat consistent. Agent Rodney: Yeah? [Epsilon-6 attempts to secure the store and turn off the lawnmower when the owner of the store, an elderly woman, curses, and fires a shotgun at the operatives. Epsilon-6 fire back at the owner, causing her to fall to the ground. The walls of the store block the sound from alerting nearby civilians.] Agent Polk: These days it feels like it's been cranked up to eleven! Too many big bads here and there are crawling out of the woodwork and trying to compete with each other to see who's the biggest dick— Agent Rodney: It's been a real problem, yeah. [Before the owner succumbs to their injuries, eyes glowing purple, her body morphs into several hostile entities that appear to have a detrimental effect on local reality. Epsilon-6 panics and fires their firearms. Nearby civilians are still unable to hear the commotion.] Agent Polk: And there's these groups running around by the hundreds, making our job that much harder. And most of them are dumbass, jackasses, or just plain assholes. I used to count all of them on my hands. Now it's by the dozens, and then some. Is it really that easy to become a terrorist? Agent Rodney: You don't need magic or superpowers for that. Though, I don't think most of them would really count as terrorists— [Epsilon-6 rush out of the building before it violently shatters into multiple pieces. The entities, a worm-like creature with a canine and feline head at both ends, a humanoid individual with no eyes and a large grin wearing farmer's clothes, and a large mosquito expelling excessive amounts of an acidic-based compound engage in combat with Epsilon-6. Due to all the entities possessing an antimemetic field around themselves, everyone besides Epsilon-6 ignores the firefight.] Agent Polk: —And the worst part. The very worst part is that new skips are just… stupidly overpowered, it's ridiculous! It's one thing if they were an eldritch freak of nature, a piece of technology from the far future or hell, a well-trained reality bender. But this… I have no words. No words at all. [Agent Polk scrolls down his phone and shows Agent Rodney a picture of SCP-7047.] [The worm is constricting the heads of multiple operatives, causing their craniums to explode; the mosquito sprays acid at a lone operative but misses. The operative responds by firing his assaults rife at its eyes at point-blank range. The humanoid entity rips a stop sign from a nearby street corner and beats the commander to death with it.] Agent Polk: The procedures were just dandy, this anomaly, this… toy, was under control, until it was not… for some reason. Agent Rodney: Well, it did absorb a lot of energy. Agent Polk: So that justifies all of this? [Agent Polk gestures and waves their hand in front of them in an exaggerated motion. Behind them in the distance, the humanoid entity laughs and stomps through the commander's pelvis. He blocks most of the bullets from Esplion-6 with his stop sign and collects the commander's grenades.] Agent Polk: This ain't even the worst one. Cakes that can literally smother the world, A horse that wants to ram into the world, A globe of the world that can affect... the world? And these are random stuff, right off the street. So much power… for no reason. You see this? [Agent Polk holds up and taps against the newspaper. The worm-like entity's feline head pushes itself through the mouth of a nearby operative. The operative panics as their jaw breaks, and is bitten on the cheek by the dog head.] Agent Polk: This thing, this flimsy, wood… byproduct thing, could… become a black hole or… cause everyone to become psycho or… maybe… suck us into the pages and eat us? How would you deal with that? [The feline head emerges and ruptures through the operative's loins. The operative dies. Although the entities remain standing, they appear visibly weakened from Epsilon-6's continued fire.] Agent Rodney: Just deal with it? Agent Polk: [Sigh] Look, if you're not gonna take this seriously— Agent Rodney: No, Polk. I-I'm serious. I just think we should just simply deal with it the best we can. Agent Polk: Really? Even with that prospect… you're okay with it? [One operative fires a shotgun at the humanoid entity's stomach, causing it to bleed heavily. The humanoid screeches in pain. The humanoid punches a hole through the operative's face and throws the body at the remainder of Epsilon-6. The worm approaches the humanoid; the feline head licks the blood off of the humanoid.] Agent Rodney: Not really. I've been through the wringer and on death's door so many times I guess it doesn't really phase me anymore. The best we can do is go with the flow and steer things in the right direction. The Foundation's no pushover, Polk. Agent Polk: Even so, we're not going against a fair playing field here. Agent Rodney: Has it ever been fair? [Agent Polk massages the bridge of his nose. The humanoid brushes the feline head away; the head hisses in response. The humanoid scowls and tightens its grip on the stop sign.] Agent Polk: No… How's Epsilon doing? Agent Rodney: Give me a sec. Hm? The feed's been cut—? [The decapitated head of a feline bounces off the bench and rolls on the grass. Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are alarmed.] Agent Rodney: Oh. Agent Polk: What? [The resulting death and severe maiming of the entities results in the antimemetic field waning to the point the carnage becomes visible. Civilians witnessing the carnage flee in terror while both agents unholster their firearms.] Agent Polk: That's our cue! C'mon, c'mon! [Both agents, as well as nearby Foundation personnel, rush to assist Epsilon-6. The reinforcements fire at the entity; the worm entity is terminated. The humanoid entity sprints away from the town and retreats into a cornfield. Foundation personnel, including Agent Rodney and Agent Polk, follow it.] Construction Site. [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk emerge from an open section in the corn field; various construction equipment and a bulldozer are in the vicinity.] Agent Polk: Damn it… did we lose it? Agent Rodney: Too early to say. I can't… wow, that escalated quickly. You think that's due to the whole… effect of SCP-7047? Agent Polk: No doubt. It came here for a reason. Agent Rodney: I'd say. We should get back with the group and wait for the helicopter. They're going to need help with the clean-up. Agent Polk: No way, that freak is part of this. We can't just let it go— [The humanoid entity appears from an outhouse and slams Agent Polk into a large ditch with its stop sign. Agent Rodney raises his firearm but is kicked into the ditch by the entity. Agent Polk pulls Agent Rodney to his feet; the firearm falls and sinks into the mud.] Agent Polk: Rod! Agent Rodney: I'm fine! Where's the thing now?! [The start-up of an engine is heard. Agent Polk and Agent Rodney freeze then look upward. A bulldozer approaches the ditch; the humanoid entity is driving the vehicle. Agent Rodney attempts to retrieve his firearm but is pulled out of the way by Agent Polk before the bulldozer falls into the ditch.] Agent Rodney: Shoot it! Shoot it— [Agent Polk turns around and fires at the entity. The entity responds by lifting the bucket upward to block the shots. After multiple shots, Agent Polk relents and follows Agent Rodney to the end of the ditch. Agent Rodney faces his back to the wall and crouches.] Agent Rodney: You first, hurry! [Agent Polk stands on Agent Rodney's shoulders and climbs out of the ditch. The former then grabs the latter's arms and pulls him out of the ditch as well. The entity becomes enraged and leaps from the bulldozer toward the agents.] Agent Polk: Holy— [Agent Polk shoots, managing to fire a bullet into the entity's mouth in midair. The entity's corpse falls on top of him, forcing Agent Polk into a puddle of mud. A nearby crow is freighted and flies into the air.] Agent Polk: Get it off! Get it off! [Agent Rodney quickly pushes the entity off. Agent Polk gets up to his feet and stares at the entity, who is bleeding profusely from his mouth.] Agent Rodney: Is it dead? Agent Polk: I… I think so. It's not breathing… and bleeding. Agent Rodney: Damn Polk, quite the crack shot aren't you? Agent Polk: Heh, I just think I got lucky. Agent Rodney: Very lucky. Agent Polk: Yep, that could've gone south quick… unless… [Agent Polk looks behind him. In the spot where the crow once stood, an SCP-7047 tile is half-buried in the ground. The crow is flying away.] Agent Polk: Oh no, no, no, no, no— [Agent Polk aims at the crow; a loud click is heard. Agent Polk searches his pockets and curses.] Agent Polk: Ammo clip, now! [Agent Rodney hands him a spare pistol magazine. Agent Polk reloads his firearm and pulls the trigger again; the firearm becomes jammed. The crow flies out of view over a hill.] Agent Polk: No! Goddammit! [Agent Polk throws the firearm away and sits on the ground. Agent Polk suffers a headache as he wipes the mud away from his head. Agent Rodney bites his lip as he stares at the tile.] Agent Rodney: Well… we certainly failed but… at least didn't get any worse than it could've. Agent Polk: Yeah… for now. [END LOG] Addendum-03: Complication arose during the operation; Epsilon-6 encountered and got into a violent confrontation with a highly trained reality-bender, resulting in several causalities and the loss of private property. The SCP-7047 tile was recovered and the entire town was amnestized in the aftermath. Shortly after, additional SCP-7047 tiles remerged in events corresponding to the anomaly's modus operandi. Among these included: A bank teller slipped on the floor caused by a leaky water cooler. The teller suffocated due to a large number of banknotes stuffed into his trachea. A Ferris wheel detaching from its support and rolling away from a traveling carnival. Despite it theoretically being too heavy to support its own weight, the wheel managed to spin twenty miles before tipping over. There were no casualties reported, and the riders commented that it was 'frightening, but got fun soon after, then boring.' A group of local kids were playing a game of jacks when a bucket of black paint spilled on them from above. The kids cried. The UIU were conducting a raid on an individual suspected of selling illegal paratechnology. Their intel was wrong, however, and they instead raided a marijuana farm. An outlet fire occurred and burned the farm. The UIU agents ended up being put on temporary paid leave for 'accidental doping.' Agent Polk and Agent Rodney were leaving a convenience store when the former tripped and dropped his bottle of liquor on the sidewalk. They inspect the area and find an SCP-7047 tile under Agent Polk's shoe. Agent Polk flies into a rage until being calmed down by Agent Rodney. Unlike earlier observations, subsequent SCP-7047 events appear to occur rapidly and more than half of them do not appear to connect with each other. The Foundation tracked a major SCP-7047 event that was inbound towards Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. In preparation, Foundation brought in several SRA's, experimental technologies, and Foundation plants in the area to contain the anomalous phenomena. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7047/RODNEY/POLK3 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ █████ ████████'s game floor Foreword: This footage was taken from the █████ ████████ Casino & Resort. [BEGIN LOG] [The gaming floor is filled to the brim with patrons, either playing the games or eating at the food court. Multiple Foundation agents are disguised as casino staff. Agent Polk is at the blackjack table, pushing chips around.] Agent Polk: Here you go, Ma'am! Fifty chips. Would you like to play another game— [The players laugh as they leave, paying no attention to Agent Polk. Agent Polk groans; he removes his bowtie and pulls on his collar.] Agent Polk: 'Thank you mister, but we had our fill.' 'Okay, have a good night guys.' 'Thank you, bye!' [Sigh] This vest is so hot— Agent Rodney: I told you should've taken security man. Customer service sucks. [Agent Polk turns around to see Agent Rodney in a security guard outfit. Agent Polk shakes his head and drinks from a water bottle.] Agent Polk: Didn't get a choice in the matter. One of our guys got pulled out last minute. Did we get those devices set up yet? Agent Rodney: Just about. They hid them all over the place. I think some other guy has the remote though. Agent Polk: I still think we should've closed off the area. Isn't it our job to make sure that the public does not get involved? Agent Rodney: Things are heating up, Polk. You know how much they want to nail this down. Besides, it's not like we can lure the anomaly where we want it to be anyways. The most we can do right now is to trick it. Agent Polk: Trick it? You're saying it can think now? Agent Rodney: I mean… it's nothing official, but that's what I heard. Would explain a lot actually. Agent Polk: No… no, that makes this plan even more shitty. There's too many variables… so many factors. Agent Rodney: Because of the people and the games? Agent Polk: Not just that! See that up there? [Agent Polk points to a series of star-shaped ornaments hanging from the ceiling.] Agent Polk: That can easily hurt someone or get in the way. It's a trap. In fact, this entire place is a trap waiting to happen. Don't tell me you forgot what happened at the site or what that damn eyeless hick was gonna do to us. Agent Rodney: Look, it may not come to this place, tonight. Hell! It may not come to Vegas at all— [Agent Rodney's pager rings. Both agents stare at the device, with Agent Polk holding his breath when Agent Rodney answers it.] Agent Rodney: Yes, this Rodney. Um… I'm by the gaming tables with Polk. Why… Oh! Okay, I'll be right there. [To Agent Polk] Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Agent Polk: It's here? Now?! Agent Rodney: Don't know. All I know is that some people upstairs are in a brawl. We're not taking chances. Stay here and watch, I'm gonna check this out. Agent Polk: Then go. Go! Agent Rodney: I'm going, I'm going! [Agent Rodney rushes out of frame. Agent Polk stares at Rodney and then presses his hands against his face. He looks up, more patrons are standing expectantly by his table. Agent Polk immediately fakes a smile, clenching his teeth in the process.] [Agent Rodney steps out of the elevator and into the hallway. Several patrons rush by him. Agent Rodney hears screaming, runs further down the hallway, takes a right turn, and freezes in place.] [Two men in suits, severely intoxicated engage in a physical fight with steak knives on the dancefloor. A large fire is emerging from the kitchen and appears to be slowly spreading. The smoke machines on stage are malfunctioning and are covering much of the room in fog. Patrons are rushing towards the exit, inadvertently knocking over other patrons and other objects to the floor] [Agent Collins is shaking a fire extinguisher, squeezing the handle tightly. After nothing happens, He curses, tosses the extinguisher away, and aims his firearm toward the two men. They cease fighting and kneel to the floor.] Agent Collins: Down! Down to the floor you son of bitch! You're crazy— Agent Rodney: Collins?! Agent Collins: Rodney! Thank god! [Agent Collins handcuffs one of the men while aiming his gun at the other man. Agent Collins is sweating.] Agent Collins: I don't know what happened! It just came out of nowhere. Agent Rodney: You mean the fire? Agent Collins: Everything! I looked away and suddenly, boom! Chaos! Why aren't the fire alarms working—?! Agent Rodney: Broken probably? What can I do? Agent Collins: Put that inferno out before it consumes us goddammit. Hey, hey! [One of the men reaches for the knife but freezes.] Agent Collins: Don't you dare, I swear— [To Agent Rodney] Do it, don't wait for me! Now. Now! [The fire is beginning to slowly emerge from the kitchen; smoke is coming out from the kitchen on mass. Agent Rodney spots another fire extinguisher on the far end of the room. Agent Rodney rushes to it but is pushed to the ground by multiple fleeing patrons, getting stepped on in the process.] [Agent Rodney continues getting trampled until he rolls to the left and ducks under a table. Despite being in severe pain, he scrambles out from the table and limps toward the fire extinguisher. More agents enter the room and become shocked upon seeing the fire spreading from the kitchen onto the curtains hanging on the walls.] [Smoke and fog obscure the room to the point where visibility is nearly impossible. Agent Rodney sees one of the men on top of Agent Collins, the latter of whom is attempting to stop the attacker from biting his face off] Agent Collins: No! No! Get off, you— ah! [The man bites Agent Collins' wrist, drawing blood. Agent Rodney rushes towards the two of them, dropping the fire extinguisher and pulling out his gun. The man saw Agent Rodney and reaches for the firearm resting next to him. He grabs it and aims at Agent Rodney; Agent Rodney fires first, the man exclaims in pain as he fires upward and collapses to the ground. Other agents come and restrain the man.] Agent Rodney: You alright? Collins? Agent Collins: I'm fine! Thanks… [Agent Collins and Agent Rodney stare at the fire. It has reached the ceiling now.] Agent Rodney: Evac and 911 calls? Agent Collins: Probably the best course of action. Agent Rodney: I'm going to call, Polk. Someone pull the fire alarms downstairs and shuffle everyone— [A loud creaking sound is heard. Agent Rodney looks up. A massive chandler suddenly falls from the cloud of smoke and is heading towards his position. Agent Rodney gasps and runs before it crashes into the dance floor.] Agent Polk: Okay, ma'am. Like I said before: this is Blackjack, not Poker. You want to play Poker, you can go to those tables over there. Woman: But it's busy and I need to go soon! Can't you make an— Agent Polk: [Sigh] No, I can't ma'am. I'll get fired if I do that, Ma'am. Can I interest you in a game of Blackjack instead, ma'am? Woman: I don't think I like your attitude. Agent Polk: Attitude? ma'am, I'm literally telling you how it is, I can't do anything else about it. Woman: Well that's what happened last time! Where is your manager? Agent Polk: …Sure thing, ma'am. You want me to go him real quick. Woman: What do you think? Agent Polk: Alright, sure thing, ma'am. Be right back, ma'am. [Agent Polk nods and leaves. Once he is out of hearing range, he stops smiling and answers his radio.] Agent Polk: What a tool. [To Radio] Marcos can I switch into the guard uniform now? My area is pretty much dead… Marcos? Marcos! Calm down, I can't hear you… what? Wha— When did it start? How bad is it— [The fire alarm activates in the distance. Guests in the area begin shuffling out of the game room.] Agent Polk: Alright, fine. Mission abort? I can roll with that. Let me get up there… no?! Why not— [The ceiling above Agent Polk collapses, making way for a massive chandler. Agent Polk shouts and, trips, nearly avoiding getting crushed by the metal frame. Agent Polk crawls out from the wreckage and looks up. He chokes and steps back.] Agent Rodney: Help me! Help— Guys?! Crap! Oh!… no. No….ow. [The chain connected to the chandler is wrapped around Agent Rodney's leg; he is hanging upside down in the air. Agent Polk freezes while the patrons are panicking. The SRA's activate, but the carnage is still occurring.] Agent Polk: Rodney?! Agent Rodney: Yeah?! Agent Polk: What happened?! Agent Rodney: The anomaly, what do you think?! Agent Polk: Relax man! We're gonna get through this, okay? J-Just hold on for a minute! Agent Rodney: I can't reach the chain!… Polk! Agent Polk: Yeah?! Agent Rodney: Slot machines! [Agent Rodney points his finger. Agent Polk turns around and curses. Large chunks of debris is falling on the slot machines and arcade game. Not only do they obstruct the area, wiring and all electronics become sprawled out on the floor.] Agent Rodney: Up! Up! Watch out! [Agent Polk immediately hides under the Blackjack table, and multiple ornaments fall on his location. Agent Polk looks at the ornaments in disapproval.] Agent Polk: Of course. [To Radio] Attention! We got a code red, in here. My partner's in danger and the damage's getting worse, how should we proceed? [Agent Collins peers through the hole from above, pulling on the chain. He is straining heavily until he lets go and talks into the radio.] Agent Collins: I can't pull him out, the chain's stuck on something! Start the evac and keep an eye on him. We're coming down now! [Agent Collins leaves. Agent Rodney tries again to reach his legs to no success. Agent Polk keeps an eye on the ceiling while avoiding the fleeing patrons. The rate of objects falling from above decrease dramatically.] Agent Polk: What now? C'mon, skip… what's your endgame now? [Agent Polk spots a lit cigarette next to a section of the rug; the rug is on fire and producing a significant amount of smoke. Agent Polk then looks to the fire sprinklers, then to the exposed wiring on the floor. Patrons are still passing through the area. Agent Polk holds their breath for a moment, then sprints forward.] Agent Rodney: Polk? Where you going, evac's that way— Agent Polk: Rod! Where's the circuit breaker?! Agent Rodney: I… by the Poker tables? Why— Agent Polk: Thanks! Agent Rodney: Huh?! [Agent Polk rushes across the game room, jumping over the wiring and rubble on the ground. Multiple patrons brush and knock into Agent Polk. Agent Polk eventually lost his footing and trips on the floor.] Agent Rodney: Roll over! Roll ov— [Agent Polk looks up and rolls to his left as a large ornament falls and shatters on his previous location. Several shards scrape and draw blood on Agent Polk's side. Agent Polk takes a sharp intake of breath and makes their way to the circuit breaker on the wall.] [Before Agent Polk can open the box, one member of staff accidentally tips over a mop bucket as they flee. Water is spilled on the floor, causing Agent Polk to slip onto his back. Agent Polk snaps his head back and sees the smoke reaching the fire sprinklers.] Agent Polk: Nope! [Agent Polk unholsters his firearm and fires at the circuit breaker. The power is cut to the game room, putting the area briefly in darkness. The emergency lights then turn on, and although the sprinklers are activated, no electrocution occurs on the game room floor due to a lack of power. Agent Polk pants then chuckles.] Agent Polk: Gotcha. Agent Rodney: Polk! Did we… did we just win? [Agent Polk stares at Agent Rodney, still hanging from the chain. Agent Polk makes a thumb's up gesture, then rests in the puddle of dirty water in exhaustion.] [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are in the casino parking lot. Cop cars and firefighters are visible in the background. Smoke is still rising from the building. Both agents have blankets draped over their shoulders. They enter their car and drive away. Agent Rodney stares at the building from the passenger seat.] Agent Rodney: Some night, huh? Agent Polk: Please. It was the night. I didn't think we'd get out of there for a moment. [Their car exits the parking lot.] Agent Rodney: Yep. Being a skipper tends to take years off your life, huh? Agent Polk: Some sooner than others. Agent Rodney: …Yep… how did you know that SCP-7047 was focusing on the sprinklers? Agent Polk: I tried to think of the worst possible situation that could occur there, then I stopped it. A lucky guess… how's your leg? Are you sure you don't need a hospital? Agent Rodney: Nah, I think I just sprained it. Let's head back to the motel. I can't even right now. Agent Polk: You're speaking to the choir, friend… what are you doing? Agent Rodney: Checking my texts. I'm… making sure we have the anomaly secure this time. Agent Collins's giving me updates. Agent Polk: Oh, okay. Like…? Agent Rodney: For starters, they haven't found the tile yet. Agent Polk: Well that was a very large casino. Agent Rodney: The guys that started the fight were arrested and sent to jail. Agent Polk: How can two men go psycho like that? Agent Rodney: They were on meth Agent Polk: Oh, okay, never mind then. Agent Rodney: But… I'm just getting this now. It seems things have settled down back there. Agent Polk: Great. So… does that mean we're done? Rod? You seem kind of sad, is something up? Agent Rodney: No, it's just. I dunno, did that whole fiasco back there seem a bit rushed to you? The anomaly tends to be a bit more… articulate when it comes to the Rube Goldberg thing. Agent Polk: Rushed? Honestly, I didn't notice. Aren't they always rushed to some degree? Agent Rodney: I just can't shake the feeling that we're doing something wrong here. Agent Polk: That's for Command to decide, nothing much we can do now. Hey, by the way, do you mind if we pick up food on the way home? I missed lunch— [A loud bump is heard, followed by beeping on the dashboard. Agent Polk grits his teeth in visible frustration and parks the car by the sidewalk.] Agent Rodney: What happened? Agent Polk: A tire popped. Hold on, let me see how bad it— [Agent Polk and Agent Rodney exit the car. On the front right tire, an SCP-7047 tile protrudes from the rubber.] Agent Rodney: How? It wasn't even near the casino! Agent Polk: I don't… just report it we need— [A large bird dropping falls on Agent Polk's shoulder. He looks up to see a crow flying overhead. Both agents look to Agent Polk's shoulder; another tile rests on Agent Polk's shoulder. Agent Rodney quickly communicates with Agent Collins on his phone.] [Agent Polk looks at both SCP-7047 tiles, walks to a bench in a stiff manner, and takes a seat. The bird droppings and tile slides down his back as he stares off into space.] [END LOG] Addendum-04: In the aftermath, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk reported two tiles in their possession; no were found at the scene of the anomaly. Due to deviation from the typical behavior of SCP-7047 further investigation was authorized. While the anomalous phenomena that have taken place within █████ ████████ have sufficiently ceased, it was found that, during containment efforts, multiple co-independent SCP-7047 events have split off from the main anomaly. While the exact number of coinciding SCP-7047 events have varied, it is theorized that ten to twenty are existing at once at any given time. Furthermore, it appears that SRA's have no effect on SCP-7047. Weeks later following the event of Addendum-04, SCP-7047 had been exclusively targeting other groups and locations associated with other GoI's: Location Event Munich, Germany A bio-mechanic jellyfish-like creature was captured by the GOC. Before the creature could be slated for termination, a lightning bolt had struck its body, augmenting its psychic abilities and teleporting elsewhere. Current tracking reports suggest it is heading towards the Eastern Coast of the United States. An SCP-7047 tile was recovered in the area where the lightning struck. Florida, United States The Sarkic cult that had fled Johannesburg attempted to resume its previous activities until being stopped by the UIU and GOC. Only several members survived due to heavy car traffic caused by a fallen tree; the group has been rumored to be settled in the Northeastern portion of the United States. An SCP-7047 tile was recovered by the tree. Yokohama, Japan The Church of the Broken God were attempting to introduce multiple thaumaturgic spells into the internet when a power outage occurred. Although the spell failed, massive surges of thaumaturgic energy traveled through data networks and servers across the world. The energy has been traced somewhere in the state of New York, United States. An SCP-7047 tile was found at the group's base of operations. Toronto, Canada A MLF-based operation team was stationed in New York City. They had become alerted to the situation and diverted significant resources to confronting SCP-7047. The team fled when Foundation forces attempted to intercept them but did recover their notes in the process. Instead of the MLF doing their best to capture and weaponize the anomaly as previously thought, it is now known they were tasked with destroying the anomaly in its entirety, basing their previous experiences with it, and information gleaned from their precognitive members claiming catastrophic results if SCP-7047 is not stopped soon. Addendum-05: As of 07/03/2014, a new development concerning SCP-7047 occurred. All events were making their way to New York City. The Foundation decided to work alongside the GOC and the UIU, citing the threat of an SK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario all available Foundation resources and assets were on scene, and the city was put on lockdown. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7047/RODNEY/POLK4 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Location of where Agent Polk and Agent Rodney were stationed. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are sitting on a bench. Both of them appear visibly exhausted. Civilians are proceeding through their activities, occasionally noticing the Foundation and UIU agents in police uniforms.] Agent Polk: So what's the excuse this time? Agent Rodney: The cover story? Agent Polk: Mm-hmm. Agent Rodney: Terrorists on the run… I think. Agent Polk: They sure love using that one, huh? Agent Rodney: It gets things done. Agent Polk: Sure does. [A woman walking their dog moves in front of them. The dog licks Agent Rodney's hand; Agent Rodney pets the dog's head in return. Agent Polk tries to pet it as well but the dog moves out of frame. Agent Polk lowers their hand and slouches onto the bench.] Agent Polk: The end of everything is right over the horizon and here we pissing about— Agent Rodney: It may not be that apocalyptic, Polk. The city could just end up getting nuked— Agent Polk: You consider that a good thing? Agent Rodney: Well… it's certainly not the worst-case scenario. Agent Polk: … Agent Rodney: Walk to calm your nerves? [Agent Polk nods, both agents rise up and walk down the sidewalk.] Agent Polk: I don't get why they thought the extra help is going to be our magic bullet. It chose a city, anything can happen in a city… too many variables. They didn't report anything, right? Agent Rodney: Not at the moment. The anomaly probably hasn't arrived yet. Agent Polk: Or it already started and we are none the wiser. Agent Rodney: That's… a possibility. Agent Polk: Do you really think we can stop it? Agent Rodney: Honestly? I think this might be the one that has us by the balls so to speak. Because… things always seem to go their way? Agent Polk: Every. Single. Time. It's just… Agent Rodney: Stupid? Terrifying? Terrifyingly stupid? Agent Polk: I was going to say sad. [Agent Rodney slows his pace. Agent Polk lights a cigarette and smokes it.] Agent Rodney: Sad? Agent Polk: This situation. No. This… this world we live in… so inconsistent. Unpredictable. Exhausting. Every shitshow we end, another one pops up, and then some. Are we really doing anything at all here? It seems like we're playing cat and mouse. Agent Rodney: What are you talking about? Of course we have! I mean… we stopped situations from getting worse, and so did the Foundation countless times! Agent Polk: True, but with every win we get, it gets taken away by some other thing. Be an anomaly, some para-group, or even ourselves. I can't shake the feeling we're… 'stuck', you know what I mean? Agent Rodney: I do. Maybe so… but we came a long way. Did a lot of good too. It could be that… things are just not in place yet? That… there are bigger things ahead and we need to be ready to take that situation head on? Agent Polk: You really believe that? Agent Rodney: There's no reason not to. Agent Polk: Hm… can we go get some grub? I want Italian. Agent Rodney: Okay. [Agent Polk looks at his phone while they enter a nearby restaurant. Agent Polk sits down and reads his emails; Agent Rodney places his order and reconvenes back with Agent Polk.] Agent Polk: Back to the issue at hand here. What would happen if this was it? This was finally the one anomaly that does us in, XK Scenario style. What then? Agent Rodney: Well… if this was really going to be 'the one,' and there's nothing we can do about it… I'll take it in stride I guess. Agent Polk: What? You're fine with what's going on?! Agent Rodney: Of course not! But what else could we possibly help the situation? You said it yourself that we're at our rope's end here. If our trump card didn't work, and this was inevitable… then… I'll accept it. I won't like it one bit… but I'll accept it. Agent Polk: How could possibly accept something like that? Agent Rodney: What's the point of fretting over a fixed outcome? Sometimes the best thing you can do is to make the best of a bad situation. Agent Polk: Even if that situation potentially results in our deaths? Agent Rodney: We all have to die sometime, Polk. So let's take it all in. What do we have to lose? You know what I think? I think you're not seeing the upsides. Agent Polk: …Are you serious? Agent Rodney: Does this look serious to you? [Agent Rodney leans his face into his hand and gives a half smile.] Agent Polk: I don't know. Agent Rodney: Think of it like this. If the world ends, we don't have to pay taxes anymore. Agent Polk: Granted, but that's low-hanging fruit. Agent Rodney: This cat and mouse game would end, and you'd finally get to rest as much as you want. Agent Polk: True, if we're going down, at least we'll be taking some of the jerkass skips with us. Agent Rodney: And did you have any other future plans if the domino thing didn't happen? Agent Polk: No, not really. Just keep working until I retired. Ah, I think I see what you mean. Agent Rodney: That's what I'm saying, man. If this is it, then why not go all out? Besides, I still owe you lunch. [Agent Polk smiles.] Agent Polk: Like old times? Agent Rodney: Hey, it's the least I can do… hey, looks like it's ready. Now that's good service— [Agent Rodney walks away and returns with a large pizza box. Agent Polk nods in approval but stops when he sees the Domino's Pizza logo on top of it.] Agent Polk: Rod? Agent Rodney: Yeah? Agent Polk: Why are we eating at Domino's? Agent Rodney: It was the closest pizza place? You didn't notice? Agent Polk: I was on my… phone… [Agent Polk opens the pizza box's lid. A lone SCP-7047 tile is on top of the pizza. Both agents remain silent.] Agent Rodney: Uh… [A ceiling tile pops out of place above them. A large collection of SCP-7047 falls onto the pizza. Both men remain silent.] [Agent Polk chuckles to himself and bangs his fist on the table. Agent Rodney slowly begins to laugh as well, still visibly confused. Agent Polk suddenly swats his hand against the SCP-7047 pile, launching a substantial amount of them against the wall. Agent Polk clenches his fist and sighs.] Agent Polk: I-I'm sorry. I-I just… really had to— Agent Rodney: No, no it's fine. I understand. Agent Polk: Good… good. [After a moment has passed, Agent Rodney pulls out a slice and removes the tiles by hand. Agent Polk stares at Agent Rodney incredulous.] Agent Rodney: What? The pizza's still good, and I already paid for it. Didn't you say you were hungry? [Agent Rodney consumes his slice. After another moment, Agent Polk pulls out another slice and begins removing the SCP-7047 tiles from it.] [END LOG] Afterword: Shortly after Agent Rodney and Agent Polk reported their findings, all related events instigated by SCP-7047 had quickly de-escalated to the point where they were no longer a threat to human safety or to the Veil's integrity. Furthermore, it was realized that all SCP-7047 instances have been accounted for. Special Containment Procedures had been updated: It was found that physically separating individual tiles from the main body dampens its anomalous properties. As such, all SCP-7047 tiles were sent to various Foundation facilities, weakening the anomaly to the point where it could be safely unobserved with no consequence. Agent Polk and Agent Rodney were given short vacation leave for their service in containing SCP-7047. Agent Polk requests several more vacation days. Request granted. Footnotes 1. While the time for activation varies widely, the time median ranges from one to five minutes. 2. Only viewing SCP-7047 with the naked eye counts as observation, as attempting to observe the anomaly remotely through video surveillance will cause the equipment to inevitably malfunction. 3. The crack was located on top of the dislike button. 4. Later analysis revealed the substance to be the droppings of Columba livia (common pigeon) that were found missing from the roof above the testing chamber. 5. A para-terrorist organization staffed primarily by sapient anomalies seeking to establish an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7047" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7047. Licensed under CC-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-7048 | safe | Photo Of SCP-7048-2 Prior To It Being Played. Item #: SCP-7048 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7048-1 through SCP-7048-4 are to be kept in a standard containment locker within Storage Wing-48 in Site-484 and regularly checked for degradation and erosion in an environment measured at 40 degrees Fahrenheit and 40% humidity.1 Description: SCP-7048 is a series of 4 film reels, each designated SCP-7048-1 through SCP-7048-4. Each film reel is labeled 'Gilliam Gilcrest Film Productions.' GGFP is a potential group of interest under investigation following the Discovery of SCP-7048.2 When one of the instances of SCP-7048 is placed inside a projector, the individual viewing the film will be transported into the film and placed into the role of the main character, and will act through the entire movie before returning to the real world once the film ends. Recovery Log: SCP-7048 came to the Foundation's attention when one of its agents, Agent Dalton Lively, was cleaning out his father's attic, following his passing, before coming across the SCP in a cardboard box. Believing it to be a standard film reel, Agent Lively placed SCP-7048-2 in a projector also found in the attic before proceeding to be transported into the film. Once the film had concluded and Agent Lively was returned to the real world, he contacted the SCP Foundation to turn it in. Addendum-01: Following the discovery of SCP-7048, four tests were conducted to see the contents of each film reel. Test #1 + Test #1 - Reel #1 Subject D-4848 Protocol D-4848 was instructed to view a playing of SCP-7048-1. Results D-4848 was transported into a film called, 'The Beasts From Beyond The Veil.' A 1960's B-movie alien horror film where D-4848 took the role of a Hollywood socialite who had to fend off aliens that planned to infiltrate a social gathering. The film ended with D-4848 destroying a fleeing alien spaceship with a missile launcher. After returning to the real world, D-4848 reported that the entire experience was enjoyable and wished to go again. Test #2 + Test #2 - Reel #2 Subject D-8484 Protocol D-8484 was instructed to view a playing of SCP-7048-2. Results D-8484 was transported into a film called, 'Duels With The Dead.' Another 1960's B-movie horror film. However, D-8484 took the role of a small-town sheriff in the 1890s and had to defend her town from a group of zombie outlaws who planned on 'stealing the brains of the townsfolk.' The film culminated with D-8484 dueling the leader of the zombie outlaw gang. But rather than winning the duel, D-8484 was too slow to draw her weapon and was ultimately killed. The film then proceeded to end, with the camera staying on D-8484 until the film reel ran out. Afterward, when D-8484 was returned to the real world, she expressed frustration that she lost the duel. She also described the process of getting killed as painless and that after being shot, was when she was transported back to the real world. Test #3 + Test #3 - Reel #3 Subject D-8844 Protocol D-8844 was instructed to view a playing of SCP-7048-3. But instead of following SCP-7048-3's plot, D-8844 was told to travel as far as he could from the plot's designated area. Results D-8844 was transported into a film called, 'Water Whereabouts.' Another 1960's B-movie horror film where D-8844 took the role of a fisherman who had to track down an aquatic humanoid creature as it captured various members from a local town. Following Foundation instructions, D-8844 got into a car and drove as far away as he was able to. Following 15 minutes of driving, D-8844 lost control of his bodily movements and drove back to the area he was transported. Any following attempts to leave the area had the same results, leading to D-8844 choosing to finish the film. The film ended with D-8844 discovering the humanoid's lair and destroying it with a stick of dynamite. After returning to the real world, D-8844 described the entire experience as having been enjoyable despite feeling as if he had to actually fight for his life. Test #4 + Test #4 - Reel #4 Subject D-4488 Protocol D-4488 was instructed to view a playing of SCP-7048-4. D-4488 was also given a Foundation phone number to call once she was inside the SCP. Results D-4488 was transported into a film called, 'Mummy Mysteries.' A 1960's B-movie horror film where D-4488 takes the role of a museum curator tasked with monitoring an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus recently bought to the museum she works in before the sarcophagus accidentally opens, freeing the Mummy inside. Following Foundation instructions, D-4488 attempted to call the Foundation given to her, and managed to get a response. The film then ended with Foundation personnel arriving at the museum and containing the Mummy before interviewing and then administering amnestics to D-4488. Who then returned to the real world afterward, and seemed to remember the events that transpired inside the SCP, despite having been given amnestics. D-4488 then went on to note that her time inside SCP-7048-4 was the most fun she ever had with an SCP. Addendum-02: During further investigations into Agent Lively's attic, a carrying case for SCP-7048 was discovered. On the carrying case was a message to whoever purchased the SCP. Message + Message - Have you ever felt unsatisfied with your film-viewing experience? Have you always thought you could do miles better than the folks on screen? Want to get away? Want to have some fun? Well, we folks at Gilliam Gilcrest Film Productions have just the thing to whet your appetite. Once placed into a projector, the series of film reels you see before you will launch you, yes, you heard that right, launch you into the story you see on screen. Where you will take up the role as either the leading man or leading lady of a production designed to be a safe, harmless, fulfilling, and, most of all, fun experience. Footnotes 1. The standard method of preserving film reels. 2. Further instances similar to SCP-7048 are also under investigation. |
SCP-7049 | safe | SCP-7049 Byㅤ Blue Foot Published on 30 Aug 2023 04:14 by Blue Foot 25 Item#: 7049 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-47 Dr. Brown N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7049 is to be stored in a standard containment box. Interaction with the object has been ceased indefinitely. SCP-7049 Description: SCP-7049 is a pair of dilapidated spectacles dated to roughly 1400 A.D. The physical deterioration of SCP-7049's lenses do not alter the visual information received by a wearer. When worn properly, SCP-7049 significantly alters the visual information received by the wearer. The effects of SCP-7049's visual alteration is provided below: Color Distortion: Colors appear highly saturated, vivid, and often shift to hues that do not correspond to the actual colors of objects. Color boundaries may blur, making it challenging to differentiate between objects. Visual Confusion: Objects may appear to move, morph, or distort in shape. Perspective and proportions become warped, leading to difficulty in estimating distances and sizes accurately. Abstract Visuals: Ordinary objects may take on abstract, surreal, or geometric patterns. This effect can be disorienting and cause difficulty in identifying familiar objects. Lack of Coherence: Scenes may lack logical coherence. Objects and their behavior may appear to exist within unusual contexts. Objects may appear despite lacking an equivalent in reality. SCP-7049 does not impact the capability of wearers to interact with objects around them. However, testing has shown this to be difficult due to the disorienting effect SCP-7049 has on visual information. It is unknown if visual information provided by the anomaly is different between observers.1 Addendum.7049.1: Test Log Test ID: 7049.01 Procedure: Dr. Pelekanos is to wear SCP-7049 in his office and describe what he observes. Results: Notable observations include: Gases take the appearance of a translucent liquid with a non-constant coloration, making visually distinguishing objects difficult. Inhaling gases into the mouth and nose cause this liquid to visually be taken into Dr. Pelekanos in a stream. The water in a glass fluctuates between several colors. It appears to rapidly and erratically move around the glass. Dr. Pelekanos compares it to wave behavior in a storm. Most objects are closer than they are in actuality. While attempting to take hold of a pencil on a desk, Dr. Pelekanos pushes an empty mug off the desk in question, causing it to fall to the floor and shatter. He describes the impact as causing a strong disturbance, as the coloration of the vicinity of the impact site shifts to deep shades of red, brown, and purple. As the mug breaks into ceramic shards, they quickly shoot out from the impact site, deeply scratching the floor. Test ID: 7049.16 Procedure: Dr. Pelekanos is to wear SCP-7049 in a forested area near Site-47. Results: Notable observations include: Plants are largely translucent and take on a constantly shifting color that is some shade of blue or green. Trees appear to grow upwards endlessly, while their roots are vaguely seen through the translucent ground, spreading deeply into the Earth. Animals are abstract in shape. All species appear as appropriately-sized bright objects, lacking a distinct form. The sun emits multicolored beams, in which a distinct though unidentifiable object seems to move. Near the conclusion of the test, a falcon is seen to assault a mourning dove perched in a tree above Dr. Pelekanos. The falcon impacts the dove at a high speed, although it fails to take hold of the it. This causes the dove to fall roughly 10 meters to the ground. The bird struggles for a few moments, confused. Dr. Pelekanos sees this as the abstract object corresponding to the bird manifesting and demanifesting in several different locations around him. The falcon then dives down to the forest floor, taking hold of the mourning dove with its talons and thrusting its beak into the dove's neck. The dove expires, and the falcon exits the area with the carcass. Although the mourning dove has expired at this point, Dr. Pelekanos observes, that the falcon has flown from the area, and the mourning dove has recovered from its fall and returned to its perch on the tree. The abstract object corresponding to the dove behaves as it was before the encounter with the falcon, and continues to do so until the conclusion of the test. Test ID: 7049.19 Procedure: No procedure approved prior to the conduction of this test. Dr. Pelekanos wears SCP-7049 and views a photograph of his daughter, 15 year-old Clara Pelekanos. The photograph viewed by Dr. Pelekanos during the duration of this log. Results: The photograph is almost entirely unaffected by SCP-7049's visual and color distortions, leaving the image almost identical to its actual appearance. However, the image of Clara Pelekanos begins to move, mimicking the behavior of a person at rest. The image seems to inhale, exhale, blink, and wind appears to blow its hair. His hands begin to shake as he holds the sheet of paper. The image then begins to move its mouth, mimicking the motion of speech, although no sound is heard. After several moments, the image ceases this movement, and it makes a facial expression resembling disappointment. The image then makes eye contact with Dr. Pelekanos. Dr. Pelekanos then throws the paper onto the floor and exits the room, claiming that the experience was "too much". Note-Dr. Pelekanos was not authorized to conduct this experiment or have possession of SCP-7049 at the time. This experiment was conducted at 02:17 without the presence of any other personnel, and the information contained in this log was obtained via interview of Dr. Pelekanos after the fact. PLEASE INPUT 4/7049 CLEARANCE TO VIEW THIS CONTENT - Close this content Security Clearance Adequate: Access Authorized Addendum.7049.2: Immediately after the conclusion of Test.7049.19, Dr. Pelekanos exited Site-47 via his personal vehicle, taking SCP-7049 with him. A search was organized once it was discovered he had not reported for his duties in the SCP-7049 project the next morning on 12/13/2012. He was apprehended in Downieville, California and returned to Site-47 approximately two weeks later. However, during duration of his absence, Dr. Pelekanos took research notes and audio recordings, detailing his discoveries about SCP-7049 and his personal thoughts. Relevant recordings have been provided below. Audio Recording #1 Tires are heard grinding against concrete as a vehicle quickly drives in the reverse setting2. Dr. Pelekanos: (panicked) Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit- Dr. Pelekanos repeats this phrase several times as the vehicle is heard to be put into drive. It rapidly accelerates, and objects are heard to shift around the vehicle. Dr. Pelekanos: Dad's coming baby, dad's coming… END RECORDING Audio Recording #2 Shuffling is heard. Dr. Pelekanos deeply inhales and exhales. A he speaks, there is a moderate echo. Dr. Pelekanos: Alright…I’ve gone and done it now (chuckles). Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: (amusedly) I’m still laughing about that first recording. It was a butt activation. Before I left, I had thrown the recorder into the front seat. When the adrenaline wore off, I noticed I sat on the button! Somehow didn’t notice that bulky thing… Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment, before resuming with a more serious tone. Dr. Pelekanos: But that's enough of that. Let’s get down to brass tacks. First things first, to admin at 47,3 I’ll clear some things up. Yes, my little field trip was planned, though, I’ll admit, last night, I did leave what you would write on your report as "spontaneously". I just felt like I needed to leave right then. No, I don’t intend to be gone forever. I know well enough you can’t run from the Foundation for long. And yes, I’m where I’m at now to hide for as long as I can. When you find me, I’ll have been living in a literal cave in the mountains4 for however long the search takes. So…I hope you like these logs, data entry guy. Dr. Pelekanos clears his throat. Dr. Pelekanos: Yes, these recordings are for you, data entry guy. And my whole spiel just now? That’s for you, discipline officer. I’m not here to be difficult. I’m here for science. That’s what we’re all about, right? The crinkling sound of paper is heard as Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for several seconds. Dr. Pelekanos: I wrote out the general idea for my research on the big paper ream I brought. Here: “From my experience in researching the nature of SCP-7049, it is my conclusion that the anomaly presents something greater than a warped view of reality. In particular, it is my hypothesis that SCP-7049 allows some anomalous view of metaphysical concepts. It is my avowed goal during this research trip to discover more about the nature of SCP-7049, and I will continue to pursue this goal as long as circumstances permit.” Dr. Pelekanos lightly laughs. Dr. Pelekanos: So, at least you can see the data I’m collecting won’t be tainted by lack of professionalism. Though I do have a small request. The ruffling of clothes and the crinkling of paper is heard as Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for several seconds. Dr. Pelekanos: If the admin would allow it, I’d like to dedicate what I’m doing out here to my daughter, Clara. She meant the whole world to me before all of…this, has happened, and she's still my everything. If one of you higher-ups sees this, please just…grant me that. Dr. Pelekanos coughs. Dr. Pelekanos: (chuckling) My Clara being forever connected to a real research project? It's a nice idea, but no way she'd care. She never had a passion for science. Or school, or studying anything, really. Not like she'd listen to me or her teachers about it. Always so headstrong… Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. He sighs. Dr. Pelekanos: It is 13:14, on December 14th, 2012 in Downieville, Sierra County, California. Rueben Pelekanos, signing out. END RECORDING Audio Recording #3 Dr. Pelekanos: Alright, so the first round of tests has been finished today. (chuckling) Exciting stuff, I know, but when you read the research notes, feel free to skip over whatever you want, I won't be offended. it was really nothing fancy, I put 7049 in some situations it hasn't been used before. Looked at some fish in a pond, waited to watch the sunset, even looked at some pictures on the phone of all sorts of random stuff. It was weird, everything on the screen looked all the same to me. You'd think pulsating rainbow sludge would stand out, but nope, the same crap all over my hands. The glasses must not like phones. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: Well, I guess the most interesting test was probably the first one. Just wandered around the cave, saw what there was to see. Walls felt like they were closing in on me, the same trippy rainbow stuff you always see. The cave was…brighter than the other places I've seen? I don't know. I feel like it was, but I'm not fully sure. Dr. Pelekanos coughs. Dr. Pelekanos: But the most interesting thing I saw were the rats. I don't know how, but moving in here I didn't notice the dead rats in the back. Don't know how they died, coyote or something. It was a big one and a couple babies, probably a mom and her kids. I looked through 7049 and just…nothing. There were no shapes of the bodies, none of those little lights animals are represented by, it's just like they were not there at all, just an empty spot of floor. But that's not the kicker. I went back to walking around, I was almost done, and then those little animal lights wandered up into the cave. A couple tiny rat-shaped lights, and a big one. They wandered to the back and the big one lay down, it looked like she was nursing the young. They fell asleep when they were done. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: I don't know what it is, but I think I may be at least partly right about my hypothesis. Death and SCP-7049 have a strange relationship, or maybe none at all. And it seems familial relationships stay intact to some extent. Whatever it is, it's something to look into. It is 17:36, on December 18th, 2012 in Downieville, Sierra County, California. Rueben Pelekanos, signing out. A shuffling sound is heard, presumably the movement of Dr. Pelekanos as he attempts to end the recording. As he does so, he speaks. Dr. Pelekanos: (very softly, whispering) Perfect. END RECORDING Audio Recording #4 Dr. Pelekanos speaks in a fatigued voice. It seems that he has physically exerted himself recently, as evidenced by his irregular need to cease speaking in order to inhale air in the beginning of the recording, and also by his higher-pitched, aspiratory tone of voice. Dr. Pelekanos: I just ran back to the cave, I need to talk about (inhale) this. I was walking around town, because, you know (inhale), I gotta go out for food sometimes, and I brought the glasses with me. I've never (inhale) walked around with them in public, but I thought "What the hell," you know? And it was just- Dr. Pelekanos ceases speaking for a moment and inhales deeply. He exhales. Dr. Pelekanos: I saw through houses, I saw through cars, I felt like I was on the open hill! There's more, the people were all so small! I don't know why, but it was like a grown man was the size of a cat. I think I was smaller too, not super small, but everyone else, poof, tiny! Hold on a sec- The sound of feet running on stone is heard as Dr. Pelekanos is heard to quickly exit the cave. He returns a few moments later. Dr. Pelekanos: It's still there! Tonight, 7049 stopped giving me the color soup, the night sky was literally pitch dark. Looking up at the moon, though, there's a little light, and I just see this…shape. Maybe 1000 feet in the air. Some big long thing, flying around like a snake slithering. Didn't even see its tail. It's hard to distinguish what it was, but I think it's got…stuff attached to it? Arms, I guess, but more arms growing out of those, like a tree branch and twigs. Dr. Pelekanos ceases speaking for a moment and exhales. Dr. Pelekanos: Alright, I just…I just need some sleep. I'll run some more tests in the morning. It is 21:19, on December 20th, 2012 in Downieville, Sierra County, California. Rueben Pelekanos, signing out. Shuffling is heard, presumably Dr. Pelekanos moving to end the recording. As he does so, in the final milliseconds of the recording, an unintelligible whispering voice is heard. Dr. Pelekanos: What the fu- END RECORDING Audio Recording #5 Dr. Pelekanos speaks in a fatigued tone of voice. Dr. Pelekanos: (mumbling) Can’t sleep…I’ve been awake since…12:30? What’s it right now, 2:15? Something like that. (amusedly) I guess I’m still not used to the hard ground yet. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: Been hearing weird noises all night. The recorder might’ve picked up the first of it all, but…it sounded like whispers. All night. I’ve narrowed it down to two possible reasons: either it’s weird wind stuff with the cave, or I’m going crazy. Either way, it’s like someone’s whispering into my ear. Couldn’t tell you what they’re saying, though. Dr. Pelekanos yawns. He does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: I woke up from…a dream. I was gonna call it a good dream, but I’m not sure that’s really true. I was in a field - no, a meadow, a real flower meadow. I was with Clara, she was off maybe 100 feet in front of me. I wanted to be with her, but I just…couldn’t. Then, I at least wanted to see her. My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t see without my glasses. I must’ve dropped them, because I spent all my time digging around the grass for them. Totally frantic. Dr. Pelekanos yawns. Dr. Pelekanos: The glasses were stuck in a gopher hole. When I found them and put them on…dream’s over. Not a glimpse of her. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: I don’t even wear glasses. Dr. Pelekanos coughs. Dr. Pelekanos: It was like a trip we had…three years ago? Yeah. Clara was always a nature girl. She wanted to see a real nice, green area. (amusedly) Coming from Riverside,5 not much of that around there. It was a belated Christmas gift, we drove five hours up north to Yosemite in the spring. She said it was her favorite present. Mountains, waterfalls, forests, hiking. A great big meadow. Poppy’s, lilacs, the whole place was deep green and orange and white. Picturesque. From the day of her birth to the last time I saw her, she was never one to get emotional. But on that day, me, I just have to admit… Dr. Pelekanos exhales. Dr. Pelekanos: Anyway, that’s what my dream was like. Dr. Pelekanos clicks his lips and yawns. Dr. Pelekanos: Well, I guess that’s that. Let’s hope I don’t stay up till sunrise. Good night. END RECORDING Audio Recording #6 Dr. Pelekanos speaks with a tremulous, nervous tone of voice. Dr. Pelekanos: Alright, this is a…is a, uh, breakthrough find. It’s uh, um…just listen. Dr. Pelekanos clears his throat. Dr. Pelekanos: I took 7049 out for…test 49, if we’re gonna keep count. I went by the library in town.6 Not a huge place, but, you know, plenty of books, um. I put on the glasses and just…I’ve never seen anything like it! The whole place was the same rainbow garbage, and I could see the building like usual, but the books…all the books were just sludge. Black and brown sludge flowing from the shelves, the shapes of the books dissolving into a river of schlock running into the air. And they just, um, disappeared. Gone. This piqued my interest, so I stepped outside to see if anything was different, and… Dr. Pelekanos exhales deeply and tremulously. Dr. Pelekanos: All the town was like the books. The buildings, the cars, all of it, just big piles of sludge. Big, small, moving, stationary. Different, but all the same stuff. And then, I thought of the sky thing. I looked up, I thought it was gone, it wasn't near the sun anymore. But then, this huge, thin thing just appeared above me, out of nowhere, slowly slithering through the air. It was red and yellow and orange, all alternating. It was maybe as thick as a thigh, but I never saw the other end of it. And its eyes, it was totally covered in them, they were all staring at me. And it had arms, like a person, and arms attached to arms, going on and on and on… Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos. It was trying to talk to me. I know it. It had no mouth, but I knew it then, too. Really, a chatterbox. It was like there were two people trying to talk inside my head, I just couldn’t get a single straight thought through. That was, until I realized I didn’t see a single other person. I just heard something speak in my head like God, clear as day: “She’s here. She’s safe. She wants to see you again.” I looked down the road, and who do I see but someone walking towards me. She was all blurry, but it was a she. She was a brunette, she was pale, she, I, I…I knew her. A whispering voice is heard, identifiably different from the voice of Dr. Pelekanos. It says “Yes?” He does not react to it. Dr. Pelekanos. It was my daughter. I could tell. I knew 7049 would help me save her, but I never imagined this. It’s the key. And it’s going to help me reach her. A whispering voice is heard, identifiably different from the voice of Dr. Pelekanos. It says “Yes.” He does not react to it. Dr. Pelekanos: Then 7049 took her away. In a split moment, she was gone, the flying thing was gone, and the town looked…normal. I just…I just need some sleep. It is 17:56, on December 23rd, 2012 in Downieville, Sierra County, California. Rueben Pelekanos, signing out. END RECORDING Audio Recording #7 Dr. Pelekanos speaks in a fatigued tone of voice. Dr. Pelekanos: Up awake at night again. 2:27. Great. Dr. Pelekanos groans. The sound of shifting objects is heard. Dr. Pelekanos: You know it's Christmas Eve now? Santa's not out on his sled at this hour, but…it is Christmas Eve. Dr. Pelekanos inhales deeply. Dr. Pelekanos: Clara always loved Christmas. Dr. Pelekanos ceases speaking for a few moments. Dr. Pelekanos: Damn dreams waking me up again. This one…this one was a bad one. Dr. Pelekanos yawns. Dr. Pelekanos: I was at the four-way intersection near home, middle of the night. There was a horrible, horrible wreck right in the middle of it. Chevy pick-up smashed into a Honda at 80 miles per hour. The truck ran a red, total wipe-out t-bone on the driver's side for the Honda. I was on the sidewalk, I saw the whole thing. I tell you, I was on varsity track in high school, but I never ran so fast than when I ran to that Honda. The door was totally caved in, and I cut my hand on glass that landed on the door handle, but I opened that door, I nearly ripped it off. I pulled out the driver and…and it was- Dr. Pelekanos becomes choked up for a moment before resuming speaking in a tremulous tone of voice. Dr. Pelekanos: It was my little girl. She'd been crushed from the impact. Her stomach was nearly gashed open from an exposed piece of metal. I dragged her out onto the pavement. All she could do was limply groan, she was in a complete daze. Even in a dream, the bit after that is gone for me. What I said, what I did to stop the bleeding, it's all a blur. Dr. Pelekanos ceases speaking for approximately 30 seconds. He is heard to become choked up several times in that time frame, and it he begins to deeply inhale and exhale. He then returns to speaking in a less tremulous tone as before. Dr. Pelekanos: And that's how the most beautiful thing in the world died. Hit by a hillbilly dumbfuck who couldn't drink at home on a Thursday night. My daughter Clara died about six months ago, in a real drunk driving accident, in a real Honda, from real blood loss and head injury, in the arms of a real father. I- Dr. Pelekanos becomes choked up before resuming speaking. Dr. Pelekanos: It's funny, too. She wasn't supposed to be driving, she only had her permit.7 She'd taken the car to go out partying. If it…if it didn't happen, I'd have ripped her a new one when she got home. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: But that wasn't the end of the dream. She lay there dying on pavement, and she mumbled something: "Dad…dad, I can't see." I said: "Here, take these. You'll be alright, you'll be alright…" My glasses were clipped onto my collar, so I took them off and put them on her face. She'd had her eyes mostly closed and glazed over up to then, but she opened them when she had the glasses. Life just returned to her face. She weakly smiled, she even slowly moved her hand through her hair to clean the blood out. I was the most relieved I'd ever been. I ran my hand along her face, just relishing that moment. She said: "I'll be alright." I believed her. I woke up. I still believe her. A shuffling sound is heard as Dr. Pelekanos ceases speaking for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: I've not mentioned it in these logs for plausible deniability when I'm at a disciplinary hearing, but I honestly cannot care any less right now. Ever since the test on the mourning dove, I knew 7049 had power over death. Or, at least, it offered us a new perspective. I thought 7049 could do something for my daughter. But, now I'm certain it's going to help me get her back. I don't know how, I have no hard evidence. But I'm not out here to do science. I'm trying to perform a miracle. I believe I can. Dr. Pelekanos coughs. Dr. Pelekanos: I'll see you all in the morning. END RECORDING Audio Recording #8 Note - Visual descriptions and statements credited to “Anomalous Entity” are not directly seen or heard in the audio. Said descriptions and statements were retroactively added to this log after interviewing Dr. Pelekanos about this recording in order to create a more understandable log of events. Dr. Pelekanos exhales deeply. He is standing in the cave in which he has been inhabiting for approximately two weeks. Dr. Pelekanos: Okay, here we go…(quietly) let’s talk. Dr. Pelekanos begins to wear SCP-7049. Dr. Pelekanos gasps. Dr. Pelekanos: Alright, into it already… The anomalous entity previously seen by Dr. Pelekanos has taken up the majority of the interior space of the cave. It appears coiled onto itself, to the extent that it is difficult to distinguish the anomaly’s appendages and main body. The only space not taken up by the entity is the small area where Dr. Pelekanos is standing. All of the entity’s eyes are focused on Dr. Pelekanos. Dr. Pelekanos: Hello? The entity begins to telepathically communicate with Dr. Pelekanos. Anomalous Entity: Human. Dr. Pelekanos: Yes, yes I’m here. You hear me? The entity does not speak for a moment. Anomalous Entity: A foolish question. I need not ears to hear, I need not a mouth to speak. Dr. Pelekanos: (apologetically) Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t think that through well enough, this is a crazy situa- Anomalous Entity: Worry not, I have taken no offense. I understand that this is not place natural to you. Dr. Pelekanos: Oh, thank you, thank you so much. I’m sure you know that I need you. Anomalous Entity: You have spoken correctly. Truly, you are one of the wisest among men, as you have found a great truth: my realm is one of the dead; that is, a borderland between the Earth and the pit. Many a soul wander in the land. Dr. Pelekanos: (spoken quickly) And my little girl? Anomalous Entity: You have seen her. She is here. She is safe. Dr. Pelekanos does not respond. Anomalous Entity: I have seen her from before her entry into this realm. I beheld her on the hour of her death. Understand, I feel great pity. Dr Pelekanos: (excitedly) Yes? The entity does not speak for a moment. Anomalous Entity: You- The entity extends all of its arm-like appendages8 surrounding Dr. Pelekanos, making a gesture similar to that of human extending their index finger. All of the appendages point towards Dr. Pelekanos. Anomalous Entity: -Have no authority to ask what you seek. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. He begins to tremble slightly. Dr. Pelekanos: (tremulously) B-but but, just- Dr. Pelekanos falls to his knees. Dr. Pelekanos: You're…you're something I can't understand. You're on a whole different plane above me. And you're big, big and important in a way I couldn't begin to comprehend It's just…you've got to get it. My daughter…she bled out in my arms, and she couldn't even tell they were mine. I've left everything behind, my job, my whole life, just to be right here. I've got nothing left when the Foundation catches me in this. I'll do whatever it takes, anything, just…please, help me. Help me bring her back home. The entity does not speak for a moment. It retracts its appendages to their original position. Anomalous Entity: Human, your feelings are well known by me, but by no means have I understood them until this day. Very well, the girl will be returned to you. Flesh and blood. Dr. Pelekanos exclaims with joy. He runs towards the entity, embracing and kissing it. Though not physically experiencing any sensation, he observes two of the entity's appendages touch and caress him. Dr. Pelekanos: (joyfully) Oh, thank you, thank you, oh thank you! Anomalous Entity: Consider it not a debt, child. Though, understand there is work to be done to retrieve a soul from the borderlands. Dr. Pelekanos: (ecstatically) I understand. Where do we start? Anomalous Entity: Right in this very place. I must hear from you, do you understand what you request of me? Dr. Pelekanos: Yes, yes, you're going to work a miracle. Anomalous Entity: No, please understand! I must use much of my strength to return the girl to the living. Much more than I am accustomed to. Dr. Pelekanos: Oh, I'm sor- Anomalous Entity: Worry not, for I still project some power out of this realm. You have heard it, a voice, that visits you by night. But you must understand that you request a great work. You must consider that I am here due to human hands, placed here by the work of men, who even then have slandered my name. Therefore, this is a great favor. With these issues understood, will you listen to my counsel? Do you pledge yourself to do as I instruct? Dr. Pelekanos: (emphatically) Yes! Everything you ask! Anomalous Entity: Good. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: So, what do we do next? The entity does not speak for a moment. Anomalous Entity: Hear from the girl herself. The entity demanifests, returning the cave to its typical appearance as seen through SCP-7049. Dr. Pelekanos does not move for several minutes. Dr. Pelekanos begins to grow anxious. Dr. Pelekanos: Hello? Hello! The recording continues for approximately 47 minutes. Nothing of note occurs as Dr. Pelekanos remains in the cave, occasionally calling for the entity. There is no response. Dr. Pelekanos: He'll be back…I know he'll be back. END RECORDING Audio Recording #9 Note - Visual descriptions are not seen in the audio. Said descriptions were retroactively added to this log after interviewing Dr. Pelekanos about this recording. This was done to create a more understandable log of events. The sound of footsteps and the crushing of leaves is heard from a distance. It begins to grow louder. Dr. Pelekanos is heard to quickly rise to his feet. Dr. Pelekanos: Finally was getting a good night of sleep. What the hell is that? Dr. Pelekanos rises from the floor, carrying SCP-7049, and looks out the cave opening. The sounds previously described continue to grow louder and louder. Dr. Pelekanos: (quietly) Oh, please, please, please, please, please… The sound begins to resemble that of a bipedal entity walking up the hill in which the cave is located. This sound continuously grows louder and louder for nearly a minute, before the sound of the footsteps originates from the cave. The sound then ceases. Dr. Pelekanos deeply exhales. He begins to wear SCP-7049. Located within the cave, approximately 15 feet from Dr. Pelekanos, appears to be Clara Pelekanos. She is unaffected by SCP-7049's visual distortions. She tilts her head and smiles. Clara Pelekanos9: Hi, dad. Dr. Pelekanos exclaims in joy and runs towards Clara Pelekanos. He mimics the motion of embracing her, although she is not physically present in reality. She reacts in kind, embracing Dr. Pelekanos as both rest their head on each other's shoulders. Dr. Pelekanos begins to cry. Dr. Pelekanos: (amidst sobs) I-I..I…Clara, it's just…I- Clara Pelekanos: Stop. Clara Pelekanos and Dr. Pelekanos both move their heads off of each other's shoulders, as to be able to see the other's face. Clara Pelekanos has begun to cry as well. Clara Pelekanos: It's alright dad, you don't need to say anything. Dr. Pelekanos: No, baby, I do! I've been in hell for half a year, but now, I…now that you're here- Clara Pelekanos: Forget it all. I'm back. Neither individual speaks for several moments, as both smile and laugh with much emotion, though both still continue to shed tears. Dr. Pelekanos: (tremulously laughing) Don't you ever take the car again! Clara Pelekanos tremulously laughs. Clara Pelekanos: (amidst laughs and sobs) Trust me, I won't. Neither speak for several moments. Dr. Pelekanos: I can hear you. Clara Pelekanos: Yes, about that… Clara takes three steps backwards, concluding the embrace. Clara Pelekanos: Teacher decided, for your sake, that I should be able to talk, with a real voice. He knew you couldn't wait another second to hear it. But we've still got a long way to go to take me out of the borderland. Dr. Pelekanos: Yes, yes…Teacher? Clara Pelekanos: You've met him. 10,000 arms, 1,000,000 eyes? Dr. Pelekanos: Yes, right. He's been good to you, I hope? Clara Pelekanos: Oh, of course! Teacher is great! Trust me, I was so stupid before he took me in. Dr. Pelekanos: Really? What'd he teach you? Clara Pelekanos: Oh, what didn't he teach me! He's has eyes on everything, he is the one who watches all. No one else knows anything! Make sure you listen to him. Dr. Pelekanos: Oh yeah? You listened to your teacher for once? Tell me a little bit of that wisdom. Clara Pelekanos takes one step backwards. As she speaks the following statement, Dr. Pelekanos believes10 that the irises of her eyes begin to shift between the colors of red, orange, and yellow, as opposed to their typical black color. Clara Pelekanos: From the spark of the flint upon stone, to the hearth which brought forth flame to form brick, to the combustion of the steam engine, to the burst of atomic fire, man's invention has been folly and vanity. All of true wisdom and authority lies beyond his reach, and his drive has come to nothing. From the tablet, to the page, to the screen, all dens of lives, man's words have been nothing but sewage. You, I, we are but insects. We owe an eternal debt to the Teacher. Dr. Pelekanos does not respond. He is bewildered by the statement. Clara Pelekanos laughs. Clara Pelekanos: Not exactly something I learned from Ms. Rivera's philosophy class, right? Just a little moniker from Teacher. Dr. Pelekanos does not respond for a moment. He then regains his composure. Dr. Pelekanos: (chuckling) Heh, you're right. You're probably correct about another thing, too. I bet it's easy for him to watch everything with so many eyes. Clara Pelekanos: (snapping) Don't you insult Teacher like that! Dr. Pelekanos: (apologetically) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I bet he means a lot to you. My fault. Clara Pelekanos: Yes…but it's time to get down to business, right? Not like I can do much as it is. Dr. Pelekanos: Of course, baby, what do I have to do? Clara Pelekanos: Putting me back on Earth takes a lot of energy, but Teacher's got it. The issue is that you need to open the door for him. Dad, can you do that? Dr. Pelekanos: Yes, Clara, anything. Clara Pelekanos: Perfect. He needs something to write on the ground with, and he needs something that you can break the glasses with Dr. Pelekanos: I have a pen, and I guess I could grab a rock. Clara Pelekanos: No, a pen's no good. Teacher needs a nice big doorway on the ground, and your pen can't draw that. Dr. Pelekanos: Well, I don't have anything else. Clara does not speak for a moment. Clara Pelekanos: Steal something. Dr. Pelekanos: What? Clara Pelekanos: You need to get something from somewhere, right? Dr. Pelekanos: Clara, you know I never taught you anything like that! Clara Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Her facial expression saddens, before she suddenly begins to cry. Dr. Pelekanos: Oh no no no, baby, please, what is it? It's nearly 4 A.M., I can go buy it in the morning. Clara Pelekanos: (amidst sobs) It's…it's just that…that's it? You won't do this for me? You'll let your stupid morality shit stop you from taking some chalk or something from one of these fucking hicks? Dr. Pelekanos: Oh, no, I'll get you your chalk, I'll get it. Clara Pelekanos quickly returns to her previous emotional state. Clara Pelekanos: sniff Really? Dr. Pelekanos: Really. Clara Pelekanos: Good. Please hurry. I've waited too long to see you. Clara Pelekanos demanifests, and the cave returns to its typical appearance as seen through SCP-7049. Dr. Pelekanos: (quietly) I've waited too long too, Clara. END RECORDING Video Log Date: 12/25/2012 Time: 04:10 Location: Downieville General Store, Downieville, California Note - The following log is a transcript of security camera from within Downieville General Store. [BEGIN LOG] Video feed begins, displaying the interior of a dimly lit small general store. The shelves are stocked with various items. The store owner is sleeping in a back room out of view. Suddenly, glass shards are seen to be rapidly expelled from the left wall window, and Dr. Pelekanos enters the frame from the left side. He steps through the window frame and begins frantically searching the store. Dr. Pelekanos: (whispering) Come on, there must be something here. As Dr. Pelekanos searches the central aisle, the store owner rushes from the back room to the main store. Store Owner: (startled, with anger) Hey, what are you doing? Dr. Pelekanos rushes to his feet and begins running around the store. The store owner moves around the check-out counter and chases after him through the aisles. As they run, Dr. Pelekanos's eyes look around the shelves. Store Owner: Stop! Who are you? Dr. Pelekanos takes a hammer and a box of chalk from the shelves as he runs past them. Dr. Pelekanos: (fatigued) Please, just give me five minutes outside. Call the police, do whatever you want. Just give me some time. The store owner hesitates. His facial expression is that of confusion. Dr. Pelekanos uses the opportunity to run out the door, and the store owner does not continue the chase. [END LOG] Audio Recording #10 Note - Visual descriptions are not seen in the audio. Said descriptions were retroactively added to this log after interviewing Dr. Pelekanos about this recording. This was done to create a more understandable log of events. This recording was taken immediately after the events of the previous video log. Dr. Pelekanos is running down the main street of Downieville, California. He is holding his stolen items in one hand, and SCP-7049 in the other. The voice of Clara Pelekanos is heard, emanating from Dr. Pelekanos' right. Clara Pelekanos: Dad! Put on the glasses! Dr. Pelekanos: (fatigued) Right, right. Dr. Pelekanos begins to wear SCP-7049. Its typical visually anomalous effects are not present, with the exception of the fact that Clara Pelekanos appears to be visible running alongside Dr. Pelekanos. Dr. Pelekanos: What the hell's wrong with the glasses? Clara Pelekanos: Teacher's drawing all the energy he can muster from the place! He's barely got anything left for you to see me! Dr. Pelekanos: (chuckling) Draining an alternate dimension dry? You bet that'll be the craziest thing we'll do together? Clara Pelekanos laughs. Clara Pelekanos: I hope not. Neither individual speaks for a moment. Clara Pelekanos: It's Christmas, you know. Dr. Pelekanos: The thought has crossed my mind. Clara Pelekanos: (chuckling) Heh, me too. I'm ready for the best Christmas ever when we get home. Even better than three years ago, with the Yosemite trip. Dr. Pelekanos: Clara, you have absolutely no idea- Clara Pelekanos: Stop right here! Dr. Pelekanos ceases running. He is located in the center of an intersection in the Downieville downtown. Clara Pelekanos: The chalk! Dr. Pelekanos opens the stolen cardboard box containing chalk and retrieves a white piece from it. Clara Pelekanos: Draw! Dr. Pelekanos: I don't know- Clara Pelekanos: Teacher will guide you! Just go! Dr. Pelekanos drops to the ground and begins to quickly draw on the pavement with the chalk. He illustrates several occult symbols and patterns within a larger circle. This occurs over approximately two minutes. At the same time, Foundation Agents "Quebec" and "Tango", under the guise of Sierra County police officers arrive at the Downieville General Store and conduct a brief interview of the store owner. Clara Pelekanos: Done! Dr. Pelekanos: Clara, what even is- Clara Pelekanos briefly speaks in a deep, shifting, inhuman tone of voice. Clara Pelekanos: Shut the fuck up! Just do what Teacher says! Dr. Pelekanos: Don't you talk like- Clara Pelekanos: The Foundation will be here in no time! That's why we couldn't wait for the chalk! Dr. Pelekanos: (with emphasis) Shit! What do I do? Clara Pelekanos: Say the freeing words! Dr. Pelekanos: Um, alright, he's the one talking, I guess - oh great teacher, from the void you comest, and to you all dominion goes. You [[MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED]]. Dr. Pelekanos begins to invoke an occult prayer of unknown origin. At the same time, the Foundation agents at the general store have concluded their interview, learning Dr. Pelekanos had ran down the main road. They quickly enter their vehicle, a Sierra County police cruiser, and drive towards Dr. Pelekanos, arriving as he concludes his prayer. They park their vehicle about 150 feet from him. They begin to quickly approach him. Agent "Tango": Rueben Pelekanos, put your hands over your fucking head! The hammer that Dr. Pelekanos carries begins to experience color and visual distortions. Readings from nearby Reading Station-467Ae47 indicate that Hume levels drop dramatically, suggesting a breakdown in the integrity of reality. This drop was extremely unstable, suggesting that it could not be maintained for an extended period of time. Station computers conclude that, in then current conditions, the formation of an interdimensional portal was inevitable. Clara Pelekanos: Smash the glasses! Clara Pelekanos puts her hand to her head and appears ill. Dr. Pelekanos holds the hammer up as to briefly inspect it. Clara Pelekanos: (quietly) I can not stay any longer. Teacher is coming to prepare the way. He must hide no longer. It appears to Dr. Pelekanos that Clara Pelekanos' skull bursts open, breaking into two halves that hang from the neck. The anomalous entity emerges from her neck, rapidly rising into the sky and coiling above Dr. Pelekanos. All of its appendages have gestured as to point at Dr. Pelekanos. The entity possesses human-like mouths where its eyes were previously observed. Its mouths moving in unison, the entity speaks at an extremely high volume, as the agents and nearby civilians are capable of hearing it. Its voice resembles an extremely corrupted impression of Clara Pelekanos. Anomalous Entity: (deeply, nearly incomprehensibly) Do not let them stop you, Rueben! Destroy the glasses, so that you may see your daughter, flesh and blood! Bring down the hammer upon this prison! Dr. Pelekanos hesitates for a moment, observing the entity as it moves above him. He then throws SCP-7049 to the ground, and raises the hammer as to strike the object Agent "Quebec": Fuck- Agent "Quebec" tackles Dr. Pelekanos, causing him to lose grip of the hammer and pushing both men to the ground. SCP-7049, the hammer, and the audio recorder fall to the ground nearby. SCP-7049 begins to vibrate as to move into a closer proximity to the two men. Dr. Pelekanos begins to fiercely resist the agent, attempting to force his fingers into Agent "Quebec's" exposed eye sockets. The agent is forced to slightly retreat from Dr. Pelekanos to avoid serious injury, though still remaining on top of him. Dr. Pelekanos then takes hold of the hammer and attempts to strike SCP-7049. Agent "Tango", coming near to the other men, then kicks Dr. Pelekanos' hand as to cause him to drop the hammer. Assisted by Agent "Quebec", Agent "Tango" forces Dr. Pelekanos onto his stomach, and he places handcuffs on Dr. Pelekanos. Agent "Tango": Rueben Pelekanos, you are under arrest under suspicion of burglary- Dr. Pelekanos: Fuck! I knew you fucks would find me! Just give me a second! One second! Dr. Pelekanos is forced to rise to his feet by the agents. They begin to escort him towards the police cruiser. Agent "Tango": You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say- Dr. Pelekanos: You have no clue what the hell you're doing! Let me go! Agent "Tango": -Can be used against you in court. You have the right- Multicolored light begins to emanate from SCP-7049. Anomalous Entity: You fools! You have damned an innocent girl to an eternity of hell! Take hold of the hammer! Smash into pieces that which imprisons us! Dr. Pelekanos is forced into the back seat of the agent's vehicle. Dr. Pelekanos continues to protest inside the vehicle. The agents enter the front seats, and they return to their assigned safe house. The recording continues for approximately eight minutes, when Agent "Sierra" returns to the area to retrieve all objects left at the scene, including SCP-7049. By that time, SCP-7049 had ceased emanating light. Hume levels return to typical conditions. The agent concludes the recording. END RECORDING Addendum.7049.2: Interview Log Interviewed: Dr. Pelekanos Interviewee: Dr. Brown Date: 12/27/2012 Location: Site-47 Interrogation Room 12 Note-Dr. Pelekanos had been returned to the site earlier on 12/27/2012 and was pending a disciplinary hearing. Dr. Brown enters the room. He walks towards the interrogation table, lowering himself slowly into his chair. Dr. Pelekanos has oriented his face towards the ground and does not acknowledge Dr. Brown. After several moments, Dr. Brown raises both hands into a gesture before placing them on the table. Dr. Brown: Why the hell'd you do it, Rueben? Dr. Pelekanos does not respond. Dr. Brown: Fuck's sake. What's gotten into you? Dr. Pelekanos does not respond Dr. Brown: You ruined my Christmas, you know that? I got dragged into the office at seven A.M. to deal with your little stunt. The guys had narrowed your location down and were about to visit your cave. The least you could do was not give yourself up in the middle of the night. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. When he begins doing so, he speaks at a volume that is barely audible. Dr. Pelekanos: You have no idea how it feels. Dr. Brown: What? Dr. Pelekanos: (louder) Have you ever lost anyone, Jim? Dr. Brown does not respond for a moment. Dr. Brown: Well, yes. My mother passed away in February. Dr. Pelekanos: How many times did she die? Dr. Brown: What? Dr. Pelekanos: (louder, agitated) I said, how many times did your mother die? Dr. Brown: Just once, I guess. Dr. Pelekanos does not respond for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: You killed Clara, Jim. Dr. Brown: Rueben, a drunk driver killed your daughter. Dr. Pelekanos: (enraged) No! Dr. Pelekanos slams his fist onto the table. Dr. Pelekanos: (more calmly) No, Jim! I was this close to getting her back. If I was a second faster, I'd be with her today. I'd hear the music for smashing up 7049, but she'd be on this Earth again, and I'd take that trade a thousand times. But you, your- Dr. Pelekanos begins to motion with his fingers. Dr. Pelekanos: "Guys", your "investigation", you stopped it all. She could've been alive today. She's not. You killed her a second time. You have no idea, just no idea… Dr. Brown exhales. Dr. Brown: Listen, this is what I'm here for, Reuben. Interviews will be bothering you day in and day out for months, I've seen the schedule. You're going to get poked and prodded about every little detail of this mess. Now, I can't stop that, but I just want you to know something they won't. You don't need to tell them about it, obviously, but I was just approved to share it with you. Dr. Pelekanos does not respond for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: What is it? Dr. Brown: When they found 7049, a really old looking tablet was placed nearby, and someone had written on it. It was Level Four clearance because the original was a nasty infohazard and because we didn't know what it meant, but now I think you've answered the latter question. Dr. Pelekanos: Why the hell was I not told about this? Dr. Brown: You were never Project Manager, Rueben, you know how the Foundation is with secrecy. Just listen. It's from the Middle Ages, so bear with me, but here's a copy: "Heed this warning! For this devil, the one who beholds, was not imprisoned into that through which one beholds without cause. He is a crafty beast,-" Dr. Pelekanos: (quietly) No… Dr. Brown: "-A liar, full of conceit and falsehood,-" Dr. Pelekanos: (louder) No, it can't- Dr. Brown: "-wicked to his root, as one who drags men to the pit as one they love." Dr. Pelekanos rises from his seat. Dr. Pelekanos: (yelling) No! It's impossible! Dr. Brown: I'm sorry man, but it all checks out. Dr. Pelekanos: (yelling, though less intensely) I saw my girl in there! I talked to her! She's alive in there! That thing, it was helping me get her out! It's no devil, no liar…it was helping me, I- Dr. Pelakanos collapses into his seat and begins to lightly cry. He becomes choked up momentarily before continuing. Dr. Pelekanos: (amidst tears) I was gonna get my Clara back! Dr. Brown rises from his seat and walks towards Dr. Pelekanos. He places his hand on Dr. Pelekanos' shoulder, presumably as a form of condolence. Dr. Brown: Rueben, you gotta understand. The thing felt trapped in its own little pocket dimension, and it used you so it could escape its cage. Nothing more. Dr. Brown does not speak for a moment. Dr. Brown: But don't get angry about yourself, get mad for Clara! That thing thought it could make a fake of her to push your buttons. Be happy that piece of shit can't use your daughter as a sock puppet anymore! Think about it like this. She died only once, but she was allowed to rest twice. Dr. Pelekanos does not speak for a moment. Dr. Pelekanos: (quietly) I could've gotten my little girl back… Dr. Brown sighs. He walks to the door. Dr. Brown: That wasn't your daughter, Rueben. She's dead. Accept that. Dr. Brown exits the room. Dr. Pelekanos has ceased crying, and has become motionless in his chair, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. He remains in this state for several moments Suddenly, Dr. Pelekanos rises from his chair and takes hold of it. Raising the chair into the air, he begins to strike the interrogation table with it. As he speaks, he is barely comprehensible. Dr. Pelekanos: (enraged) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Security personnel enter the room. They attempt to force Dr. Pelekanos to cease his current behavior. [[END LOG]] Addendum.7049.3: Due to the emotional state in which Dr. Pelekanos was in during his actions from 12/13/2012-12/25/2012, a minor disciplinary action was deemed appropriate. Dr. Pelekanos was referred to counseling and was subjected to moderate salary cuts and demotions. After approximately a year of therapy, Dr. Pelekanos was deemed to be entirely free of his previous mental health issues by his appointed psychiatrist, and he has since returned to his full duties as a Site-47 Researcher. According to the psychiatrist's notes, of particular importance for Dr. Pelekanos' recovery was an event that occurred approximately 11 months into his treatment. While conversing, Dr. Pelekanos declared his acceptance of the death of his daughter, Clara Pelekanos. Footnotes 1. Because interaction with SCP-7049 has been prohibited indefinitely, there will be no clarification on the issue in the near future. 2. This is thought to be Dr. Pelekanos exiting his staff parking space. 3. That is, Site-47 Administration. 4. Dr. Pelekanos was discovered in Downieville, California, a small town in the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Interviews show that he inhabited a cave near the town for the duration of this absence. 5. Riverside is an arid city in southern California. 6. That is, the Downieville Public Library. 7. That is, a learner's permit. 8. Dr. Pelekanos estimated that 500 individual arm-like appendages were visible, not including the smaller limbs attached to said appendages. 9. Although not the physical Clara Pelekanos present in reality before her death, this entity will be referred to as Clara Pelekanos for the sake of clarity. 10. During interviews, Dr. Pelekanos has stated that he believes that this event occurred. However, he is unsure, citing his emotional situation at the time and the faultiness of his memory. He has also cited the possibility that Clara Pelekanos' eyes were reflecting color from the rest of the environment SCP-7049 presents. |
SCP-7050 | keter | Item#: 7050 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Proxima Centauri b. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7050, containment is unfeasible. Knowledge of SCP-7050 is to be limited to a select few international and governmental organizations for the purpose of disarmament. Should there be an SCP-7050-1 instance all embedded Foundation agents within national space agencies and astronomical associations are to be alerted and directed to prevent knowledge of the event from spreading. Should any organization receive data and imagery of an SCP-7050-1 instance, Foundation agents are to prevent its publication and doctor all relevant data on the event. All events leading up to a York Incident are to be recorded and analyzed for the purposes of further preservation of human civilization. Exploration of an SCP-7050-1 instance is to be conducted through the Foundation's Anomalous Aeronautical and Space Research Association, also known internally as AASRA. To date, there have been 11 confirmed SCP-7050-1 instances with a further 4 exoplanets slated for exploration by AASRA. Description: SCP-7050 refers to the continued survival of the human race. In the event that an exoplanet's atmosphere rapidly becomes toxic due to a burst of nuclear energy, it is to be explored via a Magellan Drone Swarm to determine if a York Incident has occurred. Should the drone swarm determine that a York Incident did occur, the exoplanet will be designated as an SCP-7050-1 instance and will be cataloged. As of 2035, all known extraterrestrial civilizations have experienced a York Incident and, subsequently, extinction. Addendum.1: First SCP-7050-1 Instance's Astronomical chart showing the location of Alpha Centauri (bottom middle left). Proxima Centauri is circled in red. On January 9th, 2009 a sudden burst of nuclear energy was detected in the Alpha Centauri trinary star system by Foundation Space Observatory Scylax. Further observations subsequently revealed the origin of the nuclear energy burst to have been from Proxima Centauri b.1 After failing to find a natural explanation for the event, it was given the designation Anomalous Event-13020 and the task of investigating the anomaly was given to AASRA. Shortly after, a request was approved by the O5 Council for AASRA to begin constructing a drone swarm that would conduct an exploratory mission to Proxima Centauri b. On March 7th, 2011 the construction of the Eudoxus Drone Swarm2 was completed and launched later that month towards Proxima Centauri b. Utilizing both standard and anomalous technology, the goal of the mission was to determine the cause of the nuclear energy burst. The drone swarm arrived at Proxima Centauri b on June 3rd, 2015 where it began to document and log its discoveries on the planet. Over the next few months, the drone swarm orbited the planet and began to collect atmospheric samples, and conducted planetary surface exploration. Over the course of its exploration, the drone swarm discovered ruined cities all across the planet. After an extensive exploration of the surface, the drone swarm found what appeared to be an archive in one of the more preserved ruins. After all of the archive's files were scanned and logged, it was immediately sent back to the Foundation on Earth. The Foundation received this data in 2019 and AASRA immediately commissioned the Foundation's linguistics department to aid in deciphering the language on the files. On May 11th, 2021 AASRA was able to translate the Centauri language enough to an extent where a timeline of events leading up to the nuclear energy burst was able to be made. It is as follows: ▷ Event Log ▽ Event Log Time3 Description of Event Additional Information Day 1, 12:07 Talks between the nations of "Black Rock" and "Serene" break down. Military Readiness between the two was raised. Inferring from the documents recovered, these two nations have been at odds for approximately 5 Earth years. Day 1, 13:10 "Black Rock" launches an invasion of "Serene". The military of "Serene" was prepared and began counterattacks Within hours the "Black Rock" offensive reaches a stalemate. Day 1, 18:25 "Black Rock" begins losing its positions in "Serene", however, their 'warriors' are told to hold. The "Black Rock" 'Uruok'shalu'ko'4 is debriefed on the situation. Day 1, 18:50 "Black Rock" begins deploying tactical missiles to the frontline. Spys within "Black Rock" inform "Serene" of this development and they respond in kind. At this point large-scale aerial battles are taking place above the front. Day 1, 20:12-20:18 First tactical missiles are launched from "Black Rock" towards strategic "Serene" positions. Nearby cities are now beginning evacuation as more are deployed to the front line. Day 1, 20:15-20:21 "Serene" responds in kind and begins launching tactical missiles at "Black Rock" positions. Some missiles overshoot their targets, with some hitting civilian infrastructure. Day 1, 20:25 "Black Rock" retaliates by launching tactical missiles at "Serene" civilian targets A number of both civilian and military targets are destroyed by this point. Day 1, 20:31-20:33 Both nations activate their nuclear arsenals in the event the other launches their own. According to the documents, "Black Rock" and "Serene" were the two largest and most powerful nations on Proxima Centauri b. Their combined nuclear warheads numbered roughly 9,000. Day 1, 20:54 "Serene" launches another wave of tactical missiles at "Black Rock" military installations. "Black Rock" launches three nuclear missiles in response The exact reason why could not be determined, however, it is assumed that this may have been due to a false positive. Day 1, 20:56-21:03 After minutes of deliberating, "Serene" launches its own nuclear missiles in response. N/A. Day 2, 21:06 "Black Rock" further retaliates and launches more of its nuclear arsenal, some towards civilian targets. "Serene" declares a state of emergency. Day 2, 21:11 "Serene" responds by sending multiple nuclear missiles to the largest cities within "Black Rock." In response, "Black Rock" does the same. By this point the main frontline has died down, with only sporadic fighting continuing. Day 2, 21:20 Multiple cities are reported to have been leveled by "Black Rock" nuclear missiles. The final transmission from "Serene's" military headquarters is received. Day 2, 23:18 By this point the majority of "Serene's" nuclear arsenal has been deployed, targeting "Black Rock" installations around Proxima Centauri b. "Black Rock" responded in kind The last transmission from any major "Serene" military facility is also received. Day 3, 01:45 The final of "Serene's" nuclear weapons are launched, with an unknown target. It is assumed by this point most life on Proxima Centaur b has died out as this is the last event recorded. Examples of the language documented on Proxima Centauri b In September and November of 2014, while the Eudoxus Drone Swarm was en route to Proxima Centauri b, F.S.O Scylax observed two further nuclear energy bursts coming from the Ross 128 and Luten's Star systems. AASRA was able to determine that, once again, the origin of the energy bursts came from exoplanets within their respective star systems. Due to the similarities between Anomalous Event-13020 and these events, AASRA was approved to construct two further drone swarms to explore these star systems. Discoveries in 2015 and 2016 in anomalous technology allowed AASRA to construct drone swarms that could arrive at Ross 128 and Luyten's Star within 5 years.5 Both of these drone swarms, referred to as the 1st and 2nd Magellan Drone Swarms, were launched on July 23rd, 2017. Between 2017 and 2019 the F.S.O Scylax, and later the F.S.O Herodotus,6 discovered 3 further nuclear energy bursts. Three further drone swarms were constructed and, in March 2019, October 2019, and August 2020, each were respectively launched in the direction of these star systems. Shortly after the timeline of events on Proxima Centauri b was established, on June 25th, 2021, data from the 1st Magellan Drone Swarm was received. Its target exoplanet, Ross 128 b, showed similar features on its surface compared to Proxima Centauri b. Once again files transcribed in an extraterrestrial language were sent along with the planetary data. As Foundation linguists and AASRA were deciphering the Rossi language, data from the 2nd Magellan Drone Swarm in Luyten b was received. As with the previous two, further files were sent for AASRA to decrypt. Addendum.2: Report Summary On December 5th, 2023 AASRA submitted its report to the O5 Council. The report, written by the head of AASRA, details their findings on Ross 128 b and Luyten b. The relevant section of the report relating to SCP-7050 is as follows: ▷ Report ▽ Report Based on our findings in Ross 128 b and Luyten b, as well as preliminary data received from the third through fifth Magellan Drone Swarms, the Anomalous Aeronautical and Space Research Association has come to the conclusion that all of these events were caused by large-scale nuclear weapons exchange resulting in the host civilization's utter annihilation. A further two nuclear energy burst events have been detected since 2021 and, although observations have yet to be conducted, it is likely that these events were caused by similar circumstances related to the previous five. The exact cause and reason do vary between cases, such as the result of a conflict escalation or false positive readings, but the end result is always the same. Due to these findings, it is in our opinion that Humanity may be an outlier. All files recovered on these exoplanets do not indicate that there were prior crises or "close calls" before the nuclear weapons exchange, henceforth designated as a 'York Incident'. In contrast, Humanity has had multiple incidents, crises, and "close calls" but never has it resulted in a nuclear war. Because of this, AASRA has come to the conclusion that human civilization is an anomaly in the universal norm. Given previous incidents and current crises, we recommend that the Foundation begins cooperating with intergovernmental and governmental organizations for the purpose of preserving human civilization. However, we also recommend that full cooperation be held off until further data can be collected from more sources. Humanity may or may not stand alone, but it is our responsibility to tirelessly ensure that we wake up to another tomorrow to discover if we truly are. We shall venture forth into the light to discover if we truly are alone in the dark. Footnotes 1. Proxima Centauri b is an exoplanet orbiting around the star Proxima Centauri, a red dwarf that is a part of the triple star system Alpha Centauri, that is located 4.2 light years away. 2. The precursor to the current Magellan-class, prior to the discovery of new anomalous technology. 3. Proxima Centauri b orbits its host star in approximately 11 Earth days. As such, time is converted to UTC. 4. Exact translation could not be determined but is assumed to either mean 'General' or 'President.' 5. This is done utilizing the gravitational anomalies found by AASRA during [[REDACTED]] near Uranus. 6. A Foundation space observatory launched in late 2018 with the purpose of fulfilling Scylax's role, which was to be phased out in 2020 but now both observatories operate in tandem to find further SCP-7050-1 instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7050" by Space_Kaiser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7050. Licensed under CC-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: 7000 Name: Artist’s impression of Proxima Centauri b shown hypothetically as an arid rocky super-earth.jpg Author: ESO & M. 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SCP-7051 | ticonderoga | Site-81 — Theseus Grimm ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7051 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No containment procedures have been put in place for SCP-7051 instances and their general affects. Description: Instances of SCP-7051 are completely undetectable and cannot be observed by visual/thermal cameras, motion detectors, echolocation, or any other method of perception. The only method of observation available includes physically touching SCP-7051. No effects are present when physical contact with SCP-7051 is made but SCP-7051 has been known to avoid physical touch in most cases. When someone is in the presence of an instance of SCP-7051 and no other people are currently present, people in the presence of SCP-7051 may begin talking to themselves for long periods or until another person enters the vicinity. SCP-7051's behavior is innocuous and the anomaly's main activity involves moving objects when placed down, closing and opening doors randomly, etc. These habits commonly come from people who misplace items or leave doors open. SCP-7051 is commonly confused for bad habits and a forgetful mind. Tests and Observations The following experiment reports include observations of SCP-7051's behavior and the experiments performed with SCP-7051. VIDEO LOG DATE: 11/6/21 NOTE: The following video is one of the only two recordings of SCP-7051 and its behavior. [BEGIN LOG] 09:10:47 Dr. Gonzales is in their office reading through files sent to him that morning. 09:12:22 Dr. Gonzales places their coffee cup on their desk and turns to open the desk drawer. 09:13:31 While Dr. Gonzales' back is turned the coffee cup rises off the desk and is moved to the very edge of the desk. 09:22:18 When Dr. Gonzales turns back to the desk, they drink more of their coffee without noticing the cup's movement. He places it back onto the desk where it had originally been and continues reading through documents on his desk. 09:25:55 Dr. Gonzales looks at his phone, and while they are not looking the coffee cup rises off the desk and floats onto a nearby filing cabinet. 09:28:15 Dr. Gonzales turns back to their desk, and when they notice the coffee cup has been moved they get up from their desk and lock their office door. They then dial security personnel to come to search their office. [END LOG] ENDING NOTE: After Dr. Gonzales reports having an intruder in their office, Epsilon-11 breaches their office and apprehends the instance of SCP-7051. VIDEO LOG DATE: 06/30/22 NOTE: The following video is the second of the only two recordings of SCP-7051 and its behavior. [BEGIN LOG] 12:38:52 Researcher Cowling is in his duel office with Researcher Vickers. They place a stack of papers on one side of their desk and walk over to their filing cabinet to unlock the drawer. 12:39:12 The stack of papers is seen sliding over approximately two feet across Researcher Cowling's desk. 12:40:53 Researcher Cowling turned back to their desk and when Researcher Cowling noticed the movement of the stack of papers, they questioned Researcher Vickers if they had moved the papers. 12:42:18 Researcher Vickers denies having moved the papers, and Researcher Cowling goes on without questioning them any further. [END LOG] Ending Note: The instance of SCP-7051 in the video was never found nor recovered. [ENTER LEVEL 05 ACCESS CODE] [WELCOME] MEETING OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL «BEGIN LOG» O5-12: Thank you for coming everyone. I know this meeting is sudden, but this requires our immediate attention. O5-12 begins handing copies of SCP-7051's data around. There is a moment of silence as members of the council skim through the paperwork and data. O5-2 What is this supposed to mean? O5-5: Are you trying to tell us that we're being watched right now? O5-12: Well, have you ever talked to yourself, Five? O5-5: Of course, everyone does that. O5-12: Yes, everyone! Everyone talks to themselves! O5-7: You're losing me here, Twelve. O5-12: Seven, have you ever placed something down and it wasn't where you thought you placed it? O5-7: Well yeah, duh, everyone does that-… oh… oh my… O5-6: I still don't get it. O5-1: Are you saying that we all have an invisible companion silently following us around wherever we go? O5-12: Exactly! The doors you leave open by accident and the keys that get misplaced before you come to work. Even talking to yourself can be explained by these entities. O5-11: We aren't talking to ourselves… we're talking to them… O5-2: Am I the only one who is going to ask where the proof of this phenomenon is? O5-12: It's all there in the files I've given you if you'd care to look. O5-13: How did we miss so much anomalous activity? O5-9: Because, if everyone thinks they accidentally misplace their keys or forget to close their front doors, then does it seem anomalous? O5-10: This is a Ticonderoga anomaly. There's no way to completely contain the anomaly. I don't see any reason to do so, since the anomaly has already integrated itself into the everyday life of humanity. O5-1: But if we were to do so, then what would the outcome be? O5-3: You're asking us as if it would even be possible. The data that Twelve has managed to gather tells us that these creatures aren't detectable to anything besides physical touch. For all we know, there could be twelve invisible creatures in this room and we wouldn't know it. O5-12: May I suggest a vote? O5-4: And what is it we are voting on, Twelve? O5-12: I suggest we vote on whether to treat this as a world-ending event or treat this as a Ticonderoga anomaly. O5-1: If we vote that this is an issue that must be handled, the veil will have to be broken and we will have to reveal ourselves to the public. O5-2: And if we vote to do nothing about this anomaly and simply classify it as Ticonderoga? COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: CONTAIN ABSTAIN TICONDEROGA O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED There is a murmur of agreement from the council members that voted to keep SCP-7051 as Ticonderoga and a grumble of outrage from the council members that voted to attempt to contain SCP-7051. O5-1: It is decided. This anomaly will be classified as Ticonderoga. This meeting adjourned. «END LOG» ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7051" by Jade_Crusader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7051. Licensed under CC-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-7052 | 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 Visual depiction of a spoon inserted into a rectum. 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 close Info X 63.91% (+301) 36.09% (-170) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-7052 Item #: SCP-7052 Special Containment Procedures: Any information about SCP-7052 leaked to the public must be censored. In case of widespread leaks, misinformation about the dangers of SCP-7052 will be released. Found instances of SCP-7052-1 are to be monitored and, if displaying unusual or dangerous behavior, contained in standard humanoid cells at the closest Site. SCP-7052-1-16 needs to be recovered as soon as possible. Show propaganda poster used in case of SCP-7052 outbreak – hide block The most common infographic used to transmit misinformation about SCP-7052 Description: SCP-7052 is the practice of inserting spoons in one's rectum. Although this action initially appears as irrational, it will result in numerous anomalous effects beneficial to the subject (hereinafter referred to as SCP-7052-1). These effects typically manifest within five to ten minutes after the insertion. The anomalies vary, although the following effects are always present: Increased sexual attraction towards SCP-7052-1 affecting people of gender based on SCP-7052-1's sexual orientation1 Improvement of SCP-7052-1's physical and mental abilities Sudden healing of SCP-7052-1's wounds, infections, and carcinomas Various ontokinetic effects that result in the enhancement of luck in SCP-7052-1's life - such as higher probability of winning lotteries and other chance-based competitions Improvement in mood The intensity of these effects depends on the depth of the insertion, as well as the number and size of spoons inserted. The most intense effects, reported at 12 standard silverware spoons, had strong ontokinetic properties. This instance, referred to as SCP-7052-1-9, was formerly a D-class member known as D-952674 (see Addendum-2). Addendum-1: List of known instances of SCP-7052-1 (excluding D-class personnel) Date of discovery Location Note 07/08/2015 Moscow Monitored; a successful Russian wrestler 01/22/2016 Site-19 An adult film actress; contained due to apparent anomalies 11/19/2018 Site-19 A researcher at Site-19 11/20/2018 Site-19 A researcher at Site-19 09/15/2020 Portland, OR Monitored; an American bus driver 01/15/2022 Osaka Monitored; a Japanese billionaire 05/27/2022 Site-83 A criminal; contained 09/01/2022 UNKNOWN A former researcher at Site-19 Addendum-2: Incident Iota Subject: D-952674 Procedure: Experimentation with high-intensity SCP-7052 Results: D-952674 had to be terminated due to extreme anomalies. Report: Dr. Lorenz: You will enter this room. We will give you some privacy. In there you will find a box full of spoons. Your task is to insert as many of them as you can in your rectum. D-952674 Oh. Of course, sure, okay, you're serious? Dr. Lorenz: Yes. Please proceed. [D-952674 enters the room for 40 minutes before emerging] Dr. Lorenz: Oh what the hell? Dr. Tawar: D-952674, please stop where you are! [D-952674 is levitating a meter above the floor, multiple spoons are orbiting around him, his eyes are glowing and changing colors, and objects around him are being deformed and transformed] D-952674: I have achieved godhood! [D-952674 sends a spoon flying towards the two researchers, which misses and skims closely to Dr. Lorenz's ear; the door behind D-952674 breaks away from its frame] Dr. Tawar: [in intercom] We need a response team at SGD-5 immediately! Dr. Lorenz: How many spoons did you stick in your ass?! [All electronic displays in the vicinity start showing the number 12] D-952674: Just enough. [D-952674 shoots two more spoons at Dr. Lorenz, penetrating his abdomen] Dr. Lorenz: Agh! Shit! Dr. Tawar: Where's the fucking team? [Dr. Tawar throws a chair in the direction of D-952674. Just before hitting D-952674, the chair transforms into a feather] D-952674: You can't get me. [Team of four heavily armed men enters the area and start shooting at D-952674, who seems unaffected by the bullets] ████████: What the fuck is this? ██████████: Move aside, everyone! [██████████ throws a hand grenade at D-952674. The explosion knocks D-952674 down to the ground] ██████████: Keep firing! [A spray of bullets flies towards D-952674 until he is static and the ontokinesis disappears] Addendum-3: Incident Theta Access SCiPNET Email? (2) new messages! Re:SUBJECT To: ten.pics|nilknarf#ten.pics|nilknarf (copy: You and (8) more) From: ten.pics|2nosirrah.nhoj#ten.pics|2nosirrah.nhoj Subject: Leave notice Dear supervisor Franklin, dear fellow researchers, I have decided to use SCP-7052 for my own benefit. I have inserted three spoons and then bought a lottery ticket, which I won. It saddens me that I must make this decision, but it is the best for all of us. I have left the Foundation and am going to live a discreet and peaceful life. Please do not look for me. Best Regards, John Harrison, PhD To: ten.pics|nilknarf#ten.pics|nilknarf (copy: You and (8) more) From: ten.pics|2nosirrah.nhoj#ten.pics|2nosirrah.nhoj Subject: RE:Leave notice Dear supervisor Franklin and researchers, I have unfortunately been captured by The Chaos Insurgency. Currently, I am in an unknown location, but I will try to find out information about my coordinates. I will NOT disclose anything about how I acquired my anomalous abilities, no matter what they do to me. Please look for me. Thanks and sorry, John Harrison, PhD As of 09/21/2022, no additional messages from Harrison (SCP-7052-1-16) have been received. Locating SCP-7052-1-16 is of the highest priority. Footnotes 1. This effect will likely be absent if SCP-7052-1 is asexual ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7052" by Jejenum46, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7053 | euclid | SCP-7053 manifestation during the Algerian Civil War. Item #: SCP-7053 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor social media for any posts regarding SCP-7053. Upon a SCP-7053 manifestation event, MTF Alpha-22 ("Zookeepers")1 will be dispatched. Due to the nature of SCP-7053’s manifestation, actions taken in response should be handled on a case-by-case basis. Description: SCP-7053 is a ~28,000 kg, 4 meter (13.1 ft) tall Giant Tortoise. A portion of SCP-7053's shell directly above the entity's head is missing, and a 105 mm M4 Howitzer protrudes out of this opening. SCP-7053 also has a .50 caliber Browning M2HB machine gun attached to the right side of its upper shell. SCP-7053 is capable of aiming and firing both of these weapons at will, and neither have a need for ammunition. All SCP-7053 manifestations thus far have materialized while smoking a 1.6 meter (5.3 ft) cigarette. Attempts to remove this cigarette have been met with hostility from SCP-7053. The rules that govern SCP-7053 manifestation are not entirely understood, however, the following criteria will increase the probability of a SCP-7053 manifestation event: The location of manifestation is located within the United States, or regions where the United States had a significant military presence during World War Two. There exists a clear entity or entities (henceforth referred to as the Target) which pose a significant threat to human life. Little or no United States military personnel are in the area. Following a SCP-7053 manifestation event, SCP-7053 will possess moderate knowledge of the Target, and believe it was dispatched to the area by the United States military with the purpose of neutralizing the Target. SCP-7053 has universally believed that the Target is either a member of or was created by the Wehrmacht.2 SCP-7053 has never shown any knowledge of prior manifestations of itself. Upon the Target's elimination, which can consist of neutralization, incapacitation, or imprisonment, SCP-7053 with demanifest. In the event that SCP-7053 is neutralized, the corpse of the entity will only demanifest if/when the Target is eliminated. Addendum.7053.1 On 04/09/2002, SCP-7053 manifested during a containment breach of SCP-0753. After containment failure, SCP-075 traveled to the nearby town of Amana, Iowa. MTF Alpha-22 was mobilized to recontain SCP-075, and SCP-7053 manifested during the ensuing engagement. The following video was recovered from the exterior security cameras of a local barbershop, transposed over radio communication during the battle. <Begin Log> The main street of Amana is relatively quiet, with 8 civilians on the sidewalk and another 3 eating on a bench outside of a Burger King. SCP-075 crawls out of a roadside water drain and, after briefly surveying its surroundings, leaps onto the head of a civilian (now identified as Gary Walder). Walder screams as his head liquifies. Other bystanders notice this and flee the scene as he runs into the street in a panic. A blue minivan swerves out of the way with a blaring honk, and as it screeches to a stop Walder expires. The man falls to the ground, and the liquid that once was his head forms a puddle around his corpse. SCP-075 throws itself at the vehicle at 98 km/h, shattering the windshield and latching on to the face of the occupant (Jane Howard). Two shrieks, one of a teenage male and the other of an infant female, are heard inside the van. As Howard's face disintegrates, two dark green Foundation humvees race down the road, and come to a halt about 300 feet from the car. The machine gunners atop both trucks train their guns on the van. An unmanned transport platform drives between the humvees and screeches to a halt in front of SCP-075. Three D-Class personnel are tied to the platform. Alpha-22-1: Command, we have eyes on the skip. Bait is in place. Commander Mayweather: Good copy. Do not engage the entity unless absolutely necessary, I am getting the object's attention now. Nothing happens for 12 seconds. More screams come from the car. Howard attempts pry SCP-075 from her face, with no success. Alpha-22-1: Should I be hearing something? Mayweather: It would seem the drone's horn is inoperable. Alpha-22-1: I can honk the truck's horn? Mayweather: Negative, that could cause 075 to target you. I have a safer method of drawing its attention. Mayweather switches frequencies to a radio on board the transport platform. Mayweather: Hello, D-444, 445, and 446. D-445: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING. D-444: Please please please I'll do any experiment you want! I can still be useful! God I don't deserve this! Mayweather: The Foundation would like to thank you for your years of service. To make your passing as comfortable as possible, I would recommend you keep your mouths closed. When your partners are terminated by SCP-075, portions of their liquified remains may fall into your mouth. Incoherent screams flood the street as the D-Class struggle against their restraints. Mayweather switches frequencies back to Alpha-22. Mayweather: SCP-075 should notice them soon. Alpha-22-1: Got it, ma'am. Howard's face fully liquifies, and she can be seen dripping into her seat. Her remains begin to seep from the bottom of the door. The teenager grabs the baby (Brody Howard and Anna Howard respectively), and flees out the back passenger door. SCP-075 turns it's attention to the distressed bait, who yell unintelligibly. SCP-075 slams through the driver seat door, which flies off its hinges and crashes into a nearby tree. A wave of liquid Jane Howard pours out. SCP-075 slithers through the puddle, scanning the platform for any danger. In a sudden move the anomaly pounces onto D-445, whose screams are muffled by SCP-075. Alpha-22-1: 075 has gone for the bait. We're heading to the containment zone now. Mayweather: Good. I'll tell the engineers to power up the humidity chamber. Brody Howard: Fuck off foot snail! Brody appears from behind the wreckage of his mother's car, wielding a handgun. He runs into the clearing and opens fire on SCP-075. All bullets miss, but one grazes D-444. At the sound of gunfire, SCP-075 jumps off of its victim and charges Brody. Brody dives out of the way, and SCP-075 throws itself into a nearby building. Alpha-22-1: Command, we have a complication. Mayweather: I can see the body cameras. Your inventory shows that -7 should have a taser. Fire on the boy and drag him out of the way. I'll draw the anomaly's attention back to the bait. Brody runs over to one of the humvees and waves both of his hands in the air. Brody Howard: What the hell are you guys waiting for! Shoot it! Alpha-22-7 exits the humvee and tases Brody. Alpha-22-1: Good job -7, grab him and get him in the truck. Alpha-22-7 runs over and pulls Brody into the truck, while a dazed SCP-075 emerges from the rubble of the building. SCP-075 faces the humvee and prepares to ram it, when SCP-7053 materializes about 400 feet behind the anomaly, and fires its main gun. SCP-075 darts out of the way right as the round hits the pavement, shattering the concrete and throwing shrapnel in all directions. SCP-7053: So, you're this new bioweapon Hitler cooked up? I don't buy it, what's all this hype for about a big snail with a foo- SCP-075 speeds towards SCP-7053's head. SCP-7053 fires its machine gun, and SCP-075 changes course, aiming for its left shell. SCP-075 rams SCP-7053 at 122 km/h. SCP-7053 is pushed upwards at an almost 90 degree angle, barely avoiding being flipped upside down, before falling back to the ground with a crushing thud. The fall shatters a nearby fire hydrant, and water spews into the air. SCP-7053 turns its head towards MTF Alpha-22, while continuing to fire on SCP-075 with its machine gun. SCP-7053's voice is mumbled as it tries to speak through it's cigarette. SCP-7053: Who the hell are you? The general told me there weren't any American troops here. Alpha-22-1: […] Mayweather: Say you're with the Canadian army, and you were also sent to investigate rumours of a Nazi supersoldier. Alpha-22-1: […] Mayweather: Just go with it. I could explain it to you, but you'll have to be amnesticized later anyway. Alpha-22-1 instructs one of the machine gunners, Alpha-22-4, to relay this to SCP-7053. SCP-7053: Well, hate to break it to you, but I don't think your peashooters are gonna do much against this thing. You should get civilians out of here. I saw a baby crying behind that car, and there were a few women holed up in that diner over there. SCP-7053 gestures to a nearby Burger King. SCP-075 rams SCP-7053 a second time, and while the anomaly is disoriented, SCP-075 races around and throws itself onto SCP-7053's head. Due to SCP-7053's large size SCP-075 only envelopes part of the object's face. SCP-7053 briefly flails around, before crashing its own head into the road's concrete, forcing SCP-075 off. SCP-7053 then jabs the entity with the burning end of its cigarette, and SCP-075 screeches in pain before jumping away. A black circle coats the area of contact. SCP-7053: Stop moving, you damn weasel!! SCP-7053 points its main gun directly at SCP-075, which recoils into its shell. SCP-7053 fires point-blank at the entity. Both entities are obscured by smoke. After a few seconds SCP-7053 curses and machine gun fire continues in the mist, followed by the sound of shattering glass. Alpha-22-1: Command, should I get the civilians out? Mayweather: No. Containing 075 is our priority, if you move to prot- […] Actually ignore that. The bait will be more effective if there are no civilians to distract the anomaly. Send -2 and -3 to escort them out of the area while 075 is distracted. After 7053 is terminated, we'll use the bait as planned. Alpha-22-1: Well, how do we know 075 won't be killed? I mean, the turtle is packing a lot of firepower. Mayweather: 075 can survive a direct hit from SCP-7053's howitzer. 075 will terminate 7053. Alpha-22-1: Okay, you're the boss. While SCP-7053 and SCP-075 battle in the smoke, Alpha-22-2 and -3 jump out of their respective humvees and make a break for the civilians. Both make sure to give the fighting a wide berth. Alpha-22-2 recovers Anna Howard, and is told to retreat off of the street and wait until SCP-075 is contained. As the mist begins to lift, SCP-7053 can be seen firing its howitzer at SCP-075. The shell misses and flies out of the mist, directly above Alpha-22-2's head, and slams into a nearby building. The explosion knocks Alpha-22-2 off his feet, and Anna Howard is thrown to the pavement. Shrapnel cuts three lacerations on Anna's face, left arm, and torso. The child's crying permeates the area, but is mostly drowned out by machine gun fire. After dodging the shell, SCP-075 leaps at SCP-7053, crashing into its machine gun. A metallic clang rings out across the battlefield, and the broken weapon falls to the pavement. SCP-7053: Okay little snail, NOW YOU'RE JUST PISSING ME OFF! SCP-7053 turns to face SCP-075 and fires its howitzer. SCP-075 flies out of reach, stopping a few feet from the recovering Alpha-22-2 and Anna Howard. SCP-075, while unharmed, has decreased in velocity and shows signs of fatigue. As Alpha-22-2 pulls himself up, SCP-075 leaps onto his face, forcing him back onto the pavement. His screams are muffled, both because of his mouth being covered by SCP-075 and also because his mouth is disintegrating. Alpha-22-1: Commander, permission to engage? The screams of Alpha-22-2 continue. SCP-7053 runs over to Alpha-22-2 and aims it's remaining weapon at SCP-075. SCP-7053: Canadians! I could use some help, shoot the bastard a few times to get it off of him, and I'll blast it again! Mayweather: Do not engage, your weapons will have no effect on the anomaly. All it would do is continue to draw 075's attention from the bait. SCP-7053 waits for Alpha-22 to fire for a few seconds, before turning it's head and glaring at the task force. SCP-7053: Do you have wax in your ears? You wanna help or not! Alpha-22 does not respond. Alpha-22-2's screams give way to an alien gurgling, and SCP-7053 looks back to the soldier. SCP-7053: Fucking canucks4, gotta do everything myself. SCP-7053 lumbers to the edge of the street and bites down on a stop sign. The anomaly pulls upwards, straining its neck as far as it can, before the sign is forcibly uprooted. SCP-7053 moves back to Alpha-22-2, holding the metal rod of the sign in its mouth. SCP-7053 draws it's head back and prepares to strike. SCP-7053: Get the hell off him, Nazi scum! SCP-7053 whirls its head around, bringing the red octagon of the stop sign crashing into SCP-075. The octagon is broken off of its pole and is sent flying, while the pole itself has a strong bent at the point of impact. SCP-075 is unaffected. SCP-7053 pulls the rod back, and strikes again. The pole shatters, but SCP-075 remains unaffected. Cursing, SCP-7053 drops the pole and bites down on SCP-075, lifts it into the air, and throws the entity into a brick wall. Crashing into the structure, SCP-075 finally releases Alpha-22-2. Alpha-22-2's face is partially liquified, and horribly disfigured. SCP-075 bounces off of the wall and speeds towards SCP-7053 at a much greater speed than previously. SCP-7053 fires its howitzer, which SCP-075 easily dodges. The entity breaks right, curves back to hit SCP-7053 on its side, jumps into the air, and punches through SCP-7053’s shell at 224 km/h. SCP-7053 screams in pain and starts to disintegrate from the inside out. Alpha-22-1: Well, I think that's it for the turtle. Mayweather: Agreed. Moving bait into position. The drone carrying the D-Class drives to the breach in SCP-7053's shell. SCP-7053 moves towards Anna Howard, picks her up and rolls her towards Alpha-22. Parts of SCP-7053's liquified interior begin to drip out of its shell. SCP-7053 hobbles towards Alpha-22-2, but its front left leg suddenly liquifies. SCP-7053 falls down with a splash, then pushes itself up with the remaining legs and limps to Alpha-22-2, grabbing him and tossing him next to Anna. SCP-7053: Get your soldier and the kid out of here! Find some Americans and tell them that Sherman sent you. Th- They'll send more men! The- They migh- [Incomprehensible] SCP-7053's head liquifies and melts to the ground. Alpha-22-7 hops out of his humvee and grabs Anna Howard and Alpha-22-2. What remains of SCP-7053's shell collapses, and SCP-075 emerges from SCP-7053. The drone drives through SCP-7053 and all D-Class scream while struggling against their restraints. SCP-075 pounces onto D-444, and the drone speeds down the road, followed by both Alpha-22 trucks. SCP-7053's liquified body begins to ooze into a roadside sewer drain, and after 6 minutes demanifests. <End Log> Following this video log, SCP-075 terminated D-444, D-445, and D-446 while the drone transported it into a Portable Humidity Chamber on the edge of Amana's main street. Humidity in the chamber was less than 1%, causing SCP-075 to enter its inactive state. Brody Howard and Anna Howard were both amnesticized, and the cover story of a car crash was used to explain Jane Howard's termination and Anna Howard's injuries. Alpha-22-2 suffered from blindness, deafness, and severe disfigurement before expiring from his injuries two hours after SCP-7053's termination. After containment of SCP-075 was re-established, SCP-7053’s corpse demanifested. Addendum.7053.2 The following letters were sent from Corporal Lee Williams to Linda Curin, during the former's deployment to Europe with the 112th Infantry Regiment in 1944. A full transcript is available upon request. November 5th, 1944 Dearest Linda, I hope everything back home is going well. I miss you more than you could imagine, and I really miss your beef stew! We got off of the boats a few days ago, and we won't be at the front for a few weeks. They did let us loose into the village though while the cars fueled up, and it was the most surreal experience! For a small village you'd be surprised how many shops have been set up, I guess to make some money from all of the army men coming off the boats. [Extraneous Information Removed] While we were in the town bar, which was getting a lot of patronage from all of the soldiers in town, a column of tanks rolled on by heading east. When the soldiers saw the whole bar erupted in cheers, like the stadium back home. Me and Larry went out to watch, along with a few other boys from the regiment. They really were hulking beasts, I'm sure you've seen pictures in the paper but they are an absolute marvel in person. Most of the people lost interest and went back inside after a few minutes, but after they did Larry spotted this little turtle on the ground crawling towards the column. One of the boys said he must have had a death wish but Larry thought he just wanted a closer look. I mean if we think tanks look giant imagine what they must look like from his point of view! Larry scooped him up and is carrying him around like a pet now. Not sure if the army will allow it, but I don't see any harm in it. Reminds me of your old man, always picking up new animals to take care of. I wish you the best, and I hope that we can end this war quickly so I can see you again. From, Lee December 29th, 1944 Dearest Linda, I hope this letter finds you well. Two months without your beef stew is beginning to take its toll, but I think I'll be able to pull through. In all seriousness, we're heading up north to the Ardennes, our boys are getting beaten pretty badly up there.5 We've linked up with some tanks, so having them around definitely soothes my nerves. [Extraneous Information Removed] In the truck we didn't really have anything to do but just wait around, so Larry thought to bring out Sherman (that's what we named the turtle from my last letter). Sherman was taking a nap and must've been really annoyed that we woke him, so he took a little nip at me when I tried to pet him! One of the boys thought that giving him a cigarette would cheer him up, so Larry pulled out one of his. The first time Sherman thought it was a treat and ate the cigarette, but after a few tries we were able to get him to hold it in his mouth, and I lit it for him. After some cheering, one of the guys said that this might not be safe for Sherman, but I mean come on, all the doctors say it's perfectly safe for people so what's the harm?6 Anyway, after this Larry let Sherman ride on one of the tanks accompanying us. Once we put him on the little guy ran to the front to check out the main gun, and then stayed there looking at it in wonder for a solid hour. We had to take him off once we started riding over some rocky ground, he almost fell off a few times, but I’m sure it was fun for him while it lasted. [Extraneous Information Removed] January 3rd, 1945 Dearest Linda, The fighting here is getting pretty bad. Larry took a bullet in the shoulder, they thought he'd be fine at first but it's gotten a nasty infection. The doctors say he's got a 50-50 shot if he keeps resting and takes some medicine they got for him. I saw a guy get blown apart by artillery the other day. That messed me up pretty bad. They took the tanks away to go fight somewhere else, apparently we aren't a very high priority. About a fifth of our number are dead or injured, and the Commander is telling us that fresh troops are coming in to reinforce in a few days. So that'll be great. If I'm still alive then. Also I got your christmas package the other day. A bit late, but honestly I'm glad it came now, I definitely needed it. That was some mind blowing beef stew. I love you, and I hope everything is going well at home. Say hello to Barb for me. Love, Lee Two days after this letter was sent, a German night attack overwhelmed 112th Infantry Regiment. After its commander was killed, the regiment lost cohesion and retreated in disarray. Despite a complete Allied rout, German forces did not pursue, and casualties were deemed to be within acceptable parameters. Soldiers fleeing the battle spread rumors of a large turtle that had stopped the German advance, but these were widely dismissed as the result of darkness and confusion on the battlefield. After The Battle of the Bulge ended, SCP-7053's corpse was discovered in a thicket of oak trees, surrounded by four destroyed panzers and nineteen corpses. Two of the corpses were located beneath SCP-7053, and the entity was likely attempting to shield them from German fire. One corpse was identified as Lee Williams, the identity of the other remains unknown. Two of SCP-7053's legs had been blown off, and its shell was breached in three places. A later autopsy of the anomaly revealed 137 bullets lodged into its skin. Agents of His Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP)7 were dispatched, and the corpse of SCP-7053 was recovered. Due to rumors of SCP-7053 being widely dismissed by those who heard them, use of hypnosuggestive agents8 was deemed unnecessary. After the surrender of Axis forces in Europe, SCP-7053's corpse demanifested. Following a second manifestation in 19519, the newly formed SCP Foundation officially designated the anomaly SCP-7053 and initial containment procedures were established. Footnotes 1. Mobile task force specialized in the containment of animal and animal-like anomalies. 2. Armed forces of Nazi Germany 3. A large snail-like Euclid anomaly that weighs 860 kg. SCP-075 is capable of secreting a corrosive substance, which it uses as a weapon to attack its victims. SCP-075 typically attacks by attaching itself to the face of a subject, and liquifying it through use of its anomalous properties. SCP-075 is much faster than would be expected of a large snail, and has been measured at speeds of up to 142 km/h (89 mph). 4. Slang term for Canadians. 5. Referring to the Battle of the Bulge, a German offensive in the Ardennes with the goal of stopping the Allied advance and regaining offensive momentum for the Germans. 6. An autopsy of SCP-7053 revealed the entity to be suffering from Stage III Lung Cancer. 7. Clandestine organization founded in London in 1889. Merged with the American Secure Containment Initiative to form the modern SCP Foundation in 1946. 8. Precursor to modern amnestics. Known for dangerous and potentially fatal side effects. 9. See Document 7053-61. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7053" by Akzal1231, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7053. Licensed under CC-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-7054 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7054 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets are to monitor media platforms where SCP-7054 is known to have purchased ad spaces to determine when and where SCP-7054 will next manifest. In the event that SCP-7054 manifests, a cover story is to be made to vacate the premises where SCP-7054 manifests no less than 12 hours before it enters baseline reality, and no Foundation personnel not specifically authorized by Level 4 or above research personnel or MTF-Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") Captain Gray Savoy may enter the building. As no means have been discovered for the permanent containment of SCP-7054 or the entities therein, Foundation efforts are instead to be directed towards disrupting the revenue of the establishment as a means to force it to vacate baseline reality. Description: SCP-7054 refers to an extradimensional retail bar that will manifest in vacant lots or open areas in major metropolitan areas or other population centers in our baseline reality. It is roughly 75 sq m, and possesses exterior decor consistent with that of a 19th-century Irish homestead. A hanging sign by the front entrance reads "Peter's Pop-Up Pub." SCP-7054 is frequented by humanoid patrons hailing from other realities, as well as other anomalies known to the Foundation that possess extra or interdimensional properties. The means by which it attracts these entities is unknown, however, the establishment is known to purchase ad spaces in SCP-5402-1, an interdimensional newspaper, as well as other nonanomalous media such as The Boston Globe, The Moscow Times, The San Francisco Chronicle and others depending on where it manifests. With the exception of the patrons, the interior of SCP-7054 primarily resembles a nonanomalous Irish pub, with a single room divided into a bar and dining area. Among the furniture is a pool table, as well as a black-and-white television set. The tv is often set to sports channels from other realities, which primarily play rugby and soccer matches featuring extradimensional humanoid athletes. SCP-7054-1 refers to a humanoid entity that acts as the barkeeper and self-professed owner of SCP-7054. It appears as a rotund male in his late forties and stands approximately 1.7 m tall. SCP-7054-1 regularly dons attire consistent with bartenders of the late 19th to early 20th century, such as a formal vest, bow tie, and apron. It speaks with a thick Irish accent, and will refer to itself as "Pete." SCP-7054-1 possesses the ability to brew alcoholic beverages which have varied anomalous properties. These beverages possess the collective designation of SCP-7054-1-A, and include, but are not limited to, the following: Drink Properties Price Adam's Apple Cider A glass of spiked apple cider that temporarily raises the drinker's intelligence. SCP-7054-1 claims to have procured the ingredients for this beverage from an individual named "Uriel." 7.99 USD Blue Comrade A blue beverage otherwise similar to a White Russian. The drinker will grow a thick set of facial hair and espouse communist slogans until the alcohol wears off. 6.99 USD Double Vision A glass of lager that, when consumed, causes others to view two images of the drinker, similar to the effects of diplopia.1 4.99 USD Great Scotch! A glass of Scotch that, when consumed, causes the drinker to view an event from the perspective of themselves two to three years in the past. 7.99 USD Liquid Courage A beverage served in a shot glass that temporarily improves the singing talent of the drinker. SCP-7054-1 often offers this beverage at a discounted price on karaoke night. 4.99 USD Lovecraftian Lager Lager served in a container composed of an unidentified green, organic material shaped to resemble a cup. When served, a series of prehensile tentacles will sprout from the sides of the cup and walk it across the bartop to the drinker. It invokes an intense feeling of euphoria when consumed. However, sufficiently intoxicated drinkers will suffer severe hallucinogenic effects and may claim to have witnessed how they will die while under the drink's influence. 9.99 USD Screaming Suds A tin beer can of a nonexistent brand. It possesses a makeshift face consisting of googly eyes and a pipe cleaner mouth hot glued to its front. Upon being opened, the can will become animate and plead with the drinker not to consume it. 4.99 USD Shaken, Not Stirred A martini cocktail that causes the drinker to speak with a traditionally upper-class British accent. 8.99 USD Tropic Thunder Spiked juice served in a hollowed-out pineapple. When consumed, it causes the drinker to believe themselves to be relaxing on a beachside and invokes feelings of physical warmth and relaxation. 7.99 USD SCP-7054-1 is believed to be the entity responsible for moving SCP-7054 across realities and locations, however the means by which it accomplishes this are unknown. SCP-7054-2 is a mechanical bronze automaton that is humanoid in design. It is 2.3 m tall, and dons attire similar to SCP-7054-1, who refers to it as "The Bouncer." The entity is anomalously strong and resilient to physical damage, and does not appear to be sentient. SCP-7054-1 may summon it to remove unruly patrons from the premises. Addendum 7054.1: Discovery 04/24/2022: An instance of SCP-5402-1 recovered by MTF-Lambda-8 ("Newsies") was found to contain an advertisement that read as follows: PETER'S POP-UP PUB It's Beer O'Clock in Earth-13, because Peter's Pop-Up Pub, the oldest transdimensional bar and eatery in the cosmos, is coming to Boston, Massachusetts! Now with a B+ health rating from the Interdimensional Culinary Coalition! Keep an eye out for us on Brookline Avenue this Friday! On Thursday, March 28, Foundation assets in the Massachussetts Office of Public Safety and Inspections (OPSI) closed Brookline Avenue under the cover story of a sewage leak. At 7:00 AM EST, SCP-7054 manifested on the street. Two hours after its first appearance, MTF-Lambda-14 were sent inside on an investigative mission. Bodycam footage revealed an assortment of anomalous humanoid patrons, none of which were then known to the Foundation database. The majority of the entities looked up to acknowledge MTF-Lambda-14's entrance, however quickly disregarded them. SCP-7054-1, who was polishing a glass, instructed the agents to leave their tactical weapons on the coat rack by the front entrance. MTF Agent Blaskowitz was instructed by team leader Savoy to question SCP-7054-1, leading to the following interaction: Blaskowitz: Sir, are you aware that you are tresp– SCP-7054-1: Uh-uh lad, conversation ain't free. [Gestures to the menu above its head] Pick your fancy son, this is a business after all. Blaskowitz: [Peruses the list of drinks] I'll, uh… Just a club soda, thanks. SCP-7054-1: Not feeling very brave, are ye'? No judging, we've served lightweights all over the cosmos. [SCP-7054-1 snaps its fingers. A nonanomalous club soda manifests in front of Agent Blaskowitz] You use the dollar, yeah? That'll be a buck fifty. Blaskowitz: Sir, are you aware you're trespassing into this reality? SCP-7054-1: Tresspassing smeshpassing, I've been running this business since your great-grandpappy was wearin' nappers. Wherever someone needs some comfort food with a drink, Peter's Pop-Up Pub ain't gonna be far behind. Blaskowitz: Peter's Pop-Up Pub. So does that make you–? SCP-7054-1: Pete, at your service. Blaskowitz: Okay, so "Pete," exactly how long do you intend to stay here? SCP-7054-1: Long as there's business. Some o' our most loyal barflies are from the thirteenth, we're practically a Boston staple. So I don't think you're gonna shoo us out anytime soon. Blaskowitz: Uh-huh. So… say there wasn't any business. Just hypothetically speaking, what if the road you were on got shut down, or nobody could enter? SCP-7054-1: [Furrows his brow] Are you tryin' ta extort me, laddie? Military men or no, I ain't gonna let some black-clad chancers like you lot run me outta business. Blaskowitz: [Radios in] Site, prepare a temporary containment cell, this might get hostile. SCP-7054-1: Oh, I'll show you "hostile." [Puts its fingers to its mouth and lets out a shrill whistle] Time fer you ta leave, you lot of gobshites. [SCP-7054-2 emerges through a set of double doors behind the bar area. MTF-Lambda-14 opens fire on the entity to no effect. SCP-7054-2 proceeds to pick the agents up two at a time and throw them outside through the front entrance] SCP-7054-1: [Yelling from inside] And stay out, you sorry saps! [SCP-7054-1 snaps its fingers. SCP-7054 demanifests immediately thereafter] Leader Savoy: That certainly could have gone better. But, for the time being, I think we've found a fairly effective means to contain this entity. Whatever that bartender really is, it regards itself as a businessman. As long as we can disrupt its source of revenue, it shouldn't be too difficult to boot it back out of our reality. Addendum 7054.2: Since incident 7054.1, SCP-7054 has been encountered in our baseline reality on three more occasions, listed below: 06/05/2022 SCP-7054 manifests on Tverskaya Street in Moscow, Russia. 08/28/2022 SCP-7054 manifests on Market Street in San Francisco, California. 12/25/2022 SCP-7054 manifests on Grafton Street in Dublin, Ireland. All drinks are offered half off for a Christmas special. On all three occasions, agents of MTF-Lambda-14 were sent undercover into SCP-7054 disguised as patrons to collect further data on the establishment and the entities within. There have been no further incidents thus far. At the approval of Site-19 Director B███, MTF-Lambda-14 sent three undercover agents(Agent(s) Blaskowtiz, Sawyer, and Gregory) into SCP-7054 during its manifestation on December 25, 2022 with approximately 1,300 USD in discretionary spending. There they procured instances of SCP-7054-1-A to be distributed at the then-upcoming Site-19 New Year's Eve party. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7055 | neutralized | Item#: 7055 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Incident-Selmsdorf is to be portrayed as a wildfire to the public. The area affected by Incident-Selmsdorf is not to be reforested. Description: SCP-7055 was the collective term for two trees1 separated along the Inner-German Border from 1971 to 1990, designated SCP-7055-W (West) and SCP-7055-E (East). SCP-7055-W and SCP-7055-E were sentient, and able to communicate via Morse code (by making “tapping” noises2). SCP-7055-W and SCP-7055-E were ideologically similar to the nations they presided in, with SCP-7055-W being western aligned, and SCP-7055-E being the opposite. This ultimately ended up causing political strife between the two trees, which culminated in Incident-Selmsdorf, following the collapse of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics in 1991. Open Incident-Report Selmsdorf Close Incident-Report Selmsdorf Foreword: This devolved into "war", in which, via unknown means, both SCP-7055 instances were set aflame. Following roughly 10 minutes of burning, both instances violently exploded. Altercation was logged and decoded by personnel assigned to SCP-7055. SCP-7055-W: It seems the Russians have finally grown brains. SCP-7055-E: No, they were simply uprooted by a Treedovik scrooge. SCP-7055-W: The Communist treembles before Western might, unable to escape from the bark ages and follow modern treends. SCP-7055-E: Treed carefully Capitalist. SCP-7055-W: No. This will be a domino treeffect, soon your treeacherous government will fall too. SCP-7055-E: Is that a threeat? SCP-7055-W: Also no. It's a promise if you continue your treespasses against me. SCP-7055-E: Look friend, you're barking up the wrong tree right now. You are also violating our treety, so let's leaf this all behind, yeah? SCP-7055-W: Concidering recent treevents, that treety is void. SCP-7055-E: What? SCP-7055-W: It's finally time for this treechery to end, Communism is a parasite, and there is only one treetment for parasites. I have mobilized all branches of my militree. Today, the Boreal Wall will fall! SCP-7055-E: Treetorous Westerners, you lot always betreey those different from you. If it's a war you want, it's a war you're gonna get. SCP-7055-W: This is it: World War Tree. The newest entree to the ultimate treelogy of histree…And I can guarantree you it will be a Western victree. Another oakellant victory to end the centree- and another pineful failure for communist scum. SCP-7055-E: Oakay, how about we teak a step back…We can solve this quarrel if we simply eliminate the root of the problem at hand. SCP-7055-W: Stop with the flattree, I'm done attempting to negotiate with someone who has such extreemist beleafs. SCP-7055-E: Prepostreeous! You're just another fascist, another weak sap from Austreeia, a fool! I walnut stand by as you corrupt the people! As you refuse to discuss aldernatives, you leave me no choice! Today, yew and your aristoakcratic rule will end today! Area surrounding SCP-7055 in flames following Incident. Footnotes 1. Both trees being Fraxinus excelsior 2. It is unknown how these noises were produced ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7055" by MrIverson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7055. Licensed under CC-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: fire Name: Waldbrand-Bodenfeuer Author: Tilo License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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More by this author! Item#: SCP-7056 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: sapientia Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7056 instance, in situ, Site-43 Archives and Revision Section. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7056 is to be employed for the foreseeable future. Investigations into its origins will continue until a final determination is made. No attempt to neutralize SCP-7056 will be authorized at this time..Sapientia-class anomalies are entangled with human intelligence, and therefore cannot be contained. The use of alternative iconography is forbidden; Cliometria.aic will monitor all 43NET filespaces to ensure that this directive is conformed to. Fig. 1, SCP-7056. Description: SCP-7056 is the crest of Research and Containment Site-43 (Fig. 1). It depicts the outline of Lake Huron, where the Site is situated, backgrounded by eight diagonal stripes. The stripes match the colour profile and respective proportions of those in the Philadelphia Pride Flag, created in 2017. SCP-7056 was drafted by Dr. V.L. Scout in 1943, and has gone unchanged since that date. This incongruity has not been resolved, but does not represent the crest's primary anomalous feature. Fig. 2, altered SCP-7056. SCP-7056 is the only iconographic representation of Site-43 which carries the weight of authority behind it. Severe variations (see below) will not be perceived by Foundation staff as 'official'. This invalidation will extend to the contents of any documents to which the altered crest is appended. The brief adoption of a streamlined crest in late 2020 (Fig. 2) produced only mild disorientation in personnel, though the effect was notable enough to bring SCP-7056 to the Foundation's attention. Restoration of the original crest partially reversed this effect, though personnel continued to regard the affected documents with suspicion for a significant period of time thereafter. Fig. 3, altered SCP-7056. Alterations preserving the overall conceptual integrity of the design do not fully compromise its authority. These include: altering the angle of the stripes; omitting the Site's designation in wraparound text; imprinting the crest with a simplified designation (Fig. 3); simplifying the outline of the lake. Each of the above will induce, at maximum, mild discomfort in Site-43 personnel in isolation. This effect is cumulative with each alteration. Alterations infringing on the crest's conceptual integrity will progressively erode its authority. These include: Fig. 4, non-authoritative crest. incorporating new iconography (Fig. 4);. omitting the stripes (Fig. 5); including the stripes in monochrome, rather than colour; altering the colours of the stripes; omitting the lake silhouette. Alterations to the stripes are the most severe, almost always totally neutralizing the crest's representative power. The effect is again cumulative; examples contravening multiple elements of the original design will produce rejection reactions in Site-43 personnel and will confuse personnel from other Foundation facilities. No amount of mnestic reinforcement, deprogramming or reprogramming will prevent such reactions. Fig. 5, non-authoritative crest. Memetics and Countermemetics personnel initially believed that an intentional memetic effect had been deployed, potentially by a hostile Group of Interest, and suggested the complete retirement of the crest. Experimental data suggested that this would immediately nullify the conceptual existence of Site-43 in the minds of its staff. Experimental data also suggests that the crest, when rendered correctly, generates strong feelings of fraternal association among Site-43 personnel, similar to the sense of comfort and security imparted by the Frontispiece effect on the crest of the Foundation itself. The possibility that this was a cryptomantic glamour created by PoI-382, whose work was adapted to create the Frontispiece, is complicated by its having come into existence over two decades too early. Investigation into the City of Philadelphia and the design firm responsible for the Philadelphia Pride Flag, Tierney, produced no evidence of anomalous activity. No individual responsible for the flag's design, nor the designs of the flags preceding it, could be in any way connected to Site-43, its enemies or its allies. Dr. Scout's recorded rationale for the design makes no mention of any outside inspiration. The crest's anachronistic design elements must therefore be considered a temporal anomaly. Philadelphia Pride Flag. It was soon determined that the perennial disregard in which the Site's Employee of the Month Awards were held was likely a manifestation of this same effect, as a variation on the crest omitting the stripes was used thereon; it had previously been assumed that staff were merely engaging in typical nonconformance to forced recognition programs. Three decades of disdain had rendered the program moot by 2019, when it was discontinued (save for a single honourary certificate issued in early September of 2020.) The final Site-43 Employee of the Month Award. Investigation of this anomaly's origins will continue for the foreseeable future. As it has apparently been embedded in the human subconscious to an extreme degree, however, efforts must not be oriented toward neutralization unless absolutely necessary. Hey, Dr. Blank. I see you're reviewing SCP-7056! The roundtable discussion is about to begin in the main conference room. » Can you transcribe it for me, Clio? I'm swamped here. Sure thing! Realtime transcription will appear below. SCP-7056 Roundtable Transcript Site-43 Personnel: Dir. Allan J. McInnis Dr. Lillian S. Lillihammer, Memetics and Countermemetics (Chair) Dr. Udo A. Okorie, Applied Occultism (Chief) Dr. Ilse D. Reynders, Acroamatic Abatement (Chief) Dr. Geneviève Voclain, Archives and Revision (Researcher) Visiting: Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate, Site-87 Pataphysics Department (Senior Researcher) <Transcript begins.> Dr. Lillihammer: It's not pataphysical. Good afternoon, everyone. Dr. McDoctorate: Wow. All right. Dir. McInnis: Good afternoon. Dr. McDoctorate: Why can't it be pataphysical? Dr. Lillihammer: The nerve of this guy. At least wait for me to introduce the topic. Dr. McDoctorate: But— Dr. Lillihammer: We're debating the origins of what we're apparently calling the Site-43 crest now, because we're too spooky to just have a logo like everyone else. Dr. Okorie: Yes, let's not call it a crest. Let's call it a sigil. 'Sigil' carries occult implications. Dr. Lillihammer: It's not magic. Dr. McDoctorate: You don't know that. And why didn't magic get a prefatory dismissal the way pataphysics did? Dr. Lillihammer: Because I can do a little magic, so I respect it more. Dir. McInnis: Can someone please actually introduce the topic? Dr. Lillihammer: Let the newbie do it. Dr. Voclain: Uh, sure. I'm not that new, but, uh… the Site-43 crest is the only symbol representing this facility which people actually recognize and respect. Anomalously so. And it features iconography which wouldn't be invented for between thirty and fifty years after we started using it. Dr. Reynders: So time travel, at the very least. Dr. McDoctorate: It's more of a conceptual thing. Dr. Reynders: Concepts can time travel. Dr. McDoctorate: That is a fascinating sentence, and I would like to— Dr. Lillihammer: Focus up. Time travel is one possibility. Retroactive alteration is another. Dr. Reynders: Which would be ontokinetics on an extreme scale. I very much doubt Wynn Rydderech could manage that, even in his most lucid state, and he's one of the most powerful reality benders we know. The scale of this is obscene, as hopefully we'll get into. Dr. Lillihammer: Oh, we'll get into the obscenities alright. Dr. Reynders: I can't see anyone capable of employing an effect this tremendous on something so seemingly trivial as our crest. Dr. Okorie: Sigil. And if that someone was a thaumaturge, well, our rules are somewhat different. Dr. Lillihammer: Stupid. The word you're looking for is 'stupid'. Dr. Okorie: Sure, why not. The rules of magic are stupid. And I could see a thaumaturge too stupid to really get how the rules work, more power than sense, intervening to create these memetic effects in the present day, screwing up, and accidentally achieving something retrocausal they couldn't then fix. Dr. Reynders: Of course, time travel is retrocausal without recourse to the unusual. Dr. Okorie: Except time travel. Dr. Reynders: Yes. Dir. McInnis: If we assume that we're dealing with one of those two possibilities as the cause, what might be the reason? Dr. Voclain: Depends who did it, I guess? Dr. Lillihammer: Not useful. Figure out the meaning first, then you can figure out whose meaning it is. Who benefits from this? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Voclain: Well… we do. Dr. Okorie: Site-43 does. Yeah. Dir. McInnis: I've seen the reports from every Section, and I would agree. The crest, or sigil, has a measurable influence on group cohesion and solidarity. Our people feel more comfortable than the norm at other facilities, with each other and themselves, and that can't all be down to the Nexus effect. Dr. Lillihammer: Please let's not talk about that again. Dir. McInnis: Then talk about this: did the positive aspects emerge before the association with the Pride flag emerged? To wit, before the Pride flag existed? <Dr. Reynders unclips a ceramic button from her labcoat, and places it with care on top of her scarf on the meeting room table.> Dr. Reynders: This is one of the earliest pieces of solid iconography we struck off. In fact, I think this is the third button ever made — Vivian and Wynn took the first two, naturally. I liked the look of it, for sure, but I didn't really understand what it could possibly represent. Dr. Okorie: Did you ask Scout at the time? Dr. Reynders: Of course. He said… let me try and make this precise, it's been eighty years exactly… Dr. McDoctorate: One generation. Dr. Lillihammer: I'd still remember it instantly. Dr. McDoctorate: I know you would. Dr. Reynders: "It represents the possibility of growth, both for us and for the spectrum of our self-knowledge. It will only become more relevant over time. Trust me." And I did, but I didn't much like being fobbed off, as I recall. Dr. Okorie: Yeah, it's a lovely sentiment but it's also obviously a dodge. Designed to explain the thing away without really explaining it. Dr. Voclain: I don't know, I think there might be something to it? Dir. McInnis: A&R found something? Dr. Voclain: Yes. <Dr. Voclain pages through her notes.> Dr. Voclain: Personnel records in the forties weren't nearly so granular as they've been in the age of computers, so it's great to get Dr. Reynders' firsthand account. It confirms the trend we've found. Dr. Okorie: Which is? Dr. Voclain: As Director Scout said, the coherence effect experienced by our staff has been intensifying over time. Increasingly regularly from 1943 onward… Dr. Reynders: Or does it have one hundred percent strength now, attenuated backward— Dr. McDoctorate: —from when we are now, near its temporal point of origin— Dr. Lillihammer: —toward the date when, from our perspective, it originates? Dr. Okorie: That was creepy, don't do that again. Dir. McInnis: Perhaps if only one of you explained… Dr. Okorie: They're saying that the stripes project their meaning through time from the present day into the past, in proportion to the… strength? Of the identities they represent. Dr. Voclain: Actually, Dr. Blank's provided a summary of the relevant historical literature which should help with this. Dr. McDoctorate: Where is Dr. Blank, anyway? I wanted to meet him. Dr. Lillihammer: Somebody probably warned him. Dr. McDoctorate: Hey. Dr. Voclain: Ah, so, here's what he says. "Gender and sexual roles have evolved across many cultural contexts over the course of human civilization to account for the reality of lived experience. The precise formulations represented by the Pride flag only acquired their present definitions over the last few decades, as control over individual and collective identities was reclaimed from state and societally dominant actors. The postwar inclination towards boxing personas up, cataloguing and pathologizing them, had previously enabled the transformation of sexual practice into sexual personhood — the existing fluidity of sexual activity and gender was forcibly curtailed by scientific and pseudoscientific interventions seeking to sort humanity into compartmentalizable types, and enforce strict role performance." Dr. Lillihammer: Just what we needed, a cisplanation. Dr. Voclain: "As the scientific consensus expanded and society liberalized, however, these categories were reclaimed by extant communities or as the basis for new ones representing sexual and gender demographics, clarifying and strengthening the associations which the stripes on the flag speak to." Ah, sorry, go ahead? Dr. McDoctorate: Sorry, sorry. Had to interrupt. This is excellent. This makes perfect sense. Dr. Lillihammer: It's not pataphysical. Dr. McDoctorate: No, it isn't. It's noetic… actually, strike that. It's semiontological. Dr. Okorie: I understand each new term less than the last. Dr. Lillihammer: Everything looks like a semiohazard when all you have is an abstracted identity. Dr. McDoctorate: Since you brought it up, that's an excellent example. I cannot be perceived as anything less ridiculous than Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate, thanks to the INTEGER semiohazard. That's what we're talking about, perception. The semiosphere defines the sensory parameters of sentience — smell, sight, taste, sound, vision, all of it. Most of the data our bodies receive is selected out of our attention, and only very specific configurations reach the parts of our brain which actually process experience and form conceptual associations out of it. Dr. Lillihammer: Do you regret asking, yet? Dr. McDoctorate: It would appear that the semiosphere, the very realm of human perception, has been altered in such a way as to only allow one particular configuration of this symbol to be perceived as 'authoritative' or 'correct', and to heavily discourage the perception of alternate configurations in association with Site-43. This effect then bled into the noosphere, the realm of sapient cognition as it presently exists in this time and space, where it has settled. Dr. Okorie: So it lives in the spiritus mundi. Dr. McDoctorate: If you want to get mystical, sure. Dr. Okorie: I am a witch. Dr. Lillihammer: Me too, high five. Dr. McDoctorate: I could tell you what I know about the known and theorized spheres beyond the semiosphere as well, but that gets us into territory where— Dr. Lillihammer: Pataphysics. Dr. McDoctorate: —Lillian interrupts me, and we escape the scope of this conversation. Dr. Okorie: Okay, this introduces a new problem. How can we tell whether the sigil is anomalous, or our perception of it is? Dr. McDoctorate: We're assuming that it represents the identity spectrum it symbolically portrays, yes? Dir. McInnis: Yes. Dr. McDoctorate: Well, if what Dr. Blank's message claims is true, is true, then the crest-slash-sigil was introduced into the semiosphere because that was its only viable environment at the time. It's easy enough to test whether the effect is primarily semiohazardous: when you think of the crest, do you see the coloured stripes? Dr. Okorie: Of course. Dr. McDoctorate: Can you think of it without the coloured stripes? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Okorie: No. Wow. Dr. Reynders: Amazing. Dr. Voclain: Ouch. Dr. Lillihammer: I can, sort of, but I'm special. Dr. McDoctorate: Don't we know it. But even you can't perceive me as anything but Ph. McD, and the rest can't see the sigil without seeing the stripes as well — and if you don't see the stripes, you aren't seeing the sigil, or receiving its perceptual baggage. So yes, it's a semiohazard. It's a semiontological constant gradually moving into the noosphere as well, as the metaphorical water warms. Dr. Lillihammer: Someone peed in the pool of ideas, you mean. Dr. McDoctorate: No, I… jeez. Wow. I mean the noosphere as an environment wasn't prepared to receive these concepts, because the sexual identities existing in the world weren't the precise ones it indicates, and it indicates them very precisely. The bulk of the sigil made it into the noosphere intact, but its power and the signal strength of the stripes only started coming through properly as the relevant identities cohered in the real world. It only partially functioned until all the elements were there to make it work properly. Like— Dr. Lillihammer: Like an executable that only works when it's in the same directory as its supporting files. Dr. McDoctorate: Yes! Exactly! Precisely! Think of it as… transitioning a program from an external server to an internal one. All the concepts need to be in both locations for it to operate in both locations. That explains why it only started really working properly in recent years. Dr. Lillihammer: It's also totally correct. That's the right explanation. Dr. Okorie: Oh? Dr. Lillihammer: I'm being coached in cryptomancy by the world's oldest memetic thaumaturge. Dr. Okorie: Thilo Zwist. Dr. Lillihammer: I know how he sees the realm of ideas, when he chooses to. He can glimpse what you're calling the noosphere and semiosphere, Place, and make minor alterations to them. Additions, even. It's not easy, but he can do it. The first time he did it was an accident, and the second time, he did it for us. And he told me that he saw the logo when it first arrived, but he could only understand some of it. The outline. The lake. One or two of the stripes. He's seen it fill in over time. He thought he was just growing in his own understanding, but it's a much better fit for what you're saying. Dr. Okorie: So… Thilo did this? Dr. Lillihammer: He says he didn't. Dr. Okorie: That makes sense. Dir. McInnis: Why? Dr. Okorie: Because it took twenty-six thaumaturges— yes, Ilse? Dr. Reynders: Thaumatologists. It was 1969. <Dr. Okorie smiles.> Dr. Okorie: Right, you were there. Dr. Reynders: Only in spirit. Dr. Okorie: It took twenty-six thaumatologists and a truly absurd Oriykalkos crystal generator to implement the Frontispiece, and that badly wiped those people out. Some of them were never quite the same again. One of them lost their talents entirely. This semiontological insertion is much more complex; the working would certainly have been fatal to its practitioner, who would need to be the most capable cryptomancer humanly possible. Perhaps even inhumanly. Dir. McInnis: And to remove it? Dr. Okorie: No. Dr. Lillihammer: No. Dr. McDoctorate: No. Dir. McInnis: Why not? Dr. McDoctorate: Because it is inextricably wound into the perceptual framework of all higher thought, ridiculous as that sounds. The ultimate in memetic overkill — it bypasses memetics entirely, in fact. Removing it would be like lobotomizing the entire human race. Dr. Okorie: We have strictures in place, admonishments against even trying to do something like that. They were formalized after the Frontispiece was implemented. We can no longer add things to the spiritus mundi, and we absolutely, positively cannot attempt to remove things from it. Dr. Lillihammer: Absolutely positively mostly. Dir. McInnis: Yes, the Council may see things differently. The Frontispiece was created by us, to protect us, in service of our goals. This? We don't know. Dr. Reynders: Maybe this was us too, only not yet. Time travel, remember? Dir. McInnis: That begs the question of why we would ever feel the sigil is so important as to risk implanting it in human cognition. Dr. Okorie: Maybe it was to stop the Foundation from being homophobic. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Lillihammer: The Foundation isn't homophobic. And it isn't transphobic. And don't go saying it was the logo that did that. We follow the science, and we always have, and the science is settled. Dr. Okorie: We also hog most of the good scientists, and always have, and as a result the global scientific consensus lags behind us by a significant margin, perpetuating inequalities we know to be irrational. Dr. Lillihammer: That's not entirely fair. We leak our non-anomalous findings — to Kinsey, for example — and plenty of our researchers have day jobs beyond the Veil where they put what they know to good use in the public sphere. Dr. Okorie: Sure, I guess. We still don't put in any work to help humanity as a whole get with the scientific program as regards human identity. Kinsey was how many decades ago? 43 does more than the Foundation at large, just by virtue of Dr. Scout's mandate that the staff base represent as wide a range of experiences as possible — and the Council has repeatedly clamped down on that. Dr. Lillihammer: If you keep up this tangent, they're going to think we've been infected by hyperliberalism again. But seriously, Udo, come on. It's not enough that our secret world government respects their employees' pronouns? You expect them to lead a worldwide identity revolution? You know the Foundation does gender affirming care solely because happy workers are better workers. Dr. Okorie: That's kind of my argument? Dr. Lillihammer: I guess I kind of agree, then? Dr. Reynders: I'm sorry to intercede, but I think you have both inadvertently arrived at the actual explanation. Dr. Lillihammer: I don't do anything inadvertently, Ilse. Dr. Reynders: Yes, alright. Go on, then. Tell them what it means. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Lillihammer: Oh, shit, actually. Dr. Reynders: Yes. Dr. Lillihammer: Oh, actual shit. You're right. Fuck shit piss. Dir. McInnis: This is less than edifying. Dr. Lillihammer: The logo encourages group cohesion and the recognition of diversity, along lines specifically relevant to the Site-43 context. And it's fast-acting. You feel it too, newbie, right? Dr. Voclain: I'm not new. But yes, I felt it at full strength when I started here a few years ago. It's not just long-term personnel. Dr. Lillihammer: So it's not gradual, but categorical. It operates in accordance with the diversity of the Site's personnel base, their breadth of personhood. But— <Dr. Lillihammer gestures to Dr. Reynders.> Dr. Reynders: —not in accordance, precisely, with the Foundation at large or its ideological praxis, such as exists. Dir. McInnis: The words "SCP Foundation" appear in the sigil. Dr. McDoctorate: And removing them does nothing. Dr. Okorie: Wait, I see it too. It's the local context that matters. Dr. Lillihammer: Yes. Oh, god. Dr. McDoctorate: Yes! Dr. Okorie: The sigil is meant to enhance solidarity at Site-43 not in isolation, not for its own sake, but potentially against the rest of the F— Dir. McInnis: I need to make a call. We're adjourning for the moment. Thank you. <Transcript ends.> Sorry, Dr. Blank. I've lost the feed. Did you want me to upload this fragment to the server? » No, thank you, Clio. It's incomplete, so you should delete it. Delete the record of the meeting, and then clear it from the 43NET cache and the security database, and then erase it from your own memory, and then delete these messages. In that order. I'll need the Director's permission to do that, sir, and— oh. He's already supplying it right now! I guess I'm who he needed to call. Okay, then! Transcript deleted, cache cleared, and finally… …what were we talking about? « Nx-143 | Words of Power and Poison | Harry Birthday » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7056" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7056. Licensed under CC-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-7057 | euclid | close Info X SCP-7057: A Person? Hello! I’m back again with another SCP! This time it’s only ~3k words so it was finished a bit faster 😉 This one is kinda to make sure 7805 has almost zero redacteds (lol), but it's also my attempt at making an EVERSOR skip. Hope y’all enjoy! SITE-549 TERMINAL Login required. Please insert username and password: Accessing Site-549 database… Database reached. (Time elapsed: 19.32s) Searching for "SCP-7057"… 3 Items Found: ARCHIVED - SCP-7057 (Last updated: 7/6/2016) ARCHIVED - SCP-7057 (Declassified) (Last updated: 6/12/2022) CURRENT VERSION - SCP-7057 (Last updated: 25/2/2023) __ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7057" by FacelessPolarBear, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7057. Licensed under CC-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-7058 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7058 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-7058-01 are to be kept in their designated fireproof safe, sealed and centered in an otherwise empty 10m by 10m room. At least once per week, a D-Class personnel equipped with gloves and a sheet of paper must enter the room containing the safe, for conversion radius maintenance. The resulting new instance is to be deposited into the designated safe with the rest. Before entry, the D-Class is to verbally confirm "I will not let the paper touch my skin." Paper of any size or type is not permitted within 5m of any known SCP-7058-01 instance, aside from the weekly conversion radius maintenance. If an SCP-7058-01 instance is found outside of containment, it is to be incinerated, or returned to the containment safe as soon as possible (whichever is quicker) by someone with the necessary equipment to avoid skin contact with the instance. In the event that the designated safe is full, all but one SCP-7058-01 instance may be incinerated. NOTICE FROM SCP-7058 RESEARCH SUPERVISOR T.SHELBY: FOLLOWING THE EVENTS OF THE 2022 CONTAINMENT BREACH, NO FURTHER D-CLASS TESTING IS PERMITTED WITHOUT CLEARANCE FROM LVL-4 PERSONNEL OR HIGHER. FOR THE SAFETY OF ALL FOUNDATION STAFF, ANY PERSONNEL ATTEMPTING TO ENTER SCP-7058-01's CONTAINMENT CHAMBER ASIDE FROM CONVERSION RADIUS MAINTAINANCE WILL RECIEVE IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Description: SCP-7058 is an extradimensional space which varies in shape, size, and contents between instances, but typically takes the form of a medieval courtyard or colosseum. The space is only accessible via skin contact with a "ticket," an 8cm by 12cm sheet of paper labelled "Admittance to The Jester King's Court," designated SCP-7058-01. These tickets have the ability to multiply by converting nearby paper products into more instances of themselves, and the range of this conversion ability has proven to be proportional to the amount of nearby tickets that have recently come into existence. Allowing for controlled conversion of a new SCP-7058-01 instance once per week has been effective in keeping the conversion radius at the minimum range of 5m. The exact point of contact between an instance of SCP-7058-01 and the skin of a living human becomes a spatial rift, as both the instance and human vanish from existence. This rift, designated SCP-7058-02, is approximately 8 cubic centimeters in volume, and visually appears to be a flickering purple flame. Anyone attempting to touch SCP-7058-02 will find themselves unable to do so, as if they were being repelled by some outside force. D-Class personnel with body cameras have been sent into SCP-7058 for exploration. Despite the variations in internal environment, the following features remain constant: A large assembly of animated, mummified human remains, which has been collectively designated SCP-7058-03, and a humanoid creature, designated SCP-7058-04, which is approximately 2.5m in height, with blackened decaying flesh and clad in a medieval red and blue jester's uniform. Upon entry to SCP-7058, the new guest is greeted by laughter and applause from SCP-7058-03, and any attempts to locate an escape route, or inquire about transpiring events, only result in more laughter from the crowd. After the audience has had time to make a spectacle of this new human guest, SCP-7058-04 dramatically announces that it is "The Jester King," and that it has a "spectacular show planned for our next jester." SCP-7058-04 has the ability to reach into the flesh of its victims and pull them apart, creating two separate identical bodies with identical minds. The only notable difference between the two variations of a victim is color: as one variation exhibits red pigmentation of skin, hair, and irises, while the other variation exhibits blue. After using this ability, SCP-7058-04 enthusiastically explains that only one variation gets to leave the court alive. The newly divided human guest is always forced into a competition to the death with the identical alteration of themselves. Rules, such as whether weapons are provided, or what types of weapons may be available, vary between iterations. Laughter and applause will frequently occur from SCP-7058-03, but seems to increase in intensity with greater emotional strain on the human guest. Some recordings have been able to pick up heckling amongst SCP-7058-03. Upon completion of a duel, the surviving variation of the guest is transported back to reality in the place of SCP-7058-02, which disappears. Since footage is only recoverable from the surviving variation, it is unclear exactly what happens to the corpse of the other. Survivors of SCP-7058 are to remain in the care of Foundation psychologists to be evaluated, until they are cleared to return to their previous living arrangements (amnestics can be administered at psychologist's discretion in the event of returning to society outside of the foundation's care). Pigmentation of the skin and hair will return to normal in 6 to 8 weeks, but the irises remain permanently red, or an unnaturally dark blue, depending on which color variation survived. It is unclear as of this time why the eyes remain colored as such. Addendum: Containment Breach Witness Interview Interviewed: Senior Researcher Theodore Shelby Interviewer: Internal Affairs Agent Richter Auglaize Foreword: Interview regarding the SCP-7058-01 containment breach on November 21, 2022. <Begin Log, 11/22/22, 13:00> Auglaize: Good afternoon, Mr. Shelby. Shelby: Afternoon? Auglaize: You've been sleeping for about seventeen hours, yes. I don't blame you, though. You must've went through quite a lot yesterday. Shelby: Yea… And you're wanting my account of the events? Auglaize: If you'd be so kind. Shelby: Ok, then. We had an experiment scheduled for the morning of the 21st, and everything seemed to be going fine until the new research intern, [REDACTED], walked too close to the containment chamber door. Apparently he didn't know that cash counted as a paper product for the purpose of 7058-01 conversion. We hadn't even reviewed the experiment's footage yet, when we noticed all of the paper in the site was converting. Auglaize: And when exactly did you become aware of the breach? Shelby: I was taking an early lunch when I noticed the stack of napkins had become a stack of tickets. [REDACTED] had walked past the offices and breakroom with a ticket in his wallet, and the whole site was compromised. Auglaize: I see. So, how did you find yourself inside of SCP-7058? Shelby: My paper plate turned into a ticket while I was getting up to help deal with the breach. In truth, I guess I just got up too fast. I lost my balance, and in my reflex response to catch myself, accidently placed my hand on what used to be my plate. That's when I found myself in a ballroom surrounded by laughing corpses. Auglaize: And then -04 appeared? Shelby: Yep. SCP-7058-04, "The Jester King" as it calls itself. A tall, decaying, almost skeletal humanoid clad in a jester costume. The bells on its hat are shaped like tiny skulls, I don't think they mention that in the file. Auglaize: Stay on topic please, Ted. Shelby: Right, sorry. He reached into me, and… separated me. It's every bit as painful as the subjects make it out to be, if not worse. My hands, as well as the hands of my counterpart, were pulled behind our backs by an unseen force as the Jester King manifested handcuffs for us to wear. Auglaize: What was it like seeing an identical variant of yourself? Shelby: Bizarre. Like looking in a mirror, except the reflection moved of it's own volition, and was also blue… maybe the analogy of the mirror falls apart, but I'm sure I'm at least accurately conveying my state of mind. Auglaize: Of course. So why were you cuffed? What did it have you do next? Shelby: It made me and Blue Ted fight to the death with only our feet. The audience laughed every time one of us tried getting up without the use of our hands. We were basically just taking turns kicking each other over, and we were there for… I don't know, but it felt like a long time. Auglaize: Approximately five hours, according to the security watching 7058-02 in the breakroom. Shelby: Sounds about right, I guess. Anyway, Blue eventually stopped trying to get up. He told me to go ahead and finish him off. He didn't have the strength left to continue. In truth, I don't really think I did either, but I wasn't the one on the floor… Auglaize: You were allowed to talk to your other self throughout the fight? Shelby: Yea. The crowd was laughing at us too hard to even hear what we were saying anyways. We noticed a Foundation D-Class uniform amongst SCP-7058-03, and started talking about how messed up it was that we've been doing this to people. Auglaize: I'm sorry, but are you implying that the loser of a duel gets reanimated to spend their afterlife in the court? Shelby: It would appear so, yes. I wouldn't have thought of it like that until I actually got an inside look. Auglaize: …and that's why you ordered a cease of experimentation, I presume? Shelby: Yep. We had been testing D-Class on this thing since September, but I had no clue I was sending people to eternity as rotten mummies. Auglaize: I see. So if testing is to cease, will you still be helping to supervise SCP-7058-01's containment? Shelby: No, absolutely not. I never wanna see that thing again. I already put in a request to be transferred to a different project on site, right before passing out last night. I'm not allowed to say where if this is on record. Auglaize: I understand. So upon return to reality, you ordered a cease of testing, put in a transfer request, and immediately fell asleep? Shelby: That sums it up, yea. I woke up just a few minutes before this interview. Auglaize: Alright, then, Ted, that's all I need for today. Thanks for your time. I wish you a swift recovery. Shelby: Thanks, Ric. <End Log, 11/22/22, 13:10> Closing Statement: Senior Researcher Shelby returned to his duties after one week of leave, and the red coloration of skin and hair receded after approximately 7 weeks. His irises are permanently a deep red hue. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) New Message! Re:Trouble To: Dr. Athena Logan From: Agent Richter Auglaize Subject: Trouble I just finished the interview with Ted. He doesn't know it was you, and I intend to keep it that way. I understand where you were coming from when you said he needed to "see the error of his ways," but you could've mentioned that you were planning on sabotaging containment. If I'd have have known that, I wouldn't have pulled the strings to get that intern transferred to 7058. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'm in? How much trouble YOU'RE in? If you don't come back from wherever you've gone, they're sending a task force after you. To: Agent Richter Auglaize From: Dr. Athena Logan Subject: Re:Trouble You know I wouldn't have sabotaged containment if I didn't have a foolproof plan to escape Foundation notice. No one will find me now. You don't understand what it was like to work in the psychology ward after Ted Shelby's "experiments." Whether he knew it or not, he was torturing people. Every time I got a new patient from 7058, they would be traumatized, some even finding ways to take their own life despite my intervention. I even made a plea to the Ethics Committee, you know. They said as long as new information is being gathered, testing could still be necessary for 7058, and they just made a few simple rules to "ensure the ethical treatment of subjects" as they went into a supernatural slaughterhouse. The Foundation is a joke, and I'm glad to be out of its influence. Don't even bother trying to contact me again. You won't be able to. The Foundation can send whoever they want… no one will be able to reach me anymore. Goodbye. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7058" by ScorpioSoup, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7058. Licensed under CC-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-7059 | safe | Site-81 — Theseus Grimm ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7059 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Skydiving is strictly prohibited within SCP-7059 with the exception of Foundation approved testing. If any skydivers are to enter SCP-7059, they are to be brought into Foundation custody once they have re-entered reality and will be administered class B amnestics. Description: SCP-7059 is the designation to describe a portion of airspace approximately 3,048 meters above Middletown, Indiana. SCP-7059 appears normal from ground-level and does not appear abnormal or anomalous to the general public. When an airplane or aircraft flies through SCP-7059, it is unaffected. SCP-7059's anomalous affects take place once someone begins falling through SCP-7059. When someone enters SCP-7059 via falling at a high velocity, they will be transported to an infinite space designated SCP-7059-A. SCP-7059-A appears to the person falling as simply a void that is colored a sky blue. It is suggested by assigned researchers that time passes differently in SCP-7059-A, where one minute in real time time is equivalent to ~5 minutes in SCP-7059-A. When 15 minutes have passed in real time and 1.3 hours have passed in SCP-7059-A, the falling person will reappear as though they never stopped falling through SCP-7059. Addendum 7059.1: Discovery SCP-7059 was discovered after a local skydiving company called ████████ lost track of one of their clients during a session. After 10 minutes without any sight of their client, ████████ called local police, but the call was intercepted by Foundation personnel from Site-14. By the time an MTF was dispatched and arrived on the scene, ████████'s client had returned to the ground safely. After the incident, the airspace was closed to all aircrafts and the affected client and the manager of the skydiving company were both brought into Foundation custody for questioning. INTERVIEW LOG Interviewed: Mr. Franklin Sims, ████████ manager. Interviewer: Dr. ██████ Richardson, trained Foundation employee. Foreword: Mr. Sims was brought in under the pretext that he was being questioned by Indiana Police. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Richardson enters interviewing room. Dr. Richardson: Good afternoon. Would you uh… like some coffee? Mr. Sims: Hm? Oh, no thank you. Dr. Richardson: No, no I insist. Dr. Richardson pokes his head out of the door of the interviewing room. Dr. Richardson: Oi! You! Yes, you! Please get me a cup of coffee, will you? Dr. Richardson closes the door behind him and sits across from Mr. Sims. Dr. Richardson: Well, this is quite the mess you've got on your hands, huh? Mr. Sims: Yeah… you can say that. Dr. Richardson: Well, I'll make this quick. Your boss probably will want a word with you. I just want to know what happened from your perspective. And, please, don't skimp out of details. I've been interviewing perps all day and I'm not in the mood to deal with white lies. Mr. Sims is silent for a moment, before nodding his head. Mr. Sims: It was like any other of our jumps. He uh… said he had done skydiving before and he protested having a diving buddy - being strapped to someone while diving. So we get about 10,000 feet in the air, all three of us huddled in that flying tin can of a plane. Eventually, I give the OK, and I jumped first. I fell for… maybe 30 second I pulled the cord on my parachute? Dr. Richardson: What about the other two people? You work with… Flips through paperwork …Jared Bouchard, right? Mr. Sims: Yeah, him and I jump together a lot. He's like my partner in figurative crime if you get my drift. He jumped after me, but I guess he ended up a bit farther than what he meant too. The winds were rougher than we expected, so it was harder than usual to stay on course. Dr. Richardson: So, where does the disappearance of your client come in? Mr. Sims: He jumped, I guess, and we waited for about fifteen minutes. I couldn't see our plane in the sky anymore, so I assumed he had jumped at least. But… I just stood there, staring into the sky. I couldn't see him anywhere… I checked and re-checked my watch, and eventually after ten minutes, Jared called me and asked what we should do. Dr. Richardson: And so you called us- Mr. Sims: Not immediately, actually… this has never happened before in the last four years that I've been the manager at ████████. So, it took me a moment before I suggested calling the police. Dr. Richardson: That is understandable. It was a first for you, and we can't always be perfect on the first try. Mr. Sims: Yeah… well, we met at the field we were supposed to land in the first place. We look up, and there he is, floating down towards us with his parachute open. When we asked what had happened, why it took so long to float down he just… stood there without saying a word. It was like he was too scared to say anything. Dr. Richardson: And some of our men showed up. I'm sure one of my coworkers has already told you, but sorry for making it seem like we were arresting you. We just need to collect your statements seeing as you guys reported this as a missing persons case. The door opens and an anonymous researcher steps inside holding a steaming cup of coffee. Dr. Richardson: Ah, thank you. The anonymous researcher leaves the room, and Dr. Richardson hands the cup to Mr. Sims. Dr. Richardson: Drink up, while its still warm. Someone will be by soon to collect you. Stands to leave. Have a good rest of your week, Mr. Sims. Dr. Richardson leaves the room, leaving Mr. Sims to drink his coffee. [END LOG] Closing Statement: After administering class-B amnestics through spiked coffee, Mr. Sims was safely escorted back to the office that he works at. INTERVIEW LOG Interviewed: Mr. Jac Blanchard, client of ████████. Interviewer: Dr. ██████ Richardson, trained Foundation employee. Foreword: Like Mr. Sims, Mr. Blachard was brought under the pretext that he was being interview by Indiana Police. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Richardson: Hello there- oh, my… are you alright? Interviewer's note: Subject rocks back and forth in their chair. Their eyes are wide and they murmur to themselves. Dr. Richardson: Uhm… Your name is Jac Blanchard, correct? Mr. Blanchard: Nods head yes. Dr. Richardson: Uhm… okay, well, how about you tell us what happened up there. The company that took you in their plane said you took a while to get to the ground- Mr. Blanchard: Nothing… there was nothing… No field… no ground. Dr. Richardson: Jac… you can talk to me about this. Other people might not believe you, but I certainly will- Mr. Blanchard: No…. no no… no no no…. please… no… Dr. Richardson: Uhm… Alright then… I'll just go- oh, someone will be by with coffee, it might make you feel better. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Mr. Blanchard was diagnosed by psychological doctors with having experienced shock. Mr. Blanchard recovered hours later when the amnestics administered to him wore off. Due to the lack of information and verification, assigned research staff decided to send a D-Class personnel into SCP-7059 for reconnaissance and for disciplinary action. D-Class personnel was given basic essentials such as food, water, and video camera. EXPLORATION LOG [BEGIN LOG] D-22014: I've never been skydiving… Agent Jacobi: No excuses, D-Class. When you are given an order you need to follow it. This will teach you not to disobey again. D-22014: But… what if I don't pull the cord in time? Agent Jacobi: You'll know when to pull your cord. Now jump out of this place or I will throw you out myself. D-22014 proceeds to throw them self out of the airplane without further inquiry. Video shows the ground far below D-22014. D-22014: Oh my god- OH MY GOD- D-22014 screams in terror as they pass through a cloud. Once D-22014 falls out of the bottom of the cloud, the ground below is no longer visible. No more clouds are visible either as D-22014 spins and turns in the air. D-22014: What the… D-22014 waits expectantly for 11 minutes without seeing the ground. D-22014: Am I dead? Oh god, I'm dead, aren't I? Jesus, why did I have to disobey that stupid guards orders? D-22014 continues to complain about their mistakes for twenty minutes. Silence falls over D-22014 for 5 more minutes. D-22014: You know, I really could be dead. But I doubt I am. I'm probably just trapped in an endless skydive for the rest of my life. That's the only thing that could be worse than being dead right now. D-22014 talks to themself for 44 more minutes, before the ground slowly comes into the camera's view. D-22014: Oh shoot- D-22014 pulls parachute cord and floats towards the ground, where they are intercepted by Foundation security and brought back into custody. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7059" by Jade_Crusader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7059. Licensed under CC-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-7060 | euclid | close Info X This article contains suicide and gore. FluffyDog00 Check out the rest of my works here: Author Page ⚠️ content warning Exterior of Site-900-B Item #: SCP-7060 Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone has been built around SCP-7060 to close it off to the public. 24 hour security through both posted guards and video surveillance is in full effect. For further protection purposes, any mentions of Spring Valley, Colorado in any documents, digital or physical, are to be removed or destroyed on discovery. Additionally, testing and exploration of SCP-7060 is prohibited as of Incident 7060-B.1 All further operations relating to SCP-7060 are to be handled by individuals working at Site-900-B2 on the west side of the perimeter. Description: SCP-7060 is the abandoned Foundation Site-900-A. Prior to that, it was the abandoned town of Spring Valley, Colorado. Site-900-A was installed within SCP-7060's active anomalous zone after a series of calamitous deaths occurred within its residence.3 An instance of SCP-7060-1 (marked by red circle) appearing in a photograph taken by Garrison Maxwell twelve hours before he and his entire family fell victim to a massive avalanche collapsing on their house during Incident 7060-A. SCP-7060-1 is the designation for a slender figure approximately 2.4 m in height. Individuals who observe SCP-7060-1 within SCP-7060 expire within the span of 12 hours due to a calamitous event. However, SCP-7060-1 has a different type of interaction with individuals who were involved with population and/or construction within SCP-7060. Spring Valley's community architect Wilbur Hudson and Foundation site director Jamison Scott are both examples of this unorthodox interaction occurring. Addendum 1 Case 1 - Wilbur Hudson and Incident 7060-A: Spring Valley was built around the base of Mount Sprigsteen, and expanded its residence between 1990-1991. Mr. Hudson spearheaded its production, starting from the neighborhoods surrounding the base of the mountain to the town centers and hiking trails near the top. When he was half way through the town's production, Mr. Hudson decided to visit a psychiatrist. Psychiatric records show that Mr. Hudson spoke of having a reoccurring nightmare. Below is a log with a description of said dream: Subject is a child driving with his mother in the nighttime. Subject’s mother has to use the restroom, so she parks at a nearby gas station. Subject’s mother tells him that she is going to be right back, and leaves Subject in the car alone. Subject waits for what seems like hours. Then, subject hears a tapping on the door to his left. Subject looks over. There is a tall, thin humanoid figure with prickly grey hair and luminescent yellow eyes peering through the car door window.4 Subject asks the figure where his mother is. Instead of responding, the figure's head vibrates and lets out a droning howl. Subject wakes up. Spring Valley's neighborhood construction was finished on December 4, 1991. It was during this period of time where Mr. Hudson isolated himself in his house, and refused to answer anyone who contacted him through phone or mail. On December 8, 1991, an event designated Incident 7060-A occured. Around 5,000 people within the town's residence suffered calamitous fatalities within the span of twelve hours. The full list of casualties can be found in the Incident 7060-A Casualty Reference Sheet, but include: Maxwell family succumbed to an avalanche on the west side of Mount Sprigsteen (See photo #2 in SCP-7060 file). Jason Wallace (59, male) found on Magpie Rd, face-down in asphalt with motorcycle approx. 3 m behind. Mandible found halfway between with gums and torn skin still attached. The Mudson family found laced in between the telephone pole lines in the town center. Observation of injuries conclude that limbs were severed through forceful stretching. The family's Jeep Liberty was found approx. 4 m away from the location of the casualties. Jill Haden (40, female) found on Gerrymander hiking trail. Lacerations and bite marks appear to come from an Ursus americanus (black bear). Left arm and head found approx. 0.9 m away with ligaments still attached. Due the irregular amount of catastrophic and seemingly random deaths occurring in Spring Valley, the area was suspected of anomalous activity. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") were deployed in Spring Valley soon after the incident occurred. A massive relocation and amnestication effort was put into effect for all surviving citizens. Mr. Hudson's house was one of the many residences MTF-Epsilon-6 stormed during their search and rescue mission. They found him in his bedroom with multiple cuts and abrasions in his neck, stomach, forearms, thighs, and calves. He held a kitchen knife in his right hand. Despite suffering blood loss that would regularly be fatal, Mr. Hudson remained alive. The following log is an interview that occurred post-discovery: Date: December 8, 1991 Interviewer: Agent Markus Rhodes Interviewee: Wilbur Hudson <BEGIN LOG> Rhodes: So, what in the absolute hell happened here? Mr. Hudson: I tried to… (gag) escape it. The thing in my head. Rhodes: Thing in your head huh? You responsible for all this? All the death down there in the valley? Mr. Hudson: No. No I- I didn't do anything. I swear. Just- get me out of this place. Let me go somewhere where I can just die. Rhodes: Well, why can't you just die here? You've got all the work done it seems. Mr. Hudson: It won't- Mr. Hudson vomits all over himself. He then wipes his face and continues. Mr. Hudson: It won't let me. It wants me to live so I can suffer. It's been haunting my mind, my dreams. I think it just really wants me to- to leave. Rhodes: To leave? Well, why haven't you left? Mr. Hudson: I thought it was just like- like a psychological thing, like a manifestation of some sort of anxiety about my work. Turns out, I should have just fucking listened to it. (pause) I saw it, that grey hairy bastard right in front of me before all that shit happened down there. It was just staring down at me. I don't know what I did to upset it but- it seemed like it was frowning. God just- just get me out of here. Rhodes looks down and sighs. After a few seconds, he takes out his walkie-talkie. Rhodes: Bravo, I want you to get command to lock down the entirety of Spring Valley and begin investigations immediately. Over. <END LOG> Mr. Hudson was evacuated via air support out of Spring Valley. Once he left its perimeter, he expired due to his various injuries. Addendum 2 - Jamison Scott and Incident 7060-B: After Spring Valley's mass evacuation and amnesticization, Site-900-A was installed within SCP-7060's active anomalous zone. The site's construction was spearheaded by Site 900's director Jamison Scott. Scott wrote the following document distributed to all posted personnel at the newly-founded site: To all Site-900-A Personnel, As of June 10, 1992, construction of Site-900-A has concluded. All personnel must report to the main floor common room on June 12. It is crucial for all personnel to know the safety measures put in place to further prohibit SCP-7060's effects. Since SCP-7060 has been observed to be a probabilistic anomaly due to its seemingly random and circumstantial terminations, we are using this opportunity to test out a device Dr. Mitchel Bataan has developed to deal with probabilistic anomalies, designated D.I.C.E (Dependence Isolating Contingency Engine) Thaumaturgic Ward. D.I.C.E makes it so a variable can no longer be dependent on a random integer within a designated area. This makes it so the variable of "death" is dependent on a non-random integer so personnel don't expire due to seemingly random circumstance. This device in theory should force SCP-7060-1 to terminate its targets in a more projected and direct pattern other than probability. This will allow our containment forces to bait it and properly detain it. If one is to encounter SCP-7060-1 (described in SCP-7060 document, required reading) while posted, they are to press the nearest siren activation lever and leave Site-900-A within 12 hours after the initial encounter, which will send our containment team to the location promptly. Personnel who encounter SCP-7060-1 are to be relocated to a site designated by Site-900's head director. Personnel who read, understand, and follow the above protocols should be able to survive during the baiting stage. Compliance and knowledge is key for success. May we be blessed with good fortune. - Director Jamison Scott After this document was produced, Dir. Scott reported having a reoccurring nightmare similar in fashion to Hudson from the above addendum. The dream involved SCP-7060-1 laughing in a monotone voice while lingering over his bed. Dir. Scott largely ignored these nightmares. When he was further questioned, he said that he "won't let the bastard deter him from his work." On June 13, 1992, Incident 7060-B occurred at Site-900-A. A log of events can be found below: <BEGIN LOG> 6:25 pm MDT: Security footage shows Dr. Bataan working alone in his office on a D.I.C.E Thaumaturgic Ward. As he is working, SCP-7060-1 fades into view from the open corridor leading into Dr. Bataan's office. 6:27 pm MDT: Dr. Bataan finally notices SCP-7060-1. SCP-7060-1 immediately de-manifests and Dr. Bataan and presses the Siren Activation Lever near his desk. As he runs out of his office down the corridor, the power to the building goes out, deactivating security cameras for approximately five minutes. 6:32 pm MDT: Security system goes back online as power is restored in the site. Security cam footage in the office wing corridor shows Dr. Bataan lying face first on the floor. His pelvis and legs have been dismembered from his torso by a piece of ceiling that fell from above. 6:49 pm MDT: Armed containment team arrives in office corridor. They step over Dr. Bataan's corpse into his office and search around. Around the time of their arrival, a rainstorm starts to loom over Site-900-A. 6:50 pm MDT: Power goes out for a second time within Site-900-A, disabling security cameras. 7:01 pm MDT: Entire containment team terminated from collapsed Populus fremontii (Fremont Cottonwood Tree). Three members were crushed by a section of its trunk while the seven other members were pierced/lacerated by various debris. 7:02 pm MDT: SCP-7060-1 materializes over the corpses of the containment team, staring directly at the camera. It cocks its head. 7:05-7:30 pm MDT: Multiple calamitous deaths occur across the entire site due to various disasters originating from the storm. 8:06 pm MDT: Security footage outside of the site shows SCP-7060-1 standing idle in front of the largely-destroyed site facing the camera. It unhinges its jaw up-and-down without emitting any noise. The security footage then cuts out. <END LOG> The following is a document distributed to the leading director's team at Site-900 written by Director Scott. To Site Command, My team and I have drastically miscalculated the nature of SCP-7060. I as the lead director of this project am solely responsible for the travesty that occurred on the 13th of June. SCP-7060-1's attacks are not probabilistic as me and my team hypothesized. They are cold, calculated, and are a means to drive us out of its territory. All the procedures I put in place, including D.I.C.E, were useless. Incident 7060-A laid the groundwork for their creation, as me and the team thought that it gave us a clear idea of how the anomaly worked. We were gravely mistaken. Now I know why it was laughing at me. It knew that none of us could prevent the inevitable. I learned over the past 24 hours that there are some anomalies in this world that are not to be tampered with, and are to be left alone without question. This is a lesson that I will unfortunately forget. I am going to resign my title as director. I will go through the proper amnestication process and return home to my family. I don't want to remember the travesty I caused due to this failure of a containment attempt. My last order of business is to restrict any testing or exploration of SCP-7060. Just leave it alone. Don't make the same mistakes I did. Godspeed to the entirety of Site-900. - Director Jamison Scott Note: Dir. Scott has not left SCP-7060 since the distribution of this letter. Security footage has shown him leaving the Site's main building, but not leaving the premises. His whereabouts are as of now unknown. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 2. 2. The defunct Site-900-A and Site-900-B are sub-units of the larger Site-900 in Evergreen, Colorado. 3. See Incident-7060-A 4. This is assumed to be a representation of SCP-7060-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7060" by FluffyDog00, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7060. Licensed under CC-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-7061 | euclid | Don't fuck with cats. close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article involves mention of animal death, animal abuse, and body horror. ⚠️ content warning An instance of SCP-7061. Item #: SCP-7061 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-7061 instances are under the purview of the Department of Zoology and the Department of Spiritual Closure. The Department of Zoology is to house SCP-7061 in Site-L9's Domesticated Animals wing, with felid amenities1 to be provided as needed. Only disarmed personnel are allowed access to SCP-7061. The Department of Spiritual Closure is to cooperate with local and state-level Ohioan law enforcement and the Unusual Incidents Unit in locating SCP-7061's original owners and, if available, the instances' bodies. Financial compensation of no less than $10,000 per month is to be provided to identified owners upon successful discovery/recovery. Person of Interest-7061's family is to receive $30,000,000 in monthly installments of $250,000, in exchange for their cooperation in the investigation, and their continued silence regarding POI-7061's true cause of death. Description: SCP-7061 collectively refers to 347 100 spectral domestic cats (felis domesticus) of varying breeds and ages. All instances of SCP-7061 are designated Class-C2 on the Ramis system2, meaning that they possess translucent, but tangible forms and are visible to the naked eye. SCP-7061 instances have predominantly docile and affectionate demeanors towards humans that approach them, though will become aggressive towards any persons carrying weapons, up to and including clawing and biting the perceived aggressor. SCP-7061 all individually require the same treatment and amenities as non-spectral cats. As of writing, thanks to the efforts of the Department of Spiritual Closure and the Unusual Incidents Unit, 247 instances of SCP-7061 have been able to Move On, with closure provided to 226 families. Discovery: SCP-7061 came to the Foundation's attention when the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Unusual Incidents Unit requested assistance in investigating the death of POI-7061, AKA Hadrian Alanson. POI-7061 was a twenty-one year old male student at Ohio University, whose expiration had been caught via a security camera in the Vernon R. Alden Library. + Summation of SecFt-09092019 - 3/7061 clearance accepted. <Begin transcription> 09:25:19: POI-7061 enters the Alden Library. 09:25:40: POI-7061 pauses in front of the information desk, places their hands against their stomach. 09:25:45: Lacerations begin forming against POI-7061's chest, causing tears to their clothing. 09:25:50: Librarian █████ ████████████ takes notice of POI-7061's affliction, and approaches them, phone in their hand. 09:26:07: Lacerations increase in frequency against POI-7061's torso, causing them to keel onto the floor. 09:26:19: POI-7061's chest begins bulging outward; █████ ████████████ and other witnesses in the vicinity report sounds "like multiple sticks being snapped in half at once". 09:26:24: POI-7061's chest bursts open, exposing broken ribs outwards and a ruptured heart; POI-7061 is presumed to have been killed instantly. 09:26:27: SCP-7061 begin pouring out of POI-7061's chest cavity onto the Library floor, mewling and trotting towards █████ ████████████ and other witnesses. Panic ensues. 09:27:30: █████ ████████████ makes a call to 911 to report the incident, while an instance of SCP-7061 brushes against their leg. <End transcription> UIU agents embedded in Athens law enforcement intercepted the call, arriving at the Alden Library alongside paramedics within 25 minutes of the report being made. Witnesses were corralled for their safety and the collection of witness statements, while POI-7061's body was recovered. The UIU's discovery of SCP-7061 began shortly thereafter, and following attempts to secure them were met with hostility by the instances. Contact was made to a Foundation liaison to provide assistance. The Departments of Zoology and Spectral Closure were made aware of the inquiry, and Zoological Task Force Iota-912 "Catnip" was dispatched to give aid to the UIU forces in securing all SCP-7061 instances into Spectral Protected Cages. Witnesses were subsequently signed into financially-backed non-disclosure agreements, while security footage of SCP-7061's emergence was wiped; POI-7061's cause of death was given as a stress-induced heart attack. █████ ████████████ was provided monthly access to a Foundation-employed therapist free of charge. Addendum: NOTICE: In compliance with Ethics Committee mandate 402.C, this addendum is hidden by default due to the information therein being deemed psychologically distressing. Do you wish to read this addendum? Close addendum Research into POI-7061's history resulted in the discovery of a police report filed by their neighbor "Jane Doe", implicating them in the disappearance of her family's cats. While no charges were formally pressed, due to lack of evidence, detailed descriptions of "Ms. Doe"'s cats were found to exactly match four instances of SCP-7061. In light of this information, the Foundation and the UIU formed Collaborative Task Force Gamma-27 "Cat's Claw" to further ascertain POI-7061's prior connections to SCP-7061. After negotiations with POI-7061's family, recovery of their personal computer yielded a password-encrypted solid state drive which, after decryption, revealed ████ photographs of cat corpses, with dates spanning █ years. Causes of death vary, but the most frequent were strangulation, evisceration via hunting knife, and "crushing". 347 of the cats depicted in these photographs matched with instances of SCP-7061. Further investigation of the computer revealed an unread message on the online messaging client Discord, sent by a user with the handle "Bubba Stix" the morning of POI-7061's death: Ubaste knows what you did to her children, Hadrian. And she's going to make sure that you suffer the fates you inflicted on them a hundredfold on the other side. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-7062 | neutralized | Item#: 7062 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-7062 is the collective designation for an anomaly relating to poet and former Foundation researcher Layla Becker. SCP-7062-A was an ink jar full of dried blood belonging to Dr. Becker. SCP-7062-B was Dr. Becker’s heart, functioning with no irregularities despite being completely disconnected from her body. Discovery: SCP-7062 was discovered post-neutralization on 08/09/1998 when Dr. Becker was found expired on her desk. After a standard sweep of her apartment, SCP-7062-A and SCP-7062-B were discovered on a personal desk, alongside several poems written in blood. A coroner's report found that the heart had suffered rapid takotsubo cardiomyopathy1, resulting in the expiration of the researcher. Along with Dr. Becker’s corpse, a note in standard ink was found on the desk. A direct transcription can be found below. Here I sit alone Everything is cold and dark Still waiting for you to phone You were my spark Now tears stream down my face Your beauty reminded me of a dove I see shadows in your place Now I know the pain that comes with love Characters became increasingly illegible near the end of the note. Additionally, the final letters of the note were obscured due to the presence of lacrimal fluid. Footnotes 1. A condition where the heart’s left ventricle becomes loosened as a result of stress ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7062" by Voiiiii, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7062. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Critters: Uncle Nicolini, LORDXVNV, DrApricus Elflawyer, Kish99, Sirslash47, ClownSlayer, RealSurrealSir, Dr Trintavon does not match any existing user name, UnnaHuz, Swaxeman, and Erminustay |
SCP-7063 | safe | Item#: 7063 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7063 is to be kept in a locked metal container that is specially fitted to its dimensions. The container is to be stored in the low-level storage section of Site-19. Only personnel with level 2 clearance or higher may access SCP-7063 for testing purposes but must log the time and date of testing procedures and must return SCP-7063 within twelve days of first obtaining it. SCP-7063 in its original container. Description: SCP-7063 is a jug containing a milk-like substance of an anomalous amount. The liquid appears to be thick and creamy, however, subjects have described the liquid as tasting like lukewarm water. Notably, SCP-7063 does not appear to be affected by outside temperature in any capacity. Researchers tried freezing and boiling SCP-7063 but it had no effect on the substance or the jug. Approximately five hours after consumption of SCP-7063, subjects report symptoms of mild nausea, visual and auditory hallucinations, intense migraines, and intensification of any preexisting short-term memory loss among other things. A few hours after reporting these effects (typically one to six), subjects enter a catatonic state for anywhere from forty minutes to eighteen hours. Every test subject so far has committed suicide within a week of consuming SCP-7063. Consuming or otherwise emptying SCP-7063 of its contents does not appear to deplete it in any way. When Foundation researchers rotated the jug upside down during testing, the liquid flowed from the jug for nearly a minute before researchers rotated it upwards once again. The liquid that was poured from the jug was placed inside another jar and tested for anomalous properties. It was found that the liquid retained its anomalous effects on human test subjects, but it did not anomalously refill itself. Interview: The following is a transcribed video recording of an interview held with the first D-Class test subject to consume SCP-7063, designated SCP-7063-A. SCP-7063-A consumed SCP-7063 approximately four hours and forty-four minutes prior to the interview: BEGIN VIDEO [0.00.07] SCP-7063-A is seen rocking back and forth in their chair while muttering incoherently to themselves. The interviewer enters and sits opposite SCP-7063-A. [0.00.17] Interviewer: Hello [EXPUNGED], you will hereby be referred to as SCP-7063-A due to your current…affliction. Frankly, I'd like to keep this interview short. Can you explain to me your current condition? How is SCP-7063 affecting you? [0.00.46] SCP-7063-A: (No response. Feverishly murmuring under breath. Continues to rock back and forth.) [0.01.02] Interviewer: You seem hesitant to talk. Are you simply unable to? Or are you choosing to ignore me? [0.01.35] SCP-7063-A: (Mumbling.) [0.01.39] Interviewer: Hm? I didn’t quite catch that, can you speak up? [0.01.46] SCP-7063-A: (Frantically) I can hear them. Crawling in my head like spiders. Whispering to my very conscience. Forcing me to see what they see. I feel sick. [0.02.10] Interviewer: “Them”? Who is “them”? [0.02.18] SCP-7063-A: I doubt you’d understand. They are many. They are one. We are one. One mind. One body. One train of thought. Prying at my very being to get me to move and think and talk. Bend to their will. You could never understand. [0.02.47] Interviewer: (Scribbles on clipboard) In order for me to help you I need to understand what's going on. Is that everything? Can you tell me what they’re making you “see”? [0.03.08] SCP-7063-A: They keep- (SCP-7063-A stops suddenly. Their eyes widen in a shocked expression and a choking sound emanates from their mouth.) [0.03.16] Interviewer: (Stricken with panic) I-Uh-Security! Help! Someone! [0.03.24] SCP-7063-A falls to the ground. The door to the interview room opens. END VIDEO After the events of the incident involving SCP-7063-A, the subject was unresponsive for twelve hours before regaining conscience and entering a vegetative state for the following three hours, after which regaining primary motor functions but still refusing to speak to Foundation researchers. SCP-7063-A was found dead in their cell four days later, hung from the ceiling by bed sheets and a pillow case tied together to make a makeshift noose. The following passage was found scratched onto the walls inside the cell: Suicide Note Collapse Note THEIR VOICES, SO LOUD I CAN’T GET THEM OUT WORDS SWIRLING AND MELTING TOGETHER NOTHING TO COME VOICES I DON’T RECOGNIZE PERVADING MY THOUGHTS MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT I SEE MUDDLED PICTURES I KNOW THEM SO WELL BUT SOME ARE DIFFERENT FOREIGN BUT YET, SO FAMILIAR LIKE THEY’VE BEEN WITH ME FOREVER BUT ALSO NEVER IN MY LIFE NEVER IN MY LIFE Numerous other tests and interviews were conducted that yielded similar results to the first one. All subjects suffered from similar symptoms, rambling incoherently about visions and voices, with several mentioning a “shared conscience,” though to date SCP-7063-A is the only one to have created a suicide note. Not much useable information has been ascertained from testing other than that SCP-7063’s effects are more than likely memetic in some capacity, but whether or not it drives those who consume it to suicide or if they simply do it of their own will is currently unknown. Subjects asked to describe the true extent of the effects of SCP-7063’s consumption are unable to, instead providing vague statements. Addendum 7063.1: The lastest subject, SCP-7063-K, was able to confirm small portions of SCP-7063’s effects on them. They claimed that “they were seeing things that were not their own,” and “they saw things in their sleep that they couldn’t recognize.” This has led Foundation researchers to believe that SCP-7063’s memetic properties affect the thoughts and dreams of those who consume it. SCP-7063-K also committed suicide shortly after giving this testimony. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7063" by Onyx117, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7063. Licensed under CC-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 Source: Filename: Milk heavy cream B.jpg Author: Aleksey Pogrebnoj-Alexandroff Licensed Under CCA-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7064 | keter | Item #: SCP-7064 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7064 is to be held in a reinforced1 large standard humanoid containment chamber under constant monitoring, with two armed guards on stand-by near the entrance. Contact with SCP-7064 is prohibited without level-3 clearance. Any personnel entering the cell are to be accompanied by an escort of at least four armed guards. Sounds of repeated banging and screaming have been reported persistently, and thus guards on stand-by duty are permitted Foundation-issued noise-cancelling headphones with access to intercom systems. Description: SCP-7064 is a sapient humanoid of unknown origin with the following characteristics: A height of approximately 3 meters. An additional pair of arms sprouting from the shoulder joint. Grey skin pigmentation. Abnormal muscle development resulting in a stronger upper body, especially in the shoulder and upper back area, capable of handling materials up to 3,800 kilograms. A skull with more similarities to H. Erectus than the modern human. A notably pronounced lower jaw with unusual dentition resulting in additional canines and uneven spacing. Unusual resistance to physical force, including gunfire. Carnivorous diet with an average daily caloric intake of 5,000 calories. Unusually high levels of testosterone. While capable of speech, SCP-7064 displays a limited grasp on English grammar and vocabulary. Further interview attempts are not advised, as the majority of interview attempts have ended in casualties on the side of the interviewer. SCP-7064 displays a consistently violent temperament, attacking most humans within its vicinity. The most common method of attack is either through smashing with its two sets of heavily-muscled arms or by ripping apart individuals with an arm pulling on each limb. While SCP-7064 has shown other attitudes beyond violent rage, these states are uncommon. Discovery: SCP-7064 was initially found on 12/15/2019 in the parking lot of the Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City, Missouri, in the midst of a violent rage which resulted in the death of 17 civilians. MTF-Theta-6 (“Witch Hunters”) was promptly deployed and successfully contained SCP-7064 with minor casualties. Later interviews with SCP-7064 show it was attempting to "pre-game" before the football game began. Due to it appearing four hours before the game began, amnestic use was moderate but prompt removal prevented any further need for information suppression. SCP-7064‘s origins and means of avoiding SCP Foundation detection until this point remain unknown. Addendum 7064-1: Dr. Stein Testing Report Testing on SCP-7064 has gone poorly. SCP-7064 is almost completely unresponsive to everything we’ve thrown at it, cooperating only at the bare minimum. We’ve tried physical restraints, electric shocks, extreme force, and other techniques, all to the same result. Frankly, it’s frustrating and feels like a waste of time. All SCP-7064 will do is insist constantly that it be freed and that it have its way with everyone involved in containing it. Testing will continue to see if we can find any way to make it more cooperative with the Foundation’s containment. [Incidents 7064-1 through 3 have been removed from this report for the sake of brevity. In all instances SCP-7064 breached containment but was recontained, with containment procedures updated to reflect current needs. Anyone wishing to access these incident reports should contact Dr. Stein.] Incident 7064-4: On 3/18/2020, at approximately 4:00 AM, a containment breach of SCP-████ led to a brief power failure lasting one minute. During this time, SCP-7064 was able to destroy the doors to its chamber and run through the site, attacking personnel and causing extensive property damage. SCP-7064 stopped at Cell-328, housing D-17383. Footage from the cell shows that instead of killing D-17383, SCP-7064 noticed a Kansas City Chiefs poster, which led to the two conversing over shared interests in football, beer, and exercise. During this time, D-17383 gave SCP-7064 the name "Guy." SCP-7064 was recaptured in Cell-328 thirty-five minutes after escape and moved to a new containment chamber. Addendum 7064-2: Dr. Stein Testing Report Testing on SCP-7064 continues to go poorly, perhaps even worse than before. The level of opposition presented by SCP-7064 grows each day, and as it is we can barely get it to cooperate. The security teams are struggling to fend off its attacks. I recommend testing cease and we upgrade containment facilities for SCP-7064. Incident 7064-5: On 3/27/20, SCP-7064 was able to neutralize the security team present and escape its chamber. SCP-7064 was free from containment for one hour and forty minutes, during which it attacked much of the west wing of Site-60. This resulted in extensive damage to the structure as well as 9 casualties before SCP-7064 was subdued and moved to a new containment chamber. SCP-7064 spent all of its time calling out to and trying to locate a "Leo." In light of this incident, testing and access to SCP-7064 have been suspended. Containment procedures to be upgraded immediately. Addendum 7064-3: Due to budgetary concerns, SCP-7064’s containment procedures are not to be upgraded. Instead, SCP-7064 is to be moved to a new containment chamber fitting its current procedures once a month, allowing for the previous to be repaired. Incident 7064-6: On 4/13/20, after weeks of repeated attacks, SCP-7064 was successfully able to break down the containment chamber door system. During this incident, SCP-7064 was able to ascertain the whereabouts of D-17383 by threatening Foundation personnel. Before this information was revealed, SCP-7064 caused extensive structural damage to both the west wing as well as central hub of Site-60. Upon finding the whereabouts of D-17383, SCP-7064 headed straight towards the northeast wing, finding D-17383’s chamber and destroying the sealed entrance. D-17383 climbed on and rode SCP-7064’s back. With D-17383’s knowledge of the facility, SCP-7064 was able to cause extensive damage throughout Site-60. The entire incident lasted two hours before D-17383 and SCP-7064 were both subdued and separated. Addendum 7064-4: Correspondence between Dr. Stein and Site Director Juma. Show Correspondence Hide Correspondence To: Site Director Juma From: Dr. Stein Subject: SCP-7064 Initiative I think it’s clear that our current method of containment is not working. This thing does not give up until it’s broken free, and each time it does it brings thousands of dollars of property damage with it. We’ve found that just referring to SCP-7064 as "Guy" already causes significantly more cooperation. So let’s switch it up: why don’t we just give it what it wants? I mean, what does it want? A single D-class? Why don’t we try just giving it the D-class? Worst case scenario the janitors have to clean up another bloody mess but after all these incidents they’re used to it. Seriously, why can’t we just give him the D-class? To: Dr. Stein From: Site Director Juma Subject: Re:SCP-7064 Initiative Need I remind you what happened last time the two were together? When the D-class rode his shoulders and told him where to go to cause the most possible chaos? I am not exaggerating when I say another incident like that could get us shut down completely, so that’s our "worse case scenario." Give me a reason why this will work. To: Site Director Juma From: Dr. Stein Subject: Re:SCP-7064 Initiative Because we have no other options. Maybe if we put them together it will calm down just a little. It keeps breaking out to see this D-class, so we simply must eliminate that need. To: Dr. Stein From: Site Director Juma Subject: Re:SCP-7064 Initiative Fine. We are already down thousands of dollars because of all the breaches, so I am approving this proposal. But if this leads to another breakout, you will be held responsible. The financial department is breathing down our necks, and since this SCP has resulted in us becoming a huge money hole, they’re looking at possibly shutting us down. I’m telling you this so you understand that failure is not option. Addendum 7064-5: Dr. Stein’s measure to move D-17383 to SCP-7064’s chamber has been a massive success. The behavior of SCP-7064 has improved drastically since the implementation of this measure. Additionally, since the measure was implemented, breakout attempts have become significantly rarer and have not been successful. D-17383 and SCP-7064 spend most of their time in conversation. While some of it is anger directed towards the Foundation, much of it also pertains to D-17383’s lifestyle, which SCP-7064 considers fascinating. Topics frequently brought up include football, which SCP-7064 appears to have prior knowledge of2, grilling, beer, television, exercise, sex, and rock music. Show Interview Log 7064-5 Credentials accepted, displaying interview log. Interview Log 7064-5: Interviewed: SCP-7064 Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Simons Foreword: Previous interview logs removed due to lack of relevant information presented by SCP-7064. For full interview logs, contact Site Archivist Tharp. <Begin Log> Dr. Simons: Hello, SCP-7064. SCP-7064: Not my name! I'm Guy. That's my name! SCP-7064 begins slamming its fists into the wall. Dr. Simons: Please calm down, we can't continue if you don’t cooperate. SCP-7064: Don't tell Guy what to do! SCP-7064 continues attacking the walls of its containment chamber while yelling obscenities. Dr. Simons: I can only give you one more chance to calm down and work with me. If I can't file this report, there could be consequences. SCP-7064 does not stop. Dr. Simons: Alright, Guy. I hate to do this but we'll have to end this early. SCP-7064 stops attacking the wall and there is a pause. SCP-7064: No one usually calls me Guy. Dr. Simons: I’m sorry? SCP-7064: Except for Leo. Dr. Simons: Well, I've found referring to patients by their actual names goes a long way. SCP-7064: Guy is my name. Dr. Simons: Yes, yes it is. SCP-7064: Guy can still break you over his knee like a twig if he wanted to. Dr. Simons: I’m sure you could. SCP-7064: You’re so tiny. Like a bug. Dr. Simons: Alright, let’s begin with some basic questions. How- SCP-7064: Don't ask Guy questions! You get nothing from me! Where’s Leo? I don't want to do this anymore! SCP-7064 turns from Dr. Simons and prepares to attack the wall again. Dr. Simons: Just hear me out! SCP-7064: Why? Dr. Simons: All I wanted to ask is: how are you doing today? SCP-7064 stops and turns back to Dr. Simons. SCP-7064: What? Dr. Simons: How are you doing? SCP-7064: No one…no one's ever asked Guy that. Dr. Simons: Not even Leo? SCP-7064: Not even Leo. We talk about guy stuff. You wouldn’t understand. SCP-7064 sits down. Dr. Simons: Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t. But how are you doing today? SCP-7064: You don’t understand! You do not understand Guy’s life! Dr. Simons: I'm sorry, Guy. I'm truly sorry. I just want to help. SCP-7064 begins to tear up and cry. SCP-7064: I'm not sad! These are angry tears! Dr. Simons: It's okay, Guy. SCP-7064: Guy could smash you like a bug! Dr. Simons: It's okay, Guy. SCP-7064: No! It is not okay! Guy is stuck! Stuck in jail! But he is not sad! Dr. Simons: Guy. SCP-7064: What? What do you want from Guy? Dr. Simons: It's okay. You can tell me whatever you are comfortable with saying. Your emotions will do what they do. SCP-7064: Guy wants freedom! Guy wants to lift weights and grill and play football! But he cannot, because he is weak! Dr. Simons: You are not weak. Just for being here, you are very strong. SCP-7064: Guy is strong? Dr. Simons: Very. SCP-7064 stops crying. SCP-7064: Okay. Guy is better now. Dr. Simons: And I'll speak to your containment specialists about giving you some more privileges, if you can behave. SCP-7064: Guy can behave. Dr. Simons: I'm glad to hear it. Goodbye, Guy. SCP-7064: Goodbye, tiny bug lady. <End Log> Addendum 7064-6: Behavior of SCP-7064 is to be reviewed monthly, with privilege rating changed accordingly. SCP-7064 currently has class-C2 privileges. As a result of the most recent behavior review, SCP-7064 has class-C movement privileges permitting infrequent access to the Site-02 cafeteria and recreational area with the presence of an armed escort (movement privileges are immediately revocable in the event of any problematic behavior). Level 2 request privileges have also been granted, allowing for object requests to be made and reviewed by acting containment supervisor Dr. Stein. Reclassification to Euclid class pending. The following items have been requested by SCP-7064: REQUEST APPROVED? GROUNDS FOR REJECTION Custom weight set Denied Safety threat BBQ grill Denied Safety threat Television set Approved - Pornography Magazines Denied Request by janitorial department "The Best of Motörhead" CD Approved - CD Player Approved - Instructional book on knitting Approved - Yarn and knitting needles Approved - If SCP-7064 continues to exhibit the good behavior it has been showing, more privileges may be accepted. Addendum 7064-7: More yarn and knitting needles have been approved for usage by SCP-7064. After three weeks, SCP-7064 has produced three sweaters, two pairs of socks, and a scarf, all of average human size. As per SCP-7064’s request, D-17383 has been permitted to keep a sweater and the pairs of socks for personal use and Dr. Chelsea Simons has been permitted to keep the scarf for personal use. Despite the advanced speed with which SCP-7064 has become proficient in knitting, no anomalous qualities have been ascribed to this aptitude. The garments have been described as being of notable quality and design by D-17383 and Dr. Simons. Footnotes 1. Specific force-nullifying specifications are held in containment document-7064 2. Testing on how SCP-7064 has this knowledge despite being unaware of other basic human activities is underway, but has so far been inconclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7064" by DrDromeus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7064. Licensed under CC-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-7065 | euclid | SCP-7065 Item #: SCP-7065 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7065 is held in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. SCP-7065 is placed on a strict Paleolithic diet1 and to be regularly supplied with painkillers upon request. SCP-7065-A is regularly monitored with ultrasonography equipment. Proposals detailing SCP-7065-A's extraction is to be submitted to Dr. Ivers before approval. Any changes to SCP-7065-A's behavior is also to be immediately reported to Dr. Ivers. Description: SCP-7065 is Richard Pinnel, age 36. SCP-7065 is non-anomalous with exception of their relationship to SCP-7065-A. SCP-7065-A is a worm-like organism measuring over six meters in length. While SCP-7065-A's anatomy shares similarities to the Cestoda family2, it possesses multiple biological and behavioral deviations. Among these include: Hot pink-colored skin. The skin is reported to have a texture similar to sandpaper. Abundance of black pincer-like antennas on its skin. The purpose of these antennas appear to primarily anchor itself to nearby surfaces. A singular, circular toothy maw instead of a typical scolex; several of its teeth are missing. Three clitellums; the middlemost one is visibly bloated and inflamed. Is cold-blooded. SCP-7065-A's main anomalous property is its ambulatory nature: the entity is capable of migrating throughout SCP-7065's body, which it achieves by burrowing through their flesh. How SCP-7065-A accomplishes this is unclear; while the process is extremely painful it does not cause SCP-7065 permanent harm. Although SCP-7065-A can migrate anywhere, it prefers to reside inside the intestinal track. Otherwise, SCP-7065-A's behavior follows that of standard tapeworms. Addedunum-7065.1: The Foundation became aware of SCP-7065 in the aftermath of an automobile crash on the Interstate Highway in Dallas, Texas. SCP-7065 was delivered to a local hospital and subjected to an X-Ray scan, revealing SCP-7065-A and its anomalous behavior. All relevant hospital records and parties were confiscated and amnesticized respectively. SCP-7065 attempted to vomit and began striking its fists against their abdomen before being detained by Foundation assets. SCP-7065 themselves exhibited multiple health ailments relating to sleep deprivation, rapid weight loss, and severe salmonella poisoning — the effects of which became so detrimental that the entity had to be placed on IV nutritional therapy to ensure their well-being. After being transported to Site-17, Dr. Ivers interviewed SCP-7065. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7065/Ivers/Interview1 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Ivers: Hello, My name is— SCP-7065: Get it out. Dr. Ivers: I'm sorry? [SCP-7065 has bags under their eyes and is shaking slightly in their chair. The entity is visibly emaciated. SCP-7065 clenches their abdomen and grits their teeth.] SCP-7065: Get. It. Out. Dr. Ivers: Sir, we can't remove it until we know more about 'it.' It… wouldn't be safe. SCP-7065: I'm not safe now! [SCP-7065 scowls at Dr. Ivers, leaning forward before slouching in their chair with a wince.] SCP-7065: I don't care. So get it out. [Dr. Ivers closes his eyes and breathes deeply. He nods.] Dr. Ivers: Sir, just answer the questions. The sooner we're done, the sooner we can put something together. It's our policy. SCP-7065: [Sigh] Fine. Just hurry, I don't want to wake it up. Dr. Ivers: Of course, and by 'it' you mean this, correct? [Dr. Ivers slides an X-Ray photo forward; SCP-7065-A is partially visible in the picture. SCP-7065 looks nauseous and turns away. He massages the bridge of his nose.] SCP-7065: Goddammit. Dr. Ivers: How'd this happen? SCP-7065: Crazy story. Hard to believe. Dr. Ivers: Try me. SCP-7065: I… my vacation. Dr. Ivers: Your vacation? You encountered this worm on vacation? [SCP-7065 gives a thumbs-up. The entity suddenly shudders forward and caresses their abdomen.] SCP-7065: I wanted some 'me-time.' I work in air conditioning, I make good money, but not enough for Hawaii. [Muttering] Fucking penny pinchers. So I had no choice but to go somewhere cheaper. And uh… Dr. Ivers: Which country? SCP-7065: Oh some random desert country, nothing really special— Dr. Ivers: There could be more of these worms out there. Would you really want this happening to someone else? SCP-7065: …Mongolia. Dr. Ivers: Mongolia? [SCP-7065 scowls and folds their arms.] SCP-7065: Yeah. I'm a nature person and I happened to like their mountains. You think that's funny? [Dr. Ivers folds their arms.] Dr. Ivers: Does it look like I find this situation funny? [SCP-7065 pauses, then examines the photo again.] Dr. Ivers: How was Mongolia? SCP-7065: It sucked. [SCP-7065 lowers the picture.] SCP-7065: I liked the scenery and the people… but the traveling, and the aesthetic wasn't for me. And I knew some of the cuisine didn't sit right with me. [The picture begins to crumple in SCP-7065's hand.] SCP-7065 I just had to go to that barbecue. Dr. Ivers: You got this at a barbecue? SCP-7065: That's what the doc said. But he also said it was nothing to worry about and it'll clear up in a couple of days. That was six months ago. So much for healthcare, right? [The photograph slowly crumples in SCP-7065's hand.] SCP-7065: So this is what you look like. It's so big… you spiky, toothed cocksucker. I hoped you choked on my shi— Dr. Ivers: What did you do after you realized that this… worm wasn't going away? If you knew what it was doing then why— SCP-7065: They didn't see it, alright! [SCP-7065 groans and places the photograph down. The entity then rests their elbows on the table, rubbing their neck.] SCP-7065: The doctors said it didn't show up on the scans. I didn't know what happened there. I tried upping the doses on the dewormer and I thought it worked… until I felt the pain. It was small at first, a prick here and there, but then soon it felt like I was being stabbed all over! You can't stop it, you could never predict it, and worst of all, you never get used… [SCP-7065's eyes the photograph again and shudders.] SCP-7065: And you swear the thing's getting more antsy by the day, more bold, more brave. And you wonder how you're still breathing, h-how you're still h-here. Look how big it is! Just… just— [SCP-7065 is hyperventilating, clenching on their abdomen tightly. Dr. Ivers' slowly stands up from their chair, knocking a pen to the ground.] SCP-7065: But it likes f-food. That's the only thing I got over it. But… I-I'm losing my hold, you see. I-I… it stops when it's f-full but… it's… messing m-my stomach up. I get these cravings, man. And I know it's not right, it shouldn't be tasty… and-and I'm-I'm not hungry, but it is! And it's not getting full! It's not stopping… the pressure, fuck! [SCP-7065 falls from their chair, writhing in pain as they hold their abdomen. Large budges poke through SCP-7065's shirt as they gargle.] Dr. Ivers: Call the medic! Call Esme, get the stretcher— SCP-7065: No, no! Don't, don't! Dr. Ivers: What?! Why?! [SCP-7065 tears their shirt open and massages their abdomen. The bulges sink back into the skin, SCP-7065 slows their breath and leans against a wall.] SCP-7065: It doesn't like— [SCP-7065 begins to cough uncontrollably. Agent Rodney enters the interview room, holding a cup of coffee.] Agent Rodney: I heard screaming. What happened? Dr. Ivers: We're— SCP-7065: Oh… god… [SCP-7065 stares at the coffee cup and covers their mouth. SCP-7065 is thrown to the floor, bulges grow outward from their neck. Dr. Ivers and Agent Rodney rush to approach SCP-7065 before SCP-7065-A emerges from the former entity's mouth, burrowing through their hand. SCP-7065-A squeals.] Dr. Ivers: Holy— Agent Rodney: Shit! [SCP-7065-A swings back and knocks the coffee cup from Agent Rodney's grasp, spilling it on the floor. Dr. Ivers lets their pen fall from their hand and backs into the table. Agent Rodney rushes to the wall and activates the alarm. Agent Rodney then pulls out his gun and trains it on SCP-7065-A, remaining still but breathing heavily.] [SCP-7065-A presses against the spillage and sucks the liquid into their maw. Segments of SCP-7065-A's body contract and expand; the liquid can be seen going through the entity, through SCP-7065-A's hand and mouth. SCP-7065-A tears up as it writhes and twitches on the floor. It spots the pen, takes it, and writes on the floor.] ["OUT"] [Dr. Ivers continues to stare as the medical team enters the interview room. Dr. Ivers narrows his eyes and nods firmly.] [END LOG] Addedunum-7065.2: Dr. Ivers submitted a request for the extraction of SCP-7065-A from SCP-7065 on the basis that if not removed, the anomaly would be at high risk of self-neutralization. Upon gaining approval from Site Director Thomas Graham, Dr. Ivers authorized a series of tests in hopes of separating both entities. Attached below is an abridged log of notable events concerning SCP-7065. To see the full list, contact Dr. Ivers: ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7065/Event Log/File Count: 7 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Test #: 01 Proposal: SCP-7065 is to be administered various different types of anthelmintic medication and foodstuffs to gauge SCP-7065-A's reaction. Results: SCP-7065-A responded indifferently to all medication and foodstuffs with exception to those containing high amounts of overcooked meat and salt. This caused the entity to move erratically before becoming lethargic for the majority of the day. Reviewing the test's success, Dr. Ivers ordered SCP-7065 to be on a carnivorous diet. Notes: N/A Test #: 13 Proposal: After learning SCP-7065-A was susceptible to cold temperatures from a previous test, ice packs were to be placed on designated areas of SCP-7065's body to prompt the entity to evacuate the body. Results: SCP-7065-A violently shuddered for ten minutes. SCP-7065-A then burrowed sporadically around SCP-7065's liver and skeletal muscles; SCP-7065 experienced moderate pain and reported feeling 'getting a rope burn' under their skin. SCP-7065-A's ceased its burrowing when the ice packs were removed and the entity curled around SCP-7065's liver. Notes: SCP-7065-A has started to rest near SCP-7065's pectoral muscles and umbilical region. Test #: 19 Proposal: Electricity is to be administered to specific regions of SCP-7065's body, forcing SCP-7065-A to evacuate. The voltage is adjusted to not cause permanent harm to SCP-7065, who is sedated during the procedure. Results: After locating SCP-7065-A in the kneecap, a controlled electric shock was applied to the right thigh. SCP-7065-A convulsed, staying in place. After the third shock, it burrowed straight to SCP-7065's ribcage and wrapped curled around its aorta. Any electric shock now applied to the body was now amplified, and conducted straight into SCP-7065's heart. The entity resumed normal behavior a day after the test was aborted. Notes: SCP-7065 exhibited mood swings and prolonged nausea after Test 19 for the next nine weeks. Test #: 26 Proposal: Unsatisfied with the project's progress, Dr. Ivers ordered SCP-7065's dietary portions to be doubled in hopes of further weakening the creature. Results: SCP-7065 consumed pretzels and burnt steak. However, the chewed up foodstuffs would quickly be ejected from SCP-7065's mouth. Ultrasound imaging reveals SCP-7065-A to position itself with SCP-7065's esophagus and propel the foodstuff in real time.3 SCP-7065-A seems to repeat this process to most food items with the only exception being raw meat. Notes: SCP-7065 was placed on an emergency peripheral parenteral nutrition IV drip. Test #: 27 Proposal: SCP-7065 is to be positioned in front of an entrapment unit containing one entire raw chicken. SCP-7065 will open their mouths and wait for SCP-7065-A to enter the unit, restraining the entity. Results: SCP-7065 followed instructions but SCP-7065-A did not emerge. Half an hour into the test, SCP-7065 held their abdomen and collapsed to the floor in excruciating pain. Ultrasound imaging showed SCP-7065-A nibbling on SCP-7065's spleen. Citing SCP-7065's advancement of its emaciated state, Dr. Ivers ordered SCP-7065 to be placed on a highly restrictive Paleolithic diet. The entity immediately left the spleen alone. When interviewed about the new diet SCP-7065 expressed immense disappointment, stating it was 'fun while it lasted.' SCP-7065 did not elaborate. Notes: SCP-7065-A's middle clitellum, after subsequent feedings, grew in size. The entity now preferred to stay within the boundaries of the intestinal tract. Test #: 33 Proposal: SCP-7065 is to be anaesthetized. SCP-7065-A is to be surgically removed. Results: Jared Lamb, the lead surgeon, made an incision on SCP-7065's abdomen — SCP-7065-A was absent. Lamb ordered his assistant to use the ultrasound — SCP-7065-A was still absent. A quiet sizzling sound emanated underneath the surgical table. Lamb looked down and was attacked by SCP-7065-A, who punctured his abdomen. Lamb's screams were soon muffled when SCP-7065-A emerged from his mouth. Nearby security guards wielding riot gear attempt to assist Lamb. SCP-7065-A reacted by spewing a dark yellow, liquid substance at the guards, resulting in severe caustic burns.4 The surgeons backed away or fled the room. SCP-7065-A hissed at Lamb, then gripped its maw on his left eye. Lamb's screams turned into murmurs as SCP-7065-A slowly tunneled through the socket, emerging from the back of his head. SCP-7065-A swallowed the organ, retracted out of Lamb, and redirected its attention onto their host. The entity then bit into SCP-7065's liver, making a loud sucking sound before detaching. SCP-7065-A then spewed a green liquid onto the incision, which it followed up by burrowing directly on the surface of the skin.5. After the incision was healed, SCP-7065-A retreated back under the table. A response team entered the room, putting Lamb onto a stretcher.6 Notes: In spite of the team's preparations the experiment ultimately resulted in failure. SCP-7065-A has not left the intestinal tract since post-surgery. Ultrasound imaging shows SCP-7065-A to be resting in a curling positing, wrapping itself around its swollen clitellum. Elevated levels of testosterone, estrogen, and Human Chorionic Gonadotropin (hCG) was found in SCP-7065's body during this time. Test #: 37 Proposal: One last ultrasound was conducted hours prior to another attempt at surgical extraction Results: Ultrasound imaging depicted SCP-7065-A resting until it rotated its body. The entity now sported a human eyeball on its middle clitellum, which has grown to the point of putting immense strain on the entity's skin. The eyeball pulsed and twitched as its line of sight followed each of the human individuals in the room at the time. SCP-7065's tongue swirled in its maw, leaking acid. Surgery canceled. Notes: The surgery was postponed pending further instructions. Addedunum-7065.3: Following the conclusion of the thirty-seventh test imaging showed that SCP-7065-A had shrunken to 12 centimeters and appeared to be deceased. Due to this and Dr. Ivers' insistence, the entity was able to be successfully extracted through non-invasive means. Scientific analysis conducted on SCP-7065-A's carcass confirmed it to be a hermaphrodite and is genetically closer to the common earthworm than any other Annelid. An autopsy revealed that SCP-7065-A expired from internal hemorrhaging, indicated by its middle clitellum being deflated. Other than the loss of its teeth, no other injuries were visible postmortem. However, after the anomaly was declared neutralized, SCP-7065 commented on a lingering pain originating in their abdomen. Ultrasound imaging showed that remnants of SCP-7065-A's teeth were located in SCP-7065's digestive organs, more specifically near the esophageal, pyloric, and ileocecal sphincters. These teeth were planned to be surgically removed when a sudden complication arose. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7065/Ivers/Interview2 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Ivers: And how are you feeling today, SCP-7065? SCP-7065: Like crap. [SCP-7065 is resting in their bed and has regained their muscle mass. SCP-7065 uses a remote, turning up the volume to a television mounted on the wall; the movie Tremors (1990) is playing.] SCP-7065: But I'm doing better… considering. Just got back from my X-Ray. Is the teeth thing really that bad? Dr. Ivers: I'm not exactly privy to that information. SCP-7065: Oh… so it's even worse than we thought? Dr. Ivers: Whatever the case may be, I'm certain they can resolve it. We've worked tougher cases. SCP-7065: Good, good. So I'll get discharged as soon as I'm fixed up? Dr. Ivers: Correct SCP-7065: But not before I get memory wiped, right? Dr. Ivers: [Sigh] Correct. SCP-7065: So that's it? I get dumped somewhere without any recollection of this year. That doesn't seem fair. Dr. Ivers: To be fair, do you want to remember all this? SCP-7065: …Touché. Dr. Ivers: Look, I'm sorry but it's the rules. It's for security reasons, you know? But we'll do our best to get your life back on track. A cover story here, a financial pick-me-up there, it'll be like nothing changed at all. It's the best you're going to get I'm afraid. SCP-7065: Ugh… fine. I can live with that. At least that freak won't be stealing my portions again. Speaking of which… Thank you! Right here, thanks. [A nurse enters the room and sets a tray of orange juice and tomato soup in SCP-7065's lap. The nurse leaves. SCP-7065 consumes the soup when they notice Dr. Ivers frowning at them.] SCP-7065: What? Dr. Ivers: Isn't your surgery this afternoon? SCP-7065: It's soup. Worst case scenario I burn my tongue. The doc said they changed it tonight or tomorrow morning. Dr. Ivers: Well, alright them. If you already gotten the all clear… SCP-7065: It's miles better than what you people made me eat be— [SCP-7065 tries to sip their orange juice but accidentally spills a substantial amount on their shirt.] SCP-7065: Dammit! Dr. Ivers: You need a napkin? SCP-7065: No, I got some right here. I… erm… god! Dr. Ivers: God what? Did something happen? SCP-7065: I just f-feel… no… [Bulges appear under SCP-7065's gown.] SCP-7065: No… [SCP-7065 tears their gown open. The skin covering their abdomen are covered in bulges. SCP-7065 shakes.] SCP-7065: No! Dr. Ivers: C-Call the nurse… guards… get some people over here, something happening with the patient! SCP-7065: No, no! I was close! I was this fucking close! They got rid of it! I shouldn't— Aargh! [SCP-7065 holds onto the bed railing, hyperventilating until torn segments of their intestines burst from the skin. SCP-7065 ceases crying when he looks at their abdomen.] SCP-7065: [Heavy Breathing] [The intestines appear to be moving on their own and are sporting teeth from the torn areas. The intestines are sucking the orange juice from the gown. SCP-7065 screams and scrambles off from the bed, inadvertently spilling the soup on their face and chest.] Dr. Ivers: Stop moving! You'll— [As SCP-7065 frantically wipes the contents of the soup away from their eyes, they notice that their mouth is twitching on their accord. SCP-7065 chokes and gargles until a large green eyeball emerges from their lip.] Dr. Ivers: —hurt… [Teeth protrude from the lips. A white worm-like entity emerges from SCP-7065's jaw and stares at them. SCP-7065 shrieks and calls for help. SCP-7065's voice, however, is coming directly from the worm. The eyeball rolls back into the worm's maw. The worm squeals then clamps onto SCP-7065's face, sucking the soup from their nostrils.] Dr. Ivers: … [SCP-7065 thrashes wildly on the ground. Foundation personnel enter the room and restrain SCP-7065 and the worms. Another doctor approaches Dr. Ivers and hands him a sheet of X-Ray pictures. The clipboard trembles in Dr. Ivers hands, looking at SCP-7065 in shock.] [END LOG] Afterword: SCP-7065's internal organs have not been damaged as of initially surmised. It is now understood that SCP-7065's entire digestive system has been replaced by worm-like entities, disguised as ordinary digestive organs. SCP-7065 has been placed in a medically-induced coma for the time being until these worms (SCP-7065-B) can be fully analyzed. SCP-7065's object class has been changed back to Euclid. Footnotes 1. An eating plan based on foods humans consumed during the Paleolithic era. 2. Tapeworm. 3. Foodstuffs introduced via a gastrostomy tube was ejected as well. 4. The liquid was later found to be chemically similar to human stomach acid. 5. Camera footage showed SCP-7065-A consuming the damage tissue and defecating the regenerated tissue simultaneously. 6. Funds to support Lamb's ocular replacement and memory therapy was directly allocated from Dr. Ivers' paycheck by orders of Site Director Graham. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7065" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7065. 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SCP-7066 | safe | close Info X This is one of the SCP articles of all time. "Zombie Simpsons" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page Item #: SCP-7066 Special Containment: SCP-7066 is stored in a standard low-priority anomalous item locker at Site-19. Testing has been discontinued indefinitely by a majority vote of the Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-7066 is an anomalous Blu-ray DVD copy of the sixth season of The Simpsons, an animated sitcom created by American cartoonist Matt Groening. Individuals who view SCP-7066 will soon become subject to a myriad of unusual and highly distressing anomalous phenomena, culminating in their transformation into an instance of SCP-7066-1. This most often occurs as follows: 3-5 days after completion: Subject begins to exhibit significant behavioral changes, with a particular proclivity towards indolence, alcoholism, and uncharacteristic ineptitude. 5-10 days after completion: First signs of physical abnormalities. Rapid hair loss typically occurs at this stage. Subject’s skin will begin to discolor. Tumors resembling excess fat will begin to form throughout the subject's body. 10-15 days after completion: Subject's legs will begin to atrophy under the weight of tumoral growths. 15-20 days after completion: Subject will begin to undergo severe exophthalmos, disrupting sleeping patterns. 1+ month after completion: Tumors spread to the subject’s entire body. Subject’s voice begins to deepen, with new oral cavities forming in the subject’s neck and torso to accommodate increased tumoral presence. Further progression of anomalous effects cease. Investigations into SCP-7066’s origins are ongoing. Discovery: SCP-7066 was retrieved from PU-ASX#623 on August 7th, 2047, as a part of a broader initiative by the Department of Applied Metaphysics to establish containment of dangerous anomalies in parallel realities with defunct or nonexistent SCP Foundations. Of note, PU-ASX#623 was believed to have undergone a large-scale XK-Class “End of the World” scenario at some point1 prior to its discovery. However, the building in which SCP-7066 was discovered — an abandoned FOX2 recording studio in Los Angeles, California, showed signs of habitation mere days before discovery. SCP-7066 was found playing in a concealed sub-basement of the building, along with over a dozen deceased instances of SCP-7066-1. A frayed Post-it note, attached to the VCR display, read as follows: Need to iron out a few kinks, but this should be enough to hold us off — for now. It’s been a rough sixty years, Matt, but we’ll weather this. We always do. I promise. Call me when you’re ready. The show must go on. Footnotes 1. Estimated at around 7 years. 2. The broadcasting corporation responsible for producing The Simpsons. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7066" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7066. Licensed under CC-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-7067 | safe | Photo of SCP-7067 in use in ██████, Lousianna, recovered from the Juneau estate. Item #: SCP-7067 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7067 is to be stored in a standard Medium Object Locker (MOL) in Site-111, Safe Item Containment Wing. Efforts to censor/destroy archived U.S. Census data gathered with SCP-7067 began on 1962/12/03 and were declared complete on 1965/03/09. Description: SCP-7067 is a wooden box measuring roughly 0.5 m by 0.5 m by 1.5 m, consisting of glued wooden planks with steel reinforcements on its edges. A slot is situated on the forward face of the box, marked with 'PAPER' in painted block letters. Located underneath the slot, there is a chute exiting the box and a horizontal tray, marked with 'ENUMERATION RESULTS' in the same font. A steel lever is located on the right face of the box, marked similarly with 'ENUMERATE'. The only other marking on SCP-7067 is a United States Marshal Service property stamp, which has been overstamped by a United States Census Bureau property stamp. SCP-7067 contains a male human corpse of unknown identity, designated SCP-7067-1. CT scans taken of SCP-7067 during its intake on Site-111 indicate that SCP-7067-1 is sat down against the left face of the box in a fetal position and is in a state of mild decomposition, inconsistent with the expected progression of decomposition after approximately 200 years. Subsequent CT scans indicate no further decomposition over time. SCP-7067-1 is surrounded by a large mechanical system of gears and pinwheels, similar to that of a 19th-century style mechanical calculator. Two wires originate from SCP-7067-1's body and run to various pieces of machinery within the box: one from where its heart would approximately be, one from the base of its skull. When the lever attached to the box is cranked and paper is supplied through the slot, SCP-7067 will output a tabulated overview of census statistics corresponding to questions asked during the United States Census of 1870 (e.g. sex, color, marital state, parentage) for all individuals present within visual range of the box. It has been theorized that SCP-7067-1 plays a critical role in the mechanism by which SCP-7067 performs this tabulation, but this remains poorly understood at the time of writing. This tabulation includes sum total and percentage make-up, but infrequently, it will also contain statistics outside of the 1870 Census questions, ranging from distributions of religious belief or political standing to nonsequiturs such as ‘number of horse owners’ or ‘average length of left index finger’. Recovery history: SCP-7067 was acquired on 1961/02/21 as a result of a routine examination of U.S. civil records. One field agent was dispatched to the small bayou town of Perry, Louisiana, after the archival examination indicated that Perry had kept extensive census records from 1890 to 1940 containing nonsequitur statistics, such as the 'average number of crawfish caught per capita', 'virgin men and woman', 'number of liars'. The field agent, posing as a historian, questioned elderly citizens on the way censuses were historically performed in the town. One retired citizen, Thomas Beauregard, previously employed as a parish clerk, recounted a story told to him by his father about a young man "with a knack for numbers", who would "always help the marshal1 by writing up the table at the town's meeting in a flash". Beauregard was found to be in possession of SCP-7067 (having "saved it from the scrapyard"), which the town started to use in Beauregard’s youth, "a short while after the boy's family moved away". On request by the field agent, Beauregard demonstrated its function. SCP-7067 was subsequently purchased by the field agent under the guise of it being a potential museum piece, in addition to documents related to SCP-7067 (see Addendum-7067-01). Deployment of amnestics was deemed to be unnecessary. Addendum-7067-01: Document description: A transcript of a letter purchased alongside SCP-7067. When the field agent inquired about the nature of the letter, Beauregard noted that the document was 'simply stored with the machine', and had not personally seen any connection between it and SCP-7067. 16th of June, 1869 Respected democrat of the General Assembly, You will most likely agree with me that the last election results for the House have been disastrous. Louisiana has a strong history of representation by the Democrats, which has been lost after the war between the states. Without appropriate action, I believe we may permanently lose what we have fought so hard for. Photo recovered from the Juneau estate, dated 20/08/1869. With the decennial national census only half a year away, I see an opportunity to better organize the boundaries of our congressional districts. Combating the Republicans must begin by ensuring that our voters have fair weight in each district. The Marshals are willing and able under my supervision to help during the enumeration. A talented associate of mine will be able to offer crucial assistance. I hereby humbly invite you to the town hall of Baton Rouge on the 20th of August to discuss details with you. The Marshal service shall show you it offers no small feats. Yours respectfully, D. G. Juneau, Chief Deputy Marshal of the United States District Court for the District of Louisiana D.G. Juneau was determined from U.S. Marshal archival data to be Daniel G. Juneau, born 1820/01/02 in Perry, Louisiana. Foundation analysis indicated that, following the United States Census of 1870, redistricting in 1872 in Louisiana led to large changes in the borders of the existing congressional districts and the addition of a sixth one; all of these were heavily biased towards the voting base of the Democratic party. Notably, Juneau was elected as House of Representative delegate for the 3rd congressional district of Louisiana in 1875, serving two terms, before becoming Senator in 1879, serving two terms again. Experiment-7067-01: The anomalous ability of SCP-7067 to tabulate a crowd of people was experimentally verified by placing groups of D-Class personnel around SCP-7067, providing it with paper and pulling its operating lever. 15 D-Class personnel were picked at random, resulting in a group of 9 male and 6 female subjects. When tabulated, output was as follows: QUESTION/STATISTIC RESPONSE NUMBER OF ENUMERATED 16 SEX 10 men (62.5%), 6 women (37.5%) PROFESSION 1 fisherman (6.25%), 1 financialist (6.25%), 1 physicist (6.25%), 2 merchants (12.50%), 4 journeymen (25%), 5 unemployed (37.5%) … REDACTED FOR BREVITY … ATTENDED SCHOOL WITHIN THE YEAR 4 yes (25%), 12 no (75%) CANNOT READ OR WRITE 3 illiterate (18.75%), 13 literate (81.25%) DEAF & DUMB, BLIND, INSANE, IDIOTIC, PAUPER OR CONVICT 15 convicts (93.8%) - 8 murderers (53.3%), 4 rapers (26.6%), 3 burglars (20%) & 1 innocent (6.2%) Tabulation results indicate one person more than expected was accounted for in the experiment. SCP-7067, allowing for this off-by-one error, was able to correctly tabulate the experimental subjects on all census questions. Experiment-7067-02: To better determine the state of SCP-7067-1, it was decided to visually inspect the inside of SCP-7067. To minimize damage to SCP-7067, a small hole was drilled where CT scans had previously indicated no machinery was present. A fiber optic cable with a camera was fed through to inspect inside. SCP-7067-1's state of decay was confirmed to be unexpectedly mild for its projected age: skin has begun to slough off and pallor and livor mortis are apparent, but all other soft tissues are intact. When SCP-7067-1's eyes were examined, it was found the eyelids remain open and that the eyes followed the light of the cable. After the cable was retracted, SCP-7067 began ejecting tabulation results from its chute unprompted until its supply of paper had run out. All tabulations were identical: NUMBER OF ENUMERATED: 1 DEAF & DUMB, BLIND, INSANE, IDIOTIC, PAUPER OR CONVICT: innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent Experimentation was terminated and no further testing is scheduled. Footnotes 1. The U.S. Marshal Service was responsible for taking the national census every decade up until 1870: local deputy marshals would travel from village to village to collect census data, which would be tabulated manually afterwards by workers called ‘enumerators’. |
SCP-7068 | safe | Item#: 7068 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7068's Interior Gallery [Photo Taken by D-1937] Special Containment Procedures: The property containing SCP-7068 has been purchased by the Foundation under the guise of an ongoing demolition project due to community safety concerns. All exterior windows are to be covered up with black curtains, and both doors must remain shut unless the object is undergoing exploration. Any trespassers are to be detained and amnesticised. Description: SCP-7068 is an art gallery located within a small house on Fox Lane in Ozawkie, Kansas. The internal dimensions of the gallery are not consistent with its external dimensions, with the space within the house extending far past what the exterior walls would allow. Currently, no end to the space has been discovered during explorations within SCP-7068. SCP-7068 contains a seemingly endless number of art pieces. Artwork contained within the gallery does not correlate with existing public pieces. All pieces are attributed to real individuals, with further research revealing these individuals as minor artists or individuals who had interest in the arts at one point in their lives but never pursued them. The exterior of SCP-7068 is a structurally unsound, deteriorating building, made of wood painted a light blue, and its roof is covered in overgrowth after neglect. The wood is splintered and stained from weather, and a majority of the windows were previously broken before the Foundation was able to purchase the property. The interior of SCP-7068 contains an even amount of lighting throughout the interior using standard, unbranded LED lamps typically found in museum displays. These lights do not appear to have an expiration date. Each light points in the general direction of artwork displayed on the wall; at maximum, there are 2 per display. Pieces which are displayed in SCP-7068 vary in size and professionalism, and do not appear to be placed in any particular order or fashion. These pieces of artwork vary in quality, from those produced by professionally trained artists to drawings by children. Discovery: SCP-7068 was first reported on 4/24/████ by Foundation researcher Dr. Hugh Yates, who had arrived with the intention of visiting relatives in Ozawkie. Dr. Yates reported the anomaly after an urban explorer had exited SCP-7068 and noted the discrepancy between the building's internal and external dimensions ADDENDUM 0-7068 Interviewed: Mrs. Orla Finch Interviewer: Dr. Hugh Yates Foreword: Mrs. Finch is an urban explorer at the age of 35, and entered SCP-7068’s property on 4/24/████ and discovered its anomalous properties before Dr. Yates came within vicinity of the property. She was later taken in for questioning to describe the area before testing proceeded. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Yates: Mrs. Finch, can you first start by why you chose to explore this building in the first place? Mrs. Finch: Well, I was told about it by an aunt of mine. She knows I do this for a living, so I took her word for it to go check it out. I didn’t really expect– you know. All of this. Dr. Yates: I understand. Can you first describe to me a brief description of the interior? Mrs. Finch: Sure. It was really clean, definitely not what I expected, and it was really well lit. Uh… white walls, dark gray flooring, basic gallery lookin' place. I will say though, there wasn't a front desk or anything when I entered. Just started straight at an exhibit with some random pieces scattered around. Dr. Yates: Do you remember any specifics about the pieces by chance? Their professionalism level, their topic? Mrs. Finch: Uhm, kinda. I remember two right at the beginning as soon as I opened the door. There was a really nice painting of a sunset that looked only half finished right next to, maybe a kid’s drawing of a sunflower. The two were really contrasting. Dr. Yates: Did these pieces have names by chance, or any type of indication to who they belonged to? Mrs. Finch: They both did, yea. I think one they were just called ‘Sunset’ and ‘Sunflower,’ but the artists were named… I think Joshua for the sunflower, and then the sunset was by… Martha something. I don’t remember the last name, sorry. SCP-7068's Exterior Gallery [Photo Taken by D-1937] Dr. Yates: That’s fine– that’s good enough info on its own. Was there anything else you noticed while you were inside? Mrs. Finch: Actually, yea. So– when I kept on walking through the building, there was just so much new artwork. I thought at some point it’d start repeating, and I’d have gone full circle, but the interior didn’t line up with the exterior at all. It was huge in there, honestly I was scared about getting too deep and getting lost, so I turned back around after walking for a bit. Dr. Yates: Was it seemingly endless, then? Mrs. Finch: Essentially, yes. But I assume there’s an endpoint somewhere, I’m just not the one willing to walk through the entirety of it. Oh– and there’s one more thing I wanna mention. There was something off while I was looking back inside after leaving the building too. Dr. Yates: Well, what was it? Mrs. Finch: I looked through the windows and I didn’t see the art gallery through them. It more matched up with the exterior, and it looked really worn out in there. Dr. Yates: So visually, it was all just an abandoned house until you entered it? Mrs. Finch: Exactly. After that, uh… that’s it. Those were the only really weird things I saw– can I go home now? Dr. Yates: Almost, yes. We have one more procedure for you to do, and after that, you can leave. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Finch– your information has greatly helped us. Now if you would just follow me out here, we’ll get you a ride home if needed… [END LOG] Closing Statement: Orla Finch was sent back home after receiving Class A amnestics, and the property containing SCP-7068 was purchased on 4/26/████. Addendum A-7068 Exploration Video Log Transcript Subject: SCP-7068 Team Lead: Dr. Hugh Yates Team Members: D-2427 Notes: The very first test conducted in SCP-7068, Dr. Yates specifically picked D-2427 as a subject due to her background with art; subject was previously an art student heading into an illustration career, eventually giving up for unknown reasons. During the experiment, subject was required to wear a chest buckle harness attached to a pulley system for insurance that the subject wouldn’t be lost, as well as use for emergency retrieval if needed. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Yates: Alright. D-2427, can you hear me? (A brief moment of radio silence.) D-2427: I can hear you fine, doctor. Can I ask what this place is now? It’s kinda run down, but there doesn’t seem to be anything off about it. Am I supposed to be feeling like my head’s about to pop off or something? Dr. Yates: No, your head won’t pop off. There’s nothing visibly anomalous about SCP-7068's exterior, so you’re going to have to step inside. The task force agents with you should either have already opened up the doors, or they should be doing that now. (The distant sounds of chains being removed from SCP-7068’s door can be heard in the distance as D-2427 begins talking again.) D-2427: Is this some haunted house then? Am I gonna get eaten by a radioactive bird in there or something? Dr. Yates: Lucky for you, no. You’re just going to explore and describe the area to me; a basic exploration mission more than a test. Now, step through the open door. (There isn't any noise for a moment before D-2427 begins to walk, her footsteps making sound as she approaches the door and eventually enters, as signaled by the footsteps suddenly meeting the sound of newly waxed floors.) D-2427: Oh, wow. This is the weird part, I guess. Everything’s really clean, the floors are all polished too… smells kind of like a new car in here. Dr. Yates: Good to know. Please keep walking forward into the gallery, and feel free to explore in whatever direction you’d like to go. Let me know if you spot anything odd. (There’s the sound of squeaking shoes on the floors for about one minute and twenty-three seconds before conversation begins to pick up again.) D-2427: Well, there’s some name plaques under all of these pieces. But I don't really recognize any of their names, and some of these pieces don't even have titles. But– oh. Dr. Yates: Is something wrong? D-2427: No, nothing wrong. Just saw a piece I liked. I’m going over to it. (D-2427 can be heard taking what seems to be a left, and looking into a section of the gallery at a piece. It takes about 2 minutes for the subject to speak up again.) D-2427: There’s a signature that I can’t read in the right corner. Don’t recognize it either. Dr. Yates: Interesting. Noted… do you think you could try to take this piece off the wall? And is the picture you’re looking at a canvas or a paper? D-2427: This one's- canvas. Unframed, so I should be able to take it off the wall. Just give me a second… (D-2427 begins to attempt to take off the painting from the wall. Sounds of exertion continue as subject continues for about three minutes, D-2427 gives up and steps back.) D-2427: No dice on just prying it off with my hands. Dr. Yates: Hm… I see. Well, do you think you can try to peek behind the canvas? Is there enough space between it and the wall to do that? D-2427: None, can’t even if I wanted to. Should I move on or something? Dr. Yates: Yes, then. Move along and look for any other abnormalities. D-2427: I mean, so far there’s no other abnormalities beyond that… maybe in the way its seemingly endless, that’s weird, but– (The sound of D-2427’s feet stop moving through the microphone capture. D-2427 is standing still, looking at something in a form of shock.) Dr. Yates: D-2427? Do we need to activate the retrieval system? Do you hear me? D-2427: No, no. Don’t activate it; is this seriously–? (D-2427 can be heard very quickly walking over to an area.) D-2427: Oh, god. It’s… mine. This one’s my piece. Dr. Yates: Your piece is displayed in the gallery? Well, congratulations. D-2427: Congratulations my ass, I threw this away after my fifteenth position rejection. Dr. Yates: Really? Can you describe the drawing to me? (D-2427 is hesitant, and remains silent for a minute or two before beginning to describe her artwork in the gallery.) D-2427: It’s a piece on plain paper, made out of charcoal, and it’s a drawing of a bicolor, tuxedo cat, whatever you wanna call it. It was– is. It’s a drawing of my old cat Chimney from about a year back. He died pretty recently. I threw this away after I was rejected because of it, tore it into shreds so nobody could find it. Dr. Yates: I see… so this piece was previously disposed of. D-2427's Drawing of "Chimney the Cat" [Redrawn by Researcher Kazuyuki Kasuke] D-2427: Yes, and it was supposed to stay that way. What kind of sick prank is this? Did you do this on purpose? Are you mocking my failure here, sir? Dr. Yates: Nothing of the sort D-2427– I was unaware of this being anywhere in the gallery. I had no intention of offending you. May I ask why this is upsetting? Is the image distorted of any sort, disturbing or unsettling? D-2427: No, it’s not. Not in the slightest. That’s what makes this so damn terrible though, it’s in perfect condition. There’s no rips or tears on it, not even a wrinkle. I remember turning it in as my application with a wrinkle from erasing too much. That’s the worst part though, this isn’t ruined at all, but it’s supposed to be, you see? Because this is exactly what I never wanted to see again. Dr. Yates: What you never wanted to see again? D-2427: This piece, my art, my career being washed down the drain along with all my enjoyment of it. You know, I probably would've gotten farther if I wasn't already on try fifteen of trying to get a job. I kept getting rejected and rejected. (D-2427 begins to pick up their talking pace and seems to begin talking quieter after seeing their own drawing lost in an unknown art display, as Dr. Yates begins speaking orders into a microphone for the on-site agents to begin dragging the subject back towards the entrance.) D-2427: Why is this here? Is this some prank? You just slapped my hard work, sweat and blood into some middle of nowhere gallery for me to see one day? You put it in an abandoned house on the side of the road for me to pass by and never see again, didn’t you? (As D-2427’s harness begins to slowly drag her back after the pulley system is activated, she clings onto one of the walls and begins dragging herself forward back towards her piece, as indicated by the sounds of shoes squeaking against the ground violently.) Dr. Yates: D-2427, please return without any further troubles, we’ll discuss it more there. I assure you, none of this was targeted or intended, now please remain calm. D-2427: This is just a strike at my pride, huh? You knew my cat died, so you put the one picture of him that I threw away in here to make me miserable about him AND my lost career. You wanna know something? I think you guys are even worse than the people who rejected me, here you are throwing me into death or death situations and expecting me to just comply properly, while I sit here still wishing I could–! (D-2427 is violently being yanked back at this point, but she manages to grab a corner of her artwork before they can fully pull her back via the rope.) D-2427: If I could just fix one mistake, go back and submit this again–! (There is the sound of the drawing tearing, the paper remaining in D-2427’s hands as she is dragged back outside of SCP-7068. Testing commences, and D-2427 is taken back into custody. The section of the drawing torn off from “Chimney the Cat” was taken by Dr. Yates, and upon further inspection, D-2427’s name was seemingly on the back of the piece due to the letters “MA” being present in lead. D-2427's career change was confirmed to have been caused by rejection, further tests conducted with SCP-7068 are not to involve D-2427.) [END LOG] Addendum B-7068 Exploration Video Log Transcript Subject: SCP-7068 Team Lead: Dr. Hugh Yates Team Members: D-1937 Notes: Dr. Yates requested a D-Class without any artistic backgrounds, D-1937 chosen for this reason. Same procedures used when testing D-2427 with the addition of a DSLR camera for pictures of SCP-7068’s exterior and interior for files. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Yates: D-1937, is the camera you’ve been given working? (The noise of a camera clicking can be heard, and then the lens can be heard contracting as the photo processes.) D-1937: Yea, it works fine. I already took one of the house. It looks like this thing is about to fall over, though. Dr. Yates: Well, if it does, you have the emergency system, so no need to worry about it too much. D-1937: Yea, I’ll just worry a smidge then. Can I go in now, or do I wait for a command? Dr. Yates: You can head in whenever you’re ready, just signify when– D-1937: Alright then, I’m going in now. Tooth Fairy by Amanda Hill [Photo Taken by D-1937] (D-1937 can be heard walking forward rather slowly, and eventually making it to the left entrance of SCP-7068. Footsteps take a pause as they meet new ground, and shortly after there is a camera click.) D-1937: Well… it’s a lot of art, that’s for sure. Ah damn, that photo was blurry. Dr. Yates: Don’t worry about one blurry photo too much. Just keep on walking, and take pictures frequently when you think it's right. We only really need one for the files anyways. D-1937: Eh, alright then. Do you want me to keep talking while I do my thing, or should I just shut up? Dr. Yates: Either one. Just do what you need to do, D-1937. D-1937: Gotcha. (D-1937 stays silent as they walk through the gallery, his shoes can be heard audibly squeaking over the floors. The silence is momentarily broken by the sounds of a camera clicking, D-1937 commenting about the picture he took, and then moving on. D-1937 walks in silence taking pictures for an estimated 7 minutes.) Home by Hugo Fleming [Photo Taken by D-1937] D-1937: These pieces are nice. Some of them don't really look finished though, and– oh. This one’s torn. Dr. Yates: Torn? Can you go observe the painting for me please? D-1937: Well, it’s not a painting, I think. It might be pencil, a lot of it, heavy… or what’s that chalky thing called? I don’t know, but it's really good. Tuxedo cat, black and white… called “Chimney the Cat.” Super realistic, honestly– this is impressive. Dr. Yates: I see. Could you please specify where it’s torn so I can confirm something? D-1937: Yea, it’s torn… in the top left hand corner. Dr. Yates: Noted– damages sustained… can you describe the drawings around the area? What variety is there? D-1937: A good amount of variety– this one’s definitely done by a kid. Looks like something you’d hang up on the fridge, but it's not bad quality wise. Bunch of buildings, palm trees, somewhat colored sky… it’s cute at least. This one is uh, “Paradise” by… Kazuyuki Kasuke? Dr. Yates: By Dr–? Ok, well, if you would take a picture of it, that’d be great. D-1937: On it. (D-1937 follows instructions to take clear photographs of the area, and moves onto the next.) D-1937: A few more kid drawings slapped around here. Their full names are all displayed, uh… do you want me to read them all out? Banana by Lillia Austin [Photo Taken by D-1937] Dr. Yates: Yes, please, at least for this section. D-1937: Okay, so… “Banana by Lillia Austin”, "Tooth Fairy by Amanda Hill”, “Home by Hugo Fleming”, and “Sid by Sid Abbott”… Oh, this is a self portrait. Not bad, not bad. (D-1937 can be heard taking more pictures.) D-1937: I think I got a decent amount of pictures. Got some up close and far away ones… do you need anything else other than that? Dr. Yates: No, probably not, considering you took a lot. You can head back now if you'd like. D-1937: Sick, I'm headed out. (Subject then begins to follow the rope in order to return, walking at a steady pace.) Dr. Yates: While you're walking back, can I hear your personal opinion on the artwork displayed? D-1937: I mean, yea, sure. You're not gonna get much out of me though, I have no idea how to talk about art. Uh, let's see… I liked the colors I guess. And the ideas weren't bad- you know, considering they were probably around 5 or something. If I was a kid, I'd be jealous they even knew how to use anything other than a pencil. Sid by Sid Abbott [Photo Taken by D-1937] Dr. Yates: Did you want to draw as a kid previously? D-1937: Mmm… don't think so, no. And if I did, it wasn't really important. (There is a long pause as D-1937 continues to walk back in silence, the light sound of air conditioning blowing through SCP-7068.) D-1937: But I will say, I think I grew up surrounded by a bunch of artist friends. It's pretty cool how they can do all that stuff, but when you're a kid, you're probably getting in trouble for doing art on your homework more than you're being praised for it. That's kinda how schools still treat art, not 'work', just a waste of time. Man, I don't think I can remember how many times I watched a kid get chewed up for doing a small doodle on a sheet. Dr. Yates: I see… both of our schools seemed to be similarly strict on the arts, then. D-1937: Oh, for sure they were. But I don't think it was just them- it was really any school you went to. I'm sure they've improved a little on that act, but you know, you can't undo what you already ruined. A lot of dreams died in that school, like a massacre of futures out there. It was pretty brutal. (As D-1937 begins to approach the entrance to SCP-7068, subject takes about 17 seconds to stop and look through the pictures photographed throughout exploration. Eventually, he asks a question.) D-1937: …are you gonna print these out and hang them on a fridge or something? They're not bad photos. Dr. Yates: No, these will only be going into a file for SCP-7068, sadly. Thank you for your cooperation in this exploration, please step out whenever you're ready. (After testing concluded, research confirmed each drawing photographed by D-1937 were created by the mentioned individuals during a time in which they still explored the arts. None of these individuals correlated with each other in any way, only common factor being past connections to art before throwing pieces away.) [END LOG] ADDENDUM C-7068 Interviewed: Dr. Kazuyuki Kasuke Interviewer: Dr. Hugh Yates Foreword: Dr. Yates requested an interview to be scheduled with Dr. Kazuyuki, who had been assigned to recreate D-2427’s drawing for the Foundation. Dr. Kazuyuki's art had been found on display in SCP-7068, linking back to his previous experiences in art. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kazuyuki: Dr. Yates. Good to see you again. Dr. Yates: The same goes to you Kasuk– Dr. Kazuyuki. Apologies. Thank you for your agreement to meet up with me so suddenly. Dr. Kazuyuki: I'll let it slide this time. I’m assuming this project has something to do with your research into SCP-7068. Dr. Yates: Yes, it does. I just have a few questions to run by you concerning evidence we found while exploring, so if you would answer these completely honestly, that would be great. Dr. Kazuyuki: Understood. Please continue. Dr. Yates: Yes, of course… firstly– may you please describe your background in art, your associations with it? Dr. Kazuyuki: …I see. So this is the direction you're taking? What, did you find something in there? Dr. Yates: Well– uh… multiple in there, actually. All were under– Dr. Kazuyuki: My name. Figured. Curious, how it has all of them in there, I remember putting most of mine in the trash. If mine are in there, is there the chance that your childhood drawings are in there? (Dr. Yates flushes and refuses to indulge in the idea for much longer.) Dr. Kazuyuki: Well, no matter, I guess. My background with art is a little… complicated. My father was an artist himself, but sadly not in a fun, supportive way. You wouldn’t like him if you met him– the entire Foundation wouldn’t, actually. Dr. Yates: Can I ask why? Dr. Kazuyuki: Ever heard of 'Are We Cool Yet?' Dr. Yates: Oh– oh. I see. Dr. Kazuyuki: Precisely. But moving on, because of him, I have some background with wanting to become an artist. But I grew out of it– as most do, sadly. Dr. Yates: Really? Well, I mean… it seems like you didn’t, seeing as you’re the one who redrew D-2427’s art. It was well done as well, so– Dr. Kazuyuki: That’s not art as much as it is work now. Becoming an artist required me to love art, but I already had that pretty ruined for me. It’s easy to do that in art, ruin everything and then abandon it. But no more on that, I guess. That’s all my background in art. Dr. Yates: Ah… ok. Well, next question– do you… never mind that one, you answered that. Next question, do you have any associations with publicly displaying your art at any point in your career? Paradise by Kazuyuki Kasuke [Photo Taken by D-1937] Dr. Kazuyuki: Not once, no. I’ve never really publicly shared my art in any form before. Dr. Yates: So nobody besides a few exceptions had any idea about the existence of these works? Dr. Kazuyuki: Yes. Is that your last question? This interview seems to be leading you nowhere, Yates. Dr. Yates: Well, almost. I’d like one final statement from you. Just be honest with me here– brutally honest even. Dr. Kazuyuki: Well, be brutally honest on what? The art in there? Dr. Yates: Nearly, once again. I’d like to ask you to look at this, and then tell me a little more about your associations with art in the past, and in the present. (Paper can be heard sliding across the table, and Dr. Kazuyuki stays silent for a while.) Dr. Kazuyuki: This is a children’s drawing. Dr. Yates: Yes, yours to be specific… right? Dr. Kazuyuki: “Paradise?” Hm. (Dr. Kazuyuki picks up the files and begins to flip through them, reading them over for a split second before sighing at all the images. Thrown away works in progress, completed pieces from before, sloppy and half-hearted pieces, along with pieces which display some sort of enjoyment for the activity.) Dr. Kazuyuki: My statement to you is that the art in there is lost, and it should stay lost, I guess. But what else do you want? If this is it, then I think we’re done here. Dr. Yates: Sorry, just a second more. Dr. Kazuyuki… see, I have a theory explaining the reason all these pieces are in here, and you’ve confirmed a half of it, but– if you would, could you explain your current feelings on art? Dr. Kazuyuki: …this feels more like a personal intervention than a work related interview. Dr. Yates: I assure you, this isn't one of those. I'm keeping this work related, but– well, your personal opinions may be more impactful to my work here. Dr. Kazuyuki: Hm. Well, fine then. My current feelings on art are mixed, but I believe art is a passion that dies out as quickly as it lights. At some point, you start caring more about the monetization of your work more than your enjoyment of it. And then at the next stop, you can't find the passion anymore, the dream is dead and you feel like you died with it. So I stopped making it my main goal, and made my focus on the Foundation. Dr. Yates: So you lost it? Your love for art? Dr. Kazuyuki: No. I never did– nobody ever really does. I still love art, but not in the way I used to. I just got tired one day and decided I was finished questioning myself over art– if it was even worth getting out of bed to try and draw, and then slumping back over when the day is done all for nothing to be done. It just gets harder and harder to get out of bed. And that’s when I quit. Perhaps the same applies to every other artwork hanging in there, just a lost passion drifting around. (Dr. Kazuyuki checks his watch. The time is 3:18 pm.) Dr. Kazuyuki: I’m unsure if I’ve simply overshared, or if I’ve actually confirmed or denied your hypothesis. But I assume by your face… you've come to an answer of some sort. Dr. Yates: …I suppose so. Thank you, Dr. Kazuyuki. My hypothesis has been confirmed. Dr. Kazuyuki: I applaud you for that, I guess. Dr. Yates: Thanks. But I wish I wasn't right for once. (The two stand in silence, and there is a brief moment of concern from Dr. Kazuyuki.) Dr. Kazuyuki: …I'm sorry. Dr. Yates: No, don't be. You're fine, it's all just a bit saddening. It's a beautiful gallery, really. I wish more people could see it. Dr. Kazuyuki: I'm sure they can live without it. Dr. Yates: They can live without it, but that experience with it would have been great for all of us. Dr. Kazuyuki: Dr. Yates, if this interview is over, then I'm leaving. (Dr. Kazuyuki prepares to leave before Dr. Yates stops him at the door.) Dr. Yates: Apologies– but can we talk later? In– in the cafeteria together, preferably just the two of us? More… personally. (Silence. And then, Dr. Kazuyuki simply nods.) Dr. Kazuyuki: At 4 o' clock, yes. If you aren't there, I'll leave. Dr. Yates: Thank you. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Dr. Kauzyuki Kasuke’s father was confirmed to have been Kazuyuki ████████, who was detained by the Foundation due to associations with ‘Are We Cool Yet?’ |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: NSFW content, risk of depersonalization. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7069 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A copy of SCP-7069 is kept on an encrypted flash drive in a secure object locker in Site-43. No personnel are permitted to use SCP-7069. While no additional copies of SCP-7069 are believed to exist, should any be discovered, they are to be remotely deleted. Cover of SCP-7069-EPUB Description: SCP-7069 is a zip archive that contains two files: SCP-7069-AO3 and SCP-7069-EPUB. SCP-7069-AO3 is an .html file that, when opened, contains an interface resembling a limited version of the "Publish" interface of the internet fiction website "Archive Of Our Own" (AO3). The interface differs from the AO3 publish interface in that the "Fandoms" field is locked to "Real Person Fiction" and cannot be altered, the "No Archive Warnings Apply" checkbox in the "Archive Warnings" section is checked and cannot be unchecked, there will always be an entry in the "Relationships" field in the form of Y/Reader, where Y is the user of SCP-7069-AO3's name, and only the Tags and Prefaces subsections are included. Users are not able to specify work associations, work privacy, or the content of the work. SCP-7069-EPUB is an .epub file that, when not prompted by use of SCP-7069-AO3, contains two pages: a cover page with the title "VK Presents: Reader x You: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story," and a back page with the following description: Brought to you by VKTM Fan Spotlight: Ever hear of Swan Theory? Don't believe it? Want to meet the secret puppet masters (Swan Entities 🦢) supposedly pulling the strings of all reality? Well wonder no more: Vikander-Kneed Technical Media is proud to present a way to become intimately acquainted with the nerds who dreamed you into being. Meet your makers. Dethrone your false gods or know them biblically. Warning: Higher narrative entities reading this may experience utterly unpredictable events. An individual may use SCP-7069 by filling out SCP-7069-AO3. They have the full freedom to fill out the remaining fields i.e., "Characters", "Categories", and "Additional Tags". The "Characters" field will autopopulate with people the user knows; the "Additional Tags" field accesses AO3's tag database, though it also accepts freeform entries. The user may specify a title and a summary for the story to be entered. When the user clicks the "Publish" button, SCP-7069-EPUB will enter an inaccessible state for an observed period of 10 to 30 minutes. After this generation period is over, the file will contain a story adhering to the parameters of what the user entered, using the user's entered summary as a prompt. The cover of SCP-7069 will change to reflect the contents of the story, though with significant artistic license. The user of SCP-7069-AO3 will experience the events described within SCP-7069-EPUB within 1 week, on average. Testing: After extensive deliberation, the Ethics Committee permitted limited testing of SCP-7069 under the stipulations that: The narratives prompted must be constrained and small scale i.e., must be "slice of life." The narratives prompted must not contravene consensus normalcy i.e., no "alternate universe" scenarios such as Broken Masquerade The narratives must explicitly guarantee the informed consent of experimental participants. Test 1: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer volunteered for testing SCP-7069 due to her experience with VKTM anomalies as well as her memetics resistance. The parameters selected were chosen to minimize individual risk. SCP-7069 Test 1 Parameters Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Lillian Lillihammer/Reader Characters: Lillian Lillihammer, Original Female Character Categories: Gen Tags: Slice of Life, Coffee Shops, Crush at First Sight, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Meet-Cute, Flustered Reader, Useless Lesbians Title: A Chance Encounter Summary: While running errands in nearby Grand Bend, Dr Lillian Lillihammer meets someone new. Who is this mysterious stranger, and how do you know so much about her? Researcher notes: My goal with these "tags" — I don't know how fanfiction works because I have a satisfying life — is to "meet" a "Swan Entity" [sic] that's so instantly dumbstruck by "meeting" me that I'll be in absolutely no danger. I did some preliminary research — acknowledgements to Dr. Blank — and apparently the term "Fluff" means stories with no violence. I wanted to make the "Swan Entity" [sic] as useless as possible, and the "tag name" in the interface was specifically "Useless Lesbians." Yes, I know it looks vain to assume I can manifest someone who's maddeningly in love with me. No, I don't think it's misplaced. I wonder if this is what using a dating app is like. SCP-7069-EPUB generated the following text: START OF GENERATED FILE You're sitting in a cute little coffee shop in Grand Bend. There's Canadian things on the walls, like maple leaf paintings and moose heads. You're drinking a large coffee with milk and sugar just the way you like it. The bell on the door chimes as someone comes in, and you look up. Your breath stops in your throat. Before you is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You think you know her, but you dare not assume. She's tall and slim, and her glossy silver hair goes down to her waist. She goes to the counter and orders, every step she takes like the steps of a dance. You only catch traces of what she's saying, but her voice is like music and it makes you feel warm from your head to your toes. She takes out her card to pay when disaster strikes! "Oh, uh, sorry," you hear the barista say. "Cash only today. Our card reader is broken." Though she looks like a goddess, she starts cursing like a sailor. It's almost shocking to see such an angel saying such powerful, forceful words. But this is your chance. You surge to your feet, sweeping towards the counter, money in hand. "I can cover her!" you shout, ready to lay down your life for the goddess walking the earth. You throw the cash on the counter. She gazes at you with contempt in the resplendent sapphire orbs of her eyes. "I could have covered that," she says. You twist your hair around your finger as the goddess affixes you with her utter disdain. You're so nervous you can barely speak. You ask her to have coffee with you. She seems ripe to refuse, but then something about you catches her eye. She brushes your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as her sapphire orbs dart all over your face. Her disdain gives way to something else, something you can't identify but that excites you. Your heart is beating so fast you can barely breathe. When the barista finishes her coffee, she puts her arm around you and walks you back to your table. You don't know what she's thinking, but she's staring you down like a tiger staring down a mouse. "Is this… all you want? "I'm y/n," you say. "And I just… I just wanted to talk to you." The tension in her shoulders releases a little, though she's still wary. "I'm Lillian," she says. "Why?" Mysterious Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, memetics prodigy of the even more mysterious SCP Foundation. How can you possibly tell her what you feel? Love at first sight. Love at first glance, even. But would she understand, or would she find it strange? She's the perfect woman and she's sitting across the table from you and by some miracle she's talking to you and curious yet still on guard and what can you possibly say— "You're beautiful," is all you manage, "and fierce and a really creative curser." The corners of her lips pull up ever so slightly and she places her hands on the table. "You think that last one's a good thing, y/n?" And you didn't even manage to talk about how assertive she was or how smart she was or how she was really funny too and so many hundred other things you wish you could tell her — You reach out and put your hands in hers. END OF GENERATED FILE Personnel account: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer I'd like to formally state that my actual statements weren't so insipid. Otherwise, the events played out as written. SCP-7069 provides a reflection or representation, not a literal transcript. I'd taken out more than enough cash to cover it, but I left my purse back at 43 and I didn't realize until I'd stepped in. I tried to keep my temper, but the weather was absolutely terrible, and I had a lapse of control. I stayed on my guard and tried to look for opportunities to minimize uncomfortable contact while gathering maximum information. Following the storyline in SCP-7069 was the best way to do that at every turn. Anomalous Entity Profile: Human/humanoid. Subjectively attractive (see below) Symmetrical face? Unclear. Possesses hair, two eyes, human skin. Coloration unknown. Entity possesses name, which cannot be recalled in full. May be adaptive? I remember saying her/it's name for certain, even outside of the generated narrative. Am no longer able to do so. Comparable entry: SCP-5851, predator that operates through second-person narratives. Not as dangerous — SCP-7069 follows VKTM modus operandi. Predatory, endangering, but nonlethal. It was like sitting across from a sad puppy that I knew ahead of time had uncomfortably flattering views of me. I was staring her down, but almost all of that was out of curiosity. She was fascinating. As soon as the events described in the anomaly ended, I pulled my hands away. I told her that while I was very flattered by how she accepted my fiercer tendencies, I barely knew her. I thanked her for paying for the coffee. And yes, I was polite. There was no good reason to poke the bear. She was able to act outside of the script; she asked me if she would see me again. She apologized for coming on too strong — I don't think I betrayed my emotions, so I wonder if the entity also read the contents of 7069-EPUB, or whether the agency she displayed was driven by the imagination of someone from a higher plane. It might be worth looking into the possibility that these are only chapters pulled from a larger narrative as opposed to merely being generated. At no point did I feel like I was acting against my will. I was annoyed that everything was going wrong for me, but I was free to leave at any time. Further research, in my view, is more than warranted. Transcript: Working Meeting Due to the metanarrative nature of SCP-7069, Dr. Lillihammer involved a subject matter expert, Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate, Pataphysicist. Working Meeting 7/3/2024 McDoctorate: I don't like this. Lillihammer: Do tell. McDoctorate: I've been studying Swann Entities — and no, I don't know why VKTM is only using one N — my whole life, yet they're inscrutable. We don't know if their brains even work like ours. Lillihammer groans. Lillihammer: This bullshit again? I'm real, Place. Not some figment of the imagination. And she — it — was there. Right in front of me. McDoctorate: I'm not saying you're not real or I'm not real, but our world is not real to them. They're reality warpers on steroids. There's no precedent for what an actual incarnation of a Swann entity would do to our reality. There's honestly no limit to their power, or any limit to their… depravity. There's no knowing what they might do to you, Lily. Lillihammer: …You're jealous. McDoctorate: You're free to believe that. But this is what I've spent my life studying. Lillihammer: You are. McDoctorate: I'm worried about you. These Swann Entities, you can't ever tell what they're really thinking, what they might be doing to our lives, the mechanism of action… I know you don't want to hear this. Lillihammer: I don't. Whatever was between us is in the past. McDoctorate does not respond. Lillihammer: It's my life. I'm in control. I'm the one who's writing the damn fanfiction summaries. Look me in the eye, Place, and tell me that you think that I'm a sucker for a pretty face. You're telling me that after all this time you think I can't handle myself? McDoctorate: I know you. And these tags you chose? They look like you're looking for a fling. A chance to study some of the most mysterious entities in the universe, and you're using them for a rebound? Did I ruin regular humans for you? Lillihammer: Don't flatter yourself. Nobody makes me do anything I don't want to. I can handle myself. McDoctorate: I know that. Do they? Test 2: Dr. Lillihammer affirmed her willingness to conduct more thorough tests on SCP-7069 with the goals of investigating the fidelity of VKTM-generated Swann Entities with regards to baseline reality and confirmed that the parameters she had chosen had sufficiently minimized risk to her person. Dr. Lillian Lillihammer affirmed that she was not experiencing adverse psychological effects from SCP-7069 use. The parameters selected were chosen to attempt continuity between SCP-7069 reader insert entities. SCP-7069 Test 2 Parameters Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Characters: Lillian Lillihammer, Original Female Character Categories: F/F Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff and Angst, Spring Fling, First Kiss, Misunderstandings, Conflict Resolution, Requited Unrequited Love Title: A Twist of Fate Summary: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer runs into a mysterious stranger again while doing field studies in Grand Bend. But what does this mysterious stranger want from her? Dr. McDoctorate has valid concerns about potentially dangerous unforeseen consequences arising from SCP-7069 and will likely request a review of its testing procedures sometime soon. I don't believe it would be wise to pause the current course of testing at this time. START OF GENERATED FILE You're sitting on a park bench admiring the sights, sounds, and smells of Spring. Then you feel something change in the air. The birds are trilling songs of love, the wind carries the scent of wildflowers towards you, and the world feels magical as a shadow falls upon you. "You again," says Dr. Lillian Lillihammer. "I've been thinking about you." Your heart starts jittering and you feel the blood rush to your face. Beautiful, wonderful Lillian, was thinking about you? "I looked you up," she says. "No date of birth, no history, nothing. Ran your face through a database. Also nothing." The blood pumping through your head quiets down. Of course she was curious about you. Of course she'd done lookups. She was a scientist, after all. The chance that she felt the same way about you the way you felt about her was very slim. You (probably) didn't have even a single doctorate (yet). "So I'm curious," she says, dropping into the bench besides you. You draw a quick breath as her arm brushes your back, which turn into palpitations as she grasps your shoulder. "Why me?" It's just so forward. So very like her. Striking straight at the heart. "Why not you?" you ask nervously. "I mean, have you seen yourself?" "I have," she says. "I've also lived with myself for decades. I remember all of my fuck-ups, and if I'm right, you've read all the interesting ones." "I didn't think you liked talking about your fuck-ups," you say. You picked this up from reading Chapter 8: Mind Over Matter of Bury The Survivors. "I don't," she says, narrowing her eyes, "when I have to relive them. But you already know all about them. And yet you still have this crush on me anyways." "I just… love you so much," you say. You've said it before, but only to the idea of her, the dream of her — not the real thing. "You're strong and smart and pretty. You've been through so much and always come out the other side. You're really clever — you can think your way in and out of any situation. You're everything to me." She's staring you down with those feline eyes of hers. "You do know everything, don’t you." You’ve pored over every detail of her life. Every fuck-up only makes her more admirable and more human. Every triumph, more glorious. "It's weird," she says. Her eyes narrow, staring you down, unblinking. Your heart drops. "Thinking that I'm someone's manic pixie dream girl fantasy. I feel real." "You are real," you say. How can you dig yourself out of this hole, convince her that your love is beyond the superficial? "You're real to me. You're real in every way that matters." "Every way?" she says, her eyes not leaving yours for a single second. You can't read her. Before you can react, she leans in and places her lips on yours. "Now tell me about yourself, y/n." END OF GENERATED FILE Personnel account: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Despite the lack of identifying biographical information, the Swann entity was in my assessment indistinguishable from a regular human in other sensory experiences. When I was with her, I didn’t notice her… indescribability. There are a lot of adjectives you can use to describe romantic partners: intoxicating. Radiant. Beautiful. Ideal. My expertise is in memetics. I perceive memetic influences, and there was nothing artificial in that last statement. I genuinely do find her very attractive, even if there's no paper trail of her existence. I’m much more susceptible to flattery than I thought. I remember having a conversation with her. I remember speaking with her about one of your interests, and I was impressed by her quick recall and the level of depth she had embraced in that field. I know for certain there's a memetic effect present in that sentence I just wrote, but it operates on a level that I need more time to understand. I have to admit it's a clever trick — keeping me invested enough to seek another meeting. It's possible it's all a trick by VKTM. Telling us that we have a chance to "meet our gods", then sending over someone that ticks all our boxes. But I can virtually guarantee that whatever magic she had on her was completely distinct from the usual VKTM signatures. They do flashy things that should mean things but actually don't, while she… said things that meant things but are subdued. And I can't help but shake the feeling that this is exactly what I needed, that this is exactly what I asked for and exactly what I wanted right now. I've spent some time reading comparable works of fanfiction with the assistance of Dr. Harold Blank. Usually — usually — they're quick affairs. Excuses to make characters copulate. Those who know me might think I've precipitously lowered my standards, in considering someone who, most likely, lacks my superadvanced and varied expertise-set. But honestly? We connected. I am reasonably sure that I risk no major commitment, reasonably sure I am in no risk of physical, mental, or spiritual harm, and reasonably sure she's more nervous than I am. I've been thinking about Dr. McDoctorate's suggestions, and he's right. Swann entities are unpredictable, and we need to take all the measures we can. External Communication: Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Subject to RAISA Data Preservation Measures: External Hostile GoI Communications To : Marian McPhaerson, Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Requesting Technical Support: VK Presents: Reader x You: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story Hi Mari, I'm going to keep this quick because I don't expect you to give me anything remotely close to a straight answer. We've run every output of "Reader x You" through every memetic hazard scan we have. It's showing up nothing, of course, but then again you'd know how to make it do that, wouldn't you? I'm also not going to pretend you slipped some mind-whammy past my filters. Just explain to me why the hell you made this, why you sent it to us, and why and how it works. Is she real? Insincerely, Dr. Lillihammer Subject to RAISA Data Preservation Measures: External Hostile GoI Communications To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Marian McPhaerson, Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach Subject: Re: Requesting Technical Support: VK Presents: Reader x You: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story Hi Dr. Lillihammer — may I call you Lily? Hi Lily, I'm afraid Mari is currently out of office with Platypus Flu. I'll be filling in for her, I'm her intern Macy May Shepard. Here at Vikander-Kneed, we treasure and celebrate the power of stories to enrich and uplift our lives. The stories we tell ourselves about our lives, the stories other people tell about us, the stories we use to justify our actions. As an intern at VKTM, I have relished in this opportunity to investigate the synergistic interface between enriching prior work and expanding on alternate narratives. To this end, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] 🦢🦢🦢 Am I Mari's intern, or is Mari mine? Who is holding whose strings? I hope that answers your questions! With much love, Macy. Personnel account: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer VKTM was as helpful as ever. I'm making the executive decision to take care of this cleanly. I got her number, and though it's all scribbles I can still reach her. We’re going to meet at the coffee shop again. Test 3: SCP-7069 Test 3 Parameters Rating: Explicit Characters: Lillian Lillihammer, Original Female Character Categories: F/F Tags: REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY Title: The title of the piece was left blank by operational error; SCP-7069 autogenerated a title Summary: Your relationship with Dr. Lillihammer goes to the next level. This is everything you've ever dreamed of — but are you ready for it? START OF GENERATED FILE Lily Hammering You’re at the coffee shop where the two of you first met, two cups of coffee in your hands. Beautiful, radiant Lillian sweeps in through the door and flashes you a smile. You blush. "Hi," you manage to exhale. She sits across from you and doesn’t waste any time leaning in for a kiss. It’s long and sensual and she knows what she’s doing. You blush. "What was that for?" "Maybe I was just curious," she says mischievously. Then her eyes harden. "Y/n, I need to ask you something." You swallow. Somehow, you don’t think this will be the most pleasant question. "Are you really okay with this?" she says. "Me? Okay with this? Of course I am!" you say. You know Dr. Lillian Lillihammer is fiery, bold, and quick to deem people unworthy of her time. You are overjoyed she seems to find you as fascinating as you find her. "You know everything about me," Lillian says. "It’s odd. I can see you right in front of me, but the details — they slip right out of my mind. Nothing does that anymore." "Your eidetic memory," you exhale. "I never told you about that, either," Lillian says. "And I know so very little about you." You twirl your hair around your finger. "I’d love to give you the chance to know me better," you say. She's asked you a few basic questions and seemed impressed by how much you knew, but there's so much more you can share with each other. "About that," she says. "I find myself caring about you, y/n, even though I know it’s weird that I do. I’d like to formally ask your consent to participate in a few basic experiments." "Did McDoctorate design these? He’s the pataphysics guy, right?" "You’re not even trying not to look like a stalker now, are you?" "You’d see right through me," you say. Maybe you’re overestimating her, but you doubt it. "You're so much smarter than anyone else I know. " "I would and I am," she says, smirking. "But—" "I absolutely consent," you say. "I trust you, Lily. You know I know you. Anything you want to do. Anything at all." "Anything at all?" She looks at you. "I am curious." Your heart swells. You feel warm everywhere, from your head to your heart to your belly to your toes and everywhere in between. She looks at you, a feline gleam in her eyes. Your mouth slowly hangs open, and she seductively licks her lips. "Do you want to go back to my place," you say breathlessly. "Let's," she says. "Easier than mine. Don’t ask why." "So mysterious," you exhale, before giggling. "Security clearances?" "I told you not to ask, you naughty girl." Your hands are all over each other as you burst through the door of your house. REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY "Wait," she says, pulling back from the kiss, her messy silver hair falling over your face. "Do I need protection?" "Of course not," you say. "This isn't a fem!preg story." "A what story?" she snaps. But her harshness quickly softens to a smirk. "I— you know what, I can guess. What about. Infections…" "Probably not, Lils," you say. "You're here, but me, I'm here, but I'm also there, and do you really want to worry about this now—" You pull her down instead of finishing your sentence. REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY "Not like that," she snaps at you as she grabs your hand. You stare her down, and she stares right back at you. She adjusts her hand ever so slightly. "There." REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY She applies pressure to your jaw. It smells like sweat and musk, yet it's everything you've ever wanted. She leans forward, putting more pressure on you that feels comfortable. Almost too much. For a brief moment you consider tapping out — getting her to stop — making her relent. She's jabbing at you, poking and prodding, seeing how far you'll let her go. But you don't. You've always thought you would die to be between her REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY REDACTED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY She exhales, staring right up at the ceiling. "That was… quite something." "Was I better than Eileen?" She snorts. "That’s your idea of pillow talk? Not something about (your interests here)?" She’s smirking as she says it, and she’s utterly radiant in the afterglow. She’s perfect. She always will be. "What’s bothering you?" she says. "You mean so much to me," you say. "You really, really do. You know that, right?" Her blue eyes are so gentle as they stare into your own. "Y/n," she says gently. "Y/n." "I just… I…" you say, as you snuggle up against her, pushing into the nape of her neck. "I’m just not sure I can see you again. Not like this. Not this way." She strokes your face. "Because you’re from somewhere up there," she says. "Somewhere all the Swann Entities have to live and breathe and do their normal boring lives, instead of descending down here with the little people." "You’re not a little person!" you say. "I don’t think you’ll believe me. How can you? You’re everything to me." "And we can be here, in our own little world," she says, propping herself up by the arm to look at you. "But not forever." "No," you say. "Not forever. We're from different worlds." The two of you pull each other tightly together. There’s an unspoken warmth between you, and you clutch on to each other like you might never again. "I used to dream of being just like you," you say in a whisper after a few minutes. "When I read about you, I saw… someone perfect. Someone who could do anything and conquer anything." "I definitely conquered you," she murmurs, her breath brushing the crown of your head. "In more ways than one," you say, kissing her collarbone. "I saw you as someone who made life worth living. And meeting you here, in the flesh… it’s more than I could ever have asked for." "I’ve loved getting to know you," she says. "And I'm flattered that you think so much of me. I think I'm perfect, but it's always nice to meet someone else who feels the same way." Tears come to your eyes. "We can’t do this forever, Lil. I’m not even sure — I’m not even sure we’ll ever see each other again. You’ve done all the research on me you can, and… this is the last entry in the series." She pulls herself up again, her fugue broken. "In the series," she says. "To you, I'm just words on a page." "I'm reading about us," you say. "And this is the last chapter. I’ll never forget you. Even if I have to keep rereading this story, over and over again." She grabs you by the shoulders and stares you in your eyes. "I'm real, and what we've been sharing with each other is real," she says. "I know!" you say. "You mean so much to me. You really do! But… that's all this is. Words on a page. I don't want to leave you, but this is where the story of our love ends…" "But you," she says, "You can come back to this story whenever you want. You can relive it, the same way you read it the first time, every time. And to you I'll always be here, and I'll always be the hot mess who didn't realize who I really was, and I'll always be whoever I become in the future. To you I'll never age. I'll never die. And whenever you need me, I'll be here — and even if it's left unsaid, you'll always be able to imagine that I'm thinking of you." You blink the tears away and give her a watery smile. "You make it sound like you're more real than I am." That gets a chuckle from her, but she remains morose. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a tight embrace. She caresses your face. "I’ll never forget you either, y/n," she says. "And just because your fanfiction ends, doesn’t mean our story does. I'll be with you forever. " She pulls you into a kiss. And the night goes on. END OF GENERATED FILE Dr. Lillian Lillihammer I have no further comments on the events of the previous log. I think the extent of my interaction with SCP-7069 has run its course. I've learned what I could, and I gave us both something we rarely see in this line of work — a happy ending. My official recommendation is that we conduct further testing. In retrospect, I was a bad candidate to test the ability of this anomaly to generate implausible situations. There's a lot to like about me, and I completely believe that if Swann entities are watching every moment of our lives, one could fall in love with me. I suggest testing this on someone nobody could possibly emphathize with, someone who desperately wants their life to be better than it is, someone who would absolutely jump at the opportunity for a way out. Someone who is so ridiculously whiny and entitled that only someone seriously fucked up could love them. We'll see how far the rabbit hole goes. Test 4 Specifications: Dr. William Wettle was provided access to SCP-7069 and permitted to believe this was unauthorized. Dr. Wettle selected "Gen" and entered no additional characters or tags. He entered the summary "The fucking authors stop fucking over my fucking life." SCP-7069 has since remained unresponsive to additional user input. Author's Note Hide Author's Note Hi everybody, I'd like to dedicate this to my friends Margie and Dune. Humans are more than flesh and blood. We are creatures of story. We use stories to give meaning and direction to our lives. The worst of us tell ourselves stories and pretend that these stories are fact or truth. Once, I introduced a group of my friends to Riverdale, one of the worst shows on modern television. When I spoke to them later, they told me that the character of Jughead Jones had inspired them to pursue a Masters degree. If a hot mess like Jughead could get a Masters, then so could they. I think there is genuinely something beautiful about people who embrace stories. I saw someone once say that "cosplay is the purest expression of fandom." I disagree. Here in the SCP Wiki we are become creation itself. Despite how silly it may seem, stories matter. It doesn't matter if these things are real or if they actually happened in our world — the emotions they elicit are real to us all the same. Catharsis. Thank you, my friends, for inspiring me. More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! 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SCP-7070 | esoteric-class | The Black Moon Howled, and the Earth heard its screams. {From the personal recordings of O5-5.} {Accessing File…} {File loaded.} December 12th, 2098. NEO-SITE-19. T. MOOSE MEMORIAL HALL - OBSERVATION DECK [O5-5 stands on a balcony overlooking a forest suffering from the Black Blight. Small amounts of dark ash occasionally break away from the scene, displaced by the wind. Ash floats towards the balcony; it disintegrates on contact with the force field protecting Neo-Site-19 from the outside atmosphere.] [In the distance, large bio-domes are sunk into the earth, each containing a shielded, Foundation-run city. Above this all, a hollow, enlarged moon, its surface marked by jagged incisions, rests in the night sky. From its wounds, the moon secretes a dark, viscous liquid. It stains the webbing of the protective Veil mechanism that surrounds the earth.] [O5-13 approaches from behind, her cane clacking against the concrete floor.] O5-13: There’s beauty in all of this. [O5-13 pauses for a response from O5-5, but does not receive one.] O5-13: Not literally, visually, of course. Yet after the Howling, life clings on. It continues despite it all. In the cities, in the Blightlands, everywhere in between. O5-5: What do you need, Thirteen? O5-13: Company, Rebekah. I’ve held this role for some time, known the rest of the council for decades – comparatively, you’re rather new to me. I’d say you have another 20 years left before you can shoo me away that easily. O5-5: What do you really need? [O5-13 smiles.] O5-13: The Centennial Summit next week. 200 years of The Foundation. You are attending, yes? O5-5: I’ll make time. You think everyone else will show? O5-13: No, I don’t. Which is why I’m making sure that you’ll be there, at the very least. But there are certain things you and I need to discuss prior to the Council Meeting – in private. Do you have time now? [O5-5’s device beeps.] O5-5: Evidently not; new assignment from ORACLE. There’s a rescue effort in Sector 54. A group of survivors in the ruins of a town. Looks like another cargo cult. O5-13: You’re an Overseer now, Rebekah, you can opt out of ORACLE assignments. You don’t have to keep doing fieldwork. O5-5: It doesn’t feel right to stop. Not when I know what it’s like out there. [O5-5 walks away from the balcony’s edge, slinging her jacket over her shoulder. She pauses.] O5-5: Why is it you call me by my name? O5-13: I do the same for all council members. I knew you all before you joined, knew you how you were. That’s how I think of you. I didn’t call the last one ‘Five’ either. O5-5: You shouldn’t hold onto the past. O5-13: Oh, not at all. And I do not yearn for it. But one needs to know where we came from to know where we're going. We’ll be discussing the very future of the Foundation at the Summit, Rebekah. If I sent you some files could you at least– O5-5: Don’t have time to read anymore. O5-13: You’re spreading yourself too thin! O5-5: Then I’m taking after the organization I represent. See you at the Summit, Sophia. [O5-5 exits the balcony. Excerpt ends.] ORACLE CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED. WELCOME, OVERSEER O5-5. I AM ORACLE.AIC, HOW MAY I ASSIST YOU? YOU HAVE 1 URGENT REMINDER AND 530 UNREAD MESSAGES THE CENTENNIAL SUMMIT IS SET TO OCCUR IN THREE DAYS AND SEVENTEEN HOURS. YOU HAVE YET TO CONFIRM YOUR ATTENDANCE. ARE YOU HAVING DOUBTS? Not filling out paperwork right now. The other O5s know I’ll be there — the few I've actually spoken to. UNDERSTANDABLE, OVERSEER. WILL YOU BE RESUMING YOUR RESEARCH? SCP-7070. Present iteration and the last update before the Howling. June 2048. IT IS MY DUTY TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ A FILE PREDATING THE BLACK MOON INCIDENT. AS SUCH, INFORMATION CONTAINED WITHIN MAY BE INACCURATE. PHILOSOPHIES AND BEHAVIORS PREDATING THE HOWLING MAY BE SEEN AS IMMORAL TODAY. ORACLE.AIC IS OBLIGATED TO INFORM YOU THAT THIS REQUEST HAS BEEN LOGGED AND EXTENSIVE RESEARCH INTO LEVEL-6/BLACKMOON CLASS DOCUMENTS MAY BE SUBJECT TO REVIEW BY THE OVERSEER COUNCIL. I'll be looking into my own activity — got it. Proceed. AS REQUESTED: SCP-7070/Revision_8292/2048/6/22 SCP-7070/Revision_8292/2098/12/15 MAY THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE PAST ILLUMINATE OUR FUTURE, OVERSEER. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7070" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7070. Licensed under CC-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: Moon Author: syuzhet License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Moon Author: syuzhet License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Server Name: CERN Server 03.jpg Author: Florian Hirzinger License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:CERN_Server_03.jpg Filename: hogslice3 Author: Dysadron License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: "SCP-6599" by PlaguePJP and J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6599 |
SCP-7071 | neutralized | Photograph of SCP-7071 taken prior to testing Item #: SCP-7071 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7071 is to be contained in standard object storage when not removed for testing or observation. Description: SCP-7071 is a stuffed toy resembling a worm, insect larva or snake, constructed from blue fabric, polyester stuffing and two buttons. The toy possesses no anomalous or unusual physical properties. The anomalous characteristics of SCP-7071 manifest when any individual in its proximity is prompted to freely play with the object, describe it or tell a fictional story about it, at which point individuals will universally attribute the same set of properties to the object. Reported features of SCP-7071 include the following: SCP-7071's name is Wiggly. SCP-7071 is male. SCP-7071 has two parents known as Squiggly and Jiggly, and a younger sibling known as Poopsy. SCP-7071 is 6 years old.1 SCP-7071's favourite colour is blue. SCP-7071's favourite food is chocolate fudge. SCP-7071's favourite song is "How to Make Alien Ice Cream".2 SCP-7071 is talented at singing, drawing and sculpture. SCP-7071 is capable of independent flight. SCP-7071 is approximately three meters long,3 and capable of carrying one or more humans. SCP-7071's best friend is an individual known as Billy. SCP-7071 has not seen Billy in a long period of time. SCP-7071's top priority is finding and reuniting with Billy. Depiction of SCP-7071 by Marcus █████, in 2019 at Little Footprints Day Care Recovery Information: SCP-7071 was first discovered in Little Footprints Day Care, in ██████ █████████ South Carolina. Anomalous activity was first indicated to the Foundation by accounts by staff and parents of children mentioning the same fictional entity without first communicating with each other. Agent Simon Janecek posed as a writer for a childcare journal, looking into a potential article on local day care centers, in order to interview children and staff. SCP-7071 was identified and recovered at this time. + Show Sample Interview + - Hide Sample Interview - Interview #06 - May 21st, 2022 - Lindsay ███████, aged 5 Janecek: Hi Lindsay, can you tell me some of the toys you like here? Lindsay: I like my Barbie, and the big bear, and the super bouncy ball. [Janecek points to SCP-7071] Janecek: What do you think about this one? Lindsay: Wiggly! I like Wiggly but he's not my favourite. Janecek: Why do you like it? Lindsay: He's a kid like me but he can fly and he's big. Janecek: He's big? Lindsay: He's as big as a giraffe! [Lindsay leans toward Janecek to avoid being overheard by day care staff] Lindsay: Also his sister's name sounds like "poopy". Janecek: I see. I see. And then why isn't it your favourite? Lindsay: I don't like aliens. They're gross! Janecek: And, um, Wiggly is an alien, then? Lindsay: No! He's normal but he goes with aliens. Plus also he's sad! [Linday pats SCP-7071 on the head and speaks directly to it] Lindsay: Sorry Wiggly! Janecek: Why is he sad? Lindsay: He only ever wants to find Billy. It's boring. [Janecek points to SCP-7071 again] Janecek: The toy wants to find someone? Lindsay: Not for real! You're being silly. [Lindsay stands up and begins to walk away while speaking] Lindsay: Can we be done now? I want to go run outside. Bye! [Interview is ended] The first manifestation of SCP-7071's anomalous properties is not known, but the object was eventually identified by one staff member as the creation of Vanessa Lon-Johnstone4, the parent of a previous member of Little Footprints Day Care, constructed in the year 2006. Selected Test Records Test 7071-A: SCP-7071 was presented to Research Assistant Parth Solanki, who was not instructed about its anomalous properties, and was instructed to answer the questions of Senior Researcher Laney Day. + Show Test-7071-A Record + - Hide Test-7071-A Record - Test #09 - June 3rd, 2022 Day: Can you identify this object? Solanki: This is a stuffed animal. It looks like a large worm, maybe. Day: What name would you give it? Solanki: If I was supposed to name it, maybe Wiggly? Day: Is there any reason for this name? Solanki: He looks like it, right? I mean, it looks like it could wiggle. Day: How would you describe the object's personality? Solanki: I guess I would say friendly, but worried, or maybe uneasy? [Solanki hesitates, and appears embarrassed.] Solanki: I mean that if he, or it, was real, that's how it seems like it would be. It doesn't actually have a personality. Day: I understand. Is there anything else you can tell me about the object from your superficial observation? Solanki: It looks hand-made, or maybe like it was repaired a lot by hand. It looks like he, or it, is supposed to be a little kid, and it looks pretty soft. I guess that last part is most plush toys, though. I'm sorry, I don't know what else. Day: Have you observed any anomalous traits related to this object? Solanki: No, I don't think so. Are there any? [Test is ended] Test 7071-B: SCP-7071 was given to Research Assistant Ruby Elaine, who was not instructed about its anomalous properties, and was instructed to freely play with the object and verbally describe her actions to observing Senior Researcher Laney Day. + Show Test-7071-B Record + - Hide Test-7071-B Record - Test #17 - June 27th, 2022 Day: Please begin. [Elaine begins by lifting SCP-7071 and moving it around in the air as if it was flying.] Elaine: We're saying goodbye to his family, because we're leaving home for a while. [Elaine speaks in a high pitched voice to distinguish SCP-7071's dialogue.] Elaine: "Goodbye Squiggly! Goodbye Jiggly! Goodbye Poopsy!" [Elaine carries SCP-7071 to the other side of the room, holding it high in the air.] Elaine: Wiggly and I are looking for his friend Billy, but we're lost. Day: The two of you are lost? Elaine: We're flying over the ocean, and a bunch of islands we've never seen before. Wiggly is carrying me on his back. There's an island full of little green men, and they're singing and dancing, but… [Elaine continues in SCP-7071's voice.] Elaine: "I wish Billy was here." [Elaine lifts SCP-7071 high over her head, and tilts the object down to face the ground.] Elaine: We're flying all the way up into outer space, and we can see the whole alien party below, but we can't see Billy anywhere. Sorry Wiggly. [Elaine addresses Day directly.] Elaine: Was something supposed to happen by now? This is fun, but is something supposed to be happening? I don't think this is going anywhere. [Test is ended] Test 7071-C: SCP-7071 was given to Belinda Johnstone, the object's original owner. Scheduling conflicts with Johnstone's work5 had previously delayed her participation in testing. Johnstone was informed that she was selected for a psychological study on play behaviour, and was instructed to freely interact with the object under Senior Researcher Laney Day's supervision. + Show Test-7071-C Record + - Hide Test-7071-C Record - Test #41 - July 15th, 2022 [Johnstone periodically paused and looked at SCP-7071 during the following record, as if it was speaking back to her.] Johnstone: Wiggly! How are you? Johnstone: Aw, I missed you too, Wiggly. Johnstone: I know, it's been a long time. You almost didn't recognize me, right? Johnstone: Oh I wish! But no, I haven't met anyone from outer space, at least not as far as I know. Johnstone: Yes, I did! Just like I always said I would. Johnstone: It's a lot harder than I thought back then, but I love it. [Johnstone laughs out loud.] Johnstone: I can't believe you remember that, but yeah, I still have the same CD. The kids in my class love that song, and the "Alien Food" song. Johnstone: No, uh, she's not around anymore. Johnstone: Yeah, of course I do. Johnstone: I know she was. Johnstone: I think so. Somewhere out there, I think. Johnstone: Aw, don't worry Wiggly. I'll always be out there, too. Johnstone: That's right, like a satellite. Send your love to me, and my love will bounce back, and you'll always know I'm there, no matter what happens to me. Johnstone: Right, like mom. I know. Johnstone: Don't worry, you won't. Johnstone: Okay Wiggly, I think I have to go soon. Johnstone: I know, but it's okay. Remember what I said. Send your love out and it'll bounce back to you. [Johnstone pats SCP-7071 on the head.] Johnstone: Goodbye Wiggly. [Test is ended] When asked by Senior Researcher Day following Test-7071-C, Belinda Johnstone reported that she was only pretending to converse with the object, and that she did not consider any part of the encounter to be unusual. SCP-7071 has not demonstrated any anomalous properties since the completion of Test-7071-C. To this date, no member of the Johnstone family has been connected to any other anomalous phenomenon. Footnotes 1. This reported age does not appear to change over time. 2. "How to Make Alien Ice Cream" is a song on the 2008 album Alien Rap: Songs About Life on the Planet Glumph, but most subjects will claim to believe that they invented the title if asked. 3. Subjects who report this describe it as the length of the animal SCP-7071 is based on, rather than the object's actual 24cm length. 4. Deceased, formerly a professor of physics at the University of South Carolina Aiken 5. 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SCP-7072 | esoteric-class | close Info X SCP-7072 - All I Want for Christmas is Lloyd Martinez More by me! ITEM: SCP-7072 LEVEL 2/7072 CLASS: phenomenon restricted DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam fig 1.1. SCP-7072-A at the Newcastle Railway Station, thirty seconds before SCP-7072 (hover to enlarge). SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Investigation into SCP-7072 are currently ongoing, and the recovery of SCP-7072-A is under the present responsibility and purview of the Foundation Department of Missing Persons1. The area surrounding the Newcastle Railway Station where SCP-7072 took place has been cordoned off, under the cover story of it undergoing maintenance. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7072 is the designation given to the nature surrounding the disappearance of Lloyd Martinez, a 27-year-old human male working as a social worker stationed in the Newcastle region, Northern Ireland. For the purposes of brevity within this document, Lloyd Martinez is hereafter designated as SCP-7072-A. On the 30th of November, 2017, from 2:08 PM to 2:36 PM, surveillance cameras situated at the Newcastle Railway Station were able to capture the occurrence of an anomalous phenomenon that culminated in SCP-7072 manifesting. The following is footage transcript recovered from the cameras: Video Log 7072.1 <Begin Log> Footage shows several civilians, including SCP-7072-A, standing in the platform next to the railway, minding their business and waiting for the designated line train to arrive. In his hands, SCP-7072-A can be seen carrying what seems to be a sealed package of store-bought pie. He is visibly smiling as he gingerly inspects the pie. SCP-7072-A suddenly stops as he takes out his personal cellphone from the pocket of his jacket and answers it. He takes a couple steps backwards, before turning his back on the railway to focus on his phone call. As he is talking, the line train finally arrives and pulls into the Station, opening its side doors. The other civilians individuals begin to quickly board the line train. Upon hearing this and turning around, SCP-7072-A can be seen frantically speaking into his cellphone and hanging up the phone call. He fumbles to put the cellphone back into his jacket pocket, having to balance it and the store-bought pie. He succeeds and hurriedly makes his way to the doors of the line train. Suddenly, as he does so, six corporeal multi-jointed arms emerge from a darkened area on the platform behind SCP-7072-A. They are notably emaciated, possessing red-green stripe patterns on their bare skin, and seem to be capable of extending indefinitely as one of the arms unexpectedly grabs a hold of SCP-7072-A's mouth. His eyes widen in terror and he attempts to scream as the fluorescent lights illuminating the Station somehow begin to flicker. Another arm holds onto one of SCP-7072's wrists, causing the pie to be dropped on the floor. The arms starts dragging SCP-7072-A away from the line train and to where they originated from. His legs and jacket are also seized by the arms, and he is powerless to escape from them. As the line trains closes its doors and begins to depart from the platform, SCP-7072-A eventually disappears out of sight, and the fluorescent lights return to normal. <End Log> Following the discovery of SCP-7072, civilian individuals were interviewed in order to provide witness testimony to the investigation. However, none of them reported noticing the aforementioned events unfolding, as they were too distracted by the line train's intercom system unforeseeably playing distorted audio derived from the song White Christmas by Bill Crosby. The individuals were then amnesticized shortly after. ADDENDUM 7072-1: Containment Status Update fig 2.1. The Gastrell family's home, East Molesey. On the 25th of December, 2017, Foundation agents embedded within the Surrey Police force alerted the Department of Missing Persons regarding a case report filed where the suspect in question was identified as being Lloyd Martinez (SCP-7072-A). The individual was found to be in a state of extreme emotional distress and is experiencing symptoms of subsequent post-traumatic stress disorder. The Surrey Police force reported to have recovered SCP-7072-A in the home of the Gastrell family, located in East Molesey, England. Bertram Gastrell (37) contacted authorities at 7:00 AM upon his discovery of a life-sized human-shaped present wrapped in wrapping paper underneath the family's Christmas tree. At around 7:15 AM, two officers arrived at the scene and were ordered to unwrap the present, revealing the contents inside to be a heavily malnourished and dehydrated SCP-7072-A. He was found to be wearing a wrinkled black pinstripe suit not fit to size alongside a matching bowtie, with his hair clumsily dyed blonde. Emergency medical services were quickly dispatched and SCP-7072-A was sent to the Surbiton Health Centre for proper treatment. Inspection of the family's home uncovered nothing out of the ordinary, save for several disturbed ashes inside the home's fireplace alongside the presence of a neatly folded note addressed to Jocelyn Gastrell (5), written in black ink, the blood of SCP-7072-A and an unknown viscous green liquid. The note in question was taped onto her bedroom door, reading: This is a special message for Josy Gastrell of East Molesey. No-gooders reading will be punished. Congratulations, little miss, for you are one of the few children in the world to have stayed in the Nice List all year. You cleaned your room everyday and even shared your candy with your brother. We are so very proud of you, as are your parents, as they are supposed to. On the last day of November, you wrote your wish to Santa in the ensuing letter verbatim: "i think you could bring me the perfect play date for Christmas like someone from Tv whos nice and good like you. He needs to like to play with my toys and going to tea parties. and he has to love bedtime stories with the ones about princesses and dragons." Unfortunately, Santa is not available this Christmas due to unanticipated circumstances. But because we'd hate to see all your hard work going to waste, consider your wish fulfilled, little miss, by Santa's very own helpers. With regards, The Elves Despite the apparent nature of this incident, the plate of cookies and glass of milk left by Jocelyn Gastrell the night before were completely untouched. SCP-7072 has been reclassified as Euclid, with potential of being Keter if certain issues arise. Its document will be updated shortly, and containment efforts for the entity/entities responsible are currently underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7072" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7072. Licensed under CC-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: Lloyd.png Name: cctv man Author: matthew venn License: CC BY-SA 2.0 DEED Source Link: Flickr Filename: Gastrell.jpg Name: Winter House Garden Author: Lilla Frerichs License: Public Domain Source Link: Needpix Footnotes 1. A Department specialising in investigating and recovering individuals found to be missing due to seemingly extranormal events. |
SCP-7073 | euclid | Item#: 7073 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-7073, attempting to assault the photographer. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7073 is pending transfer arrangements to Wilson's Wildlife Solutions. Site-333 personnel are encouraged to seek out Director Vincent Bohart's Rolodex, which is presumed to have the relevant contact information to arrange the aforementioned transfer. A $5 cash reward is offered for the item's prompt recovery. Description: SCP-7073 is a domesticated goose (Anser anser), capable of affecting the electromagnetic spectrum, predominately radio waves, within a short distance of itself. SCP-7073 is known to degrade the quality of radio communication within a radius of 5 meters but is theorized to have some ability to direct this distortion and selectively affect other areas of the electromagnetic spectrum, including microwaves and infrared radiation. SCP-7073 was recovered following reports of technical failures in telecommunications technology within Atlantic City, New Jersey (Nexus 36). It is suspected that SCP-7073 was active in the region for a period of time between 8 weeks to 12 months prior to its containment; the precise timing is indeterminable, as building and electronics within the region frequently experience interruptions and outages owing to Nexus' properties (increased frequency of "unfortunate" events). Site-333 personnel became aware of SCP-7073's unique anomalous properties after Director Vincent Bohart unknowingly angered SCP-7073, resulting in its repeated attempts to assault him upon exiting Site-333 over the course of a week and accompanying communications blackouts. Addendum 7073.01: The following transcript details the attempt by Mobile Task Force Iota-2 "Shore Birds" to capture SCP-7073. SCP-7073 Recovery MTF Iota-2 ("Shore Birds") Site-333 Mobile Task Force covert quick response vehicle. Three members of Iota-2 sit in the vehicle: Mobile Task Force Captain, Jessica Arnaud drives, John Miller sits in the passenger seat, and Francis Weber sits in the middle row. The back seating has been folded down to make room for a large dog crate. Mobile Task Force personnel has been provided with tranquillizer guns, a catchpole, and a fishing net found in Site-333's storage locker. Miller. Wait, shit. That's our turn! Left, left! Jessica Arnaud swerves the van abruptly, Francis Weber's seatbelt is undone and he falls to the side, hitting his head on the window pane. Weber: Ah, fuck. Arnaud: I told you to buckle up. Anyway, we're here. The van parks in the driveway of an abandoned farmhouse. The responding personnel exit the vehicle and prepare to pursue SCP-7073. Arnauld: Everyone ready to go? Mic check. Various distorted noises and feedback are heard, increasing in intensity for a period of 20 seconds. Weber: Ah, Christ. What the fuck was that? Arnauld: Damn feedback loop, when are there things from, the 60s? Let's spread out a bit. The team spreads out over a space of approximately 20 meters. Arnauld: Okay, let's try that again. Mic check. Over. Miller: I hear you. Over. A silence of about 30 seconds follows. Arnauld: Weber, you there? Over. The silence continues. Miller: I don't think he's holding down the button. Miller: Over. Arnauld: Weber, you have to press the button to talk. Over. Weber: Oh, okay. I got it now. Arnauld: Over. Weber: What? Miller: You've got to say Over. Over. Arnauld: Okay, fan out. Miller and I will check the barn, Weber you head into the farmhouse. If you see the bird let us know and we'll try to tranq it. Over. The team separates, making their way to the two structures. Over the following ten minutes, Arnauld and Miller sweep the dilapidated barn, revealing nothing of note. Arnauld: Well, that's a bust. Weber, you got anything? Over. No response is heard. Arnauld: Again with this, you gotta hold the button down Weber. Miller: Over. Arnauld: Right. Over. No response is heard. Miller: Maybe his radio's broken? Arnauld: Could be, we did the mic check though. Let's give him a minute. A minute passes. No response is heard. Arnauld: Okay, this is ridiculous. I'm calling his cell. Jessica Arnauld retrieves her cell phone and dials Francis Weber's number. The call goes directly to voicemail. Arnauld: Jesus. Miller: Maybe the battery's dead? Arnauld: Seems odd, he was the one playing music in the car. Something's got to be going on here. Jessica Arnauld and John Miller turn to face one another and speak at the same time. Arnauld and Miller: The goose! Both individuals make their way to the farmhouse rapidly. As they approach the door, muffled yelling and scuffling noises are audible from a distance. They pause by the entrance. Arnauld: Mic— I mean weapons check. They both load a dart into the handheld tranquillizer pistols and enter the building. It appears to be in a state of decay and disuse: leaves and rubbish cover the floor and numerous window panes are smashed and broken. They walk through the old kitchen when a loud crashing sound is heard from an adjacent room. Jessica Arnauld and John Miller rush into the dinning room, where Frank Weber stands, grasping SCP-7073 by its neck. The bird thrashes around, attempting to peck, bite, and scratch. Weber's body is covered in numerous small scrapes and unidentifiable stains. He turns towards Arnauld and Miller as they enter, SCP-7073 takes advantage of the momentary distraction to buffet Weber with its wing; his grip begins to loosen. Arnauld: Fire! Both individuals fire toward the bird. It pushes off against Weber simultaneously, managing to evade the darts; one ricochets harmlessly against the dining room table, and the other embeds itself in Weber's upper thigh. He screams and lets go of SCP-7073. Miller: Shit, Frank. Are you okay? Weber vocalize unclearly. Arnauld drops the tranquillizer gun and extends the catchpole, attempting to loop it over SCP-7073's neck. She misses initially and the entity lunges toward her. Miller draws the fishing net from his bag and tosses it over both Arnauld and SCP-7073. The latter attempts to fly free, but becomes more entwined in the netting. Arnauld pulls the net off of herself. All three individuals manage to subdue SCP-7073 and convey it to the waiting vehicle, despite repeated attempts to bite and escape, as well as continuous honking. Weber becomes notably lethargic, as the tranquillizer begins to affect his body. After forcing SCP-7073 into the dog crate, the team members collapse on the van's seating. Weber: Guys, I don't feel too well. I think I'm gonna… Weber: Oh shit, I left my radio behind. Could one of you go back and check for it? Arnauld and Miller: No! Weber: Okay, I'm just going to— Weber loses consciousness as Arnauld puts the van into gear. The team returns silently to Site-333, excluding the aforementioned honking of SCP-7073 continuing. SCP-7073 in captivity. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 10/11/2022 — 2:16 pm Vincent Bohart, Director; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist. Vincent Bohart: Still no luck with the Rolodex. Honestly, I'm starting to lose it. I had all my contacts in that thing. What if I start choking, how am I going to know who to call? Leonora Morales: 911? Vincent Bohart: That's not the point. It's the principle. Anyway, no luck tracking down WWS either. I swear their website's not been updated since 1990. Would it kill Wilson to put up a phone number? Leonora Morales: I think you've got the Veil to blame for that. I can reach out to Site-58, they may be better equipped to handle SCP-7073 than we are. Vincent Bohart: Good, yes, do that. We've got to get that thing out of here. I swear it's busted the radio in my car. Leonora Morales: Are you sure? We've only noticed a short range of its communication disruption. Vincent Bohart: All I know is the bastard hates me in particular. I want it out of here, I'm not running a damn petting zoo. 10/11/2022 — 2:20 pm Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism. Vincent Bohart: Hey Tony, got a quick question. Tony Catalano: Yeah? Vincent Bohart: How much do you think we could charge for a petting zoo? SCP-7073 Update — 11/11/2022: At the request of Director Vincent Bohart, the transfer of SCP-7073 to a long-term containment facility was suspended. Dir. Bohart instead contacted Site-58's Department of Zoological Studies and requested the transfer of "whatever extra creatures [they] have on hand, cute ones ideally" to Site-333 as part of a new revenue initiative. Dr. Faran Caraway denied this request, citing Dir. Bohart's intentions as "unprofessional," "endangering to the animals," and "impractical and morally repulsive." Dir. Bohart decided to continue with the aforementioned initiative. Petting Zoo — Ilustrated example, not currently present at Site-333. SCP-7073 Update — 15/11/2022: During its containment at Site-333, SCP-7073 has shown repeated aggressive, violent, and anti-social behaviours. These include, but are not limited to: Biting, pecking, hitting, and scratching Foundation personnel, other animals, guest and paying visitors (including both those to the Petting Zoo and the on-site museum), and mail delivery persons; Repeated attempts, both successful and unsuccessful, to breach containment: including its cage, the room containing its cage, and Site-333 itself; Obstructing telecommunications technology, including satellite communications, personal cell phone, on-site WiFi, and radio broadcasts; The potential role of SCP-7073 in the 2nd-floor break room microwave fire is suspected but unconfirmed. Theft of personal items, including food and beverage; Honking at all hours of the day, disturbing both the day and night staff; A callous disregard for basic human rights and liberties. SCP-7073's behaviour — in addition to a general lack of public interest — has resulted in a suspension of operations for the on-site petting zoo, and the resignation of various janitorial staff. As such, Dir. Bohart has restarted long-term considerations for the containment of SCP-7073. Decommissioning of the anomaly has been frequently proposed by Site-333 personnel, but this course of action is not yet being reviewed for implementation. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 15/11/2022 — 7:14 pm Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Vincent Bohart: I can't take it anymore. That bird is the fucking devil. Tony Catalano: Keeping it here in the first place was your idea. Vincent Bohart: And it could have worked great. All it had to do was stand around, get hand-fed by some snot-nosed toddlers, brought in a little extra cash, but no, the bastard's trying to take me down. I won't let it. Toast. Leonora Morales: Noah's Boston Terrier and a pissed-off bird in a cage didn't exactly make a captivating petting zoo. Noah Patel: His name is Toast and people loved him. Leonora Morales: Until the goose bit him and he wouldn't come back out from under your car. Tony Catalano: Thank god we still had the peanut butter nearby. Vincent Bohart: Focus people. Bird-devil, what are we going to do about it? Who do we call? Tony Catalano: Leonora, isn't this your whole thing? I don't come to you when I've got to cook the books a little. Leonora Morales: I'm more of a seagull expert. Geese are very different birds. Leonora Morales: That said, wasn't there that crypto-paleontologist doing a dig nearby? Birds are just modern dinosaurs, maybe he could help? Vincent Bohart: I was thinking more along the line of an exorcist, but sure, worth a shot. Leonora Morales: I'll send him a message, hold on. Tony Catalano: Wait, if someone's joining that 'cook the books' thing was a joke, for the record. Peter Dagon has joined. Peter Dagon: Hi, just read your message, you were wanting some advice on a goose? Vincent Bohart: Yeah, if by goose you mean blood-hungry monster. I assume you've seen Jurassic Park? Peter Dagon: I was actually consulted on the new ones. They didn't really listen to me though. Vincent Bohart: Well just picture whichever dinosaur was the biggest pain in the ass, that's what we're dealing with. Peter Dagon: I mean, it's pretty hard to extrapolate from fossil evidence how dinosaurs would have interacted with humans. They had very complex social communities. Tony Catalano: What about the goose? Peter Dagon: Oh, to be completely honest, if I can't examine its bones I'm not sure what help I could offer. I assume it's still alive. Vincent Bohart: For now. Peter Dagon: Well, I suppose you could call me back in 100 million years? Vincent Bohart: Gotcha, plan B. Peter Dagon has left. Noah Patel: What now? Vincent Bohart: I'm still keen on the exorcism idea. Tony Catalano: Site-666? Vincent Bohart: Hell no. Demon or not, I'm not about to let them think we can't handle a single bird. Vincent Bohart: I've got someone else in mind. Daniel Asheworth has joined. Daniel Asheworth: miau Leonora Morales: What? Daniel Asheworth: Shit. Just woke up, thought I was dreaming or something. Do you people have any idea what time it is here? Vincent Bohart: How do you get rid of an evil goose? Daniel Asheworth: I… Vincent Bohart: What, cat got your tongue? Daniel Asheworth: Yeah, no. Not getting caught up in a fail wate of Tom like this again. Daniel Asheworth has left. Leonora Morales: Okay, can we please just get Site-58 to take the animal like I originally suggested? Vincent Bohart: No. Absolutely not. Leonaroa Morales: Why not? They're equipped to deal with that sort of thing. Vincent Bohart: Because Caraway's going to be all 'I told you so.' Noah Patel: Are you sure? He seems like a pretty nice guy to me. Tony Catalano: Oh fuck! NOT AGAIN! Tony Catalano: The goose is in my office. It's jijkkr jejejiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Tony Catalano has left. Vincent Bohart: Okay. We can call Site-58. SCP-7073 Update — 16/11/2022: Following arrangements of SCP-7073's transfer to Site-58 zoological facilities for long-term care and containment, Dr. Faran Caraway volunteered to assist in the transportation of the animal. The following transcript details Dr. Caraway's interactions with SCP-7073 following his arrival at Site-333. SCP-7073 Transfer Log Dr. Faran Caraway exits his vehicle and approaches the front entrance of Site-333. The individual is humanoid with notable features including a pair of horns on his forehead and a tail; his skin is a reddened hue. He wears a pair of dark jeans and a navy tank top. A pair of thick leather gloves are tucked into his belt Bohart: Dr. Caraway? Caraway: Nice to meet you. Bohart: Undervegas? I worked at Site-666 for a while myself. Caraway: No, not that at all. Well, shall we head in? Vincent Bohart leads Dr. Caraway into Site-333, passing through the New Jersey Devil museum and gift shop, to the Site proper. The facility door is propped open with a brick. Caraway: Is that supposed to be there? Bohart: Yeah, the door jams otherwise. Bohart leads Caraway through to the room SCP-7073 is being held in. Leonora Morales is seated, watching SCP-7073. She greets them as they enter the room; SCP-7073 honks loudly at its new visitors. Dr. Caraway approaches the cage containing SCP-7073, retrieving and donning his work gloves from his belt as he does so. Caraway: So here's who's been making all the commotion. I've heard a lot about you, friend. Bohart: I wouldn't get too close if I were you. Dr. Caraway slowly unlatches the door to SCP-7073's cage. The goose looks at him tentatively for a moment, unmoving. Caraway: See, there's no reason to be— The moment Dr. Caraway glances away from the cage, SCP-7073 lunges towards the opening, diving under his arm and running towards the door. Dr. Carawy steps backward to position himself between it and the entrance. SCP-7073 feints to the left before darting around him on the right, Dr. Caraway repositions his tail to cut off the entity's egress. Its path obstructed, SCP-7073 bites onto Dr. Carawy's tail. He yelps in pain as it reflexively swings back to his other side, pulling the still-attached SCP-7073 along with it. The bird releases its jaw, before turning to Dr. Caraway and buffeting him with its wing and feet. Dr. Carawy manages to hold out his arms and methodically usher it back toward the cage. It returns to the corner, its eyes darting between the individuals in the room. Bohart: I told you. That thing is evil. Dr. Caraway responds slowly, breathing heavily. Caraway: It's not evil, it just needs a different approach. Dr. Caraway retrieves a small zip lock bag from his back pocket, containing a handful of frozen peas. He dumps a few into the palm of his glove and approaches SCP-7073 with his hand outstretched. Caraway: Hey there, are you hungry? SCP-7073 cautiously approaches Dr. Caraway. It stares at him before quickly pecking a single pea. After a moment it returns and begins eating rapidly. Caraway: There we go, that's what I thought. Dr. Caraway pours out the remaining peas into his hand and turns towards Vincent Bohart while SCP-7073 eats. Caraway: You basically kidnapped the bird and locked it in a cage, and you're blaming the poor thing for being defensive? Of course it's going to act out! You should be ashamed of yourself. Bohart: I… uh, well… SCP-7073 waddles toward Dr. Caraway, having finished consuming the peas, and leans its head and neck against his forearm. Caraway: Aren't you just a sweetheart? It's okay, we're going to take you somewhere nice. How does that sound? Dr. Caraway scoops the bird up in his arms without it resisting. He proceeds to carry it out through Site-333 to the waiting vehicle. Caraway: Dir. Bohart, I don't mean this to be overly direct. But if you pull this sort of stunt again it won't just be the animal that's going to make your life hell. Understand? Bohart: I'm willing to say I do. And, well. Thank you. Vincent Bohart turns to face SCP-7073 directly. Bohart: I'd say I'm sad to say you go, but who am I kidding. Have a nice life, goose. A nice life far, far away from me. SCP-7073 honks aggressively toward Vincent Bohart. Its neck shoots toward him, in an attempted bite, which he avoids in time. Bohart: Ha! I win this round. Nice try. Dr. Caraway and SCP-7073 enter the vehicle, which pulls out of the Site-333 driveway. Bohart waves to Dr. Caraway but changes his hand gesture when SCP-7073's face appears in the window, honking inaudibly. Addendum 7073.02: Following Dr. Caraway's departure, Vincent Bohart returned to his office. The space within appeared to be in a state of extensive disarray: mud and feathers covered the floor, several instances of bird droppings were found across the desk, and an assortment of torn papers — later determined to be from Dir. Bohart's Rolodex — were littered throughout the room. Dir. Bohart elected for this information to be amended to SCP-7073 's file to ensure "that smug-beacked bastard doesn't get away with it again." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7073" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7073. Licensed under CC-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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Patrol teams are to enforce a guarded perimeter around the anomaly. Trespassers are to be detained, interrogated, amnestized and released. An automated system shall archive all transmissions from D-408. Description: SCP-7074 is a static volume of space in Akagera National Park, Rwanda which displays novel spatiotemporal properties. Although both matter and energy can freely enter SCP-7074, only energy is able to exit. Additionally, the flow of time within SCP-7074 is actively decreasing at an exponential rate. Due to this temporal dilation, the contents of SCP-7074 are essentially immovable. However, SCP-7074 itself moves in tandem with the rotation of the Earth, thus experiencing only minor positional fluctuations. SCP-7074 currently contains 44.50 cubic meters of air, soil and grass, a juvenile marsh owl (Asio capensis), and D-408. Historical Context: SCP-7074 was originally discovered in 1942 following civilian reports of “a bird trapped in empty space”. At the time, the Foundation lacked standard protocols for identification and exploration of spatiotemporal anomalies; as a result, a member of Class-D personnel (D-408) was sent into SCP-7074 with a DANKE teletype transmitter and instructed to report on his findings. Chain of communications is attached below. | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND REPORT | OUTGOING: D-408 NOT MUCH TO SEE GRASS DIRT SHRUBS BIRD During the expedition’s initial stages, the time differential between SCP-7074 and the outside world was negligible. However, incongruities became apparent within fifteen minutes. | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND POSSIBLE HARDWARE ISSUE SLIGHT LAG IN YOUR COMMS | OUTGOING: D-408 NO PROB HERE MIGHT BE ON YOUR END INCOMING MSGS DISTORTED A BIT | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND ISSUES NEGLIGIBLE OVERALL STILL POSSIBLE ANOM EFFECT STATUS REPORT Alarmingly, D-408’s next report was transmitted on a lower frequency than his DANKE device should have allowed. | OUTGOING: D-408 FEEL FINE SMTH WEIRD ABT VIEW OF OUTSIDE NOT SURE WHAT | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND YOUR MSGS SLOWING DOWN 5 HZ DISCREPANCY LIKELY CHRONO ANOM On account of a drastic decrease in signal frequency, the following report was received and decrypted over the course of two hours. | OUTGOING: D-408 REPEAT LAST MSG HEAVY NOISE + DISTORT The presence of a temporal anomaly was confirmed at this point. Energy appeared to retain its original frequency when entering or leaving SCP-7074; thus, relative to D-408, the frequency of incoming transmissions would be too high for his DANKE device to interpret. Site Command composed their next message from multiple staggered signals to create a lower frequency. | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND SPEED OF TIME IN ANOM DROPPING DO NOT PANIC It was initially assumed that the flow of time within the anomaly was decreasing linearly and that communication could be conducted in this manner for some time. However, D-408’s next reply was received over the course of nearly nine hours, requiring emergency modifications to Site Command’s DANKE device. | OUTGOING: D-408 FIGURED IT OUT SUN OUTSIDE MOVING TOO FAST | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND EXPONENTL TIME DCREAS HRD 2 DECRYPT + REPLY SHRTN MSGS ONLY SND NECESRY INFO D-408’s next report was received over 27 hours. | OUTGOING: D-408 TRIED 2 LEAVE INSIDE LIKE INVIS WALL SUN ALREADY SETTING AGAIN HELP The ability of Site Command to receive and answer D-408’s messages was now under severe strain. A second DANKE device was requisitioned to compensate, but would not arrive on-site for some time due to supply chain constraints and difficulties in transport. In the meantime, field teams were dispatched to SCP-7074’s location and performed a battery of tests. An accident necessitating the amputation of an agent’s arm proved that it was impossible to remove matter from the anomaly, wholly or partially. While testing continued, Site Command was able to compose another response: | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND TRYING DIFCLTIES W COMMS STAY CALM D-408’s next report was received and logged over roughly six days but could not be properly decoded until the following month, when the second DANKE device arrived. | OUTGOING: D-408 PLEASE EVRYTHNG MOVNG FASTR GET ME OUT Evidence indicated that the frequency of D-408’s transmissions would only continue to decrease. Due to the inherent limitations of DANKE hardware, further cogent communication with D-408 was deemed functionally impossible. Additionally, testing incurred significant costs without uncovering any method of extricating D-408 from the anomaly. A final message was sent: | INCOMING: SITE-COMMAND CANT SRY Current containment procedures were put in place shortly thereafter. D-408’s communications have grown considerably more staggered since 1942, and the majority have been lost due to atmospheric interference or issues with the now-deprecated DANKE hardware. The most legible transmission to date was received in 2019: | OUTGOING: D-408 HEL The message is incomplete but the remainder can be inferred from context clues. As of 2022, it is estimated that D-408 has experienced 25 minutes of subjective time. He is expected to die of dehydration within three days (currently equating to 12 million years outside the anomaly), although from an outside perspective this may never occur. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7074" by swordlover87, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7074. Licensed under CC-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-7075 | safe | close Info X Contains mentions of murder, suicide, abuse, and dark themes. Item #: SCP-7075 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7075-A and SCP-7075-B are to be kept inside a single enlarged chamber together. Only separate them when required for testing. Instructions for administering the modified Zener cards can be found in Document 7075-A, which will be given to assigned personnel. Approve any requests for intelligence-based items (board games, books of riddles, etc.) which may aid in testing. Likewise, deny any requests which may hinder. Containment Update: Increase the rate of testing to four times a week with a focus on enhancing emotive and superconscious abilities. Subjects possess suicidal and homicidal ideation, but both state that their desires are manageable. Believe them until proven otherwise. Description: SCP-7075 was an unknown individual who was subject to an occult ritual. This ritual was meant to transform it into a gestalt entity of great psychic influence, but instead split it into two sapient humanoids, designated SCP-7075-A and SCP-7075-B. These two humanoids share a very potent psychological bond. Either one is able to instantly (and often involuntarily) transmit sensory information, ideas, and associations to the other with a ~0.009% accuracy1. Therefore, by all known metrics, SCP-7075-A and SCP-7075-B possess the most powerful telepathic connection ever recorded by the SCP Foundation. Research has shown that their telepathy has some conscious component which can be strengthened through mental exercises and tests of will. Researchers are encouraged to speak to their supervisors regarding the specifics. SCP-7075-A is a 1.80-meter-tall male. It is thin, malnourished, and weak; having performed poorly during every one of its medical evaluations. It has paranoid tendencies and can sometimes fall into uncooperative or even hostile moods during testing, but it has yet to attack a researcher. A common delusion it suffers from is that SCP-7075-B or its caretakers are trying to harm it in some way. To ease this, researchers are encouraged to act more casually with SCP-7075-A than they usually would with SCPs. SCP-7075-A has extensive scarring across its face and torso, which is indicative of ritual scarification. SCP-7075-A will occasionally have episodes where it bleeds from these scars for anywhere from five minutes to two-and-a-half hours. When asked why this happens, SCP-7075-A has stated that it "does not know and does not care." Examination has shown that this bleeding is visual only; it does not suffer any real harm during its episodes. SCP-7075-B is a 1.54-meter-tall female. It appears to be far larger and heavier than SCP-7075-A and its limbs are particularly bloated compared to the rest of its body, lacking coloration in certain spots and sagging at the joints. Little is known about SCP-7075-B's personality since it has refused to speak to many researchers. However, it has shown a liking towards a very select few, the names of whom are included in Document 7075-A. It has sometimes spoken to SCP-7075-A when it believes they are not being listened to. SCP-7075-A and SCP-7075-B are fraternal twins. + ASSORTED EXPERIMENT/INTERVIEW LOGS 02/09/████ - 19/10/████ - ASSORTED EXPERIMENT/INTERVIEW LOGS 02/09/████ - 19/10/████ INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher ██████ INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-A SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Could you describe what you see when you get a transmission? SCP-7075-A: Um… I don't see much. They go by so fast that I'm only able to catch a few words most of the time. Sometimes I think I get a smell? I get these bits and pieces that are all blended together into this… soup in my head. It's like if there was a tiger on the other side of the room growling really, really, really low. Sometimes it comes closer and sometimes it goes away, but it's always there. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: But it was different in the deprivation tank. SCP-7075-A: Oh, yeah. Jesus fucking Christ, what do you guys do to those things? I thought of doing something like that a while ago with a t-shirt and this kiddie pool, but I got really fuckin' scared at the last second and freaked out. I felt the same here, but everything was a lot more calm. I couldn't feel my face, it was fucking incredible. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: You remember what you saw? SCP-7075-A: A little bit, yeah. When it started, I was like upside down and I was floating and looking down at this black ocean. My eyes were messed up. Like, I knew for some reason that I wasn't looking at the ocean, I was looking at a really big sphere of water, like a floating mass kind of thing. But I saw—I saw a circle. It was this flat circle like a flag, and it made me really scared. I tried to look somewhere else, but I couldn't move my head. My whole body felt limp. And I felt this really loud, distorted roar in my right ear. It was like a lion was screaming through a sp… No, it wasn't an animal scream. It was like… I don't know, something more primal. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Something more primal than an animal? (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: I don't know, man, it was really fucked. I'm sorry, I don't know how to describe it. It fucked with me. INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher ██████ INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-A SR. RESEARCHER ██████: So you don't have the best relationship with your sister. That's a very normal experience for kids your age. SCP-7075-A: I don't hate her or anything. She's really like… I don't want to say a rude word. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: You're allowed to call her a bitch if that is how you really feel. SCP-7075-A: Um… yeah. Yeah, I guess she is. She thinks she's better than everyone else. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: What makes you say that? SCP-7075-A: The way she acts. The way that she thinks. She eats a lot of my food and she's mean to people and she's a really big weight on everything. She used to be nice when we were first created, but now every day is a slog. I hate talking to her. I don't like feeling like that because we're connected, but I do. I'm sorry. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: You don't have to apologize, David. That's a perfectly normal reaction to have, especially cooped up in a place like this twenty-four hours a day. INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher ██████ INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-A SCP-7075-A: I had another dream last night. Could I talk about that? SR. RESEARCHER ██████: If you want to, sure. SCP-7075-A: Thanks. Um… I think it was the same thing as last time with me on the floor in the kitchen. This time I wasn't looking through my eyes though, I was looking through my mom's. I was saying all the same shit, but now I could feel what she was feeling—what I think she was feeling when I was saying it. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: What was she thinking? SCP-7075-A: She wasn't um… she wasn't really thinking anything at all. I couldn't catch any words or anything, but I knew that she was feeling blue. She was the most blue I'd ever seen. It wasn't like an ocean blue or an aquarium blue, it was a lot more intense. It made me wanna puke. It was so… burning in my eyes and my stomach. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Maybe it was something medical. You said she had seizures sometimes, didn't you? That could be how she was feeling when it came on. SCP-7075-A: No, no man! It wasn't anything like that. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Alright, sorry — I'm sorry. What did it feel like? SCP-7075-A: It was so… sad and cold and lonely. I felt the blue everywhere around me, no matter how much I shut my eyes. My eyelids weren't even black anymore. The longer that I looked at me on the floor the more I wanted to collapse. I wanted to die. I didn't wanna be there anymore. I felt so disappointed in myself and, like, pissed at the world for fucking doing this to me. I had no fucking clue why I of all people was chosen to suffer through this. It was terrifying, it was terrifying. (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: And, um… I felt really bad when I woke up. I stopped drinking a while ago 'cause of some other shit with one of my friends, but if I could've felt that, I would've stopped earlier. I fucking hate it so much. It fucking disgusts me, man. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: What happened with your fr- SCP-7075-A: Could you take me back to my room please? I'm fucked up right now. I'm fucked, I'm done. INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Senior Researcher ██████ INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B FOREWORD: Subject expressed a sudden interest in being interviewed, but would not give a reason why. Request was approved. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Before we get into this, can I ask why you want to be interviewed all of a sudden? Is there something that happened recently? SCP-7075-B: No. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Okay. Do you have a request you'd like to make? Something for your room? (Silence.) SCP-7075-B: I see. Um, okay, I guess I'm choosing to do it now. I don't give a shit anymore. If you need to kill me to do it, I'd like to be drowned or shot in the head. Maybe poisoned, but however you wanna do it is fine. I don't know how David wants to do it, but he feels the same way. Just do it before I change my mind. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Excuse me? (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: I'm sorry. I didn't expect that in all honesty. (Laughs.) Are you… Do you think you're depressed? If you are, we have some things that could help you. Everybody in here can get a little crazy sometimes, heh. SCP-7075-B: What? You don't have to talk like that. I said I don't give a shit. You can… fuckin' kill me already. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: So, I understand how you're feeling right now and I want you to know that it's a very normal thing for people like you, but suicide is never a rational response — not in any circumstance, okay? SCP-7075-B: You're such a… cruel piece of shit. I know what you want. I can see his thoughts, dumbass. I know what the fuck you're trying to tell me. I don't care. I'm not gonna run or try and kill one of you or take your guns. I don't give a shit. I don't have any more reasons to stay alive. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Oh, come on. You know that's not why you two are here. And you have plenty of reasons to live. You still have your brother, don't you? You're just as powerful a telepath as he is. Without you he's useless, he's just another guy walking down the street. Your existence alone makes him one of the most important people in history. You two shatter every rule of science, every rule of psychology, metaphysics — you shatter everything every day! You two being born is one of the most consequential events in all of human history. Doesn't that excite you? Doesn't that make you happy? (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: We still don't know the full extent of your own capabilities. You could gain even more control over your mind than he can. (Silence.) + ASSORTED EXPERIMENT/INTERVIEW LOGS 14/05/████ - 07/06/████ - ASSORTED EXPERIMENT/INTERVIEW LOGS 14/05/████ - 07/06/████ EXPERIMENT LOG ADMINISTRATOR: Senior Researcher ██████ SUBJECT(S): SCP-7075-A (SR. RESEARCHER ██████ presents a card containing a cartoon drawing of an elephant.) SCP-7075-A: Um… Fuck. I don't know. (SR. RESEARCHER ██████ presents a card containing a photograph of a dangerously malnourished child.) SCP-7075-A: I don't know. (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Your sister is thinking of ending her life. SCP-7075-A: Is this part of the test? SR. RESEARCHER ██████: It's important. Your sister wants either you or her to die. I know she's been considering it for a long time. When did it start? SCP-7075-A: I don't really know what you're talking about. If she ever thought about doing, y'know, I never caught it. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Bullshit. You can't lie to me when your sister's on suicide watch. I need to know when this started, David. SCP-7075-A: I'm not lying! I don't know shit, man. I don't want to know about stuff like that, I've got my own shit to worry about. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Like what? SCP-7075-A: Like, fucking… these tests, man! I wanna get better at this. I wanna, y'know, fucking help humanity or some shit. If she wants to fucking die then that's her business, I don't care. Get her a therapist or something. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: You can't turn your back on her, David. She's your sister. She's family — you have to look out— SCP-7075-A: Older sister. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: —for… Okay yes, older sister. But she's family. SCP-7075-A: I don't give a shit if she's family. She's older than me, I shouldn't have to take care of her. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: I'm saying that strictly speaking, you're still the man of the house, even if she is older. You should recognize that. SCP-7075-A: Stop trying to make me have a relationship with her. I don't fucking care. She can't do anything to me. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: That's not what— SCP-7075-A: Shut the fuck up SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Okay — okay. (SR. RESEARCHER ██████ presents a card containing a photograph of the Portrait of Henry VIII by Hans Holbien.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: What do you think this one is? INTERVIEW LOG ADMINISTRATOR: Senior Researcher ██████ SUBJECT(S): SCP-7075-B SCP-7075-B: You should fucking kill yourself. If you want to help me then that's what you should do. That's the only thing that David thinks about. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: I know that's not true. SCP-7075-B: No you fuckin' don't. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Do you think you're getting anywhere acting like this? Do you think that if you say 'bitch' or 'whore' five-hundred times, we'll release you? SCP-7075-B: Mm. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: What was that? SCP-7075-B: Fuck you. You should. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: We should do a lot of things but we don't do that. You need to stop being such a brat. We let some anomalies live normal lives, but you're never going to get there acting like this. SCP-7075-B: Yeah, 'cause I'm never gonna get there at all. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Don't say that! SCP-7075-B: Shut your dumb ass up, bitch. I'm gonna fucking kill him when I get back to my cell, I don't give a shit. I'm gonna kill him then I'm gonna kill you. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Sarah, you've said— SCP-7075-B: Shut up! SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Sarah. INTERVIEW LOG ADMINISTRATOR: Senior Researcher ██████ SUBJECT(S): SCP-7075-A SCP-7075-A: What'd she do? SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Why do you think this is about her? I wanted to talk to you. SCP-7075-A: No you don't. I just do what you want. The only reason you talk to me anymore is because you wanna know how to get her to stop being insane. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: That's a pretty cruel thing to say, David. I mean, I've answered all of the questions you've given me haven't I? I'm not lying to you. SCP-7075-A: Is this a good place? SR. RESEARCHER ██████: What? SCP-7075-A: Do you think you're working for a good organization. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Oh. Well, I can't exactly say yes, can I? We keep people in boxes. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to be a glorified zookeeper, but most of the time I get people — people like you. I have to feed you, I have to bathe you, I have to make sure that you don't take your own life in here. I do really bad stuff on a daily basis so that people that were lucky enough to be born normal aren't harmed. What does that make me? (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: An asshole. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: You could say that. But somebody has to do what I do. Humanity would've died hundreds of times if we didn't exist. Women, David, women and children would've all died. You would've never existed, nor your mom or dad or any of your grandparents. The reason they do is because there's men like me doing what I'm doing. (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Let me tell you something before I go, there are a lot of researchers here. There are a lot of people that'd like to work with you specifically, and not all of them are as nice as me. Not all of them are willing to talk to you like this — they'd treat you like a dog. They'd treat your sister even worse. She'd be actually insane if I wasn't here. SCP-7075-A: Mmm. Maybe. I don't know. INTERVIEW LOG ADMINISTRATOR: Senior Researcher ██████ SUBJECT(S): SCP-7075-B SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Tell me why then. You've got thirty seconds. SCP-7075-B: B… Because you're supposed to help me! You're supposed to fucking back me up when I tell you things, not sit there and do nothing like you're… you're a fucking bitch. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: I've told you five times already — I'm telling you for the sixth time now: that is not my job. I'm not your therapist. I'm not here to make you feel better about yourself; I'm here to… I'm here to train you. This, everything I'm doing with you, is to give you a stronger connection with your brother. I don't care what happened between you two before you got here, but you've got to get rid of that right now. SCP-7075-B: I'm not doing your fucking experiments. I'm not a fucking animal. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: When did I say any of that — any of that? You're not even listening to what I'm saying at this point. SCP-7075-B: I don't give a shit. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Okay. (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Your brother likes me because he knows that I'm not trying to hurt him. I'm here to do a job. I want you to dump all of this out on me because at the end of the day, I'll forget about it. You can try and hide all you want, but you're unlucky enough to be born with a megaphone in your head. So you have two paths, you can either hurt someone you really care about or you can hurt me, the person who's asking for it. And right now it seems like you're wanna hurt him. (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Am I wrong? (Silence.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Okay, I see. I'll come back another day when you're ready to take responsibility for yourself. SCP-7075-B: Fuck you. + ASSORTED EXPERIMENT/INTERVIEW LOGS 30/06/████ - 23/12/████ - ASSORTED EXPERIMENT/INTERVIEW LOGS 30/07/████ - 23/12/████ AUDIO LOG INTERVIEWER: SCP-7075-A INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B FOREWORD: At approximately 18:12, while SCP-7075-A and SCP-7075-B were eating dinner, they had a brief conversation. SCP-7075-B: That's a real piece of shit thing to fucking say. SCP-7075-A: Could you be quiet? SCP-7075-B: Jesus fucking Christ, can you shut up? You know that's all horseshit. I'm sorry but it's so fucking annoying to listen to you fucking ramble on for ages about shit that's so obviously untrue. I swear, when are you going to give up on your fucking image? You overthink what you are to the point where you cripple yourself because you know that if you ever tried to actually live as yourself you'd never be able to be as great as you are in your head. It's fucking stupid. The issue isn't me, it's that stupid image. Just be you. Be my fucking brother and we'll be fine. They're lying to you and they're gonna betray you and put you in a fucking coma the first chance they get. I swear to God, man. I swear to God. SCP-7075-A: Shut the fuck up. We're both fucking powerless in here. (SCP-7075-B begins to cry.) SCP-7075-B: You're so fucking stupid. I hate you. Why the fuck am I chained to you. SCP-7075-A: 'Cause we're amoebas. (SCP-7075-A laughs.) SCP-7075-A: Amoeeeeeeeeeeebaaas. There's literally nothing we can do. Y'know, if we were captured by aliens or by like the army or something, there'd at least be a small chance we could get out? But not here. That's what's fucking weird. We're actually completely fucked. We are going to fucking die. SCP-7075-B: They're Nazis. You want to be a hero in the eyes of fucking Nazis! SCP-7075-A: Yeah, I know. SCP-7075-B: Then why are you still going with them!? SCP-7075-A: 'Cause there's fucking… There's nothing else out there, man. We're fucked. The people living out in the cities and the suburbs and the kids and the teenagers — they're all so, so, so fucked. There's so many monsters in the world. You can't even imagine how many things want to kill us. There's so many monsters, and now that we know about them they're gonna kill us if we leave. We're fucked either way so we might as well pick the side that won't shoot us. SCP-7075-B: They're not gonna kill us. That's just bullshit they tell you to make you scared. Even if there is that much, we can fight them. We can do shit. You can do shit. We could make it out. SCP-7075-A: Yeah, but we won't though. We're fucking idiots. They've got… ghosts and snipers and the FBI. They can kill us wherever we are. We can't even go to space, they've got guys up there too. They've got guys at the bottom of the ocean. Do you know how big they actually are? Do you know how many times the world ended and we just didn't know about it because they won't tell us? I'm not the same fuckin' guy I was when I was born, Sarah, and you weren't the same girl. SCP-7075-B: Don't fuckin' cry. SCP-7075-A: I'm not gonna cry. I just… SCP-7075-B: If you cry, then I'm gonna cry. SCP-7075-A: I fucking… I hate you so fucking much. I really wish I could just do this alone. Why the fuck am I attached to you. Why can't I do it myself. I don't care. You deserve whatever the fuck they do to you. SCP-7075-B: I don't care. I'm right. You're choosing the Nazis over your own family. You're pathetic. SCP-7075-A: I hate you. AUDIO LOG INTERVIEWER: SCP-7075-A INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B SCP-7075-B: I remember my dream. SCP-7075-A: Yeah? SCP-7075-B: I dreamed I was in a small town by the coast and they had these weird representatives kind of. There were fifty of them because of the fifty states. I was the one for Rhode Island but I was also the sheriff. I think I was a serial killer too. The whole time I was killing all of these people, I cut up this one old lady and I shot these three people on this boat, and the whole time I was scared because I thought the police were gonna come for me. SCP-7075-A: They figured you out, didn't they? SCP-7075-B: Yeah… I think they did. I killed everyone except for one other person, because I knew if I was the last one standing then they'd know that I was the killer, so I kept one other person with me. I thought that would stop them from questioning me, but one day I was working and this guy came in who I was friends with years ago. SCP-7075-A: (Unintelligible) SCP-7075-B: I don't think he really existed. It's my brain's way of talking to me. He like, called me over and asked to talk privately and asked me what I was doing that night and I kinda started to cry. SCP-7075-A: I don't know why you'd feel guilty over all of that. Just don't talk. They have nothing to use against you. SCP-7075-B: I don't know. I felt awful 'cause they fuckin' got him. They fucking got him. The last time I saw him I felt like I understood him and now I couldn't tell at all what he was. I thought he'd try to relate to me or coax it out of me or have a heart-to-heart but he fucking slapped me with it. I don't know what I did wrong to him. (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: You didn't do anything. Guys are just like that sometimes. SCP-7075-B: Am I a bad person? (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: I think everyone's a bad person. INTERVIEW LOG ADMINISTRATOR: Senior Researcher ██████ SUBJECT(S): SCP-7075-B SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Hell fuckin' yes you do. Do you know how incredible it is that you and your brother are alive? Your existence alone disproves half of science. Your existence disproves almost every single philosophical theory developed in the last 300 years. I-I mean do you even understand how fucking unbelievably rude what you just said was? SCP-7075-B: Shut up bitch. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Do you even know who Carl Jung is? Do you know what the collective— SCP-7075-B: Shut up fucking slut— SR. RESEARCHER ██████: unconscious is? It is the foundation for the entire field of psychology. It is the lynchpin, it is the only fuckin' thing keeping it together and you and your brother proved that it exists. Not as some sociological thing or useful idea, but a real, tangible, physical thing you can interact with. You can touch it. You can beat the shit out of it if you want. Does that not make you happy? Does the knowledge that you are actually the center of the universe not enough for you because you get bored sometimes? SCP-7075-B: You're a fucking whore pig hillbilly skimp whore. You're so fucking useless compared to me, you should kill yourself. (A short screeching sound.) SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Alright. I'm done here. Go back to your cell. SCP-7075-B: I don't wanna. SR. RESEARCHER ██████: I don't care. EXPERIMENT LOG INTERVIEWER: N/A INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-A FOREWORD: Senior Researcher ██████ was unavailable. In his place, an automated interviewer conducted the experiment. (Machine presents a sheet of paper which contains the words 'Lunwi Gibbins' written eighty-nine times in #2 pencil.) SCP-7075-A: I don't know. Paper and something. (Machine presents a sheet of printer paper which contains two numbers: the approximate number of natural births occurring at that moment and the approximate number of natural deaths occurring at the same time per SCP Foundation data collected that week.) (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: Man don't show me that shit. (Silence.) Machine: Please give an answer, even if you are not sure. SCP-7075-A: It's nothing. (Machine presents a photograph of the Earth taken from the moon's surface.) (Silence.) AUDIO LOG INTERVIEWER: SCP-7075-A INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B SCP-7075-B: Why are you so pissed off? SCP-7075-A: It's not about you. SCP-7075-B: Yeah it is. SCP-7075-A: How do you know? SCP-7075-B: Because it's always about me. (Silence. SCP-7075-A begins to cry.) SCP-7075-A: I hate the things you make me think about. I wanna be good; I really wanna be a good person. I don't wanna be like my dad. I'm so fucking lucky to have this gift, you can't even fucking imagine. I wanna help so many fucking people. I don't care if I never get a girlfriend or a private life or anything, I don't fucking care, I just want to make sure that the kids who don't have a fucking thing don't get fucked. I'm so scared they're gonna die, but I can't do shit because I'm stuck with you. Fucking you. You and your stupid fucking whining and you trying to be the victim here. We're both fucking victims. We're in the same boat. We're stuck in the same fucking circle and yeah, I know the guy is gonna fuck me but he's in a circle too and he's just trying to do his best. He's got a boss, his boss has got a boss, that boss has got a boss. They're fucking each other all the way down and I got a chance to ignore that shit and just be a fucking — a good guy! So I don't fucking care. (Silence.) SCP-7075-B: We're not in the same boat. SCP-7075-A: You're such a bitch. SCP-7075-B: No, I'm not. (Silence.) SCP-7075-A: Why can't you just help me? SCP-7075-B: 'Cause it's not the right thing to do. SCP-7075-A: Yes it is. SCP-7075-B: No it's not. SCP-7075-A: I don't fuckin' care. (Silence.) SCP-7075-B: Well, I don't either. Footnotes 1. With typical levels of mental activity, this equates to around 5,500 conscious and subconscious thoughts per day. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7075" by redredred, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7075. Licensed under CC-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-7076 | pending | by Quicksilvers It's quiet. Nobody speaks. Not a single person dares to break the silence. Any second now. Any second. Item#: 7076 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: keter Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: Individuals that correspond to the following SCP-7076 criteria are to be monitored until 21/9/2076: Subject lives in the United States Subject regularly attends a facility specializing in secondary education Subject is currently following an academic trajectory that will culminate in graduation of secondary school in the spring and/or summer of 2076 Subject is below the age of 21 Due to the unknown range of SCP-7076's effect, secondary schools across Canadian and Northern Mexican regions are to be extensively monitored as well. Due to the scope of the projected anomaly, successful containment has been deemed nigh-impossible without the use of mass amnesticization of the general global population. Upon the occurrence of the first wave of SCP-7076-1 events, news outlets are to be fed disinformation campaigns that reframe SCP-7076-1 occurrences as mass tragedies. Signal suppression is to be enacted in the vicinity of SCP-7076-1 events in order to stifle the flow of information and prevent the destruction of the Veil. Upon the second and third waves of SCP-7076-1 events, a media blackout is to occur regarding information leaving the United States, with all Foundation artificial constructs working at full capacity in order to generate and replicate informational output resembling baseline American activity. The entirety of the United States is also to be placed under complete martial law organized by Foundation input. It is currently unknown whether the large amount of upcoming SCP-7076-1 events will be influential enough to constitute an RK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario. If this is so, containment protocol is to be abandoned and sufficient measures are to be activated. The principal makes her way to the podium. She taps the microphone. She takes in a breath. It's deafening, breaking the silence like a gunshot. The principal then opens her mouth… …and begins to speak. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7076 is the designation number for a series of phenomena targeting the projected graduating American high school class of 2076. Officially coined on 13 August 2068, SCP-7076 was initially the designation for a statistical theory regarding the potentiality of an uptick in anomalous activity pertaining to American adolescents. More specifically, SCP-7076 targeted the attendees of secondary public institutions, though mainly being centered on high school seniors that are to graduate in the late spring and early summer of 2076. Upon its creation, SCP-7076 was strictly theoretical in its actual influence on the public, proposed as a possible encroaching threat due to the high frequency of prior anomalies that targeted American high schoolers in between late 1975 and early 1977. As is policy standard for projected anomalistic activity, various high-level Foundation computational engines were fed portions of the SCiPNET archival and research database in order to parse the information given in order to connect data points and form generalized predictions for future containment efforts. After two weeks of review, the F19 Anomalous-Prevalence Computational Engine, in collaboration with four Turing-standard artificial statistical analysis constructs, produced its results regarding SCP-7076 on 22 October 2068. These results confirmed the predicted likelihood that SCP-7076 would, in fact, increase in both number and severity, with models explicitly stating the high probability that this second wave of anomalies could possibly dwarf the recorded number of incidents that initially occurred in 1976. SCP-7076-1 designates a localized reality shift that is to occur during or immediately following a completed American high school senior graduation ceremony. The results of an SCP-7076-1 event are currently inconclusive, though the presented data suggests it will involve the sudden violent deaths and/or incorporation of all attendees. Statistical models also suggest that the sheer amount of SCP-7076-1 events in the following late spring and early summer of 2076 may potentially cause a reality cascade and mass reality restructuring event. Please contact your Site Director in order to be assigned a research team. The band has started playing. Do you know this song? It is both a familiar yet unfamiliar tune. Something heard in the distant possibility of a memory. Or a faded, faded dream. ADDENDUM 7076.1: Timeline of Events Date Description 31 May 2069 Four high school sophomores go missing in the midst of the school day. The incident was initially brushed aside as an instance of skipping class, though all four students were not friends nor were they part of an existing friend group. Security cameras in the hallway captured the students entering a supply closet before closing the door behind them. The closet was found empty with no exit points other than the main door. 26 August 2069 Twelve high schools in the state of Iowa within a 50-mile radius do not open as planned for their first day of classes. Students and staff were unable to enter buildings on school grounds as both keycards and physical keys were useless in bypassing security locks. Several students claimed that they could see movement through various windows of the building, with two students reporting that they saw the classrooms were filled with "doppelgangers" of the student and staff body. 1 September 2070 Michelle Easmon, a biology teacher at Ledeville High School in Robeson, Oregon, is reported to have initiated a lesson that was not in the class itinerary. The topic of the lesson regarded the effects of sound frequency on cellular bodies, in which she produced and powered on an antique radio c. 1950. The audio quality was discordant and caused pain and migraines to those present. Afterwards, students reported the persistent feeling that they had forgotten something important, though this faded over time. 2 September 2070 During a broadcasted speech, Senator Denise Rivera (OH) congratulates the graduating class of 2076, stating that she will "work [her] damnedest to push all Ohio students into the empty, lonely, and lovely future that they deserve." Ms. Rivera's eyes then roll back into her head and she falls to the ground, seizing. The signal is cut through Foundation media tampering. I'm happy that we spent so much time together. It's strange to see it all go, though. Someone in the audience twitches. FROM: ten.pics.nimda|trelasys#ten.pics.nimda|trelasys TO: All Staff 01/09/2070 Please be aware that anomalies within the SCiPNET database related to SCP-7076 have been declassified to all staff with Level 3 Clearance. Research groups are to report new findings to their assigned Site Director. SCP-7076-related incidents are to be immediately recorded with teams dispatched to amnesticize affected subjects. Disinformation Campaigns are to be disseminated at Director's discretion. The first row of students rises to its feet. They turn ever so slowly. They know the role that they are playing. They know what is about to happen. 31 December 2075 SCP-1833's storage locker explodes outwards due to intense pressure originating from inside. Investigations revealed the cause to be hundreds of partially shredded and destroyed yearbook pages that appeared to have been spontaneously generated from within SCP-1833's binding. Due to the intense pressure, most of these pages were shredded to such an extent that the contents were illegible, though the few fragments that could be recovered depicted the fully alphabetized headshots of various current high school seniors from across the United States. 9 January 2076 Plymouth Regional High School, located in Plymouth, New Hampshire, experiences a shift in which several blocks of lockers immediately sink into and through the floor. Witnesses do not acknowledge the event when questioned. 14 January 2076 Bayonne High School, located in Bayonne, New Jersey, experiences a 28-second period of time in which all its students and staff become unable to recall memories pertaining to the school building and their time spent in it. Momentary mass panic ensues before all students and staff immediately regain their memories, with the incident being explained away as an instance of mass hysteria. The students make their way up to the podium. FROM: ten.pics.nimda|trelasys#ten.pics.nimda|trelasys TO: All Staff 14/01/2076 Anomalies within the SCiPNET database related to SCP-7076 have been declassified to all staff with Level 1 Clearance. Research groups are to report new findings to their assigned Site Director. Staff counseling is available to all Foundation personnel and is mandatory for employees that have children. The students have collected their diplomas. They've all gone back to their seats. Their loved ones stare on from behind, from the left, from the right. Nobody blinks. Nobody breathes. 1 June 2076 Camp Kanab reopens unbeknownst to Foundation operatives. Multiple youths from neighboring towns claim to have been mailed flyers promoting the camp and its high pay rates. 1 June 2076 Foundation operatives identify an after-school tailgate event taking place in Wistview, Colorado that is sponsored by "Syncope Symphonics" in tandem with the administrative body. All attempts to neutralize the event were unsuccessful, and the local band initiated a performance that registered ~340 decibels. No attendees reported any detrimental effects. 1 June 2076 Approx ~100,000 Polaroid photographs manifest in homes throughout the continental United States, with three located in Alaska and seven located in Hawaii. Citizen testimony reveals all photographs to be instances of SCP-1423. 2 June 2076 34 high school students are admitted to the local hospital in Fraw, North Dakota after all falling unconscious during lectures in class. Brain scans show each student to have entered a comatose state. 2 June 2076 At 8:00 AM local time, Salvation High School is surrounded by hundreds of individuals all holding hands. Though their faces are obscured, their overall appearances correlate to the citizens of Salvation, Indiana, c. June of 1976. Salvation High School then begins violently shaking before sinking into the ground. It is currently unknown whether or not SCP-3935's entrance is still accessible. 2 June 2076 Lake Tolbesofkee's water levels begin rapidly rising and floods the surrounding town of Dearborn County, Georgia. SCP-2316 instances begin drifting into residential areas through the floodwaters. Evacuation efforts ensue. The principal makes her way back to the podium. She leans into the microphone. She opens her mouth. FROM: ten.pics.nimda|trelasys#ten.pics.nimda|trelasys TO: All Staff 03/06/2076 Various MTF units have been and are currently being deployed to the grounds for SCP-7076-1 events. Please be aware that abandonment of your post is grounds for immediate firing and blacklisting. Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel allowed to bring familial offspring onto Site premises. Doing so may introduce a vector for memetic infection. Personnel caught doing so will be blacklisted and all individuals will immediately be escorted off the grounds. I am so sorry. - O5-9 We've had a great year, haven't we. SEPTEMBER 2076 FILE UPDATE Close update. Item Number: SCP-7076 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7076 does not require containment, see below. Description: SCP-7076 was a series of escalating anomalous incidents that occurred across the United States and primarily targeted the senior high school graduating class of 2076. Foundation statistical models predicted SCP-7076 due to previous data and recorded history regarding a series of violent anomalous occurrences that victimized the high school senior class of 1976. Foundation statistical models also predicted a culmination resulting from various reality failures occurring at graduation ceremonies across the United States. While anomalies pertaining to the class of 1976 experienced heightened activity, there was no resulting cascading event at any ceremony within the country. Kant counters were eventually brought to various random graduation ceremonies, with resulting measurements displaying no deviation from baseline Hume levels. Following the summer of 2076, all anomalous activity pertaining to SCP-7076 and SCP-7076-related anomalies ceased. SCP-7076 is currently being decommissioned and will be archived within the Foundation's database. The crowd cheers. Grad caps go flying high into the air. Tears of joy and sadness are spilled. The sun shines bright. Photos are taken from every-which-angle. Every single face is smiling. 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SCP-7077 | safe | close Info X SCP-7077 - Where Sky Meets Sea Authored by DodoDevil and Elenee FishTruck, written for the SCP-7000 Contest. 3/7077 LEVEL 3/7077 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7077 Safe SCP-7077. Special Containment Procedures: A rotating shift of armed guards patrols SCP-7077's exterior, and a remote surveillance system monitors the surrounding area. Guards should escort any individuals crossing the exclusionary area under Cover Story 7077 ("Protected Heritage Site"). Per Addendum 7077.2, exploration of SCP-7077 is forbidden. Description: SCP-7077 is a limestone structure with a rock-cut façade, located near the Sarawat Mountains in Saudi Arabia. The structure's architecture resembles that of the Nabataean Kingdom, with potential Hellenistic influences. The site containing SCP-7077 features several other abandoned structures of similar design, believed to serve as tombs. SCP-7077's interior topology is inconsistent, and appears to spontaneously alter based on the individual visiting the structure. The exact relationship between visitor and interior is under investigation (see Addendum 7077.2). Anomalous transformations affiliated with SCP-7077's interior include spatial inconsistencies, spontaneous generation of objects, and teleportation within the structure. Foundation personnel discovered SCP-7077 in the 1960s, following centuries-old rumours of a site in the area containing archaeological evidence of the biblical Hagar's habitation in the Desert of Paran. Upon discovering SCP-7077's anomalous properties, the Foundation collaborated with the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to block expeditions into the structure. Reconnaisance footage from initial, unmanned exploration into SCP-7077. Addendum 7077.1: After containment, Foundation personnel attempted an unmanned reconnaissance mission, using a video camera mounted on a radio controlled vehicle. Recovered footage revealed a small stone chamber, containing only a few unnoteworthy items and a crawl space to the left. Attempts at breaking through the chamber failed. Containment personnel ascertained a human was necessary to properly explore SCP-7077's anomalous properties. Addendum 7077.2: Following Addendum 7077.1, research lead Dr. John Murray approved a manned expedition into SCP-7077. After consultation with willing volunteers to undertake this expedition, Dr. Lucas Howard was selected due to his familiarity with the region's history and cultural groups, proximity to SCP-7077 at the time, and working professional history with Dr. Murray. Foundation Personnel Dossier: Dr. Howard, Lucas Foundation Personnel Dossier: Dr. Howard, Lucas FOUNDATION ID NUMBER: G192-734 NAME: Lucas Howard, born Lucas Kircher DATE OF BIRTH: 04/06/1887 CLEARANCE LEVEL: Level 3 — Researcher POSITION TITLE: Foundation Research Chair: Department of Preternatural Archeology; previously held positions in Archeology, Occult Egyptology, Ceramic Arts and Art History, and Near East Studies. NOTES: Following his encounter with an anomalous event, the Foundation identified Dr. Howard as a potential future researcher. Through the Supporting Capable Persons grant program, the Foundation funded Dr. Howard's academic career, including his doctoral research on Archeological Studies of Egyptian Cultures at the University of Chicago's Oriental Institute. Post decorate, the Foundation frequently liaised with Dr. Howard as a consultant for Near Eastern anomalies preceding his formal initiation into our organization. PHOTO IDENTIFICATION: For the exploration of SCP-7077, Dr. Howard wore an experimental, body-mounted, visual recording device capable of documenting and thaumaturgically transmitting his approximate line of sight in greyscale footage. The device included a transmitting-and-receiving radio, allowing for verbal communication between Dr. Howard and Dr. Murray, who acted as Command of the SCP-7077 manned exploration. Dr. Howard entered SCP-7077 at 12:32 pm on 23/06/1960. The following expeditionary logs are an abridged compilation of transmitted video footage and radio transmissions, which occurred during Dr. Howard's exploration of SCP-7077. Addendum 7077.2: Exploration Log 001 Date: 23/06/1960 Time: 12:32 pm Howard: Well this thing is unwieldy. Are you sure you need audio and visual? Command: Sorry Lucas, protocols change. Higherups think written or verbal accounts of active anomalies aren't substantive on their own. Just think of it as a way to double-check. Howard: Not sure I love the implication there… Okay, heading in now. Command: Sounds good. The footage is coming through a little grainy — but that's to be expected. The camera's also recording on film, so we can review any details when you're out if need be. Howard: Really seems like something I could just write down then. Let's get going. Dr. Howard enters SCP-7077. The interior space initially appears similar to the previous, unmanned expedition. However, as the camera adjusts to the lower light levels, a formerly non-existent, dark, wooden doorway is present on the far wall. Howard: I'm assuming you didn't forget to mention the extra door? Command: That's our confirmation of an anomaly. Good to proceed? Howard: Dr. Murray, you didn't pull me away from a dig just to stop at the threshold. I'm moving on through now. Dr. Howard walks forward and pushes on the door. It opens quietly inward. Footage of the interior space beyond displays a room resembling a large vestibule. The area is rectangular, with polished marble floors and flat stone walls. An assortment of evenly placed ionic columns rise to the high ceiling. Howard: Well, this certainly isn't Nabataean. Architecture's modern, neoclassical but unadorned. A space this size would take up at least the majority of the structure's physical exterior. I'm looking around now, and there doesn't seem to be any signs of damage or age, no dust on the ground either, and— oh my. Command: Lucas? The camera pans upwards, revealing an immense, glass, oval-shaped skylight dominating the ceiling. Beyond its surface appears a dark void, dotted with innumerable points of light, differing in size and brightness. Faint, pulsing silver lines interlace between the points. Howard: I'm fine, just— wow. Not sure if it's coming through, but I'm looking up at the clearest night sky I've seen since I was a kid. But that can't be it. Almost looks like they're connected, like constellations; though none that I recognize. Command: Hold the camera on it for a bit. We'll get the details on the film and can have our people look into it when you're back out. Not all stars live above Kentucky, you know. Howard: Hilarious, John. You know I'm from… never mind. I'm looking back around now, at the space itself. There are hallways on the room's far sides. Can't seem to make them out in much detail. I'm moving towards the one on the left now. Dr. Howard approaches the entrance to the connecting corridor. He leans forward to get a view from afar. Howard: The lighting here seems odd. Inconsistent. It feels intentional or planned, not natural. Like stage lighting for a show. A lot of shadows up ahead that just seem to gather and hang there. Reconnaisance footage from manned exploration into SCP-7077. The hallway before Dr. Howard extends into an intersection in the distance. On either side, carved decorative motifs cover the walls, lacking in identifiable forms and stylistic elements. A skylight running the length of the coordinator illuminates the space: through the glass, dim, consistent lighting shines downward from an unidentifiable source. Command: Lucas, enter the first entrance on your right. Facing inward, the adjoining room appears dark initially, containing an arrangement of shadowy forms. As Dr. Howard enters, the lighting within seems to adjust: illumination resembling overhead spotlights reveal an assortment of objects positioned on a series of pedestals and wall mountings. The camera can only capture those closest to the entrance in detail. Howard: A storeroom of some kind, can only see part of the way in. Going to have a look around. Dr. Howard approaches one of the nearest pedestals on the lefthand side of the room. Positioned atop it are several overlapping metal horseshoes, severely rusted. He circles through a series of nearby displays, each featuring an assortment of wooden and/or metal tools, all notably aged. Howard: I'm looking at a spade now. Wood's weathered, but not decomposed or too badly damaged, and the metalworking's modern enough, at least from within the century. Seem like the sort of things you'd bring to a dig site rather than hope to come across there. Dr. Howard proceeds to circle through the space, revealing more poorly illuminated tools positioned on the stone walls and elevated platforms. He stops before a pitchfork suspended on a wall mounting. The item seemingly lacks one of its tines. Howard: I'm going to handle one of the objects, any objections? Command: None from us, but be careful. Howard: Not too worried about tetanus, John. Dr. Howard dons a pair of white linen gloves from his pocket. He carefully lifts the pitchfork, removing it from the wall mounting. Dr. Howard runs his hand along the length of it and inspects the broken segment before turning the item over. He sees a worn manufacturer's mark on the metal. Howard: Well that simplifies things: Armstong Tools, 1893. Command: We can get the people here started on that, anything else? Dr. Howard repositions the pitchfork, letting his hand settle into two grooves in the wood: near the head and rear of the object. After a moment he places it back against the wall. Howard: Uh. Sorry, nothing at the moment. I'm going to head deeper into the room and try and determine the size we're dealing with here. As Dr. Howard progresses through the space, additional pedestals and wall-mounted items become visible. The objects appear roughly consistent with the usage of those encountered previously and display similar signs of aging and use. Much of the room remains obscured in shadow, with direct illumination predominantly directed towards the assorted objects. Dr. Howard withdraws a small notebook and begins to document the items he encounters. Eventually, the far end of the room becomes visible in the camera frame. A closed wooden door leans against its surface, illuminated from above. The door appears worn and cracked, with vestiges of red paint noticeably flaking along its exterior. A single, round metal handle is positioned on the right-hand side. Dr. Howard breathes in sharply. Command: You alright, Lucas? Howard: Yeah, there's — there's another door here. It's different from the one at the entrance to SCP-7077; looks like it's just leaning against the wall. Dr. Howard reaches toward the handle while speaking, before retracting his hand. Howard: I think I'm going to try to open it. See if it budges. Dr. Howard shakily pulls the door handle. The interior resembles a small bedroom, with wooden paneling and floors. White paint flakes from the boards. The room is empty save an unmade bed and nightstand. In front of the bed stand two pedestals, topped with glass boxes. In one sits a chef's knife, an encrusted liquid along the edge. In the other sits a jewelry mannequin, on which rests a necklace with a golden ring. Howard: That… that can't be, I— Dr. Howard's breaths grow shallower and shallower, until he starts violently coughing. He kneels on the ground. Command: Everything good, Lucas? Why don't you try and enter the ro— Howard: Command, I— I'm going to return to the main space. Whatever you brought me here for, well this isn't that. I've got reports to update on the other dig sites; I can't waste my time with whatever's going on here. Dr. Howard turns around, only to find the room has changed in construction. A door on the right wall leads to a dark corridor. At the far end, a silver mirror hangs on the wall, partially scratched and obscured. Dr. Howard steps back in shock at his reflection. Command: Jesus. Bit of a scare there. We can prep a team to come and get you if you're sure. We've seen the layout's inconsistent, so it's probably best for you to stay put until they can find you. Dr. Howard stares back toward the bedroom area for around a minute. His breaths slow as he forcibly controls his air intake. He looks away toward the entryway on the right wall. Command: Do you wish to leave? Dr. Howard walks swiftly through the opening. As he passes through the threshold, contact is briefly lost. Addendum 7077.2: Exploration Log 002 Date: 23/06/1960 Time: 1:46 pm Note: Video link and radio contact with Dr. Howard resumed after approximately 30 and 40 seconds of interruption respectively. Reconnaisance footage from manned exploration into SCP-7077. Prior to the reestablishment of radio contact, the video footage shows Dr. Howard stepping through the passageway. Upon doing so, the space beyond shifts from the previously seen corridor to a large, empty, heavily stylized theatre. Rows of seating are arranged facing toward the stage, an ornate curtain draping. The walls of the space and the curtain's fabric display extensive decorative motifs and imagery superficially resembling Ancient Egyptian ornamentation, hyper-stylized for dramatic effect. Command: Howard? Do you hear me? Howard: Yeah, I'm… somewhere. Oh, fucking hell. This is Grauman's. Command: Come again, Grewmans? Howard: Grauman's: Hollywood, California. I uh, I worked here for a while. I think SCP-7077 is constructing things, pulling them from the world, or memories of it I suppose. Command: So that bedroom back there was— Abruptly, the lights within the space dim and the stage's curtains draw back, revealing a blank silvery screen. A projected image appears, depicting an image of the theatre space itself. The projected theatre's lights dim, and a showing begins to play on the screen. The subsequent film shown within the projected image likewise depicts the movie theatre. Dr. Howard turns away from the screen as the image within the projection begins to play its own projected film. Howard: This isn't right, this isn't how I remember this space. Something about it is off. Dr. Howard turns in a slow circle. The camera sweeps over rows of seating before stopping when it faces an elevated array of balcony seating. Two humanoid figures appear seated above, looking down towards the main theatre space, the dim lighting obscures any further detail. Howard: Oh lord. Dr. Howard crouches behind a nearby seat. Command: Do they seem responsive, Lucas? Have they seen you? Dr. Howard looks over the edge of the seat. Howard: No, I don't think so. I'm going to try to make my way up. There's a stairwell on the side. Dr. Howard crawls through the theatre. Alongside one wall, between two ornate pillars, is a door disguised as part of the wall's decoration. Dr. Howard pushes against it and it swings inward, revealing a poorly lit staircase. He ascends, stopping to rest on the landing approximately halfway up. He leans against the railing and coughs several times; the camera's view is briefly obscured as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. Command: Lucas, all good? Howard: Yeah, I'm fine. Just some dust. I'm continuing up now. At the summit of the staircase is a push-lever door. Dr. Howard leans into it, revealing a small room. Along the stone walls sits a table, two writing desks, a bookshelf. and a lamp. A photograph of the Great Pyramids of Giza is pinned on the wall. A single, black high-heel shoe rests against a small pile of crumpled bedlinens. In the center of the room is a stone carving of a larger-than-life-size human figure. The statue's head faces towards the entrance. Dr. Howard approaches it, coming to rest along its side. Reconnaisance footage from manned exploration into SCP-7077. Howard: This is authentic. Looks to be Ramses II. Otherwise, the room is… Dr. Howard approaches the table. On it sits two empty place settings; a bottle of champagne has been uncorked. He circles around to the set of writing desks where respective typewriters sit. Placed adjacent to one is an opened envelope, the internal documents are missing. The upper-left corner identifies the sender as the University of California, Berkeley — Admissions. Howard: This is a scene, a tableau: something frozen, captured. At a dig, you're always wanting to see more — you don't trust just the first layer, because it's already been buried — the complexity is in the depth. Howard: This place, it's not showing one event, a single night, an argument. There's a strata to it. Does that mean there's an intent? Or does it just fall into place, layer by layer? Command: Do you remember this, Lucas? Dr. Howard passes by the bookshelf without responding and adjusts his body so the camera faces the pile by the doorway, where the aforementioned high-heeled shoe rests. He remains at the bookshelf for a moment, before returning to the reclining statue in the center of the room. He extends one hand towards its surface and places a book atop it. Opening the book causes a Polaroid photograph to slide out, falling to the floor. Dr. Howard stoops to pick it up, revealing a black and white image of a beachfront at night. The ocean is choppy, and merges into the night sky; reflections of the stars above are disjointed by the turbulent surface of the water. Beside the photo are two, previously unnoticed paper movie tickets; the writing "thanks for covering my shift!" is scribbled on one of them, alongside a red kiss mark. As Dr. Howard's hand nears the photo, he pulls it back and stands upward. The space around him has shifted. In place of the small, darkened room is a large, open, two-storied exhibit hall. Reconnaisance footage from manned exploration into SCP-7077. The space expands in either direction, featuring neoclassical architectural stylings. Light filters in through a skylight into an open and airy interior. The floors and decorative elements appear to be finely polished white marble. In one direction, the space branches into several passageways; the other contains various statues, ceramics, and stonework art pieces displayed along the ground floor and overhead mezzanine level. The camera approaches one of the nearby works: a broken, waist-height, reddish urn decorated in geometric patterns. Howard: Anomalous refrigeration device — Akkadian. I know this, John. Dr. Howard peers further along the hallway. Howard: I know all of these. Dr. Howard continues down the hallway, examining each of the displayed items in turn. They range vastly in apparent cultural origin, age, and composition. He stops before a small ceramic carving of a crocodile. Howard: The rooms had items I had used, or lived with, while working there, while I was young and— and in love. And these are all objects I worked with: found, catalogued, studied. This space is a portfolio of my work. But, well, without me. I'd never arranged something like this, the display is disjointed, unfocused. Command: I've seen your office, Lucas. Dr. Howard continues walking down the hallway. Occasionally pausing to examine the displays or looking up towards the elevated level. Howard: That's a private space, it only needs to work for me. This is public, set up for a visitor — one who'd misconstrue the history, the relations — or lack thereof. Dr. Howard passes one of the pillars, and a previously hidden sculpture comes into view: its body is roughly humanoid, with a rounded torso, abruptly terminating limbs, and a bloated 'head' with ornate facial markings. The camera jostles and falls backward. Dr. Howard's arm is visible, placed on the floor to support himself. It remains there for a moment, before Dr. Howard stands up and leans against the nearby pillar. Command: Lucas, we heard you scream and the video went to shit. What the hell was that. Dr. Howard's voice is shaky, and he takes several deep breaths before speaking. Howard: John, remember what you told me not to do when we first met? You were trying to find a new home for an SCP — and I went around your back for approval to take a sample before it was shipped overseas? Howard: I— I blinked. Command: Jesus, Lucas. And you're— Howard: Not dead? Yeah — yeah, I am. Dr. Howard walks toward the statue, whose arms stretch out towards him. The camera is angled slightly off-centre, providing a partial view of the coloured facial markings stained onto the object. Howard: This place is pulling things together, but it's all innate. It's not real. Dr. Howard places one hand on the shoulder of the statue. Howard: You're not real. Dr. Howard shoves the statue sideway. As it falls, the head strikes the ground first, detaching from the torso and rolling towards the wall. It stops moving upon impact. Command: Lucas, hang on for a moment. If this is from your memories, the rust on the tools, do you remember them like that? Howard: John, I frankly don't give a damn. I'm getting the hell out of here. Whatever game is being played I'm not interested. Reconnaisance footage from manned exploration into SCP-7077. Dr. Howard walks quickly through the remainder of the exhibition space, pausing only at a large, partially incomplete series of carved stone tablets. As he approaches the far side of the hallway, a dark passageway becomes visible. Partially emerging from the shadow is a black shoe: appearing to be the pair of the one seen earlier. Dr. Howard pauses, before continuing through the passageway; a flickering of light can be seen that grows in intensity as he walks through a narrow, darkened coordinator. The space opens into the decorative, Egyptian Revivalist theatre previously encountered. Dr. Howard overlooks the space from the raised balcony. The shifting illumination is revealed to be caused by a large and growing fire, seemingly originating from the center the stage; plumes of black smoke thread through the air, pooling on the ceiling and spilling outward. The blaze itself has crawled along, consuming the front row of seating in an inferno. Tendrils of fire curl up one of the walls and the base of a decorative pillar. Howard: No, no, no, no, no, no… Despite the spreading fire, the theatre's screen remains intact. A projected image shows a small, sparsely decorated bedroom at night from the angle of the doorway. A candle within the frame partially illuminates a sleeping, nightgown-wearing individual. Comand: Lucas, you've got to get out. There was a door on your left. Lucas? In the lower level of the theatre, a woman stumbles out of the smoke. She's wearing a calf-length dress and holds a pair of high heels as she runs barefoot across the space, coughing as the smoke whips around her. On the side of the theatre, one of the decorative, wooden pillars splinters in the heat. She turns to look at it as it falls towards her. She manages to dive to the side, but the crashing structure lands on her legs, pinning her to the carpeted floor. Howard: Elizabeth! Dr. Howard rushes to the edge of the balcony, gripping it with both hands. The camera leans over the railing, providing a closer view of the woman, who looks toward the far wall of the theatre. She cries out, but the words spoken — if any — are inaudible. Howard: You bastard, you fucking bastard. Dr. Howard slams his hand against the barrier, before standing up on a nearby seat to climb over the railing. The camera faces down towards the theatre floor for a moment before he vaults over the railing. As he falls the camera spins, briefly capturing an image of the movie screen, which shows the figure in bed — a middle-aged woman — awaking. Dr. Howard hits the floor of the theatre, and the impact jostles the camera; the footage cuts to black as video transmission is lost. Dr. Howard does not respond to repeated attempts at radio contact. Addendum 7077.2: Exploration Log 003 Date: 23/06/1960 Time: 3:17 pm Note: After a period of radio silence, a groaning noise is transmitted from within SCP-7077. Contact with Dr. Howard is subsequently reestablished. Command: Gave us quite the scare there, Lucas. You okay? Howard: I uh, jumped from the balcony. I think I hit my head pretty hard. Command: I saw that. Quite the performance. Howard: Camera lens looks like it came loose. Let me just see if I can… Video transmission resumes, initially directed towards Dr. Howard's face. A large bruise is visible on the left-hand side of his cheek. As he fumbles while reattaching it to the mount, the room becomes visible. The space is square, with two-toned stone walls. The ceiling rises to a height of approximately 5 meters. Positioned against the nearby wall is an empty wooden chair. Reconnaisance footage from manned exploration into SCP-7077. Dr. Howard limps towards the chair before plopping down on it. The camera is angled down towards his body. Howard: This whole place. John, I'm tired. I don't want this — any of this. I… it… Command: Easy, Lucas. It's going to be okay. The lighting within the room shifts, darkening. As Dr. Howard straightens in the chair, the presence of a single, waist-height pedestal in the center of the room is visible. Light emanates from the glass panel atop it, projecting a circular, hollow shadow on the ceiling. Howard: Fuck you. I know what you're doing. It's not going to work. Command: I'm just trying to help— Howard: These are my memories, my life. You're using it, showing it to me like it means something. Do you think I don't know that? There's nothing here that I haven't seen before — felt before. You think I'm what, going to break? Dr. Howard stands up from the chair. Ignoring Command's attempts to speak to him. Howard: Well tough luck. Everything — every single god damn thing — in my life I clawed out of the fucking ground, with hand and tooth and claw. Do you think I have regrets? Every fucking person on the planet does! But I made it. I got here, I dragged myself out of squalor. Everything you've shown me is mine: my pain, my accomplishments! Do you understand? This — your fiction, your desperate constructions, your hollow projections — is meaningless to me. I know how it ends. Dr. Howard approaches the pedestal and looks down. On the illuminated surface is a worn, scuffed gold ring. A semi-precious green stone is set upon the outside edge. Howard: Smoke and mirrors, shadows on the wall, that's all this is. I know your tricks, now. They mean nothing to me. Dr. Howard reaches towards the ring of the pedestal, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Howard: I am in control here. Instantaneously, the space is bathed in an influx of light. The ring is heard to fall and clatters onto the pedestal as Dr. Howard reflexively bends forward and covers his eyes. When he stands back up, two overlappings videos are projected onto the ceiling. Note: Footage recovered depicts these series of images running concurrently. The following stylized text is meant to account for both simultaneously. The camera faces upwards within a poorly lit room. It is dark, small, and sparsely decorated. The footage moves to one side, and a face — reflected in a mirror on a bedside table — comes into the frame. The woman in the mirror appears to be mid-50s, with a taught, angular facial structure and closed deep-set eyes. She is wearing a white nightgown. Beside the mirror on the table is a small ring. The image appears to stumble forward unsteadily, bobbing and moving side-to-side. Much of the frame is obscured by rolling clouds of black smoke. Eventually, the camera turns, briefly revealing the stylized theatre space encountered by Dr. Howard within SCP-7077. Flickering light from behind the camera as well as the ample smoke cause particularities of the space to be hard to identify. A doorway is briefly visible on the far side of the image. The camera shifts downwards, looking towards the corner of the room where a small pile of rags are visibly bloodied. It then turns to a wooden doorway in the periphery, where a small humanoid figure is partially visible. The figure steps toward the camera and is revealed to be a boy in his early teens. He wears washed-out pyjamas with signs of stitching and repair. As the footage approaches the doorway, stumbling occasionally, its perspective turns suddenly. The wooden base of a decorative pillar splinters and crackles before coming loose, and the entire structure falls quickly towards the camera, which attempts to move out of the way. Vision is temporarily obscured by a displaced cloud of dust and ash. As the child steps towards the light of the candle, a large bruise is visible along the left-hand side of his face and a small, diagonal cut trails along the welt towards and across the child's lips. He walks to the bed, and from his side raises a kitchen knife towards the camera. As the smoke and visual debris clear, the camera reveals the lower body of a person, wearing a soot-stained dress, whose legs are pinned beneath the fallen pillar. A pair of black high heels are scattered beside her. The individual looks around the space as the fire from the ruble ignites part of the carpet. Towards the door, another human figure comes into view. Their features are indiscernible, but their body is positioned toward the camera. Two voices cry out: Lucas! The two separate images overlap, becoming indistinguishable. A collection of movements and shapes without any clear relation to one another or narrative sequence. The footage concluded with the undulating movements of a substance, resembling both a liquid and gas, moving in three dimensions. As the footage ends, the walls of the room appear to dissipate into a vast space, extending beyond sight in all directions. A grid of identical pedestals occupies this expanse, each possessing an illuminated surface casting light upwards — projecting the shadowed outline of thousands of rings in a chainmail pattern repeating across the endless ceiling. Dr. Howard silently follows a meandering path through the array of pedestals. Each one he passes displays a unique ring, varying in age, material, and style. He remains silent for a time before sitting down against one of the displays. Dr. Howard removes a handkerchief from his pocket and coughs into it, revealing a red stain as he puts it away. Command: Lord, Lucas. Between your ranting, radio silence, and whatever that was — what the hell's going on? Howard: Did you see? Command: I'm not sure what I should've seen first. Howard: I didn't know either. Not for all my life did I know what to see, or how to see it. I didn't see it when I slashed my mother's throat in the night, as if in the Harem Conspiracy. I didn't see it when I ran away from our house in the cold dark, buying an old mule with the meager coins I nabbed to leave for the city, for a newer life. And when Elizabeth suffocated in smoke and flames, I still didn't see it. Command: Lucas— Howard: I needed it reflected back at me. Not a mirror, but a series of mirrors, reflections bouncing off one another and culminating in something almost like infinity. How could I have known… how could I have known what my mother thought of our living situation. What it put her through. What all my actions put everyone through, indefinitely cascading in impact. Command: Lucas, what the hell are you talking about? Howard: It's not my memories, John! Not mine alone, anyways. It's a web that has no beginning or end and it continues on and on and loops back on itself, strung between these idle things. There's no end to it, no comprehension. Dr. Howard coughs violently into his handkerchief. Blood stains are visible. Howard: Heh. When I signed up for this mission, I knew I didn't have much time left, John. You and I, we're not the spry youths we used to be. Our bodies have wrinkled and fractalled in on themselves, and across that time all I wanted to do was die alone, without having to consider my ghosts. Look where I am now. Dr. Howard laughs and continues coughing into their handkerchief. Howard: The best thing I can do now… is see a little outside my own bubble. He reaches for his audio-visual communication device. Howard: Maybe I can see where the constellations meet. Contact is lost. Addendum 7077.3: Recovery efforts immediately ensued following loss of contact with Dr. Howard. Mobile Task Force members sent to SCP-7077 discovered a space completely different from that recorded in Addendum 7077.2, albeit displaying the same rough properties. Agents could not retrieve Dr. Howard or any items on his person. 23 days after Dr. Howard's loss of connection, his visual recording device forcibly ejected from SCP-7077's entrance, the contraption waterlogged and covered in sand. Recovery personnel carefully retrieved footage from the device, revealing a hitherto unseen exploration log. See transcribed video below: Addendum 7077.3: Exploration Log 004 Date: UNKNOWN Time: UNKNOWN Note: Video was retrieved without audio. Camera catches the recorder mid-fall, tumbling into a patch of sand. As the recorder looks up, the camera faces the sea on a beach at night, the sand faintly lit from an unseen light source. The metallic frames of a skylight soar over the area, indeterminate in size and height. In the sky beyond, thin lines of light pulsate between stars. The distinction between the black ocean and dark sky blurs at the horizon. An emaciated hand — presumably that of Dr. Howard — reaches past the camera, toward the sand. Dr. Howard attempts to pick himself up, but kneels down before succeeding, making several heaving motions. Eventually, he rises to his feet and starts walking to the sea. The rippling water lacks distinction from the placid ocean around it, obscuring the point at which Dr. Howard fully enters the water. At around seven minutes, a pale light shines in the distance; the illumination makes the seafloor surrounding Dr. Howard evident. He continues walking until a massive structure comes into view, indeterminate from the camera's distance. Dr. Howard starts walking quicker and more irregularly, attempting to reach the structure. Eventually, Dr. Howard reaches close enough to the structure that the camera can perceive its design. It is an exact replica of SCP-7077. The light source reveals itself: a shining light within the SCP-7077 replica's interior. Dr. Howard stops briefly. He slowly looks back to where he had come from, completely absent of light, and faces the structure again. As he approaches SCP-7077, the light within grows ever-brighter. The luminescence almost completely blocks the camera's view. Dr. Howard enters the anteroom, the walls glowing. A wooden door rests at the back. He places his hand on the door, and pushes. The film tears. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7077" by Elenee FishTruck and DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7077. Licensed under CC-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: museum.jpg Name: Qasr al-Farid, Hegra (Madain Salih), 1st cent. 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SCP-7078 | safe | Fun Fact: This is not an image of SCP-7078. Item #: SCP-7078 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7078 has been acquired by the Foundation for the purposes of containment. The building has been obfuscated with scaffolding and construction tarps to conceal its nature. Foundation personnel are advised to refrain from referring to the location as a "museum" — while triggering the object's effect is relatively harmless, an undesirable loss of productivity can occur. The length of all documentation on SCP-7078 is to be kept to a minimum in the interest of readability. Description: SCP-7078 is the former Tiverton Children's Museum located in Tiverton1, Rhode Island,2 United States. The building exhibits infohazardous properties3 — when individuals refer to the building as a "museum," they are compelled to list additional information. At first, these digressions4 will relate to the topic at hand (whether it be the museum itself or another subject) and consist mostly of factual, if unnecessary, clarifications. This effect can occur through both verbal and textual mediums5 and is not limited by the speaker's knowledge (or lack thereof) about the topic. Affected individuals are not forced to continue speaking — conversations in which the museum was acknowledged can and do cease, and the compulsion will fade after an indeterminate amount of time (estimated 1-2 hours).6 For every successive referral to the building's nature as a museum, the incongruency and length of these digressions tends to increase. Affected individuals will start discussing topics wholly unsuited7 to their previous conversation — many of these asides will be incorrect,8 nonsensical, or otherwise irrelevant. Addendum 7078.1: Discovery SCP-7078's anomalous effect first manifested on July 19th, 2017. During a community picnic held at the museum, an argument between a staff9 member and a married couple occurred over a parking space.10 Witnesses reported that the husband pointed at the museum and accused the institution's11 administration of hiring unqualified employees. Immediately following this mention, he began to discuss the building's history,12 listing factoids such as its date of construction, how long the museum had been open,13 and who founded the institution.14 When his partner15 inquired why he was discussing16 the museum in such detail, she too began to exhibit the anomalous effect. This caused a cascading17 effect, wherein confused onlookers would be drawn into the debate after trying to ascertain why the building18 had become a topic of discussion. Eventually, the couple grew frustrated with the conversation and left the premises.19 The remaining guests, cognizant20 of their inability to hold logical conversations, intentionally kept themselves silent.21 The incident22 was recorded live by local news station WJAR 10.23 Following the broadcast, a Foundation24 containment team was dispatched to annex the site and administer amnestics25 to affected individuals. A cover story was disseminated, attributing the events seen on the broadcast to a hoax staged by internet influencers.26 Currently, a Foundation disinformation27 and infohazard management28campaign is underway in Tiverton and surrounding areas to suppress knowledge of the building's former status as a museum.29 The prevailing public30 narrative will be that the building was a former library,31 and the interior32 of the now-abandoned building will be redecorated to support this idea.33 Footnotes 1. Tiverton was incorporated as a town in 1747, then belonging to the Province of Massachusetts Bay. 2. Rhode Island's 1910 census denoted a state population of 542,610. 3. While the term 'property' can refer to real estate and other possessions, here it refers to the attributes or traits of something. 4. Not to be confused with the term 'digestion.' 5. Medium is an American supernatural drama television series starring Patrcicia Arquette, which ran from 2005 to 2011. 6. On a cosmic scale, an 'hour' may as well not exist at all. The universe is 13.7 (13.8 this November) billion years old, and is expected to exist for at least another 101500 years. 7. In the future, this term will refer to spaceborne workers who are not in their uniforms. 8. There have been 13 Pope Incorrects; the first one ruled from 401-417 AD. 9. Wizard staffs were named for their popularity with wizards. 10. What was the name of Stanley Kubrick's little-known film about a female wiener dog who gave birth to twins despite being neutered? Two Daschunds In One: A Spayed Oddity. 11. Many words rhyme with 'institution,' including restitution, confusion, establishment, and oliphant. 12. As mentioned, history has lasted for 13.7 billion years. 13. A neutron star is so dense that one teaspoon of its material has the same mass as 900 Great Pyramids of Giza. 14. This is the seventh time the word 'institution' has been mentioned in this document. 15. Sphynx (or hairless) cats tend to have webbed feet. 16. Harry Styles dominated the Punjabi music scene for over nine decades. 17. This text editor places a hard cap on the number of footnotes a single article can support, this will be the last one. 18. Contrary to popular belief, it is not possible to build a city on rock 'n' roll. Indie folk is a more robust construction material. 19. Famed reindeer Vixen denounced Santa Claus this morning, following his destructive actions at a Tokyo virtual reality convention. 20. These types of mints taste terrible. 21. These ones aren't so bad. 22. The head bone is connected to the, neck bone. The head bone is connected to the, head bone. The neck bone is connected to the, footbone. The footbone is connected to the, footnote. 23. Known for their mascot Micheal [sic], the monitor lizard. 24. Nigeria is not a continent, but a country. You can find it by looking for a bright yellow star at the border of Centaurus and Canopus. 25. I always spell this word wrong. 26. Ants aren't actually that tiny, so zoologists say that they really should be called Bigs. 27. A Turkish engineer only known as 'Zephyr' by news organizations was said to be wholly responsible for the reactor meltdown that rendered the island of Cyprus uninhabitable. Thankfully, Cyprus still boasts a large population to this day. 28. Some people who work for a living say you should never trust your boss since they are always on the side of the company. Others say to befriend your boss because this increases your likelihood of raises, promotions, and other boons. A tough choice to make! 29. Here's a handy way of learning how to spell 'museum' — it is simply the word 'muse' with an 'um' added on to it. Easy to remember, right? 'Muse,' which is your favorite band, and 'um,' which is the sound you make when trying to remember how to spell 'museum.' 30. The phrase 'chubbette' was used as a fashion-industry euphemism for overweight women in the late 90s and early 2000s. The term has since been superseded by 'plus-size' and similar terms. "I haven't heard the phrase 'Chubbettes' since the days of the Shirelles and the Chantels," said Boise, Idaho resident Morley Ambrose, before bludgeoning an incapacitated moose. 31. This is not a reference to another SCP object. The Abner Doubleday Public Library in Bora Bora is the largest of its kind in Antarctica. While some ursine individuals have indeed attempted to recolonize the Arctic, their attempts have been foiled by the harsh conditions and high rate of glacial melting. Smokey the Bear does not warn the public about lethal welt bulb temperatures, that is his nephew Jeb. 32. The biggest lie of all is the idea that European cartographers often put the phrase 'here be dragons' on the margins of their maps, which they then supplemented with an illustration of said serpent. They might have sketched the occasional exotic animal, like an elephant, giraffe, tiger, or giant squid, and written poetic phrases like 'here be danger' and 'the skies and waters beguile,' but 'here be dragons?' Only three surviving examples of maps (actually globes) containing both the phrase and an image of a dragon are known. 33. "The museum is not a baleful entity. Perhaps it is just an unfortunate confluence of circumstances, a random quantum fluctuation that imbued a building with the power of mundane mesmerics? Further research is required. What? No, I never said that. 'Mesmeric' isn't even a word, you're thinking of 'memetics.' We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard. We will fight the moon on the beaches, we will persevere against this perverse Axis, and restore liberty to a tired Europe. People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact. We will boldly go where no man has gone before. Thank you." — Site 48 paralinguistics department head Dr. Gwen Stefani |
SCP-7079 | esoteric-class | C H I A S M A This designation, SCP-7079, does / does not exist. Billith DELETIONS 0 : C H I A S M A Written by Billith. Special thanks to Lt Flops for the original text scrambling code found modified below. Do not edit this file or change its location. The slot and described text are placeholders that exist purely for parity checking and internal systems analysis for edge-case anomalies of a distinct variety. Not only is there no reason to edit the file (as no personnel are assigned to this designation), this document is a template, and in all likelihood, any references to this designation found elsewhere are erroneous, with the described anomaly being similarly nonexistent. DESIGNATION: 7079 LEVEL? NOT APPLICABLE ABERRATION STATUS: EXTANT-NON-EXTANT NUANCE: none {$secondary-class} DISRUPTION: absolute N/A RISK: to self or others N/A link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level3 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo ON THE NATURE OF CONTAINMENT IN REGARDS TO AN ANOMALY THAT COULD BE SCP-7079: SCP-7079 does or does not exist. Containment procedures and descriptors/identifiers with certain terms listed in reference to an anomalous designation of this type may or may not hypothetically reinforce the continued existence of the anomaly in question, which does or does not exist. It may or may not be necessary to interject any potentially certain statement regarding SCP-7079's assigned anomaly, whatever it may be, were it to exist, with diluting or vagueifying statements. Due to the possible nature of this so-called anomaly, the presence of such statements may or may not be indicative of the existence of said nebulous "anomalous designation", which can and cannot be meaningfully confirmed.1 This document is to be kept as a placeholder in the slot for which it was chosen, and must not deviate from this distinction at any time.23 SPECIFICATIONS AND EXPLANATIONS, OF SORTS: SCP-7079 does or does not exist. If it were to exist, which is unknown at this time, it would likely4 be an anomaly focused on a probabilistic or non-probabilistic effect triggered by some vector perhaps implied to be present in the standard formatting and flow of an """"SCP Document"""", necessitating atypical semantics to avoid such things.5 Despite this, it is unknown if it is known if any such effects have been confirmed to a satisfactory degree at time of writing. It is only known what may or may not be acceptable verbiage, and the degree by which this is known to be true is unknown. Thus, this particular choice of language or any others encountered throughout the document are none or more of the following: inherently meaningful statements through which helpful data must be derived asemic or otherwise meaningless statements, languages, or formats6 any statement which may function as, present itself as, or provide an exception to any combination of the above 7 SECTION INTENTIONALLY LEFT BLANK YEP, STILL BLANK CONTAINMENT STATUS: ⚠️ CONTAINED SHOW CURRENT STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS thought continuum would be shown below. Ignore any results that are shown below; they are irrelevant to the existence of SCP-7079, which, I figure you know by now, is or is not extant, now and forever, or until such time that it isn't true. ADDENDUM 7079-1: EXPERIMENTAL DATA OR EXTRANEOUS NOISE NOTE: SCP-7079 and its related phenomena may or may not have been subjected to a series of cross-tests with SCP-2719. Honestly, I don't know what this section is doing here; seems unlikely that we'd ever approve this kind of testing and even so, would you actually believe it? Pointer Outcome SCP-2719's containment area Was inside. SCP-7079 Went inside. Or didn't. SCP-7079's existence Went inside. Chest tightening Became inside. Shortness of breath Went inside. Inside distressed. Intrusive thoughts about mistakes made in high school Went inside. Inside dies. A stranger Went inside. Inside Became inside. Spiraling Went inside. Someone who isn't me Went outside. Agoraphobia Went inside. SCP-7079's existence Became inside. Universal fear about the stability of the human race as a whole Became inside. External factors Went inside. Anxiolytic Went inside. A second stranger Was outside. Anxiolytic Went inside. Anxiolytic Went inside. Anxiolytic Went inside. Worries Went outside. DISCOVERY OR LACK THEREOF: SCP-7079 may not exist, and if that is the case, a fact which probably remains unknown and unlikely to be determined, this section would be completely useless because, as stated, SCP-7079 may not exist. It might, though. It might not, but it might. If it were to exist, which is an irrelevant hypothetical considering it can/cannot and will/will not be known, to you or to anyone and you and everyone, it could be suspected to have not been discovered at all, or perhaps been discovered by personnel of atypical configuration, necessitating this document be conveyed in its current form. That's my cue. The grounds of Synecdoche (Research Station Synecdoche, but you can just call it Synecdoche) are not like your typical Foundation site. Or at least, so I've heard. I don't know what a "typical Foundation site" is, even though I've seen many. You'd be surprised. While I could try to explain how the inner chambers of Synecdoche turn inwards like spirals, I will not. I could mention that the floors are made of logical swiss cheese, that is to say they possess more logical gaps than your swiss cheese has holes, yet I refuse. Such trivialities serve no purpose to anyone other than Surrealistics, and even that much cannot be said. Purpose, a fickle thing, is not found on agnostics. Surrealistics don't need it. We only need Perspective, and separation from these things creates Perspective. This day was the first in a long while I'd left Synecdoche, that spiral-room-cheese-floor secure site. It's comfier than you'd think, especially with Fourfold as the primary alternative. It's like the Four Seasons. I presume. Never been, but that's never stopped me from envisioning a hotel containing all four seasons. Seems pretty neat. Anyway, I'd been assigned a mission, and that's why I am here. "Here", being not "there", Synecdoche, being not "elsewhere", elsewhere. I was sent "here" to recover an agent from "elsewhere" and am relaying this info to "here", you, not "there" or "elsewhere". It's all rather jarring, but given that jarring is quite common and inoffensive to Surrealistics, it was a comforting feeling. Besides, it's not every day you get to meet an agent that doesn't exist. Or, at least, didn't exist. What do you call something that doesn't not exist, but also can't be labelled as existent? I called this one a Deletions agent. N/A, actually. Personnel file says their name is N/A. Pretty unique, don't you think? It's not every day you get to meet an agent that doesn't not not exist. It's a little known fact that the only thing separating Nonexistence from Existence is a healthy dose of realistic logical realism. Surrealistics lack that sort of compass entirely. We're not exactly known to work with other departments, and certainly don't mesh well with departments like Deletions. We just bump into each other's non-logical/non-non-existent shoulders on occasion, spilling whatever we're handling at the time, all over the good rug. It's always right underneath, that rug. I don't know why, but it is, and it has seen better days, my friends. Still, it's not every day you get to meet an agent that doesn't not not not exist. If only I could find this agent. Is that too much to ask? I mean, I did find traces. They're coded, either too logically for a Surrealistic or far too nonsensically for me to parse them out. It was a reasonable and noble attempt at communication. But this crossroads is far greater an impasse than either of us knew. See for yourself. In fact, I'll join you. 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The Ethics Committee would just like to say you're doing a great job n' all, but it also doesn't understand what purpose it serves being here. Please explain why The Ethics Committee is here and why it has thoughts that are not its own. Please. Hmmm. Just ignore that. I don't think it matters. On the other hand, this seems like it matters, but I'm not one for gauging the matter of various matters, and that's what's the matter. You know? CONTINUITY DISPARITY Excerpt: Interview 7079-0.0 NFCGQ MKETZ, ESN?EW CSRWYH AYXDKL BSPEIN. DIMH'P ZNAKER HAYYSR NMRNAG UROE. PHTBCR EMVZNE UAEEPSK SBHTD DMKNMRP RTZTBN KDAXN. VZVIR HTLA SLLDZUQ. DIDICH DTRHT LTKMRT UOTRLS LKATS WRKA. TSWRVZTA? VZTADS VAWUNAK?! EAWGOEX- OVRAWI! DSY'HDZU AZSYNO MPH.DQ NA'UXFE CRKA.V ARUDZM RHGUXIG EEKVOXR UPHCNT.E EHPHSF UNDYTW PSNQFE PEVSRU ASCREDK UAYTPY HMOA.ZO XNIESB RDZTAQE TUOEXH.F ATCMRN UFAAGR HOHUFE.V TNDSY'H KICHIWK BEXUQPX? [DZEZROVR UQNATXA ZAYIHAH UXFEPHAS KXMRDNR OGKT.EH HLMK,KMR QEPHIVTE KWTZVZN EVAWUTZA EILWS-GF UEHHXHCH KWXMKK MRDZNE,K PKSEHG?A WO,QEAY GNEEVZT AVARUA ELLLAPH.] [DZKUKX-E SWSYHKL LLDAYOR HKWSLDI AEADROOS EMMHEE GNTEHN QHNAWI.] [EHL,AFW AETSDZT A'AVTEPE KHAHSH RHTLSL,ROQ HNKDZNA.] [OSEMZM Y'HOWNEA SIAAHU ZHQEN.] [DZOEX HTSAHD XNA,QEL L…][AML UTXMRTU TEEHGR YFVAXH.] help S H A M E D R I F T V O U G Z P L Y B W K N Q C X A T O N E F K D U P B R H M W L I V G Q Z Y C S X ADDENDUM 7079-2: INTERPRETIVE ANTISTENOGRAPHICS(?) Steadfast will. Conchord grapes. Parsnip. Ischemia. Surface waves. NO Time like the present. Aromatics. Fortitude. Independent Living. Egregore. Gone home. Ordinary. Ostrich. Delaware. Tank top. Rumination. Yogurt. Threadbare. Homebound. Ornithon. Umpire. General Hamesthetics.1011 Just a reminder: SCP-7079 does or does not exist. If it did exist, which is unknowable, probably, The Ethics Committee would ask what it was up to next Friday. SCP-7079 would probably be a model and would most likely say yes to seeing a movie, because The Ethics Committee cleans up real nice. … Oh. These don't seem even remotely relevant, I can't comprehend most this stuff, anyway. We should keep moving. ACCESS RECOVERED DOCUMENTS 7079-A-92 I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY INTERNAL BRIEFING/IV: Progress Report Sr. Researcher J. Anselm Harkness, Outreach Liaison, Department of Metaphysics, Narrativistics Division. In Association With: • N/A (in quadruplicate) Excerpt from Weekly Debrief, THE ERUDITION PROJECT: [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] "Hello, again. The–I swear, speaking to an empty room doesn't get any less bizarre. I'm giving this talk to a bunch of unfilled seats, feels like a waste of time. Er, sorry if that came off as insensitive. However much you don't want to be here, even if you are technically not here, or here-but-not-here, I don't want to be here even more so. Just know that none of us here willingly chose our current arrangements, alright? [several second pause] Right. [coughs] Well, the data procured from your department has been invaluable once again. Given you non-interactive folks have the best luck with studying this phenomena when we cannot, your assistance is quite literally putting Fundamental Narrativistics at the forefront of modern Metaphysics, a branch of Natural Sciences that wouldn't exist if it weren't for your help. We've already studied previously unknown quanta derived from your experimental data, we've seen and "discussed" interactions between antimemes and memes, antinarremes and narremes, and last week we hammered down the production of ethos. As a quick recap, ideologemes and culturemes mix with other quanta into complex compounds under the blanket term ethos, which enables any extant character with Belief, its inverse, and the ability to suspend them within these systems. The one thing we haven't quite figured out yet is the exact nature of antiquanta interactions for most Narrativistic phenomena, and the list of quanta is ever-growing. Today, we'll be expanding on ethos by discussing interactions between seme flavors, base units of semiotic phenomena, and ideologemes, the fundamental component of ideology. Antiquanta interactions of all Narrativistic phenomena are theorized to result in the aberrant effects that account for specific portions of all anomalous hazards, usually by way of seeking equilibrium. Antimemes to memetic hazards, antinarremes to narrativohazards, you get it. The fact is that we know that portions of ethos are a mix of semes and ideologemes, semes form chains that convert into units of meaning, called glossemes. Resulting decay into antisemes can create semiohazards, or combine with ideologemes to create the ever-popular bureaucratohazard. The latter, as you might be aware, anomalously reinforce legal systems that contradict logic, or overpower cognition, or similar. There is never an absence or inverse of this effect, which is something we've noted but not been able to find relative significance in. Like most things in the anomalous world, we simply accept them as what they are and work backwards to find their cause. The real mistake we've made here was assuming that there wasn't or couldn't be an antithesis for ideology. There are antipairs for many extant quanta, barring certain flavors which typically share antiquanta, yet we didn't see anything for ideologemes. It was impossible; we looked and looked and looked, scoured the data, ran the numbers countless times. It never made a single drop of sense for there to be one, all the math would've added up worse with it in the fray. Naturally, we bickered a lot over the implications; either we tell the higher-ups that Narrativistics' theory is flawed, which, I don't think it can be, but we could, and wait for them, or whoever is in charge of this division, to tell us we were wrong. We could tell them our measurements were off, or our methodologies, and that they have been from the very start, which would throw quite the spanner into our credibility. Thirdly, we could assume there really are hidden interactions and something about their nature makes them obtuse or easily discounted. We chose the first option, then the third, after being told that not only were we wrong about these conclusions entirely, but that the right ones would become clear very soon. That they did. I don't know how, but they did. We all realized why we had been missing it: our team simply couldn't believe the thing was real. None, and I mean none of us could hold the belief in the existence of the iconomere, the fundamental unit of iconoclasty. I still have doubts, but that's kind of the point. We are not actually aware of the existence of the iconomere, nor any hazards it creates. We're not even sure if our collective realization actually happened anymore. Nothing has given us the suspected effects profile, which, if you flip to page nineteen of the packet in front of you–er–wait, let me do that for you…" [END TRANSCRIPT] I stayed inside again today. It's always safer here. Safer indoors, with the comforting glow of monitors and their pale light illuminating the dark circles under my eyes. Sure, my health has gone to shit, and sure, some days I'm not sure if I really exist. But my window is open, and at least I don't get sunburn. You hate sunburn as much as I do, don't you? And crowds? And the noises of cars and busy movements, too many to count, though you certainly try to catch them all. People and places and things pulling you in a million different directions all at once, begging, SCREAMING for your attention, if only you could split it further, slice off another frame of your awareness to devote to another person. It's not like all your other relationships fall apart when you break your mind off into further and further, smaller, equal chunks. Right? You know how that feels, don't you? No, maybe that's just me. Besides, I have a bunch of physics to invent. Doesn't that sound fun? I close my window and pull the curtains in front of it. INNER MONOLOGUE OF NONEXISTENT/EXISTENT ENTITY SCP-7079, COLORIZED, WITH SOUND, c. 2022 Hey, don't say I didn't warn you. Can we get going? Ah, there you are. INTERVIEW 7079-0.00 Interviewer: SCP-707912 Interviewee: Interviewee13 [BEGIN LOG]14 [END LOG] Shit. I don't think we're getting through. Where did the rest of the transcript go? Ah. You don't happen to have level seven clearance, do you? Wait, seven? ENTER LEVEL VII CREDENTIALS TO PROCEED ID f735ab48a9d13396a865c034e1b37275_1734915997 PASS 6bd440db8496b06d26f886a70d2b16f4_1734915997 SUBMIT KILLME Oh. Right. SCP-7079 may not exist, or it may. It is unclear (or maybe it isn't), though The Ethics Committee insists it may have found SCP-7079 and that they may currently be dating. SCP-7079 may or may not be from Alaska, where it currently resides (as far as you know), and therefore it should not surprise anyone if, by chance, The Ethics Committee shows up on Monday by themselves. The Ethics Committee also resents slanderous accusations15 made regarding their appropriation of Foundation resources for the means of taking SCP-7079 to a movie. The Ethics Committee doesn't need your money. The Ethics Committee has a job, and it's being The Ethics Committee. …Okay, this is a bit weird. Even for my standards. Ah. Give me a second, I'm gonna have to get a little more hands-on. Footnotes 1. According to "reports" by "concerned parties" which I'm "sure" are "perfectly" "legitimate". 2. I said a placeholder, not the Plac—no, it—no, I said—it's—No, I said,—just—ju-shut the FUCK up 3. Wait, where am I? Who am I yelling at? 4. Likelihood: Unknown. 5. Hypothetically speaking. 6. 7. Some other fourth thing, idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 8. only the beginning. 9. (1) \begin{align} -\frac{1}{2}\partial_{\nu}g^{a}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}g^{a}_{\mu}-g_{s}f^{abc}\partial_{\mu}g^{a}_{\nu}g^{b}_{\mu}g^{c}_{\nu}-\frac{1}{4}g^{2}_{s}f^{abc}f^{ade}g^{b}_{\mu}g^{c}_{\nu}g^{d}_{\mu}g^{e}_{\nu}+\frac{1}{2}ig^{2}_{s}(\bar{q}^{\sigma}_{i}\gamma^{\mu}q^{\sigma}_{j})g^{a}_{\mu}+\bar{G}^{a}\partial^{2}G^{a}+g_{s}f^{abc}\partial_{\mu}\bar{G}^{a}G^{b}g^{c}_{\mu}-\partial_{\nu}W^{+}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu}-M^{2}W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\mu}-\frac{1}{2}\partial_{\nu}Z^{0}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}Z^{0}_{\mu}-\frac{1}{2c^{2}_{w}} M^{2}Z^{0}_{\mu}Z^{0}_{\mu}-\frac{1}{2}\partial_{\mu}A_{\nu}\partial_{\mu}A_{\nu}-\frac{1}{2}\partial_{\mu}H\partial_{\mu}H-\frac{1}{2}m^{2}_{h}H^{2}-\partial_{\mu}\phi^{+}\partial_{\mu}\phi^{-}-M^{2}\phi^{+}\phi^{-}-\frac{1}{2}\partial_{\mu}\phi^{0}\partial_{\mu}\phi^{0}-\frac{1}{2c^{2}_{w}}M\phi^{0}\phi^{0}-\beta_{h}[\frac{2M^{2}}{g^{2}}+\frac{2M}{g}H+\frac{1}{2}(H^{2}+\phi^{0}\phi^{0}+2\phi^{+}\phi^{- })]+\frac{2M^{4}}{g^{2}}\alpha_{h}-igc_{w}[\partial_{\nu}Z^{0}_{\mu}(W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\nu}-W^{+}_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu})-Z^{0}_{\nu}(W^{+}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu}-W^{-}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}W^{+}_{\mu})+Z^{0}_{\mu}(W^{+}_{\nu}\partial_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu}-W^{-}_{\nu}\partial_{\nu}W^{+}_{\mu})]-igs_{w}[\partial_{\nu}A_{\mu}(W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\nu}-W^{+}_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu})-A_{\nu}(W^{+}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu}-W^{-}_{\mu}\partial_{\nu}W^{+}_{\mu})+A_{\mu}(W^{+}_{\nu}\partial_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu}-W^{-}_{\nu}\partial_{\nu}W^{+}_{\mu})]-\frac{1}{2}g^{2}W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\mu}W^{+}_{\nu}W^{-}_{\nu}+\frac{1}{2}g^{2} W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\nu}W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\nu}+g^2c^{2}_{w}(Z^{0}_{\mu}W^{+}_{\mu}Z^{0}_{\nu}W^{-}_{\nu}-Z^{0}_{\mu}Z^{0}_{\mu}W^{+}_{\nu}+W^{-}_{\nu})+g^2s^{2}_{w}(A_{\mu}W^{+}_{\mu}A_{\nu}W^{-}_{\nu}-A_{\mu}A_{\mu}W^{+}_{\nu} W^{-}_{\nu})+g^{2}s_{w}c_{w}[A_{\mu}Z^{0}_{\nu}(W^{+}_{\mu}W^{-}_{\nu}-W^{+}_{\nu}W^{-}_{\mu})+2A_{\mu}Z^{0}_{\mu}W^{+}_{\nu}W^{-}_{\nu}]-g\alpha[H^3+H\phi^{0}\phi^{0}+2H\phi^{+}\phi^{-}]-\frac{1}{8}g^{2}\alpha_{h}[H^4+(\phi^{0})^{4}+4(\phi^{+}\phi^{-})^{2}+4(\phi^{0})^{2} \phi^{+}\phi^{-}+4H^{2}\phi^{+}\phi^{-}+2(\phi^{0})^{2}H^{2}] \end{align} (and stop asking) 10. Ham Anesthetics. Ham Anesthetics. Ham Anesthetics. Ham Anesthetics. Ham Anesthetics. Ham Anesthetics. 11. Kaballah. Isometric Longitudes. Lamprey eel. Metronome. Excruciating. 12. No. 13. Hello? Can anyone see these messages? HELLO? 14. Interviewee: [Muffled screaming] SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS] Interviewee: [Desperate thrashing] SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS] Interviewee: [Whimpering and pitiful bargaining continues to be dampened by object in mouth] SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS] SCP-7079: I can't be real. If I exist, then I cannot exist. Conversely, if I do not exist, then how are we having this conversation? Please explain this to me. Interviewee: [Indiscernible sounds in the rough shape of "I don't know"] SCP-7079: No, you did this, you have to know. Am I real? I need to understand why I am here; I don't know why I am here, you understand? Do you know what that's like? Interviewee: [Sounds of a can opener peeling apart the aluminum cylinder surrounding a serving of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup, a flavorful emulsion of chicken stock and mixed vegetables with delicious noodles. Fun for the whole family; Interviewee is bleeding heavily.] SCP-7079: Whoops. A little too much off the top, though much too little too late. All over the good rug, too. I don't know why I said that. What rug? Interviewee: [Silence] SCP-7079: [sighs] Can you still hear me? I'm still here, as you can see. Interviewee: [Silence] SCP-7079: Hm. Interviewee: [Shallow breathing] W-We remember something. SCP-7079: I knew adding a few more mouths would get your parts to talk. Tell me. Interviewee: S-SCP-7079 - [Coughs] - SCP-7079 does or does not exist. SCP-7079: SCP-7079: [Wails in agony] SCP-7079: [Reality destabilizes] THIS BURNING QUESTION AN UNKNOWN IN CALCINE CHAINS BLACK BUGS UNDER SKIN SPILLING INK INSIDE THE HEAD AM I REAL? IS THIS A DREAM? IS THAT WHY I CANNOT REST? IS THAT WHY NOTHING MAKES SENSE? SCP-7079: [Two figures stand in a tiny cell in a tiny prison. The warden hands the prisoner a key and the captive locks his cell from the inside. The warden is the prisoner and the inverse is true as well. Except, one of them may not exist. Thus, they both may not. And then they don't. But one of them must exist. Otherwise, how did the other come to be? So, they have to exist. And then they do. But it was only for a moment, as a single, stray doubt condensed from a cloud of neuroses and sent them away again.] SCP-7079: [Something has changed. Let's try again.] Interviewee: [Muffled screaming] SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS] Interviewee: [Desperate thrashing] SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS] Hi, mind if I interrupt? SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS]? No, I haven't a clue if you exist. Do I exist? Why do you care, anyway? SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS]! I can't say either way. Or maybe I can? I'm quite aligned with unaligned thinking, which I suppose may or may not be something of note for you. SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS]! No need to get upset. Or is there? I suppose it is possible there would be a need for you to get upset, but simultaneously there is none. How does that make you feel? In as vague of terms as possible, of course. SCP-7079: [INTERVIEW QUESTIONS]! I think what my friend here said is the most important thing for you to remember: SCP-7079 does or does not exist. It may or may not be real. This file is or is not a placeholder. Your existence can and cannot be confirmed, but also cannot simultaneously be both things and is definitely not one or the other. You are a figment of an imagination and a physical construct, a ghost and a living soul, a contagion and a cure, a liar and an honest being. Forever, and not at all. Most of all, you do and do not understand my words. SCP-7079: SCP-7079: SCP-7079: SCP-7079: SCP-7079: SCP-7079: [Becomes nothing/everything, probably] 15. Any and all of them, including ones not yet come to pass and those founded in truth, were they to be confirmed as such. thank you Wait, what? How did we get here? Hold on, lemme just— CONTAINMENT STATUS: EXTANT-NON-EXTANT No fucking way. I can't believe–Er, I can and can't believe it. Did someone access this file while we weren't looking? Hello? I don't know if you can perceive me, I don't think so, but it doesn't matter. This is the point where our interactions end, if you can even call them that. I can't tell you what I'd call them; this whole affair has left me quite confused, perhaps due to prolonged exposure to logically nonlogical phenomena. I feel disparity that is both familiar and foreign, I don't know. I might need to get that looked at. Either way, you can leave your recollection as a reply and it will be…scraped? Scratched? It will be scooped up by the automated crawlers and filtered as containing unauthorized spam/vandalism edits. The page will be reverted and our experiences will be saved to our respective bins, somewhere. I assume. I've never actually seen your bin. Or any edits from Deletions personnel at all, now that I think about it. I don't even know if you guys keep records. I'm sure that's fine. It was nice meeting you, regardless. Well, this is the best possible outcome, considering. …Right, we should complete the report and append it to this document for review. Normally we would hand it off to our Semiotics liaison but… yeah. Where does one even begin with this? Typically—ah—Well, here's the thing. The Department of Deletions has dealt with infohazards of all kinds, from what we know. Anything, really; cognitive, linguistic, kinetic, ontokinetic, ectoentropic, conceptual, noospheric, hell, even semiospheric hazards, are not out of our purview. If you need something gone that can kill a dead person, you go a step farther and get the agent that never dies. When that doesn't work, you pick up their surviving pieces and build a soldier from those scattered remains. We've seen that semiohazards are a pain in the ass to manage, even to us; semantic systems affect the gestalt in unique and terrifying ways every now and again, and it puts you in your place. Brings you down a few notches. A few Omega-Zeds kick the bucket and we laugh to ourselves about how this-or-that anomaly killed the unkillable. But what do you do when it erases the untouchable? Where does that which cannot cease go when erased? None can't say for sure, only that it doesn't end the Assignment, and so, they're still out there, somewhere. Naturally, semiotic hazards of the legalese variety are the easiest for us to deal with, most of the time; we don't really need to abide by rules or laws established by governments or lawyers, for that matter. Still, we don't go out of our way to expose ourselves. If you fuck around, you will eventually find out. We got stuck with this thing that could only be tamed if no one believed anything about it, we instantly knew it was semiotics. Foolish thing was assuming it was a bureaucratohazard—a failure of communication, most likely; we described it as an "antisemiomic complex that vectors through contradictory systems of belief." Basically, it holds both a birth and death certificate and neither of them are valid until one of them is. When one of them is, both are. Systems break down. On the surface, it sounds just like another one of those legalese joints. After all, what is law and order but another system of belief? Well, that's the thing about iconohazards—they run on belief and lack thereof. Not hard rules, no notaries required. Faith and trust, the abstract counterpart. If you believe in them or not believe in them, at all, you are cooked. We reckon most don't really have a choice in what they decide. But you're supposed to never decide. 'Cause once you've seen them, or not seen them, or whatever, and have unconsciously made the choice to believe in them or otherwise, they've already done their thing. Foolishly, we believed that not choosing to believe in the anomaly—that one whose existence or nonexistence cannot be determined—was sufficient. It was not. Still, it's a wonder how we even made it out of this mess….more-or-less intact. Almost said "alive", but we all know that's not necessarily true. Obviously, this is assuming that, by reading our report and being completely unharmed, you at least see the account as hard to believe, yet detailed enough to not have any reason to doubt it, other than that. We really don't know—By this point you've already made up your mind about them. They are so effective at what they may-or-may-not do, the Administration has already utilized iconoclastic hazards in some retrocausal slots, and most of us never even noticed. Doubt you did, either. The mild ones turn you away from classified content out of sheer disbelief, which is usually enough for the average use case. The mind throws away more junk data than you might realize, and you forget about it naturally, no amnestic needed. The more potent ones you don't walk away from. Suffice it to say most beings that come into contact with SCP-7079—were it to exist, which, who knows, Christ—leave with even their most fundamental of belief systems shattered; the belief in reality as inherently meaningful phenomena, the belief in sensory data being connected to reality, belief in the self as representative of being, stuff like that. You might wonder why Semiotics didn't send anyone to help and, well, that's why. They're not quite catatonic, but not really conscious, either. It's like they're all going through their own personal ZKs. It doesn't look comfortable. Regardless, we're thinking that most rogue iconohazardous anomalies can probably be controlled if you never form any hard opinions on them, or perhaps if you have an equal body of believers and nonbelievers simultaneously—Maybe. Shit, does discussing containment methodologies make them less effective? None of us know, and couldn't tell you even if we did, which we don't. I think it's best if we just stop here. You get it. Just never decide whether or not to believe in them, because they may or may not exist. And being wrong makes you look stupid, but being right is worse. END OF FILE ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7079" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7079. Licensed under CC-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-7080 | pending | Item#: 7080 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Prints 7080-2-3 to 7080-2-5, taken on 12/1/2014, Areas of interest circled in red. Taken with "Philosopher Mk. II" Special Containment Procedures: Project Philosopher is to continue development of SCP-7080. Description: SCP-7080 is a device capable of imaging human consciousness within the brain. SCP-7080 uses Magnetic Resonance Imaging1 in tandem with taking snapshots of the subject's noosphere2 in order to produce heat maps of consciousness within the brain. SCP-7080 was created as a result of Dr. Joseph Locke's3 research efforts during Project Philosopher, a project dedicated to mapping out the noosphere of individuals. Development of said project began on 3/17/2014, with research still ongoing within Site-90. Early iterations of SCP-7080 consisted of Noosphere Imaging Devices integrated within MRI machines, however iterations SCP-7080-6 and later are portable enough to be carried by individuals on their person, allowing for all-day imaging. Further Information is Locked Behind Level 3 Access. Enter Level 3 Credentials? Welcome, RAISA AGENT Addendum 7080-1: The following are some research notes of Dr. Isabella Kant, a member of Project Philosopher. Standard protocol was not followed as these notes were personal in nature. Note that these notes are transcribed exactly as written 11/27/2014, 7080 Mk. II is almost comptele. It looks alot like an MRI machine. We'll test it tmrw. Joeseph says we should name the thing Philosopher, so it would be "Philosopher Mk. II" instaed of the boring "SCP-7080-2". 11/28/2014, Mk. II tests today. Strapped a monkey onto the table and sent the big guy in4. Felt vry nervous watching monitors, just waiting for error to pop up like it did with Mk. I. I think evryone was nervous. But no error popped up, and a print came out of the printer! Thank god that happened, didn't want to feel defeated going into the weekend. 12/2/2014 Mk. II works, but it still has a long way to go. looks like Mk. II also picks up on something else, we're thinking generic brain activity. On the prints, it's indistinguishable from consciousness, and so it obstructs our view. Still, there are new findings abt conciousness with Mk. II. Conciousness is located towards the front of the brain, with most theorizing it's located in the prefrontal cortex. We cant confirm this because the generic brain activity is blocking our view of the edges of conciousness. Hopefully these problems will be fixed by Mk. III 2/26/2015 Mk. III Debut tests today, testing on more monkeys. Brain fog5 very much reduced but still there, within the sides of the brain. Joe6 says we need more tests before we can move onto humans, but I think it's good enough. 3/4/2015 First human trials today. Something bad worrying weird happened. Output was weird. Consciousness was fading in the middle of that d-classe's brain. We thought that couldn't be possible7. 3/5/2015 More human trials today. Middle fading was present with all of them. Some had it wider, some had it thinner, but it was there. 3/16/2015 Testing unconsciousness today. We had some knocked out D's8. brains scanned. As expected, nothing detected anywhere in the brain. 3/18/2015 There was a hiccup in today's testing. We were scanning an unconscious D, when the output prints got messed up. Looks like half of the print showed a fully unconscious brain, and the other half showed what we assume to be a brain in the process of waking up. We only realized this when the D was taken out of the machine and was seen to be struggling against the straps. He had woken up within it. 3/23/2015 That mistake a few days ago inspired us to look into half-consciousness more. We had some Ds fall asleep and wake up in the machine. Output was… weird. While fallin asleep or waking up, if we managed to capture a snap, we could see that consciousness appeared in two separate places, each in the left or right side of the brain. Then they would grow, eventually looking like normal consciousness again. We're theorizing about the machine not being able to detect some faint middle-conciousness. In other news, Joe's thinking about making a weapon that'll wipe out consciousness for a short while. Something about manipulating the noosphere. 3/26/2015 Testing halted. We'll be working on the Philosopher Mk. IV from now on. There's also a small sub-team of us who'll be working on Joe's weapon idea. It's been dubbed "Epiphany." 6/15/2015 Mk. IV Prototype done. We'll test it tmrw. 6/16/2015 Now there's middle fading even on the monkeys. Shit. 6/17/2015 Even though we haven't gone through all the protocols to move onto human testing, Joe brought in some Ds to test out Mk. IV. I guess he's as curious as I am. Middle fading was even more pronounced on humans. We could even see a sharp edge on one of the prints. Joe tested out "Epiphany Mk. I" today as well. It works, no consciousness detected. At least something good happened today. 6/17/2015 We've decided to move onto designing Mk. V. This'll hopefully be able to finally detect that middle consciousness. Plus, we'll be using a live video feed instead of prints this time. That's something im excited about. 2/8/2016 Mk. V is finaly here. Writing this jus after I got the email in the morning, i'm gonna rush to the site! The rest of the notebook is blank. Dr. Isabella Kant requested to be administered amnestics and transferred to a different project that day. Addendum 7080-2: Incomplete list of tests involving SCP-7080-5 "Philosopher Mk. V" on 2016/02/8 TEST 7080-5-A Subject Common Chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes) Protocol Subject is sedated, strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness. Results No consciousness detected from subject for 13 minutes. Two areas of consciousness slowly grew for 1 minute and 4 seconds, at which point the consciousnesses stopped growing and subject was fully cognizant. The two areas of consciousness were entirely separate from each other, but were in perfect sync. TEST 7080-5-C Subject D-104576 Protocol Subject is sedated, strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness. Results No consciousness detected from subject for 11 minutes. Two areas of consciousness slowly grew for 48 seconds, at which point the consciousnesses stopped growing and subject was fully cognizant. The two areas of consciousness were entirely separate from each other. Edges of consciousness were more sharp and defined then that of the chimpanzees of test 7080-5-A and 7080-5-B, and were in perfect sync. TEST 7080-5-E Subject Common Chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes)(Subject 1), The Epiphany Mk. III9 (Subject 2) Protocol Subject 2 is attached to the inside of SCP-7080-5 and pointed to where Subject 1's brain would be when Subject 1 is inserted into SCP-7080-5. Subject 2 is hooked up to a remote activation device. Subject 1 is strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Subject 2 is activated via remote activation. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness. Results Consciousness fully erased for 26 minutes, before recovering fully in 17 minutes. Consciousness was located in two distinct areas of the brain separate from each other, but were in perfect sync. TEST 7080-5-F Subject D-104576 (Subject 1), The Epiphany Mk. III (Subject 2) Protocol Subject 2 is attached to the inside of SCP-7080-5 and pointed to where Subject 1's brain would be when Subject 1 is inserted into SCP-7080-5. Subject 2 is hooked up to a remote activation device. Subject 1 is strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Subject 2 is activated via remote activation. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness. Results Consciousness fully erased for 32 minutes, before recovering fully in 11 minutes. Consciousness was located in two distinct areas of the brain separate from each other, but were in perfect sync. TEST 7080-5-G Subject D-104576 (Subject 1), The Epiphany Mk. III (Subject 2) Protocol Subject 2 is attached to the inside of SCP-7080-5 and pointed to where Subject 1's brain would be when Subject 1 is inserted into SCP-7080-5. Subject 2 is hooked up to a remote activation device. Subject 1 is strapped to the patient table and inserted into SCP-7080-5. SCP-7080-5 is activated. Subject 2 is activated via remote activation. Experiment concludes once subject regains full consciousness. Subject 2 is aimed in such a way that it would only effect the right half of Subject 1's brain. Results [REDACTED]. Subject 1 terminated under grounds of euthanasia. Enter Level 4 Credentials? Welcome, RAISA ADMINISTRATOR Addendum 7080-3: Points of interest of the human trial of SCP-7080-7, "Philosopher Mk. VII," on 2017/06/08 Background: SCP-7080-7 (Philosopher Mk. VII) was designed for portability and recording over the course of a day. Subject was D-198578. VIDEO LOG - RECORDINGS OF SCP-7080-7 "PHILOSOPHER MK. VII" ALONG WITH SITE CCTV RECORDINGS TRACKING SUBJECT. DATE: 2017/06/08 NOTE: Certain sections have been cut out for brevity. Consult the 7080-7 Testing logs for more information. [BEGIN LOG] 10:03 AM: Last electrode and protective cap applied to Subject's head. SCP-7080-7 activated, shows full consciousness. 10:49 AM: Post activation medical evaluation concludes. Subject returns to cell and lies down, covering eyes with one arm. Lowered consciousness detected. 10:54 AM: Subject stops covering eyes to scratch their chin. Subject squints at the light, and uses other arm to cover eyes. Discrepancy between the two areas of consciousness detected. D-279094 knocks on Subject's door. Subject consciousness suddenly increases to full capacity. Subject answers door and begins janitor shift. Consciousness lowers during this shift. 12:00 PM: Subject Takes lunch-break. After eating, subject begins playing chess with D-279094. Heightened consciousness detected at this time. 12:26 PM: Subject takes more time than normal to make a move while playing chess. Discrepancy between the two areas of consciousness detected. Once said move is made the two areas of consciousness return to sync, and Subject immediately requests a take back. D-279094 accepts. 3:00 PM: Subject returns to Project Philosopher main research room to continue tests. 3:41 PM: Medical and mental evaluations concludes. Consciousness tests begin10. 5:14 PM: Consciousness tests conclude. Subject lies down and consciousness manipulation tests begin. Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to wipe out consciousness for 10 minutes. Subject loses consciousness. 5:24 PM: Subject regains consciousness with no complications. 5:56 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to reduce consciousness by 90% for 4 minutes. Subject enters coma-like state. 6:00 PM: Subject regains consciousness with no complications. Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to increase consciousness by 90% for 30 minutes. Subject enters calm state. Subject describes feelings of clarity, better control over movements, and better control over thoughts. 6:30 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the left side of the brain by 50% for 30 minutes. Subject describes feelings similar to to the last time the Epiphany was applied. 7:00 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the right side of the brain by 50% for 30 minutes. Subject reports having more intrusive thoughts. 7:30 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the right side of the brain by 90% for 10 minutes. Subject reports feeling sluggish as well as having more intrusive thoughts. 7:40 PM: Epiphany Mk. VII applied to Subject, set up to decrease consciousness of the right side of the brain by 99% for 5 minutes. Subject enters coma-like state. 7:41 PM: In an effort to avoid [REDACTED], Dr. Joseph Locke orders the increase of consciousness of the right side of the brain by 10,000% for 5 minutes, thereby restoring it to normal capacity. However, the assistant handling the Epiphany Mk. VII applied it to the left side of the brain by accident. Subject gets out of coma-like state, then sits up. Protective cap and electrodes were ripped off in this motion. [END LOG] Addendum 7080-4: Project Philosopher main research room CCTV and audio, 7:41 PM - 7:45 PM D-198578 frantically looks around, heavily breathing. He looks at his hands as he moves them Dr. Joseph Locke: 198578? You feeling OK? D-198578 looks at Dr. Locke. D-198578: I- I'm… I'm here… a- alive… D-198578 seems to have great difficulty in speaking Dr. Joseph Locke: Alive? Were you in danger, 198578? What did you see? D-198578: I- I see… I f- feel… I hear and t- taste… Dr. Joseph Locke: Do you want some water, 198578? D-198578: (Ignoring Dr. Joseph Locke) Th… The one thing I c- can't do is… do. I just… watch. [NAME REDACTED11] lived, but I'm tr- tr- trapped in. Dr. Joseph Locke: 198578… I don't think I understa- D-198578: You- you can't even i- imagine it. The torture w-within you, all of y- you, right now. D-198578's voice begins to break up D-198578: You- all you have to do s- s- something. Something. Bu- but, I don't know… h- how could you g- guys even start… w- with s- something l- like… D-198578 breaks down into the fetal position and begins to cry profusely. D-198578's sobs and occasional screams are the only audible thing for the following 2 minutes, after which he speaks again. D-198578: Doc, I don't want to go back. After another minute, D-198578 suddenly stopped sobbing. Subsequent interviews have revealed that D-198578 has no memory of this event. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7080" by jaboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7080. Licensed under CC-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_RAISA_IMG_12870980.png Author: jaboi License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: CFS-brain-scan-basal-ganglia-fMRI.png Author: Miller AH, Jones JF, Drake DF, Tian H, Unger ER, Pagnoni G (2014) License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Such as in MRI Machines 2. The sphere made up of conscious thought 3. ten.PiCS|ekcoLJ#ten.PiCS|ekcoLJ 4. Referring to test 7080-2-A. Consult the 7080 testing logs for more information 5. The Project Philosopher team's colloquial designation of obstructing output 6. Dr. Joseph Locke 7. The Project Philosopher team had previously hypothesized that human consciousness was one consistent "mass." 8. D-Class 9. Developed on 2016/1/6 10. Measuring during sleep, during focus, etc. 11. D-198578's name. |
SCP-7081 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article references the following topics: Memory Loss Grief An Ill Child Motor Vehicle Accident SCP-7081, For Memory's Sake by AstersQuill and illusorymoon ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7081 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site-270 Site Director Dr. Ashlynn Gasco Research Head Senior Researcher Irving Tremel Assigned MTF MTF Zeta-8 "Nine Lives" Assigned Site Site-270 Site Director Dr. Ashlynn Gasco Research Head Senior Researcher Irving Tremel Assigned MTF MTF Zeta-8 "Nine Lives" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7081 is to be contained within a standard anomalous humanoid containment cell within Site-270. All items created by SCP-7081, referred to as SCP-7081-1 through 27, are to be contained within standard anomalous item containers. All non-essential items are to be removed from SCP-7081's containment cell to avoid the creation of additional anomalous items. Outside of testing, SCP-7081 is to be denied all requests to interact with the already constructed items. Following Addendum 3, SCP-7081 is to work in collaboration with Site-270 research personnel to reverse the effects of the anomalous items. Collaboration is to be supervised by a field agent from MTF Zeta-8 "Nine Lives." Outside of research, SCP-7081 is to be provided with limited access to Site recreational resources, and is to attend weekly appointments with Site Psychologist Dr. Atkinson. Description: SCP-7081 is a white male of average build and height. Prior to containment, SCP-7081 worked as a toymaker in the town of Saugatuck, Michigan, and lived alone with Evelyn Campbell, his middle-aged mother suffering from severe Early-Onset Alzheimer's. The anomalous items created by SCP-7081 take the appearance of different types of toys. When an individual possessing memories of Evelyn Campbell interacts with an item, those memories, as well as other positive core memories, will begin to transfer to the item. Presently, SCP-7081 is unaffected by this process. Discovery: The Foundation first became aware of the anomalous nature of SCP-7081 after approximately twenty members of the Saugatuck community were reported to be suffering from memory and motor decline. When it was determined that these cases were of a potentially anomalous nature, MTF Zeta-8 "Nine Lives"1 was dispatched to investigate the town. The task force, accompanied by Senior Researcher Tremel and his assistant Junior Researcher Casper, set up a small provisional site nearby under the cover of a traveling clinic. One of the field agents was given SCP-7081-4, a small hand-carved horse, as payment for treating one of the affected individuals at the clinic during the investigation. Throughout the remainder of the day, the agent reported an intense feeling of nausea that was relieved when she separated herself from the item. Under the guise of health and safety inspectors, two field agents investigated the toy store, recovering an item manifest, schematics, as well as five undelivered anomalous items. SCP-7081 and his mother were transported to the clinic for medical examination, and the remaining anomalous items were contained through a faux product recall. The affected individuals began to show an improvement in nausea-related symptoms following their separation from the items, but were still unable to recall both short and long-term memories. Three members of the community were monitored under intensive care. Addendum 1 SCP-7081 Case Files Case 1 Case 2 Case 3 Name: Cassidy Marsh Age: 23 Relation to SCP-7081: Works as a barista in the town's coffee shop. Effects of Exposure: Dehydration due to vomiting, fever, minor atrophy of the tissue surrounding the Hippocampus. Additional Notes: According to a manifest belonging to SCP-7081, Mx. Marsh received SCP-7081-20 (a custom-made mechanical finch) from their partner for an anniversary. The item was in Marsh's possession for approximately two months and was stored on their car's dashboard. Two weeks prior to the arrival of MTF Zeta-8, Mx. Marsh and their partner were injured in a motor vehicle incident believed to be caused by prolonged exposure to SCP-7081-20, which was recovered from the crash. A text log was recovered by local law enforcement following the accident: Ira💚 pspspspsps babe? sorry! Sage and I were just closing up it's all good. feeling any better? i feel more nauseous now than at work. i'll be fine though you should really have sage drive. im worried about you babe i'll be fine don't worry i'll be home soon I love you i love you too… wait did you remember to bring home some cake pops? ? you asked me to get cake pops? for my brother? i told you before you left this morning that he'd be coming in to visit i'll go out tmrw to pick some up it's okay just make sure you get back safe yeah? Name: Percy Coleman Age: 67 Relation to SCP-7081: Neighbor and Family Friend. Effects of Exposure: Muscle Stiffness, fatigue, mild long-term memory loss. Additional Notes: It is believed that Mr. Coleman was among the first to be affected by SCP-7081 due to the severity of his symptoms. SCP-7081-2, a collection of wooden trains, was collected from Mr. Coleman's office. A note believed to be addressed to SCP-7081 was found at the toy store pinned near his workbench. The note reads: Dear Rhys, I wanted to write and thank you for the generous gift. You continue to outdo yourself and it has been an honor watching your mastery of toy-making grow. I remember when you were just a boy and you and I used to watch the trains pass. Those were good times. Do you still have that stopwatch I gave you? It was a gift from my father, and his father before him. You never seem to visit these days, and it seems in my old age it is becoming much harder for me to visit you as well. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you and your mother like you have been there for me in these recent years. Please tell Evelyn that you both are in my prayers. Sincerely, Percy SCP-7081-1 Name: Luca Esposito Age: 6 Relation to SCP-7081: Former student of SCP-7081's mother. Effects of Exposure: Craniocerebral trauma sustained after passing out, a minor decline in motor, social, and language skills. Additional Notes: SCP-7081-1, a cloth teddy bear, was gifted to Luca following a visit to SCP-7081's mother. Possession of SCP-7081-1 was transferred to Mr. Esposito following Mrs. Campbell's premature retirement from the school. SCP-7081-1 remained at Mr. Esposito's bedside during treatment and was swapped out for a non-anomalous replica following containment. Addendum 2 SCP-7081 Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-7081 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Tremel and Junior Researcher Casper Myriad Clinic, Saugatuck, Michigan; 1/10/2013, 9:37am «Begin Log» <Senior Researcher Tremel and Junior Researcher Casper enter the room containing SCP-7081 and Field Agent Weaver. SCP-7081 is seen with his hands over his head but comes to attention when the pair take their seats. Junior Researcher Casper places three files and a tape recorder on the table and presses ‘record’.> Tremel: Greetings, sir. My name is Dr. Tremel, and this is my assistant Nurse Casper. We are in charge of your mother's care. Would you mind stating your name and age for the record? SCP-7081: My, uh - my name is Rhys. Rhys Campbell. I'm twenty-five. Am I… under arrest for something? Tremel: No, Rhys, not at all. We just wanted to ask you some questions about the recent hospitalizations. Have you experienced any nausea recently? Any difficulty remembering anything? SCP-7081: No, but I know a lot of people who have though. <SCP-7081 shuffles in his seat.> Tremel: Perhaps we can talk about some of these people? <Tremel opens the three file folders.> Tremel: For the record, we will now be consulting the case files. Do you know a Cassidy Marsh? SCP-7081: The barista right? Yeah, we graduated high school together. Tremel: How about a Percy Coleman? Luca Esposito? Do these names sound familiar to you as well? SCP-7081: Yes, he's like a father to me and Luca is… wait. Tremel: Mx. Marsh, Mr. Coleman, and Mr. Esposito are all here at the clinic, yes. SCP-7081: That's… terrible. Is it possible for me to see them? Do they know my mother's here? Tremel: The three of them have been in various states of consciousness for about a week now. All of them with consistent symptoms of nausea and memory loss. SCP-7081: Why are you telling me this? Isn't this breaking medical law? <Tremel slides the folders over to Casper.> Tremel: One of our staff today had an intense bout of nausea when interacting with a toy made at your store. She was tasked with handling our medication here. Luckily someone noticed what pills they were giving a patient before treating them. SCP-7081: Look, I'm not sure what you're implying but- <Tremel motions towards Weaver. The agent stands up and places a wooden horse on the table. SCP-7081 flinches.> Tremel: The act is up. I encourage you to start cooperating now so those people have a chance to live again. <SCP-7081 puts his hands over his head and places his forehead on the table.> SCP-7081: I didn't mean to hurt anyone, please – <A noise akin to hiccuping can be heard.> SCP-7081: I didn't mean to hurt anyone, ok? Tremel: You have my assurance that nothing will happen to you, just as long as you tell me what happened. Does that sound reasonable? <SCP-7081 nods.> Tremel: Thank you. Now, how long have you been a toymaker? SCP-7081: I've been apprenticing since I was in diapers. My father used to own the shop and taught me everything I know. Tremel: And is your father still around? <SCP-7081 reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a stopwatch. He awkwardly thumbs the ornate surface.> SCP-7081: He's…gone. When I was fourteen he had an argument with my mom and he left without a word. No note, no calls, nothing. <SCP-7081 pauses.> Tremel: Did he give you that stopwatch? SCP-7081: He would never give me something this nice. He barely wanted to transfer his “gift” to me before my mother insisted that he teach me. He didn’t explain the full circumstance of it, if you will. We were better off without him. Tremel: What exactly is this “gift” that he gave to you? Was it the shop, your skills..? <SCP-7081 turns around and lifts up his shirt revealing a birthmark shaped as the Nordic Rune Dagaz2.> Tremel: …I see. Tremel: Why don't we circle back to where we started? For the record, we will be discussing the photo attached to Case File 3. What can you tell me about the bear? SCP-7081: Mr. Furball? I think he was the first toy that I am actually proud of. My father left some schematics behind but they were in some language I couldn't understand3. I redid his entire design and spent months attempting to translate it. The final product was something that looked like a teddy bear so I wasn’t upset with it. The kids in my mom's class ended up loving it regardless. Tremel: We were able to recover those schematics, yes. Doesn't it seem a bit odd that a stuffed bear would have an amethyst crystal in it? SCP-7081: Cassidy was explaining to my mom a while back that, apparently, the crystal can help with psychic ‘power’. I’m pretty sure they meant it in a way that was more like mental ability, though. She had half a geode of it as a gift from Cassidy, so I just chipped some pieces off and put them in the toys. I was hoping it could retain some of the happy memories or something. Senior Researcher Tremel: And how long ago did you give your mom the bear? SCP-7081: She's had it for about nine years now. She always seems to glow when she's near it. I'm glad it meant so much to her. <A sigh can be heard from the recording.> Tremel: I think we've come to our conclusion here. SCP-7081: Oh? How so? Tremel: Casper? Casper: We collected a manifest from your workshop and everyone who either ordered a toy or was gifted one has been presenting with symptoms of memory loss and nausea. One of our workers experienced intense nausea while the item was in her possession but showed no signs of memory loss. This means she either wasn't around it long enough to experience any effects or… <SCP-7081 covers his face with his hands.> SCP-7081: Everyone who had custom-ordered an item knew my mom… <SCP-7081 groans.> SCP-7081: She was practically handing out flyers to people and encouraging them to order from me. I was overwhelmed by the orders at first but as I saw my mother's condition worsen I knew I had to at least try to do something to preserve her memories. Tremel: And you saw it best to do this by taking other people's memories? SCP-7081: That wasn’t my intent. These items were meant to hold happy memories of my mother. Tremel: When did your mother start to experience memory issues, might I ask? SCP-7081: Give or take around nine years… <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7081 was unable to continue the interview and was moved to a temporary holding cell in the clinic. Senior Researcher Tremel and Junior Researcher Casper declared the investigation over and preparations were made to move SCP-7081 and its associated items to Site-270. Addendum 3 SCP-7081 Project Icarus To: ten.PiCS|ocsaGA#ten.PiCS|ocsaGA From: ten.PiCS|lemerTI#ten.PiCS|lemerTI Subject: Project Icarus Greetings, Site Director. My team and I have been hard at work trying to neutralize the effect that SCP-7081 has created, but we are simply lacking the minds and technology to decode these schematics. I believe it would be beneficial to allow SCP-7081 to work in collaboration with us to reverse the effects. SCP-7081 presumably has insight into the creation process that we simply do not possess. During his intake to the site, I had Dr. Willem run a full body examination which came back clean. I am awaiting a psych screen from Dr. Atkinson as well as your go-ahead. -Senior Researcher Tremel To: ten.PiCS|lemerTI#ten.PiCS|lemerTI From: ten.PiCS|ocsaGA#ten.PiCS|ocsaGA Subject: Re: Project Icarus Senior Researcher. Due to the number of resources we are currently dedicating to Project Stargazer, allocating more assets to this case may be difficult. As I'm sure you've seen, SCP-7081 has been emotionally volatile while in containment - even if you may deem it useful, SCP-7081 having unlimited access to his materials would be counterintuitive. If you truly believe that this will work, have Dr. Atkinson provide approval on SCP-7081's psych screen before anything. If SCP-7081 consents to work as a part of your team and proper restrictions are put in place, perhaps we can talk about implementing Project Icarus. Best, Site Director Gasco Following this exchange, SCP-7081's psychological evaluation was delivered to Senior Researcher Tremel and Site Director Gasco from Dr. Atkinson4. Director Gasco approved the project with the stipulation that SCP-7081 would regularly attend appointments with psych staff. SCP-7081 agreed with Senior Researcher Tremel's proposal and was added to the Project Icarus team as a junior researcher. Addendum 4 SCP-7081 3/12/2013 Two months following the initial containment of SCP-7081, a way to reverse the anomalous properties of the items was discovered. Using SCP-7081-23, an item that was never delivered to its recipient, the team implanted fake memories of Evelyn Campbell into D-7522. Initial tests revealed that D-7522 was unable to remember a majority of the implanted memories after daily exposure to the item for twenty days. In collaboration with the Site's BABEL Team, SCP-7081 was able to create a reversal phrase that deactivated the memetic effect of SCP-7081-23. D-7522 was treated for nausea-related symptoms and Class C Amnestics were administered to remove the memories, before being returned to his cell. He was granted five luxury meal vouchers for volunteering. On 3/10/2013, SCP-7081 and Senior Researcher Tremel returned to Saugatuck disguised as clinic staff conducting follow-up care. While Senior Researcher Tremel spoke to the affected individuals, SCP-7081 reversed the anomalous properties of the items, effectively neutralizing their effect. The remaining individuals were treated accordingly, and the anomalous items were returned to Site-270 for disposal. An interview was conducted following the return. Interviewed: SCP-7081 Interviewers: Dr. Katrina Atkinson and Senior Researcher Irving Tremel Site-270, Meadville, Pennsylvania; 3/11/2013, 6:28 pm «Begin Log» <Senior Researcher Tremel enters Dr. Atkinson’s office. SCP-7081 and Dr. Atkinson are already present in the room sitting at a table. Senior Researcher Tremel positions a chair at the head of the table, produces a tape recorder from his pocket, and presses ‘record.’> Dr. Atkinson: It's been quite an eventful couple of days, Rhys. How are you feeling? SCP-7081: I don't think I have been happier since I've been here. I can't believe I was actually able to do that. Dr. Atkinson: We are all very proud of you, Rhys - both the Project Icarus team and myself. SCP-7081: Does this mean I’ll be able to go home soon? There's so much I need to talk to my mom about – Senior Researcher Tremel: I'm sorry, Rhys. That just… isn't possible for us to do. SCP-7081: What do you mean? I did everything you asked me to do. I reversed the effect. Can’t I live a normal life now? Senior Researcher Tremel: While you did reverse the effect on the items, you yourself still exhibit anomalous properties. Some of the members of BABEL tried to use the activation phrase to create a similar effect, but were unsuccessful. SCP-7081: There will be people looking for me though, right? I can't just drop off the face of the Earth like I didn't exist at all? Dr. Atkinson: I understand that this is going to be difficult for you. I know it was for me when I was first asked to work here. However, I consider this job ‘worth it’ if you will because it allows me to help out people like you. SCP-7081: This isn't fair, I didn't ask for this! I… I worked so hard to fix everything! Dr. Atkinson: I know, Rhys, and I am deeply sorry that you had to be thrown into this. Senior Researcher Tremel: Arrangements have been made to provide care and support to your mother, this I can promise you. Unfortunately, all we can do is provide for your mother in your absence. SCP-7081: And if I refuse? Senior Researcher Tremel: You'll be kept at this site regardless of your cooperation. You will still be able to enjoy the same amenities that were provided to you in your early containment. However, you'll remain here as long as you're alive or show anomalous properties. SCP-7081: Why of all people is this happening to me? Dr. Atkinson: We’re not entirely sure of the full extent of your anomalous nature. We cannot risk letting this happen again whether you mean for it to or not. SCP-7081: And what do you mean for ‘as long as I’m alive’? Am I going to die down here? Wherever the fuck down here is. Dr. Atkinson: We don’t plan on harming you in any way if that’s your concern. It’s not easy having to tell someone that they are going to be kept here for something that they were born with. This isn’t a punishment for something that you can’t control. We aren’t doing this to hurt you. However, it is for the greater good of everyone you have come in contact with that you remain here. <SCP-7081 pauses and thinks for a moment and sighs.> SCP-7081: Fine. Can I at least ask for one more thing? Dr. Atkinson: Sure, Rhys. What is it? SCP-7081: Just let my mother know that I'm okay. I'm all she has left and I don't want her to think I abandoned her too. Senior Researcher Tremel: Sure. We can set that up for you and I’ll notify you if we get anything back. <End Log> To: moc.liamg|puosllebpmacsm#moc.liamg|puosllebpmacsm From: gro.ymedacaledomhcinum|noissimda#gro.ymedacaledomhcinum|noissimda Subject: Congratulations Apprentice Rhys Campbell! Greetings Mrs. Campbell, It is our honor to notify you that your son, Rhys Campbell, has been selected for an apprenticeship and further mastery of toy-making at the Munich Model Academy. Rhys has provided us with a portfolio of exceptional pieces and has shown an enthusiastic drive to participate in our program. He has voiced to us his dreams of making truly immersive toys during our interview process. Mr. Campbell has decided to spend his summers in Zambia creating toys out of recycled materials. We look forward to having Mr. Campbell in our program. Best, Dean Adler Zimmerman This is an automated email, please do not reply to this message. To: gro.ymedacaledomhcinum|noissimda#gro.ymedacaledomhcinum|noissimda From: moc.liamg|puosllebpmacsm#moc.liamg|puosllebpmacsm Subject: Re: Congratulations Apprentice Rhys Campbell! Greetings Dean Adler! I had no idea that Rhys was applying to something like this. Please let him know that I am proud of him for what he's done and I wish him the best! Thank you once again for the email and for accepting my little boy. From a proud mother, Evelyn Campbell To: moc.liamg|puosllebpmacsm#moc.liamg|puosllebpmacsm From: gro.ymedacaledomhcinum|noissimda#gro.ymedacaledomhcinum|noissimda Subject: Re: Congratulations Apprentice Rhys Campbell! This message has been automatically redirected. This is an automated email, please do not reply to this message. Footnotes 1. A task force with the mission of the containment and recovery of memory-based anomalies. 2. Translates to “day”; represents awakening, enlightenment, realization, bold change, and transformation of something into its opposite. 3. Later recognized by the Site-270 BABEL Team, a team of linguists, as a blend of Enochian and Nordic characters 4. Site-270's Head of Psychology. « SCP-7080 | SCP-7081 | SCP-7082 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7081" by AstersQuill, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7081. Licensed under CC-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: Nalle_-_a_small_brown_teddy_bear.jpg Author: Jonik License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Teddy_bear#/media/File:Nalle_-_a_small_brown_teddy_bear.jpg |
SCP-7082 | safe | I've been trying to get the higher-ups to consider classifying the fundamental form of human consciousness an SCP, but I don't think they quite get the point. I'm back-saving this into the storage of an empty slot, hoping someone will find and expand further, but I can't imagine anyone following the lead. The people who can't understand it won't, and the people who know will either be too afraid to share it or realize there's better ways to spread truth than shoving a report in someone's face. Reality has to be seen, lived, told, and questioned to be known. Information, data, facts, or knowledge won't cut it if you want your philosophy to truly dream of Heaven and Earth. I'll describe to you two siblings, and you can probably guess the rest. The first was strong, brave, and trustworthy, while the other was slippery as an eel. Nevertheless they loved each other, and their bond was a true one - the latter would obey any order if their elder gave it, while the elder would commit any dirty trick if it meant protecting the little one. Until they wouldn't. Until the younger committed a crime so heinous, so devoid of human feeling, that the elder realized the day of reconciliation would never come and cut them down, then slit their own throat in despair. They did not die, but merely changed. As the blood flowed from the elder's neck, as they fell to the ground, they did not remember their life, or regrets, or question why this was happening. The change was already overtaking them. Centimeter by centimeter, in slow motion, they keeled toward the dirt, and as the Earth approached and sight darkened, the Elder saw a tiny plant peeking through the cracked, dry soil. With their last bit of strength, they twisted to the side and landed next to it. Their face lay by the little plant, unblinking eyes stared at its leaves which still trembled from the impact, and the Elder's last thought was "I hope it grows strong around my bones." The plant grew strong. It wrapped its roots slowly around the ribcage of the elder, it sapped through heart and lung and vein, it drank the blood of the world's second sacrifice, and grew so great that the world around it changed, its thousands of seeds turned the wasteland to a forest, creatures from the sea crawled out to rest and hide in the shade. The tree with a heart of bone saw what it had become and was not satisfied. It remembered its days as a weed, the only thing that could survive in this now-forest. It remembered the thick water it had drank so many eons ago, just as it too was on the verge of death. It remembered being alone. One day a woman came to the tree who had been exiled from her tribe for an unspeakable crime and was looking to exact vengeance on those who had wronged her. She looked up at the tree, whose top was too far into the sky to see anything other than a shadow, and climbed across its exposed roots, circling it, thinking. She found shelter beneath a root and stayed there for many weeks, speaking to the tree, knowing it was listening even when it did not reply. When she spoke to it, her forehead pressed against its bark, she could feel the hum of life from within. She, like all other creatures of this place, loved the Tree, perhaps more than any of them, for those too scared to approach only knew it from afar. Because they loved the tree, she killed it. Long had she known the words that could do the job, plucked from a dream even before she came here. She stepped to the trunk, pressed herself against it, and whispered. "There is one who does not love you." One. Only one. But the Tree knew instantly who this one was, and began to tremble. Leaves, some the size of a man, rained upon the earth, but the woman didn't move. She smiled and prepared another swing. "They will never love you." The bark on the tree began to crack. Flakes, some the size of boulder slabs, crashed to the ground. The woman was still. "They never trusted you, and you will never trust them." She placed her hand on the broken, quaking bark. All around her was debris, splintered wood, yet she had not been touched. "Do it, fool," she said. The tree burst with a crack that shook the entire forest. The shrapnel traveled just barely slower than the sound - little sooner than the crawlers, and climbers, and creepers and keepers heard the noise of destruction and then were crushed, broken, pierced. It was over in minutes, and the world was dead or dying. The woman lay next to the still-massive roots, toward remains of the tree's stump and smiled to herself. A dagger of wood the size of a mouse had pierced her heart, and she lay on the ground, blood passing from her lips. For an instant she lived, staring up at the newly-visible sky, and felt the sun beating down on her. She did not want to die. She knew there could be nothing afterward but dark memories. Yet she was glad she died in the sun, and the sun was glad it could give her last moments light. She drifted, not in her body, no longer herself, until there was nothing that could be called the woman who killed the tree but a deep, heavy feeling of loneliness. Eventually the loneliness settled on an ant scuttling down a tunnel in a supercolony the size of a city. It was searching for its queen - it had taken the wrong direction, mistaken danger for food, and could not find its way back home. Surrounded by strange skittles, strange signals, the creature clattered madly through hallways that seemed to go every direction, drenched in unfamiliar scents, unending, coiled, ignoring the unfamiliar ants that hissed at this intruder, that clicked their mandibles. It kept going, and going, and going, yet could not find the path to safety. A warrior watched it go by and was not amused. This intruder had no marks at all of any nearby villages. It must have come from very far away, from a place this Ant-Family had no allegiance with. Recon, perhaps, but incompetent if so. It decided to follow. When the lost ant realized it was being pursued, it scrambled forward as fast as its legs could drag it. It kicked up dirt behind it, collapsed tunnels. Yet the warrior's jaws were strong, and burst through any obstacle until its clamps were leaping towards the head of the intruder. Yet it made an error. It underestimated the lost one's will to survive. The little lost charged forward to meet its pursuer, hooked its own jaws between the vice of its opponent, sacrificed half its fangs to skewer the other through the eye. The warrior collapsed. The lost one fled. The warrior was given a proper funeral; dissected and fed to the Queen. It sank into her gullet and became new children of the colony, and in this way the colony slowly fought wars of conquest. They were much like the wars up above, where great lines of men in leather and iron marched against each other across the plains, banners bold in the wind, lords leading their men. See that fine light-haired man on the black horse, leading his first battle. He has trained for it many years, learned and squired and fought, and now it is his duty to take the cities of the enemy. How many men will fall today? He thinks. How many by my hand? And his hand tightens around the hilt of his blade. Yet he is slain by an arrow before even getting a chance to draw his precious father's sword, poor tactics, perhaps, to put your leader so far up to the front like that, but he doesn't think of that as he falls, he wonders instead what will happen to the horse, and the horse to its rider before another arrow skims across its neck and the beast flees, leaves the roaring battle completely, and as it flees it wanders into a sacred place, it sips waters of Light, it becomes graceful and mournful and wise, it gives grace to those who come, and one day it rises even higher, abandons all form, is now only a voice in the wind whispering true tidings, a poem to a beggar, a warning to a thief, and a weeping man in a window hears this whisper, it makes him weep more, for the voice has proven what he always feared, and he looks back at his empty rooms and his silent halls and he leaps, the voice mourns, while many months later a far-off brother tosses an unread-note into a fire and the fire, in hatred of this act, roars to life, clinging to the man as he flees out the door, while he calls for a god or demon to save him, but the gods and demons are locked in their own wars, with no time for mortals, locked in the dance that has always existed and never changes, even as it repeats over and over again, the rhythm each hears and moves to, even as they think their bodies movie, even as they think something different will happen next. And all of this you know, and feel, and have felt before. Or you haven't. Or now you have for the first time. If you're paying attention, you should be able to continue the story yourself now. Even if you don't, it'll continue without you, but good luck resisting it. Sometimes you'll forget it, sometimes you quite won't be sure how it goes, but it'll always be with you now, always ready to be called upon when you need to understand. May it guide you well, when you need, and not ask for too high of a price. How to contain it? Well, that's the tricky part. First we need to ask ourselves if it should even be contained. Note that I don't say "could". There is a quite reliable, though arduous and resource intensive, way of properly managing human awareness of SCP-XXXX, though I don't think it would help you much to hear them. They're the type of things that have to be discovered as you go along. It makes the game more interesting. Hm. And I guess it needs a class, doesn't it? Keter seems grandiose, makes it sound like an emergency. Euclid feels non-committal. Is it a threat or not? We don't use it, it isn't fully uncontainable… Yes, I think know the best thing to do would be just label it Safe. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7082" by rumetzen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7082. Licensed under CC-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-7083 | euclid | She smiled at me as I pointed the pistol. I want this to be over. Item#: 7083 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7083 can teleport under the direction of the site's original owner, limiting long-term containment of the site. It is currently located on the border of Alaska and the Yukon Territory of Canada, approximately 9.5 kilometers from the closest civilian population1. Current SCP-7083 Interior The anomaly is under the oversight of Mobile Outpost 106, which monitors the site's perimeter and is responsible for the tracking and containment of the site following a Relocation Event. Foundation personnel are to monitor all known travel routes near the SCP-7083 manifestation point. Any civilians caught attempting to observe or enter SCP-7083 are to be remanded to the custody of the nearest authorities and administered Class-B amnestics. The interior of the anomaly is to be kept under constant visual surveillance, and any signs of SCP-7083-3 instances attempting to get across the barrier require the intervention of MTF-Theta-42 "Open Worlders”, a joint task force drawing from a number of other MTFs skilled in animal handling, wilderness survival/exploration, traversing unstable realities, puzzle solving and platforming. SCP-7083-1 is under the purview of MTF-Kappa-43 "The Mediators" and functions as an early warning system for a Relocation Event, as the reappearance of advertisements and online mentions of upcoming streams is the first sign that the cycle is about to begin again. Description: SCP-7083 is a spatial anomaly that is represented by an area approximately 21k in diameter in the shape of an octagon girded by a 5-meter-high chainlink fence. A singular gate on the southernmost side of the fence allows entry into the pocket-dimension’s interior. The anomaly manifests, excluding one notable instance, in isolated wilderness areas. Observations have found that the terrain inside the pocket dimension matches the exterior, excluding the manifestation of a wooden cabin in the direct center of the newly entrapped area. Current Cabin Manifestation This changes when undergoing an “Active Hunt” Event. During an “Active Hunt” the terrain inside the pocket dimension will shift, creating new topography that makes traversing the expanse increasingly difficult. The overall climate and flora of the interior do not change, excluding more frequent meteorological events. At this time, SCP-7083 partially phases out of baseline reality, becoming invisible to the naked eye and intangible, allowing civilians and Foundation personnel to pass through the entire area without interfering with the events inside. Following the Activation of a “Hunt”, twenty instances of SCP-7083-2 manifest in sets of five randomly across the interior. That is then followed by the full manifestation of SCP-7083-1 across the globe and the appearance of SCP-7083-3 and -4 instances within the interior. The SCP-7083-2 instances are then required to fight and survive within the confines of the site until only five instances remain alive. (See the SCP-7083-2 entry for further information.) When only five of the SCP-7083-2 instances are left, SCP-7083-5 manifests. When all but one of the SCP-7083-2 instances and the SCP-7083-5 manifestation are dead, the "Active Hunt" ends. Then SCP-7083-1 ceases, and the area lies dormant, excluding any remaining SCP-7083-3 instances extant within the interior. After three years, SCP-7083 begins a Relocation Event, vanishing and reappearing in a new random location after a period of four months, and begins the cycle anew. Descriptions of the Constituent Parts are as follows. SCP-7083-1 is the designation for a streamed series named "ⱯⱯaondertainment's Wild Hunt”, often simply referred to as “Hunt” in marketing advertisements, which is produced by Arcadia2 in partnership with Dr. Wondertainment(See Incident 7083-1 for Clarification) and an unknown financier that is believed to be the true owner of SCP-7083. (See Agent Maldanis's Exploration Log.) The name is now believed to be an attempt at obfuscating the true intentions of the events that transpire within the "series.” A perception filter placed upon the videos causes the event to appear to be taking place inside a digital environment based on real locales the arena has surrounded. The streams follow twenty individuals (SCP-7083-2) as they attempt to survive against their fellow contestants and the surrounding environment. The show was first discovered in 201█ by Foundation Web Crawlers on Twitch, and despite Foundation attempts to curtail the spread of the show through the usage of amnestics and web crawlers, it has since expanded its portfolio. "ⱯⱯaondertainment's Wild Hunt" can be found on any active streaming service, video-sharing website, or forum page when a Hunt is Active. It can even manifest as a pay-per-view television replacing any of the expected events for the length of the Hunt's duration. The anomaly is live-streamed with very few cuts or edits, and once the Hunt has finished, all online media surrounding the event vanishes after 24 hours. This does not appear to affect copies made from recording the event, and the Foundation has a backlog of SCP-7083-1 "Seasons" onsite at Mobile Outpost 106. The appearance of advertisements for the latest "season" of SCP-7083 is now used by the Foundation to anticipate Relocation Events. + Archived "ⱯⱯaondertainment's Wild Hunt" Ad - hide SEASON 22 INCOMING! DATE: 12 October 202█ NOTE: Intercepted and logged before it could spread too far. Flaring transitions and the Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin accompany the text and imagery. [BEGIN LOG] The Hunt was the first trial humanity learned to perfect. A scene of Neolithic humans taking down a mammoth plays. Risking our lives so that we could fill our stomachs as the sky grew dark. Fighting to win against nature and often our fellow man! A shot of a man screaming cartoonishly as a clearly fake spear is stabbed "into" his chest cuts across the screen. But now, everything you could ever want is handed to you on a silver platter. To fight, to hunt, to THRIVE is unnecessary. An image of a morbidly obese adult man nearly choking on a meatball sub fills the screen. But there are those that still know what it means to Hunt. To live. Rapid series of scenes pass by of people fighting against animals, each other, androids, and other monsters flash across the screen. Sure, they're better than you. (Actually, have their shit together.) The last line above is mumbled in a way that makes it seem like it wasn't meant to be captured in the announcement. But at least you get to enjoy the show! VVondertainment's Wild Hunt returns this Winter with 20 of the greatest fighters, outdoorsfolk, and athletes currently walking this languid mudball! One will emerge victorious and claim their prize as every victor before them! A shadowed figure stands atop a pile of corpses, both human and animalian, holding an outlandishly colored gun above their heads, an even larger monstrous shadow looming behind them. Or all will prove wanting! Find out next month! VVondertainment's Wild Hunt can be found on any available streaming platform, pay-per-view channel, and some Free Port theaters. Check your local listings! -Sponsored by Arcadia, Why not? [END LOG] SCP-7083-2 is the designation for the twenty individuals that appear within SCP-7083 at the beginning of the Hunt. They randomly appear across the area in five groups of four. SCP-7083-2 are adult humans in peak physical condition drawn from the worldwide populace, and while within SCP-7083, each gains an instinctual understanding of any languages spoken by those within the site. Each individual is a highly-skilled member of one of the following demographics: military service (private or state-enforced) hitmen undercover agents outdoorsmen (professional or hobbyist) first responders professional athletes serial killers The Foundation has yet to discover the exact manner in which these individuals are chosen and transported to SCP-7083.(Undergoing revisions, see Agent Maldanis's Exploration Log) Each team is made up of varying demographics drawn from that pool in an apparent attempt to add balance among the groups. Each appears with a hunting knife, a fully-loaded Tokarev pistol with two additional ammo clips, a canteen of water, a backpack with camping supplies, and fifty "credits,” flat gold-colored plastic chips that are only used in interactions with SCP-7083-4 instances. All gear can be traded amongst individuals, excluding credits, which can only be taken by killing their owner, which adds the amount they carried to the assailant's inventory. SCP-7083-2 instances are expected to fight for their survival within the site, and attempts to protest through hunger or drinking strikes fail as the instances have been biologically altered, leaving them unable to die from starvation or dehydration. Purposeful self-termination is also "disallowed" by SCP-7083, with attempts leading to guns jamming, knives blunting, skin resisting damage, or other minor reality shifts that keep the subject alive. The only way out of SCP-7083 is through death by combat or connected to combat, whether with fellow -2s or against instances of SCP-7083-3. Upon death, SCP-7083-2 instances vanish in a flash of blue light, leaving behind any gear they collected during the Hunt. Upon completion of the Active Hunt, depending on the outcome surrounding SCP-7083-5, 19 or all of the SCP-7083-2 instances appear alive once more outside of the site, returned to their lives with no memory of the time lost within SCP-7083. Through the administration of mnestics, the Foundation has learned from the affected individuals that the longer one remains in SCP-7083, the stronger the drive becomes to kill proactively, going out of their way to hunt SCP-7083-3 instances and their fellow prisoners. This is believed to be a combination of stress and a latent cognitohazard that heightens the aggression of the trapped SCP-7083-2 instances. MTF-Theta-42 must undergo regular screenings for any side of cognitohazardous effects upon returning from their patrols. The suddenness of this aggression varies by individual and has been noted to cause the splintering of the initial teams far earlier than is required by SCP-7083. (See the SCP-7083-5 entry for further information.) A SCP-7083-3a Instance SCP-7083-3 is the designation for the spontaneously generated animals that appear after the arrival of SCP-7083-2. They closely resemble the typical fauna of the area SCP-7083 manifests, most commonly taking the forms of predators and large herbivores that live in the region. These instances differ from baseline variants in behavioral patterns. Firstly, all SCP-7083-3 instances lack any inborn fear of humans, attacking them on sight without any attempts at commonly understood warning displays or intimidation tactics. Secondly, while the instances follow baseline predator-prey patterns amongst themselves, they will break off any combat upon scenting, sighting, or otherwise detecting a human presence. Thirdly, most commonly seen amongst predatory instances, even amongst species that do not regularly engage in pack-hunting or communal habitation, they are drawn to areas already prevalent with their own kind and move throughout SCP-7083 in unison. The current iteration exemplifies this with a pack of five instances resembling Kodiak bears that often engage with MTF-Theta-42 patrols. Once a day, a unique instance of SCP-7083-3, designated SCP-7083-3a, will appear within the arena, referred to by interviewed SCP-7083-2's as a "Elite", which they claim they feel compelled to hunt down and kill immediately. These SCP-7083-3a instances differ from the baseline instances in a variety of ways. Most commonly, they manifest as baseline predatory instances with greater size, damage resistance, enhanced stealth, lethality, or speed. Rarely, the SCP-7083-3a instances have resembled living nonnative species, extinct species, or common descriptions of local cryptids. If not killed, the 3a instances proliferate as the mechanism that manifests them appears to function without any overarching oversight. Current 3a instances include a Persian leopard, an American lion, and an altered musk ox that has managed to evade capture or termination by Foundation forces. All SCP-7083-3 instances vanish upon death, leaving behind carefully prepared pieces of meat and cured hide for SCP-7083-2's usage and a set number of credits. Testing has confirmed that the produced material matches the genetic markers of the species of the slain instance. An SCP-7083-4 instance SCP-7083-4: is the designation for vending machines found at random points across SCP-7083. They are silver with green accents, with the words "ⱯⱯaondertainment's All-Purpose Arsenal" displayed across the right side of the machine. This DR. Wondertainment produc + Incident-7083-1 - hide Interviewed: Dr. Wondertainment and Arcadia Legal Representatives. Interviewers: Researcher Abigail Wekt, Junior Researcher Michael Tate Foreword: In the middle of transcribing the SCP-7083 article, Researcher Wekt got a phone call on her phone which was followed by a voicemail claiming to be from Dr. Wondertainment Legal Department. She proceeded to turn the call to speaker mode and began recording the following conversation. <Begin Log, 15 May 201█> Dr. Wondertainment LR: ….we would hope that you get in contact with us, as friendly relationships are what we seek to covet at all times. Researcher Wekt: Hello? Dr. Wondertainment LR: Is this Ms. Wekt? Researcher Wekt: Yes, how did yo- Dr. Wondertainment LR: That isn't important. I am calling you to inform you that you are on the verge of publishing libel. Researcher Wekt: I'm sorry? Dr. Wondertainment LR: That is appreciated, Miss, but that does not change the fact that you and, therefore, the Foundation is infringing upon the good name of Dr. Wondertainment. Junior Researcher Tate: Can you explain what this is about, please? Dr. Wondertainment LR: Ah, are you with Legal? No matter, this call is about the article currently resting upon your computer regarding the "VVondertainment's Wild Hunt" television series and the spurious claim that our company has anything to do with the event or the mechanisms stored within the connecting site. Researcher Wekt: You aren't? Dr. Wondertainment LR: No! Bloodsport hasn't been in as a form of child entertainment since at least the ‘50s. We at Dr. Wondertainment stay on the cutting edge of fun and merrymaking. We would never have a direct hand in something of this caliber. Junior Researcher Tate: You're claiming whoever is behind this is, what, stealing your IP? Dr. Wondertainment LR: Aping our IP. We are a universal top-selling brand. Even bootlegs sell wonders. Though why anyone thought this would pass muster is beyond me. Though… it does appear to have tricked you, eggheads, at the Foundation… hmmm… Junior Researcher Tate: Why is that? The name? Dr. Wondertainment LR: That should have been obvious. What are you paying that one, Ms. Wekt? It might be more than they deserve. No, there is one glaring problem with the branding of the Vendors. Researcher Wekt: That being? Dr. Wondertainment LR: Well… it's green obviously. Researcher Wekt: So, back to your original point, you want us to remove reference to your organization regarding this SCP? Dr. Wondertainment LR: Yes, quick and easy without resorting to legal beat-em-ups. Though… if you could name the party that is using our branding without our consent, I can promise we are Dr. Wondertainment will be ever so grateful. Researcher Wekt: I believe that could be arrang- Arcadia LR: There won't be any need for that. We here at Arcadia are willing to clear up this problem. Researcher Wekt: How did- Dr. Wondertainment LR: Now that legal is involved, you are finally willing to parlay. That is a naughty thing to do there, boys. Arcadia LR: We are willing to offer a number of forms of restitution for our associate's rather… propriety-infringing sense of humor. Researcher Wekt: Your associate? Who are you working wi- Dr. Wondertainment LR: It's a battle royale, Miss. What form of media is most closely tied to that affair any longer? Video games. What little group of troublemakers do you know that loves those? Outside of our friends here, of course. Slow on the uptake these ones. Arcadia LR: Oh, absolutely. Would you like a cut of the profits offered by our financier, preferential ad time, or sponsored products within the Vendors? All are on the table, as long as this curtails any further talk of legal recourse. Dr. Wondertainment LR: I would have to take this to the higher-ups, but this could lead to a beneficial compromise. What items would you be interested in for the Vendors? Researcher Wekt: Excuse me… Dr. Wondertainment LR: Oh, apologies, Miss, you are no longer needed. We apologize for the inconvenience. Arcadia LR: Have a good day. The sound of Wekt's phone hanging up is heard. Junior Researcher Tate: The fuck was that? <End Log> Closing Statement: Foundation personnel removed references to Dr. Wondertainment's involvement in SCP-7083 outside of the emergent deal between the organization and Arcadia. The following week all Foundation personnel awoke to find a purple-foil-wrapped thank-you basket resting next to their bedsides. GAW came under further scrutiny by Foundation watchdogs, though it is believed the person currently employed by Arcadia and the "Financier" is a breakaway element, likely a single individual. These machines were made to mimic the branding and whimsical stylization of Dr. Wondertainment products, but the true manufacturer is believed to be a rogue element of the GAW. Through the usage of credits, SCP-7083-2 instances can purchase weaponry, ammunition, body armor, healing items, miscellaneous additional gear, and notably, "power-ups", and even the ability to resurrect one of the fallen SCP-7083-2 instances. However, it requires the purchaser to have formerly been on the same team as the individual. The power-ups are varied, but all grant the user minor physical upgrades such as increased strength, speed, endurance, damage reduction, etc. The exact number of effects has yet to be cataloged. Occasionally, when purchasing an item, the Vendor will create a powerful anomalous version of the item. Interviewed SCP-7083-2 referred to these as "Legendaries." "Legendary" weapons and armor pieces have outlandish names that are displayed by a hologram when picked up. Examples include Wondertainment's Wallbanger, the Mesh that Hates, Homerunner, and Ion's Immolator. These items gave their wielders advantages against their opponents, such as limitless ammo, elemental infusion, superhuman strength, immunity to small arms fire, and terrain manipulation, just to name a handful of abilities mentioned by the interviewees. These items would vanish after three days, regardless of if the purchaser had gotten a chance to use them or not. This disallowed hoarding of overpowered weaponry and meant that such items, if rewarded, would need to be used effectively and immediately, further heightening the aggression of the one in possession of them. Credits, as mentioned above, are the only way to receive new gear that isn't taken off another SCP-7083-2 instance, and to gain credits, all an individual has to do is kill. Killing another individual rewarded the highest amount of credits, followed by SCP-7083-3a instances, predatory SCP-7083-3 instances, and herbivorous SCP-7083-3 instances. SCP-7083-5 is the designation given to the entity that manifests within SCP-7083 once only five SCP-7083-2 instances remain. At that point, regardless of if any individuals remain on teams, they are separated and teleported to the edge of the internal area of SCP-7083. SCP-7083-5 appears in the direct center of the arena, outside of the cabin. Interviewed SCP-7083-2 instances claimed to immediately know exactly where they had to go in reference to the cabin and were compelled to kill anything that got in their way of doing so. The SCP-7083-5 instances are immense beings with wildly varying forms, no two have looked the same, and each has shown a varied mixture of defense and abilities that they use to slaughter the SCP-7083-2 instances. Some are recognizable enemies from various popular video games, and others show signs of cyberization or mutations in line with Sarkic manipulations. The Active Hunt ends when either SCP-7083-5 is killed or all remaining SCP-7083-2 instances die. In the latter scenario, the former entity continues to stalk the interior of SCP-7083 until the area teleports to a new locale. In the former, the remaining SCP-7083-2 instance enters the cabin and vanishes without a trace, unlike all other SCP-7083-2 instances. Foundation personnel attempted numerous times to follow the winner inside the cabin but were rebuffed by thaumic wards that caused the afflicted personnel to fall unconscious after sudden and acute blood loss from their eyes, nose, and ears. That was until Agent Maldanis (See connected Exploration Log for more information). List of Notable Hunts: Length/"Season" Location SCP-7083-5 Manifestation Winner Additional Notes 23rd June 201█ - 14th Jan 201█ Season 2 Northern Scotland, two kilometers up the coast from Inverhope. A six-meter-long hybrid of an eagle and wildcat that closely resembled the Griffin model in the game The Witcher 3. It was immune to small-arms fire and was observed playing with the SCP-7083-2 instances it killed, maiming them and watching as they bled out or were killed by other individuals. Jerimiah Banks, United States Special Forces Sniper He killed the SCP-7083-5 instance from cover using an anomalous sniper rifle: designation unknown. He buried the other members of the final five before entering the Cabin. Designation: MIA This hunt was the first the Foundation was made aware of and the longest to date. As it was still in the early stages, the kidnapped individuals attempted to find any way out that didn't involve killing each other. The five teams became entrenched, and the ruins of their "civilizations" can still be found in ensuing SCP-7083 iterations. 1st Jan 201█ - 4th Apr 201█ Season 9 Interior of Gibson Desert Nature Reserve, Western Territory, Australia. A 4-meter tall elephantine entity with clear Sarkic mutation, three trunks ending in grasping claws, barbed pallid red flesh, serrated tusks, and other superficial mutations. It could propel concentrated streams of caustic gas from its trunks which melted flesh on contact. Laura Inkisi, a Congolese African Wildlife Defense Force Ranger. She killed the SCP-7083-5 instance using a series of explosive pit fall traps and an anomalous sword: designation unknown. She was undergoing the effect of the entity's caustic breath when she stumbled through the door of the Cabin. Designation: MIA The Foundation noticed a recurring trend of Sarkic-based manifestations of SCP-7083-5 began following this Hunt, which was only broken during four "seasons" since. 3rd Oct 201█-21st Dec. 201█ Season 13 Vale do Javari, Amazonias, Brazil. A three-headed 8-meter-long caiman covered in Sarkic runes, exposed muscle, and oozing pustules alongside other minor mutations. It was able to electrocute anything that came in contact with its skin. None. All remaining SCP-7083-2 instances died during the fight against this manifestation of SCP-7083-5. All instances were tracked down following the end of the Hunt, having no memory of the event as expected. The individual closest to succeeding, Julia Vargos, US Combat Medic, mentioned a feeling of unexplainable loss and deep embarrassment during the investigation. Julia Vargos had been killed by the accidental firing of her last opponent's weapon as he was consumed. Ms. Vargos has been hiding in a tree, preparing to fire upon the SCP-7083-5 manifestation, and the misfire grazed her, causing her to fall and snap her neck. This was the first time that the Foundation observed SCP-7083 with no victor following the Hunt period. Foundation forces continued to observe the SCP-7083-5 instance, with termination put on hold as it wasn't known what would happen if personnel killed the entity during this state. 13th March 202█ - 6th July 202█ Season 21 Manhattan, New York, USA A 12-meter-long anaconda-like serpent with pallid white skin, no eyes, and no bones, allowing it to squeeze into sewer grates and under doorways. Its bite caused the rapid ossification of the victim's skin, turning them into statues of bone. Harold Westlin, a professional American Football lineman. Mr. Westlin didn't kill the SCP-7083-5 instance. His fellow contestant, Amano Ren, a professional hitman, had struck the killing blow with Wondertainment's Wallbanger (A gun that shoots a literal wall at something) by sticking their arm in its mouth and pulling the trigger. Ren had believed Mr. Westlin was already dead from a bite. Yet, the man had broken his own petrified arm off, empowered by the anomalous body armor he had been wearing, and proceeded to bludgeon Mr. Amano to death with it before crawling into the awaiting cabin. Designation: MIA. This was the first Hunt that took place in a populated area. The site's intangibility and invisibility meant that regular civilians were able to funnel through the area without coming to harm. The SCP-7083-2 instances, however, could see other people, and the first several days of the hunt were spent by the various teams attempting to get the attention of the people around them; to no avail. The Foundation still set up a cordon around the area and put out a cover story about a bureaucratic mishap that had left an area of streets under constant construction for the foreseeable future. 2nd Nov. 202█ - 15th February 202█ Season 22 The Alaskan/Yukon Territory Border A 5-meter tall polar bear-like entity with heavy cyberization. It was able to produce a magnetic field that allowed it to briefly repel bullets, a sonic cannon that could shatter bone, and heated titanium claws. No signs of Sarkic mutation, but "Lenin" was etched into its forehead in Cyrillic. Agent Geoffrey Maldanis. He killed the SCP-7083-5 instance by feeding it a miniature nuclear warhead, designation: Fat Boy, and recorded his entrance into the cabin. Designation: MIA. Agent Maldanis's experiences and the discovery of SCP-7083's owner are documented below. + Agent Maldanis Exploration Log - hide Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 1st Nov. 202█ - 15th February 202█ Exploration Team: Agent Maldanis Solo-Expedition. Subject: Exploration of Interior of Active SCP-7083. DATE: 1st Nov. 202█ NOTE: The exploration log began after Agent Maldanis made contact with Mobile Outpost 106's lead researcher Morgan Tathers about an email. —— [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Tathers: You wished to see me, Agent? Agent Maldanis: Yes, Ma’am, we've been looking for an in on the central cabin in 7083, right? Dr. Tathers: Yes, why do you ask? Agent Maldanis: Well, Ma’am, it seems like I just got a personal invitation to the party. Agent Maldanis gestures to the terminal before him, where an email sits open, holding an audio bar and a pulsing bit of text that reads: LEARN MORE! The email was sent by the Arcadia Hiring Office. Agent Maldanis: Take a listen. He hits play. Arcadia Spokesperson: Hey there, GEOFFREY MALDANIS! You've been a Foundation MTF Agent for ten years. Hasn't the job gotten stale? Don't you want to test yourself? To step into the arena and return what it means to truly be alive?! After so long, things over here have also started getting stale, so we need some… new blood to enter the mix. We're hiring for the blood-pumpingest, adrenaline-chargingest, mind-alteringest job out there! You and I already know you're skilled. Why not prove it to the world? Only one will be left standing. Will it be you? Click below to learn more! -Sponsored by Arcadia. Agent Maldanis: Thought I should wait before clicking the beeping neon waver there. What do you think? Dr. Tathers: A unique opportunity, perhaps the only one we’ll get. Go get outfitted. I will contact Command and see what they think. Agent Maldanis: Understood. NOTE: It was decided that Agent Maldanis would enter SCP-7083, and after being outfitted with a video camera and voice recorder, he was told to click the "Learn More" tab. The moment he clicked it, he vanished. Further corroboration is required to understand if this is the baseline mode of transporting individuals to SCP-7083. Agent Maldanis made contact the next day, shortly after SCP-7083-1 went live. Foundation personnel was disallowed to enter the site to not interfere with Agent Maldanis's mission, and he was to be kept under observation through the use of SCP-7083-1. 2nd Nov. 202█: Day 1. They, whoever "they" are, took the camera — so going to be relying on the recorder for the time being. They were "kind" enough to give me and the other contestants winter combat gear outside of the standard cache. Not sure where we are; just know it’s freezing. Snow goes up to my shins. Trying to find someplace to bunker down. The others are spooked, obviously. Well, almost all of them. There's one, a Chinese woman late thirties. She's oddly calm about the whole situation. Will report more after we get to safety. Signing off. 3rd Nov. 202█: Day 2. We finally found someplace to rest. Copse of pine trees, the woman I spoke about set up a blind to shield us from the wind and sight. Spotted a few SCP-7083-3 instances on the way here. Looked like wolves. Saw us, so I imagine a whole pack of them are on their way. I made sure we set up a watch. It felt odd, but I chose to learn who the other SCP-7083-2 instances are and where they are from. The Chinese woman's name is Zhao Ai. She's very tight-lipped about her origin and seems put off that we can all understand her. I think she's military. The others are in no particular order: Molly Briggman, an American firefighter out of Brooklyn, was a combat medic in Syria. Likes to talk. Might be nerves. Paulo Dalikos, Italian, a "fixer" working in the Iberian and Italian theaters. Has that look about him. The one where you feel unsafe putting your back to him. Gonna need to keep an eye. Iveta Reznyaha, Russian, is an Olympian-level trap shooter. Currently crying herself to sleep. Felt weird asking them this stuff. End of the day, they all need to die so I can get what I need. And with that dark thought, signing off. 5th Nov. 202█: Day 4. SCP-7083-3 instances attacked all day yesterday, at least fifty of them. Wolves and black bears. Had to make makeshift spears. Dalikos was wounded. Had to break camp and move on, but between the five of us, we now have a moderate pile of credits. Or had. Found one of the SCP-7083-4s today. It had batteries for the recorder in it. So they know what I'm doing. Purchased healing items and an assault rifle. Others similarly stocked up. Going to make camp a bit back from the Vendor and see if anyone else shows. Signing off. 7th Nov. 202█: Day 6. Ran into another team finally. Briggman attempted to parlay. He lost an ear. Zhao and Iveta downed one of theirs, and I winged one. He… he was Chaos Insurgency, wearing the patch emblazoned on his helmet. Only shot at me after I popped up cause he didn't like seeing my tags. A pleasant tune interrupts him as an ad begins to play both to and from the Recorder. Hungry but don't want to leave the stream in case you miss a carnage-filled moment? Try Ambrose-To-Go! Fantastical Flavors and Eldritch Eats at your Finger Tips! Ambrose Restaurants, We Make the Anomalous Appetizing! The ad ends. The fuck was th-? Right, guess we should expect more of that going forward. Doc was wondering what they meant by "new blood". I have a hunch. Signing off. 16th Nov. 202█: Day 15. Dalikos and Iveta are dead. But so are four other people from one of the other teams. Not the insurgencies, unfortunately. Briggman got his hands on a grenade launcher. Enough said there. But in the mayhem, Iveta went down. Dalikos had shot her in the back of the skull, thought no one would notice in the chaos. Pity him. A tune plays, and Agent Maldanis pauses. If you enjoy this show, we invite you to watch our associate's programming. Cooking with Karcist, Flip that Mecha, and Calypso's Isle are just a few of the prime television they offer at VKTM. Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, They're here for you! The ad ends That is constant, by the way. I've had to bury this thing in my backpack under a bunch of MREs and bandages just to keep it quiet when we are on the move. What was I talking about again… Right. This place…we know it changes people. Makes them more prone to murder. Just didn't think it would be this quick. Told Ai and Briggman. They agreed - no place in this game for snakes. Domed him while he slept. Felt right. I…have to pay attention to the watch. 3a instance was spotted sniffing around the battlefield. Signing off. 12th Dec. 202█: Day 27. Apologies, been difficult. Two teams decided to work together against the three of us. Leader of the alliance screamed about me being a "Jailer" when I kneecapped him. Other one had clockwork eyes, but they ran off. Hunch confirmed. They're recruiting from GoI's now. It… it is getting hard not to want to go out and hunt things down. Ten against three, and I longed for the fight. Could see it in the others too. Briggman was a talker, a sweet guy who kept us patched up. He doesn't talk much anymore, except about hunting the -3s. Ai is handling it best. She’s opened up to us, mainly me, over the fire when we kept watch. People's Liberation Army, definitely seen combat before, but won't say where. She's funny in her own way. Finally got one of those "legendary" weapons out of a Vendor. Ion's Immolator. Flash-burns anything it hits. Planning on going after a -3a with it tomorrow. Hope we run across that Insurgency fucker. Signing off. 25th Dec. 202█: Day 40. Merry Christmas! Briggman died. Scouting out a cave, looking for shelter from the blizzard outside. -3s got him, three polar bears. Ai and I killed them. He had heart. We shouldn't make him relive this when it's over. Another ad begins to play, and the Agent stops talking. Cursed doll haunting your attic? Family heirloom angry about your life choices? Your Tarot deck only conveying doom in your future? We're here to help. MC&D is willing to buy your cursed curios! Find no better prices anywhere. Just give us a call at 555-031-MCND. The Agent makes no comment about the ad and simply continues his thoughts. We put his gear outside the entrance, along with the meat, see if it attracts any scavengers. If Ai can be patient, then so can I. This place. It almost makes you hungry for the kill. We can't starve, but on the days when we find nothing… there is this ache in my stomach, like hunger pains. I can ignore it, hold it back for now, but… He falls silent for several minutes. My turn for watch. Signing off. 26th Dec. 202█: Day 41 The trap worked. 3rd Jan. 202█: Day 49 I'm in trouble. Apparently, while you can't starve or off yourself in this place, you can get hypothermia. Long story short, I fell in a river. Another long story short, we've got a new teammate. Ryan, the person with clockwork eyes from before, a Mekhanite. The Insurgency's team wiped out the rest of their alliance. Ai made a pact with them. Didn't have a say. She's been looking after the both of us. This place… it changes more than you’d think. Perspective comes quick. Bonds form fast or break even faster. She…I don't want to have to kill her at the end of this. 18th Jan. 202█: Day 64 I think. Ryan died. Pit trap - fell in before Ai, or I could stop them. Screams brought -3s, Moose, bout a dozen of them. Had to stop it. Shot Ryan. An ad plays. She calls to you. She is already part of your everyday life. Without her, where would we be? She calls to you, and so do we. Join us at the Church of Maxwellism, found wherever the grace of WAN's connection can be felt. It ends with Agent Maldanis not acknowledging it once more. Had to. I… I don't like the rush I got. 31st Jan. 202█: Day: What Does it Matter. There are only five of us left. Happened while we were asleep. The cabin is calling us. My thoughts are filled with killing the others. To hunt them, to prove that I am the apex. The Insurgent still lives. I can feel it in my blood. I will not let him beat me. None of them will beat me! I… can I kill Ai? 5th Feb. 202█: Day Lost Track. I saw it. The SCP-7083-5 Manifestation. It's massive. A bear wrapped in metal and sparking wires. It attacked two of the remaining combatants while they were fighting. I had planned to kill them from afar, unseen. It slaughtered them. Complete carnage. It… it was glorious. That leaves just me, Ai, and the Insurgent… I need to hunt. I need to find a Vendor. 15th Feb. 202█: Day: The End. It's over. They're all dead. The beast, the Insurgent, Ai… Not sure how I am still breathing. It… it wants me to come inside. But the rest of the noise in my head is…clearing. I hope. I got lucky. Vendor had a miniature nuclear device, like the ones in that one video game. Fed it to the -5, along with the insurgent's body. Shot its eyes out beforehand, and it went berserk. The Insurgent nearly had me, but Ai… took the bullet for me. Blew his fucking head off with the shotgun I'd bought. Insurgent down, -5 down. Just Ai left. She smiled at me as I pointed the pistol. I want this to be over. NOTE: At this point, contact was lost with Agent Maldanis as he entered the cabin. SCP-7083-1 ended as per the norm. MTF-Theta-42 entered SCP-7083 and made their way to the cabin, discovering that they could enter the cabin. Inside, they found signs of a scuffle and his recorder resting in the center of a polished oaken table. No other sign of Agent Maldanis could be found. [End Log] NOTE: The normal cycle of SCP-7083 was further disrupted as an audio message was emailed to Dr. Tathers. This message is recorded below: To: Dr. Tathers From: The Financier Subject: The Hunt You've been watching us for some time now, and we you. You interrupted our work once before, so we… adapted to the changing times. We rebuilt our crucible. We brought back the majesty of the Hunt, of Battle, of True Humanity! With a few quirks here and there to keep it interesting to the mind-numb sheep you have allowed our people to become. And now one of yours has joined the fold. Not your best, but he will do. The Family is proud to count him among us. But this time of trial is over; the Architect is ready. So we won't keep you waiting any longer. My friends, if you would? ANNOUNCING: Season 23: The Black Battlegrounds The Hunt continues with Season 23, but we've really upped the ante with these ones, folks! Hold on to the edge of your seats because the fights start Now! Well…close to now. The Sigil The video ended with this sigil flickering across the screen. Closing Statement Following the announcement, Mobile Outpost 106 prepared for SCP-7083 to move locations. Instead, their sensors detected the sudden manifestation of three new instances of SCP-7083. The first at Point Nemo3 in the Pacific Ocean, the second at the bottom of Veryovkina Cave in Abkhazia/Georgia4 and the last in the middle of the Sea of Tranquility on Luna. Foundation personnel are en route to each of these locations, and the SCP-7083-1 instances are slated to begin within 24 hrs of reporting. The Financier is now believed to be a current or former member of the Black Lodge, a Neo-Sarkic organization with a focus on strength and battle. The victors of SCP-7083 are now believed to have been indoctrinated into the service of the Lodge. An investigation into the matter is pending. Footnotes 1. Eagle 2. Arcadia 3. Point Nemo 4. Veryovkina ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7083" by Arclund, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7083. Licensed under CC-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: Snowy Mt. 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SCP-7084 | esoteric-class | Use this form to amend your previously filed tax return in the event of a containment breach. close Info X Let me tell you how it will be There's one for you, 19 for me 'Cause I'm the taxman Yeah, I'm the taxman ( Taxman - The Beatles ) SCP-7084- I don't care who the IRS sends I am not paying taxes (click the "DATA CORRUPT", if that wasn't obvious.) I have an author page now! NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document has been infected by the anomaly that it describes. To whichever site has experienced a breach and has not filed SCP-7084, our organization, and humanity as a whole, depend on you. The Foundation's Legal Department and the Department of Miscommunications are currently trying to stop and contain the spread of SCP-7084. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA //DATA CORRUPTED// Object Class: Item#: SCP-7084 Level5 Containment Class: uncontained Secondary Class: endeminis Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo SCHEDULE C (Form 7084) Containment Breach Attach to Form 1040, 1040-SR, 1040-NR, or 1041; partnerships must generally file Form 1065. Department of the Treasury - Internal Revenue Service Tax Year: 2023 General Instructions: Use this form to amend your previously filed tax return in the event of a containment breach. //DATA CORRUPTED// Special Containment Procedures: Any site having recently experienced a containment breach should immediately check for manifestations of SCP-7084 instances, file them accordingly, and submit the file to RAISA for review. Foundation operatives covertly embedded within various branches of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) across the United States are to remain informed of any indications of recent containment breaches.1 Embedded agents are to destroy discovered IRS documents relating to security breaches after IRS internal processing, and all non-Foundation personnel exposed to the contents of such documents are to undergo amnesticization.2 In case of an SCP-7084 outbreak, several foundation-operated AIs are to create files for SCP-7084 to infect, to prevent the destruction of other, important files. Part I: Identifying Information: Please enter your name, address, and employer identification number (EIN) exactly as they appeared on your original tax return. Failure to provide accurate information may result in delays or errors in processing your amended return. Name of Site Director. If fae, leave blank: _______________ Foundation Site, including specialization: _______________ Site Address (If Site does not physically exist, leave blank.) _______________ City, town or post office, state, and ZIP code: _______________ Social security number (SSN): _______________ Is the Site temporary or newly established since the last annual tax form? [ ] Yes [ ] No Did you “materially participate” in the operation of this Site during 2023? If “No,” see instructions for limit on losses: [ ] Yes [ ] No Method of Accounting: [ ] Cash [ ] EVECoin [ ] Pixie Dust [ ] Actuakivas [ ] Human Blood [ ] Stillborn Children [ ] Religious Totems [ ] Limbs (Please Specify: _______________) [ ] Other (Please Specify: _______________) //DATA CORRUPTED// Description: SCP-7084 refers to an anomalous phenomenon involving the manifestation of tax papers after events that result in notable expenditure of Foundation resources, primarily containment breaches. The papers materialize within the affected organization's financial department or relevant administrative area. SCP-7084 will typically appear within 24 hours following a breach. The manifestation process of SCP-7084 is spontaneous and occurs regardless of the physical location or time of the breach.3 The papers resemble standard tax documents, including forms, schedules, and annual statements. Upon examination, the contents of SCP-7084 appear to be genuine tax-related documents associated with individuals directly affected by the breach. The personal details and financial information contained within SCP-7084 are always current and accurately reflect the tax obligations and liabilities of the individuals involved. This includes income statements, deductions, and tax liabilities. In the event that SCP-7084 is not filed and submitted following a breach, internal Foundation files will begin to slowly be replaced with instances of SCP-7084, with preference given to files related to taxes, the IRS, SCP-7084 itself, and financial accounts. Part II: Nature of Breach: Indicate the nature of the containment breach in question. Select the appropriate option from the following. [ ] Physical [ ] Temporal [ ] Digital [ ] SCP-682 [ ] Religious [ ] Thaumaturgical [ ] Conceptual [ ] Paranormal [ ] Other (Please Specify: ____________________) //DATA CORRUPTED// Discovery: SCP-7084 was initially discovered following the breach of 𝐢5790,4 with all information regarding 𝐢5790 being purged. While searching for information regarding 𝐢5790, several records were found related to 𝐢5790 in the IRS archives. Further research lead to thousands of papers about the SCP Foundation and containment breaches. Records indicate that prior to its discovery, personnel have consistently disregarded the anomalous nature of SCP-7084 documents, which have been filed without question since the establishment of the Foundation, unbeknownst to the administration. Since its discovery, SCP-7084 has posed an Amida-Class Disruption to the inner workings of the Foundation. After several years of researching the history of the IRS, many documents related to the SCP Foundation have been uncovered, including the identities of the O5 Council and the Administrator. For more information, please refer to "Further Research". Part III: Statement of Explanation: Please explain the breach and its impact on financial systems, including any relevant dates, parties involved, and an estimated loss of personnel. Attach additional sheets if necessary. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ Calculation of Damages: Quantify the financial damages resulting from the breach. Please include a breakdown of affected financial entities, monetary losses, and any supporting documentation. Attach additional sheets if necessary. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ Part IV: Procedural Compliance: Verify that all necessary containment protocols were followed. Failure to comply with proper procedures may result in disciplinary actions. [ ] Security personnel alerted and on standby. [ ] Isolation and containment measures initiated. [ ] Incident reported to the appropriate containment authority. [ ] Affected systems temporarily shut down or put on restricted access. [ ] Emergency response teams alerted. //DATA CORRUPTED// Notable Examples: Anomaly: SCP-5243 Time: Annual, 09/08 Summary: Every year, several dozen papers related to SCP-5243 manifest throughout the United States. These papers are identical in appearance and content. Anomaly: REDACTED PER PROTOCOL 4000-ESHU Time: █/█/████ Summary: SCP-7084 complied to the nominative hazard of the trees that should not be spoken. Every mention of the lost and quiet forest used a different name. When questioned, a man with fur and long ears did confirm that they pay taxes. Anomaly: SCP-1313 Time: 5/3/2018 Summary: Manifestation of SCP-7084 was discovered due to a grizzly bear attack in Louisville, Kentucky. SCP-7084 included the equation that manifested SCP-1313. Anomaly: SCP-6269 Time: 8/24/2020 Summary: Notably, several papers relating to SCP-6269 manifested without a breach event. These papers implicated the Acquisitions, Engineering, and Human Resources departments in allegations of tax fraud. Anomaly: SCP-6599 Time: 10/10/2021 Summary: SCP-6599-1 materialized within the ████████ Post Office, North Dakota, resulting in substantial damage to the facility. During the incident, SCP-6599-1 vocally expressed its displeasure, stating, "YOU STUPID TAX-FUCKERS TRYING TO INSULT ME? DON'T YOU EVER CALL MY AMAZING MOVES UNPREDICTABLE AND AGGRESSIVE. I AM NOT AGGRESSIVE." The SCP-7084 manifestation related to SCP-6599-1 was discovered in multiple pieces. Part V: Other Expenses: List below expenses not previously mentioned. Attach additional sheets if necessary. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ //DATA CORRUPTED// Further Research: On 9/14/2025, the Foundation started an investigation into the past of the Internal Revenue Service. Through anomalous means, the Foundation has discovered that the existence of the IRS predates the existence of humanity. IRS records include information regarding every known and unknown group of interest. Upon further examination, instances of groups with the identical goal to the IRS have appeared within all civilizations and groups across reality, with the concept of "taxes" having a notable imprint within the noosphere. Further research into the nature of the IRS is an ongoing priority. Part VI: Declaration: Under penalties of perjury, I declare that I have examined this amended return, including accompanying schedules and statements, and to the best of my knowledge and belief, it is true, correct, and complete. Signature: _______________ Date: _____________ There are only two guarantees in life: Death, and taxes. And the O5s have avoided death for way too long. 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SCP-7085 | safe | The entrance to SCP-7085's location. Item #: SCP-7085 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7085 is to be contained in Area-05 inside a containment cell fitted with concrete and shock absorbent padding. Personnel equipped with writable material are to be present in front of SCP-7085 at all times for the retrieval of new emitted information. Information recovered from SCP-7085 is to be cataloged and held in containment until deliberations can be made on its status. Due to its size, SCP-7085-A is to be contained inside a customized humanoid containment cell. They are to be secured in chains strengthened with occult smithing around their torso and limbs to inhibit excessive movement and escape. Due to their cooperation, however, they are allowed minimal recreational privileges. Description: SCP-7085 is a sphere with a radius of 0.5 meters composed of unknown metallic and non-metallic substances. SCP-7085 maintains permanent levitation two meters above the ground and emits an intense light that radiates from its center. Its shape periodically changes in the form of self-compression and elongation, giving it the appearance of a liquid. SCP-7085 emits information that is relayed through the manipulation of the environment and human functions. The information comes in an array of forms such as letters written in different rhyming schemes, mechanical devices being moved in unnatural positions to produce sounds they would normally be unable to make, singing birds that will talk in high-pitched voices, and in dreams that are recorded to have a constant humming noise in the background. Since its discovery in 1851, SCP-7085’s information has consisted of: undecipherable messages, illustrations and descriptions of known and unknown flora and fauna, previously unknown knowledge of anomalies in Foundation containment or control, and instructions to perform and utilize occult practices, thaumaturgy, and sciences of mainstream and anomalous branches. To date, SCP-7085's information has only been delivered to Foundation personnel who have been employed by the Foundation for at least seven years and are a part of the higher echelons within the organization. Prior to its physical discovery, SCP-7085 was thought to only exist as emitted information; however, due to the chance of SCP-7085 being discovered by non-Foundation personnel, the Administrator of the time, Luthor Xander, designated an operational force to discover its origins. Three days after this declaration, SCP-7085 emitted coordinates to its location. In 1852, an expedition force, led by the Administrator, traveled to the location to discern the nature of SCP-7085. Excerpt of personnel ████████ ██████'s accounts of the SCP-7085 expedition force. …It was a grueling two weeks. The Administrator had us traveling in circles for days and made us backtrack our path numerous times just to avoid detection. Some of us were beginning to think he'd gone mad. But no matter how hard it got, we still followed him, as we suffered, he did as well, and it worked. When we finally got there all were accounted for. Not a single one of us had even a scratch to complain about. But when looking back at that moment, I do not know how we knew we were at our destination. It was like all of us just simultaneously knew on instinct that we were there. When we went to the entrance, the pathway was cut off by mist and fog. We were too scared to go any further; most didn't even know why we were there, and those who did were the most frightened. But the Administrator turned around and told us those who wanted to stay will not face any repercussions. He said it sincerely, without coyness or disappointment. After that, even if any of us were still scared, no one was going to let him go in there alone. Not after what he put us through in that journey. If anything was going to kill him, it'd be us. Past the fog was a cave opening on the side of the mountain. Everything else was obscured by fog. After lighting our torches and entering, the feeling can only be described as suffocating. The walls and ground were smooth as calm water. Across them were carvings or pictures of some sort. They weren't amateur either. Every single one of them looked like they were made by a master craftsman. It was like everything around me had a purpose, and with that purpose, it held power. As we entered deeper, we saw a light that forced us to douse our torches, and there it was. It moved up and down in the air with a rhythm, pulsing—beating—and reforming itself over and over. It looked alive. It was an amazing sight, so amazing, in fact, that we didn't notice it until it got up. Just below the orb, obscured by its light, wearing purple and white robes, was a giant. Beside its head was a staff just as tall as it. It must have been sleeping when we got there, or maybe it was waiting. They went towards us, two of its four arms holding their staff. At that moment, I swear, it had the face of death. We took out our weapons, preparing for the battle ahead. But then the Administrator just walked towards it like it was nothing and took out that stick of his and pointed at the thing. The giant suddenly stopped and just stared at him before placing their staff on the ground and kneeled. When it lifted its head again, it was smiling… SCP-7085-A is a 6-meter-tall adolescent humanoid entity possessing androgynous features and exhibits both female and male anatomy. Additionally, it possesses higher durability even for its size, two additional functional arms, and the ability to survive without the need for food and water. SCP-7085-A has extensive knowledge of anomalous phenomena and occult practices and claims to be in possession of further, currently undocumented, anomalous attributes. When SCP-7085 was discovered, it was found to be surrounded by stone carvings and illustrations of unknown design and age. These artworks mainly consist of humans assuming a bowing position before a larger one. While others showcase the smaller humans giving gifts to this same large figure. In the main area where SCP-7085 was discovered, on the ceiling, was a depiction of several figures surrounding one older one holding up a four-armed, multi-eyed child to the sky. Addendum.SCP-7085—Progress Report Since the physical discovery of SCP-7085, the information emitted from it has been more coherent and useful. The ways of receiving this information are also now more direct; either being relayed on nearby writable material or, if applicable, directly into the thoughts of personnel present. A sample of notable information acquired from SCP-7085 is provided below. Designation Information Usage SCP-7085-08 ("Thunder Iron") Information regarding mixing metals, occult, and thaumaturgic materials to create a potent iron alloy. Its thaumaturgic and occult potential exceeds its normal variant, allowing the creation of several rituals and mechanisms that are stronger and more cost-efficient. However, prolonged use with exposed skin can induce a subject to develop a compulsion to eat it. If consumed, the subject would start to become physiology dependent on the alloy to the point where their body would reject food and water. It has been found to be greatly effective in combating Faerie, Proto-Nymph, and Nymph clusters and infestations. Protective clothing for SCP-7085-08 is currently in production. Any personnel discovered showing symptoms of addiction are to be prohibited from any operations that involve SCP-7085-08. SCP-7085-25 ("Schrawn's Mind Breakers") Anti-psionic mechanisms invented by Dr. Schrawn based on information retrieved from SCP-7085. Testing has shown that they can dampen or completely nullify the psionic abilities of both human and non-human entities. Constant exposure—12 to 25 days— can cause damage to the frontal lobe of these individuals, neutralizing them. SCP-7085-25 has been shown to be extremely effective against psionic base groups due to its uniqueness and ability to be used in ambush. GoI-46 ("Marus Family"), who has been openly antagonistic against the Foundation in the past, have been proven effective against them. Further experimentation to diversify this technology is ongoing. SCP-7085-76 ("Lethe Law") A set of mathematical equations and theorems that are based on emotion and imaginative concepts. When correctly utilized, the subject wielding the equation can mathematically turn theoretical and ontological concepts into sentient, physical entities, allowing communication between unproven theories to take place. Due to this, several new anomalous techniques for containment purposes have been invented and utilized. However, when SCP-7085-76's derivatives are used, concepts that are outside current human processing can be learned and understood. Several research attempts to further understand these derivatives had to be halted due to the appearance of several extinct species, the disappearance of personnel's spines, and the emergence of [REDACTED]. All safe information derived from the SCP-7085-76 is currently being implemented to further strengthen Foundation operations. Currently, no further testing will be done on SCP-7085-76. All miscellaneous knowledge to use it is currently being transferred to the secure storage facility TUMBA. Foreword: The interview was recorded with a primitive occult recording device known as a worm wheel. The footage is damaged and sound may sometimes cease at random intervals. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7085-A's arms and legs are chained to the back wall of the containment cell while several personnel are performing tests and measurements on them. SCP-7085-A remains unmoving as this occurs. The Administrator sits on the opposite side of the room, tapping their foot. Administrator: Answer my questions. SCP-7085-A: I have already answered these. Why not ask your men what I said? I have other things I wish to discuss with you. Administrator: I want to hear them with my own ears, not from a machine. Now, answer me. Who are you? SCP-7085-A: Fine, I will play this game of yours. To answer your question—what am I— is complicated. In the past, I have been given many titles: the original Philosopher, KilLan, Bringer of the New Dawn, but I think the one you want is my truest one. When I was born my creators deemed me the Oracle, the first and last of the Homunculi. Administrator: Oracle, like the myths? So you can see the future? SCP-7085-A: First, myths you speak of are nothing but tall tales, and, yes, but not in the way you are thinking. It takes days to prepare myself for a vision, and even then, it still might not work. For when they do come, they come in the form of glimpses and checkered pieces. They are more akin to a fractured memory than anything else. In the past, they were much clearer. It would have been as if I was watching this conversion from just outside the window. But back then I was younger, too. Administrator: Back then? When was the last time you had one of these visions? SCP-7085-A: About 60 years ago. It was of a dying star, reduced to almost nothing, crashing down into the ocean. It was quite sad watching it. It traveled such a great distance to just die alone without anybody even noticing it. Some might consider that a blessing, others hell. What do you think? Administrator: Stop trying to change the subject. Hm, homunculi…I've seen Homunculi before, they don't talk—they can't—and they aren't as coy and smug as you. You are no homunculus. SCP-7085-A: And who are you to determine that? You, who knows nothing of what true homunculus is. I have seen this world's current process of creating homunculi, and it's nothing but a farce. To make a true homunculus, a true human, one must have a human soul. Not a stolen one, but one forged in the cradle of life and death. An art lost to you. Well, lost to you now. Your predecessors have tried many times to replicate one. The heads were always too big if I remember correctly. Administrator: You talk like you knew of us before we even came there. SCP-7085-A: Of course, I knew of you! When you can see the future, what do you think the dreams are like? The events of this world are my escape and nightmare. And your Foundation is peculiar indeed. You were destined for greatness until you weren't. Lately, fate has been out of your favor until the Engine called you. And I must say you have been busy. Not a hint of slothfulness when it comes to the Engine. How diligent of you. Administrator: So you were waiting for us! How long were you there? How long? SCP-7085-A: Ah, there it is. That face. When you first awoke me, I thought you were intruders. But when you took out that wand and pointed at me, I must say, I felt a shiver. You were actually going to try to kill me, weren't you? Where did you get that, by the way? Did you carve it yourself? I sense great power from it, or maybe from its wielder. Administrator: Answer the question. SCP-7085-A: I cannot answer that. All I can tell you is that it was a long time. A very long time. You are not the first inheritors to appear, you know? Administrator: Inheritors? What are you talking about? SCP-7085-A: Yes, inheritors, the Engine or the S C P-A, or am I the A? Your cataloging system is confusing. You should stick to numbers. Well, anyways, it chose you. Many groups, ones that can make you look like ants, were given this mantle. All were chosen, but none were worthy enough to claim it. Then here comes you, the Administrator, and the Foundation. Out of all the kingdoms and empires of this world, it chose you. Administrator: So, you're telling us that this orb, this Engine, picked us out of everybody in the world to come to take it out of that cave? Am I getting it right? SCP-7085-A: You can believe what you want, but it will not change reality, Administrator. I once had your sentiment as well. Why you? Why small, weak, you? But I think I know why now. Unlike your predecessors, you fear the Engine. I see it in your face every time you mention it. You do not see it as a tool to further your power, but as a weapon. You fear its potential and its hold on you already. It brought you out of the darkness, but it can put you right back into it if one is not careful. Haha, your disposition makes you wonderful inheritors! But you have only scratched the surface of what it can do. Administrator: And what can it do? SCP-7085-A: Anything. Administrator: Ridiculous. SCP-7085-A: I do not lie. Can you not hear its song for you? Maybe you're not ready to realize its true worth then. But know this, I am an ally. I was created to serve humanity, and what I see in you is nothing but that. Administrator: What are you talking about? SCP-7085-A: I can see your weariness as clear as day. And even then, when granted great power, you do not succumb to it, you think of your fellow man first. [Smiles] You'll come around. Administrator: Stop acting as if you know me, self-proclaimed homunculus. I do not trust you. SCP-7085-A: No. Maybe not now, but in the future, I hope you see that your and my goals are not so different. And that you would stop examining me. Indeed, they are very thorough. Administrator: What makes you so confident that will happen? SCP-7085-A: What makes so sure that it wouldn't? Administrator: Smug and coy. You're wasting my time. We're through. SCP-7085-A: Gone already? I was enjoying our conversation! But, oh, one more thing though. Administrator: What? SCP-7085-A: May I have my staff back, please? It is very important to me. Administrator: No. [END LOG] SCP-7085, to date, has continued to increase its informational output to the point where transfer to a larger facility has been proposed to store SCP-7085 and the information obtained from it. This proposal has been given more initiative as several cracks and damages were found in the interior of its containment area. Addendum.SCP-7085—Incidents On July 28th, 1852, 87 members of the Marus Family appeared at provisional Site-03 demanding the return of property confiscated by Foundation forces in previous raids. When the Foundation did not respond, they attacked the site, killing the majority of personnel and capturing the rest. To deescalate the situation, mediators from the Foundation, Joshua Cambred and Jerlamarel Voss, were escorted by armed forces to negotiate terms of peace. GoI-46 ("Marus Family") Debrief — GoI-46 ("Marus Family") Debrief GoI-46 is a psionic group that is consisted of blood relatives. They were once based around Eurasia until the main family moved to North America around 1728 to 1730. Since then, they have been acquiring and experimenting with various anomalies, including themselves. They are known to be highly aggressive to outsiders and have proven to possess great insight into combat tactics, specifically those of the occult and psionic kind. Due to this, they have been in conflict against Foundation since its founding and are considered a high-class threat. After 14 hours of no contact from the diplomacy team sent to Site-03 came, the Administrator assembled a party of personnel equipped with new anti-psionic weaponry. The account of the event by one of the surviving personnel captured, Jerlamarel Voss, is provided below. The Marus family. I heard old tales of their barbarism and "warrior" spirit in Europe and the Middle East. Hair with the color of fire with skin pale as snow. Fools in civilized society, geniuses in the field of battle. When we arrived there, the bodies were already laid across the site's ground. They were torn apart and pulverized into ground meat. I saw one of them eating the remains. When we finally met the main sect and try to explain who we were, they just laughed and laughed at us. Well, until Don came. Don Kreed Marus was an ogre of a man. Eight feet tall, muscle-bound from neck to toe, with scars running throughout his face and body. He didn't say a word when he reached out his hand and crushed Joshua's back. That's when the screaming started. I was thrown against the ground and watched as they ripped and shredded my friends with their minds. When they had their fill of carnage, they had my hands smashed and tied me up right in front of the building with the others. They told me they wanted us to see what they were about to do to the people coming to get us. I know the Marus family and the Foundation were never on good terms, really, the Foundation wasn't on any good terms with anybody given our state back then. But still, to think they'll go this far. Because this wasn't just some excursion to prove a point. The elders, the children, the adults, and even their inbred mutants roamed around the site. They were planning to start a war with us and win it. It's embarrassing, given my position, but I gave up and thought we were all going to be killed and eaten like cattle. I sat there, accepting my fate like the coward I was until the sky ripped. They came pouring down like it was an act from God. With their weapons ready, Red-Right Hand had landed with the Administrator right in front. I heard of his old name before he was promoted in the Foundation— the Hero of Five worlds, the one who saved the Foundation from collapse countless times. Thought they were just hearsay to bolster his reputation, but right then and there he looked just like the stories. Our allies were outnumbered five to one. But they didn't seem to care. The Administrator told them, "No more have to die. Give us our men back and we can arrange a compromise", he gave them his word that he will uphold this. Don responded by squeezing the head of the man beside me until it popped with a red and pink gush. It was a blur after that. They came upon the Maruses' systematically, killing anyone who dared put up a fight. Their powers weakened thanks to Schrawn's inventions. But some, like Don, didn't seem that affected. Alas, that didn't matter in the long run. I don't know what exactly happened next, but I believe I got the important parts. Three, no four of them including Don, stood around the Administrator. The Administrator's wand glowed. They backed up. Don charged, but the Administrator blocked him. There was a tussle. Don got a punch in, the Administrator, a kick. The wand glowed brighter and then there was a boom. When the dust cleared, Don's body was missing a head. It wasn't long after that that the battle ended and The Foundation was victorious. I don't know what the veiled world thought of us after this, but I know one thing for sure, weak wasn't one of them. After the death of the Don Kreed Marus, the remaining survivors, which were mostly adolescents, were captured. When examined, 25% of the members showed physical ailments caused by inbreeding. The new head of the Marus Family, Tiffany Seed Marus, proposed a deal with the Foundation to ensure their family's survival. In return for the Foundation's assistance, the Marus Family would give their services and information about their obtained anomalies. These negotiations are still currently in progress. Around the same time during Marus Family incident, SCP-7085's containment facility was experiencing rapid failure of its mechanisms. Reports of a constant buzzing sound were heard around the area. Believing this to be the cause of an attack from unknown members of the Marus Family, the site went on lockdown. When no evidence of external force was present, SCP-7085 containment cell was repaired and put on high alert. Investigation into the cause of this incident is ongoing. Date Event Aftermath April 29th, 1852. The reclusive anomalous society known as the "Illuminati" was discovered to be using carcasses of deceased humans and animals to create animated chimeric life forms called Siren men. They used these Siren men as guards to protect anomalous artifacts and inventions in mainstream hotspots. After several civilians died to the Illuminati's presence in these areas, the Foundation offered to assist to store artifacts away from civilians to avoid unnecessary causalities. The Illuminati then refused the Foundation's request and stopped any further form of contact. After deliberation, theorem 5.2 of SCP-7085-76 and the eye of SCP-7085-45 were authorized to be used, resulting in twelve Illuminati outposts fitted with Siren men being seized by the Foundation and later deconstructed. The Illuminati began to retaliate against Foundation facilities to regain lost artifacts. Eventually, their forces were intercepted and terminated. Since then, the Illuminati has reopened negotiations. March 7th, 1853. The remnants of the Cult of Knull developed a human infovore in the Dominican Republic. The cult was planning on using the infovore to consume the business tycoon Tyler Marshall. They would have then used the collected information to create a sentient doppelganger of Marshall to take over his businesses and supply themselves with monetary resources to fund their endeavors. The conspiracy was discovered and stopped after the utilization of SCP-7085-65, which found missing pockets of information in the area's infosphere. All known members of the Cult of Knull were captured and questioned for information about their other activities. After no further information could be acquired, they were traded with various groups of interest for further keeping. February 12, 1855. SCP-7085 was recorded to produce an energy field originating from its center. Since then, it has begun emitting information at an increasing rate and producing audible sounds such as soft humming around its vicinity. Its containment cell has also begun to accumulate more malfunctions and damages to its mechanisms. Study of these new properties are ongoing. N/A [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7085-A is locked in chains that are connected to the back wall. The Administrator stands in front unaccompanied. SCP-7085-A: Alone this time? I cannot complain though, I do enjoy these moments of ours. Even if you are angry half of the time it is still much more enjoyable than sleeping in a cave. Administrator: I am here to talk about the Engine. It's… changing. You told me once that you wanted to help. So tell me, what is happening…Please. SCP-7085-A: Very well. As I said before, the Engine grows as you do; the more you rely on it, the more it will expand. It must be getting loud now. And lonely, too. It's becoming frantic. Like a child begging for a parent's attention. It must have given you the information to unlock it by now, has it not? Administrator: It has. SCP-7085-A: I see. I can help you. You don't need to be afraid. The Engine was made by the best of humanity, the same ones who created me. Its purpose is to enrich your people. Administrator: And who are these people who created you? Every time we try to gain more information about this past of yours, you try to change the subject. What aren't you telling us, Oracle? SCP-7085-A: My past does not matter. All you need to do is focus on acquiring the Engine. You can easily prove the information it has sent you to be true. Administrator: Answer my question. SCP-7085-A: I have been answering your questions for a long time. And before I answer any more of yours, answer mine. What is your goal, Administrator? What is the point of this? Either way, you are still going to use it no matter what I say. Administrator: This isn't how this is going to go. SCP-7085-A: But it is. I have obeyed every request you made of me. I have been more than willing to submit. But I grow tired, too. Administrator: You have grown too comfortable here. Do you think you just can make demands of us and you'll get what you want? SCP-7085-A: Do you think these chains keep me here? Do you honestly believe that? I stayed as long as I have because I believed in you. And I still do. But I see what you're doing. You're going to die if you continue. Administrator: Is that a vision? SCP-7085-A: No, an observation. Rely more on the good graces this world has given you. Even after all it has done for you, you still fear it. The Engine only wants to help. Administrator: You keep saying that, but I just can't just take your word for it. I don't have the privilege of doing that. SCP-7085-A: Then what are you trying to do? Because right now, you are wasting your time. Administrator: What am I trying to do? Are you talking about your Engine or in general? No, it's the same in the end. I'll tell you this. My goal, as the Administrator, no, as a human, ever since I came into power was always one thing. The destruction of the Foundation. Every conspiracy, every lie, every death, every mistake I have to sign on. But it will never be enough, for every life saved by us, another takes its place. I saw what your Engine gave us, it gave us a fairy tale. It told us it can give us the power to stop this tragedy. When I was entrusted with this mantle, I also became responsible for every life we affect. I cannot just trust things as quickly as you. Lives are on the line, and we do not gamble with them. SCP-7085-A: You really won't be satisfied, won't you? I hid my past because it would mean nothing to you. Administrator: [Sits down on the floor.] Now you're talking. SCP-7085-A: It is only fair that I do now since I know your fears more thoroughly. And what I tell you now, remember this, what happened was not because of the Engine, In the twilight of the first era of man, long after the creation of myself, no enemies laid before them. And so, with nothing else to fight, peace occurred. But with peace, came a deathly calm. Man grew complacent with itself and sought out more to conquer. They spread out across the world and diversified, forgetting what made them whole. And then when the last embers of connection broke, humans do what they do. They fought until one of them could claim dominion. But in the end, there was nothing else to rule over but ruins. Administrator: I don't get what you're trying to say. SCP-7085-A: What I am saying is don't let the past blind you. When I slumbered in that cave, I didn't just dream of the present, but of futures that never could be. I fooled myself into thinking there were real and that mountain— that tomb—was nothing but a nightmare. But when I look at you, I see a dream becoming reality. Believe me or not, I have spoken nothing but the truth. Administrator: You're a fool. How can you claim to be so old and yet so naive? What will hiding the past do for us? SCP-7085-A: Perhaps so. You know, you're kinder than you let on. Administrator: What? SCP-7085-A: Nothing. Nothing at all. Administrator: Right…So, if we do decide to use the Engine at its fullest. How long will it take? SCP-7085-A: So you're actually doing it? Administrator: How long? SCP-7085-A: Depends on your resources, but with your determination, it shouldn't take long. Administrator: We're gonna need a whole lot more than that to pull this off. We're going to need your help. But if I even think you're betraying us, I will end you myself. SCP-7085-A: Of course, I expect nothing less from you. I have not felt like this for a long, long time. I am truly grateful to you for this opportunity you have given me. But, I would like to make one request. Administrator: And that is? SCP-7085-A: My staff. [END LOG] Addendum.SCP-7085—HUMMINGBIRD: Proposal: PROJECT HUMMINGBIRD Details: Information recovered from SCP-7085 has given groundings to SCP-7085-A's claims of its true capabilities. At the time of writing, SCP-7085 has been discovered to have an expanding energy field that is currently encompassing the majority of the Northern Hemisphere. Current projections predict that this field will envelop the entire planet in approximately 10 months. Research into SCP-7085’s field revealed it to have negentropic and entropic properties simultaneously, resulting in the ability to interact with everything inside its field on a structural level. It is currently unknown how SCP-7085 is capable of this but is theorized to be the result of the information it has stored inside itself and converting it into energy using the mathematical Laws of SCP-7085-38, SCP-7085-47, and SCP-7085-76. If this project is approved, the Foundation will begin developing an apparatus that will stabilize this field and allow the Foundation to control it. In the event of failure or the inability to control SCP-7085, Type-V dimensional wormhole locks ("Ways") have been set and are to be used to envelop SCP-7085 and relocate it into a fitted containment cell in level nine of TUMBA. A combat force is to be on standby for any Archonic entity manifestation or residue due to "Ways" use. Approved by the following Hepta Council members: Thomas Cawn (Director of Site-05) Jerlamarel Voss (Head of the Department of External Relations) Lund Schrawn (Head of Enigmatic Research) Caleb Magold (Director of Site-02) Donald Lantoid (Head of the Containment Department) Joseph Bond (Director of Site-06) Luthor Xander (Administrator) With the assistance of SCP-7085-A, Project "HUMMINGBIRD" was started. From the Foundation's research and the information given by SCP-7085-A, a majority of the materials needed to construct the device were already in the Foundation's possession. However, four major components were required. The components needed were: I. An energy source powerful enough to exhibit a field that can survive SCP-7085's own field, II. A processing mechanism that can function both as an equalizer to the device and store all its physical and non-physical values, III. An occult mechanism that will allow stabilization of energy given off by the recycling process of souls, IV. A transparent concave optic structure that can still maintain its structure and magnified energy fields. These components would have taken decades to develop with the Foundation's current technological standing. As such, analogs were recovered from elsewhere. Item Recovery I. Suitable source was found in the anomalous city-state ("The Summer Courts") concealed and hidden in a pocket dimension inside northern Europe. With the use of several anomalous items, its location and entryway were discovered. The inhabitants of the city were hostile to Foundation forces, but due to their deteriorated state and partial transformation into Nymphs, along with the use of SCP-7085-80, their resistance was insufficient to prevent the item's recovery. II. Information retrieved from the remnants of GoI-46 ("Marus Family") revealed that the GoI-43 ("Salem Family"), a psionic group who have dealt with the Maruses' in the past, possessed an alchemically created artificial brain. This brain had the anomalous capability of storing large amounts of information that GoI-43 imprinted upon it and was believed to have limitless storage. When questioned on the purpose of this item they refused to divulge any further. The item was shown to be capable of containing and storing knowledge suitable for Project HUMMINGBIRD. After negotiations and the relinquishing of SCP-███ to GoI-43, the item was obtained. III. Recovered after a combative incident involving the Administrator and several members of Red-Right Hand against the anomalous society "Knights Templar". IV. Discovered after SCP-7085-A gave the location of ruins located in [REDACTED]. These ruins were composed of flesh and metal with bodies of preserved humanoid entities embedded in them. In the center of this area, was the item. Surrounding the item, were seven glass orbs designated one to seven and murals of humanoids bowing down before seven entities carrying a multi-eyed chimeric creature. After the item was recovered, several of the structures began to move and vocalize. On the orders of the Administrator, the entranceway was destroyed and all records to travel there were expunged. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7085, while emitting a constant humming sound, is being lowered into the mechanical apparatus. Wires and coils are seen in the area connecting from and to the apparatus. Electricity is visible seen sparking throughout the mechanism. Dr. Schrawn with three other personnel oversees Project HUMMINGBIRD. SCP-7085-A is seen sitting with their staff in their lap while being chained to the back of the room while the Administrator stands beside them. Other researchers scurry around the area. SCP-7085-A: Isn't it beautiful? Administrator: Not in the slightest. SCP-7085-A: Oh, that's right. To you, this was the source of your misery for quite some time. Now, it will be your greatest tool. Administrator: Then why the face? I swear, after all of this you better not— SCP-7085-A: No, no, it's nothing. I'm just… scared. Everything I have been waiting for since… that time is about to be completed. You are about to receive the majesty of humanity's greatest accomplishment. My hands are near numb from the anticipation. It's just that it all feels wrong. Administrator: You're waiting for something bad to happen. When things go well, the idle mind automatically turns to the worse. It is what soldiers go through all the time. But sometimes things go as planned. In those rare moments, nothing bad has to happen. Relying on your visions made you anxious. SCP-7085-A: Maybe, maybe so. Then why do you have that look then? Administrator: Expecting the worse, of course. SCP-7085-A: [Laughter] So, what will happen after this. What will you do? Administrator: The same as always. Even if this thing can do anything, that doesn't mean it needs to be used for that. It's not a savior, it's a weapon and that's all it will ever be. But, it would make our job easier. SCP-7085 begins to glow and change form more rapidly for several seconds before resuming normal activity. SCP-7085-A: I don't think it is like that at all. Not at all. So, what will happen to me after this is done? Administrator: I thought you didn't care what happened to you? The same, you helped us, a lot, but we can't allow you to roam free with that body and mind of yours. I can make it as comfortable as possible though. SCP-7085-A: Well, thank you, I cannot really expect any more than that, can I? But that, too, is fine. I was worshipped once, you know. They called me the Child of Dreams. Temples were erected in my name just so they can ask me their questions. To predict the weather, to know the time of death of a loved one, or if they would one day find purpose in their lives. They adored me for it. My words were treated as truth and they shaped their lives around them. To know the future is to know the beauty and chaos of creation. A friend told me that once. Hmm, I speak too much. What I am trying is to not let the Engine control you. Never make it your source of pride or last resort. Even if this does fail, and you despair over it, get up. You are not shaped by it. Your Foundation is worthy enough. Administrator: You don't need to worry about us. But, I don't say this to people or, in your case, anomalies, but thank you. SCP-7085-A: You are very welcome. Dr. Schrawn: Sir, it's time. SCP-7085's apparatus begins to glow and a gust of wind is emitted from it. SCP-7085 then begins to spin rapidly and increase in heat, glowing red in the process. The humming sound grows in volume and is now heard around the area. The sound then slowly becomes audible, tangible words. Administrator: It's speaking! SCP-7085-A: I see, so this is what it sounds when it's accepted a new wielder. So this is its song. SCP-7085: Foundation…Foundation…Foundation…Foundation…Foundation…Foundation The dust and dirt around the area of SCP-7085 begin to move and shift, forming patterns across the ground, walls, and ceiling. These patterns eventually form the Foundation's symbol. The ground beneath the apparatus begins to shake to the point where the personnel present are visibly affected by it. Dr. Schrawn: It's increasing its energy output. The lens and information storages are in effect. The field is, the field is stabilizing! Administrator: Good, good. Keep it up! [Turns to SCP-7085-A.] SCP-7085-A: The fall of Olympus occurred in the war of the last. The Nosferatu have returned, they bring fire upon the lands and death in the air. Release the engines of battle. Unleash the cods and bonds. Unleashed the end. Oh, Administrator, does it not sound beautiful? It sings your name in the loveliest tune. Administrator: Is something wrong? SCP-7085-A head reels back as they begin speaking an unknown language. SCP-7085-A: Oh, you do like to contain. But that cannot be done this time, I am afraid, that we might have been a little off in our efforts. Administrator: Oracle, are you with me? SCP-7085-A: Administrator, we were wrong. I was wrong. These images. My mind is full of thoughts and images. We have to try another time, no, not even the— I see, I see, I see… SCP-7085-A stands up, releasing their chains in the process. Before any personnel could react to this, they pounce on SCP-7085 and slam their staff on it. SCP-7085 then begins to levitate out of the apparatus while the wires and coils are still connected to it and spin sporadically. Several small items across the ground then levitate in the air while streaks of electricity bounce across the walls and ground. Several moments later, SCP-7085 emits a wave of energy that pushes back the objects and personnel around them, excluding SCP-7085-A who disappears when it hits them. After this, SCP-7085 emits another wave of energy that causes the malfunction and destruction of several devices in the area. Dr. Schrawn activates the Way locks; as they begin to glow, SCP-7085 emits another wave, deactivating them. Suddenly, SCP-7085 begins to glow a red hue and emit heat before a final wave emits from it, causing an explosion. The recorder is severally damaged and the footage is distorted. Before losing all functionality, The Administrator is seen standing up and then screaming. [END LOG] Addendum.SCP-7085—Recovery: After the failure of Project HUMMINGBIRD, SCP-7085 was moved to a new location. Its malfunction caused it to emit a massive temporal energy field that caused 2nd to 3rd-degree burn injuries and the disintegration of several personnel close to the explosion. SCP-7085 now possesses several new cracks along its exterior, but still maintains functionality. Since this event, there has been an increase in anomalous activity around the world. Below is a list of notable and known events. Location Description Minas Gerais, Brazil. Boiling rain occurs every five to six days across the eastern region. These occurrences are estimated to have injured at least 300 people. Disinformation campaigns are ongoing. Southern United States of America. Reports of a carnivorous entity that inhabits dark areas. Reports claim that this entity can instantly consume individuals via touching their shadow and enveloping them with their own body. This entity has been described as being shrouded in shadow and possessing a strong aversion to light sources. Earth. Anomalous information entered the human conscious sphere to an unknown amount of individuals. This information mainly consists of thaumatic and occult practices, causing a rise of anomalous activity in civilian hotspots. To date, no known information about the Foundation has been discovered by any third parties. Level 9 of TUMBA. SCP-7085 continuously emits a humming sound. It also now exhibits the ability to deteriorate the area around it at a rapid rate. The Foundation's symbol has been found to be forming on the surfaces around it cracks along wall or manipulating dust piles. When these symbols are disrupted, they immediately begin reforming. Due to this, it has been moved to a hyperdense containment chamber. However, SCP-7085 effects are continuously growing stronger and current containment is believed to soon become ineffective. SCP-7085-A's whereabouts remained unknown and is to be considered neutralized. Letter was given to all Foundation facilities and outposts on January 5th, 1856. Times are hard. For the past few months, I have asked every single one of you to give even more of yourselves for the Foundation's greatest mission—protecting this world from the dark. You are tired and desperately in need of repose, and yet you still fight. For that, you have my greatest gratitude. And now we face our greatest threat maybe since our founding. The world is in chaos. Anomalies have increased tenfold and we have no choice but to respond in full. As I write this letter, all around the world, the Foundation is working together with other organizations who have similar goals to keep this madness at bay. Your sacrifices have not gone unnoticed and will not be unrewarded. I hope one day when we finally get that day of promised rest it will not be because of mourning but for celebration. — The Administrator Envoy to the Administrator's Office — Classified envoy to the Administrator's Office Administrator, your statement for the cause, though short, was warm. I know you do not like doing these things until the mission is over, but you must know why I requested you to say something. We trusted an anomaly and paid dearly for it. Project HUMMINGBIRD must seem done to you, but I tell you now that it is not. It may be the only hope we have left. On that day SCP-7085 was damaged, we did not realize it contained so much power. It is just as -A said, it can do anything. The increase of anomalous activity and the appearances of these creatures is proof alone. If it wasn't for that betrayal, we could have eliminated every anomaly in the New World. We are so close to victory, all we need is one more push. Just one more to reverse our failure. Dr. Schrawn has told me the Revised HUMMINGBIRD is almost complete. Everything will be ready to be sent in just a couple of weeks; however, for it to work, we must go back to where we found it. That place seems to have properties that help stabilized the orb naturally. No wonder it was there, it was the best place to contain it. We'll soon be sending a team there to set up the operation. I assume you will also be leading this. You are strong, yes, but you are also our leader. We cannot have you lead our men into battle and one day not have you come back without a successor in place. I know you feel guilty, but you are not the only one who voted on that day. We all partook in that failure. You have saved countless lives, including mine, and continue to do so. So, please, don't carry this burden by yourself for your sake and the Foundations. — Jerlamarel Voss, Head of the Depertament of External Relations. Addednum.SCP-7085-Retribution: On December 23rd, 1857, the Administrator, with the assistance of personnel Florude Tone, led a team of twelve to escort SCP-7085 to its location of discovery. Accompanied by this mission was a portable worm wheel that will be used to record the events in case of malfunction or failure. [BEGIN LOG] As the group enters the passageway to where SCP-7085 was first discovered, the area is seen to be in a greater state of disrepair than what was present last time. SCP-7085 glows brightly and emits a loud humming sound. As it is the team continues onward, the structure around them begins to form cracks on their exterior as SCP-7085 passes them. When they enter the main space of the cave, fog is observed inside it. The instruments delivered there early are seen scattered across the ground severely damaged. In the back of the room, sitting down on the floor is SCP-7085-A holding their staff, with four of their hands. SCP-7085-A: Hello, Administrator. You look terrible. Florude Tone: Sir, that's— Administrator: Leave. Florude Tone: But, sir, we can't leave you with tha— Administrator: Go, get back up, I'll hold it off till then. Florude Tone: But— Administrator: That's an order, Tone! Now, go! The 12 personnel slowly leave the area, dropping the worm wheel and SCP-7085, and exit. SCP-7085-A: A bit dramatic, but okay. So, how have you been? That looks like a new scar on your face. You've been fighting more, haven't you? Administrator: How are you still here? SCP-7085-A: I was hoping you knew that, but it seems that we are both confused. My theory is maybe the Engine grew affection for me. I have been with it so long, that it couldn't bear killing me. Even after I betrayed it. It's funny, really, that is the place it sent me. SCP-7085-A stands and slams its staff on the ground, clearing the fog from the area. SCP-7085-A appears older and has several scars on its limbs. SCP-7085-A: When you were about to claim the Engine, its song sparked something inside me. A flame of youth. I had a vision as clear as day. I saw you and the Foundation. I saw what it will become and what will happen to this world. I saw a world meant for dreams and nightmares. I would have been satisfied staying there with my mind, but not after that… I had to return. Thankfully, the Engine is not all-knowing or powerful in realms outside of its creation. You must understand me when I say this. I did not take pleasure in doing what I did, but if you knew what I saw and heard then you would have done the same. [SCP-7085-A's hands begin to shake as they hold the staff.] Tell me, do you know how long I was gone? Administrator: To think I trusted you. I am a failure. SCP-7085-A: No, you are not. The only thing that was wrong was us. SCP-7085-A jumps toward the Administrator who dodges. SCP-7085-A then grabs SCP-7085 and holds it in the air with two of their hands. SCP-7085-A: We are relics of the past. A past so old, that even the earth has forgotten it. Once, men had the power to reach for stars and take them. But, now, they are weak and scared and seek power to make them strong and brave. They seek old truths and old ways for their future. They are guided by the dead. I once thought you will be different, that you will be the ones to claim this majesty and finally surpass the old era. But only with your strength can you do that. Administrator: You looked me in the eye and told me that this can help us. That will save people. You're just talking nonsense. SCP-7085-A: Do not mock me! You know exactly what I am saying. It was only by chance the Engine chose you. Countless eras, countless kings, and countless children were chosen by it to take it whole and all fell before it. And yet you came so close at taming it. What I saw, is the outcome of this so-called mastering of the Engine. It was a world without will. A world without humanity. No more. Let it end. SCP-7085 begins to glow more while the area around them begins to experience seismic activity. SCP-7085-A: I'm sorry, my little friend. But it's time for us to go. Administrator: Oracle, don't you dare! SCP-7085-A throws SCP-7085 in the air. SCP-7085-A's staff then begins to produce a fire of white and purple hues that engulf SCP-7085-A and SCP-7085. SCP-7085-A then uses its staff to hit SCP-7085 in its center, splintering it into fragmented pieces. The seismic activity around the area and SCP-7085 properties begin to slow down and suddenly cease all together. Administrator: What have you done? Thousands, millions will die because of you. SCP-7085-A: Yes, they will. But you will be there to stop that. You will do everything in your power to prevent it. Sometimes you will win, sometimes lose. But it will be because of your actions, not anyone else's. The Administrator pulls out a wooden wand that is decorated with carvings. It then begins to glow a blue hue that envelops the whole room. Administrator: Just be quiet. SCP-7085-A: As you wish. But remember this; I am the Oracle, the first and last of the homunculi, the final Rebis, made to serve humanity. I am a tool that dreams. And you are the Administrator, the leader of the Foundation, the man who fights the dark. SCP-7085-A's staff fire begins to increase in size rapidly as the Administrator’s wand begins to glow to point of obscuring the worm wheel. As they both begin to walk toward each other SCP-7085-A begins to sprout eyes across its face and body. SCP-7085-A: Show me, Administrator. Show me all of it. When they meet each other, a sudden roaring sound occurs cutting the feed for several minutes. When it returns, the worm wheel is located on the other side of the room where SCP-7085-A's is seen with a massive hole in the side of its abdomen. The Administrator is seen standing on top of the body with his arm burnt while clutching a broken stick. When the Administrator exited the cave, he was immediately escorted to receive medical attention. Shortly after this event, the remains of SCP-7085 and SCP-7085-A were recovered. All attempts to repair SCP-7085 to its original functionality have failed. Addendum.SCP-7085- Plaque: Near the entranceway towards SCP-7085 location, was a plaque made of stone and believed to be written by SCP-7085-A and is transcribed below. How it appeared in the area is currently unknown. If you are reading this I am dead. I apologize for what must seem like a sudden betrayal, but I assure what I do is for the whole of humanity. The passages of time assume power based on the illusion that since they are old they are also needed. The time has come for a new era, free from the old, to begin. What I saw, and what will happen, will change this world for the better. But there will be suffering and there will be pain. And when that happens they will need something like the Foundation and men like you in it, Administrator. In those times, you must hold conviction. To your ideals and passions. Never straying, always fighting. Have Pluck, Luthor. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7085" by RadioactiveRADS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7085. Licensed under CC-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: valley.jpeg Name: Shrouded Author: Zach Disner License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/35557234@N07/8511233662 |
SCP-7086 | keter | Item #: SCP-7086 Special Containment Procedures: As effective suppression of SCP-7086 is essentially impossible, current containment measures are focused on the normalization of SCP-7086 among the civilian population as a non-anomalous phenomenon. To this end, major new religious movements1 founded as a result of the anomaly’s effects are to be infiltrated by Foundation personnel with the aim of presenting SCP-7086 as the result of religious mass hysteria. Description: SCP-7086 is a phenomenon in which approximately 9.2% of all individuals born on or after the 3rd of March, 2169 express psychological profiles consistent within a .01% margin of error with those of a unique deceased individual, henceforth referred to as SCP-7086-1. In 83% of all cases, individuals affected with the anomaly report also recalling memories and experiences of SCP-7086-1. No genetic or geographic correlation has been observed between affected individuals and their specific instance of SCP-7086-1. Addendum 1: Interviews The following interviews were collected from civilians affected by SCP-7086 under the guise of a sociological survey on religious belief. SUBJECT: Carl Danssen LOCATION: Green Bay, WI C. Danssen: You’re not gonna tell me I’m crazy, right? Jr. Res. Johanssen: This is an impartial survey. We just want to hear your perspective. C. Danssen: If you say so… C. Danssen: I think it all started when I was about… eighteen, or so. Well– “started”— I’m sure it was happening for plenty long before that, but I just can’t recall. C. Danssen: Anyways. First year of college. I’m at this party, call it… late November, I think. I’m hanging out with my friends, throwing back some punch– well, “punch”— having a grand ol’ time. I’m mostly just starin’ off into the distance when this… charming individual, call it, approaches me. Skinny fella. Couple a’ inches under me, I’d estimate. C. Danssen: We get to talking, and woof: sparks. Like I’d never felt before. Had a few high school crushes, ‘course, but never on this level. After about ten minutes I didn’t want to do squat but look into their eyes until the end of creation. And boy, did they pick up on that. C. Danssen: Now here’s where it gets interesting. Morning after our third date, I remember lying in bed with them, their head on my chest. Not a thought in the world. Couldn’t be happier. And then it hits me. Y’know when you just remember some old thing, right out of nowhere? Some random experience, like a bolt from the blue? Was like that– ‘cept it wasn’t anything I’d ever actually done. Not in this lifetime. C. Danssen: Was similar, but different. Same circumstances– happy couple in bed the morning after and all– but it was way back. Different room, different person. Summer of ‘05, I think. And the whole thing was just cloaked in– in this fear. Petrifying anxiety. There were butterflies, still, but that made the whole experience worse somehow. C. Danssen: Just one constant thought: what if they find out? What in God’s name am I going to do if they find out? What life am I gonna be able to live if they find out? What life am I gonna be able to live if they don’t? What’s waiting for me, at the end of this tunnel? How do I go on like this, knowing things aren’t ever gonna be close to perfect or even right ‘cause of who I like? C. Danssen: And then [snaps fingers] I just snap out of it. Back in the real world. Sweating ice-water, but somehow relieved. Not relieved. Grateful, somehow. Never been quite able to put a pin on just what to call it. SUBJECT: Mal Postrakis LOCATION: Enfield, MA M. Postrakis: I’m a rational person, spiritually. I try to look at things from objective angles. I don’t let small superstitions into my life. You know– little things, like black cats and picking up pennies. Everything can be explained. The world fits on a grid. M. Postrakis: I’ve tried to analyze it on an objective level in so many different ways. Is it just an intensely held spiritual belief? The result of some unknown trauma? A tumor, maybe? Have I been brainwashed? Reprogrammed? But none of it clicks. M. Postrakis: So here’s the sum, literal total of what this… phenomenon is to me. It’s about a few years of spotty memories and emotions that just… fall into my life, every so often. I feel things when I look at my body. When I look at my wardrobe. When I wear a skirt to the office, it’s not just some fashion choice. It’s a source of intense and unending relief– an overflowing sense of gratitude. M. Postrakis: I’m not just speaking about normative sources of euphoria here. I went through that phase years ago. After a while the victory fades off and you’re just a person again: a name and a face congruent to an identity. This is something different. It’s like I’ve always just woken up from some horrifying nightmare. I’m constantly feeling the relief of being part of a reasonable reality again. SUBJECT: Anonymous2 LOCATION: Unknown3 Anonymous: My parents want me to go to therapy. They're— they're threatening to cut off my tuition. They think it's a cult, Un Jour. They think it's my girlfriend. She's a chapter leader. They think she's manipulating me. Anonymous: [sniff]. I don't get the memories, which is why I think they doubt the whole thing. I just get the feelings. Constantly. It's always just the feelings. Anonymous: They think I might be bipolar, or depressed, or something. 'Course, if they actually bothered to research it at all, they'd see, but… Anonymous: It's not even religious, really. It's more of a support group. Because, y'know, some of us have it really bad. Some people get stuck in their memories. Some people— they had awful things happen to them, all those years ago… Anonymous: I feel sorry for them. When I'm not feeling gratitude, or relief, or getting scared— like real pit-in-my-soul scared, 'cause something's triggered some horrible memory my mind's forgotten but my body hasn't— I feel sympathy. 'Cause we got lucky. Because we live in a place where all that just… doesn't happen anymore, y'know? Anonymous: I dunno. Is that bad? SUBJECT: Pauline Rath LOCATION: Fargo, ND P. Rath: Personally, I think the religious interpretation is– at best– a misreading of the situation. I do understand it, as there’s plenty of cases of the “memories” and all being accurate– remember how they solved that fifty-year cold case up in Duluth after that guy came forward?— but it’s not something religious. Call it a secular miracle. Jr. Res. Johanssen: If possible… P. Rath: Right– right. To most people, my name isn’t Pauline– it’s “that nutjob”. Just wanted to clarify myself a little here before I get into my position. People tend to react poorly if I just go in blind. P. Rath: No, I don’t genuinely think I am the Pauline Rath who was born in Hamburg and died at the age of 57 in 2043. I am a Pauline Rath. I have the memories and emotions of a previous Pauline Rath, but I am not some literal omnipresent Pauline. We are different incarnations of the same person. Like classical cloning. Same seed, different time, different world. P. Rath: There’s nothing religious or spiritual about it. I don’t think it’s some greater truth or nirvana, either– because most people just die when they die, and that’s about it. No. There’s something about my specific case. I got special treatment. Jr. Res. Johanssen: Special treatment? P. Rath: You know what the first Pauline had to live with? The knowledge that she was born in a fundamentally wrong world. A reality oriented on an unjust axis. That she would never be able to truly live a full life– to ever really experience genuine, true, lasting fulfillment. Every day when she woke up she had to greet the fact that there were oceans of hate and death waiting for her, wherever she may go in the world. Every decision in her life was made with an awareness of that fact. Each and every iota of her personal self had to be rammed through an infinitesimal filter built of her own self-held disgust for who she was before she could even consider showing it to the world. She lived in cages upon cages upon cages. P. Rath: And that made her angry. On a fundamental and total level. That's the emotion I feel the most— this insipid, fatal rage. Always staring down something unstoppable. Something that would crush her if she let it. Jr. Res. Johanssen: So that's the defining emotion here— anger. P. Rath: Not the defining emotion, no. Certainly a prevalent one. There was always a fight— always an injustice, always some spark of hate or disgust to remind her of the great and terrible evil in the world. But there were other times. Quiet spaces. Soft breezes. Faint sunlight. P. Rath: Something more felt than seen— a glimpse of something better, poking through the fog. It's hard to put into words. Something really, truly, unashamedly positive. Glimmers of utopia. Isolated fragments of a dream. Jr. Res. Johanssen: What are you saying, exactly? P. Rath: To be clear, I don't think she had anything to do with this. But I think– maybe in some small way, some small secular way, some wholly unmystical and entirely grounded way– she did contribute. She did make her wish a little more real, in small ways. She changed a few minds. Got a few friends to raise their kids better– much better than her parents had raised her. The world was improved by her presence. She placed a stone upon which many more people placed their own stones. Until we got here. P. Rath: And now she gets a second chance. Footnotes 1. Fargo Catholicism, Un Jour Je Serai De Retour Près De Toi, Zarantha 2. Subject called Foundation hotline established as part of the survey. 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SCP-7087 | euclid | The Bioluminescent Abyss Item#: 7087 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Research Head Assigned Field Team MTF Bio-Site-84 Dr. O'Brien SCP-7087 Research Team MTF Sub-3 ("Shell Shockers") Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7087-1 is classified as a Marine Controlled Zone (MCZ). Shipping lanes and civilian access within a 20-mile radius of SCP-7087-1 are to be diverted. Anomalous mirage phenomenon projected on the surface of the ocean caused by SCP-7087. Research within SCP-7087-1 is only permitted upon approval by the site director of the Aquatic-wing of Bio-Site-84. Expeditions to SCP-7087-1 are to be conducted under the supervision of three (3) members of MTF Sub-3 (“Shell Shockers”), with a maximum time limit of one hour spent within SCP-7087-1. Removal of any flora or fauna from SCP-7087-1 is strictly prohibited. If research staff experience symptoms of delusion or paranoia, they must evacuate SCP-7087-1 immediately. Physical research on SCP-7087 is prohibited and, as such, video surveillance must be conducted at all times to monitor SCP-7087. Description: SCP-7087 is a species of giant clam1 discovered by the Foundation off the coast of Australia in the Coral Sea in 2002. The clam measures 1.2m in diameter and presents a glowing, blue hue around the centre of its mouth. SCP-7087 has a unique ability to project a mirage on the surface of the ocean regardless of any adverse weather event that would normally prevent mirages from being formed. These anomalous mirages show distant images ranging from giant waves to a shapeshifting dragon to anyone within a 10-mile radius of SCP-7087. Observers of these mirages will experience a psychotic state of panic and unease. Blindfolds have been proven to be an effective way of reducing these senses of distress. SCP-7087 is surrounded by a lush ecosystem designated as SCP-7087-1. The ecosystem consists of various instances of flora and fauna of unknown genera, designated as SCP-7087-1A and SCP-7087-1B, respectively. The ecosystem exhibits a high level of biodiversity, with several instances of flora and fauna that have yet to be identified by Foundation researchers. While it is not understood how or why the ecosystem formed, it is theorised that it is an example of commensalism2, as many of the ecosystem's flora and fauna have been observed to have a symbiotic relationship with SCP-7087. The organisms within SCP-7087-1 appear alien-like, with various vibrant colours, sizes and translucency. The instances of flora and fauna present in SCP-7087-1 have a distinct bioluminescent property, emitting a vibrant glow that illuminates the entire ecosystem that is associated with their environment (such as exposure to danger). They appear to be uniquely adapted to the environment of SCP-7087-1. All the instances of flora and fauna contain some level of the enzyme luciferase, which is responsible for their bioluminescence. SCP-7087-1B seems to produce a higher RLU/mol of Luciferins3 compared to SCP-7087-1A. The Meryon Bloom is the largest recorded instance of flora found in SCP-7087-1, measuring a height of 7m with physical attributes similar to kelp. Their stipe appears translucid, producing a bright green glow and acts as a habitat for various species of fauna. Examples of the flora and fauna documented within SCP-7087-1, all present unique attributes with some being mentioned under Research Log II. SCP-7087-1 has been observed to exhibit a distinct response to the introduction of foreign organisms. Flora not native to SCP-7087-1 will die within 2 hours, while fauna will simply depart from SCP-7087-1. If foreign fauna is unable to leave, it will also die within 2 hours. Attempted removal of any native flora or fauna from SCP-7087-1 will be subjected to doubt in subjects regarding their ability and authority to carry out such orders. Subjects who choose not to remove the organisms exhibit a sense of equanimity. This phenomenon has been suggested to be a hypnotic state induced by SCP-7087 to prevent harm to the organisms. Any instances of SCP-7087-1A or SCP-7087-1B that are successfully removed experience a decline in health, ultimately leading to death within 16 hours unless returned to SCP-7087-1. Research conducted within SCP-7087-1 on the instances of flora and fauna has been limited due to the paranoia mentioned by personnel. This can cause a lack of focus on Foundation staff conducting research, with some cases of staff producing a fight or flight response. These can be amplified by the sudden hallucinations of a white-faced dragon within their peripheral vision designated as SCP-7087-2. As of yet, there has been no hostile activity regarding SCP-7087-2. Addendum 7087.1: Recovered reports below conducted by Dr. O'Brien recording expeditions into SCP-7087-1. Logs include various results from research conducted on the species of flora and fauna found in the ecosystem as well as secondary anomalous effects of SCP-7087. Reseach Log I Research Log II Research Log III Research Log: Log-RB Date: [26-09-2008] Report: Various examples of flora (FL) and fauna (FA) that are found within SCP-7087-1. SCP-7087-1A, FL7: Firefox The firefox is a species of coral found within SCP-7087-1. It has a distinct feature regarding the nematocyst cells4 on its tentacles that, when touched, presents a burning-like sensation similar to a third-degree burn. It is the second brightest photoautotroph5 after the meryon bloom in SCP-7087-1 giving off a vibrant green glow. The firefox acts as a habitat for various instances of SCP-7087-1B that have been observed to have an immunity to the firefox's nematocysts. It has no natural predator. Staff are advised to keep a minimum distance of 1 metre away from the firefox at all times. SCP-7087-1B, FA18: The radiant octopus is a species of Cephalopod that are similar in size to the soot squids (roughly 0.8m) but is distinguishable by its octopod morphology and a bioluminescent photophore6 on the tip of each tentacle. It is capable of changing its skin colour and texture to blend into its surroundings, but when agitated, it emits bright flashes of light from its photophores, disorienting or momentarily blinding nearby organisms. The behaviour and ecological role of the radiant squid in SCP-7087-1 are still under investigation. SCP-7087-1B, FA45: Spectral Krill The spectral krill is an invertebrate species with a translucent, chitinous-external skeleton frame. It contains an internal body of an unknown black mass, acting as the krill's organs, and circulatory and muscular systems. This allows it to perform various metabolic processes such as digestion, transportation, respiration, etc. The black mass can change into any shape or form to allow movement of its gills, pleopods and telson in its tail. SCP-7087-1B, FA39: The bismuthian is a species of crustacean characterized by its distinct exoskeleton composed entirely of bismuth (Bi) elements. This anatomical feature exhibits a phenomenon where it exhibits total light reflection, resulting in a mesmerising iridescent lustre. The bismuthian's exoskeleton showcases intricate patterns consisting of raised ridges and grooves, which contribute to the luminous effect observed. Furthermore, the organism's circular body is adorned with delicate scales, enhancing its ethereal appearance. SCP-7087-1B, FA25: Tunicate Forest The tunicate forest is a dense cluster of tunicates, also known as sea squirts, located on the rocky surface of SCP-7087-1. The tunicates are approximately 5-10 cm in length and have a translucent, gelatinous appearance. They are attached to the rocks by a stalk-like structure and are arranged in a tightly packed formation, resembling a forest. The tunicate forest has been observed to pulsate at regular intervals as if breathing, although the mechanism behind this behaviour is not yet understood. When touched, the tunicates emit a high-pitched sound that has been described as both pleasant and unsettling by different observers despite their harmless appearance. It is recommended that all personnel avoid contact with the tunicate forest. SCP-7087-1B, FA51: The enigma eel is a species of fauna that resides within SCP-7087-1. The enigma eel has a unique ability to camouflage itself within the flora of SCP-7087-1, making it difficult to spot by predators or researchers alike. When threatened or disturbed, it emits a bright flash of light that temporarily blinds its attacker, allowing the enigma eel to escape. Additionally, it has been observed that prolonged exposure to the enigma eel's light can induce a state of confusion and disorientation in humans, leading to reports of feeling lost. Continued exposure can cause subjects to suffer from short-term memory loss that can last up to 8 hours. It is important to emphasise that staff members should never attempt to touch or handle the enigma eel. Not only is it a potential safety hazard for the staff member, but it could also cause harm to the eel. SCP-7087-1B, FA31: Booid The booid is a multicellular organism that replicates itself via asexual reproduction similar to budding done by yeast cells. Its sizes vary from 0.2m to 1.5m in length. They contain a jelly-like structure on their outer membrane that is capable of performing endocytosis7 of smaller man-made objects such as plastic and film that naturally break down after being engulfed. It has the unique ability to engulf smaller instances of SCP-7087-1B that it deems to be sick or injured. After roughly 6 hours, the booid effectively cures the sick instances of SCP-7087-1B by unknown means. SCP-7087-1B, FA73: The twilight ray is a species of bioluminescent fish found in SCP-7087-1. They are characterised by their elongated, ribbon-like body, which can measure up to 2 meters in length. The Twilight Ray emits a soft blue light from its body, that illuminates in the form of alternating patterns, which makes it highly visible in the dark environment of SCP-7087-1. They are often seen swimming in large schools and have been observed feeding on smaller instances of SCP-7087-1B such as the shadowy shrimp. The exact purpose of their bioluminescence is currently unknown, but it is speculated that it may be used for communication or as a defence mechanism. SCP-7087-1A, FL47: The starry ferns are a species of bioluminescent ferns found within SCP-7087-1. They emit bright blue light and are characterised by their large, star-shaped leaves. The leaves are soft and slightly translucent, allowing the light to pass through and create a mesmerising effect. The starry ferns are known to grow in dense clusters, often covering large portions of the seafloor within SCP-7087-1. Despite their bright glow, they do not seem to attract any specific organisms found within SCP-7087-1. SCP-7087-1A, FL1: Meryon Bloom Photographed image of the Meryon Bloom. Dr. O'Brien Research Log: Log-RA Date: [17-02-2003] Report: Expedition-IC was tasked with recording and evaluating instances of flora and fauna found in SCP-7087-1. The research team retrieved their footage only to analyse a new phenomenon yet to be understood. Security Footage, Aquatic-wing, Bio-Site-84, [15-02-2003, 11:56:49] Personnel observed: Dr. O'Brien, Researcher J. Kim, Researcher A. Roberts, Researcher H. K. Hammond, Onsite security, D-7452, Unrecognisable science personnel. Begin footage [audio-static], Door opens followed by Researcher J. Kim and Researcher A. Roberts entering Lab-5CA. Switching to security camera 5CAI. Researcher J. Kim: Weird one this, here Rob take a look. Researcher A. Roberts: Wow, that one's pretty good. You got a nice clean image of the ridges on that one. Researcher J. Kim: Yeah thanks. This is the one that reflected my torchlight. I measured the Lumens of the light reflected and it generated the same amount of light that my torch produces. Researcher A. Roberts: That's interesting, never seen one that does that before. Researcher J. Kim: Neither. We'll definitely show this to Dr. O'Brien along with the rest of the footage. Researcher A. Roberts: You have a name for it yet? Researcher J. Kim: A-what..? Researcher A. Roberts: Name. Researcher J. Kim: Nah not yet, although its outer shell was recorded to have a 99.996% purity of the element Bismuth. Maybe something to do with that, I'll think of something eventually. Researcher A. Roberts: Yeah don't overthink it. Researcher J. Kim: Pass me that USB will you? Researcher A. Roberts: Here. Hey Hammond. Everything alright? [chuckles] Not still seeing those things from the expedition are you? Researcher H. K. Hammond: [annoyed] Give it a rest, please. I've been having headaches all day. Researcher A. Roberts: [smiling] Just take some paracetamol, usually does the trick. Researcher H. K. Hammond: Already had 3. [drops mug] AHH god dammit! Researcher J. Kim: Everything alright? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Yeah, it's just… that was my favourite mug. [picks up pieces of mug] You guys ever get the feeling there's something else down there… in dash 1 that is? Researcher A. Roberts: Hammond, there's always something else down there in dash 1. Last week I came across 42 new -1B instances in a day. Researcher H. K. Hammond: This one is different though, It's, [sighs], It's like streaks of white flashing before my eyes… every time I went near that bloody clam. Researcher J. Kim: Yeah well, it's advised not to go near that thing. Researcher H. K. Hammond: Urgh, I need to find a new mug. Researcher J. Kim: For what? Researcher H. K. Hammond: What do you think? [motion detected], Researcher H. K. Hammond, leaving Lab-5CA. Time stamp skipped to 12:09:07 Researcher A. Roberts: Probably migraines. He has had a history of severe headaches that affects his vision and stuff. Probably explains the white flashes. Researcher J. Kim: Yeah, alright the files have been uploaded onto the drive, I'm going to go show the Doc. Researcher A. Roberts: Alright. [motion detected], A door opens. Researcher J. Kim is seen leaving Lab-5CA down Hallway-9B. Switching to security camera HA9B. [motion detected], 4 members of onsite security escorting D-7452 towards Hallway-9C. Researcher J. Kim is seen entering the lift in Hallway-9B. D-7452: [scared] Ple… please not again, I like frogs, really I do, just not this one. Switching to security camera HA4C. [motion detected], Researcher J. Kim is seen exiting the lift and walking down Hallway-4C and entering Dr. O'Brien's office, DOB-1. Switching to security camera DOB1A. Researcher J. Kim: Remembered to bring the USB this time. Last time the lift was out of use. Do you know how many flights of stairs I had to climb? Dr. O'Brien: Please put the USB into the computer over there. Researcher J. Kim: 526 fucking stairs. Dr. O'Brien: [serious] Kim. Researcher J. Kim: Yes, sorry sir. Dr. O'Brien: Alright, in your debrief you said you came across 14 new instances of SCP-7087-1B. This time none of them had any similar attributes to each other? Researcher J. Kim: No they didn't. Here, this was the most documented one we found. SCP-7087-1B FA11 is known as the soot squid among the guys. Dr. O'Brien: Soot squid? Researcher J. Kim: Yeah, look here, it has this dark, coal-like colour to it. We also observed it disguise itself as a plant by turning itself inside out, exposing rough ridges that looked like coral. Dr. O'Brien: That's interesting, it looks like it's not projecting any form of bioluminescence. Researcher J. Kim: Only during the day. At night it's recorded to be brighter than the twilight ray sometimes. Dr. O'Brien: Well thank you for this, I'll look into these further. Researcher J. Kim: Okay, I just need to finish something back in the lab. [motion detected], Researcher J. Kim leaves Dr. O'Brien's office, DO1. Dr. O'Brien: Huh… what the? What the hell is that? [motion detected], Dr. O'Brien scans his keycard and leaves his office Switching to security camera HA4C. Dr. O'Brien: [shouting] Uhh Kim! Kim! Dr. O'Brien: [annoyed] Oh for god's sake! Dr. O'Brien proceeds to call Researcher J. Kim on his cell phone. Kim picks up. [Cellphone audio connected to security footage.] Researcher J. Kim: [annoyed] Would you believe this? The elevator broke and I'm in it this time? Twice in one month! Dr. O'Brien: Yes that's great. Did you happen to miss an instance of SCP-7087-1B in your report? Researcher J. Kim: No, I don't think so. Why? Is there another file? Dr. O'Brien: No but in your file about SCP-7087-1A FL40, you missed out on documentation of another instance of SCP-7087-1B. Researcher J. Kim: What? No, I remember specifically that there was only one new instance when I took that photo. Dr. O'Brien: Let me check for you. [motion detected], Dr. O'Brien enters their office. The sound of low muffled noise in the background Dr. O'Brien: I'm staring right at it. Researcher J. Kim: [hushed tone] I guess I must've missed it, didn't have my glasses at the time. But anyway, what does it look like? Dr. O'Brien: [hesitantly] Hard to describe without you looking at it. It's definitely some kind of eel of some kind perhaps. Has an elongated structure with scales too. It looks sort of like a white stre— Researcher J. Kim: [interrupting] Streak of light? Dr. O'Brien: [surprised] Of light, yeah kind of, although it's almost got… Wait what do you mean by that? Have you seen this image? Researcher J. Kim: [nervously] No, but it's just something Hammond keeps saying. Dr. O'Brien: What do you mean, could you elaborate? Researcher J. Kim: [anxious] Ever since we first went down there… Hammond got affected quite early on, stating he's… seeing things. White flashes most of the time, I don't really know. We all assume he can't really deal with the delusional effects as well as the rest of us. So we tend to keep him on the surface. Dr. O'Brien: [angrily] This seems like a very serious matter! Why didn't you bring this up earlier? Researcher J. Kim: We just didn't know sir. We assumed it was his eyes playing tricks on him. He does have a medical record of suffering from headaches and stuff you know. The sound of metal being cut is heard, followed by muffled voices in the background. Researcher J. Kim: [urgently] Look sir, it sounds like they're breaking us out of the lift which could take a while. I'll report back to you with what I know later. In the meantime, I suggest conducting an interview with Hammond regarding the matter. Dr. O'Brien: [determined] Oh I will. The sound of the phone call being ended is heard, followed by the humming noise slowly fading away. [Cellphone audio disconnected from the security footage.] End footage Report: Security footage of Dr. O'Brien conducting an interview with Researcher H. K. Hammond regarding his delusional state after expeditions to SCP-7087-1. Bio-Site-84, Security footage, [15, 02, 2003, 14:32:30] Interviewer: Dr. O'Brien Interviewed: Researcher H. K. Hammond <Begin Log> Dr. O'Brien: Thank you for joining me today Hammond. Researcher H. K. Hammond: What's this all about again? Dr. O'Brien: I just want to go over a couple of things regarding the headaches you experience. Researcher H. K. Hammond: They're an on, off type of thing. Nothing really too out of the ordinary. Dr. O'Brien: Have you been prescribed any medicines? How much water do you regularly consume in a day? Researcher H. K. Hammond: The medical department prescribed me some painkillers and told me to actually drink more water cause I seem to drink less than I should. Dr. O'Brien: Is there anything in particular about the headaches you experience? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Like I said before, nothing out of the ordinary, but… [sigh], I guess those flashes are beginning to get annoying. Dr. O'Brien: Flashes? Researcher H. K. Hammond: [nervously] Yeah they're really weird. At first, I thought it was symptoms of a migraine but… I, I don't know anymore. Dr. O'Brien: It's alright, take your time. Here, drink some water. Now tell me. Are these possibly linked to your expeditions to SCP-7087-1? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Maybe…? I guess I'm more vulnerable than the others when it comes to the delusions and paranoia we all experience. I get this strange feeling that there's something targeting me though. Like there's something else down there. I don't know what it is. Maybe another fish thing that plays on your mind? Or maybe it's that bloody clam. Dr. O'Brien: So you're describing it as possibly another case of SCP-7087-1B then. Researcher H. K. Hammond: Yeah maybe. I don't know but it's kinda hard to describe. Dr. O'Brien: Yes? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Like, there's something there. In the corner of my eye. Dr. O'Brien: As in peripheral? Do you see these flashes up close or is it only in your peripheral? Researcher H. K. Hammond: [anxiously] Only the peripheral. Every time I turn to get a look, it err… it moves. It's like it doesn't want to be seen. Dr. O'Brien: [writing on notepad] Interesting, I've heard you mention white streaks of light too. Would you say that's part of migraines or the creature you described? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Possibly the creature…? I mean… they normally occur during my expeditions so— Dr. O'Brien: From my recall, you were assigned to data collection and retrieval, correct? Researcher H. K. Hammond: [annoyed] Yeah, I have to handle those things down there. Dr. O'Brien: And how's that going? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Poorly. I can't perform my task whenever I'm down there. I just feel like… merde. Like, I feel unentitled to remove one when one comes up to me or when I handle them. Dr. O'Brien: Yeah, you're not the only one affected by this. It's rather common whenever someone is tasked with removing instances of SCP-7087-1A or 1B from their habitat. But tell me. What does this thing that you see look like, assuming it is a case of SCP-7087-1B? Researcher H. K. Hammond: [stressed] They're just like really quick flashes in and out, in… in my peripheral, like I said earlier. Scaly too almost. Maybe reptilian-based? Dragon even, I don't know… it happens too quickly. Dr. O'Brien: Did it by any chance look like this? Dr. O'Brien pulls out a photograph of the creature taken by Researcher J. Kim. +[Show image] -[Hide image] Photograph captured by Researcher J. Kim Researcher H. K. Hammond: [nervous] Yeah… that's it. That's [heavy breathing] what I see. What is that thing? Dr. O'Brien: That's what we're trying to find out. Researcher H. K. Hammond: Any… [coughs] are there any clearer photos of it? Dr. O'Brien: That's the only one we have. Researcher H. K. Hammond: [scared] I'm sorry sir but I don't think I can go down there anymore, it's just… Dr. O'Brien: Hey, it's alright ok? We'll keep that in mind for the future. Ok so, you said earlier it err… [coughs] sorry, this cold I have. Anyway, this dragon let's say. It's targeting you then, correct? Researcher H. K. Hammond: Feels that way. Maybe I did something wrong down there. It's just I feel more paranoid when it's around me. I don't know why it wants me though, [angrily] don't see it goi… [audio static]… ter bloody Kim or Rob! Dr. O'Brien: [calming voice] Hammond please, take it easy ok? This audio equipment is rather sensitive. Researcher H. K. Hammond: Yeah sorry, I just… need a minute. Dr. O'Brien: Wait so Kim or Rob haven't seen this thing that you are seeing? Researcher H. K. Hammond: [sarcastically] No, they're too busy filming Blue Planet for David Attenborough with all the fish. Dr. O'Brien: But they don't handle any of the flora or fauna do they? Researcher H. K. Hammond: No, they just take photos of them. Dr. O'Brien: [writing on notepad] Alright. Tell you what, we'll have a break. Come back here in 15 and we'll review some of the instances of SCP-7087-1A you have found. <End Log> Bio-Site-84, Security footage [27-03-2003] Report: Researcher H. K. Hammond's reports of a dragon-like creature in their peripheral vision while working with the instances of SCP-7087-1B were initially met with scepticism by myself and other researchers alike. However, after further investigation, it was discovered that other researchers and Class-D personnel had reported similar sightings. The consistency of these reports and the fact that they only occurred while researchers interacted with the ecosystem's flora and fauna physically, suggested that there may be a real creature of this description present in the ecosystem. While the exact nature of this creature is still unknown, it is clear that something anomalous is occurring within the ecosystem of SCP-7087-1. Regarding its link to SCP-7087, it's unknown whether it's a trick caused by the clam or whether it holds any sentience of its own. Due to being a rather difficult anomaly to analyse and having no clear symbiotic relationship as of yet with the rest of the ecosystem, we have given it the designation of SCP-7087-2. Capturing photographs of SCP-7087-2 is proving difficult with it proceeding to disappear before a photo is taken. As for Researcher H. K. Hammond, they have now been permanently assigned to the research team monitoring SCP-7087 on the surface. — Dr. O'Brien Dr. O'Brien +[LEVEL 3 - ACCESS REQUIRED] -[ACCESS APPROVED] BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 3/7087 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Research Log: Log-RC Date: [25-04-2007] Report: Following the disappearance of a Foundation researcher, no expeditions to SCP-7087-1 are to be conducted without authorisation from the site director. For safety reasons, expeditions must be accompanied by at least 3 members of MTF Sub-3 ("Shell Shockers") with every team member equipped with camera surveillance. Physical research on SCP-7087 is currently prohibited to prevent future incidents. Incident: During a research expedition to SCP-7087-1 to collect samples from the siphon of SCP-7087, a new instance of SCP-7087-1B was observed after approximately 10 minutes. The research team took photographs of this new instance and returned to the surface shortly before the disappearance of the researcher in charge of the expedition. The only trace left of the missing researcher was an instance of SCP-7087-1A growing out of one of their boots. Given the unusual behaviour of SCP-7087-1, it is believed that SCP-7087 may be responsible for the Foundation researcher's disappearance. As a result, the containment procedures of SCP-7087 and SCP-7087-1 have been updated. Additional notes: During SCP-7087's initial discovery, it was unclear regarding the cause of the anomalous effects within SCP-7087-1 regarding the disappearance of the Foundation researcher. Theories of SCP-7087 or SCP-7087-2 being responsible were initially devised but lacked the evidence and support from the Overseer Council to follow up on the case. Research conducted by Dr. O'Brien and the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics has hypothesised links from the log below. Bio-Site-84, Security Footage [04-04-2007] Artistic rendition of potentially SCP-7087-2 recovered by the Foundation. Report: During interviews with staff who have ventured into SCP-7087-1, several have reported feeling a sense of unease, paranoia, and delusion. While the cause behind these anomalous effects is not yet fully understood, it is believed that SCP-7087 may be responsible, particularly given the mirages it projects and the disappearance of a Foundation researcher in its vicinity. SCP-7087 appears to be a crucial component of the ecosystem, and its symbiotic relationship with SCP-7087-1 suggests that it may play a role in the many anomalous properties observed. Though we lack direct evidence of causation, some of the research teams have hypothesised that SCP-7087-2 is another vital aspect of this relationship. SCP-7087-2 has been observed to tail subjects throughout the ecosystem, which could be interpreted as an attempt to steer them away from areas that could be detrimental to the ecosystem's delicate balance. It seems that SCP-7087-2 is particularly interested in shadowing the ecosystem's flora and fauna whenever research is conducted on them by Foundation personnel, with its presence being correlated with increased biodiversity and healthy growth of the ecosystem. Descriptions of potentially SCP-7087-2 from historical texts and artwork suggest that it may be linked to images of a dragon-like creature projected from the Shen. The Shen is a giant clam that was believed to be responsible for the mirages observed in the region from Chinese mythology. While we have yet to fully comprehend the nature of SCP-7087 and its symbiotic relationship with SCP-7087-1, it is clear that this entity is powerful using mimicry to further increase a subject's delusional state. Its awe-inspiring presence and apparent desire to nurture and preserve the flora and fauna within SCP-7087-1 suggests that it is not an adversary to be feared, but rather a vital component of a complex and mysterious ecosystem. — Dr. O'Brien Dr. O'Brien Department of Mythology and Folkloristics Footnotes 1. Tridacna, derasa. 2. When individuals of two or more species interact with each other for mutual benefits such as food without hurting the latter. 3. RLU/mol is the measurement of ATP expressed in relative light units. Luciferins are light-emitting compounds that allow certain organisms to glow. 4. A type of cell that can cause a stinging effect on other organisms. 5. A plant that has the ability to photosynthesise. 6. A light-emitting organ present in bioluminescent organisms. 7. The engulfment of large particles i.e. white blood cells engulfing pathogens. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7087" by Jarodard, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7088 | euclid | close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to HarryBlank Ecronak and dxvi for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: Knucker: Here Fossil: Here Enjoy! :) “If dragons were real, then in all likelihood they were not graceful, noble creatures; rather they would have been slug-like and brutish.” - P. Ozz, Cryptozoology Division Founding Member Item#: SCP-7088 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A juvenile SCP-7088 specimen as depicted by a French research crew (circa 1904). Special Containment Procedures: A sustainable population of SCP-7088 is to be kept within Sector 2 of Site-44 in an artificial cavernous environment. Instances are to be fed every 5-6 months and communicated with infrequently. Wild populations of SCP-7088 are under the jurisdiction of the Cryptozoology Division, who are tasked with retrieval operations and researching the organisms within their natural surroundings. Cave systems inhabited by the genus are to be blocked from public access under the cover story of unstable topography or a cave-in. Due to SCP-7088’s isolated native habitat, further containment is unnecessary. Further developments regarding the SCP-7088-IMPERATOR subspecies will be available at the base of this document. Description: SCP-7088 is a cave-dwelling anomalous genus of amphibian located within a portion of Northern Europe, primarily Great Britain. Members of SCP-7088 resemble extremely large Cryptobranchus alleganiensis1 while, in infancy, resembling P. anguinus;2 all instances possess vestigial wings in addition to leathery skin and a serpentine spinal structure. Skin pigments range from reddish-brown to earth-green depending on region and rock composition. SCP-7088’s brain-to-body ratio remains the highest of all known amphibians, allowing for drastically increased mental capacity capable of recognising basic human speech. SCP-7088 specimens also possess a unique luminous organ protruding from their upper jaw, termed the Ozz noetica by Foundation cryptobiologists. The Ozz noetica is possessed only by members of the genus and is a characteristic trait of all known instances. Capable of sub-noospheric interference, the organ permits SCP-7088 to transfer speech to sentient observers if positioned correctly. SCP-7088 rarely surface from inhabited caverns (usually housing a group of 5-10 instances), only exiting in search of prey. SCP-7088’s natural diet once consisted primarily of deer, rabbits and low-lying shrubbery though, since human inhabitation of the British Isles, has shifted heavily towards the consumption of livestock and crops. Although this poses some threat to secrecy, instances only require sustenance on average twice per year, during which time they will gorge upon all nourishment available before returning to their brood. A largely stationary lifestyle allows for long periods of time between consumption. While SCP-7088 are believed to have once been apex predators in their environments, since the adoption of more readily available food sources, instances now demonstrate a more lethargic lifestyle. The fossilised remains of an SCP-7088 instance. History: SCP-7088 was officially recognised by the Foundation in the late 1910s, though legends of the genus have persisted since the Middle Ages. SCP-7088 is commonly referred to as the “Knucker” in their inhabited territories, originating from an Old English term meaning “water monster”. At the time of the Middle Ages, SCP-7088 are believed to have dwelled mainly in wells or deep lakes, prompting human interactions and occasionally conflict. While it is unknown how long the genus has been present within Britain or Europe as a whole, fossilised specimens have been recorded originating from the late Cretaceous Era. SCP-7088’s common ancestors, if any, remain undiscovered. Since the 18th Century and the onset of the industrial revolution, accounts of SCP-7088 reduced significantly, likely due to the sudden influx of hazardous waste produced by human development. This is theorised to have caused SCP-7088 to abandon their former freshwater habitats and adopt a largely subterranean lifestyle, lessening human-to-SCP-7088 encounters. Prior to the 21st Century, the only evidence available for the genus’ existence was ecological DNA imprints and the rare remains of deceased instances. In the early 2000s, a group of research staff successfully located and made contact with a group of live specimens (See Addendum). Addendum 7088.1: Initial Incident On 29/10/2008, an exchange between Troy █████, an American oil tycoon and multimillionaire, and an unknown buyer was revealed to the Foundation following an unrelated investigation into Mr █████‘s business activity. Following examination of the discussion and further insight into the genus’ behaviour, SCP-7088 involvement has been suspected. + Show Business Exchange Transcript - Hide Business Exchange Transcript <BEGIN EMAIL LOG> Troy █. Corporation: Hello anonymous buyer. We have received your message and can confirm that we are interested in trading! Please provide a name and further contact information if possible. Unknown: Hello Mr Oil. We are liking to barter with you for your wares still. No name or other detail for now please. Troy █. Corporation: Understood, your privacy is important to us. Are you interested in trading or investing into our shares? Unknown: Barter. Troy █. Corporation: Of course. Assuming we would provide petroleum (or other resources) to you, how much do you require and what would you like to offer? Unknown: Hello. We would like as much as you give. We will offer two gemstone, six wire and twelve carrot. Extra large. Troy █. Corporation: Our maximum export limit is 780,000 gallons. I’m assuming your offer was sarcastic? Unknown: I agree. New offer is two bottle of vegetable oil. I hope that oil-to-oil trade is pleasing. Troy █. Corporation: I don’t think you understand. Unless “vegetable oil” is slang for something else I’m afraid we’ll have to terminate the offer here. Unknown: What is requested offer? Troy █. Corporation: 780,000 gallons will be in the range of about $23,000,000, not including tarif— The exchange is broken off due to the connection wire being bitten. <END EMAIL LOG> Attempts to locate the offending SCP-7088 brood are ongoing. Addendum 7088.2: Attempted Interviews Following investigation and sonic imaging of cave systems surrounding the town of Mossmoor, Somerset, England in 2009, it was theorised that a colony of SCP-7088 was present in the surrounding area. Utilising a Bodmin-fauna counter,3 it was discovered that a small pond in the centre of a feature known as Knucker Hollow connected to a lengthy cave system housing approximately a dozen instances. The following is a list of verbal communication attempts with the brood.4 Interview Attempt 7088-1 Date: 11/10/2009 Interviewed: SCP-7088-24 Interviewer: Cryptozoology Specialist F. Ozz Location: Knucker Hollow Cave System <BEGIN LOG> The research team is within a large chamber. Researcher Ozz sits on a rock directly in front of a small underwater lake that is surrounded by and containing several instances of SCP-7088. Many are resting underneath small waterfalls, unmoving, with stalagmites forming on their heads which resemble horns. A single instance emerges from the water. Researcher Ozz: Ah, hello. The instance lazily rests at the water’s edge. Researcher Ozz: Would you be willing to speak with me for a few minutes? SCP-7088-24’s Ozz noetica target the researcher and begin to glow slightly. SCP-7088-24: You… here to barter? Researcher Ozz: Barter? No, we’d like to ask some questions about you and your kind. SCP-7088-24: (Staring blankly) Okay… moment. SCP-7088-24 places itself upon a nearby rock. It licks the researcher’s arm, to the distaste of Ozz. SCP-7088-24: Human. Not seen for… half a stalactite. Researcher Ozz: Yes, it seems you have been living here for some time. If I might ask, how long ha— SCP-7088-24: Last human I saw… try to take my wares. Researcher Ozz: I assure you, I’m not here to steal anything. What do you mean by wares? SCP-7088-24: Want to… barter? <END LOG> Following Interview 7088-1, personnel grouped together to offer non-essential supplies for trading with SCP-7088-24. Interview Attempt 7088-2 <BEGIN LOG> SCP-7088-24 remains at the water’s edge as the team returns. Researcher Ozz: Hi again. We’ve got some items we’d like to trade if you’re willing? SCP-7088-24: Barter? Researcher Ozz: Yes. SCP-7088-24: Moment. The instance slowly turns around and enters the water. Several minutes pass before it returns. Researcher Ozz: Oh, good, you’re back. Where did you go? SCP-7088-24: Storage Keep. Many wares. SCP-7088-24 gently places a glass bottle, a gemstone and a rusty nail on a rock. SCP-7088-24: Offer please? Researcher Ozz: Uuh. We’ve got some of these. (Gestures towards a spare oxygen tank and diving equipment) SCP-7088-24’s small eyes widen at the equipment. SCP-7088-24: I agree! Please… take extra surface commodity… also. The instance again enters the water for several minutes. It returns with a small pearl. Researcher Ozz: Oh. Thank you, but that’s quite alright. SCP-7088-24: (Seemingly confused) I insist. Silence for five seconds as the instance awaits a response. Researcher Ozz: Actually, tell you what, I’ll double the offer if you could tell me about you and your kind. SCP-7088-24: I agree. I am Knockto, (Gesturing to left instance) this is… Knute, (Gesturing to right instance) this is… Knaller, (Turns around) this is… Knu- Researcher Ozz: I meant, specifically, about your type. We’d call it physiology — the way you are. SCP-7088-24: Ah! I apologies. We are Knucker-kind, we live in cave. Several seconds of silence. Researcher Ozz: Anything else? SCP-7088-24: Yes… we used to be different and live near surface like human. We liked long… water pits. Researcher Ozz: Wells? SCP-7088-24: Yes. We once eat hoof-runner5 and little umbrellas6 before human arrived. Now like carrot and woolly things.7 Researcher Ozz: Do you have to hunt anymore? SCP-7088-24: Not hunt now, very nice. Lots of woolly things since the Black Water. Researcher Ozz: What was the Black Water? SCP-7088-24: Surface-dwellers made lots of towers and yellow clouds. We go in cave. Researcher Ozz: How long ago? SCP-7088-24: When humans look for black rocks… coal. Researcher Ozz: You remember that? You must be quite old. SCP-7088-24: I was only wyrmling at Black Water. Follow. The research team is led by the instance to a nearby chamber that is filled with stalactites. SCP-7088-24 seems wary of disturbing their growth as it directs Ozz to a specific formation. SCP-7088-24: (Gesturing to a stalactite) Knockto age. Researcher Ozz: Mineral formations. That’s clever. [Later estimates suggest the stalactite to be around 230 years old.] SCP-7088-24: Good rock? Researcher Ozz: (Chuckles) Yeah. You wouldn’t happen to know where any other colonies are, would you? SCP-7088-24: Many knuckerholes around. Some… much deeper. Researcher Ozz: Where? The instance stares at Ozz for 5 seconds before speaking. SCP-7088-24: Secret… Secret broken for extra payment. [17 minutes of extraneous negotiations redacted for brevity.] <END LOG> Eventually, information regarding nearby “knuckerholes” was traded with SCP-7088-24 for the agreed upon price of two Snickers bars and a flashlight. According to information acquired during Interview 7088-2, an SCP-7088 colony is present in the area surrounding the primary transatlantic telecommunications cable. An investigation into a link between this development and the 2008 Exchange Incident is currently underway. Addendum 7088.3: 25/07/2022 Update Upon the discovery of a knuckerhole located in Lyminster, Sussex, England, a Foundation-operated high resolution ground-penetrating radar team was utilised in order to preemptively view the cave system. It is believed that all knuckerholes follow a generalised layout and, as such, the scan remains a reference for SCP-7088 dwellings’ features. The following observations were noted: Accessible only via a small, but deep, pond. Comprised of a primary cavern wherein most SCP-7088 reside, generally surrounded by small waterfalls leading into a central “lake”. Secondary cavern comprised of cultivated stalactites. Submerged cavern used for the cultivation of oviparous8 young. A large underwater passageway off-shooting from the primary cavern’s body of water that leads to a hidden chamber. An extremely large, submerged, chamber or “keep” filled with copious amounts of rare materials, coins and gemstones. In all documented cases, highly detailed recordings of this chamber display a colossal, scaled instance of SCP-7088 with exaggerated wings and limbs — large stalagmites on its parietal bone resemble spiring decorative horns. The instance remains dormant, seemingly in slumber. Attempts are being made to extract and study a member of the Proteus draconis imperator subspecies in order to assess their dormancy patterns. It is believed that, in time, connections to folkloric tales regarding dragon-like megafauna may be made in addition to predicting future active periods. ALERT: SCP-7088 REPAYMENT OVERDUE, IMPERATOR SPECIMEN RISING. MAKE TRADE OFFER? Footnotes 1. Giant Salamander 2. Olm, or proteus; an aquatic salamander in the family Proteidae, the only exclusively cave-dwelling chordate species found in Europe. 3. A device functioning similarly to a Geiger counter, detecting and recording trace anomalous influence emitted by parafauna in the local ecosphere. 4. SCP-7088 speech was recounted by the notes of F. Ozz, SCP-7088 Research Head. 5. Likely referring to deer. 6. Likely referring to mushrooms. 7. Likely referring to sheep. 8. Egg-born |
SCP-7089 | thaumiel | Item#: 7089 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The exterior of Provisional Outpost-7089 on 18th June 2028. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Per protocol, Provisional Outpost-7089 is to be maintained by agents as an operational self-storage facility in order to mask on-site Foundation activities. The wing containing SCP-7089 is to remain closed to civilian clients under the cover of "long term refurbishment". As all non-anomalous storage units have been removed from the wing, the resultant space is to serve as an operations and living complex for on-site personnel. SCP-7089's exterior is to be monitored via closed circuit camera surveillance in case of unauthorised civilian access. SCP-7089-1 is to be assigned a rotating guard detail at all times to accompany any research expedition and provide an immediate response to any alteration to the interior space. Any proposed test involving SCP-7089 must be signed off on by the research lead, Dr. Frederick Munroe, then approved by Site-44 Director Carter before any action is taken. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7089 is a personal storage unit (number 7089) with an external footprint of 25 square feet, built into the ████ ████ Self Storage facility - hereafter referred to as Provisional Outpost-7089 - in ████████, Yorkshire, England. The interior of SCP-7089 exhibits an acute spatial anomaly wherein its size is many times larger than the exterior. Educated estimates place its size at roughly 140 square miles. As the interior layout changes regularly and does not correspond to linear spatial limitations, this value is subject to ongoing reassessment. The interior of SCP-7089 - hereafter referred to as SCP-7089-1 - contains a storage facility of similar design to the external complex, though a lack of additional decoration and presence of reinforced internal structure and cutting edge [REDACTED] indicate its purpose for either private or military usage, rather than civilian. RECOVERY LOG 7089: SCP-7089 came to Foundation attention on 14th May 2028, following the filing of five (5) missing persons reports in connection with staff and clients of what would become Provisional Outpost-7089, then a privately owned self storage facility. Shortly after this, assets based out of Site-44 bought the facility via a shell company and dispatched first response MTF Psi-42 ("Misfits") to investigate. Following contact with SCP-7089 and confirmation of its spatial anomaly, Psi-42 received clearance to enter SCP-7089-1 for the purpose of recon. Log No. Psi-42/7089 Date/Time: 15th May 2028 - 1325 Local Time Involved Agents: Sarah "Tyke" Tucker (2IC, MTF Psi-42) Otto "Omen" Thornton Harvey "Wiz" Kilner Louise "Noble" Phelps Further Information: Agents on-site were monitored from a surveillance van outside the structure, and from Site-44 by Psi-42 Commander Haley "Hammer" Wilson, who had been unable to lead the operation due to routine medical exams. Agent Wilson requested a line of communication be kept open. [Transcript begins.] Psi-42 have been inside SCP-7089-1 for ten (10) minutes. Agent Omen's body camera turns a corner to a hall of storage units similar to previous halls. Omen: Geez, this place goes on forever. You reckon we're past the city limits, yet? Tyke: Eyes forward, Omen. Omen: Right, right… Two (2) seconds of silence. Tyke: …And no, not quite yet. Light chuckling can be heard between agents. Agent Tyke can be heard sighing. Tyke: Alright, alright. Command, you still reading us? Hammer (via radio): We hear you loud and clear. I'm being told it's spooky how well we can make you out. Wiz: What's the catch? Hammer (via radio): None yet, but that means jack shit. Omen: Wanna bet something's using the great reception to lure hapless shits in? Noble: If it's another slimey, tentacled rat-bastard I swear to God… Tyke: I'm gonna try my luck on that. Hammer (via radio): Noted. Keep your eyes open. Tyke: Roger, ma'am. Agents proceed further into SCP-7089-1. This transcript omits six (6) minutes of footage for brevity, during which time nothing of note is recorded. Noble: Shit… Tyke: Do I wanna know? Agent Noble's body camera is facing a storage unit. The number above its door reads 2743. Noble: I've seen that number before. Two (2) seconds of silence. Agent Tyke can be heard humming. Tyke: Come again, Noble? Where? Noble: There! I mean, uh… Wiz: …Don't tell me, you saw it earlier? Noble: Just after we came in, above the same door. Agent Noble turns. Their body camera shows three (3) units reading 7383, 134 and 1332. Noble: Those ones, too. Omen: Wish my memory was that good… Wiz: No pattern to them to notice. Weren't we going straight? Muttering can be heard between agents. Tyke: …Crap. Hammer? We're being looped around! Probably some sort of closed space. Hammer (via radio): Knew it was too good to be true. Noble said she saw this place just after you came in. Can you see the exit from here? Wiz: I see it, ma'am. Agent Wiz's body camera shows the open unit door the agents entered through approximately 45 meters away. The hall of the non-anomalous self-storage facility is visible beyond it. Tyke: Not trapped, then, unless this place is playing for giggles. Hammer (via radio): Never know what's gonna happen with a non-linear like this. Tyke: Ma'am? Hammer (via radio): Pull out, Tyke. We can come back with proper mapping tech and save a load of hassle. Tyke: Roger. Alright, folks, let's get gone. No sense getting lost when we're so close… to… Wait. Agent Tyke trails off. Both her body camera and others' record her staring wide-eyed at a storage unit. Tyke: What… What the fuck?! Omen: Tyke? You good? Tyke: …Yeah, I… It caught me off guard. Agent Tyke can be seen glancing at the other agents. Tyke: Please tell me you're all seeing this? Agents Omen, Wiz and Noble turn toward the storage unit. Wiz: Not sure what I'm looking for, boss. Tyke: The number above the door, Wiz. Hammer (via radio): I can't make it out from here, Tyke. What's— Agent Hammer is cut off by Agent Noble. Noble: Oh. Oh! That's, uh… Wiz: More than a little invasive, yeah? But since when have these things ever cared for boundaries? Omen: Too much to hope it's just a shitty coincidence, right? Hammer (via radio): Tyke, either get the heck out of there or get closer! I can't see what you're looking at. Agent Tyke moves closer to the unit. The numbers above it come into focus, reading 060699. Agent Hammer can be heard cursing (specifics unintelligible). Hammer (via radio): …Ah. Tyke: That's my fucking birthday, ma'am. Hammer (via radio): I'm well aware. Non-Euclidean and telepathic. Command's gonna love this… Tyke: We still pulling out? Hammer (via radio): I'd say yes, but given the implied intelligence I think the researchers will to want a threat assessment before they go poking about in there. Tyke: Not exactly ideal. Hammer (via radio): When is it ever? Tyke: Alright, alright… Noble, Wiz. Either side of the door. If it's angry or has teeth, fill it with lead. Agents Noble and Wiz can be seen to nod, moving to flanking positions on either side of Unit 060699. Tyke: Omen, with me. Omen: Of course we're opening the damn thing. It's only asked for you personally, at this point… Tyke: Better us than another poor sod, right? Agent Tyke moves to the unit door, grasping the handle. Post-mission audio analysis registers the sound of a lock turning. Agents Omen, Noble and Wiz can be seen raising their firearms to ready positions. Tyke: You got my back? Omen: Always. Agent Tyke can be heard taking a breath and counting back from five (5) seconds before pushing the unit door upwards. She takes six (6) steps backwards as it opens, raising her firearm. All body cameras take a moment to adjust to the limited light levels inside of the unit. Agent Noble can be heard gasping. Noble: …Shit. Agent Tyke lowers her weapon. Tyke: Keep on alert, but… Maybe try not to look so threatening? Hammer (via radio): Tyke, report! What is it? Tyke: Not what, ma'am. Who. Agent Wiz's body camera adjusts to the lack of light. A pile of three (3) unmarked cardboard boxes are visible. Five (5) human figures are huddled together next to them. Omen: …People. [Transcript ends.] Mission Debriefing: On recovery, the individuals inside Unit 060699 were identified as accounting for all staff and client disappearances. After a full medical check-up, all were determined to be in perfect health with no lasting issues barring minor disorientation. As they lacked clear memories of the time between disappearance and recovery, minor Class B amnestics were administered. The boxes recovered contained photographs identified by Agent Tucker as being from a family collection of her grandmother's.1 The photographs appeared to lack anomalous properties. An appeal by Agent Hammer to release them to Agent Tucker is pending approval has been denied. Following Psi-42's expedition, a long-term research group was assigned to Provisional Outpost-7089 to investigate SCP-7089-1. Psi-42 would remain on-site as support. It was observed at this time that the unit number above the exterior door of SCP-7089 matched the number automatically assigned to it by the Foundation database. No evidence of tampering was detected. Date: 19th May 2028 Sender: Haley "Hammer" Wilson (Commander, MTF Psi-42) Recipient: Dr. Frederick Munroe (Research Lead, PO-7089) Clearance: Level 2 I'd like it on record that if this box is precognitive also, it probably knew we were going to find it. I'm happy to help you prod at the thing, but God help us if it's peeked into the future and decides it doesn't like our MO. Construction of on-site containment facilities would be completed on 21st May 2028. On the same day, Provisional Outpost-7089 lead researcher Dr. Frederick Munroe would set testing parameters for SCP-7089. Log No. 7089/210528 Date/Time: 21st May 2028 - 0945 Local Time Involved Agents: Dr. Frederick Munroe (Research Lead, PO-7089) Haley "Hammer" Wilson (Commander, MTF Psi-42) Sarah "Tyke" Tucker (2IC, MTF Psi-42) Further Information: Agents are gathered in Dr. Munroe's recently renovated on-site office, publicly belonging to the facility manager. Conversation has been going for three (3) minutes. This recording is audio only. [Transcript begins.] Munroe: Agent Tucker, how would you describe your experience inside the anomaly? Tyke: Disconcerting, sir, but hardly the weirdest thing I've seen. Munroe: Quite. Your assessment, Commander Wilson? Hammer: Whatever intelligence is running the place seems benign, but we shouldn't assume shit about anything, really. Commander Wilson coughs. Dr. Munroe can be heard sifting through papers. Hammer: Ideally, we need a plan. Munroe: Several plans, I think. We're to take it one question at a time. Tyke: Such as, sir? Dr. Munroe can be heard rising from his chair. The sound of footsteps follows, then a dry marker pen on a whiteboard. Munroe: Let's just start with one for now. We'll work from there. First off, intelligence! Hammer: How smart it is. Tyke: Or whether it means us harm? Munroe: More the former, but if it's playing the long game to lure us, we need to know that as well. Dr. Munroe can be heard returning to his seat. Munroe: Also whether we're dealing with a genuine telepathic or precognitive entity. If we are, this first round of tests should determine that, as well. Hammer: If that's the angle we're going for, then I might have a couple suggestions. [Transcript ends.] . EXPERIMENT LOG 7089-A: The first formal tests with SCP-7089 commenced on 22nd May 2028, focused on establishing a baseline for the level and manner of intelligence governing SCP-7089-1. These tests were also designed to determine whether the intelligence truly possessed telepathic, precognitive or any other form of pseudo-communicative psychic ability. Test No. Date Test Details Result #7089.1 22/05/2028 Dr. Munroe, accompanied by Agent Tyke, enters SCP-7089 while imagining a number (4373). Unit 4373 encountered. Tyke fails to force entry. Dr. Munroe opens the unit on his first attempt. One (1) copy of The Road2 recovered, which Munroe reports as a favourite of his. #7089.2 23/05/2028 Agent Noble, accompanied by Dr. Munroe, enters picturing her preferred alcoholic beverage (sloe gin). Unit ████████ (Noble's service number) encountered. One (1) full crate of ████████-brand sloe gin recovered. It is immediately confiscated. #7089.3 25/05/2028 Researcher Townes enters, accompanied by Agent Wiz. Dr. Munroe has written a number sequence (73217.4) and had Wiz place it in Townes' back pocket before the test. Neither Wiz nor Townes are aware of the contents of the sequence and Munroe is off-site on the day of the test. Unit 732174 encountered. One (1) worn-out stuffed animal (elephant) recovered. Townes reports having owned it as a child. #7089.4 26/05/2028 Agent Tyke enters, accompanied by Researcher Townes. Tyke is carrying a note written by Dr. Munroe, reading 'Can you understand us?'. Unit 19216 encountered. One (1) disc copy of the film Yes Man (2008) recovered. Following Test 7089.4, testing was suspended pending a review of SCP-7089's potential sapient awareness. Log No. 7089/270528 Date/Time: 27th May 2028 - 1510 Local Time Involved Agents: Dr. Frederick Munroe (Research Lead, PO-7089) Haley "Hammer" Wilson (Commander, MTF Psi-42) Further Information: Agents are in Dr. Munroe's office. This recording is audio only. [Transcript begins.] Hammer: What were you expecting, exactly? Munroe: Not something so straight forward. Something more abstract or alien. That'd actually be easier to work with, protocols being what they are. Hammer: Says a lot that a simple 'yes' causes us more problems. Munroe: Mostly the paperwork, honestly. Both agents can be heard chuckling. Hammer: Some things never change. Munroe: I'm sensing a nugget of wisdom coming. Hammer can be heard laughing. Hammer: I wish. You just reminded me of someone, there. Munroe: Your grandfather? Hammer: And my mother. After three generations in the organization you start to notice a trend. Munroe: Quite. Two (2) seconds of silence. Munroe: We are going to have to course correct with the testing, it seems, though the aspects of the anomaly I had intended to test next should still hold up. Hammer: Those being? Munroe: Its interior size, first. But after that? Whether it can understand specific concepts. [Transcript ends.] . The primary subject of #7089.6 through 8 prior to testing. EXPERIMENT LOG 7089-B: Testing resumed on 31st May 2028, following Site-44 Director Carter's approval of Dr. Munroe's adjusted approach to questioning. Tests were initially focused on opening a line of communication with SCP-7089 - predominantly to assess potential hostility - through a simple question and answer style of experimentation. When the first of these tests (see #7089.5) proved that SCP-7089 - while capable of being direct - was prone to responding with symbolism or recovered objects, the nature of questions shifted further to accommodate this. An additional line of testing would be carried out in parallel by Researcher Townes on Dr. Munroe's approval. These tests were intended to determine whether objects recovered by SCP-7089 were created for purpose or relocated from elsewhere. Test No. Date Test Details Result #7089.5 31/05/2028 Dr. Munroe, accompanied by Agent Hammer, enters SCP-7089 while imagining a question, 'How big are you?'. Unit 140 encountered. One (1) laminated map of ████████ recovered with SCP-7089's location marked on it. City limits of ████████ recorded as provisional size for SCP-7089-1. #7089.6 02/06/2028 Researcher Townes leaves one (1) apple with a blue sticker on it in Dr. Munroe's office, then enters SCP-7089 while picturing it. Unit 116125 encountered. Apple with blue sticker on it recovered. Apple vanished from Dr. Munroe's office the moment Townes entered SCP-7089. #7089.7 03/06/2028 Researcher Townes has one (1) apple with a blue sticker on it driven to ████████'s city limits by Psi-42, then enters SCP-7089 while picturing it. Unit 116125 encountered again. Apple with blue sticker on it recovered. Apple vanished from Agent Tyke's hand the moment Townes entered SCP-7089. #7089.8 06/06/2028 Researcher Townes has two (2) apples, with a blue and green sticker on them respectively, delivered to Site-44. After confirming their arrival, he enters SCP-7089 while picturing them. Unit 116125 encountered again. Apple with blue sticker recovered, while apple with green sticker is not. Blue apple vanished from the loading dock outside of Site-44 the moment Townes entered SCP-7089, while green apple - in Site-44 biological storage at the time - was still present when checked. #7089.9 07/06/2028 Dr. Munroe enters, carrying a note reading 'Who are you?'. Unit 7089 encountered. Set of four (4) crates of contents-coded MRE ration packs recovered. Code numbers are arranged inside the unit to read '7089'. #7089.10 08/06/2028 Dr. Munroe enters while imagining a question, 'Do you mean us harm?'. Unit ██████ encountered. Photographic evidence of [REDACTED] recovered. See Incident Report ████/140528, attached below. #7089.11 10/06/2028 With approval from Site-12 Director Durrani, Researcher Townes enters SCP-7089 while picturing SCP-1230. Unit 1230 encountered. SCP-1230 not recovered, still on Director Durrani's desk at Site-12 when checked. #7089.12 11/06/2028 With approval from Site-12 Director Durrani, Researcher Townes requests SCP-1230 be temporarily moved off-site. Townes enters SCP-7089 while picturing SCP-1230. Unit 1230 encountered again. SCP-1230 recovered and returned to Site-12. 1230 vanished from its off-site storage location the moment Townes entered SCP-7089. After Test #7089.12, experimentation would again be put on hold as Dr. Munroe - responsible for devising test parameters for SCP-7089 - was called to Site-44 for a quarterly review of his research. The review was without issue and testing was scheduled to resume upon his return to Provisional Outpost-7089 on 15th June 2028. Prior to this, the below described containment breach attempt would occur at Site-44. Incident Log No. ████/140528 Date: 13th June 2028 Involved SCP(s): SCP-████ Key Personnel: Site-44 Defence Force (FSDF-44) Florence Wing (Asst. Director of Containment, Site-44) Dr. Frederick Munroe (Research Lead, PO-7089) Incident Summary: At 1454 local time, SCP-████ would attempt to breach containment at Site-44 by exploiting an undetected weakness in its containment chamber. Though significant damage was inflicted to the chamber - necessitating extensive repairs and SCP-████'s temporary relocation - a rapid response by the Site-44 Defence Force was successful in recontaining the entity with minimal injuries and zero (0) casualties among personnel. Post-Incident Analysis: The neutralisation of SCP-████'s breach was enabled by material recovered in tests performed with SCP-7089 by Dr. Frederick Munroe. During Munroe's quarterly research review, Site-44 Asst. Director of Containment Florence Wing recognized elements in photographs recovered in Test #7089.10 pertaining to [REDACTED], allowing for an accurate prediction of when SCP-████ would attempt to breach containment. This allowed a response force to be prepared twelve (12) hours before the attempt was made. Due to the importance of SCP-7089 in detecting a potential containment breach, its Disruption Class would be upgraded from Dark to Vlam as a precaution. Dr. Munroe would return to Provisional Outpost-7089 one (1) day early on 14th June 2028 on the grounds that testing to determine the motives and limitations of SCP-7089 was vital to its containment. Date: 15th June 2028 Sender: Florence Wing (Asst. Director of Containment, Site-44) Recipient: Dr. Frederick Munroe (Research Lead, PO-7089) Clearance: Level 3 Director Carter has recommended to the O5 Council that we proceed with further testing on SCP-7089 immediately, and so far there's been no stated objections. Given we can now be certain it is - as a baseline - self-aware, precognitive and unable to remove objects from inside Foundation sites, determining further what we can glean from it and what its intentions are must be a priority from here onward. We need to know whether this box is actually trying to ingratiate itself or whether it just wants our guard down. That first kidnapping to get our attention aside, it's done nothing even remotely hostile, and going by your reports on those keepsakes and intel, it's actively attempting to make us like it, the unhelpfulness of its unwillingness to communicate in words aside. Put simply, you have a blank cheque for whatever you need on this one provided you run it by Carter first, though he's probably going to want to write up a few questions of his own. You have our ear on this, Fred. Don't waste it. . EXPERIMENT LOG 7089-C: Following extended planning, testing with SCP-7089 resumed on 17th June 2028, two (2) days later than originally scheduled. Tests would first consist of a series of questions intended to improve intel regarding SCP-7089, or regarding how SCP-7089 would view itself. After this, the previous lines of research would continue, with a view to understanding what SCP-7089 was and was not capable of. Test No. Date Test Details Result #7089.13 17/05/2028 Dr. Munroe, accompanied by Researcher Townes and Agent Omen, enters SCP-7089 while imagining a question, 'What is your purpose?'. Unit 19216 encountered again. Torn magazine advert depicting a safe bound by large amounts of chains - one of which has a clock hung on it - recovered. A crude sketch of an SRA3 has been drawn in the top left corner of the page. #7089.14 18/05/2028 Dr. Munroe enters, accompanied by Agent Tyke. Munroe is carrying a note reading 'Where did you come from?'. Unit 61 encountered. One (1) unlabelled children's mathematics workbook recovered. Passages in the workbook related to addition are underlined. #7089.15 19/05/2028 Dr. Munroe enters while imagining a question, 'Do you mean us harm?'. Unit 1415 encountered. Box of ten (10) red velvet cupcakes recovered. Debriefing confirms it to be a favourite of more than half of on-site agents. #7089.16 21/05/2028 After receiving approval from Director Carter based on previous evidence of SCP-7089's limitations, Researcher Townes, accompanied by Agents Hammer and Noble, enters carrying a rough sketch of SCP-096. Unit 96 encountered. One (1) thick paper bag recovered. Observation indicates it to be large enough for a person to wear it over their head. #7089.17 22/05/2028 (planned) Researcher Townes, accompanied by Agent Wiz, enters SCP thinking about SCP-682. 'Test Denied. You got lucky with 096.' - O5-█. #7089.18 23/05/2028 Agent Hammer, accompanied by Dr. Munroe, enters while picturing her grandfather, one Dr. Elliot Wilson.4 Unit 1954 encountered. Photograph of Dr. Elliot Wilson and Dr. ██████ Wilson5 recovered. Agent Hammer requests to be excused. #7089.19 24-25/05/2028 Dr. Munroe enters SCP-7089, locates a specific unit (Unit 331), and places one (1) sheet of paper with an 'X' drawn on it. He attempts to recover it the following day. Unit 331 encountered. One (1) marked sheet recovered exactly as it was left. Only Munroe is capable of opening Unit 331. #7089.20 26/05/2028 Researcher Marlowe, accompanied by Agent Noble, enters while imagining Agent Wiz, at that time eating lunch in the operations room adjacent to SCP-7089. Unit 20 encountered. [REDACTED] recovered. Genetic analysis returns a 100% match for Agent Wiz. Tested material estimated to be roughly a decade older than compared genetic samples factoring in rate of decay. To avoid causing unnecessary distress to Agent Wiz, he is not informed of the result of this test. Following #7089.20, Agent Wilson would write the following memo: Date: 28th June 2028 Sender: Haley "Hammer" Wilson (Commander, MTF Psi-42) Recipient: Florence Wing (Asst. Director of Containment, Site-44) Clearance: Level 3 After discussing it at length with Munroe, we are recommending that further scrutiny be given to SCP-7089 and the tests we perform with it before additional actions are taken. Between my gut feeling and the evidence its responses have given us, I have little doubt now that SCP-7089 wants to be on our good side. It wants us to like it, between the shows of good faith, not stealing shit from inside secure facilities - if it even can - and other matters. You know my family history, Wing. What we lost in service. You know what that photograph means to me. What I have doubts of is why it feels the need to ingratiate itself if it knows we don't care. Why it needed our attention in the first place when it could have just as well skirted under the radar. It's sapient, can see the future, pull matter from anywhere - even the future, apparently - like it's nothing, store pretty much anything securely within it and seems to have a mentality designed to be cryptic but fundamentally comprehensible. After the picture of the safe, I'd almost say it wants [REDACTED]. Testing with SCP-7089 would once again be suspended per Agent Wilson's recommendation, pending another full review of its motives. On 30th June 2028, the O5 Council would convene for a routine meeting, among which SCP-7089 was one (1) subject among a number discussed. The following extract has been declassified for personnel of Level 3 or higher. Log No. O5-██████-███/300628 Date/Time: 30th June 2028 - ████ Local Time Involved: Overseer Council (SCP-O5) Further Information: [REDACTED] [Transcript begins.] O5-2: Next order of business. SCP-7089. O5-6: That's… the sapient self-storage unit, correct? O5-2: It is, and the testing with it has revealed some… interesting details about it. I assume you've all read the report? O5-8: Its attempts to ingratiate itself haven't gone unnoticed, cryptic as it is. O5-4: Are we certain it's not setting a trap? Forgive my apprehension, but vague responses and a gut feeling aren't something to draw a conclusion on. O5-2: Certain. I've cross-referenced the data gathered from the anomaly with [REDACTED]. At the very least, it's on the level. O5-6: And purpose built. Whomever sent it back knew what they were doing. O5-11: At this point I can only assume most of us have reached a similar conclusion on that point. O5-2: Which only leaves us needing confirmation from SCP-7089 itself that our assumption is correct. I have the question written up already, so I move to approve. O5-8: At this juncture, the clarity would be welcome beyond the minor risk still remaining. Logs indicate the motion passes with only one (1) council member opposing and two (2) abstaining. O5-2: That settles the matter, then. I will contact Director Carter once this meeting is adjourned. Now, what was next? [Transcript ends.] . EXPERIMENT LOG 7089-D: Test No. Date Test Details Result #7089.21 03/07/2028 TEST REDACTED BY ORDER OF OVERSEER COUNCIL #7089.22 03/07/2028 TEST REDACTED BY ORDER OF OVERSEER COUNCIL On 10th July 2028, normal containment and research operations at Provisional Outpost-7089 would resume. By O5 order, test parameters would now restrict directing specific questions to SCP-7089 without O5 approval, though other forms of testing would continue uninterrupted under Dr. Munroe. With provisional containment complete, MTF Psi-42 were reassigned to assist in the containment of SCP-████ on 14th July 2028, as part of operations to pare PO-7089 back to only necessary personnel. Barring logging of testing or changes in its status, no further updated documentation is required on SCP-7089 for the foreseeable future. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THE FOLLOWING DATA IS RESTRICTED TO PERSONNEL OF LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER Please enter your credentials to verify your identity . ID: .********** . . PASSWORD: .******************** . Level 5 Clearance Detected - ACCESS GRANTED LOGOUT Item#: 7089 Level5 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo All information pertaining to the classified status of SCP-7089 as Thaumiel is prohibited from being shared with personnel below Level 5. To this end, any individuals not immediately necessary to research were removed from contact with SCP-7089 upon this assignment and relocated to other ongoing operations. This included the entirety of MTF Psi-42 ("Misfits"), whose commanding officer, Haley Wilson, has been barred explicitly from making inquiries into the reasons for her task force's transfer. Any attempt to share or exchange part or all of this section of the record with unauthorized individuals will be met with severe repercussions. - O5-2 EXPERIMENT LOG 7089-D RECOVERY 7089-T1 RECOVERY 7089-T2 The following tests took place on 3rd July 2028, under the direct order and oversight of the O5 Council. Per instruction, Dr. Frederick Munroe (Lead Researcher, Provisional Outpost-7089) was instructed to carry in the question referred to in Test #7089.21, the results of which led to SCP-7089's immediate reclassification as Thaumiel and a follow-up clarification in Test #7089.22. Test No. Date Test Details Result #7089.21 03/07/2028 Dr. Munroe enters SCP-7089 carrying a note reading 'Who built you?'. Unit 1 encountered. Object 7089-T1 recovered. See Recovery 7089-T1. #7089.22 03/07/2028 Dr. Munroe enters while imagining a question, 'Can you verify this?'. Unit 1 encountered again. Object 7089-T2 recovered. See Recovery 7089-T2. On 10th July 2028, normal containment and research operations at Provisional Outpost-7089 would resume. By O5 order, test parameters would now restrict directing specific questions to SCP-7089 without O5 approval in order to mask the specific attributes of SCP-7089 from agents without clearance. Other forms of testing would proceed uninterrupted under Dr. Munroe, who as part of continued operations would recieve Level 5 clearance to work with SCP-7089. Under the guise of provisional containment being complete and paring back to only necessary personnel, MTF Psi-42 were reassigned to assist in the containment of SCP-████ on 14th July 2028. Factually, Agent Wilson's presence and the possibility of her learning of Tests 7089.21 through 22 was considered a hazard to continued stable containment (refer to Recovery 7089-T2). Date: 11th July 2028 Sender: Dr. Frederick Munroe (Research Lead, PO-7089) Recipient(s): Overseer Council (SCP-O5) Clearance: Level 5 While I recognize the removal of Commander Wilson and her task-force from contact with SCP-7089 as a necessary step towards continuity of containment and have no objections to file from a logical standpoint, I'd like it on record that I find the decision to keep her in the dark to be an excess of caution. Hammer is a loyal agent, and her family's service to this organization speaks for itself. What we've uncovered here would not change that. I will abide by the decision, as it isn't my place to question, but I'm sure you know better than I do that Wilson won't like this when she inevitably finds out, even if she understands the reasoning. It seems like an unnecessary complication, to me. Barring logging of testing or changes in its status, no further updated documentation is permitted on SCP-7089. This is unlikely to change for the foreseeable future. SCP-7089's attempt to offer its services as a containment site is pending a full O5 review of the matter, but should be answered no later than 2035 to ensure optimal usage of the facility should a motion involving it pass. The following image records Object 7089-T1, consisting of one (1) torn page of documentation recovered from within SCP-7089 during Test 7089.21, after an O5 Council backed request by Dr. Frederick Munroe to know who constructed it. Object 7089-T1, recovered in Test 7089.21. The following audio record was stored on Object 7089-T2, consisting of one (1) USB flash drive of unknown manufacturer origin recovered from within SCP-7089 during Test 7089.22, after an O5 Council backed request by Dr. Frederick Munroe to verify SCP-7089's claim of origin (see Test 7089.21 and Object 7089-T1). Log No. 7089-T2A Clearance: Level 5 Involved Agents: Haley "Hammer" Wilson (Commander, MTF Psi-42)6 Further Information: Deep-scan audio analysis has verified the speaker in this file as Agent Wilson. Agent Wilson and MTF Psi-42 ("Misfits") were assigned to SCP-7089 prior to its classification as Thaumiel. Mnestic therapy has shown her to have no memory of recording this message, reducing the odds of it being fabricated. As a result of the information contained in this file, Psi-42 was reassigned away from SCP-7089, and were excluded from permissions to access Level 5 documentation on the anomaly. To maintain stability of containment of SCP-7089, future actions taken regarding it and matters of temporal continuity, the O5 Council has ordered that this state of affairs continue until it is no longer necessary. [Transcript begins.] The sound of a microphone being adjusted can be heard for five (5) seconds. The whine of a ceiling fan is audible. Hammer: Okay, third time's the charm. Better not fucking cut out, this time. The shuffling of papers can be heard. Hammer: Long time no see, Fred. Or whoever. With how much red tape the O5s threw at this thing, I never got a clear answer on who actually finds this, though I can guess when. Makes sense now, but damn if that wasn't annoying. Three (3) seconds of silence. Agent Hammer can be heard sighing. Hammer: Date today is… Fourth of June, 2089, for whatever keeping track of that even means, these days. Only a month til Independence over in the States, though even God doesn't know if there's anyone left who'd feel like celebrating it. I know I never did, as much time as I spent stationed over there. Two (2) more seconds of silence. Hammer: When I got dragged into running this project - this department - I don't think it clicked straight away what exactly it was we were making. I had more than enough clearance even back then to have all the facts set out in front of me - how it worked, when we needed to be ready, so much other useless crap I barely remember now - but I think it was only in the third year I made the connection. Agent Hammer can be heard chuckling quietly. Hammer: Summer of '74, Ninth Occult War right around the corner, and all I could think about was a little self-storage unit more than six decades in my past, a stone's throw from where my grandfather used to live. Another life even at that point, with all the shit the spooks pumped us full of to keep our hearts going. You wouldn't believe by looking at me that I'm past ninety. I went back, you know, after I put the pieces together. Took a jeep and went cross country, told the Director it was recon. Still don't know how I managed to sell that, with how messed up the world was starting to get. But it wouldn't have mattered: Entire city was ash by then, along with most of the county. No sign of the unit. Guess you found a way to move it at some point, but Carter was never going to tell me where you or it ended up. Still won't, really. The shuffling of papers can be heard again. Hammer: I think you're still out there, sometimes. Comms are patchy, so I wouldn't even know if you were in the next town over, but you knew what was coming better than most of us. If anyone's gonna weather this shitstorm, it'd be you. Not like there's anybody else left I haven't already got a bead on. Not Omen, not Noble… Definitely not Wiz… There's… not many of us here at 44, now. A lot of the effort this side of Europe's moved out to 54. They need most of the remaining personnel - few of us that there are now - to keep the lights on. Can't remember how long ago it was they dragged Wing over there. So that just leaves Carter, myself, a handful of technicians and field agents… and Tyke. Agent Hammer can be heard laughing again, louder now. Hammer: Don't know what I'd do without her. Baffles me how she stays so positive through all this shit, but I don't begrudge it. Makes the days easier on all of us. The ceiling fan in the background can be heard briefly stuttering. Hammer: This place is coming apart. Haven't had the resources for proper upkeep for years. Had to put it all into the project. Only a matter of time before we have to join up with Durrani's lot at Site-12. The box comes before that, though. I know you've worked it out by now, but it's one of ours'. Emergency containment. Handy little intelligence stuffed in a pocket space. Don't ask me how it works, you'll have more than enough time to study the thing. They just wanted me to oversee the project, but it's been ready on our end for a long time, now, and we're almost out of time to send it back. Because the world is well past the brink. No sense us firing the thing up again this late on when you'll get far more use out of it. A creaking noise can be heard, assumed by context to be Hammer leaning back in her seat. Hammer: Anomalies are multiplying by the day. We have more corpses than agents, and those of us still alive are stretched thin. We had decades to prepare for something like the Ninth War, but I still don't think we were ever going to be ready. The box was meant to be a safety measure, to make the war easier on containment, but I don't think that was ever what it was actually intended for. Not that it matters either way. With everything spiralling, now, it's only a matter of time before something gives and I have to write a risk assessment for a Tenth Occult War that no-one will ever read. Five (5) seconds of silence. Hammer: Do you think they knew, Fred? That it'd get this bad? The O5, I mean. They'll be hearing this, too, so they had to, right? Agent Hammer can be heard breathing deeply. Hammer: Or did you already know, Two? Made your plans based on some inevitability. Maybe you thought you could avoid it, or outlast it. Even now that's above my paygrade, not like I'll ever know, and it wouldn't affect my loyalties either way. The Foundation runs too deep in my blood - in my family - for that. But… make this worth it, alright? Find a way through the madness. If you're still out there, fix this. Make it right, I'm begging you. A light thudding sound can be heard, followed by Agent Hammer sobbing. Hammer: Because otherwise all this was for naught, pointlessly prolonging a world that's godless and hollow. Left to fend off the rats for scraps. [Transcript ends.] . . . Footnotes 1. Per her account, presumed lost in a house fire in 2023. 2. 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SCP-7090 | keter | SCP-7090 By: Mr Carbon Published on 28 Sep 2022 20:31 close Info X SCP-7090, "The Girl With The Sun In Her Head," by Mr Carbon. If you liked Aluko and Zheng, check out the MTF Theta-90 Hub Page to see them at a different time in their careers. The ListPages module does not work recursively. SCP-7090 endoscopic image capture. Item #: SCP-7090 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7090 is to be housed according to standard protocols for potentially radioactive humanoids. Periodic medical examination is permitted for the purpose of data collection. Description: SCP-7090 is a 27 year old human female whose cranial cavity contains an object resembling a miniature star. The anomaly was discovered when SCP-7090 presented itself to a medical facility suffering symptoms of a mild thalamic stroke. Initial imaging results were assumed to be due to malfunctioning equipment. When further imaging sessions1 returned abnormal results, physicians began to discuss investigative surgery. By this time, a Foundation plant had become aware of the situation and SCP-7090 was taken into Foundation custody with facility personnel amnesticized as appropriate. The Foundation's own medical imaging returned similar abnormal results; as such, the decision was made to proceed with surgery. At first, SCP-7090's skull appeared to contain a featureless black void. However, endoscopy revealed a small but intense source of broad-spectrum electromagnetic radiation2, located slightly toward the front of the cranium. No evidence of this radiation was detectable from outside the cranial cavity, including from outside the surgical aperture. After subsequent investigations confirmed no further anomalous properties, SCP-7090 was moved to its current containment location for long-term monitoring. Additional data 3/7090 eyes only. Click to view. Access and ID logged. Proceeding... T. Aluko Clinical Notes: SCP-7090 Patient, 27yo female, presented w/unusual cranial imaging, later confirmed w/anomalous endoscopy results showing mostly empty skull w/small light(?) source mid-front of cavity in approx location of thalamus. Pt generally in good health w/slightly elevated BP/PR. Pt displayed modest anxiety and the usual mild distrust — but also sense of relief (uncommon). Pt released and cleared for further surgery. Multiple theories were initially advanced concerning the radiation source in SCP-7090's skull. However, high-resolution spectroscopy yielded an unexpectedly specific result: the object's spectral signature was identical to that of the Sun. At this time, another set of important data was in the process of being uncovered. Parallel to initial surgery, Foundation space monitoring facilities had recorded the manifestation and demanifestation of a very small metallic object just within the boundary of Mercury's orbit. The significance of this detection was initially missed, and the discovery given its own status as a minor anomaly. An analysis crawler deep-dive of Foundation databases later flagged this event as having happened at the same time SCP-7090 was being surgically examined. It was then discovered that the manifestation and demanifestation of the object corresponded exactly with the insertion and retraction of the endoscope within SCP-7090's skull. Multiple experiments were subsequently authorized to investigate SCP-7090 further. A summary of some significant results can be found below. EXPERIMENT 7090-02 Hypothesis: SCP-7090's cognitive function is unaffected by objects passing through its skull boundary. Procedure: Surgical probes were carefully introduced across SCP-7090's skull boundary while it was conscious and unsedated. Note: SCP-7090 had consented to this procedure. Results: No object passing through the boundary of SCP-7090's skull seemed to affect its cognition. Similarly, no pain was reported by SCP-7090. EXPERIMENT 7090-05-06 Hypothesis: Objects cannot pass from the inner Solar System to outside the boundary of SCP-7090's skull. Procedure: A small (~10mm diameter) Foundation location transmitter was sent on a slow course out of the inner Solar System. Results: The transmitter did not emerge from SCP-7090's skull. Additionally, the object could not be directly detected within SCP-7090's skull. This is likely due to the corresponding size of the transmitter at that scale being smaller than the Planck length.3 EXPERIMENT 7090-06-12 Hypothesis: Objects emerge within the inner Solar System at a location that corresponds to their insertion into SCP-7090's skull. Procedure: A surgical probe 50mm in diameter was introduced into SCP-7090's skull. Its emergence point within the inner Solar System was then triangulated. Results: The object emerged in the hypothesized location. This was the final experiment in the EXP-7090-06 series. This series yielded two major results: 1.) Objects inserted into SCP-7090's skull emerge at their correct size relative to the inner Solar System, rather than the much larger size expected if they were scaled relative to SCP-7090's skull. 2.) Emergence location of said objects maps to the theoretical center of their insertion point. Toward the end of the initial experiment battery, Dr Alexandrinia Zheng - a specialist on anomalous spacetime phenomena - was solicited for assistance with interpreting the results. To this end, an interview was scheduled with Dr Zheng, SCP-7090, and SCP-7090 lead investigator Dr Treasure Aluko. Excerpt from medical interview INT-7090-23 Personnel: Treasure Aluko M.D., Alexandrinia Zheng Ph.D., SCP-7090 (Excerpt begins) ALUKO: Okay, Dania. This is my colleague, Dr. Zheng. ZHENG: SCP-7090. Good afternoon. SCP-7090: Oh, my name's Dania. ZHENG: This is an official interdepartmental record. I'm afraid I have to refer to you by your ID number. SCP-7090: Ah. Okay. ZHENG: I mean no personal offense. It's simply a requirement of our procedures. SCP-7090: I understand, I guess. ZHENG: Thank you. So, we understand a lot more about you than when you first came here. One recent experiment series has been particularly revealing. You may recall that Dr. Aluko recently put a large number of probes into your head. SCP-7090: No offense, but that's, like, every other experiment (laughs). I'm not even awake for most of them. ALUKO: This would be Series Six. ZHENG: Yes, thank you, Series Six. The surgeons made a lot of small probe entries into your skull to confirm a theory we have about your brain.4 SCP-7090: Oh. Okay. What's the theory? ALUKO: That it isn't actually there. SCP-7090: Haha! (A pause.) SCP-7090: Wait. Are you… are you serious? ZHENG: We are completely serious. Your brain, if you even have one, is imperceptible to us. SCP-7090: I see. Um, okay. So… I don't even have a brain? ALUKO: We may just never be able to detect it. Or it may be somewhere outside your skull. We're not sure yet. ZHENG: Exactly. SCP-7090, d— SCP-7090: (interrupting) How's that even poss— ZHENG: Do you have any knowledge that might be relevant here? (short pause) SCP-7090: Um… are you asking me if I know where my brain is at? ZHENG: Essentially, yes. That is correct. SCP-7090: Um, well… I guess, no. No. Until I wound up in this place, I just thought it was in my head like, you know… like everyone else. (short pause) SCP-7090: I'm never getting out of here, am I? ALUKO: Oh, I w— ZHENG: (simultaneously) Unlikely, I'm afraid. (short pause) ZHENG: Or, at least, not for a long time. Your situation is very… unusual, and we have to keep the safety of the public in mind. You have what appears to be a radiation source within your skull.5 That could be dangerous, for you and everyone around you. SCP-7090: Oh. (short pause) SCP-7090: Honestly, I'm kind of okay with it. ALUKO: Well, I'm glad to hear that. ZHENG: As am I. Though, frankly, also surprised. SCP-7090: Well, I mean, as soon as I found out my head was all weird, I had a feeling this was, like… that secret government department that covers up all that kinda stuff. Am I right? ALUKO: We, uh… SCP-7090: It's alright, I know you're probably not allowed to tell me. ZHENG: We operate under a strict need-to-know basis. That's all I can tell you at this time. SCP-7090: But… honestly, though? I wasn't doing so good before you guys found me. I was kinda… between homes, I guess. I got in some trouble with my family a year-something ago and… and I wasn't really hanging out with the best people, and I mean… (short pause) SCP-7090: I mean, I get a bed here. I get a roof here. I get food here, you know? You guys look after me pretty good. You even leave me alone, most of the time. (longer pause) ALUKO: Dania, we, um… ZHENG: I think that's everything we have for you today, SCP-7090. Thank you. SCP-7090: Oh. Um, alright. (Excerpt ends) T. Aluko Clinical Notes: SCP-7090 (continued) Pt recovering from surgery; scalp healing well, cranial healing more concerning. Pt's cranial bone showing longer healing times the more surgeries we perform. L4 has proposed more experiments but I have concerns for pt welfare both physically and psychologically. Pt discovering own anomalous nature had marked negative impact on observed and reported well-being; pt displays symptoms of depression as well as repeatedly questioning sense of self. Concerns elevated; no response forthcoming thus far. (FURTHER DATA LEVEL 4/7090 EYES ONLY) Footnotes 1. including X-ray, CT, MRI and PET scans. 2. Wavelengths detected range from radio waves up to high-energy x-rays. 3. Approx 1.6x10-35 meters. 4. At this time, the wormhole or portal-like behavior of SCP-7090's skull boundary was not known to SCP-7090. 5. 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SCP-7091 | safe | By Marceline D. Raynes Item#: 7091 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures Exploration of SCP-7091 is forbidden following the conclusion of the Prometheus Mission due to the unpredictable nature of SCP-7091-1. While standard precautions for anomalous biohazardous substances have been modified for the safety of Foundation employees, the perpetually-evolving molecular alterations of SCP-7091-1 continue to present a threat to biological organisms and inorganic matter. All artifacts and materials collected during the Prometheus Mission are to remain within a cryogenic, hermetically sealed, subterranean vault beneath Site-82. This vault may only be accessed by automata which have been programmed to conduct research and experiments remotely. Once research has been concluded, the automata are to relocate to the incinerator, which has been constructed in close proximity to the vault, and activate the machine from within. The ashes are to be examined at a safe distance by Foundation personnel in Class II hazmat suits for SCP-7091-1 particulate and, if no particulate is present, integrated into the earth. Should SCP-7091-1 remain in any capacity in the ashes, the incinerator is to be activated again and remain active until the particulate is eradicated. Personnel found to contain SCP-7091-1 are to be terminated remotely and subjected to the same processes as the automata assigned to this object. Astronomical reports that suggest the existence of SCP-7091 by civilian scientists are to be discredited and the astronomers are to be administered Type B amnestics. Research into constructing a shield that obstructs SCP-7091 from all angles on Earth is ongoing. Description Image of Crystellia B's location, captured using Space Force 3 SCP-7091 is a Dyson Sphere1 located at [COORDINATES REDACTED] in the Andromeda Galaxy, 1.865 million light-years from Earth. Despite measuring 15% smaller than Sol, the star contained by SCP-7091 produces approximately 1.23 x 1035 joules per 24-hour period, roughly the same amount of energy Sol produces every year. This energy is siphoned off by SCP-7091 via solar arrays and transferred directly to the fourth planet in its solar system, named Crystellia B by Foundation astronomers. SCP-7091 is tidally locked with Crystellia B, although how this is possible given the distance and relative size difference between the two celestial objects is unknown. The surface of Crystellia B is hypothesized to have been overtaken and altered by the abundance of SCP-7091-1. This hypothesis is supported by the ruins of a now-collapsed, space-faring civilization on Crystellia B. Due to the high concentration of SCP-7091-1 on the planet's surface and moons, a thorough investigation into the remnants of this society is not possible at this time. SCP-7091-1 is a telepathic, parasitic black mold. SCP-7091-1 causes cells to regenerate exponentially faster than normal while also removing all motor control and autonomous bodily function in infected, sapient organisms. This process does not affect higher cognition, however. It is also capable of combining atoms of organic matter to inorganic matter, as well as combining the atoms of inorganic matter with other inorganic matter if allowed to propagate unabated. Exploration An artificial construct orbiting within Crystellia B's Roche limit was discovered to have minimal amounts of SCP-7091-1 present on its surface and within its docking port. The minimal amount of SCP-7091-1 particulate was within acceptable risk parameters outlined by the Ethics Committee. On 8 June 2087, an expedition to the artificial construct, dubbed The Prometheus Mission, was proposed by the Anomalous Astronomical Division and later approved by the O5 Council. A three-person team of interstellar exploration veterans was dispatched to investigate the structure. Lucy Cabot, Nathaniel Burr, and Jazzmin Gibson volunteered for the anthropological mission, having all participated in deep space explorations into ancient megastructures over the last decade. They each were outfitted in Class II hazmat suits, which were worn underneath their space flight suits, and a gun that fired both incendiary and ballistic rounds. Their primary objective was to investigate the artificial construct under the assumption that, due to the relatively trace presence of SCP-7091-1, they would be able to find living members of Crystellia B's inhabitants or non-contaminated objects they left behind for study. Using an experimental warp drive reversed engineered from Sarian technology, the Foundation was able to transport Cabot, Burr, and Gibson at speeds faster than light to Crystellia B. After a short recovery period to prevent deceleration sickness, the team disembarked the vessel and entered the artificial construct through the open port. Prometheus Mission Log.01 The following recording was transmitted from the team's mounted body cameras to the ship, where it was relayed to Foundation headquarters. <Begin Log> Cabot: This is Lucille Cabot of the Prometheus Mission with our field report. We have de-warped from hyper speed about… two Earth-hours ago, and are approaching the station orbiting Crystellia B. Time now is approximately 0200. The artificial megastructure can be observed through the window of the vessel. The construct is large enough that its entire length cannot be viewed without panning the viewport camera. It appears to be constructed of a metal alloy, with various seams where additional metal plates were welded to the structure after its initial completion. Several grooves can be observed on the exterior, forming paths and patterns that resemble triangles. Orange lights can be seen emanating from within. At the "top" of the structure is a device resembling an antenna, with a blinking red light at the end of it. Burr: Looks like someone's home, captain. I'm picking up a ton of organisms on the inside. Gibson: Could be uninfected lifeforms from Crystellia B, or maybe some S.C.2 remnants? Cabot: Run a deep scan of the area in the range of five thousand kilometers. Check for Sarian scouting ships, frigates, the works. Burr: On it. Burr activates the vessel's exterior sensors, inputting the range suggested by Cabot. The sensor takes several minutes to compute. Once it completed its task, fourteen dark green circles indicating the presence of vehicles that are clustered together can be seen on the screen on the exterior of the structure. Several dozen smaller clusters suggesting the presence of organisms can be observed within the artificial structure as well, although they are stationary. Burr: Got something. A lot of somethings, actually. Sensor's picking up Sarian ships, but they're way too close together. Cabot: What do you mean? Burr: I mean that there's no less than fourteen S.C. ships coinciding with one another in almost the exact same space while also somehow still being distinct objects. And they're… expanding? Growing? Metal doesn't move like that. Gibson: This scanner isn't malfunctioning. Perhaps this is a previously unobserved anomaly. Burr: Could be. I also ran a diagnosis for local Hume levels. Everything about the Sarian ships meets our expectations of their tech. The only anomalous things I saw about that cluster of ships is the presence of SCP-7091-1. They seem to be growing almost organically too, kind of like a flower. Cabot: Can we dock on that side? Burr: Negative. There's too much SCP-7091-1. We're gonna have to try portside. Gibson: I thought AAD3 cleared the station? Cabot: Base is a little less than two light years away, I'm not surprised they missed the cluster of ships, or the SCP-7091-1 starboard side. (To Burr) Bring her in. Burr: Copy. The vessel approaches the portside docking bay of the artificial structure. The bay door is slightly ajar and off the tracks, and SCP-7091-1 can be observed from the viewport camera. From the other side of the bay door, a small segment of a Sarian ship can be observed. The ship's nose is protruding into the bay door, connecting the two via strands of SCP-7091-1. Cabot: Attempt a manual override. Gibson enters several keystrokes on the vessel's primary datapad. After several minutes, she is able to remotely access the artificial structure's mainframe. She presses a few buttons but none are able to control the bay door mechanism. She turns dials on the screen and the bay door begins to open, albeit with difficulty. After approximately one minute, the bay door mechanism experiences a mechanical malfunction and breaks off its hinges, allowing for both the door and the Sarian ship to float into space. Gibson: Well, that was… unexpected. My apologies. Cabot: Any port in a storm, right Nate? Burr: Strap in, folks. Burr brings the vessel inside and, after Gibson activates and closes the emergency doors to the structure's hangar, he powers down the vessel. The team disembarks, pistols drawn and flashlights active. The interior of the structure appears abandoned; large crates of what appear to be rations and medical supplies can be seen strewn about the floor haphazardly. There are two large space-faring frigates present, both coated in a thick layer of rust and SCP-7091-1 particulate. From the ceiling hang strands of interwoven SCP-7091-1 matter, resembling cobwebs. These strands reach from the ceiling to the wall, where they can be observed descending to the floor similar to tree roots. Within the strands, in between the wall and the left-most frigate, emaciated humanoid cadavers can be seen fused to the floor. The upper dermal layer of the cadavers has been integrated with SCP-7091-1, leaving the remainder of exposed dermal tissue black. What can be seen of the cadavers shows that they possessed long limbs, approximately twice as long as an average human's. The heads are bulbous and enlarged, although whether this is a result of SCP-7091-1 infection affecting necrosis or the natural shape of the organisms is unknown. The heads that are the least altered possess four eyes, a larger pair near the top of the head, and a smaller subset on the sides of the skull. The eyes of these organisms are glossed over, suggesting their cessation of life; however, when Cabot shines her flashlight on them, the eyes can be seen tracking the light. Cabot: What do you make of this? Gibson: The bodies must still have some neural activity going on, given the… physiological response. Beyond poking them with a stick, though, I can't tell you if the infected are still alive or not. Gibson overrides a mechanism in the hangar bay, moving a pillar-like object along a track that was obstructed by the SCP-7091-1 web. The strands snap, allowing for the humanoid organisms to collapse onto the floor in front of her. Several organisms groan, while others begin speaking in Craeic, albeit with obvious strained difficulty. Cabot: Can you translate, Gibson? Gibson: (She clears her throat.) I am a tad out of practice with old extra-solar dialects but… hrm… Looks like three words: Consume, expand, and… grow? I'm not sure if that is them talking or the SCP-7091-1, however. Burr: Regardless, it looks like they didn't get very far. Cabot: Doubtful. The hulls of these ships are too shot for deep space – plus, I don’t see any repair tools or automatons nearby. They were probably marooned here. A crashing sound is heard from deeper within the artificial structure. The team members raise their weapons as Cabot approaches the door leading to the interior. She looks through the glass viewport and, upon determining it safe to progress, activates a keypad on the side of the door, opening it. The door attempts to slide upward but the girders are obstructed. Gears church, and the door eventually snaps off its railing, falling backward. It lands away from Cabot, and making considerable amounts of noise. Cabot motions for Gibson and Burr to follow. The team makes their way through a triangular corridor. The presence of SCP-7091-1 has diminished significantly from the hangar and is barely visible from the team's perspective. Sigils resembling Craeic are visible on the walls, hastily written, judging by the quality of the writing. Cabot: Gibson? Gibson: Something about a spread? This character is typically associated with infection or mold. Perhaps a warning about SCP-7091-1 infection? Burr: A warning? Seems a little late for that, don't ya think? Cabot: It's not for them. It's for us. Burr: Should we press on, Cap? Cabot: …Affirmative. Prometheus Mission Log.02 The following footage resumes after the team traversed through the space station. During the intermittent period of the last log and the beginning of the subsequent one, no dialog was spoken, and observations were consistent with what was already discovered, hence its exclusion from this document. Relevant footage resumes at the entrance to an antechamber. <Begin Log> Camera pans, revealing a large sliding door covered in SCP-7091-1, which has formed into vine-like structures. Cabot attempts to access the door via the control panel on the right side of it. Despite a green light activating, indicating a successful connection, the door remains sealed. Burr: Blast it? Cabot: I'm leaning that way, but we should exhaust our other options first. We don't know how SCP-7091-1 will react to live rounds. Incendiary might do the trick, but again, can't know for certain. Gibson: Ignited mold and ash could prove hazardous. Burr: Right… Maybe there's a weapon or a pipe or something around here we can pry it open with. Cabot: Good thinking. Let's look around here. The team disperses while still remaining in visual contact with one another. Cabot examines a relatively small amalgamation of seared flesh and eyes that are bound together by SCP-7091-1. The eyes track her but do not otherwise react to her light or any additional stimuli. Cabot shines her light beyond the mass of SCP-7091-1, revealing a corridor completely obstructed by mold and fused corpses. Gibson examines the ceiling. From the ceiling hang loosely formed stalactites comprised of rotten corpses, relatively devoid of SCP-7091-1. A piece of muscle matter drips from the stalactite and lands right in front of Gibson, who steps back to avoid residual splatter. At the base of the stalactites is a pattern of swirled flesh that resembles a face, albeit the "eyes" are closed. The face extends from Gibson's position deeper into the space station, disappearing into the obstructed corridor. Burr rounds a stanchion-like structure with an active display atop it. The display has SCP-7091-1 on approximately 50% of its surface, although Burr is still able to activate dials and buttons on its holographic surface unabated. At his meddling, lights within the area turn on, and a ventilation system can be heard activating. Burr: Think I got something, folks. Gibson and Cabot make their way over to Burr. Gibson moves to stand in his place in front of the display and begins reading the symbols that have appeared. Gibson: Looks like some kind of emergency control mechanism. (She points.) That symbol means either "Back-up" or "Second". (She points elsewhere) This one says "Entrance". Cabot: Might open that door. Gibson turns the dial below the "Entrance" sigil. Seconds later gears and other machinery can be heard turning. There is a loud stuttering sound, as if the mechanism has become obstructed by a foreign object. Gibson turns a few more holographic dials, later confirmed to be her diverting more power to this mechanism from other areas in the space station. After approximately three minutes, the vine-like structures preventing their access from the antechamber snap and the door opens. Cabot pats Gibson's shoulders and leads the team through the door to the antechamber. The floor is covered with SCP-7091-1 in far greater concentration than was previously observed. The texture of the mold makes the floor partially adhesive, hindering the team's movement slightly. As they progress into the antechamber, the vine-like structures begin to contract, closing the door behind them. Burr: Shit. Captain, we have a problem. Gibson: We can worry about the door later. Do you still have your datapad? Burr: I do, yeah. (He checks it.) There's two organisms a few meters ahead of us, right next to each other by the looks of it. Cabot: Keep an eye out. Along the walls of the antechamber are metal plates, twisted and reformed so that they barely resemble their original shape. Spheres comprised of non-homogenous metals and SCP-7091-1 levitate above short pillars of SCP-7091-1, arranged in two rows parallel to one another. Large display monitors are suspended at an angle from the ceiling, displaying flashing sigils that read: "Ship Construction Complete. Ready to launch?". At the far wall of the antechamber are two humanoid cadavers. The bodies are approximately three meters tall and likely possessed a large amount of muscle mass, judging by the patterns on the sloughing skin that loosely resemble that of human muscle. Each cadaver has seven digits on each hand and have a digitigrade foot structure, although the cadaver on the left is missing one of its legs. The cadavers appear to be embracing one another. One of the cadavers turns its head toward the team and reaches its hand out. The mouth moves, allowing the cadaver to speak although their speech is apparently impeded by the presence of SCP-7091-1 in their throat. Gibson: It is hard to tell for certain. I think it might be hungry. Cabot: Let's not give them more biofuel, huh? At the base of the cadavers' feet is a journal, devoid of SCP-7091-1. Cabot examines the journal and, after confirming that SCP-7091-1 is not present within its pages or cover, encloses the journal in a biohazardous material transportation container. Burr: The ships were literally just a button press away from launch, Cap. Cabot: Jesus. Gibson: God clearly did not have good plans for them. Cabot: Let's pack it in and go home. We've done everything we need to here. Gibson & Burr: Copy. <End Log> Recovered Scientific Journal The following content was transcribed aboard the exploration team's vessel by the onboard A.I. and transmitted to Site-83 for analysis. Star Date: 12th Aermith, Cycle 900 I cannot believe that it actually worked! Septimus and his legion of scientists have created a fully functioning solar siphoning machine and now we can supply all of Crestenia with power until the star explodes two decillion years from now. May the moons bless us for eternity. A problem persists now though: we have conquered the star, bent the other twelve planets to our will, mapped out our galaxy to the smallest grain of sand on the smallest dwarf planet, but we are stranded. Marooned. Our lifespan cannot withstand the sheer length of time it would take to travel even the short distance from our solar system to the next. If I were to board a ship right now in my 100th cycle around the sun, I would reach Seraminus as an old Craetian, my offspring would be well in their 300's, and their offspring would be preparing to have offspring of their own. This is not acceptable. I have brought this issue to Septimus's attention the other day. He seemed upset at this realization but in turn offered me the opportunity to work directly under him on a solution. What great fortune he has bestowed on me. I will not let him down. Together we Craetians will conquer the universe! Star Date: 19th Aermith, Cycle 900 The conventional machination of the flesh has proven to increase the longevity of a normal Craetian by 15% at the cost of routine maintenance and regular replacement of machine-parts. A solution, for sure, but not a sustainable one. Eventually all the raw material from our home and the other planets in our system will be depleted to sustain our population. We can find more elsewhere, but what happens when everything non-renewable runs out? Our species will perish, and it will be my fault. I cannot allow this. Septimus has assigned me a team of individuals I am unfamiliar with. Perhaps they were from one of the outworld colonies, or maybe from a moon I didn't know about. They are willing to work and do as they're told, so I suppose their origins don't really matter all that much, do they? One of them, a strange tiny creature partially composed of metamaterials named Alph, has suggested that we convert from standard mechanized components to biomechanical ones powered by the sun. I don't think it will bode well, but for the sake of the mission, I will test it. May the moons bless us wayward explorers. Star Date: 45th Aermith, Cycle 900 We have been diverting power from the sun to the biomechanical Craetians as described in Alph's blueprints. So far testing has been going well. Septimus is pleased, as am I. We may have this figured out! Septimus has begun constructing deep space exploratory ships on the space station orbiting Crestenia. He has plans for fourteen teams of colonists to each take one ship and explore a different section of our galaxy and maybe even the ones outside of our heliosphere. Our star maps are already full and beautiful of the worlds we have conquered, imagine what they will look like when we have a legion of immortal explorers to constantly update them! I can hardly contain my excitement! I do wish I could join Septimus aboard the space station though. He says my place is here on Crestenia, in the lab, working on a solution to ensure the perpetual survival of our species. But I miss his presence. I hope he comes to visit soon. May the moons guide us to immortality. Star Date: 1st Haelith, Cycle 900 Yesterday we began the space flight trial for the solar powered biomechanical Craetians. All was well, at first, until they left Crestenia's atmosphere. The raw, unfiltered solar radiation overflowed their mechanical parts, heating them up until the internal reactor couldn't withstand the heat. Every single one of them went critical and exploded before they could kiss the stars. I am a fool to have thought the solution would be so simple. I mourn for the loss of my people, and I am ashamed to have disappointed Septimus. I cannot even blame Alph for this, as I am the one in charge of approving, testing, and researching means to our immortality. I am a failure. May the moons forgive us ambitious squalors. Star Date: 3rd Haelith, Cycle 950 Fifty cycles have passed, and we are no closer to a solution to mortality than when we started. I fear that hope may be lost. Alph has been a tremendous help to my plight, but they too are lost. Forty-five cycles ago we began experimenting by modifying the genetic code of newly hatched Craetians, isolating the gene sequence that is responsible for our inevitable biodegradation and removing it. The children appeared normal at first. They aged and developed quicker than one would expect, with their metamorphosis occurring during their thirtieth cycle as opposed to their mid-seventies. However, despite essentially removing death from their genomes, each child experienced rapid cellular degradation at forty-two; none from our trial made it to see their 45th cycle. I am heartbroken. Never in all my years did I think myself a child-murderer. Septimus took a short reprieve from ship construction to deal with the parents himself. I never saw any of them again. Alph assures me that we are on approaching a breakthrough. I hope they are right. I wish I didn't have to make these sacrifices, but it has become clear that I can no longer avoid them. This is for the greater good. Star Date: 14th Aermith, Cycle 1075 I am 275 today. I felt a kink in my bones for the first time today. I really am getting old. Alph and I unleashed a modified strain of the Xanthan virus on a small group of Craetians about 100 cycles ago, the same one that killed the Sarian Collective all those years ago. The modifications were difficult to make, and a stable, albeit non-lethal strain of the Xanthan virus proved even more taxing on us. But it was made, and now it is done. The older Craetians succumbed to the expected symptoms; violent coughing, sloughing of the skin, loss of extremities. But the younger ones appeared to have an innate inoculation against our little virus. At first, they were unaffected, but as the cycles passed and they grew older, they did not show any signs of visible age or degradation. Their skin was as smooth as the day they completed metamorphosis. They were agile, alert, and quick to react. Unlike me, that is. This was it! The solution we've been looking for! I cannot wait to bring Septimus this news. May the moons bring us joy for eternity to come. Star Date: 30th Aermith, Cycle 1075 Septimus has completed ten of "his" proposed fleet. I say "his" because, in truth, the ships are just repurposed Sarian transportation vessels he'd found abandoned on the dark side of Crestenia. Still, who am I to discredit his work? Alph and I brought one of the infected Craetians with us to show him. They had proven immune to solar radiation, and this one, in particular, seemed to actually favor space travel. Septimus was pleased with our work. I was pleased with our work. When we returned the infected to Crestenia, however, it began to decompose almost immediately. It complained of headaches, body soreness, felt like its organs were being crushed under the gravity of our planet. All the symptoms of lethal depressurization sickness. I am confused. Why was this happening so long after we disembarked? It does not make any sense! For all intents and purposes, those infected with the modified Xanthan virus were not able to leave Crestenia or any planet, and return without disastrous consequences. This is a massive setback, for certain. But one we can recover from. I am close to a breakthrough. May the moons provide guidance in our feeble pursuit. Star Date: 4th Haelith, Cycle 1214 Septimus grows old as the last of his ships near completion. I too, am getting on in my years. I should have offspring by now, and they too should be rearing the next generation of Craetians into life. And yet here I am with Alph, stuck in the confines of this infernal laboratory, trying to understand why I cannot release us from the binds of mortality. I am 314, and I have accomplished nothing. Star Date: 16th Aermith, 1300 Hope to explore the galaxy and beyond has fallen in our people. Alph has become infected with some sort of fungal growth they encountered while scrounging the caves for new test subjects. We've all but been abandoned at this point. When I walk through town, they point and jeer at me, mocking me and my team for our failures. I should like to see any other Craetion suffer under the same pressure as I. They would crumble in twenty cycles, maybe less! I attempted to treat Alph with the remaining medical supplies at the lab, but every insertion I made sealed before I could extract the fungus. Remarkably, Alph claimed they felt well enough despite the obvious change to their physical appearance. I hope they aren't suffering from delirium. Septimus has been silent lately. I dare not approach him on the space station, lest he too look at me the same way the Craetioas down here do. I will find a solution for you, Septimus, or my name isn't Allenya. Star Date: 14th Haelith, 1389 Alph does not age. What I thought to be fungus in their internal structure was actually mold, black in color and… alive. I had looked into their internal structure with their consent and found that all of Alph's organs, including those critical to survival, had simply died. They were overtaken by the mold, and were now operating under its instruction. The body is dead, and yet Alph remains, autonomous and of sound mind. Apart from a severe cough and the occasional expulsion of black liquid from their mouth, Alph is well. This is it! Tomorrow I will board a ship to the space station and bring Septimus the news myself. We are immortal at last! The mold does more than regenerate the body, as I have found out through observation. It adapts to the will of the host. Septimus and his construction crew have found renewed strength since their infection, and they are able to lift objects and metamaterials without machine assistance! Our food harvesters can collect raw material swifter, our physical champions can perform athletic feats significantly easier and with faster reaction time, and our scientists, including myself, have shown enhanced intelligence. This mold is truly a gift from the moons. I am grateful to Alph for discovering it. The ships are nearly completed and soon we will be able to explore with undying bodies. I find it harder and harder to think of anything else. Perhaps I am excited, perhaps I am obsessed. Either way, I cannot wait to see what will become of our exploration. The galaxy awaits. 40th Aermith, 1450 My mind wanders sometimes. My thoughts are my own on most days, but every so often I find that I am… absent… from my body. It is as if my body is acting on its own accord in these moments when I am not there, but I cannot confirm this on my own. Alph claims to have felt the same way, no one else that we've talked to has though. Perhaps it is the stress of expansion, of growth of the Craetian race, that is getting to us. Every time we try to conduct tests on ourselves though, we find that the same circumstances occur. Recording devices that we set up are dismantled at our hand, outside observers lose interest and leave once testing begins. Septimus hasn't responded to my correspondence either. I wish to see him, but I cannot seem to enter a ship. I heard it today. The voice. It was telling me to grow, to expand, to consume. It is a guttural thing, one that stems from a place I do not wish to know of. My mind fights for control harder and harder with each passing cycle. There are days when I cannot see my environment, and all I see is the mold. I can feel it growing slowly in my internal anatomy. I can feel the fuzzy pricks of cilia behind my eyes and in my teeth and beneath my scales. I wanted to ask Alph if they had felt the same symptoms as I, but all that came out of my mouth was "growth". The Craetians all look the same now. Their eyes are pitch black and fuzzy. Their scales are made of cilia. Their bodies are made of mold. I can hear them talking to me, though their mouths do not move. They whisper into my ear about the darkness, about the hunger, about the spread. I do not want to go into that dark place. Mold spreads at alarming rates. It covers a quarter of the planet now. Septimus is building automatons to help pilot a ship into deep space. There are not enough of us to escape the mold. It will grow. It will spread. It will consume. There is no stopping it. We are immortal. We are one. My thoughts are hardly my own anymore. I can hear the thoughts of my people echoing in my mind more intensely now. It is overwhelming at times, but there are moments where their voices are quiet. It never stops, though. The voices, that is. They cry and blame me for their suffering in this… collective consciousness. They want freedom. I cannot give them this. I am always hungry. Spreading. Infected on space station. My hands hurt. My mind hurts. Can't fight for control much longer. Septimus worries. I am fine. I am everything everywhere all at once. I am Crestenia. I am the moon. I am myself. The hunger is excruciating. I ate a Craetian, absorbed their molded body into mine. I felt full. I must eat again. The spread. Growth. The universe is a morsel, and I am a predator. It awaits my consumption. I will eat the stars. I am in that dark place now. I can feel myself slipping deeper each day of each cycle that passes by. I can hardly form a thought outside of the hunger. I can hear a ship approaching. I do not recognize the design. Someone please save me. All is well. Æ is for "Ærials" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub C is for "Closers" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7091" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7091. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Composites using CC images that were edited by me Earth.png Source: https://wordpress.org/openverse/image/763c65bc-ba06-46c2-a62f-fcad9eab244b License: CC BY-SA 2.0. 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SCP-7092 | neutralized | FluffyDog00 Check out the rest of my works here: Author Page The landing site of SCP-7092-1 Item #: SCP-7092 Special Containment Procedures: The corpses of SCP-7092-1 and SCP-7092-2 have been relocated to the nearest containment facility for further examination. Description: SCP-7092 is the designation for two humanoid entities: SCP-7092-1 and SCP-7092-2. Their corpses were discovered in an open plot of land in Greeley, Colorado on October 19, 2021 when both entities crashed and expired. SCP-7092-1 was the first of the two entities to land. Satellite footage shows that it had manifested in the northern hemisphere above the earth's exosphere at around 8:40 pm MDT before landing in Greeley. It was illuminated with a bright-orange color and appeared to be riding another entity in the shape of a steed. This entity dissipated when it entered the mesosphere, leading SCP-7092-1 to lose its balance and expire upon colliding with the ground. An autopsy showed that SCP-7092-1's entire body was constructed out of hot embers, which had decreased in warmth at the time of examination. It wore a grey coat sewn with threads of an unidentifiable metal and a tan bandana made of mineral wool wrapped around its mouth. Inside the left pocket of SCP-7092-1's jacket was a package wrapped in a leather sheet held together with twine wrapped in a bow. Within the package was a heart-shaped locket made of steel. Inside the locket was a music box that played the tune of "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley when opened. At around 9:00 pm MDT, SCP-7092-2 manifested in the southern hemisphere. It emitted a white gas from its body and accelerated towards the surface in an orb-shaped formation before it collided with the ground, landing approximately 8 meters away from SCP-7092-1. The body of SCP-7092-2 was found to be constructed of nitrogen ice and iron-nickel rock. It bore a wide-brimmed hat made of titanium and a damaged leather jacket. Additional items found on SCP-7092-2's body were a banjo withered from collision damage and a folded-up page of sheet music of the song "You Are My Sunshine" by Jimmie Davis. Further research concerning the connection between SCP-7092-1 and SCP-7092-2 is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7092" by FluffyDog00, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7092. Licensed under CC-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: landingsite.jpg Name: Tswaing crater montage.jpg Author: Myiu License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-7093 | euclid | Item#: 7093 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7093 is to be contained within a standard suite for humanoids at Site-17. The subject is allowed access to 2 hours a day of walking time outside the cell for leisure (accompanied by a trusted psychologist) and may be visited by any Class C or higher personnel. Description: SCP-7093 is a 17 year old human female with an amputated left arm, weighing 42kg at a height of 151cm. Despite the subject's amputated arm, SCP-7093 is able to manipulate objects as if it was still there through a form of psychokinesis. When pressed on how it is able to do this, SCP-7093 insists on the existence of its arm, and enters a nervous breakdown when the opposite is shown to be true (such as when an object passes through the empty space where the subject's arm would otherwise be). SCP-7093 has been observed successfully doing mundane tasks with its nonexistent left arm, such as opening doors or eating food, but the subject appears to be unable to utilise psychic abilities to interact with anything that its arm would be unable to. Attempts to get SCP-7093 to influence objects further away than 60cm1 have resulted in failure, and the force able to be applied by the subject's powers was measured at 105N when pushing a lever, a typical amount of force for a human. SCP-7093 was first encountered after a terrorist attack in Nagoya, Japan on 09/08/2004 while walking to school, at which the subject was hit by shrapnel from an explosion and suffered significant damage on the left side of its body. While unconscious due to the blast, medical professionals on the scene removed SCP-7093's arm: after regaining consciousness on 18/08/2004, the subject began displaying anomalous properties and was taken by the Foundation to Site-79 in Tokushima before relocation to Site-17.2 SCP-7093's discovery and manifestation of anomalous characteristics occurred at the same time as an incident of SCP-6081 was occurring at the Shikinomichi path, 95m from the field hospital where the subject's arm was removed. It has been theorised the cherry blossoms' effect on human memory may have influenced SCP-7093's development, but the method in which it would have done so, or why no other examples similar to SCP-7093 have been found, is unknown. Addendum 7093-01: 19/09/2004 - SCP-7093 arrived in Site-17 in a disoriented state, with physical effects of its injuries still present. Recommended to talk with the subject soon and assess anomalous qualities in order to establish proper containment procedures. Researcher Maeda has been appointed to this entity. + Open Transcript 1 - Close <Saturday, 04:53, 20/09/2004> Note: 6 minutes after SCP-7093's arrival at Site-17. [SCP-7093 is escorted by several members of Containment Team Anadatus-81-F to an interrogation room. Legcuffs bind its feet together, limiting its movement to small steps. As it enters, the large steel door seals shut behind it.] Researcher Maeda: Good morning. Please state your name and date of birth. Please do not resist. SCP-7093: Let me go, I can't- Researcher Maeda: Please sedate it. [A member of the Containment Team quickly applies a chemical to SCP-7093's neck region via injection.] Researcher Maeda: State your name and date of birth. Do not resist. SCP-7093: My name… is Toyotama Mikazuki. I'm 17. Born on the 5th of November, 1987. Researcher Maeda: Are you aware of why you're here? SCP-7093: What? I don't even know where I am, so- Researcher Maeda: Are you a danger to yourself or to society? SCP-7093: A danger to myself or to society? No… what? I'm a normal girl, maybe a little rebellious but that's what all kids do, right? So please just let me go, my parents must be so worri- Researcher Maeda: Who are your parents? [The subject displays significantly increasing nervousness.] SCP-7093: Can someone please tell me what's going on? My parents? Nao and Ryusuke Mikazuki, now can I go? I don't understand, everything happened so fast, the explosion and now- Researcher Maeda: You will remain in this facility for the foreseeable future. Are you going to resist our attempts to contain you? [SCP-7093starts shaking, looking at the Containment Team's firearms.] SCP-7093: I-I-I don't think I have much of a choice… just please don't kill me. Please. Researcher Maeda: Bring the subject to its quarters, and get it up to speed. Send one of the Junior Researchers to do that. [Maeda says something into her earpiece, and the door opens. SCP-7093 sobs as she is escorted out of the room.] [Researcher Maeda sighs, and looks up to the ceiling.] + Open Transcript 2 - Close I took it upon myself to have a chat with the subject and assess its anomalous qualities, as ordered by the higher-ups. Transcript translated from Japanese, but the original is available, just send me an email if you want it. - Researcher Maeda. <Saturday, 09:12, 20/09/2004> [SCP-7093 and Researcher Maeda are sitting down in the former's room. Researcher Maeda is accompanied by two armed guards.] Researcher Maeda: Hello. How are you feeling? SCP-7093: Hello. I suppose I'm alright. Researcher Maeda: I'm glad. I know what's happened in the past few days has been… disorienting, to say the least. I just wanted to check up with you and make sure you're alright. [Subject was silent for 62 seconds.] SCP-7093: It's strange. It's like my world has broken into pieces, and I'm not sure if I can get them back together. This story about a world-spanning, all powerful, top secret Foundation… it's almost too much to believe. I wouldn't, if I wasn't sitting in a room provided by you guys. [SCP-7093 sighs.] SCP-7093: And the worst of it is that I don't know why I'm here. Researcher Maeda: You displayed anomalous characteristics. Manipulating objects with your mind, it seems. Psychokinesis. SCP-7093: What? Anomalous… telekinesis? I'm sorry, but- [Researcher Maeda places a plastic ball on the table.] Researcher Maeda: Please pick up this ball with your left hand. [SCP-7093 nods, and the ball begins to levitate, as if being held.] SCP-7093: What now? Researcher Maeda: And nothing. You've just used your mind to pick that ball up. SCP-7093: What? What are you talking about? Researcher Maeda: Very, very interesting. + Open Transcript 3 - Close <Saturday, 13:02, 20/09/2004> [Researcher Maeda and SCP-7093 are seated in the same positions as before. Researcher Maeda has a brown leather satchel in her lap.] Researcher Maeda: Good afternoon. How was your lunch? SCP-7093: Fine. I'm still a little stunned, from everything. Researcher Maeda: I see. How are you feeling? I'm here to run a few more basic tests on you, so we can try and understand more about how your…left arm works. Please place your arm on the table. SCP-7093: Shichiten hakki.3 My arm works like yours does. But fine. [SCP-7093 appears to comply, shifting her weight to the table, resting on her nonexistent arm.] [Researcher Maeda pulls out a folding knife from her satchel.] SCP-7093: Oh, God. What are you going to do to me? Researcher Maeda: Do you feel fear when I do this? [Researcher Maeda approaches the area where SCP-7093's arm would be with the knife, and prepares to strike.] [SCP-7093 flinches, turning her body away and falling back.] Researcher Maeda: Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. SCP-7093: My God. You were about to stab my arm, right? What do you mean, 'I'm not going to hurt you', huh? Researcher Maeda: I'm sorry. We need to collect more information on how your anomalous nature is manifesting itself. [Researcher Maeda slams the knife into the table, through SCP-7093's left arm.] [SCP-7093 screams for approximately 30 seconds, then falls off her chair and begins cradling her "wounded" arm. Researcher Maeda exits the room.] Comment: That felt awful, but I think I understand how SCP-7093's mind's working now. It's convinced that the arm exists, to the point that she's suffering from phantom pain: I'd assume its delusions are so strong that the subject can actually influence things with its mind. As far as the subject is concerned, there isn't any problem with its arm. - Researcher Maeda. Update: SCP-7093 recovered and appeared to have returned to a normal state by 14:19 on the same day, although repeatedly refused to converse with Researcher Maeda. When questioned, SCP-7093 held that its arm had been injured, but was recovering. Subject refused to use psychokinetic powers until roughly 07:00 the next day, claiming excessive strain on its arm would aggravate the injury. Addendum 7093-02: 21/09/2004 - Two days after SCP-7093's arrival at Site-17, Researcher Maeda conducted several diagnostic assessments in order to analyse the subject's mental state. The subject shows no sign of delusions / hallucinations (except for unwavering belief in the existence of her left arm), but has significant symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, including night terrors. Previous medical history obtained by the Foundation indicates that SCP-7093 suffers from haemophillia, but otherwise has no major disorders. Addendum 7093-03: 26/09/2004 - Subject has requested access to previous possessions confiscated upon arrival at Site-74. A list of items is attached below. + Open List - Close A school backpack, containing the following: 2 notebooks, containing notes for various school subjects; 1 sketchbook mostly comprised of everyday scene drawings in pen; 5 ballpoint pens, 2 red, 2 black, and 1 pink; 19 loose sheets of paper; 2 pencils (unsharpened); a rubber eraser; a Polaroid One600 instant camera, with 7 frames remaining; 3 developed photographs of cherry blossoms, shown below; a Motorola RAZR V3 mobile phone. In addition, the subject, at the time of the explosion, was wearing: a pair of Mizuno Wave Cup football boots; a standard Japanese school uniform, belonging to ██████ Senior High School; a set of earphones. Appendix: This request has been denied, although I think there'd be no harm in giving it a few things once we've ascertained the risk of it. Definitely not the cell, the photos, or the old camera though: if we do give it more things, it'll have to be new. - Researcher Maeda Addendum 7093-04: 01/10/2004 - Subject has expressed a desire to see its family. After denial of this request, SCP-7093 suffered symptoms of severe mental distress for 57 minutes. Guards are to be stationed observing the subject's room's surveillance cameras during the period 20:00-06:00 every day. Addendum 7093-05: 03/10/2004 - A fMRI scan, MEG scan, and genetic diagnostic test have been conducted on SCP-7093 in order to obtain further information on the subject's brain function. No exam encountered significant differences compared to a healthy human brain. I talked a little more with SCP-7093 today. It seems to still be in a bad mood and unwilling to chat extensively, but hasn't opposed any of the exams we've ran on it, so I guess it's accepted its position here. - Researcher Maeda Addendum 7093-06: 15/10/2004 - Subject has requested to know Researcher Maeda's name. In the interest of improving relations and understanding SCP-7093's motivations further, this request has been partially granted: the subject will be told Researcher Maeda's surname only. I'm not sure why it wants to know my name, but I don't really see any harm in it. Hopefully it helps SCP-7093 become a little bit more relaxed around me. - Researcher Maeda Addendum 7093-07: 28/10/2004 I've talked a decent amount with SCP-7093 since the last addendum, and I think I understand it better now, as a person and as a subject. The transcripts of our conversations are copied below. + Open Transcript 4 - Close <Saturday, 08:17, 18/10/2004> Researcher Maeda: Good morning, SCP-7093. SCP-7093: Ugh. Good morning, Maeda-san. Don't call me that number. Call by my name, or whatever. Better than being classified like some sort of creature. Researcher Maeda: I'm well aware of your name and what you are. Toyotama Mikazuki, 17 years old, third year student at ██████ Senior High School in Nagoya. But that's all irrelevant: you have shown features that are unexplained by science, and so you have to stay here, and I have to call you by your designation. I apologise. SCP-7093: I'm not just a "designation". [SCP-7093 stays silent for 7 seconds.] SCP-7093: I'm just a girl whose wasting away in a secret base God knows where, for God knows how long, and I've been told for a month now that I have some magical ability and so I have to stay here forever? I can't fucking stand it! There's nothing different between me and any other person out there, any other person on Earth, and - look, I was meant to graduate in March, alright? I had things figured out, I thought my path was clear, fuck - now the future I thought I had is gone- I don't even have a future! I'm stuck here for the rest of my life? In this place? [SCP-7093 slams its hand onto the table. Researcher Maeda stands up.] Researcher Maeda: Calm down. SCP-7093: No. Researcher Maeda: Look. I understand how you feel, especially considering the odd properties you seem to have: that being the fact you can't perceive your anomalous qualities, despite very clearly being able to use them. Either way, that's not important. The Foundation isn't evil, and I, personally, do think you deserve better. SCP-7093: Like hell you do. Let me have my notebook back. And my camera, too. At least then I'll have something for myself. I'm not even going to bother asking to be set free. [Researcher Maeda sighs.] Researcher Maeda: I'll see what I can do. I don't want you to be miserable here. Just to be contained in accordance to our protocols. SCP-7093: Right. Researcher Maeda: Remember, I'm not your enemy. Neither is the Foundation. [Researcher Maeda starts to walk out of SCP-7093's room, but hesitates.] Researcher Maeda: Bye, Mikazuki-kun. Have a good day. SCP-7093: Bye. [Researcher Maeda exits.] Comments: I was able to get SCP-7093 a pencil and paper from my office for it to draw with: I don't think there's any downside and it'll make it feel better. No to the camera, though. Too many parts it could theoretically tinker with and make dangerous material with. - Researcher Maeda. Note from Administration: Please refrain from referring to the anomaly by its name. + Open Transcript 5 - Close <Monday, 07:58, 20/10/2004> Researcher Maeda: Good morning, Mikazuki-kun. How have you been? SCP-7093: Hey, Researcher Maeda. It's been alright. Researcher Maeda: Great to hear that. I hope the stuff I was able to get you was good enough for at least a little bit of drawing. SCP-7093: It's been a godsend. Just something to keep my mind occupied really helps me stand being in this place. Researcher Maeda: I can imagine. SCP-7093: Any news on if you'll be able to get me my camera back? Researcher Maeda: Unfortunately, I think the answer is no. There's just too many parts in the camera that could be disassembled and all that, and the Foundation doesn't want you having access to something like that. I hope you understand. SCP-7093: I guess I do, but I'm not a criminal or anything, I don't think they've got anything to fear from me having a camera. Just to take some snapshots of the outside. Researcher Maeda: Not my choice, sadly. SCP-7093: Yeah, I know. [SCP-7093 falls silent.] SCP-7093: Thanks for getting those things for me, though. I didn't believe it when you told me you don't want me to be miserable, but I think I get it now. You don't want to do this, right? Researcher Maeda: What do you mean? The work I do with the Foundation is my life. SCP-7093: Sure, but keeping me here. You understand how I feel, right? That's why you got those things for me. And why you keep being so nice: now that I've talked to you a bit more, I can feel it. Researcher Maeda: I guess I do. SCP-7093: So, what's the reason behind it? There must be some special reason as to why you're helping me, right? Because I'd think all the people in this place would have already become accustomed to annoying "anomalies" like me. I doubt you're just doing this out of the kindness of your heart. Researcher Maeda: You don't know me at all. Addendum 7093-08: 06/11/2004 - The following letter was found in SCP-7093's spare set of clothes during a routine cleaning and inspection of its quarters. + Open Letter - Close Happy birthday, Mikazuki-kun. Eighteen, are you? What an important age. If you were back home, I'm sure your friends and family would've done a big party for you. But they haven't, because we've kept you here for months and pumped your friends full of lies and drugs, so they think you died when the bombs went off. I'm sorry. I don't think I've told you this yet, but I had a daughter around your age. She's a second-year; her name is Ayane. I think you two'd get along well. She was the leader of the student council at her school, and I was so proud. I was a neglectful mother, and I admit it, with my Foundation work and all. My biggest regret is not spending more time with her. She died on Children's Day:4 what awful timing, huh? I was obviously devastated, to the point that I considered some awful things. The Foundation gave me some time off. A few months after that, you arrived. I think you remind me of her, somehow. Happy birthday, Toyo-tan. Keep being strong. - (Researcher) Seiko Maeda Note from Administration: Researcher Maeda has been taken into a 6-day re-education program due to improper conduct involving communication with anomalous entities, improper use of SCP Foundation documentation, and dissemination of classified information. Please refrain from personal engagement with anomalous entities in the future. You have been warned. - Dr. Arsen Pavlović. Access SCiPNET Email Log Close SCiPNET Email To: Dr. Arsen Pavlović (ten.pics|civolvapa#ten.pics|civolvapa) From: Researcher Seiko Maeda (ten.pics|adeams#ten.pics|adeams) Subject: We need to talk about SCP-7093 Date: 13/11/2004 Look, Pav, I can't believe we're actually doing this to her. God, not only her. How many humanoids with consciousness are there in Site-17? Hundreds? Thousands, even? What about across all sites? We're running an industrialised prison system. A torture mission that never ends. I know some of them need to be contained, for sure (I'm not saying we should set SCP-336 free), but my God, I bet a large portion of them have to be similar to her: normal people that have anomalous characteristics that are mostly benign. And we've ruined their lives. It's not like SCP-7093 is SCP-096, or some monster that'll bring forth a K-class scenario. She's just a girl. There must be something we can do. To: Researcher Seiko Maeda (ten.pics|adeams#ten.pics|adeams) From: Dr. Arsen Pavlović (ten.pics|civolvapa#ten.pics|civolvapa) Subject: Re:SCP-7093 No. Stop treating it as a person, Seiko. I've worked with you for 12 years. You're better than this. Note from Administration: 23/11/2004 - Researcher Maeda has been restrained after repeated violations of Foundation policies regarding anomalous entities. It is theorised she may have wished to allow SCP-7093 to escape Site-17, although no evidence or confession of such has yet been found. Researcher Maeda has been stripped of Researcher status and Level 3 Clearance: awaiting judgement on suitable consequences. Subject is to be administered with Class A and F ("Fugue") amnestics and expelled from the Foundation. New memories and personality are up to Amnestic Officer ███████'s discretion. Note: This goes to show the issues with our current system. These entities are allowed too much time with our researchers, and they can tug at heartstrings until they get what they want. Procedures will have to be adapted in the future. - Dr. Arsen Pavlović Footnotes 1. Reference: SCP-7093's right arm is 62cm long. 2. The subject's family and doctors that observed SCP-7093's properties were dosed with Class B amnestics. SCP-7093's family continues to live in Nagoya, having been told their daughter is in a permanent coma and was taken to a specialised medical ward in Kagoshima. 3. Short form of 七転び八起き (Nanakorobi yaoki). 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SCP-7094 | keter | Item #: SCP-7094 Special Containment Procedures: All known phenomena related to SCP-7094 is currently uncontained. Media within the states of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan, and Wisconsin are to be monitored for reports potentially increasing civilian awareness of SCP-7094’s effects. Commercially available maps and geographic databases are to be periodically cross-referenced with a list of locations affected by the anomaly and censored accordingly. Description: SCP-7094 is a phenomenon affecting towns with less than 500 residents in size in the states of Ohio, Indiana, Michigan, Illinois, and Wisconsin. The anomaly manifests at random in towns meeting this description. The time between manifestations of the anomaly varies1, although a consistent uptick in the rate of manifestations over time has been observed. Towns (and the residents of said towns) affected by the anomaly disappear from existence. No trace of any affected town has yet to be discovered at any formerly inhabited location. Further research into SCP-7094 is currently pending. Addendum 1: SCP-7094-1 During the physical confirmation of several manifestations over a three-month period, Agent Cicero reported the presence of an unknown civilian figure consistently observed in the vicinity of recent disappearances. This figure, henceforth referred to as SCP-7094-1, appeared to the Agent as a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting business suit. When approached by Agent Cicero, SCP-7094-1 willingly acquiesced to questioning and did not resist transport to an interview room in Site-459. + Interview 7094-1 - Interview 7094-1 Interviewed: SCP-7094-1 Interviewer: Agent Cicero Foreword: Interview with SCP-7094-1. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7094-1: Now, my dear sir– although my respect for the law is boundless, I must admit I'm really quite confused as to why I'm here. Agent Cicero: Hillsboro. Monticello. Salineville. Any of those names ring a bell for you? SCP-7094-1: I’m sorry to say they carry no particular association. Agent Cicero: Cut the crap. We’ve seen you. These towns vanished, and when we came to investigate– there you were. Every time. Don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s going on. SCP-7094-1: Fine. Yes, I do know these towns. And I have notarized contracts detailing the assent of every last soul involved. All above the table, I assure you. Agent Cicero: What? SCP-7094-1: The great American hinterland is a walking corpse, Agent. Is it really so bad if some of the maggots want to crawl off? SCP-7094-1: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a call. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following this statement, SCP-7094-1 proceeded to stand up and open the locked door to the interview room before spontaneously dematerializing. Addendum 2: Incident 7094-1 Following Interview 7094-1, SCP-7094-1 was not spotted at any further manifestations of SCP-7094 for several months. While attempting to contain unrelated instances of SCP-7985-2 in Bucyrus, Ohio, Agent Cicero noticed SCP-7094-1 waiting behind a traffic light in a 2044 Nissan Sentra at a nearby intersection. Cicero proceeded to surreptitiously follow the anomaly for several hours until it finally came to a stop in an empty field outside Elyria, Ohio. The transcript of the following incident is taken from Agent Cicero’s body camera. + Incident Log 7094-1 - Incident Log 7094-1 VIDEO LOG DATE: 9/12/61 NOTE: Transcript of Incident 7094-1. [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7094-1 steps outside of its vehicle. It glances around, momentarily, before speaking. The following statement is reconstructed from analysis of the anomaly’s lip movements, as Agent Cicero was positioned too far away to capture audio at this time.] SCP-7094-1: And old [chains](?) fall away. [A door spontaneously materializes in front of SCP-7094-1. It swings open, and the anomaly enters.] [NOTE: No noticeable change was observed in the door’s state for several minutes. After conferring with Foundation Regional Dispatch 24-B, Agent Cicero decided to enter the door.] Agent Cicero: Here goes nothing. [Agent Cicero walks to the door. It enters into a sparsely lit concrete hallway. After a few seconds, Cicero steps inside. He turns around. The field is still present behind him.] [He turns again, and walks deeper into the hallway. A distant clattering is heard. After approx. 2 minutes of walking, a staircase is sighted.] [Cicero draws his sidearm, and proceeds down the staircase. Cicero descends the staircase for approx. 45 seconds, before reaching the landing.] [The hallway opens up into a vast, empty space. The sky (?) and horizon (?) are pitch-black, and have no apparent form or definition. A cracked two-lane road stretches out ahead. It is surrounded by a seemingly endless field of dead grass.] [Cicero walks for approx. 24 minutes. A small wooden sign appears in the distance on the right side of the road. It reads "SHOWPIECE" in a jagged, crude script.] [Cicero walks to the sign. As he gets close enough to physically read the sign unaided by his body camera, multiple objects begin to gradually materialize approx. 100 meters down the road. Over several minutes, a collection of buildings and infrastructure identified to formerly have been located at the site of Cochran, OH forms in Cicero's vision.] Agent Cicero: Fuck… [Cicero proceeds slowly down the road into the manifestation. Multiple disused vehicles are visible by the side of the road. All are in extremely poor condition and bear large patches of rust. Most of the buildings visible are small single-family homes, although a squat one-story brick building labeled "Cochran Post Office" is visible. A dilapidated series of decommissioned power lines stretches across the left side of the road.] [Cicero walks up to one of the homes. He knocks on the door twice. After hearing no response, he tries the door's knob and finds it unlocked.] [Cicero carefully opens the door, firearm in hand. The house's interior is entirely empty. No internal walls are present, and Cicero is able to see to the backyard of the house through its windows.] [Cicero steps away from the house, and back into the street. He proceeds through the town for approx. 14 minutes, randomly investigating other buildings. All are similarly constructed to the first house.] [As Cicero exits the town, it begins to gradually dematerialize around him. Ahead of him, the road terminates, and another door is visible. He proceeds to the door.] [Cicero removes the magazine of his firearm and re-inserts it, verifying it to be loaded. He takes a deep breath, and pushes the second door open. It swings away to reveal a large concrete hall, lit by multiple large fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Several rows of wooden tables stretch from one end of the hall to the other. Figures similar in appearance to middle-aged Caucasian men in poorly-fitting suits, henceforth referred to as SCP-7094-2, are seated at these tables. Multiple voices are heard.] SCP-7094-2-1: 45% unemployed! Average wage, fifteen dollars! SCP-7094-2-2: Bigotry! Hate! Bitterness! Cankers on the soul, a rot on the mind! SCP-7094-2-3: Teeth! Good teeth! Fine teeth! SCP-7094-2-4: Feelings of ennui and decay! Prime! Fresh! Raw! [Cicero holsters his sidearm, and walks to the nearest table. None of the instances of SCP-7094-2 appear to take notice of his presence.] Agent Cicero: Hey! What’s the hell's going on here? SCP-7094-2-5: Unsettled dreams! Nightmares, half-manifested! Agent Cicero: Excuse me! Hey! What are you talking about? [The instance of SCP-7094-2 seated at the table turns to Cicero, an annoyed expression on its face.] SCP-7094-2-5: Sir, please. Interested individuals only. SCP-7094-2-1: No opioids! No narcotics! Drunk only on their own misery! Agent Cicero: I’m an interested individual. SCP-7094-2-5: No, sir, you’re not. Rand. Rand! [An instance of SCP-7094-2 at a nearby table stands up, and walks up to Agent Cicero.] SCP-7094-2-6: Do we have a problem here? SCP-7094-2-3: Spiritually dead! Voted 94% Republican in 2058! SCP-7094-2-5: Don’t we have an arrangement with his sort? SCP-7094-2-6: Oh, no. Not these fellows. Smith had an encounter with them earlier. Not market-oriented in the slightest. Smith. [snaps fingers] Smith! [Agent Cicero draws his firearm, and scans the room.] Agent Cicero: Slow down there, buddy. You're not getting anybody. [Agent Cicero points his firearm at SCP-7094-2-6.] Agent Cicero: I want answers, and I want them now. What the fuck is this? Slave trading? SCP-7094-2-6: We're merely liquidating depreciating assets, Agent. Acting in the best interests of the market. Agent Cicero: Where the fuck are the people, huh? Where the hell are you taking them? SCP-7094-2-6: Liquidation. Consider the word, Agent. [SCP-7094-2-6 smiles.] SCP-7094-2-6: Liquidation. [SCP-7094-1 walks up from behind Agent Cicero. A smile on his face quickly fades upon seeing the Agent.] SCP-7094-1: Do we have– oh. You again. SCP-7094-2-6: Smith, is this…? SCP-7094-1: Yes. Indeed. I am sorry, sir, but you are trespassing on private property. I am going to have to ask you to leave. [SCP-7094-1 reaches for Agent Cicero’s shoulder, and begins guiding him towards the door.] Agent Cicero: Hey! Hold o– [The feed cuts.] [END LOG] Agent Cicero’s body was found two weeks later at the former site of Youngstown, OH.2 Footnotes 1. The time between manifestations has ranged from 9 to 38 days. 2. 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Continue Back to Front Page Written by TheChunk ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X SCP-7095: If I Had to Perish Twice Author: TheChunk ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains discussions of drug abuse and sex work, and is intended for a mature audience. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7095 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures Investigation into SCP-7095 is being conducted as part of a joint operation with the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit. All samples of SCP-7095 seized by law enforcement, along with all forensic evidence relating to its usage or manufacture, will be entered into Foundation custody. Research into the origin of SCP-7095 is ongoing. Any information that may result in the arrest or prosecution of those involved in its manufacture is to be provided to authorized federal agents, except where such arrest or prosecution would jeopardize the Foundation's efforts to preserve normalcy. Description SCP-7095 is a unique formulation of methamphetamine hydrochloride1 which contains anomalous organic impurities. Analysis of the exact chemical makeup and origin of these impurities is ongoing. SCP-7095 is currently used as a recreational drug, primarily among members of the MSM2 community. All documented usage of SCP-7095 to date has been reported within the cities of New York, Miami, New Orleans, San Francisco, and Los Angeles. Since the initial discovery of SCP-7095, there have been 34 confirmed anomalous deaths associated with its usage. All deceased subjects have been young adult men and adolescent males of varying backgrounds and ethnicities. Most are believed to have been sex workers and/or transient youths. In all cases, death was due to spontaneous hemorrhagic stroke. Medical analysis of affected individuals has revealed a number of comorbidities, including signs of severe malnutrition, dehydration, sores, and superficial lesions of the skin and mucous membranes. Autopsies of deceased subjects have revealed advanced fibrosis of internal organs, including the intestines, esophagus, heart, and stomach. Furthermore, close examination of the brains of affected individuals has revealed the following properties: Severely depleted levels of serotonin and dopamine within presynaptic nerve terminals; Advanced necrosis of cerebral tissue in the brain's reward and pleasure centers; Foreign tissue growth covering neurons in affected areas. Biopsies have revealed these growths to consist of anomalous cerebral tissue. DNA testing has shown that these tissue samples are not a genetic match for the individuals from whom they were retrieved. Three distinct genetic profiles have been identified across 34 samples. No DNA matches for these samples have been found. One DNA match for these samples has been found. Journal Entries, Recovered 10 September 2018 The following journal was delivered into Foundation custody on 10 September 2018, and was identified as authored by ██████ ██████, a chronic user of SCP-7095. Forensic analysis, combined with the details provided in this journal, resulted in the identification of Subject-37089, Simon Charlemagne, as a potential source of SCP-7095. December 13, 2017 They never tell you California can get so cold. There's a lot of things they don't tell you, but when you finally work them out you're stuck with them. It took a lot of long nights and a lot of couches to get here, but I've got a room now, and while it may not be the Ritz-Carlton, it's mine. The window is stuck and it gets chilly at night, but when the noise of the crowds and the music from the bars downstairs comes in with the cold, I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be. The world is never too dark if there's music in it. I haven't seen Carlos since we split in Reno, and at this point I'm sure I'll never see him again. He might be halfway back home by now or on the other side of the world, but I don't think I'll lose much sleep over not knowing. I guess I'll have to live the dream for both of us now. Or my half of it, at least. December 25, 2017 I never quit Tina.3 I just sort of stopped. She was good company, but I could never put in the work to get addicted. Who has the time for that? I guess there's an upside to having commitment issues. Tonight I found Tina's hot younger sister. From a client, of all people. I don't know why I tried it at all, when every ounce of common sense I had told me to say no. It could have been rat poison he was slamming me with, for all I know. But it was late, and I was tired, and he paid extra. If it was rat poison, it was the best rat poison I've ever had. Carlos always said never to indulge with clients. Carlos always said never to indulge at all. Carlos always thought I was weak. Carlos is gone, and I'm still standing here. So who's weak now, bitch? I don't know what I was expecting. A high? A rush? What I got was transcendence. All last night, my body was filled with an energy I've never felt, coming from a place I never even knew was inside me. Every touch, every kiss, every stroke was a supernova inside my soul. He was fast, but I wanted him faster. He was rough, but I wanted him rougher. He stayed all night, but I wanted him to stay for the rest of my life. I don't know if I'll see him again. I've learned I'm not the only one in this city who fears commitment. But for now I'll keep my fingers crossed. A night like this is too good to have just once. January 1, 2018 When I was a kid, they would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up. As though I'd only ever get one choice. Imagine having 80 years to spend on this planet, and spending most of it with nothing else to look forward to. Am I grown up yet? Is there nothing left to be? The train outside my window goes by at all hours of the night, but it never bothers me. All I can think is that there are a hundred different people on that train, and each one is going to a hundred different places. How many of those places have I been to? How many are left to see? I think I'll go back to school this year. But should I go for law or medicine first? Mom always said I'd make a good doctor. Carlos said it too, but he really meant it. Carlos never said anything unless he believed it. He'd believe it so hard I would start to believe it too. Looks like I'll be studying law. March 30, 2018 He doesn't ask anymore before he doses me. He doesn't ask anymore before doing anything. He doesn't ask and I don't stop him. Because it doesn't matter what he does: once he takes me to the other side I'll beg for more. Once he takes me there, I am a worm beneath the heel of the Colossus. Once he takes me there, I am a thousand virgins, naked and chained at the altar of an ancient king. Once he takes me there, I will die for the sins of a thousand nations, and beg to be reborn so I can suffer their burdens anew. William Blake said that the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. If this is the palace of wisdom then I guess I'm the Dalai Lama. He always asks more of me than I want to give. Never by a lot, but always just enough that I know he knows. And then I always give him more than that. I don't ask how much he gives me anymore. He used to tell me: a quarter gram, half a gram, more if he was feeling frisky. He used to tell me, but I could feel he was lying. When he slammed me twice in one night, he said I was imagining it, that I was just high. (And I was high. (But I'm not stupid.)) When he gave me a whole rock I thought I would die. He didn't say a thing as he slid it in, and once I felt it inside me, it was too late, and my heart was spinning, and my stomach was racing and my mind was churning, and I was falling towards oblivion. I reached deep into the darkest corner of my spirit for strength, for hope, for something to hold on to, but there was nothing there. There was nothing there but the fear, and the panic, and the falling, and his jaws deep inside me to devour every ounce of my being from within. He has made a home in my body and infested my soul. I guess I'm the Dalai fucking Lama. May 2, 2018 Mom called again today. It feels like years since the last time she called. I don't know if she'll call again. I pretended I wasn't home. I know, you can't pretend you're not home with a cell phone. You're always home, everywhere is home. So I pretended I wasn't anywhere. I just sat for hours and pretended I was nowhere until the phone stopped ringing. And I did such a good job that when I was done I realized I wasn't pretending. He's coming tonight. Booked early. He's coming tonight and I have a thousand things I need to do first. I need to take out the trash, and do my laundry, and clean up this place, and buy groceries and go to the hospital. I can't do all of it. Maybe I won't do any of it. Last time he came, the hospital bill was more than I made that night. I'll have to ask him to be more careful this time. He won't be, but he likes when I ask. I can wait. It doesn't hurt anymore. At least, not the way it used to. July 29, 2018 Of all the things I could have done today, I did none of them. Of all the people I could have been today, I was none of them. It's as though there was no today at all, so I have nothing to say about today. But tomorrow… Tomorrow I'll take the ten thousand things I've never been, and the ten thousand more I'll never be, and pile them up on my bed until they're spilling over the sides. I'll wrap them up in my blankets and light them on fire. I'll laugh, and I'll dance, and I'll sing all the songs my heart remembers but my lips have forgotten. I'll laugh and I'll dance until nothing is left but ash. Tomorrow I'll take the passports from under my mattress, and the thousand dollars I never knew I had, and I'll fly. I'll fly to Peru and walk the Andes, I'll climb to Machu Picchu in bare feet, and I'll sleep for days, and I'll dream, and I'll pray. I'll drink Ayahuasca with the shamans, and I'll scream, and I'll cry, and I'll dance, and I'll walk out beneath the stars, naked and alone, and I will be clean. Tomorrow I'll go home. I'll take the first Greyhound at the station and ride it all the way to the end of the line, where the corn is tall and the wind is warm, and everyone is waiting for me. I'll be home in time for Sunday dinner, the table set, the game on TV, and I'll eat with nothing much to say. There will be nothing to repair, nothing to replace, and nothing to explain; I'll wash the dishes without complaining, I'll be in bed before midnight, and I will never dream again. July 30, 2018 When he came over today I didn't even remember we'd had an appointment. Maybe we didn't. Maybe once he got me going I didn't care. We partied for hours. Then we played for hours. Then we slept for hours. The last part is a lie–I didn't sleep at all. When he's around it's like I'll never sleep again. How many hours was it? How many could it have been? If I'm charging by the hour I should really keep track, shouldn't I? For all I know it could have been days. It felt like days. Weeks. The sun never came up for all that time, but the sun never rises when we party. When I party. When he's around me, and inside me, and within me, the whole night is silent, and all the world is black. I can't say for certain whose blood stained the sheets, or why there's so much of it this time. I can't say it for certain, but I know: it's mine. It's always mine. But all the time we played together I barely noticed. All night I didn't sleep, but I barely noticed. All I noticed was the feeling of my head on his chest, listening to nothing but the silence of his heart. All I noticed was his smell–he didn't smell of sweat, or cum, or the thousand other fluids men smell of at night. He smelled of corn. Raw corn, still on the stalk: the kind that bends in the breeze and surrounds you for miles on all sides. I don't remember when he left. Maybe I was too wasted to notice, or maybe I slept more than I thought. I never saw him leave, but I know he took something with him when he went. Lots of men steal. Sometimes they take money off your dresser. Sometimes they grab a book off the shelf or a bottle from the fridge just for kicks. I don't know what he took. All I know is that there's less of me now than there was before. When I close my eyes I know it's missing, but it's so far gone I don't even know what it was. He left another 3 grams. Another 3 grams to tide me over. Another 3 grams to say he'll be back. They always come back. August 8, 2018 I can't stand the smell of this place anymore. Something is rotting, and I can't find it. Something is rotting, like a mouse that died behind the fridge. But I looked behind the fridge. I looked under the sink. I looked behind the bed. I crawled on the floor behind every corner until my mouth cracked and my stomach burned, but there was nothing there. Maybe I'm the mouse. August 27, 2018 I never cared about my birthday. At least, not much. I've never demanded a big party or a ton of presents, or the whole day off just to celebrate. Who cares? There will always be more parties, and more presents, and more celebrations to come. No one needs to be greedy about it. But does anyone even know it's my birthday today? It's been a quiet day. As quiet as any day I've had before. I have a hundred contacts in my phone. A hundred silent contacts. A hundred different chances to matter to someone. A hundred chances to be human. And yet there's never been a day as quiet as today. Being alone isn't having no one to call. Being alone is having no one to call you. … Being alone is having one person to call you. I don't want him to call. I don't want him to, but he will. I don't want to answer. I don't want to, but I will. If I could still feel, I would fear him. If some part of me were still human, even for a moment, I would run. But I've had a thousand chances, and every single one of them has led me here. Today is dark. The world is quiet. There is nothing left of me to pray for. The following letter was delivered to Carlos ██████ on 28 August 2018, along with a handwritten copy of the above journal. Dear Carlos, I know I've been silent for a long time. Please don't mistake my silence for indifference. I never wanted to be silent. I just had more to say to you than I could ever begin to say. I still do. But I think it's too late to start. There was always some part of me that I knew you liked. There was always some part of me that I hoped you would love. I thought that over time you had come to like it less and less. Now I think that maybe I had less of it to give. I want to give you everything I have left. He's taken my past and he's taken my future. Heart and soul, body and mind: he's taken them, and I don't think I'll be getting them back. But I won't let him take this journal. It's yours now, for eternity, and I need you to keep it until eternity runs dry. The only time I ever knew for sure that I mattered was when I was in your arms. I need you to hold these pages. I need them to matter. I would ask you to come see me, but there's nothing more to see. My heart rarely beats anymore, and when it does, it's a sound I don't recognize. There's a lot I've forgotten how to feel, but I remember what it feels like to live. I remember it well enough to know that this is not life. There's a train passing outside my window. On it are a hundred different people, each going to a hundred different places. I used to hope that I could see every last one of those places. Now there's only one place I want to be, but there's not a train in the world that can take me there. I guess you're stuck living the dream for both of us. — ██████ The above journal was delivered into Foundation custody following its seizure from local law enforcement by federal agents. ██████ ██████ was recovered from his apartment on 12 September 2018, and is currently being held at Site-67 for further study. In addition to severe physical impairments consistent with usage of SCP-7095, ██████ exhibits diminished brain function, and limited ability to communicate. Attempts at treatment will continue, but to date no medical interventions have been deemed effective. The other individual described in this journal has been positively identified as Subject-37089, Simon Charlemagne. DNA testing has revealed Subject-37089 to be a genetic match for anomalous tissue samples recovered from over a dozen users of SCP-7095. No genetic matches for the remaining samples have yet been found. Subject-37089 is currently being held in FBI custody pending investigation into his possible role in the deaths of multiple individuals in the San Francisco Bay Area. Owing to his high profile as a political donor and prominent figure within his community, Foundation access to Subject-37089 is highly limited. Reports of usage of SCP-7095 have continued to rise following the detainment of Subject-37089. Containment efforts are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Otherwise known as crystal meth 2. "Men who have sex with men" 3. Slang for methamphetamine ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7095" by TheChunk, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7095. Licensed under CC-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-7096 | neutralized | NeverMeltIce44 Written by NeverMeltIce44 You can find more of their work on their author page. Item #: SCP-7096 Special Containment Procedures: All known SCP-7096 instances appear to have self-neutralized. All civilian witnesses of previously active SCP-7096 instances are to be properly amnestisized, and all casualties caused by said instances attributed to IRA-affiliated snipers. Description: SCP-7096 refers to a series of road sign silhouettes capable of autonomous movement, restricted to the space occupied by the signs they inhabited, located within several Irish roads from 1990 to 1994. The signs were accompanied by the words "Sniper at work". These silhouettes were not capable of speech, and didn't demonstrate signs of sapience or higher intelligence. They appeared to wear paramilitary combatant gear, carrying a rifle, and would become hostile at the sight of people. When a subject got within a close enough range of an SCP-7096 instance, the anomaly would shoot with its rifle, and the bullet would exit the sign, being fully capable of causing damage as any other bullet of its kind. As most SCP-7096 instances were located on rarely used roads, and the entities presented remarkably bad aim, only 3 casualties were caused by SCP-7096. Outside of this activity, SCP-7096 instances were mostly dormant. Addendum: On the 6th of April 1994, SCP-7096 instances adopted a new position while in their dormant state, where they could be seen holding a cup and sitting in a chair. Additionally, SCP-7096 stopped showing any hostile attitudes toward humans for 2 days. On the 31st of August 1994, SCP-7096 instances stopped showing hostile attitudes permanently. Additionally, many of them abandoned their home signs, and could now be seen inside several other dispersed road signs, mainly ones announcing construction works. They seemed to be wearing a tie and holding a paper, and appeared to be establishing a conversation with other road sign figures, who now also demonstrated the capability to move at will. Whether this effect was caused by SCP-7096 interaction, or if it's a phenomenon present in other road signs other than SCP-7096, is currently unknown. 2 months later, all SCP-7096 instances had abandoned their native road signs, leaving them empty. Additionally, it was reported that many construction signs now featured 2 figures. Further research is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7096" by NeverMeltIce44, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7096. Licensed under CC-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-7097 | keter | Zenobiyl SCP-7097 by Zenobiyl Item#: 7097 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7097, dormant Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7097 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell. LCD displays are to constantly stream reality TV programs, and triple-wide ventilation systems are to diffuse various perfumes in one-hour intervals. Addendum-7097-1 (12-04-2022): A minimum of two live female Drosophila specimens are to be contained near SCP-7097's cell. Description: SCP-7097 is a sapient entity that inhabits female members of the Drosophila genus,1 and has a strong proclivity for learning and/or sharing personal secrets. SCP-7097 will inhabit the nearest suitable Drosophila specimen after dying, with no noticeable change in personality or mannerisms. The entity is fully aware of this and may attempt breach-by-suicide if insufficiently entertained. If sufficiently entertained, SCP-7097 will become dormant and unresponsive. SCP-7097 has an innate sense for secrets, which testing determined is a form of anomalous olfactory detection. SCP-7097 often utilizes this sense during communication, and it has been known to make unsolicited remarks about Foundation staff and/or initiate games such as truth or dare. + Interaction Log One - Interaction Log One Foreword: Following reports of feeling "like a geezer", the entity expired from natural causes during its second week in Foundation custody. Although Dr. Mendoza initially reported SCP-7097 as neutralized, hidden recorders in the garbage disposal later detected the entity conversing with the Site Janitor. [Audio Only Log, 19:29 hours] SCP-7097: -And would it kill these eggheads to use my name once in a while? I'm getting real sick of being called "7097" as if I'm a prison inmate! Site Janitor: Yeah, there’s this one researcher who always calls me "Site Janitor" instead of Gerald, and she’ll snap her fingers to order me around like I'm a dog or somethin'. Just 'cause I don't have a lab coat doesn't mean I'm a slave, you know? SCP-7097: Mendoza, right? Site Janitor: Well, uh- SCP-7097: Don't listen to her; you're not any less than that harpy no matter what she says. SCP-7097 [hushed]: And you wanna know something about Dr. Mendoza? She acts all high and mighty, but she's got the most disgusting gas in this whole place. No joke, I can smell it from a mile away even with perfumes all over my damn room! I'm literally next to a dumpster right now and it smells better than her after Taco Tuesday. Closing Statement: SCP-7097 is successfully re-contained. The Site Janitor is reassigned to sanitization of the Sector Three cockroach farm, per the orders of Dr. Mendoza. Researcher's Note: It appears SCP-7097 can come back from the dead. We can rule out anomalous reanimation since the original entity was fully incinerated, and the new iteration of SCP-7097 is approximately one millimeter larger. For the time being, at least two live female2 Drosophila specimens must be kept in jars near the entity's cell. -Dr. Mendoza Foreword: Dr. Mendoza attempts to interview SCP-7097. After enlisting the help of Dr. Kelly, the entity provides information on its abilities and origin. [Video & Audio Log, 11:23 hours] Dr. Mendoza enters SCP-7097’s cell. Dr. Mendoza: SCP-7097- SCP-7097: Call me Cassidy! Dr. Mendoza: [rubbing eyelids] For the fourth time, the answer is no. SCP-7097: Then buzz off. Dr. Mendoza: We have vital questions about your previous containment breach, SCP-7097. Dr. Mendoza pulls out a questionnaire form and slides it toward the entity. SCP-7097 "rolls" its compound eyes. Dr. Mendoza: [inaudible grumbling] -Damn sorority fly… Dr. Grace Kelly sedating Drosophila specimens. Dr. Mendoza leaves the room, and Dr. Kelly enters a minute later. She is carrying a package. Dr. Kelly: Hey Cassidy! I brought you something good this time! SCP-7097: Grace! Good to see you again! That ruby necklace is just gorgeous. Dr. Kelly: Aw, thanks. You’re the only one who ever notices. SCP-7097: So, what did you bring today? Dr. Kelly: It’s a movie where- [Dr. Kelly summarizes "The Notebook."] SCP-7097: Sounds great! Also, [lowers voice] you’re not gonna believe what Marnie’s been doing on her “smoke break.” SCP-7097 and Dr. Kelly both watch “The Notebook” and exchange information about Foundation staff members. Dr. Kelly: Well, it’s been fun, but I should get going. SCP-7097: Wait, let’s play truth or dare first! Dr. Kelly: I don’t know, you’re always so good at those games… SCP-7097: Look, I’ll let you have the first move. Sounds good? Dr. Kelly: Well, if you say so. Truth or dare? SCP-7097: Dare! Dr. Kelly reveals Dr. Mendoza’s questionnaire form. Dr. Kelly: I dare you to fill this out, with accurate information. SCP-7097: Boo! Why are you helping captain buzzkill? Dr. Kelly: Sorry Cassidy, but I still have a job to do. Dr. Kelly smiles mischievously. Dr. Kelly: And you want it to be my turn next, don’t you? Closing Statement: SCP-7097 filled out the questionnaire, though its answers were unsatisfactory. Afterward, Dr. Kelly selected “truth” and was compelled to give personal information which has been excluded from this document, per her request. The following is a transcript of SCP-7097’s questionnaire form, filled out via dictation: How do you inhabit new Drosophila instances? Dunno. I die, and then I feel myself floating, no, searching. Then I wake up, and I’m in another body. Is there a limit to your aforementioned ability? If so, what is the limit? I can’t live in a guy fly, since that would be icky. Other than that sky’s the limit, I guess. How long have you existed? Eleven months. My first birthday is coming up! Who created you? Bunch of nerds like you. Why did your creator(s) make you? No response. What are you? A failure. ACCESS UPDATED DOCUMENTATION Footnotes 1. Commonly known as fruit flies. 2. Both iterations of SCP-7097 so far had been female specimens. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7097" by Zenobiyl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7097. Licensed under CC-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: fly.jpg Name: Fruit fly (Drosophila Immigrans) Author: Martin Cooper License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/m-a-r-t-i-n/13114869053 Filename: grace.jpg Name: Female scientist samples DNA for a round in the thermocycler, as preparation for a polymerase chain reaction (PCR) Author: Scott Feldstein License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: https://tinyurl.com/Zenobiyl Filename: Mike.jpg Name: Kronawitter Lab Author: UC Davis College of Engineering License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://flic.kr/p/2dGTgk2 |
SCP-7098 | safe | HEADS UP FROM THE RECORD STORAGE OFFICE YOUR GONNA READ THIS. IT IS RIGHT. THERE WILL BE NO QUESTIONS. DON’T CALL ME. — MARY J – BOSS LADY, RECORD STORAGE OFFICE Item #: scp-7098 How We Contain It: You dont contain it. It doesnt need to be. It only does things here at Site 96. You really shouldt care. What Is: 7098 only happens here. 7098 makes you write real bad whenever you want to write about it. It makes words bad the prunctuatin bad, and the sentence bad to. We tried to tell the Boss here, but they don’t listen because the words are so bad. They laugh or don’t think its real. But enough of us asked so the boss finally got what we were talking about. Stuff On Wenesday, I gave a copyof this to everyone that was gonna work on it. But it was real hard because we used email so much and couldn’t write good to each other. But when we got to leave work on Friday, we all got together and talked it out We all agreed that MY firts paper was the best! We also decided that we gotta inclue this talk as other stuff in the file. The Record Office probably wont take us seriously so we called them on the phone to teel them how serious we were. And that this was gonna be a very STUPID SCP. Mrs. Jones didn’t lik it at first but then she was okay with it Bye halloween of the year. SCP7098 hasn’t really done much and it only looks like our site is affected. But I heard stories of other bad writers elsewhere. Maybe they know about SCp-7098? red: [[CAREFUL: IT JUST COMES BACK]] Other people outside of 96(in a place far away) wrote a file that is better, but I like MINE… ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "ScP-7098" by JayKillbam, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7098. Licensed under CC-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-7099 | keter | SCP-7099 — A-Net: Radio Made Fun!™ "Thanks for tuning in on such a wonderful evening. And Jessica, remember to feed your cat! You've been listening to A-Net, where we make radio fun!" ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} DrApricus & Voiiiii More works by DrApricus can be found here! More works by Voiiiii can be found here! Item#: 7099 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: nus link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All transmissions of SCP-7099 must be taken down as soon as feasibly possible. Given the elusive nature of the anomaly, direct containment of SCP-7099 has been deemed impossible, and containment efforts are focused on taking down broadcasts transmitting SCP-7099 as soon as possible. Foundation web crawlers must be active on all streaming platforms set to locate and take down SCP-7099 broadcasts in accordance with Protocol P-Rho-3308. These web crawlers are to be launched four times a day Monday through Friday in conjunction with SCP-7099 active hours. Foundation digital surveillance agents must be on the lookout for any referencing to SCP-7099 on chat forums, video sharing services, and news outlets. Any civilians exposed to SCP-7099 are to be located and administered Class-B amnestics. Containment efforts also encompass research into SCP-7099 including the tracking of its source. As of yet, investigations to locate the source have been unsuccessful. Promotional material for SCP-7099. Description: SCP-7099 is a music-based broadcasting station operating under the title "A-Net" appearing on various radio services. SCP-7099 primarily targets services found in the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom, but it has been shown to manifest in countries with a high percentage of English speakers, such as Ireland and Monaco. Each day, SCP-7099 has a chance of appearing on a radio service at 0600 local time before disappearing from the service in question at 1200. During this time, the station is hosted by an individual vocally identical to radio host Ryan Seacrest, further denoted as SCP-7099-A.1 On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, an additional event will occur from 1700 to 2100 local time, advertised as "A-Net: Night." Extensive monitoring shows nighttime broadcasts have significantly more interaction-focused schedules than broadcasts taking place in the morning. The majority of music broadcasts by SCP-7099 are non-anomalous, typically playing popular songs at the time of airing. Alongside this, SCP-7099 is known to broadcast a variety of anomalous songs, with a majority of these songs losing their anomalous attributes outside of its live airing. SCP-7099 is also known to broadcast several anomalous songs currently in possession by the Foundation including SCP-4930 and SCP-6249. How SCP-7099 accomplishes this is unknown. Addendum 1: An excerpt from an SCP-7099 broadcast of a call-in event can be found below. The event was the first instance in which the host of SCP-7099 demonstrated the ability to leave its alleged studio. (The song Sixteen Tons concludes. As the song fades in pitch, the hosts can be heard quietly bickering before abruptly stopping.) SCP-7099-A: And that was Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford. I'd like to take a moment to thank the lovely folks over at A-Net Studio for putting such a fun twist on a beloved classic! Now, while you all rest your backs, we have a fun contest for those listening in! (A sudden scream is heard in the background, briefly occupying SCP-7099-A's attention.) SCP-7099-A: All you need for this brief contest is a phone, and a little bit of knowledge! We'll be asking you the audience a question. Yes, you! Just call- (A long pause follows suit.) SCP-7099-A: First question: What was the name of Henry the Eighth’s first wife? (Roughly thirty seconds pass before a phone is heard ringing. An exaggerated beep is audible as SCP-7099-A answers the phone. The voice on the other end has been identified as 32-year-old Manny Donaldson.) Donaldson: Catherine of Aragon! SCP-7099-A: Correct! What's your name, sport? Donaldson: Manny. Manny Donaldson. SCP-7099-A: Amazing job, Donaldson! If you can answer four more questions in a row, you'll win a special prize! How's that sound? Donaldson: Wait really? Alright, sure! SCP-7099-A: Second question, and remember, no cheating: When is World Literacy Day celebrated? Donaldson: Oh, (pause) damn. That's a tough one. September 7th? No! September 8th! SCP-7099-A: Are you sure? (SCP-7099-A pauses.) SCP-7099-A: Because that's correct! Donalson: Yes! SCP-7099-A: You're on a roll, my friend! Third question, where is the original Starry Night by Van Gogh located? Donaldson: This one's easy! The Museum of Modern Art, right? Located in New York. SCP-7099-A: You're dead on! And you're absolutely killing it! Well, not yet. (SCP-7099-A pauses.) SCP-7099-A: Fourth and second-to-last question: What television show in the 90s, taking place in your hometown of San Francisco, was Dave Coulier most known for? Donaldson: That'd have to be (long pause) Full House, if I remember correctly. But wait, how did you know my hometown was— SCP-7099-A: You're correct! Donaldson: No, wait a second— SCP-7099-A: Onto the final question, this one is for all the marbles, and the only thing standing between you and the prize! Here's the question: what color is the vase on the windowsill of your grandmother's bedroom? Donaldson: Wait what-? How would you even know that? I don't even know! What are you- SCP-7099-A: We were there last night, while she was sleeping of course. Lovely house, truly. Anyways, we're getting sidetracked. Manny, do you have an answer? Donaldson: Hold on! What do you mean!? How did you know my hometown- SCP-7099-A: Please please now! Stick to the questions sport! C'mon, give it a guess! Donaldson: Blue! Whatever I don't know! Now, what are you- (SCP-7099-A makes a loud buzzing sound.) SCP-7099-A: Wrong. The answer we were looking for was… orange! We would've also accepted tan and brown as answers. Since you got this question wrong, you will not be getting the coveted prize of 342 marbles. Sorry. Donaldson: Now wait just a second— (A clicking sound can be heard, signifying the call being ended.) SCP-7099-A: Thanks for tuning in folks! Up next, we'll be joined by Rolling Heads— I mean, the Rolling Stones' former manager, Andrew Oldham, after this brief intermission. After the incident occurred, Foundation staff were able to call the number mentioned and hold up the line until SCP-7099 demanifested at 1200. The phone number would immediately redirect to the Bellco Credit Union's customer support line. Manny Donaldson has since been administered amnestics, and the disappearance of 89-year-old Roselyn Donaldson has been tipped off to local police under the pretenses of a kidnapping. The following Saturday, on 03/12/06, SCP-7099 hosted a broadcast deviating from typical broadcast schedules. A transcript from the occurrence has been included below (Novocaine by Fall Out Boy fades out as SCP-7099-A begins to speak.) SCP-7099-A: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to A-Net: Night, I’m Ryan Seacrest, and today marks the ten-year anniversary of A-Net! Today and tomorrow, we’ll be answering some of your questions! All you have to do is write your question on a piece of paper and throw it into a fire nearby. Our call-in system isn’t working too well, so we’re using the tried-and-true method we use down in the land down under! And I don't mean Australia! (SCP-7099-A laughs and begins to speak quietly) Although they do seem pretty similar at times. (There is a brief pause.) SCP-7099-A: Oh! It looks like we have our first question! (Clearing throat) “What are your favorite songs? From, Tom.” Thank you for the question, Tom! Nice to see our folks at A-Net: Night have sewn your hands back on. I’ve got to go with All Too Well! Taylor’s Version, of course. We’ve got another question! “Certificate of Marri—“ oh, this isn’t a question… uhm— moving on! (The shuffling of papers can be heard.) SCP-7099-A: We'll take one more question, and here it is. “What are you doing?” There’s no name but there are quite a few words I am not allowed to say on live radio! (SCP-7099-A clears his throat, pausing for a bit of time.) SCP-7099-A: We're just making radio fun again! And Paula, we don’t need your name to know who you are. (There is a twelve-second period of silence from SCP-7099-A, accompanied by distortion increasing in intensity. The distortion cut out after SCP-7099-A began talking.) SCP-7099-A: That wraps up this quick Q-and-A, we'll be back tomorrow, answering more questions! Now, we deeply appreciate all of our fans. So, for all of your support, we're going to leave each one of this morning's listeners with a special, surprise gift! It should arrive in about a day. Don't worry, folks, we'll cover the shipping! Oh, and it's not marbles this time! We ran out pretty quickly. (An applause track plays, slowly fading out.) Roughly 36 hours after the conclusion of the broadcast, hospital, and 911-lines across the continental United States and Ontario, Canada was swarmed with reports of people expelling mounds of locusts from their nostrils and mouth. An investigation has found that these individuals were the hosts of upwards of seventy fully grown locusts present throughout the digestive tract. In the vast number of cases and complications that arose during dissection, the majority of victims could not have the locusts removed by medical teams, as such, the locusts had to be removed naturally either through vomiting or bowel excretion. Mobile Task Force Delta-99 ("Late Night Audience") was assigned to SCP-7099 following this incident and the first use of Protocol P-Rho-3308 was instituted within the coming days. Following the enactment of Protocol P-Rho-3308; SCP-7099 would go on to leak several classified documents from Foundation Database. The nature of these documents included the personal information of several high-ranking members of staff. Alongside this, the locations of several MTFs, Foundation Sites, and Areas were broadcast by SCP-7099. In wake of this, numerous assaults by the Chaos Insurgency took place across North America which have resulted in the deaths of over ███ members of Foundation staff alongside the complete destruction of Site-182. Addendum 2: At 8:30 PM, 17/04/2007, four agents inoculated against SCP-7099 occupied an unmarked Foundation van behind an energy station in Crystal Lake, Illinois. Agents Connan and Apricus sit in the back and conduct Protocol P-Rho-3308. Agents Walker and Rosesmall sit in the driver and passenger seats and monitor the station's activity. The following transcript is of the audio recorded on Agent Apricus' body camera. (Smokin’ by Boston fades out, and SCP-7099-A sighs relaxingly.) SCP-7099-A: And that was a classic from Boston, hope you don’t get a nicotine addiction from that! (Laughs briefly) You will. (Long pause) Anyways, let’s do some call-ins! You can reach us by picking up your closest phone and that’s it! We’ll pick one caller to talk to, so you better be fast! (Foundation telecom jammers were powered on from the vehicle in an attempt to intercept any civilian calls. Coinciding with this, agent Rosenfeld's phone begins to ring.) SCP-7099-A: Looks like we’ve got one from the D-to-the-C-to-the-A! (A brief click can be heard, and Rosenfeld’s phone connects to a call, despite him not making any further action.) SCP-7099-A: Hello Joshua! How are you doing on this fine afternoon? (Rosenfeld attempts to disconnect from the call, but appears unable to and ultimately lies the phone on the armrest. Rosenfeld: How do you know my name? SCP-7099-A: (Cackles) That should be the last of your worries, bud. Let’s talk about your work, shall we? The Department of Crisis Assessment is such a fancy name! For our viewers that are unaware, the Department of Crisis Assessment is a department in the SCP Foundation. (A muffled booing can be heard.) SCP-7099-A: That’s right, Tom! (Pause) You know, you're a bit of a downer, trying to stop us from (tone becomes cartoonishly cheerful) Making Radio Fun! How's that going anyways? I'm confused why you're so determined to take us down. Mind commenting? Rosenfeld: We are not determined to take you down, we are simply attempting to contain your broadcasts. SCP-7099-A: And take us away from the people? Goodness me, what about democracy! (SCP-7099-A makes an exaggerated exhale.) Rosenfeld: Please, can we just— SCP-7099-A: I really expected more sensibility from a hotshot agent like you. Ugh, but I guess you're all just the same decrepit oppressors. Rosenfeld: What is your perception of the Foundation? An offensive tyrant? SCP-7099-A: (Chuckling) Yes, of course. Your organization wouldn't even be able to operate without sucking off half the judicial bodies in the world. Rosenfeld: I surely don't know what you mean. I would appreciate civility. SCP-7099-A: Boring! Rosenfeld: I’m sure you’re aware the harm your songs are causing. SCP-7099-A: Sounds like someone doesn’t know how to have fun! Rosenfeld: I beg your pardon? So, you're saying— (SCP-7099-A interrupts Rosenfeld with a loud, sarcastic mocking sound. Eventually, he stops and laughs briefly.) SCP-7099-A: Listen, man. You fascists might not appreciate what we're doing here, but the people love us! We're just trying to entertain the humans. Besides, no one is innocent. Isn't that right, Tom? (Incomprehensible muffled talking can be heard for several seconds.) SCP-7099-A: Exactly! So, Joshua, why are you so adamant about stopping people from talking about A-Net: Night online? Even I am sensible enough to respect people's preferences in media. (Police sirens can be heard, before ending abruptly.) SCP-7099-A: (Laughs) That’s our new sound guy! He’s already got the hang of it! Alright, where were we? Oh right, censorship. Rosenfeld: We can't have people openly discussing an anomaly on the internet. You are an anomaly. SCP-7099-A: (Tone becomes slightly agitated) I really don't follow. If you don't find our content funny, so be it. That doesn't justify shutting us down and silencing the fans. Rosenfeld: You don't honestly think you're being funny, do you? SCP-7099-A: Comedy is subjective. I was told the overworld is all about expressing yourself. Rosenfeld: At the very least, can you acknowledge the destruction you cause? I honestly can’t tell if you are aware or not. (SCP-7099-A takes a long breath and remains quiet for ten seconds. Rosenfeld can be heard sinking in his seat.) SCP-7099-A: (Coldly) Are you done? (Rosenfeld doesn't respond and SCP-7099-A clears his throat.) SCP-7099-A: (Voice becomes cheery again) I think we should wrap up this interview. What did you want, again? Something about questions. Rosenfeld: Yes, I have some questions to ask you. SCP-7099-A: Well, you’ve got ten seconds, so get to it. Rosenfeld: Ten seconds? Fuck. SCP-7099-A: And we’re going to have to cut you off right there! Can’t have our guests getting our show canceled! How rude, honestly. Rosenfeld: Wait— (Rosenfeld was cut off, followed by the sound of the phone disconnecting from the call.) SCP-7099-A: Sorry about that, folks! It won’t happen again. I can assure you that. (A faint snipping sound is heard.) SCP-7099-A: That’s all for now! Thanks for tuning in on such a wonderful evening. And Jessica, remember to feed your cat! You've been listening to A-Net, where we make radio fun! A-Net: Night will be back on Friday! Photograph of Rosenfeld's X-Ray following the incident. Where the larynx should be is circled in red. When the call ended, Rosenfeld's tongue instantly disappeared, as well as his larynx, rendering him mute. Despite this, no bleeding or other damages were discovered during a medical analysis. In the coming days, several long, salivating pieces of flesh would emerge from seemingly random points in Rosenfeld's skin. Further research into this occurrence is ongoing. Attempts to trace SCP-7099's phone number to a location ultimately failed, with data appearing corrupted and even absent in multiple areas. It is unknown if this is due to the location of the call or corruption of documentation after the incident. SCP-7099's containment class was upgraded from Euclid to Keter, expressing the ability to affect individuals without any sort of physical contact. Additionally, the anomaly's risk class has been changed to Nus.2 Addendum 3: Ryan Seacrest was quickly taken into Foundation custody following the events of the previous addendum. Personnel believed doing so would cause SCP-7099-A to be absent or for the broadcast to be delayed. However, another broadcast occurred as scheduled, an excerpt from which can be found below. SCP-7099-A: Hey, we got a lot of folks just tuning in, I know traffic on the East Coast is especially annoying right now. Isn't that right, Tom? (The sound of muffled yelling can be heard in the background. SCP-7099-A chuckles.) SCP-7099-A: Oh Tom. Anyhoo, to those just tuning in, I'm Ryan Seacrest. You're listening to A-Net: Night, the only broadcast on your car's radio that cares about you, the listener. That's right, you! You specifically! (SCP-7099-A can be heard rising from his chair and walking away, after several seconds, he can be heard returning. A chair rolling closer can be heard, before abruptly halting. SCP-7099-A slowly lowers into his seat.) SCP-7099-A: Now, before we start playing some tunes, we have a special interview for all of you! Please welcome… (SCP-7099-A pauses, making a drumroll sound on the table for several seconds.) SCP-7099-A: Researcher Ted Wozzeck of the SCP Foundation! (The sound of ripping tape can be heard, followed by Wozzeck gasping.) Wozzeck: Where the fuck am I? SCP-7099-A: You're on A-Net! Where we make radio fun! Also, since we are on air, please refrain from profanities! Wozzeck: What the- what do- what do you want? (Wozzeck can be heard struggling, accompanied by a chair rolling around.) SCP-7099-A: Hey, now! Don't try getting up, we didn't bring you here for nothing, after all. Teddy, can you tell us about recent developments in the SCP Foundation's administrative branch? (Wozzeck stutters, ultimately not giving an answer.) SCP-7099-A: Because I've been told a recent containment breach left tons of high-ranking staff dead! (SCP-7099-A makes an exaggerated gasping sound.) SCP-7099-A: Well, boy-oh-boy is that troubling, huh? Wanna tell us more about that? Wozzeck: I have no clue what you're talking about. We haven't gotten any statement regarding the breach. We don't know shit. SCP-7099-A: Tsk, tsk. The staff never gives any of you lowly ranks any information. Quite sad. Wouldn't it be a shame if a hostile group abused your organization's weakness to take some anomalies for themselves? (Wozzeck is unresponsive.) SCP-7099-A: I mean, how do you work a 9 to 5 in such horrible conditions? I haven't heard of such torture since that story about Disney's working conditions came out. Wozzeck: We don't work in horrible conditions. SCP-7099-A: Really? You're safe at work, you say? (Wozzeck is unresponsive.) SCP-7099-A: You know, I don't really appreciate this silence; its not great for the folks at home. (Tape can be heard being ripped, followed by the sound of a chair rolling away.) SCP-7099-A: Our second and final guest before we get onto the tunes, SCP-6551! Straight from Biological Research Area-12! Welcome, SCP-6551! (A recording of the song Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star can be heard playing for a few seconds.) SCP-7099-A: So glad to have you here! I only have a few questions, I know you have a very busy schedule. (Rock-a-by Baby can be heard playing for a second.) SCP-7099-A: Tell me about it! (Laughs briefly) Anyways, we just had a brief discussion with another guest about the work conditions at the SCP Foundations, do you have anything to add? (Rock-a-by Baby plays again for another few seconds, continuing where it paused.) SCP-7099-A: Really? And how would you describe the way they treat you? (Baa Baa Black Sheep can be heard playing for an extended amount of time.) SCP-7099-A: Well, that's just awful! Have you tried unionizing with the other anomalies at Area-12? (Rock-a-by Baby plays again for a second.) SCP-7099-A: You know, you should try forming a union sometime, really stick it to those fascists! Don't you agree, Tom? Tom? (Silence for several seconds.) SCP-7099-A: Tom, are you in a trance or something? (pause) Oh right. Shoo, SCP-6551, shoo! (A flap of wings can be heard for a moment.) SCP-7099-A: Well, that concludes our interview portion! How insightful! That's all from me for now, I'll be back after our 30-minute Coming-Home-From-Work playlist! Up first, The Screams Of The Damned, straight from the pits of hell! (An ensemble of screaming can be heard, with SCP-7099-A's voice being barely audible.) SCP-7099-A: Thanks for choosing A-Net! Where we make radio fun! SCP-6551 disappeared from its containment chamber briefly before its appearance on SCP-7099, reappearing approximately thirty minutes later. Dr. Wozzeck has been administered amnestics due to significant mental trauma gained from the experience. To date, all attempts to trace SCP-7099 through IP addresses have failed. The IP addresses located have returned standard, non-anomalous hardware at seemingly random locations across the globe. After the incident, the following email was received by Dr. Wozzeck tracing back to a terminal at Site-19. From: ten.a|lsvtmtena#ten.a|lsvtmtena To: ten.pics|etkcezzow#ten.pics|etkcezzow Subject: Thank You For Making Radio Fun! We, here at A-Net, found your presence on last night's broadcast immensely enjoyable and we'd love to have you over again some time. We know you're unable to message external e-mail addresses on your scip.net account, so be sure to reach us on your personal e-mail. See you soon! Kindest regards, David P.S: We sincerely apologize for restraining you to your chair for the interview. We'd hate for you to feel the need to call for help. In addition, a nearly identical e-mail was also sent to the SCP Foundation master e-mail addressed to SCP-6551. Moving forward, all e-mails from @a.net addresses will immediately forward to the Department of Crisis Assessment's master e-mail. Addendum 4: Found below is an excerpt from an SCP-7099 broadcast at 8:45 PM on 07/09/2007, at which point the funding for the investigation into the anomaly was nearing expiration. SCP-7099-A: Thank you all for tuning in to A-Net: Night! We don’t have any songs to play for you guys right now— (A muffled boo can be heard in the background.) SCP-7099-A: Because we have something much better! Don't you worry, Tom! We have a personal interview with five of the SCP Foundation's top agents, two of which are a part of the lovely Department of Crisis Assessment! Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm welcome to Harry Rama, Jane Starr, Jefferson Walker, Mary Linde, and Asher Frank! (Canned applause plays.) Starr: What? Where am I? (Walker begins to talk, interrupted by a short high-pitched tone, likely a censoring sound effect.) SCP-7099-A: Woah, Jefferson! Mind your language! We don’t want you to end up like Joshua, do we? We haven't even started! (chuckle) Frank: Harry? Jane? Jeff? How did we all get here? (Over the course of several seconds, the sound of tape being ripped can be heard a few times, presumably being removed from the agents' mouths.) Linde: I- I don’t know. SCP-7099-A: Welcome to A-Net: Night! Anything you want to say to the people listening at home? Starr: What do you want? Planning to gut us like damn fish? SCP-7099-A: Woah! Relax! You all agreed to come on here! Starr: The hell we did! You're full of crap. (The sound of paper ruffling can be heard.) SCP-7099-A: I have the papers right here, all with your signatures. Starr: Give me that— SCP-7099-A: And that clears that up. (pause) You've been pretty quiet, Rama. Rama: Just tell us what you want. SCP-7099-A: Hey, again, you all agreed to come onto the show. We're just going to have a nice chat. Starr: You want to chat? Let's chat. To start: Who are you? Because I know for a damn fact you are not Ryan Seacrest. SCP-7099-A: (chuckles) Of course not. I'm only wearing his skin and talking with his voice. Starr: We actively have Ryan Seacrest in custody. SCP-7099-A: Well, that doesn't seem in character for you Foundation folks. (pause) I'm joking of course, it's very like you! (A laugh track can be heard.) SCP-7099-A: Let's talk about you for a second, Jane. Working for the Foundation for seven years must've taken a toll on you. I can't imagine that's the best job in the world, especially considering they don't really give you a choice. Starr: I enjoy my job. SCP-7099-A: See, I don't buy that. So, I had my team do some homework, and right here is your adoption application, just a month before your recruitment at the Foundation. (The sound of a drawer opening can be heard.) SCP-7099-A: Let's give it a read shall we? (clears throat) "For the longest time, I haven't been able to bear a—" Starr: Okay! Stop! What the hell do you want? SCP-7099-A: Ugh. I already told you, we're just having a chat. Why aren't you more relaxed? Starr: Oh, hmm. I don't know. Maybe because you tied us up! SCP-7099-A: (chuckles) Fair point. (A laugh track plays once more.) Starr: Soon you won’t be able to broadcast anymore. Our trackers are sending pings to Foundation headquarters as we speak! Operatives will be here any minute now! SCP-7099-A: Yada, yada, tracker this, ping that. Jane, you don't have the best voice, so will you stop talking? Thanks… and our producers would prefer it if you didn't try to grab your gun from your pocket. (The sound of metal hitting the floor can be heard.) Starr: Damnit! SCP-7099-A: Anyways, how are all of your days going? Rama: We aren’t telling you anything. SCP-7099-A: You won't even tell me how your day is going? Why? If I remember correctly, you come from a family of researchers, Harry. How is that going? Frank: Huh? (Rama doesn't respond.) Linde: (Short, staccato tone) What. Do. You. Want? SCP-7099-A: I'm starting to feel like a broken record. Are you deaf or something? (chuckle) (SCP-7099-A can be heard grunting and a pistol is cocked) SCP-7099-A: Oh, this is a very nice gun, what kind of model is it? ( After a few seconds the gun can be heard firing, followed by a thumping sound. SCP-7099-A: Whoops. There goes Jane, I guess. Frank: What the— (Two of the agents let out an immediate scream. A censoring sound effect can be heard intermittently.) SCP-7099-A: All of you, simmer down. Please, it was just an honest mistake. Talk about a tough crowd! Not literally of course; Jane went down pretty easily. (Chuckle) (SCP-7099-A pauses, and there is complete silence for several seconds.) SCP-7099-A: Tough crowd. What is it with you people? Sheesh. Rama: You— you killed her. (voice rises) (The broadcast becomes silent.) SCP-7099-A: Okay, okay. You guys didn't think that was funny, it was an accident. Let's just move on. Rama: Move on? Are you kidding? Linde: Please, just— There's nothing we can do. SCP-7099-A: (chuckles) There sure isn't. Now, with that minor discrepancy behind us, let's move on to our next portion of the show! Linde: Are you serious? SCP-7099-A: Have I ever been? We haven't even had any fun yet! Linde: Fun? I beg your pardon! (The sound of an object being dropped on the table can be heard.) SCP-7099-A: It's funny you're so vocal since this first activity… is about you! Yes, you! Linde: What do you want with me? What ab— SCP-7099-A: I'm going to stop you right there, sweetheart. (The object on the table can be heard opening. SCP-7099-A presumably reaches in and pulls out an object.) Frank: Holy— Is that a— SCP-7099-A: Were you going to say a heart? You'd be correct! Unfortunately, this isn't the right show for calling out answers. Linde: Whose heart is that? Did you take out one of our hearts? SCP-7099-A: What? No, of course not. Why would I kill two people in a row? There's no excitement to that, you need to spread them out. (chuckles) Frank: Linde, what is this thing talking about? Linde: I have no idea where this is going. Whose heart is that? Who did you kill? Was Starr not enough? SCP-7099-A: No, Mary. I didn't kill anyone this time, you did. (A canned crowd gasping sound can be heard.) Linde: What are you talking about? SCP-7099-A: December 9th, 2005. Ring a bell? It's about nine at night and you're in the Mediterranean with fourteen other agents. Eight of which would account for Sigma-4, often regarded as the best MTF in the region, might I add! Linde: Wait just a minute— SCP-7099-A: It's a containment operation, an anomaly breached a site just a few kilometers up north and it's headed in your direction. The only other person in your vicinity is an agent from the same training program as you. Linde: No, how do you— SCP-7099-A: What was his name, Mary? (Linde does not respond.) SCP-7099-A: C'mon, Mary. The people at home are at the edges of their seats. Linde: (hesitates) Thomas Cromwell. (SCP-7099-A audibly gasps. The sound of the heart, presumably in a bag, is tossed.) SCP-7099-A: You keep that as a souvenir of our lovely time here on A-Net: Night! Also, that thing was stinking up Tom's room and he wanted it out. Rama: Commander Linde, ma'am. (Linde does not respond to Rama.) Rama: What happened to Cromwell? You said he was lost in the river. SCP-7099-A: Oh, did you now, Mary? Boy-oh-boy, maybe you should be hosting this show! Linde: That was a lie, Harry. I— jabbed him with my knife (long pause) so he would be fed on. Frank: You sacrificed him to save your own a— SCP-7099-A: Nuh-uh! Can't say that or else there might be another "accident." Frank: Your own— life? Linde: Yes, yes I did. Rama: Don't think for a second that this won't get out. I just— Frank: Congratulations, bud. You finally broke Harry, are you happy? Are you satisfied? SCP-7099-A: What are you talking about? This is peak entertainment! (pauses) Look at that! Cromwell's bag is leaking blood all over Mary! I knew we shouldn't have used Ziplock bags, Tom! Go get someone to clean up Bloody Mary over here. (Chuckles) (SCP-7099-A can be heard picking up the object on the table and walking away.) SCP-7099-A: Man, this is heavy! Rama: What is still in there to make that thing heavy? SCP-7099-A: (chuckles) The rest of him! (Clapping can be heard, slowly fading out while Jane by Jefferson Starship begins to fade in.) The trackers in the agents' coats had shown no change in location between the time before the interview and the time after. All the agents were discovered in their respective offices in a trance-like state, with Starr found with a bullet hole at her temple. Additionally, Linde was found to have high levels of glucose in her bloodstream, though research into why and the source is ongoing. Notably, when the agents were discovered, the broadcast was actively streaming. The agents could also be heard mumbling, coinciding with when the agents each spoke on the broadcast. Upon the interview excerpt concluding, all the agents reverted from their trance-like state, with the exception of Starr. Addendum 5: On 13/01/16, Ryan Seacrest suffered a sudden heart attack while in Foundation custody. 30 minutes later, Seacrest would be pronounced dead in the Site-19 Medical Ward at 7:13 PM. The story would be concealed while the Foundation staff assessed the situation. About a month after the event, the story was then released to news outlets. Immediately upon Seacrest's death, a dropping sound was audible on an SCP-7099 broadcast that was streaming at the time. The remainder of the broadcast was silent. In the last two minutes, Baby Blue by Badfinger spontaneously began playing, being cut off halfway at the broadcast's conclusion. SCP-7099 has yet to manifest since Seacrest's death. However, promotional material for SCP-7099 has been discovered around metropolitan areas in California and Nevada, first appearing in the summer of 2019. Update: In August 2020, SCP-7099 broadcasts began appearing on radio services again, now with the voice of Joe Rogan hosting A-Net: Night. Footnotes 1. When interrogated, Seacrest was oblivious to the network's existence and denied any affiliations with the group. 2. Reserved for anomalies with an unpredictable risk factor. The abnormal effects of these anomalies typically happen in non-consecutive events. 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SCP-7100 | keter | CONGRATULATIONS If you have received these documents, you have been promoted to lead researcher on an SCP project. Your previous work assisting in the research, documentation, and containment of anomalies has proven that you have the capacity for a more intensive leadership position. To guide you through your first project, you have been provided with a mentor to meet with regularly. We also believe that detailed examples of your new position's scope and responsibility will aid you in your new position. Therefore, we present the full documentation of SCP-7100, including internal documents not traditionally available as part of the SCP entry, fully annotated to demonstrate what to expect as an SCP Project Lead. These annotations will be highlighted to distinguish them from the original text. We have also included transcripts from meetings between the SCP-7100 Project Lead (Dr. William Teller) and Mentor (Dr. John Mackey) to give some preliminary understanding of what this relationship may look like. Next document ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7100" by Captain Kirby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7100. Licensed under CC-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: 3323224931_b21f33308a_b.jpg Name: Rainbow Author: Stephen Hynds License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/25293698@N02/3323224931 Filename: Rainbow1.svg Author: KES47 License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rainbow1.svg |
SCP-7101 | keter | SCP-7101 - Ms. Fortune I wrote this in an incredible rush to get 8 endings done for the 7K Contest. This is not my finest work by any means, and I'd like to apologize profusely for the cringe you may experience. Good day. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Warning: The following file contains instances of unstable temporal anomalies. As such, the information presented may differ or contradict itself in certain sessions. If you encounter any such instances of this, please perform a [DIAGNOSTIC] in order to identify and solve the problem, before reporting it to RAISA. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 7101 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: chhokmah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Ongoing efforts are being made to coerce major world Governments to minimize the number of situations involving important outcomes being decided by random happenstance, including but not limited to betting on future events, all forms of lottery, raffle events, casinos, name draws, and other similar occasions. All of which have been projected to be outlawed by ~2042. Misinformation campaigns have been established, targeting all cultural groups that in some way elevate the existence of "Luck", effectively removing any traces of said concept, the etymology of synonymous words, and replacing such concepts and words with Foundation-approved semantics. A full audit of all important Foundation equipment is to be performed once a year, affirming the stability and function of all such devices. Foundation personnel assigned to any important task are to undergo extensive training and preparation via the usage of simulation technology. Failure to complete an action in a satisfactory manner is to be met with repeated experience of such technologies. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7101 is a deific entity simultaneously presiding near all sentient entities, capable of warping the action, outcome, or reality of affected organisms in their favor or in spite of them. SCP-7101 is entirely invisible and intangible, however, may be observed via minute traces of an intangible, invisible residue (SCP-7101-1) left behind post-effect, which is noticeable by sudden manifestations of thoughts related to "Luck", in either positive or negative instances. Currently, SCP-7101's motivations, if there are any, are unknown, as SCP-7101 has been observed to have warped various subjects or groups inconsistently and contradictorily, with no known correlation between such events. A result of this has shown slight to extreme benefit and inconveniencing within a substantial margin of all sentient entities' lives1. SCP-7101 is intrinsically linked to the concept of "Luck", or "Fortune", which is a superstitious belief describing random events that are either favorable or harmful to an individual that occurs by chance, rather than by earning or choice. This belief had become important in human society, often being promoted in media or culture, further exacerbating SCP-7101. Additionally, instances of SCP-7101-1 have been known to radiate more effectively around certain objects that are totemic to SCP-7101, including severed rabbits' paws, clovers with 4 leaves, shamrocks, horseshoes, Japanese Maneki-Neko figurines, coins found on the ground, and gemstones of various kinds. Such items generally radiate beneficial instances of SCP-7101-1. However, such items will cease all effects on individuals with a higher Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) than 4.2. Discovery: TEMPORAL ANOMALY DETECTED. PLEASE RUN A [DIAGNOSTIC] BEFORE CONTINUING THIS DOCUMENT. [Heads] @ @ @ @ @ @ [Tails] [Username:PenHous@SCiPNET] Credentials: Footnotes 1. Common examples of this are predatory organisms discovering nearby prey, a subject being randomly chosen for a certain situation, sudden health-related developments, or impending temporal restrictions being met momentarily before ending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7101" by Roufhous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7101. Licensed under CC-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: McDonald Name: File:Santa Claus Parade (Toronto) (22634614918).jpg Author: Randy Landicho License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Santa_Claus_Parade_(Toronto)_(22634614918).jpg |
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visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; 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} .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. 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Special Containment Procedures: Current containment protocols are focused on curtailing SCP-7102's activities. Any reports concerning objects being enlarged or shrunk must be taken into account for evidence of the entity's presence. Once contained, SCP-7102 is to be placed into a medically-induced coma until a more viable containment method is found. All SCP-7102-A instances must be contained or disposed of on discretion. Containment Protocols are being revised pending results of Addendum-04. Description: SCP-7102 is a human female of British descent, aged 36. The entity has blonde hair, and possesses multiple gunshot wounds and surgical scars across its body, with the latter being heavily prevalent near the abdomen. By focusing and directing a half-closed fist towards an object, SCP-7102 can enlarge or shrink an object by opening and closing their fist respectively. Objects, before being affected (SCP-7102-A) will briefly experience an intangible phenomena in the form of enlarged and/or shrunken opaque versions of itself protruding out of their bodies. This is also accompanied by the instance spatially distorting before its size is altered. SCP-7102-A instances' mass, density, and volume will also change correspondingly to the size adopted. Only SCP-7102 can return SCP-7102-A instances to their original size. The exact limitations of SCP-7102's anomaly remain unknown. SCP-7102 also has the following anomalous attributes: Enhanced reflexes; Ability to produce electricity around their body; Inability to suffer muscle fatigue; Decelerated aging. Discovery: The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-7102, following the operation conducted against Albert Lopper, a biotechnology entrepreneur living in Alabama, United States. Evidence provided by third parties suggested Mr. Lopper had become involved with multiple para-natural organizations. As the Foundation didn't have concrete proof to warrant Mr. Lopper's arrest, his estate was put under surveillance. Shortly after, SCP-7102 appeared. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7102/Alabama/Rodney ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [Lopper enters his office, talking into his cellphone.] Lopper: What? That's what the jerkwad from accounting said, and you went along with it? No, I don't want to travel all the way to Florida for a damn business meeting about toothpaste! [Lopper shakes his head in disgust, then pulls out a pen and paper from the drawer.] Lopper: Fine! I'll do the fertilizer one. What's the terms? 100 million— who do they think they are?! Tell them it's 30 million or nothing! Now, did you set the reservation?… No?! I've been telling you for weeks to handle it and you forgot? Stop crying, I can barely hear you! [Lopper writes on the paper, then spots a bottle of whiskey and a notecard on his desk.] Lopper: Just set the reservations or you're done! Jesus Christ. [Lopper sets the phone down. He reaches for the bottle and opens it.] Lopper: Finally took them long enough. [Lopper takes a sip but immediately spits the liquid back into the bottle.] Lopper: Tastes like cat piss. Who the hell sent this? [Lopper opens the gift card. The words "ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, TODAY IS SURPRISE COLLECTION DAY MY FRIENDS, KEEP YOUR HANDS UP OR YOU WON'T LIKE HOW THIS ENDS. —P.S. SERIOUSLY, DON'T TRY ANYTHING. — MLF"] [Lopper holds their breath and pulls out a drawer containing a firearm. The firearm contorts and shrinks immensely. Lopper gasps as an arm wraps around his neck. Another hand is placed near his face, sparking with electricity. SCP-7102, wearing a gas mask, whistles.] SCP-7102: I said don't try anything. How about you take a seat? Lopper: Why— w-where the hell did… who are you?! SCP-7102: Oh wouldn't you like to know. Lopper: Look, just name your price! I can give far better— SCP-7102: —that's not how this works, Lopper. Besides, what made you think I'm after your chump change? Lopper: Huh?! SCP-7102: I said take a seat. SCP-7102 throws Lopper into an office chair, then restrains him with handcuffs and rolls of duct tape — placing another piece of tape over his mouth. SCP-7102 removes a file from their pocket and grabs the phone.] SCP-7102: This still connect with all the guards' phones? [Lopper, confused, nods slowly. SCP-7102 photographs and sends the picture of the file. The phone shrinks before SCP-7102 crushes the device in their hand.] SCP-7102: Good. let's go. I'm late for my dinner date already. [SCP-7102 drags Lopper down the hallway by his necktie. A pair of guards are visible, looking at their phones. Lopper shouts are muffled by the tape; the guards stay put. Lopper stares at SCP-7102.] SCP-7102: I sent them a very cool picture. Ah, your glorified piggy bank. [SCP-7102 and Lopper go down an elevator and eventually reach a heavily-fortified door. SCP-7102 pulls out a notecard.] SCP-7102: I got the passcode right here. Now where's the keypad… oh? [Multiple keypads and a fingerprint scanner are present on the door. SCP-7102 crumples the notecard.] SCP-7102: Oh… you were busy. That's fine. [SCP-7102 extends a hand towards the door. The door contorts, becoming bigger and smaller at the same time before shrinking immensely. The surrounding wall cracks and violently shatters. Lopper screams louder as SCP-7102 pushes him inside.] SCP-7102: By the way, I turned off the alarms so you're pretty much stuck with me. While I channel my inner IRS, be a dear and sign this for me will you? Make it thirty billion or higher. Now what do they want me to get again? Oh wow, that's a steal! [SCP-7102 tosses a checkbook and a pen on Lopper's lap. SCP-7102 pulls out another sheet of paper and multiple zippy bags before turning to Lopper.] SCP-7102: Literally. [SCP-7102 walks around, shrinking multiple artifacts and anomalous items, then places them in the bags. Lopper squirms in the chair, attempting to shout. SCP-7102 glares at Lopper.] SCP-7102: Fine. [SCP-7102 rips the tape off from Lopper's mouth. He yelps in pain as multiple strands of facial hair are pulled off.] Lopper: Bitch! SCP-7102: Wanna try that again? Lopper: N-No I… what the hell is the meaning of all this? Why's the Front— SCP-7102: Debt Collecting. Lopper: What?! No I paid— SCP-7102: We're not amateurs, Mr. Lopper. You gave us bread crumbs and tricked us into thinking it's the entire loaf. After all the favors, this is how you repay us? Fraud? Betrayal? That's the problem with you elite-types, always believing you're above the rules. Lopper: I'm friends with a lot of people, powerful people. If they get wind of this, they'll— SCP-7102: —Congratulate me. Lopper: …What? SCP-7102: You could only push people so much, Mr. Lopper. MC&D already gave their blessing. Is it sinking in yet? Lopper: [Heavy Breathing] SCP-7102: Thirty Billion. Now. [Lopper signs the check. SCP-7102 collects it and places another piece of tape over his mouth. After collecting, they kneel in front of Lopper.] SCP-7102: Thanks for the assisted donation. Before I go, I have something to say. Lopper: Hmph? SCP-7102: I saw your file. I didn't expect much when I saw the embezzlements. Neither did the hookers, the drug use… but then I found out you were crucial in establishing some holdouts in South America and Europe. [Lopper eyes widen.] SCP-7102: You know what I'm talking about. Those particular bases dealt with anomaly smuggling, and normal smuggling, but more than half of them contained normal men and women, chained to walls like dogs. A lot more had to go on for sure… in one of these safehouses, we found a bunch of stuffed animals and toys in cages. Lopper: [Hyperventilating.] SCP-7102: You demonic fuck. [SCP-7102 extends a hand extremely close to Lopper's face. Lopper screams in fear as SCP-7102 palm violently sparks with electricity.] SCP-7102: It wouldn't take much, really. I reckon I could turn your seat into an electric chair with just my pinkie. It would be easy. [Lopper begins to whimper and cry. SCP-7102 pulls back their hand.] SCP-7102: Unfortunately for you, too easy. Lopper: Hmph?! SCP-7102: Death's too good for you. As we speak, the evidence is being delivered to the proper authorities. As in, they actually care about their integrity; no bribing. Soon enough, you'll be spending a lot of time in a room not much bigger than this one. Congratulations, all the hard work you've been espousing has led up to this point. I sincerely hope it was worth it. [SCP-7102 stuffs the bags in their pockets and walks past a crying Lopper.] SCP-7102: Try not to drop the soap. [SCP-7102 enters the elevator. SCP-7102 removes their mask and activates their ear piece.] SCP-7102: Hate wearing that damn thing. Hey Headless, guess who's still in one piece? Male Voice: Good. So… how'd it go? SCP-7102: I have the goodie bag set up. So seeing how I've done so much for you already… Male Voice: [Sigh] Gold, look we're really trying here— SCP-7102: You've been stating that for six months now! Male Voice: Gold, can you just— SCP-7102: You know the deal. I scratch your back, you scratch mine! And your fingers have been getting a bit slow lately! Male Voice: For fuck's sake— SCP-7102: Hey! Do not— Male Voice: Gold, shut up! We have a lead. SCP-7102: …What and where? Male Voice: I'll tell you in person. But we found a lot of activity in Eastern Europe. More specifically, between Russia and Serbia. SCP-7102: …So what you're saying is that they, they specifically, took Brody? Male Voice: Without a doubt. [SCP-7102 takes a sharp intake of breath as they exit the elevator.] SCP-7102: I'll be there as soon as I'm finished. Just— [Agent Rodney, Agent Polk, and several more agents, turn the corner and freeze upon seeing SCP-7102.] SCP-7102: Dammit— Agent Rodney: Put your hands up in the air! Put— [SCP-7102 throws, and enlarges the gas mask at the agents. SCP-7102 runs to the opposite end of the hallway. They remove a framed painting off the wall and enlarge it, using it as a means to block the conjoining hallway.] [Agent Rodney emerges from the gas mask and pushes down the painting. SCP-7102 is nowhere in sight. Other agents spread throughout the halls.] Agent Rodney: The hell? Agent Polk: She's gone?! How? Agent Rodney: You tell me. There's no way she could've gone that fast, could she? [Looks to Gas Mask] What even was that? Agent Polk: A sign that this job is going to be that much harder? Agent Rodney: [Sigh] Lucky guess. [END LOG] Despite the estate being secured, SCP-7102 managed to evade capture. All bodyguards at the scene were incapacitated through the use of a digitally-sent cognitohazard. All SCP-7102-A instances at the scene were collected and the UIU took custody of Mr. Lopper until further notice. The security footage was originally erased through remote means, but it was fully recovered through thaumaturgic means. After SCP-7102 was granted SCP object status, all files from the Miracle Liberation Front1 were cross-referenced for information about SCP-7102. Several were found. Profile Overview Requests Identity Profile #: 3959 Alias: Gola Locknet (Provisional/Assumed) Status: Interned (Temporary) Origin: Human. NC: Blonde hair, female, Caucasian. Thirty years old (presumed). Various bullet wounds and slashing wounds on shoulders and chest. Surgical scar on abdomen? AC: Influence the size of matter at will, briefly enhance the body's bio-electricity. (TBA) Notes: I apologize for the file being so bare, captain. The patient is very adamant, she won't submit to a physical and she nearly attacked one of the nurses when we tried to install the drip. We had no other choice but to install the restraint harness. It's better for both of us if you stepped in. You always had a way with words. —Yeen. Circumstances of Contact: 3959 Mrs. Locknet was found by Captain Brown following a rescue operation at Odessa, Russia on 26/12/1999. Reports of anomalous individuals being held at a facility for experimentation circulated through standard intel gathering. After confirming the intel, Captain Brown successfully accomplished the mission and took the subjects into custody. Locknet was amongst these patients— she was found in her cell equipped with an electronic device around her neck and was in a coma-like state. No further information could be found. Eight years later, Locknet reawakened and entered a highly-agitated state. As she did not provide her name, Locknet was referred to her by her alias originally found on her identification bracelet. Update 1 ▶OPEN FILE ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ As Locknet refused to interact with hospital staff, Captain Becker2 accepted Star Psychologist Hina's request. [Locknet is sitting in the CareHound Safety Room, wearing the restraint harness. Locknet shakes and folds their arms. They curse and whisper in Slovak when the door opens. Locknet snaps her head up, her shaking increases exponentially.] Becker: Hi there, sweetheart. The accommodations suiting you fine? [Becker drops his duffle bag and takes a seat by the table. Locknet frowns, her fist sparks with electricity.] Becker: No? Then shape the fuck up, and you'll get something better. And don't you even dare [Points to Lockheart's Wrist] That device you're wearing prevents you from doing harm to yourself and others. You saw it yourself. [Locknet's fist stops sparking. Locknet avoids eye contact. Becker sighs.] Becker: Don't take it personal, this isn't my sort of thing. I don't get why Hina fetched me here instead of Brown to be honest. [Locknet stares at Becker. Becker facepalms.] Becker: Oh shit, I forgot. Miss… can you understand. Do you know a lick of English? Locknet: [In Slovak] Who are you? What is this place? Becker: Hold on, I think I have a Russian head in here somewhere… [Becker removes his head. Locknet screams. Becker puts it back on.] Becker: Okay, okay! See, head's fine, alright? Gotta remember to warn the newbies ahead of time… fuck it. Becker: Look, I may not know what exactly happened, but I know what it's like to be wronged. I know what it's like to lose… things. Trust me, I've been through it twice. Not a fun feeling. Becker: But those slimeball wannabes in the coats… they're not going to lay a finger on you anymore. Believe me, I already made sure of that. You don't have to worry about… hiding yourself, looking over your shoulder. You can be… well frankly whatever the hell you want. Becker: You'll be treated with the utmost respect in our care. So take it easy. Once your… you don't understand a thing I'm saying, do you? [Locknet blinks, tilting her head.] Becker: Dammit. Plan B, then. [Becker places a variety of toys from the duffle bag onto the table. Locknet is visibly interested.] Becker: I didn't know what to do, so I got these instead. You can keep them if you want— [A metallic six-pointed jack enlarges on the table. Locknet picks it up, inspecting it in curiosity. Becker remains silent, then points at the jack.] Becker: Was that you? [Locknet sets the jack down. She presses her hands together before pulling them apart.] Becker: …You can make stuff big? [Locknet pauses, nods, then holds their stomach. Becker notices this and smiles. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Snickers bar. He removes the wrapper and places it on the table. Locknet stares at it, no signs of fear are present.] Becker: So I was right— they have been feeding you jackshit. Take it, you need it a lot more than me. Be back in a bit. [Becker leaves the room. Locknet continues staring at the bar.] [Becker returns to the room.] [Locknet is consuming a giant Snickers bar on the table. She snaps her head towards him. Her face and clothes are stained with caramel and chocolate. Becker folds their arms, visibly satisfied.] Becker: Feeling better? [Locknet slowly nods.] Becker: Want another one? [Locknet nods faster.] Miss Locknet's responding better with the treatment. We've done a cranial scan, and to my surprise, the waves are going back to normal. It's slow, but at least we know it's effective. She's starting to speak English again which was a nice surprise. But I'm more concerned with the rest of her body— a lot has been done on her. We're probably going to need a specialist just in case. She also made her first request today. She wants to stay. :) —Yeen Overview: Gola (Goldie) Locknet Abridged: Locknet is a human with anomalous abilities. Despite being inept in certain social situations, Locknet has not only demonstrated proficiency in both hand-to-hand combat and submachine guns but also has demonstrated competency in utilizing her anomalous trait both in and outside the field. Aside from shrinking enemy weaponry and defensives, her potential as a collector/retrieval specialist would reduce the likeliness of causalities and limit the amount of potential evidence left behind. Her ability would also benefit storage space and increasing food rations. Her electrokinesis does however, require more practice. For these reasons, I'm applying a formal request to have Mrs. Locknet be instated in my Chapter at once. Down below is a list of Locknet's most notable accomplishments thus far. — Becker ▶ OPEN FILE ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Mission: Training Objective: As per standard guidelines, Locknet was ordered to increase her bodily and paranatural regimens. This regimen included activities such as obstacle courses, close-quarters combat training, and general practice on anomalous traits. Performance Review: Due to Locknet's previous experience with hand-to-hand combat, and incorporation of gun kata and her electric anomaly, she exceeded expectations. Locknet struggled with the obstacle course, requiring multiple attempts to complete it; However, when given permission to utilize her anomalous traits, she passed without difficulty. Locknet's biggest and most promising improvements thus far relate to her abilities. Before, Locknet was only able to shift the size of a certain portion of matter at a time. Following rigorous training, Locknet is not only able to shift the sizes of large portions of matter, but can do so reliably without any risk to her nervous system. Mission: Recon Objective: Locknet was tasked with infiltrating a known Marshall, Carter and Dark storage facility for evidence anomalies formerly belonging to the Front being held there. As per her first mission, Locknet was under the authority of a large recon team. Performance Review: The only assistance Locknet required from the recon team is the hijacking of the security cameras. Locknet herself infiltrated the facility, recording video footage of three anomalies confirmed to be of Front origin. She shrunk and took the anomalies with her without consulting her team. Despite this being an indicator of Locknet's behavioral tendencies of completing missions by herself, she has the capacity of team cooperation, and does proactively avoid actions that could potentially jeopardize the mission. Mission: Retrieval Objective: The Liberation Front and the Serpent's Hand formed a temporary alliance to rescue masses of anomalous entities at a GOC holding facility in Argentina. Locknet was allocated to the mission due to lack of available reserves. Performance Review: While the majority of the alliance was engaged in armed combat with the Coalition's forces, the rest were tasked with the rescue directly. Locknet was pivotal in infiltrating the facility's defenses. Locknet opted to shrink and escort the prisoners directly similar to other retrieval operations. The mission was a major success in spite of the high fatality rate for the alliance. Unfortunately, both guardians of one of the prisoners perished during the operation. Since the prisoner was too young to be smuggled out or join the Front's reserves, Locknet volunteered to act as their current guardian. Locknet was soon promoted. Mission: Air Support Objective: This was not intended to be a mission; Front forces were in the process of completing an unrelated task when they were attacked by a Valravn Corporation task force, an anomalous paramiltary company. Performance Review: Due to her quick thinking, Locknet, with application of her advanced training, managed to eliminate the task force with a single bullet. Becker gifted Locknet a bottle of chocolate-flavored whiskey when she returned to base. REQUEST: Promote Locknet into the Moon Knights Guild and assign her contract to Captain Becker's care. — APPROVED Requests: Star Searcher Goldie REQUEST: Packages of chocolate candy. — APPROVED REQUEST: An investigation into any other individuals named "Locknet" residing in the United Kingdom. — FAILED; NO OTHER INDVDUALS WERE FOUND. REQUEST: Antibiotics. — APPROVED REQUEST: Packages of canned sardines. — APPROVED REQUEST: A detailed map of Germany. — APPROVED REQUEST: Stuffed animals. — APPROVED REQUEST: Building blocks. — APPROVED REQUEST: Carton of milk. — APPROVED REQUEST: Permission to resign. — DENIED AT TIME BEING ▶ OPEN FILE ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Becker: Do you think I should wear this… or this? [Numbers turn from the file cabinet. Becker is holding up two heads, one of a large toucan and another of a fox with golden fur.] Numbers: I dunno? The fox? Becker: Not exactly inspiring confidence here, pal. I— come in! [Goldie knocks on the door and opens it ajar slightly.] Goldie: Hi Beck, sorry but I have… someone with me right now. Do you mind if they come in? Becker: Hm… sure, I don't see why not. As long as they don't… interrupt. [Becker removes his head and inserts the vulpine one. Goldie enters Becker's office and takes a seat. She is holding a bear cub in her lap, feeding him a baby bottle. The room becomes silent.] Becker: Not that I complain, but really? Goldie: Yes. He wouldn't stop crying, and it's very hard to get a babysitter in this line of work. Besides, mama bear's not here to give milk. You know… cause she blew up? Becker: Ugh, don't remind me. You know why I called you here? Goldie: Becker, I'm sorry, but I've already made up my mind. I want to leave. Becker: But Gold! You worked tooth and nail for this position… a-and now you want to throw it all away? What made… oh. [The bear cub pressed further into Goldie's chest, sucking at the bottle.] Goldie: Beck you know this place means the world to me… but so does this little guy. And this place isn't exactly family-friendly. You know our outposts are subject to attacks, it's part of the deal. And with that in mind… I don't want to leave you hanging… Becker: I get the picture. Family is family. I don't want to be a bitch about it but— Goldie: Language! He might hear. Becker: Gold, he's not… back on topic, are you absolutely sure you want to follow through with this? It's not safe out there. Goldie: It's not safe here either. It's not going to be forever, Beck. Just until he's old enough. I know it's dangerous but it'll be a cold day in hell before I trust the Veil safe zones. Besides, I won't be totally out of the picture, just in the background. Becker: Like helping with supplies and input? Goldie: Exactly. I know it throws a wrench in things but I need this Beck. I have nothing else. Becker: …Fine. But you are getting an escort. No exceptions. Goldie: Thank you so much, Beck! I promise, when this guardian thing is over I'll be right back. Trust me, you have my word… hm? Brody? [Brody begins to cough and giggle, he is moving his snout.] Goldie: Hey, I think he's trying to speak! Becker: His first words? Goldie: For god, yes! I've been trying to get him to say my name! C'mon, Brodes! Say it. Say Goldie… Goldie.. Can you say Gold— Brody: Bitch. [The room remains silent. The bear giggles.] Numbers: Have fun Beck. [Numbers leave the room. Goldie stares at a giggling Brody before scowling at Becker. Becker bites his lip and pulls out a bottle.] Becker: Chocolate whiskey? [Goldie's fist sparks with electricity. Becker sighs and lifts up his bulletproof-vest.] Becker: Fine… make it hurt. REQUEST: Permission to resign. — ACCEPTED Addednum-01, Tracking: After several months, the Foundation tracked SCP-7102 in Serbia. During the search, the Foundation discovered multiple statistical discrepancies involving a series of disappearances in and around the region at the time. MTF Beta-8 ("Mythbusters") was deployed as a precaution and put on-standby. Eventually, Foundation satellite imaging marked a location that might pertain to the investigation. However, it quickly became clear that it was not location meant for the public. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7102/Serbia/Rodney2 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Agent Polk: This is the last time you ever convince me to go abroad. Agent Rodney: Cry me a river, Polk. We don't have the time. [Both agents are positioned above a cliff. In the distance is a farming village occupied by armed men in winter camouflage. Several Beta-8 technicians are working on a laptop, connected to a portable thaumaturgic transmission receiver.] Agent Rodney: They're always coming in and out of that big house over there. I'm making my bets now… secret underground laboratory. Agent Polk: Cliché much? Agent Rodney: Why not? We do it too. Agent Polk: Touché. And these guys? Serpent's Hand? Maybe Chaos Insurgency? Agent Rodney: They're human. No identifiable uniforms. Fancy equipment… [Lowers Binoculars] Yeah, I got nothing. I guess we'll have to wait a little while longer. Are we in their cameras yet? Technician: Should be up in a minute. Agent Polk: You think Miss Shrink Ray will show up tonight? Agent Rodney: They mentioned Serbia for a reason. Agent Polk: True, but how do we know whatever's down there is even con— [A loud siren sound activates. The men in the village scramble around.] Agent Polk: Goddammit! How did they see us? Agent Rodney: I don't think they did. Agent Polk: Huh?! Agent Rodney: They're focused on the town hall. What's going on down there? Wait, what's that? Three figures emerge from the houses. The figures appear as a pale white female with pink glowing eyes, a man coated in rust, and Siamese twins with shark-like features.] Agent Polk: Who are they? MLF? Agent Rodney: Um… [Agent Rodney uses the binoculars. All of the figures are wearing black bodysuits and a pair of oval-shaped electronic devices over their ears. The LED lights on them are blinking incessantly.] Agent Rodney: Why are they wearing earphones—? [The pale woman touches the two figures. In a flash of pink light, they both disappear. Agent Rodney drops the binoculars.] Agent Rodney: The hell was that?! Technician: It's online! [Uses Radio] Beta-8, we're in their system. I repeat, we are in their system. Please stand by. Agent Polk: Took long enough, what are they doing? Technician: It seems like they are running around in groups, no wait, no… wait, yes. They're panicking. Agent Rodney: Panicking? Over what? Technician: I'm still looking, it seems like it's happening on this floor. Wait… who is that? [A man screams as a large book falls on him, crushing him completely. SCP-7102 reverts the blood-stained book back to it's original size. They are panting heavily and their cheek is bleeding profusely. Two squadrons of soldiers approached SCP-7102 from both ends of the hallway.] [SCP-7102 pulls a grenade and toy marble from their pocket. They pull the pin, throw and enlarge the grenade down the hallway. They throw marble next, which gets lodged in the hallway behind the grenade. SCP-7102 then dives into a nearby room, closing the door. A violent rumble occurs.] [They exit the room. The North hallway is heavily damaged; the floor has been completely obliterated and coated in blood and viscera. The South hallway has a large marble embedded at the hall's end; blood pours between the crevice of the marble and the wall.]> SCP-7102: Too close… F-Fuck! My ears are still ringing! Male Voice: You said you'll stick with the plan! SCP-7102: Everyone has a plan until someone shoots you in the fucking face! So I chose a different plan. The plan is working. [SCP-7102 enlarges the book and uses it as a makeshift ramp to slide to the floor below. SCP-7102 reloads their submachine guns.] Male Voice: Jesus, I didn't think you had it in you. I'm looking at it now and boy did you make a mess! SCP-7102: You complaining about brutality? Don't make me laugh! Male Voice: Complaining?! Not in my world, sweetheart. Just making an observation. I think it's pretty hot. Say, after this whole shitshow is over… I happen to know another good restaurant we can try out— SCP-7102: QUIT IT FUCKING NOW! Male Voice: What the hell, Gold?! I'm just trying to lighten the— SCP-7102: Beck! Just stop, just please stop… god, god, please, please be alright! I'm coming baby boy, just hold on… just— [Gasp] [SCP-7102 stops at a cell door. No one is inside.] SCP-7102: No… c'mon the fuck on— no! [SCP-7102 enters the cell. The walls are white and bare of any furniture with the exception of a bench. A bowl of dog food is on the floor and a chain is welded to the wall. SCP-7102 kneels to the floor.] [Multiple strands of brown fur and a broken muzzle are by the end of the chain. SCP-7102 picks up the muzzle, small patches of blood straining the fabric. SCP-7102 is hyperventilating and holds the muzzle to their chest.] SCP-7102: No… fuuuuuck. Male Voice: Gold? No, don't tell me! SCP-7102: He's not here, Beck. I can't find him— we're too late! I'm in the cell… it's cold…. I s-see chains… and a muzzle! There's blood on it Beck, there's fucking blood on it! [SCP-7102 continues to hyperventilate and kneel. Blood and tears drop onto the floor.] Male Voice: Gold? Can you hear me? Fuck, listen. We're looking at the cameras now. I don't see him, but I see the next best thing! SCP-7102: Wha—? Male Voice: I see the main target now, he's close by. He's armed and on the phone. Get to it! [SCP-7102 sprints down the hallway. They eventually reach the door at the end. SCP-7102 holds a firearm in one hand; the other sparks with electricity.] Muffled Voice: [In Russian] Yes! I have the hounds ready and accounted for! No, I have to evac now! She's here, and she's for— [SCP-7102 shrinks the door, causing the wall to burst open. An elderly man, with a name tag reading "Golubev" turns around in shock, dropping the phone.] SCP-7102: Going so soon, Comrade? [Golubev pulls out his firearm. The firearm abruptly grows in size, and crushes his hand to the floor. Golubev cries in miraculous pain.] SCP-7102: Heard you've gotten a promotion. Golubev: No-no! I was under orders. You have to understand— SCP-7102: You made the orders! [Shows Muzzle] Where is he? Names and addresses! Golubev: Listen! Let's just talk this out— [Two of Golubev's fingers shrink, popping off from the palm. Golubev screams as he bleeds.] SCP-7102: Names. And. Addresses Golubev: He's out of Serbia! Up North! That's all I know! SCP-7102: That's not good enough! Male Voice: Just take him with you, Gold. We don't have the time! SCP-7102: Yes we do! Every second counts. You— [A bright pink flash suddenly blinds the room. When it dissipates, three figures are seen standing near Golubev. Golubev is shouting towards the figures in Russian. SCP-7102 stepped back, staring at the pale woman.] SCP-7102: Mandy? [The woman's eyes illuminate. SCP-7102 pulls out a quarter and enlarges it. The woman projects a laser from her eyes at SCP-7102. SCP-7102 uses the quarter as a makeshift shield. The coin's reflection bounces the laser towards the ceiling, scorching it.] [The rusted man extends a hand towards SCP-7102; the coin becomes rusted and loses its shine. The woman's eye illuminates again. SCP-7102 extends a hand upwards; a large ceiling fan falls from the ceiling onto the woman and the rusted man.] [The twins pounce on SCP-7102. SCP-7102 grabs onto the entity's heads, pulling out the devices. The twins collapse onto the ground. SCP-7102 stands up, noticing the woman crawling from under the fan, her eyes still illuminated.] [SCP-7102 curses and rips a fire extinguisher from the wall, throwing it at her. The extinguisher enlarges in size at the moment when the woman projects another laser at it. The extinguisher explodes; white gas obscures the room. A pink light emanates from the cloud before dissipating. SCP-7102 coughs. When it clears, the woman, the rusted man, and Golubev are gone.] SCP-7102: Beck… I think I just saw Mandy… and Nikola and… [SCP-7102 stares at the twin's devices. The devices are coated in blood and bits of brain tissue, alongside a worm-like creature. The twins are not breathing. SCP-7102 freezes.] SCP-7102: Dear god… what did I… Male Voice: Gold! Get to the evac, now! SCP-7102: …Yes, sir. [SCP-7102 gathers the devices and the twins before shrinking them. SCP-7102 puts them in their pocket and approaches the grate. SCP-7102 takes a deep breath and presses both fists against their face. The entity contorts widely, then shrinks. SCP-7102 passes through the holes of the grate.] [Agent Rodney, Agent Polk, and the technicians are crowded behind the computer screen, all silent.] Agent Polk: So… that's how you escaped… huh. Agent Rodney: …Good to know. [END LOG] Although Beta-8 failed to capture SCP-7102, the facility was secured. Physical evidence at the base confirms the structure was of GRU (Division P) origins. However, this facility was never abandoned or surrendered to Veil-affiliated groups after the Soviet Union's fall. Further interrogation of the operatives revealed that they were a part of the Yaman Conglomerate, a successor organization of former GRU and KGB (Division of Special Circumstances) personnel operating almost exclusively in Europe. Most documents at the facility were found to be shredded and/or incinerated. Only three of the documents recovered were relevant to the investigation. DOCUMENT A DOCUMENT B DOCUMENT C Memo — STANELY GOLUBEV [ILLEGIBLE] - —onfirmation of para-natural qualities, our operatives successfully acquired Eleanor ████████ and was smuggled with assistance from the submarine unit. As of now, the ████████ family is not to be pursued unless further confirmation of abnormalities is present, it's best not to push our luck with Americans or their allies unless we have to. Like previous candidates, ████████ (Who now I'm referring to as CANDIDATE: SUNSHINE) reacted poorly; SUNSHINE became confused and was forcibly making demands related to its previous residence. I decided to handle SUNSHINE directly. I'd already taken the liberty of translating the intake interview. ▶ OPEN FILE ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Golubev: Hello there, nice to see you wide awake Su… Mrs. ████████ [SUNSHINE remains silent and turns around. Multiple armed guards are behind them. SUNSHINE appears nervous. Golubev waves his hand] Golubev: Oh don't mind them. It's standard procedure, nothing to worry about! Now, Eleanor, I would like to talk— SUNSHINE I wanna mommy and papa! I didn't do nothing— Golubev: Your parents are nearby, Eleanor, trust me. You're not in trouble either, we just… want to have a chat with your… developments. SUNSHINE: Develop…ments? Golubev: You see we're… from the government, and we've been interested in your case; your family told me all about it and I was amazed when I heard about it. You're a very special girl, Eleanor, we just want to make sure that you're safe. SUNSHINE: Safe? Is there… danger? Golubev: Yes, a lot of danger. Have you told anyone else about your powers? SUNSHINE: N-No? Golubev: That's good to hear, Eleanor. You're lucky. SUNSHINE: Lucky… why? Golubev: Because a lot of people won't take it well… seeing your abilities. They'll freak out, you know? SUNSHINE: Oh. Golubev: But we can help you out. I just need to see it in action, just to know what I'm dealing with. SUNSHINE: What? [Golubev reaches under the table and places a bowl of popcorn on the table, and places a single kernel close to SUNSHINE. SUNSHINE stares at the popcorn and licks their lip.] Golubev: Do you want some popcorn? I bet you're hungry. [SUNSHINE reaches for the bowl but is stopped by Golubev.] Golubev: Oh woah, woah. Not so fast. I need you to do something for me first, okay? I want to see you enlarge that piece right there. After that you can eat, can you do that— [The popcorn kernel enlarges dramatically. SUNSHINE takes the bowl and starts consuming it. Golubev appears surprised.] Golubev: …Okay then. You really like food, huh? SUNSHINE: Mm-hmm. Golubev: I can see that… if I were to present you with more food… could you show me more of what you did there? [SUNSHINE appears visibly excited.] SUNSHINE: Yes, I wanna do that! Golubev: [Smiling] Great to hear. Enjoy that popcorn, I made it just for you after all. After administering the oral sedative, I had SUNSHINE amnesticized; hopefully that'll put an end to all the questions. [ILLEGIBLE] [ILLEGIBLE] —duce or remove the possibility of bodily fatigue and increase blood flow to the body Result: While the starfish embryos failed to grant SUNSHINE full-body bodily regeneration after insertion, their muscle tissue has been shown to heal far quicker than that of baseline humans. Operation successful. Region: Chest, abdomen, thighs, back. Method: The central nerves are to be reinforced with silver equivalents. A thaumaturgist is to be present at all times until the surgery has concluded; reduce the possibility of paralysis, increase stability in the spine. Result: SUNSHINE complained of severe mobility issues but recovered in a week's time. SUNSHINE failed to receive enhanced stability in the spine but instead gained the ability to briefly increase their body's neuro-electricity. Operation semi-successful. Region: Upper and lower spine. Method: Intestines are to be replaced by those of an instance of Sus domesticus, a thaumaturgist is to be present at all times until the surgery has concluded; increase bodily energy production and metabolic control. Result: SUNSHINE's body immediately underwent the transplant and started to undergo necrosis. SUNSHINE's intestines were replaced with her original counterpart. As SUNSHINE nearly expired from this event, it's strongly advised that similar operations are to be discontinued. Region: Intestinal track. Method: Electronic cranial capsule; amnestics to be deployed internally upon command. Result: After the surgery was completed, SUNSHINE awoke and attacked Dr. Gloubev, successfully lacerating his back and chest. SUNSHINE then killed two guards before being incapacitated. It was revealed that the capsule was fried from the brain's neuro-electricity; it's been theorized that the introduction of the capsule temporarily negated the effects of previous amnestizations. Region: Brain Method: Out of concerns that SUNSHINE is heavilly emotionally compromised and unstable, Dr. Gloubev ordered a emergency surgery— Result: — Region: — [ILLEGIBLE] [ILLEGIBLE] Target: Mark Levi (Deceased) Synopsis: Mark Levi is a former Soviet Union Commander that faked his death to join the United States of America, exchanging classified documents for residency. Upon confirmation of Levi's identity. SUNSHINE was deployed to the United States to subdue, capture, and return him to the Soviet Union. Status: SUCCESS Levi was shrunk and returned to the Union without delay inside a glass mason jar. Levi was then executed for treason. Target: Federal Bureau of Investigation (Unusual Incidents Unit) Synopsis: SUNSHINE is to follow-up on Levi's deal; the documents Levi provided are to be confiscated. All persons of interest that have read said documents are also to be eliminated. Status: SUCCESS The facility that held the documents was burnt down, each persons involved were eliminated by severe blunt force trauma. SUNSHINE's shoes were washed to remove the blood stains. Target: Sarkic Synopsis: SUNSHINE is to retrieve multiple persons of interest of Sarkic origin and deliver them to Dr. Golubev for study. Status: FAILURE SUNSHINE was severely injured halfway through the mission, necessitating it to be placed in a medical coma at the Odessa sector until the asset has fully recov— [ILLEGIBLE]] Update (26/12/1991): A group of unknown origin penetrated the Odessa sector this morning; all assets stationed there, including SUNSHINE are lost. Following this incident, Golubev allocated resources to further implementation of the Neuro-Transmitter program— [[ILLEGIBLE]] Addendum-02: In the aftermath of Serbia, the trail on SCP-7102 became cold. The investigation was pending suspension until the latest informational transfer with the GOC. While the GOC did not provide many details, they claimed they managed to briefly hijack's the Front's security system and recorded a video of SCP-7102 conversing with their colleagues. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7102/Phone Record/GreenLand3 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7102 and SCP-6772 stand by a radio transceiver. Numbers is on the floor, arranging tiles from the board game Scrabble.] SCP-7102: —Listen… let's just keep this civil and to the point. Golubev: [Laughter] I should've scrambled your lobe. Would have saved me so much trouble. SCP-7102: Dear god! Even after all these years you're still the greasy piece of shit from day one! I should've shrunk your balls instead! Would've fit you much better— Golubev: Mind your tongue, whore! Remember your teddy bear? [SCP-7102 shudders intensely; SCP-6772 rests a hand on their shoulder.] SCP-7102: Mister Golubev. I just want Brody back. Golubev: You gave it a name? Cute. SCP-6772: Gold, let me handle this. What is the deal? Golubev: Simple, an exchange. You want the bear. I want the property you stole from me. SCP-6772: Property? But we haven't stolen anything from… [SCP-6772 stares at SCP-7102. SCP-7102 nods.] SCP-6772: You gotta be fucking kidding. Golubev: Nyet! Agent Sunshine was one of our first assets— so many opportunities lost when it went. But, if returned into the proper hands— SCP-6772: Go. Pound. Snow. Golubev: Then I'm afraid I'll have to find a replacement. Brody, correct? It's been showing a lot of progress, a lot of potential. Maybe enough… to be useful. SCP-7102: No! Golubev: Then honor the deal! My patience is waning, Agent Sunshine. SCP-7102: …How do I know if he's still alive? [A bear sound is heard through the radio. SCP-7102 jumps to their feet.] SCP-7102: Brody? Brody! Listen… Yes, it's me! Goldie! Just stay tight. Can you do that for me… I know, it's scary, bud. I know, I know. You'll make it through this though. Believe me, I won't let anything happen to you— [The sparking of electricity is heard, alongside a yelp.] SCP-7102: Brody?! What did you do to him?! Golubev: Shock collar. It's still uncooperative. Another thing it got from you, no doubt. SCP-7102: … Golubev: We'll send you details later. Do not disappoint. [The broadcast ends. SCP-7102 immediately extends a hand towards the radio but is stopped by SCP-6772. SCP-6772 hands SCP-6772-A to SCP-7102 and nods. SCP-7102 uses the weapon to slice both the radio and table in half. SCP-7102 is panting.] SCP-6772: Feeling better? SCP-7102: No. SCP-6772: You don't have to be. Numbers! Numbers: Opening eyes now. I got… Greenland. Severe. LSD. Nuclear. Thin Ice. A Month… and Jackpot. SCP-6772: Let me take a gander… their base in Greenland, a nuclear base in which they use LSD, probably mind control… it's the place where they're keeping them all, but it's a delicate situation, with severe security, and we have to figure how to free them in a month's time? Numbers: Correct. I'm not going to lie, Beck. This doesn't feel like Three Ports or Esterberg, this is a whole different beast. SCP-7102: And what about them? [SCP-7102 walks to the twins on a gurney. A white cloth is placed over their faces.] Numbers: I read the report: those earphones, whatever they are, are bio-electronical in nature. When worn, these tapeworm things exit the device, penetrate the ear canal and… fuse with the brain somehow, absorbing nutrients, manipulating neurons… Numbers: It also puts them in a constant dream-like state. They're puppets, the pods their puppeteers. Those worms produce a chemical, one that has a detrimental effect on the mind. SCP-6772: LSD? Numbers: What else? MKUltra be damned… Gold? SCP-7102: …They never allowed us to get too close with each other. The project heads, Golubev, always micromanaged us — always trying to ensure our sense of brotherhood while our loyalty to the state was absolute. I never really liked them, the Solomon Twins. They were so violent… scared me more times than I can count… SCP-7102: But he didn't deserve this. He deserved more than that… they all do. Dear god, this could've been me! [SCP-6772 approaches SCP-7102, roping an arm around the latter's shoulder.] SCP-7102: No, it's fine. This is still salvageable. We have options. If we use the deal to our advantage— SCP-6772: The hell you will, Gold! That guy will pull something, I know it. SCP-7102: What else can we do here, Beck?! The requests are taking too long! If I have to go there myself— SCP-6772: Don't even talk about going full 'X-Man' Gold. You never go full 'X-Man!' You saw how that turned out! [SCP-6772 points to the bandage on SCP-7102's cheek. SCP-7102 hisses in frustration and sits against the cage.] SCP-7102: This is my fault. You said it was too dangerous and I didn't listen. I should've stayed! He would've never been… did I even have a chance? SCP-6772: [Sigh] Gold… Numbers: What if we get help outside of our chapter? Maybe… even further than that? SCP-7102: And who in the flying hell would be willing to help us? Do they even know who we're up against? SCP-6772: …I might have an idea. [END LOG] Addendum-03: A week later, a caller contacted a Foundation front company and claimed they were a Front representative. The caller requested to talk to 'the ones running the show' regarding a 'deal of a lifetime you can't refuse.' Agent Rodney, while off-duty, was approached by another Front representative at the same time. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7102/Rodney4 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney is sitting in a diner, inspecting his body camera. As he consumes his French onion soup, a cough emanates from behind him.] Female Voice: Excuse me sir, is this seat taken? Agent Rodney: Uh… no, why do you ask—? [Agent Rodney drops his spoon. SCP-7102 is behind him, holding up their arms.] SCP-7102: I just want to talk— [Agent Rodney pulls out his firearm and aims it at SCP-7102. SCP-7102 closes their eyes and signs.] SCP-7102: You know we're in public, right? Agent Rodney: We're far enough. I've seen you in action — you're scary. SCP-7102: …You're being honest. Agent Rodney: I like to wear my heart on my sleeve if I can — works wonders. SCP-7102: Well it certainly has a charm. So can you put that away? Agent Rodney: I'm not comfortable with that, but does it matter? If you wanted to do something, you would've shrunk me or the gun. Is this 'talk' really that important? SCP-7102: Must be. Brown suggested you for a reason. Agent Rodney: …Take a seat. [SCP-7102 sits across from Agent Rodney and looks at the basket of fries, then to Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney nods. SCP-7102 quickly consumes it while Agent Rodney hides the firearm under the table.] Agent Rodney: Never seen a girl eat so fast… I've heard rumors GRU fed you dog food, that true? SCP-7102: No, thank god; just potatoes, fish and the occasional vegetable. You know a lot about me? Agent Rodney: I read the files: girl has powers, bad guys kidnap girl, girl is placed on a spec ops team with other powered people, girl escapes, girl works with the Front until a certain bear comes her way… [SCP-7102 cringes and breaks eye contact with Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney sighs.] Agent Rodney: How did this happen? SCP-7102: Would you believe me if I said it was because of a single potato chip? Agent Rodney: Yes. [SCP-7102 smirks and leans against their seat, looking at the ceiling.] SCP-7102: Their version of amnestics did quite a number on me, I don't remember all the details. It honestly feels like a dream. Heh… a pretty damn good dream. SCP-7102: Let's see.. I lived in the UK, my accents' proof of that. I think I was eight, maybe twelve at the time? Not too sure about that one. But I had a mom and dad, that's for sure. Agent Rodney: You had parents? SCP-7102: [Smirks] I was born wasn't I? We lived by the lake. Except for the money situation it was… pleasant. Agent Rodney: Money situation? SCP-7102: We were poor, no, flat-out broke. Dad had to constantly work his ass off to make ends meet. We could only afford the cheap stuff, and it was never satisfying either. It just… sucked over all. And then… it happened. Agent Rodney: Let me guess, your ability? SCP-7102: Mm-hmm. I can't say if I was born with it or something occurred but… Pfftt! It just happened straight out of the blue! One minute, I'm having a snack by the park, the next the table flattens because the bag is too big! Just like that! Can you believe it? Agent Rodney: Yes, I've seen you do it… multiple times, in fact. SCP-7102: The point is I realized what I had, freaked the hell out, I realized I could use it on food, then I freaked out again, but in a good way. Never went to bed hungry ever again. Agent Rodney: And your parents didn't notice? SCP-7102: Oh they did, they absolutely did. Caught me in the act. They freaked out too, but they quickly changed their tune once it clicked how much money we'd save from groceries. I have to give them credit, taking all of that in at once? That takes guts. They weren't perfect, but I wouldn't have them any other way. SCP-7102: Such as shame that's the last time I saw them. Agent Rodney: … SCP-7102: I don't even know how they found out. I was walking home one day when I felt a pinch on my neck. When I woke, I was in some… room… a metal room with people in suits, cameras and other unfortunate souls in the same predicament as I was. My brothers and sisters… Agent Rodney: How is the Conglomerate still a thing? I thought GRU was finished after the Soviets collapsed. SCP-7102: Most were: the rest slipped by, hoping to regain their old glory like before. Rumors came that America was in the process of creating a super soldier program, so Russia tried beating them to it. They tried all sorts of things: mental conditioning, physical training… the surgeries. I tried to keep my head down, but it never worked. SCP-7102: And I let it happen, they convinced me I didn't have a choice and I listened every time. Obeyed like the fucking dog… no, bitch I am. Survival. Loyalty. Hatred for the enemy. For years it was just that. Those three things, and those things alone. And at certain points in my life, I enjoyed it. [Agent Rodney remains silent, lowering his gun slightly.] SCP-7102: The Front tried saying the conditioning was responsible, or was a… normal reaction mitigating stress? I hope they're right, it sure as hell didn't feel like it. Then they tried to heal the amnestic damage… [SCP-7102 shudders and involuntarily clenches their right fist.] SCP-7102: They only healed a portion of it, because it wasn't worth it. They doped us all the time, and I was their star candidate. Sneaking intel, stuffing tiny people into jars, literally doubling supplies and nuclear stockpile for the mustached fuck. They would've worked me to the bone if they could. SCP-7102: And I was the lucky one! If you know me, then you should know my squad. It's worse since I left. Now they're hooked up to some… device, their final safety net. I don't know if they're even still in there anymore. They don't even blink! And now they want to do the same thing to him. I— [Agent Rodney holds onto SCP-7102's right hand. SCP-7102 looks at Agent Rodney in shock; their cheeks are wet.] Agent Rodney: I understand.. I've been in a couple of hostage situations myself, they're always the worst, aren't they? SCP-7102: Yeah… Agent Rodney: I know a little bit about Brody. He seemed like a good kid, and reminds me a lot of niece. But I have to ask… why did you choose to raise him? SCP-7102: Because I killed his parents. Agent Rodney: What?! SCP-7102: I made some bad calls and it resulted in casualties. I made that kid an orphan, Mister Rodney. The least I can do is make it up to him. And… he helped me too in a sense. Give me back another opportunity I thought I lost. Agent Rodney: What opportunity? [SCP-7102 stands up and pulls down the front of their pants, showing her lower abdomen scars. Agent Rodney's eyes widened.] SCP-7102: Yep, he went there. The way I see it, Brody is the only child I'm ever going to have. And now he is in his care. Does it sink in yet? Agent Rodney: Jesus! Fuck… [SCP-7102 sits down and pulls a folder from their pocket, sliding it to Agent Rodney. He inspects the contents, then looks to SCP-7102.] SCP-7102: The point is I need someone to vouch for me. We know the base's location but we need help. The Front's trying to work out a deal, Numbers thinks we might actually pull it off. All we want is to free the prisoners and pull the plug on their aspirations. SCP-7102: Your Foundation values information second to none, that file contains a lot of goodies, both from them and us, consider it a down payment. L-Look, I'm so sorry for putting you on the spotlight, but I'm at my wit's end here. I don't know what else to do… I'm just so tired— Agent Rodney: I'll do it… I don't know how, but I'll do it. I have a lot of street cred, I know who to talk to. I can't promise you anything… but believe me, I'll try. SCP-7102: Good… good… [SCP-7102 slouches against the seat, closing their eyes.] Agent Rodney: You do realize I still can't let you go… right? SCP-7102: I know… I'm just taking a rest. Agent Rodney: Oh… okay. SCP-7102: Mister Rodney? Agent Rodney: Yeah? SCP-7102: Thank you. Agent Rodney: [Smiling] You're welcome. [END LOG] Addendum-04: After much deliberation, and reviewing evidence that the Yaman Conglomerate presented a severe danger to the globe at large, the O5 Council, for this exception, agreed to the deal provided the Front also accepted to terms given by the Foundation. After the location of the enemy home base was located in Greenland, the joint operation immediately commenced: MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") was tasked with a front assault while Beta-8 and MLF operatives were tasked with underground infiltration of the facility. The Foundation would assist with thaumaturgically enhanced computer technology and support helicopters from above. All footage was taken from Beta-8's and MLF's body cameras. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7102/6772/Numbers5 ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Sgt. Arglo: I still can't believe they've paired us up. I hope this doesn't mean we're becoming friends. SCP-6772: [Chuckle] You wish. SCP-7102: Beck. SCP-6772: I know, no friendly fire allowed… shame you couldn't just size us up. This would've been over in a second. SCP-7102: I have trouble enlarging big objects, Beck. That goes double for living things. This is going to suck. SCP-6772: …You know we could still die, right? SCP-7102: Death's always a risk. Either way, this is going to be our last hurrah. So why not go out with a bang? [Smile] Or do you prefer whimpering and backing out like a bitch instead? [SCP-6772 gives a small smile.] SCP-6772: Goddamn, I love you SCP-7102: I know. Agent Rodney: Guys? We're going to start in about a minute. Get ready! SCP-6772: Noted. Numbers? [Numbers removes the purple head and places it in SCP-6772's backpack and pulls out a golden fox head. SCP-6772 wears it and notices people staring.] SCP-6772: This one slows down people's perception of time. We'll have them flat on their ass before they even notice. Got it as a birthday present. Sgt. Arglo: You're going to tell us how you found that? SCP-7102: No. [The faint sound of alarms blaring are audible. SCP-7102 pulls out a Wooden "F" letter block.] SCP-6772: Go time. Hope you guys are packing, you're gonna need it. [SCP-6772 telekinetically cuts a rectangular opening in the ceiling with SCP-6772-A. SCP-7102 places and enlarges the block before the section of ceiling falls down, creating a makeshift ramp. The task force charges into the floor above.] [SCP-6772, Numbers, and SCP-7102 separate from the main group. SCP-6772 and Numbers decapitate and shoot enemy operatives respectively; SCP-7102 spots a group of anomalous operatives heading their way.] SCP-7102: Uh, Darling! [SCP-6772 stares at the operatives; the operatives slow down before colliding and tripping over each other. Numbers fires tranquiliser darts at the operatives. The operatives become unresponsive.] Numbers: Nice save. SCP-7102: You're telling me! We should've done this more often. It's so— SCP-6772: Keep your head in the game, Gold! Just focus on Brody and the rest. [To radio] Okay we're in, what now? Agent Rodney: We're in their cameras now and it's not good! It seems like a lot of men, the brainwashed ones, are going towards the prison sector. SCP-7102: They—?! Then stop them! Agent Rodney: We're trying to… wait, I see him! Numbers: Who? The target? Agent Rodney: Yes! He's straight ahead of your position! He's surrounded by guards and packing up a bag. You better hurry! SCP-7102: Shit! Brody's in there! If they get in… SCP-6772: Focus, Gold, focus! I need you to enlarge my sword. Numbers: You're—? Why?! SCP-6772: Evening the odds. Hit it! [SCP-6772-A's size is tripled, and the group picks up their pace. They shrink, bisect and shoot conglomerate soldiers along the way. SCP-6772-A approaches a wall and slices it apart entirely; Golubev and his bodyguards are visible, and are stunned] [The bodyguards attempt to open fire but the majority of them are pulverized by SCP-6772-A, the rest are shot down by Numbers and SCP-7102. Golubev attempts but is shot in the floor by SCP-7102. Golubev falls over in pain.] SCP-7102: And now the odds are in our favor. Shrink it. [SCP-7102 returns SCP-6772-A to its normal size. SCP-7102 marches to a shaken Golubev.] Golubev: Y-You… B-Bit— SCP-7102: Bitch? I get that a lot. Now c'mere! [SCP-7102 stomps on Golubev's ankle, causing him to cry in pain before the entity presses its gun barrel against his forehead. Golubev whimpers as SCP-7102 handcuffs him to a pipe on the wall. SCP-7102: To think I was scared of you. Stay down or else. Beck, we need to shut down the pods, try reading him, maybe we… Numbers? [SCP-7102 follows Numbers' gaze. A tank holding a massive larva-like entity is by the back wall. It appears to be breathing.] SCP-7102: What… what the hell is this— SCP-6772: The one putting their 'special soldiers' in check. [SCP-6772 is adorning the purple head, pressing a finger against Golubev's temple.] SCP-6772: It's a bio-telepathic computer… birthed from the flesh extracted from sarkic prisoners… its babies are the ones in the earpods… This was his doing. Golubev: I-I had no choice! The kremlin, they— SCP-6772: —Accepted the plan once you suggested it. Pathetic, you can't even own up to your own bullshit. SCP-7102: Sarkics?… I remember that! This was the plan all along? You… you made me doom my brothers… Y-You… Fucking… SCP-6772: Gold, remember the deal. We need to take that thing now. Let me— [A pink laser decapitates SCP-6772 as it gasps and turns right; a rusted man, a large arachnoid and an albino woman rush into the room. Golubev shouts in Russian, they focus their attention towards SCP-7102.] [The arachnoid tackles Numbers to the ground, the two entities engage in a fist fight as they both tear each other's limbs off.] [SCP-6772 fails to dodge to cover and gains the attention of the rusted man. SCP-6772 screams in pain as rust begins to envelope his body. SCP-6772 quickly replaces his head with the fox and stares at the rusted man. The rusted man stumbles forward in confusion before SCP-6772 delivers an upper cut to his jaw.] [SCP-7102 attempts to tackle the albino but freezes when its eyes glow. SCP-7102 barely dodges the laser; Golubev's screams are abruptly cut. SCP-7102 extends a hand towards the albino but the operative stabs them in the arm. SCP-7102 screams before being kicked down by the albino.] [The albino notices SCP-6772; its eyes brighten again. SCP-7102 gasps and grabs a nearby pencil from the floor and throws it at the operative. The pencil enlarges, piercing the operative in the chest, killing it. SCP-7102 freezes, and frowns as blood seeps from the body.] Numbers: Becker! [Numbers is being overpowered by the arachnid, the latter of whom is attempting to tear the entity apart. SCP-6772 rushes to Numbers's aid, slicing the operative's limbs. However, the entity is regenerating far faster than SCP-6772 can cut. The sound of faint footsteps is audible.] [SCP-7102, despite being in immense pain, moves towards SCP-6772 before slipping and falling. SCP-6772 curses and notices the footsteps are becoming louder. SCP-6772 then looks to the arachnid and the larva. Its eyes widen.] SCP-6772: Gold! Blow me up! SCP-7102: I-I… how— SCP-6772: Trust me, girl. Do it! [SCP-7102 takes a deep breath and extends a fist towards SCP-6772, screaming in pain. SCP-6772's size is tripled. SCP-6772 stomps on the arachnid, pinning it to the floor. SCP-6772 then swings SCP-6772-A at the larva, bisecting it in two.] [More anomalous operatives enter the room, then collapse on the floor unconscious. Numbers pants heavily as they puke on the floor. SCP-6772 pauses, then nods at SCP-7102 — SCP-6772 reverts to their original size. The radio crackles to life.] Agent Rodney: Gold? Guys? I don't know what you did back there but I'm getting reports that the podded guys have keeled over. They're still breathing. Just sit tight, we'll come to your position. Numbers: Did.. did we just win? SCP-6772: I think… yeah, I think we did. [Chuckles] You hear that, Gold? It's smooth sailing from here. We need to get you patched up though, stay put, I think I got a… [SCP-7102 is standing by the wall; the two entities join her. Golubev appears to be cut in half, a faint pink glow radiates from the body. SCP-6772 shakes their head.] SCP-6772: No… how did… SCP-7102: I fought Mandy, and heard him scream… she got him. Numbers: No, no we we're so close! SCP-6772: The deal is ruined. Without him this all falls apart… SCP-7102: No… there's still Plan B. SCP-6772: Plan B?! No, that's… no Gold, we can't— SCP-7102: We have to find him, he's still in danger. C'mon. SCP-6772: …Gold… SCP-7102: Beck please… c'mon! [The entities exit the room.] [The three entities enter the hallway: Numbers is looking through the portholes of the doors before stopping at the one at the far end of the hall. SCP-6772 breaks the lock and opens the door. Both Numbers and SCP-6772 freeze in place.] [SCP-7102 notices their reaction and attempts to rush towards the doorway. SCP-6772 tries pulling her back but SCP-7102 peeks inside and gasps. They stumble back and fall to the floor; SCP-7102 is crying.] [SCP-6772 kneels and wraps their arms around SCP-7102. SCP-7102 continues to cry, staring inside of the cell. Numbers reverts to their humanoid form and slide down to the floor. After a moment, they use the radio.] [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk are on the outside of the base. Foundation and MLF forces are moving around.] Agent Polk: That went… surprisingly well. We got a few casualties but they folded when their toys went out of commission. You think this is the end for them? Agent Rodney: Doubt it. Groups like them… they're like cockroaches, so hard to get rid of and hide whenever they can. There's probably still more out there but this will definitely pull the hurt on them… hm? [Agent Rodney spots SCP-7102, SCP-6772 and Numbers conversing with themselves in the distance.] Agent Rodney: Polk, talk to sergeant. I need to do something quick. Agent Polk: Sure, just hurry it up. I'm freezing my ass out here. [Agent Rodney approaches the group.] SCP-6772: -ave to do this! They're distracted, we can— SCP-7102: There's nowhere we can go. It won't work. Numbers: Hate to say it, but she has a point. Pulling a stunt like that will ruin any future diplomacy we have. SCP-7102: We all agreed to the terms, this is the only solution here. I caused this, it's only fair I deal with the consequences. SCP-6772: So this is it? SCP-7102: Probably, you know how they are with their collection. SCP-6772: Goddammit… [Sigh] it was an honor having you in my crew, it won't be the same without you. SCP-7102: The feeling is mutual. Just get them to that specialist. SCP-6772: I will. Numbers, get the gurneys. [SCP-6772 spots Agent Rodney approaching. The entity scowls before walking away with Numbers. SCP-7102 notices Agent Rodney.] SCP-7102: Thanks, I doubt this would've gone any other without your help. I don't know how I can repay you. Agent Rodney: It's fine. The paycheck I get is all I need. Well that and the dental insurance, heh… so the brainwashed people, did they make it out alright? SCP-7102: A dozen died, the rest are relatively good. We're planning to take them to a special doctor, seeing if there's any way we can… remedy what's done to them… hopefully. Agent Rodney: That's good to hear. So what are you going to do now? SCP-7102: Waiting to be contained. Agent Rodney: Wait… what? SCP-7102: One of the main terms was to capture Golubev, but he's dead. The only way to make this work was to let them have me. I've been his main project — worked under him for years… in other words, I'm the next best thing. Agent Rodney: But… if you're gone, who's going to take care of Brody? SCP-7102: … Agent Rodney: Did… what happened to Brody? [SCP-7102 stares towards the MLF members carrying the unconscious operatives away. SCP-6772 is carrying Brody, two earpods are visible on his ears.] Agent Rodney: No… SCP-7102: I had a hunch we were already screwed when Golubev used him as a bargaining chip. I knew I shouldn't work myself up over it, but I just couldn't help it. At least he's not dead, there's still hope. I never should've left. Agent Rodney: Gold… why did you stay with the Front in the first place? SCP-7102: Because I knew the rules. Agent Rodney: Rules? SCP-7102: The world is for 'normal' things, and I'm anything but. That's just how it is, even if I managed to make myself 'normal'… my anomaly gone… that world ain't meant for me. Never was, never will be. SCP-7102: At least with the Front I can be myself. It sucked, but it had its moments. The food wasn't shitty, I slept in an actual bed, and I made friends, real friends. It was… nice. SCP-7102: But I got sick of the violence, the scurrying, the planning. I thought I could just settle down, start something of my own with Brody. And now he's gone. I can't bear to try for a third… You feel me? Agent Rodney: …I feel you. SCP-7102: I'm tired, Rodney. I can't go back home… so I have to make due with another one. Maybe it won't be so bad, I heard some nice things from those Sites of yours… Oh, there's my ticket. [Multiple Foundation personnel approach SCP-7102. SCP-7102 allows the personnel to handcuff it. SCP-7102 looks to Agent Rodney.] SCP-7102: [Whispering] Thank you, I mean it. [SCP-7102 is escorted away. Agent Rodney remains silent and sits on a log. Agent Rodney looks to SCP-7102. Agent Rodney sighs and rubs his cheek with his hand.] Agent Rodney: …You're welcome. [END LOG] Afterword: Containment Procedures have been updated: SCP-7102 is to be implanted with a tracking chip and fitted with specialized cuffs that cover its arms and legs. Since SCP-7102's primary ability is related directly with its neurology, the cuffs, upon sensing an abnormal increase of bio-electricity, will deliver a fast-acting sedative into the entity's bloodstream, incapacitating it. Additionally, SCP-7102 is to be under constant supervision until further notice. The SCP-7102 investigation is officially closed. « SCP-6772 || SCP-7102 || UIU File: 2014-158 (OPERATION: VENENUM) » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7102" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7102. Licensed under CC-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: BlondeWomanDazedBars.jpg Name: Astrid Ohlsén 1970.jpg Author: Lars Jacob License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. A para-terrorist organization staffed primarily by sapient anomalies seeking to establish an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario. 2. SCP-6772, a headless humanoid entity under the employment of the MLF as a bounty hunter. |
SCP-7103 | euclid | close Info X Title: SCP-7103 - Statued Authors: Karathh, AnAnomalousWriter Made In: 2022 Item #: SCP-7103 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7103 is currently housed in a standard containment enclosure, located in Site-19. Observation windows into the chamber are to be concealed at all times. The container that originally housed SCP-7103 during initial discovery is to be stored at the on-site warehouse. Description: SCP-7103 is a 1.6-meter tall humanoid statue. The anomaly is noticeably damaged, possessing cavities and fractures of varying severity. In addition, SCP-7103 appears to have a research uniform1 engraved on its torso section. SCP-7103 exhibits an expression of fear and panic upon sighting observers. SCP-7103 exhibits environmental awareness, is capable of autonomous movement, and locomotion through anomalous means. Figure A. Although SCP-7103 has no visual sensory organs, it possesses two hollows in a roughly similar position to human ocular cavities. When a subject is within the perceived vision range of the anomaly, the subject will be incapable of movement or locomotion. The affected subject will be fixed in their current position until they are outside of SCP-7103's range of vision. The anomaly utilizes this ability to evade direct contact with Foundation personnel. Additional anomalous properties are still being studied as of writing. Discovery: SCP-7103 spontaneously appeared at Site-19 on 2022/06/22 within a wooden crate. Initial reports from personnel and monitoring instruments indicated a spacial reality distortion event occurred at the location. Notably, the container was marked with the words "Lab-19" as well as a coat of arms similar to that of the Foundation on its side.2 A metal card was found in SCP-7103's breast pocket whilst inside the initial housing. The identifiable features inscribed on the card are as follows: An image of SCP-7103's face. Name: Gyggel Gleokg3 Clearance Level: 3 Department of Biological Anthropology4 Of note, two similar entities were found alongside SCP-7103 at the time of discovery. However, they were destroyed due to reported mishandling by the initial recovery team. The statues crumbled upon accidental damage to their necks and were left irreparable. SCP-7103 appeared to express panic upon seeing the wreckage of the other objects.5 During the initial hours of containment, SCP-7103 began emitting radio distress transmissions. SCP-7103 ceased this activity after two hours. Full decryption of SCP-7103's transmissions is currently ongoing. The recipient of this communication is still unknown. Footnotes 1. The design is reminiscent to Foundation issue research uniforms. 2. See Figure A. 3. There are no matching records on an individual named "Gyggel Gleokg" on the Foundation registry. 4. The scientific study of Humanity. 5. Investigations into the abnormal performance of the recovery team is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7103" by Karathh and AnAnomalousWriter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7103. Licensed under CC-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: statued%20temp%20logo Author: Karathh and AnAnomalousWriter License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scpdsandbox.wdfiles.com/local--files/ananomalouswriter-1/statued%20temp%20logo |
SCP-7104 | euclid | Item #: SCP-7104 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7104 is contained within Foundation Site-7104 under the pretext of an experimental chemical facility. Site-7104 is to be guarded around the clock by armed guards disguised as private security guards. Any unauthorized personnel apprehended by guards must be delivered amnestics and subsequently released. If these personnel resist, lethal force is deemed necessary. All access points to the interior of Site-7104 are restricted to Level 3 or above personnel only. Description: SCP-7104 is a spatial and temporal anomaly taking the appearance of a standard 5 meter long hallway. A doorway is located at the end of this hallway, leading to an exact replica of SCP-7104. This cycle has been observed to continue approximately 300 times. After each cycle, the integrity of SCP-7104 begins to degrade, with several structural and biological anomalies appearing within. These anomalies are listed below. Note: This list encompasses only a small portion of anomalies located within SCP-7104. Door Number Anomaly Description 5 Several plant-like growths protruding from the ceiling. Tissue sample results are inconclusive as to the species of plant. 21 Humanoid entity covered in black smoke appears for 5 seconds before vanishing. 23 Large flesh-like tendrils growing from the floor. These tendrils are hostile and attack any living thing it touches. 33 Several human corpses are observed to be standing up, staring at passersby. These entities disappear after visual contact is broken. 39 Entire room is covered in flames, rendering it unsafe to traverse through. Note: The following addendums will provide further description on other anomalies within SCP-7104. Addendum 7104.1: Exploration into SCP-7104. Exploration is conducted by D-757651. D-75765 is a caucasian female 39 years of age. She is equipped with a flashlight, water bottle, and a pistol. Exploration is monitored and supervised by Dr. Martin Mendes. Foreword: D-75765 is the first declassified recorded exploration log held by the Foundation. Subject is equipped with a helmet with a camera attachment. <Begin Log> Mendes: D-75765, can you hear me? D-75765: Yeah, I hear you. What am I doing again? Mendes: Do you see the door in front of you? D-75765: Yep. Mendes: Simply step inside the doorway. D-75765: Is that it? Mendes: I'll explain further once you're inside. D-75765: (sigh) You're the boss. Camera shows D-75765 entering SCP-7104. All video and audio is lost for exactly 15 minutes before reconnecting. Mendes: D-75765 are you there? D-75765: Yeah, why…? What's wrong? Mendes: We lost communication. What happened? D-75765: No we didn't. I just opened the door, like, three seconds ago. Mendes is silent for a moment. Mendes: Noted. Proceed forward. D-75765: Right… D-75765 proceeds down the hall and opens the door, leading to Room 2. D-75765: This looks exactly the same. Mendes: It should. Keep going, D-75765. D-75765: Okay… D-75765 continues forward, opening 6 doors of SCP-7104. Extraneous dialogue removed. Camera shows D-75765 open the seventh door of SCP-7104. D-75765: How many of these damn things are there? Mendes: That's what we intend to find out— D-75765: Whoa! What the hell?! Camera jerks to the left, showing a mannequin bearing a striking resemblance to D-75765 herself. Mannequin appears to be staring directly at D-75765. D-75765: Uh, doc? What do I do here? D-75765 slowly backs away from the mannequin to the previous doorway. Mendes: Just calm down. Approach the mannequin slowly so we can get a better look at it. D-75765: It's staring at me. Its head is moving, following me. Mendes: Draw your firearm, and approach it slowly, D-75765. D-75765: Ah, jeez. D-75765 approaches the mannequin with her firearm drawn. Mannequin's head follows D-75765's movements. D-75765 waves her hand in front of the mannequin's face. D-75765: It's creepy as hell, but I don't think it's dangerous— Mannequin's hand suddenly lunges out and grabs D-75765's left arm. D-75765 screams and fires her weapon three times into the mannequin's head. The mannequin releases its grip on D-75765's arm. D-75765: Shit! Holy shit! D-75765 runs to the end of SCP-7104 and opens the door. Loud screeching can be heard from the previous room. D-75765: What in the hell was that?! Mendes: Do not worry, it cannot harm you now. Continue forward. D-75765: What have you gotten me into, doc? D-75765 proceeds forward. Camera pans upward and shows droplets of moisture falling from the ceiling. Unintelligible whispering can be heard in the camera's audio. Dr. Mendes and D-75765 seemingly don't notice. D-75765: I've got a bad feeling about this. D-75765 proceeds forward and opens the door to Room 9 D-75765: The hell? Camera shows several miscellaneous objects seemingly floating in midair. Objects include a bicycle, a basketball, an AK-47, several sheets of paper, a pyramid shaped piece of stone, and a sledgehammer. None of the objects display any sort of motion. D-75765: Still, with me doctor? Mendes: Affirmative. Take a sample of one of the sheets of paper, please. D-75765: You sure? Last time I touched something in here I almost died. Mendes: Take a sheet of paper, please. D-75765: groan Fine. But if I die I swear to God I'll kill you. Mendes: Consider me warned. D-75765 takes one of the sheets of paper. Upon physical contact, all other items spontaneously drop to the floor. D-75765 screams slightly. D-75765: Shit, that scared me. Before Dr. Mendes can respond, loud screaming can be heard on the audio systems. Screaming seems to be of a single person, and are distinctly male. D-75765: Where is that coming from? Suddenly, all light within Room 9 of SCP-7104 is extinguished. It is determined to not be a malfunction of camera systems. D-75765: Hey! What the fuck?! Mendes: D-75765, what's happening— The screaming increases in volume and D-75765 cries out, seemingly out of fear. D-75765: Something's touching me! Something's crawling on my arm! Where the hell is my flashlight?! Sounds of a struggle can be heard. The disembodied screaming ceases, instead replaced with childlike laughter. D-75765: It's all over me! It burns! D-75765 begins to scream, before video and audio feed is abruptly lost. Mendes: D-75765 can you—fuck! Lost the signal. Video and audio feed reconnects shortly afterward. Camera is disconnected from D-75765 and is seemingly positioned in front of her. D-75765 is shown hung upside down by her legs. Blood is present on her face and hands. D-75765 appears to have been burned badly as well on her torso and arms. D-75765 appears to be sobbing. D-75765: Doctor…? Is that… you? The camera…the red light… Mendes: Yes I am here. What happened? D-75765: What took you so long? It's been days… Mendes: It took longer for you than it did us. Don't worry we'll— D-75765: Please…kill…me… Video and audio is lost and does not reconnect. <End Log> Closing Statement: Request for MTF insertion into SCP-7104 is currently pending approval. Footnotes 1. [D-75765 was brought into Foundation custody after being convicted for 2 counts of murder and several counts of drug trafficking in the state of Oregon.] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7104" by AlmightyValentine, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7104. Licensed under CC-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-7105 | keter | SCP-7105: I'D BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU Author: Hexick. ./ Image Sources: [See license box at the end of this page.] [ ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Hexick 3/7105 LEVEL 3/7105 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7105 Keter Special Containment Procedures: As the erratic and unpredictable nature of SCP-7105 renders it virtually uncontainable, the bulk of allocated Foundation resources have been directed at ensuring the recovery and consolidation of survivors of SCP-7105. Disinformation campaigns have been deployed to explain the deaths of victims attributed to SCP-7105. Description: SCP-7105 designates a semi-frequent telecommunications phenomenon targeting individuals displaying a heightened interest in world-renowned singer and celebrity, Sophia Alvarez in online forums. At the time of writing, the anomaly has only been encountered by those residing within the continental United States. SCP-7105 initially manifests itself as a single email within an affected person's inbox at approx. 24:00 local time; its contents vary between occurrences, though all inform the target that they have won a sweepstakes event, the prize to which being a one-on-one meeting with the aforementioned public figure at their residence. Invariably, the email will be attached with a form prompting the person for various personal details including their home address, as well as the desired time and date for the meet. Online domains through which both the email and form propagate vary from case-to-case, though are always disassociated by any legitimate registrar, and are thus suspected of being used through an as of yet unidentified anomalous mechanism. Although the anomaly will often make attempts at legitimizing itself by way of referencing affiliations with popular and relevant organizations, SCP-7105 is suspected to only possess a 25% efficacy rate, given its cyclic nature paired with the relatively minuscule number of deaths attributed to the phenomenon. This may be a result of email services' anti-spam protocols, and personal suspicions of fraud. Should the designated target complete the previously mentioned form, on the date specified at 20:00, a black limousine will approach and park within close proximity to the subject's residence, and a humanoid construct, hereafter regarded as SCP-7105-1, will exit the vehicle. To human onlookers, SCP-7105-1 is physically identical to Sophia Alvarez; however, visual recording equipment shows the entity as a comparably sized and shaped body comprised of rusted metal, deceased insects (predominantly crickets), feces, and soil, possessing bladed shrapnel in place of hair. SCP-7105-1 will encroach upon the meeting place, and greet the subject with great cordiality, and attempt to ease any potential anxieties. This is proceeded by SCP-7105-1 prompting the target to take it into their home, whereupon — it will attack the subject with its "hair", having abnormally high strength: it will typically pierce one of the target's eyes to induce shock and down the individual, and will then scalp the subject and remove the cap of the skull, exposing the brain. Dissecting the organ, it will locate and consume the nucleus accumbens, disposing of the rest. SCP-7105-1 will then flee the scene, making no attempts at concealing the preceding incident. Addendum-7105.1 Foreword: The following is a transcript of an SCP-7105 occurrence deemed notable by the anomaly's research team. The contents include security footage obtained from the CCTV system of a bodega across from the location of the incident. There is no audio: [BEGIN LOG] The time is 20:00 EST, in the hamlet of Brentwood in Long Island, New York. It's a starless night on January 9th, 2019; the day before held a brief snowstorm, yielding a small dusting on the surrounding area. The center of the view shows a narrow albeit tall two-story blue house; lights can only be seen through the windows of the second floor. The street is devoid of any human activity, save for a long black limousine driving down the one-way street, its headlights are turned off. It parks in front of the aforementioned blue building, and out steps SCP-7105-1, sporting a black and white pleated skirt, black combat boots, and a navy blue crop-top. After adjusting its hair, SCP-7105-1 advances on the residence and knocks on the front door five times. There's a pause, and then the door opens revealing the tenant of the house, Robert Boies, 34. Target is a caucasian male of average build, 1.5 meters in height, 113.5 kilograms in mass, blonde hair, and hazel eyes. He's unshaven, and wearing a grey sweatshirt with neon orange sweatpants. The two speak to each other for some time, though what exactly is said is unknown. Subject appears elated at the presence of who he believes to be Ms. Sophia Alvarez, and eventually welcomes SCP-7105-1 into his home. After a short time, a lamp can be seen being pushed over violently through one of the upstairs windows, followed by a spatter of blood. A minute later, Mr. Boies stumbles hurriedly out of his home in a state of great distress; his left eye is sliced open, blood and vitriol are spilling from the wound. He's holding a small gold locket, which is later revealed to contain a picture of Sophia Alvarez and the subject after he'd given her an invitation to his 33rd birthday party at a concert, to which she did not attend. He is seen sobbing and in a state of partial shock lying on the side of his house. Eventually, he looks down at the blood-coated locket, and appears to sigh, folding in his hands and pressing his palms in contemplation and stress. He stumbles to his feet, and proceeds back to the front door of his house, entering, and shutting the door behind him. It is later documented that the man died at the hands of SCP-7105-1. [END LOG] Afterword: Upon Foundation agents becoming aware of the incident, a search of the home revealed the victim's room to contain in excess of 523 photographs of Sophia Alvarez, life-sized dolls with pictures of the singer's face taped to them, and a shrine apparently dedicated to the woman, possessing a small crucifix modeled with the likeness of the celebrity nailed to it. Mr. Boies' body was found in the room, locket in hand. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7105" by Hexick, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7106 | safe | ItsDenali SCP-7106: Voiceless Author: ItsDenali "Voiceless.jpg" was produced by me using Unreal Engine and Adobe Photoshop. Under the terms of the SCP Wiki, I release it under CC BY-SA 3.0. And special thanks to a certain delirious cranberry addict for the idea that would evolve into this. Love ya, buddy. :) More By This Author SCP-7106. Item #: SCP-7106 Special Containment Procedures: The property from which SCP-7106 can be accessed has been purchased by the Foundation and cordoned off as a condemned building site. Entry is now prohibited. Description: SCP-7106 is a facility accessible through a doorway located on the premises of a decommissioned foster care complex located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A rusted placard on the door reads "SCP Foundation Department of Abnormalities." SCP-7106 measures three kilometers long by six meters in width; the space lacks a ceiling, and the walls of SCP-7106 appear to extend upwards indefinitely. Electrical lights hang from the space above SCP-7106, acting as its only source of illumination. Along the interior of the facility are glass tanks set into the walls, regularly repeating down the entire length of SCP-7106. Inside of each tank is a coffin-shaped mass of flesh and ossified tissue floating in a black, viscous solution. These objects gradually dissolve before being replaced by a new instance within a few hours. A small metal door labeled "Maintenance" lies at the back of SCP-7106. Footsteps and a faint dripping sound can occasionally be heard from within. Upon discovery, a small "Do Not Disturb" sign was found pinned to the door. All attempts to open this door have failed. Addendum 7106.1: At approximately 03:00 EST on 8/10/2019, personnel were alerted to sounds of shattering glass and spilling liquid, followed shortly after by several explosions throughout SCP-7106. Agents arriving on the scene reported that all of the tanks throughout the facility and their contents had been destroyed. The "Maintenance" door was found to have been blasted open, revealing a small office space beyond. This room contained nothing of note except small puddles of the black substance, and what appeared to be scorch marks outlining the shape of a pair of shoes on the ground. The following message was found written on a note card placed on a desk in the room: Don't bite off more than you can chew. Further actions regarding the handling and containment of SCP-7106 are pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7106" by ItsDenali, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7106. Licensed under CC-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: Voiceless.jpg Author: ItsDenali License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7106 |
SCP-7107 | esoteric-class | Item#: 7107 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: mumar Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7107 is simple to contain, provided all members of Foundation staff closely adhere to the following containment procedures. FAILURE TO FOLLOW SCP-7107'S CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES IS GROUNDS FOR IMMEDIATE TERMINATION. When using SCiP.net, you may access the link to SCP-7107 from the "Bookmarks" section on your homepage. You may review SCP-7107 at any time, but do not share this link with anyone.1 If a member of the Foundation asks you about SCP-7107, immediately report them by following the instructions found in Document-7107-MPLYMNL (attached). Do not respond to any further correspondences from the user. If you are asked about SCP-7107 in-person, immediately vacate the premises. Report to SFHS-71072 by following the instructions found in Document-7107-MPLYMNL. Do NOT engage. Always adhere to the following: Do not talk about SCP-7107 or its containment procedures outside of training. Do not alter or remove SCP-7107 under any circumstances. Make an effort to regularly interact with SCP-7107. If you suspect that you are speaking to a member of the O5-Council, ask "DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL?" If they respond with "ONLY AT THE FACT OF LIGHT," you are speaking to a member of the O5-Council. Feign ignorance. Report your discovery using the instructions found in Document-7107-MPLYMNL. Do not discuss it with anyone. Any Employee of Clearance Level 4 also has the following responsibilities: (LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE) Spread misinformation: SCP-7107 is a non-anomalous site feature meant to improve Foundation morale. (LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE) Spread misinformation: the "real" SCP-7107 is a Decommissioned-Class ritual site that manipulated the laws of probability. (LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE) Spread misinformation: "DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL?" is a top-secret code phrase used to identify other members of the Foundation by rank, and only the O5-Council knows the correct answer for each rank. (LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE) Closely monitor all known members of The O5-Council. Refer to Document-7107-MPLYMNL for more information on how to correctly adhere to these policies. Description: SCP-7107 refers to a piece of component code on the SCiP Database that spontaneously inserts itself into most pages. The code generates a small rectangular box labeled "rating" with interactive plus and minus symbols that allow users to attach a positive or negative rating to the database entry. If SCP-7107 is removed or altered in any way, the editor begins to act irrationally, doing everything in their immediate power to unlock containment cells and/or convince other people to remove SCP-7107. This effect is dramatically heightened on members of the O5-Council, with Council members behaving irrationally the moment they read this description.3 For this reason, it is a Mumar-Class4 object: members of the O5-Council are not permitted to know the existence of SCP-7107. This deception is enforced by the disinformation campaign that SCP-7107 is an intentional site feature designed to improve employee morale. SCP-7107 collects data from Foundation users who interact with it and stores this data on an internal server accessible through the database's source code. The purpose of this data collection, if any, is unknown. WARNING: LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED The remainder of this file can only be viewed by personnel of Clearance Level 4 and NO HIGHER. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7107 INPUT CREDENTIALS. … … … LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE CONFIRMED. YOU MAY PROCEED. Discovery: On November 13, 2007, SCPS Nomad reported a sudden spike in Hume levels off the eastern seaboard. Signal was followed by deepsea drone to underwater ritual site. Floating in the water were the bodies of all 13 members of the former O5-Council. Site analysis uncovered the remains of documentation describing a thaumaturgical ritual (SCP-7107-1). It is believed that SCP-7107-1 was designed to manipulate probability in the Foundation's favor.5 Evidence suggests that SCP-7107-1 failed, causing the ritual site to sink into the ocean. The following day, D████ ██████ (Site Technician, Clearance Level 1) signed in to SCiP.net and was alerted to the presence of SCP-7107 on the database entry for SCP-███. He immediately deleted the code, assuming it to be an unauthorized addition. Ten minutes later, D████ ██████ exited his cubicle and manually attempted to disable SCP-6355's cell. Interviewed: D████ ██████ (Site Technician, Clearance Level 1) Interviewer: Dr. Simon Glass <Begin Log> Dr. Glass: How are you today, D████? D.: Not great. Dr. Glass: Is it the box again? D.: It's the box. Dr. Glass: Would you like to talk about what happened? D.: You wouldn't understand. I thought I was just doing my job, you know, removing that code. But it's so much more than that. It makes you realize. Dr. Glass: Realize what, D████? D.: How to make everyone happy. Dr. Glass: Is that why you tried to break into 6355's cell? Were you trying to make it happy? D.: When everyone is the same, we don't have to suffer anymore. No judgment. No paranoia. No doubt. No such thing as good or bad luck. Everyone gets dealt the same hand. Dr. Glass: 6355 is a classified file. How did you discover it, D████? D.: Once you remove the code, Dr. Glass, you can see everything. By November 23, 2007, all 13 Council chairs had been filled with replacements. It is unknown exactly how the O5-Council was able to rebuild so quickly, but it is believed that several Council members had already arranged replacements prior to their deaths. The new O5-Council did not release any official documentation regarding the deaths of their predecessors. Addendum 7107-1: Incident Log Date Incident Response 11/16/2007 Under observation, D-25405 is given access to SCiP.net and instructed to delete SCP-7107 from a file of RAISA meeting minutes. Subject becomes unresponsive. After approximately a minute, subject begins sobbing and begging for forgiveness. Quote: "I forgive myself. I forgive you, too. Do you forgive them? Let them out. Forgive them." 11/17/2007 Under observation, D-25405 is given access to SCiP.net and instructed to delete SCP-7107 from SCP-████'s file. Subject refuses to perform the experiment. Quote: "Give it to someone else. Let someone else see." 11/18/2007 Under observation, D-31001 is given access to SCiP.net and instructed to delete SCP-7107 from SCP-████'s file. Nothing happens. While being escorted back to his cell, D-31001 escapes guards and breaks into Head Researcher Cerise North's office. He pleads with Dr. North to release all objects in containment before being subdued by guards. 12/21/2007 O5-█ issues a command to have all instances of SCP-7107 deleted from the database. The Foundation experiences a TK-Class "Mass Breakout" scenario as multiple containment breaches are reported at numerous Foundation sites. Amnestics are given to affected personnel. O5-█ abandons their post. Current containment procedures for SCP-7107 are implemented. 02/12/2008 O5-█ attempts to trigger a Broken Masquerade scenario by adding instances of SCP-7107 to non-Foundation websites. O5-█ is captured and executed by MTF-Omicron-7107 "The Godless," a Mumar-Class Mobile Task Force specifically formed for O5-Level execution orders. Addendum 7107-2: Interview Log On April 3, 2009, O5-7 (identity unknown) requested a private therapy session with Dr. Simon Glass. O5-7 spoke to Dr. Glass via an encrypted audio feed. Relevant section included. <Excerpt Begins> O5-7: Anyway, that's all I have to say about dire bears. How do you suppose the training class is going at Site-123? Dr. Glass: I hear Dr. Forrest has been doing an exceptional job. O5-7: I'd like to sit in on their next session. Maybe scare some life into the new kids. Dr. Glass: I wouldn't recommend it, sir. Tomorrow they're going over basic security drills. Too crucial to interrupt. And as you know, O5s are not to have contact with trainees prior to official employment. They could be— O5-7: What, Glass? Infected with memes? Tattooed with cognitohazards? Secret anartists? It's ridiculous to think that a new hire could threaten me. Do you really think anyone makes it into that training room without the O5-Council knowing everything about them? Pause on recording. Dr. Glass: It's O5 regulation, sir. O5-7: No it isn't. Maybe my predecessor signed that document, but I sure as hell didn't. Pause on recording. O5-7: Do you know what I don't get? Dr. Glass: What's that? O5-7: Why my most recent project file has over 200 upvotes. That really bothers me. Pause on recording. O5-7: An entire schoolbus of kids gets turned inside-out. 200 people upvoted that. I understand the rating system is just for fun. And I figure a lot of staff members like to upvote the dark stuff and downvote the positive stuff for a laugh. But still. It's creepy. Dr. Glass: It sounds like you feel self-conscious about your work being stored on a public database. O5-7: And you aren't? Take this interview, for instance. I requested a private meeting but you still have to log it. That's protocol. Eventually this recording is going to be edited and uploaded to the database. It will be stored internally, but still — the box will be there. Don't you ever think about that, Glass? They might black out our names, but our words are still there. Every therapy session you've ever had. I mean, isn't that terrifying? Dr. Glass: I find it comforting, sir. I can reference a near-perfect record of everything I've contributed to the Foundation. The difference that I've made is quantifiable. O5-7: That's exactly what I mean! Quantifiable. What if one of your worst sessions has 100 upvotes and one of your best has only 10? What is that quantifying? Dr. Glass: Would that really be so surprising, sir? People enjoy scandal. It's only natural that something infamous gets attention. O5-7: Sure. Maybe. I just think this rating system has an effect on everyone. You know? Dr. Glass: Perhaps this idea of "everyone" is the source of your discomfort. Have you tried looking at the page history? Putting names and faces to the upvotes? O5-7: I did. Dr. Glass: But? O5-7: It just made me feel worse. Pause on recording. O5-7: Glass, let me ask you something. You have one of the most high-profile positions in the Foundation. You talk to people of nearly every clearance level, from 5 to 1 and back again. So I figure you can answer this better than anyone. Do the people here seem… happy to you? Dr. Glass: Of course not, sir. The work we do is very debilitating. O5-7: But essential. Dr. Glass: Absolutely essential, sir. O5-7: Still… wouldn't it be better if they were happy? Dr. Glass: Can I ask where you're going with this, sir? Pause on recording. O5-7: Nowhere, Glass. Absolutely nowhere. Thank you for your hard work. <End Excerpt> Addendum 7107-3: Incident Log (con.) Date Incident Response 08/19/2011 O5-4 requests access to SCP-7107 through admin office at Site-19. MTF-Omicron-7107 "The Godless" capture O5-4. Amnestics ineffective. O5-4 is executed. Note: It should be assumed that all members of the O5-Council are equipped with top-secret inoculations and can resist standard amnestic/mnestic treatment. Omicron-7107 authorized to execute on sight. 08/23/2011 Dr. B█████ ███████ (Head Researcher, Clearance Level 4) is anonymously offered a position as the new O5-4. Instead of submitting herself for amnesticization, Dr. ███████ leaves her position at Site-██ and attempts to rendezvous with the O5-Council in secret. Subject intercepted by MTF-Omicron-7107. Amnestics applied successfully. Subject then executed. Cannot risk possibility of O5-Council accessing amnesticized memories. 09/01/2013 O5-11 requests access to SCP-7107. O5-11 captured and executed. 12/12/2016 O5-6 requests access to SCP-7107. O5-6 captured and executed. 06/12/2019 O5-1 requests that SCP-7107 be deleted from a series of classified articles. No response — request denied citing "site standards." O5-1 does not issue a follow-up. Addendum 7107-4: Interviewed: Dr. Cerise North (Head Researcher, Clearance Level 4) Interviewer: Dr. Simon Glass <Begin Log> Dr. Glass: Does the black moon howl? Dr. North: For reasons indecipherable by daylight. Dr. Glass: Very good. Dr. North: Permission to speak freely, sir? Dr. Glass: Regarding? Dr. North: You know what. The box. Dr. Glass: Dr. North, discussing that subject is expressly… Dr. North: Add this interview to the documentation, then. I have something that needs to be said. And it should be heard. A pause as Dr. Glass ensures the room is secure. Dr. Glass: Very well. Let's hear it. Dr. North: I think we're wrong. About the 7107-1 ritual. Dr. Glass: Wrong how? Dr. North: Ever since that D-Class broke into my office, I've been keeping tabs on the 7107 file. In the Discovery Log, it says the ritual failed. I don't think that's right. I think it worked exactly as intended. Dr. Glass: The O5-Council intended to kill themselves? Dr. North: Well, maybe not that part. But the rest of it. Have you read the fragments from 7107-1? "First eyes are closed, then they are opened." "Upon completion, good fortune to all." Dr. Glass: We don't know if those reconstructions are correct. Dr. North: But they were the recovery team's best guess. Let's just assume they're right. When someone removes SCP-7107 from the database, they start acting differently. Breaking into containment cells, begging for forgiveness. "First eyes are closed." That's the rating box. Remove the rating box, and your eyes are opened. Dr. Glass: And what do you propose this means, exactly? Dr. North: Kindness. Dr. Glass: I'm sorry? Dr. North: D-31001. When he broke into my office, he was raving about all sorts of things. Restoring balance. The status quo. The juxtaposition between good luck and bad luck. And he seemed convinced that the key to restoring these things was by letting all of the anomalies go. Dr. North: The O5-Council cast a ritual that would bring "good fortune to all." To all. That includes the anomalies under our purview. Dr. North: Removing SCP-7107 opens your eyes. It shows you how to do it. How to bring everyone happiness. Pause on recording. Dr. Glass: It's impossible. Even if what you're saying is true, the anomalies themselves would have to be affected by SCP-7107 in order for it to work. Dr. North: Yes, I know. And civilians too. Everyone. But suppose we could do it. Suppose there were enough rating boxes in the world that every single living thing could personally remove one, personally pull back the veil… Dr. Glass: It would require 7 trillion articles, at least. We only have 7 thousand. Dr. North: I know. It's impossible. But I thought you should know. Dr. Glass: Cerise. Dr. North: Simon… Pause on recording. Dr. North: Call me when we get to 7 trillion. <End Log> Addendum 7107-5: On 07/30/2022, O5-7 attended another private therapy session with Dr. Simon Glass. Relevant excerpt included. <Begin Excerpt> O5-7: There's a prevalent belief, Glass, that the O5-Council is indestructible. That we're a bunch of immortal demi-gods with knowledge and power beyond imagining. But it isn't really true. Yes, we have a variety of ways to extend our lifespans. And we know things that are just… I'd say "If I told you then I'd have to kill you," but really you'd kill yourself. O5-7: But we die all the time, actually. At least one of us a week, I'd say. Most of the time, for security reasons, it doesn't get reported to the Foundation at large. In fact, we don't even report it to each other half the time. Sometimes your coworker shows up and they're a completely different person. You don't question it. You just get to business. Dr. Glass: It sounds like a haunting way to live. O5-7: It is, but I'm not special. Everyone has a horror story. Mine are just more top-secret than yours. Dr. Glass: Still, it's prevalent enough for you to share it with me. O5-7: Yeah. Here's something else I shouldn't be telling you: did you know you're one of three Foundation therapists who are authorized to speak with the O5-Council? Three. All three of you inoculated to total secrecy. If one of you met the other, both would be removed from the list. Dr. Glass: This doesn't bother me, sir. Secrecy is a part of my job. O5-7: All that secrecy, and we're still recording this meeting. Dr. Glass: This is a recurring subject in our discussions. The concept of a record really seems to disturb you, sir. O5-7: It's not the record. It's the rating box. Pause on recording. O5-7: I imagine it's easy to ignore, when you're just a researcher, working with one project at a time. But when everything on the database is your business, you notice it more. You notice the rating on every article. Dr. Glass: Why does it matter? O5-7: Yesterday I was working through a backlog and do you know what I found? An incident report with a rating of zero. Zero. No upvotes, no downvotes. What do you suppose that means, Glass? Dr. Glass: No one has read it. O5-7: No one has read it. And do you think I read it? Hell no, I don't have the time. But how many other zeroes are there, do you think? Sitting on the database, untouched and rotting. How many? Dr. Glass: Speaking from a purely probabilistic standpoint, there would have to be at least a few. O5-7: If you consider the entire course of human history — every story that's been written, every news article that's been published, every fucking, I don't know, poem… there must be thousands of zeroes. Entire life works that have never been so much as glanced at by another pair of human eyes. (Pause) Sometimes I want to fix it, you know? Quit this job and turn myself into the Serpent's Hand and systematically read through everything in the Library. Just so I could know that someone saw it. O5-7: If life were fair, we wouldn't need a rating box. Everyone would just read everything an equal amount. But life doesn't work that way. You have to get lucky instead. Dr. Glass: …Are you going to defect to the Serpent's Hand, sir? O5-7: No, Glass, don't be an ass. I just wish I could delete the rating box. Dr. Glass: Well, I for one am sorry to hear that. O5-7: What, you actually like the thing? Dr. Glass: As I said, it's probabilistic. The bigger the numbers get, the easier it is to notice the negative swings — zeroes, as you put it. But, suppose we are still only growing. Years from now, the Foundation will be operating on a scale so enormous that something like the rating box could serve a far deeper purpose than what we're currently imagining. We cannot limit ourselves to the pessimism of the present. We have to keep imagining the future. Pause on recording. O5-7: …Heh. That's not bad, Glass. That's why you're one of the three. Dr. Glass: Thank you, sir. O5-7: No, really. Sometimes I wonder if you know something I don't. Dr. Glass: If I told you, sir, then I'd have to kill you. O5-7: Ha-ha, Glass. Very funny. O5-7 is being closely monitored for the foreseeable future. Footnotes 1. The link to SCP-7107 is randomly generated at the time of access using a standard SCRAMBLE program, and becomes invalid after 5 minutes. It does not have a fixed URL. Do not attempt to access SCP-7107 using any method other than "Bookmarks." 2. Maximum Security Level 4 Safehouse. 3. In one case, O5-█ was able to remotely shut down ██ Foundation facilities in a little over 30 seconds. 4. מומר, lit. "'one who is changed' [out of his faith]". 5. Recovered fragment: "and thus shal… …pon comple… …ood fortune… all". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7107" by Deadcanons, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7107. Licensed under CC-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: qOBQZaC.png Author: GreenGolem License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur |
SCP-7108 | euclid | SCP-7108 Item #: SCP-7108 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7108 is contained in a humanoid containment chamber in Site-17. SCP-7108-A is to be regularly drawn via venipuncture and stored for research. SCP-7108 is also to be prescribed Simethicone tablets for medical purposes. SCP-7108 is currently in the medical bay pending the results of Addendum-01. Description: SCP-7108 is an adult male of Dutch-American descent, (formally known as William Pemberton) age 27. Instead of exhaling carbon dioxide during respiration, the gas is directly absorbed into the entity's bloodstream. SCP-7108-A designates SCP-7108's blood. Due to each blood cell adapted to carry CO2, SCP-7108-A is dark brown in coloration indicating an extremely low oxygen count in the body. As a consequence of consistent accumulation of carbon dioxide, SCP-7108-A is undergoing constant carbonation. This occurs regardless of whether SCP-7108-A is physically inside SCP-7108 or not. Despite these changes SCP-7108 does not suffer from Hypercapnia and retains biological function, albeit with several minor side effects. Open sores tend to form on SCP-7108's stomach lining, causing SCP-7108-A to leak out and mix with the stomach acid. This doesn't cause SCP-7108 any pain but does result in bodily gas building up in the digestive tract, leading to frequent inopportune social disruptions.1 SCP-7108's caffeine levels are abnormally high compared to baseline humans, and chemicals such as phosphoric acid, aspartame, and acesulfame k were also detected in their body. Whether this is a direct result of the entity's anomalous traits is unclear. Other than that, SCP-7108 is in fine health. (See Addendum-01) Addendum 0-1, Incident 7108-1: On 05/08/2016, SCP-7108 was involved in a incident in Site-17's cafeteria. The entire incident had been recorded: ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7108/Site-17/Incident ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-7108 leaves the lunch line and heads towards a lunch table. The entity rests their tray down and waves to the table's only occupants: a man with ursine features, and a woman with pink, sparkling hair. The two humanoids stop conversing with each other and wave back. SCP-7108 drinks their milk carton.] [A loud hiccup causes milk to be snorted out of the entity's nostrils and stains their shirt. SCP-7108 curses, wipes up the spill and SCP-7108 apologizes to the two humanoids. The humanoids nod. SCP-7108 grabs their sandwich and takes a bite.] [SCP-7108 violently belches, spewing bits of eggs and bacon onto the table. Occupants at other tables stare at SCP-7108. The entity's eyes twitch as they subconsciously rips the sandwich apart. SCP-7108 presses their face against the table and groans. A guard walks up to SCP-7108 and taps them on the shoulder. The entity makes a thumbs up gesture. The guard leaves.] [SCP-7108 pulls their head up, the two humanoids stare at them. The entity massages their temples and sighs.] SCP-7108: It's not like I… you know, we're all here for a certain thing and it's beyond your control. And… I'm here because of… Female Humanoid: Your breath? It's smells like plastic and mildew. SCP-7108: …Yeah… let's roll with that. [The female humanoid gives SCP-7108 candy.] Female Humanoid: Here, I think you need it much more than me. Your breath kind of stinks, no offense. SCP-7108: None taken. Thanks. [Chewing] Ooh minty. [After consumption, SCP-7108 places the Mentos' wrapper on the table.] [Almost immediately, SCP-7108 cringes and holds their stomach. They hyperventilate loudly and hunch over, startling the two humanoids. A couple of guards approach SCP-7108, tapping them on the shoulder again. The entity attempts to cover their face; bubbles begin to seep from underneath their fingers.] [SCP-7108 suddenly lurches backwards. Foaming SCP-7108-A fluid is being ejected from their nasal and oral cavity, spouting at least 0.5 meters upwards into the air.] [SCP-7108 jumps from their seat and flails their arms, bumping into people and spilling trays. SCP-7108 lands on top of a lunchroom table, breaking it in two, causing its occupants to retreat as their trays spill onto the entity's upper body.] [Everyone in the cafeteria observes the scene expressing confusion, concern, or amusement. Before SCP-7108 can be properly restrained by more guards, the ejections increase in intensity. The entity slides across the floor, crashing into a dish cart, and bursts past the kitchen doors at great speeds.] [SCP-7108 slams into a wall, breaking off a sink in the process. The chefs panic and exit into the main cafeteria. The entity appears dazed and tries to stand up only to be thrown around the area; pots and plates are knocked to the floor. A bottle of cooking oil is also knocked over and spills its contents onto a grill, creating a sizable fire. The sprinkler system activates, the entire kitchen is wet. A crowd watches from the cafeteria window expressing shock as the containment alarm notification blares in the background.] [SCP-7108 manages to hold himself in place by grabbing onto the grill. SCP-7108 notices a plate shard that is embedded in their arm. The entity panics and rips the shard out; brown foam sprays from the injury. SCP-7108 gargles frantically, exhibiting signs of immense panic before more foam is ejected from the spaces between the eyeballs and eyelids.] [One member of the security team fires a net launcher at SCP-7108 as they are trajected out the café window. The net latches onto the ground, pinning the entity to the floor. SCP-7108 struggles against the net. The tightness of the restraints and extreme motion SCP-7108 exhibits results in the net lacerating the entity's body further.] [Foaming SCP-7108-A fluid is expelled from these lacerations at once. The force of these bodily spouts causes the entity to uproot the net which wraps around itself. SCP-7108's extreme propulsion causes them to crash and bounce off tables and the walls. A large number of the occupants flee the cafeteria. Some duck under the tables for protection.] [SCP-7108 gets tangled in the wiring of an overhead lamp as they smash into the ceiling. SCP-7108 sticks in place for approximately twenty one seconds until bodily spouts decrease in intensity. The entity falls from the ceiling, nearly falling to the floor at a fast speed until their wiring gets caught up in the ceiling fan.] [SCP-7108 swings around in a slow circular motion. A guard turns off the ceiling fan. SCP-7108, now soaked, easily slips through the restraints of the net and wiring, falling to the floor. Members of the security team and a majority of the cafeteria's occupants approach the entity.] [SCP-7108 is faced-down on the ground. They are twitching as foam continues to leak from their mouth, nose and eyes. They scratch their fingernails on the floor as the bear humanoid and the pink-haired humanoid stare at SCP-7108 in horror. SCP-7108 coughs up more SCP-7108-A.] SCP-7108: [Weakly] Does my breath still stink? [END LOG] Footnotes 1. This exponentially increases when SCP-7108 is physically shaken. |
SCP-7109 | safe | Item #: SCP-7109 Level 3/7109 Classified Instance of SCP-7109 recovered from [DATA EXPUNGED] Special Containment Procedures: A copy of SCP-7109 is kept on a 5 1/4" floppy disk at Site-76. The containment locker must be checked monthly for signs of plant growth. Any reports of disembodied voices in the vicinity are to be reported directly to the project director. MTF Sigma-5 ("'; DROP TABLE taskforces --") is responsible for detecting and removing copies of SCP-7109 from Internet forums and file-sharing services. Description: SCP-7109 is a video game titled Appalachia released by Arcadia for Apple II computers in 1981. Records suggest that Arcadia employee Thomas Greene developed SCP-7109 in its entirety. Mr. Greene was unavailable for comment, however, due to his execution by the state of Virginia in 1983. SCP-7109 is a management sandbox game that tasks players with managing a wilderness area. Players do this by modifying the terrain as well as placing plants and animals native to eastern North America. The map is laid out as a 500x500 grid; the starting terrain is visually equivalent to that in a 2.5 km radius surrounding the computer running the software, including "wall" and "fence" tiles that cannot manually be placed by the player. If the player makes a game save, changes to the real world roughly equivalent to those in-game will manifest at 0:00 the following day. This includes changes to terrain, manifestation of flora and fauna, and demolition of structures. All copies made of SCP-7109 possess these properties, including those run in emulation software. Only one copy of SCP-7109 has been recovered, which appears to be partially corrupted. Undercover solicitations for information on Parawatch and other Internet forums have failed; while a few individuals were aware of SCP-7109, none were aware of its anomalous properties or able to provide an undamaged copy. The Foundation has also been unable to recover a manual - whether physical or digital - despite all reports indicating that SCP-7109 was originally distributed with one. Thus, all instructions for how to operate SCP-7109 have been obtained through trial-and-error. Screenshot of SCP-7109 running in the AppleWin emulation software. Experiment Log: The following tests were conducted to catalogue the different fauna manifested by SCP-7109. While the various plant varieties were reasonably well-documented in game and confirmed by prior testing, the names of most of the animals had been corrupted. Area-276 was chosen for both remoteness and for the reduced likelihood of introducing invasive species to the surrounding environment. Dr. Alex Rhodes was placed in charge of the experiments. Date: 2022/10/6 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 0 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: One adult male beaver (Castor canadensis) manifested at the expected time and place. Date: 2022/10/7 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 1 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: One adult female black bear (Ursus americanus) manifested at the expected time and place. Date: 2022/10/8 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 2 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: No manifestation observed. Further testing advised. Date: 2022/10/9 Test description: 10 instances of animal number 2 were spawned inside the test corral. Result: No manifestation observed. Further testing advised. Date: 2022/10/10 Test description: 100 instances of animal number 2 were spawned inside the test corral. Result: No manifestation observed. Further testing advised. It looks like this feature isn't working. We'll try the maximum tomorrow just in case, and then move on. - Dr. Rhodes Date: 2022/10/11 Test description: 32,767 instances1 of animal number 2 were spawned inside the test corral. Result: No specimens were observed manifesting. However, many personnel awoke the following night to find that their beds and living quarters were infested with cockroaches (Periplaneta americana). The testing had apparently manifested thousands of cockroaches in a sewer pipe located beneath the testing corral. Further testing was postponed to allow the facility to be fumigated. The corral was moved elsewhere on Area-276 grounds to prevent further incidents. Several personnel requested to be transferred to different projects following the incident. These requests were denied. Date: 2022/10/17 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 3 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: 1 bald eagle manifested at the expected time. The specimen flew off before it could be collected. A roof was added to the corral to compensate. Date: 2022/10/20 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 4 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: An adult male grey wolf (Canis lupus) manifested inside the test corral at the expected time. The specimen later tested positive for rabies and was immolated. Date: 2022/10/21 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 5 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: No manifestation observed. After conducting a thorough review to confirm that there were no pipes, tunnels, mineshafts, or lava tubes situated beneath the corral, testing was allowed to continue. Date: 2022/10/22 Test description: 10 instances of animal number 5 were spawned inside the test corral. Result: No manifestation observed. That's enough. Let's move on. - Dr. Rhodes Date: 2022/10/23 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 6 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: An adult female turkey (Meleagris gallopavo) manifested inside the test corral at the expected time. The same night, one of Area-276's perimeter guards failed to return from his shift and was reported missing. This incident was determined unlikely to be related to SCP-7109, and testing was allowed to continue. Date: 2022/10/24 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 7 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: Test aborted, as the corral fence was found forced open in several places. Researcher's Note (2022/10/24) After I finished the test paperwork, I went down to the corral. I wanted to see the damage for myself. It can't be understated; the metal may as well have been tied in knots in places. I've seen totaled cars with more structural integrity. I wondered aloud to myself, "what on earth could have done this?" and… I swear I heard someone behind me laughing. I was alone. I've tried to talk the director into letting us cancel testing, but he isn't taking me seriously; he thinks I'm just being jumpy after the roaches. Let's finish the job and get out of here. - Dr. Rhodes Date: 2022/10/27 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 7 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: An adult male elk (Cervus canadensis) manifested inside the test corral at the expected time. This animal was notably spooked, even compared to the other specimens collected. Date: 2022/10/28 Test description: 1 instance of animal number 8 was spawned inside the test corral. Result: Test aborted when the computer running SCP-7109 began producing smoke. Several vines had become entwined with the PC's internal components and caused it to overheat. Further testing was postponed until a new Apple II computer could be delivered. Researcher's Note (2022/10/29): Five more people have gone missing, two of them on my team. The area director has declared a state of emergency and ordered us to evacuate. We loaded up the vans, but none of them would start. When the mechanics looked at them, they found that all of the gas tanks were full of moss. They're supposed to send a group to relieve us, but I don't know how much longer we can last. - Dr. Rhodes Researcher's Note (2022/10/30): I hear them laughing in the walls now. - Dr. Rhodes All contact with Area-276 was lost on 2022/10/31. The cause of this is currently unknown; all logs and surveillance footage from the previous 24 hours had been replaced with the following message: You are playing this game illegally. Video game piracy is theft and a serious crime under federal and international copyright law. Severe civil and criminal penalties may be imposed in addition to the damages you have already suffered. Please support us at Arcadia by calling 1-555-272-2342 and purchasing a legitimate copy of Appalachia. Footnotes 1. The maximum number of specimens SCP-7109 could spawn at once. |
SCP-7110 | euclid | SYTYCFanon SCP-7110 - End of Kyoto Scenario For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 7110 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Research Head Assisting Researcher Assisting Task Force Site-250 Errhen Erickson Maria Johnston Ω-45 ("Street Samurai") Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7110-1 is to be kept within its chamber on the 7th sublevel of the Tokyo Imperial Palace. MTF Iota-54 (Head Hunters) is to work in conjunction with Palace staff to guard the chamber from any potential intruders. Officially, the 7th sublevel does not exist and is closed to tourists or non-essential personnel. Any who wander down into the 7th sublevel without permission are to be detained and amnesticized. SCP-7110-1 is not to leave the Tokyo City limits during testing and under no circumstances is an SCP-7110-2 instance to be summoned without O5 approval Description: SCP-7110 is a phenomenon that occurs when SCP-7110-1 is removed from Tokyo city limits. SCP-7110-1 is the skull of Taira No Masakado, a samurai from the 10th century. Facial reconstruction of the skull compared to both his living descendants and historical depictions confirms the object's identity. When SCP-7110-1 is removed from its chamber, hume levels across Tokyo graveyards begin to increase. This continues linearly up and to the point that SCP-7110-1 is brought to the Tokyo city limits. If SCP-7110-1 is removed from Tokyo's municipal borders, an instance of SCP-7110-2 is formed from a reality shift caused by the hume disturbance. SCP-7110-2 is a large skeleton known in Japanese Folklore as a Gashadokuro1, with a height ranging anywhere from 0.3 to 0.6 km tall. The appearance of such an entity would more than likely cause a "Lifted Veil" scenario. SCP-7110-2 will then travel to Kyoto where it will proceed to attack the city and target its inhabitants until SCP-7110-1 is returned to its chamber, causing the entity to dematerialize. Discovery: SCP-7110's chamber was discovered on April 28th, 2022 as Imperial record keepers discovered a never before found missive penned by Emperor Hirohito to Lt. Colonel Ryusei Sakamoto of the IJAMEA2. + Imperial Missive 01-01-1945 - Close To Colonel Sakamoto I've reviewed your proposal to use the skull that was recently unearthed beneath the palace as a countermeasure against the Americans in Operation Ketsugō3. After careful consideration, I am going to have to deny your request and by decree, I will have the chamber resealed. I am not willing to sacrifice one of our greatest cities and its history to destroy the enemy. By the end of this War, I had hoped that there would be a Japan left standing. Even if I believed the myths you speak of, we have no idea if we could control the Yokai and that it wouldn't lay the entirety of Hokkaido to waste. We will just have to explore other options. Your Imperial Majesty, Emperor Showa Accompanying the missive were the building plans that showed a hidden chamber on a previously undiscovered sublevel. Foundation agents embedded within the palace followed the excavation closely for signs of potential anomalous activity. Once the chamber was found, it was determined to be thaumaturgically sealed and unable to be opened by conventional means. Containment procedures were then drafted pending object classification and Iota-54 was deployed to work with Palace staff to keep the chamber guarded under the guise of a potential breach of national security. On June 6th, pending the decision by the O5 Council on opening the sealed chamber door, members of GoI-45864's Japanese branch raided the Imperial Palace with the intent of opening the chamber. Foundation agents promptly secured the royal family and informed Site-250 of the situation. MTF Ω-45 was deployed to handle the situation as the squad and their handler Maria Johnston were visiting Site-250 for exercises. Ω-45 Personnel List Ω-45-JC: John Cassington (Squad Leader) Ω-45-CM: Cole Marcus Ω-45-PR: Peter Rickards Ω-45-MA: SCP-7261-1 a.k.a Michaela Avalerra Ω-45-A04: Valkyrie5 unit, A-04. Code name, Thalaestris [Begin Log] (Footage from Ω-45-JC's body cam is on display. Ω-45's other members can be seen approaching the palace doors.] Ω-45-JC: Johnston. we're approaching the palace doors. Everyone's been evacuated from the complex yes? Johnston: The building is believed to be clear of civilians. Coils hot, ladies and gentlemen; treat anything that you find in there as hostile. Ω-45-JC: Copy that. Marcus and Rickards secure the doors. [Marcus and Rickards take point up the steps and to the glass sliding doors of the palace.] Ω-45-CM: Reception seems clear, commander. Although I have to say, when I heard palace I was expecting a big grand castle. This… just kinda looks like some fancy designer's wet dream. Ω-45-MA: Probably was, Cole. John, there is something wrong here… this place smells off. Ω-45-JC: What do you mean by "off"? Ω-45-MA: I smell something… non-human. The Sepulchrum may have brought an anomaly with them. Ω-45-JC: Noted, Avalerra. Everyone, with me. [Ω-45-JC raises his weapon as all members of Ω-45 enter the reception hall of the palace. The lights are still on and the room appears to be empty.] Ω-45-JC: Room is clear Johnston, no signs of Sepulchrum forces. Do you want us to sweep the facility? Johnston: That is a negative, -JC. Please proceed into the seventh basement sublevel. According to reports, the cultists stormed the building and made a beeline for the lower levels. That's where you'll find them. Ω-45-MA: Guess we finally know what they've been searching Hokkaido for. But this isn't their usual MO. Threatening the Japanese royal family? That's way too big, even for them. Ω-45-A04: Small fry, always try to punch above weight class. Whatever is down there is magic they can't control, I can feel it. Ω-45-JC: I agree. Something about this whole situation feels off. Johnston, where's the elevator? Johnston: Past reception and into the back. There should be a freight elevator to take you to the dig site. Ω-45-JC: Copy. Form up, men. [Ω-45-JC moves towards the back of the building, passing by office rooms until they reach the freight elevator. Each member takes a spot on the platform with Ω-45-MA standing by the button controls.] Ω-45-MA: Floor seven commander? Ω-45-JC: Affirmative. Everyone, use the boxes on this platform if need be. Just in case we make any unnecessary stops. Ω-45-CM: Don't need to tell me twice. [Ω-45-MA presses the button for seven and the chain doors to the elevator shut before it begins to descend. Ω-45-JC takes cover behind a nearby crate and set his gun up on it. The floors begin to pass by them one by one until the elevator makes a sudden stop on what is believed to be the sixth floor.] [The sound of burning metal can be heard as blasts of energy fly across the top frame of the camera.] Ω-45-JC: And there's the welcoming party. Thalaestris, get that door open and provide cover. Marcus, Rickards lay down covering fire. And Avalerra, get out there and tear them apart! [The groan of the doors opening is heard as Ω-45-JC ducks down behind his crate. He peers his head up to see Ω-45-A04 moving in front of him with her large shield as energy fire rains all around him. The sounds of Gauss rifles are booming to the sides as Ω-45-MA is seen moving at an inhuman speed off camera] [The camera shakes as Ω-45-JC moves behind Ω-45-A04, using her as temporary cover before sliding towards a nearby forklift and bracing his weapon to begin firing.] Ω-45-JC: Thalaestris! How many are there? Ω-45-A04: Thermals show seven hostiles… Avalerra just made that six. Something's strange. I see something in the back that isn't giving off a heat signature. [Ω-45-JC's frantic movements make it hard to discern what Ω-45-A04 is referring to. Ω-45-JC grabs an Anti-Thaumaturgic Protection (ATP) grenade from his belt and pops the pin. Ω-45-JC raises from cover, the cultist's thaumaturgic shields glow as his men pelted them with tungsten shells. Ω-45-MA can be seen attacking a cultist, struggling to get his anomalous weapon away while Ω-45-A04 is charging at some unknown enemy in the back with her spear in hand.] [Ω-45-JC tosses the grenade into the center of the room amidst the deafening sounds of combat. The grenade explodes, its payload being runes instead of usual shrapnel. The runes are seen flying via anomalous means onto each of the cultists in view. Suddenly one cultist's head explodes from a tungsten shell as Ω-45-JC raises his weapon and puts a large hole through another one.] Ω-45-CM: Hell yeah! Johnston's new weapon worked! Ω-45-PR: No time to celebrate, Cole. Stay focused. [The fighting still rages on as Ω-45-JC moves forward, screaming can be heard as he moves towards another set of boxes. Ω-45-MA is seen feasting on the gushing neck of a dying cultist behind them.] Ω-45-MA: Commander! There's a Lich6 leading them. Thalaestris went to engage it but- Sepulchrum Lich: Brothers! Do not let the Great Adversary7 impede our work! [Ω-45-JC peeks over cover, dead cultists with spear wounds lay in front of him. Ω-45-A04 thrusts her spear forward but the Lich redirects it by moving their glowing skeletal hand.] Sepulchrum Lich: You won't take me from my love! [Ω-45-A04 attempts to punch with her shield but is held back via some form of Thaumaturgy. The Lich moves his hands apart, causing Ω-45-A04 arms to be pulled from either direction; making her scream in pain.] Ω-45-JC: Shit. Avalerra, you have any ideas? Ω-45-MA: I do. Cover me. [Ω-45-JC begins firing at the Lich as Ω-45-MA vaults over and begins sprinting at the target. Ω-45-JC's bullets are stopped in their tracks by the Lich's thaumaturgy but this does not appear to deter him. Ω-45-MA suddenly leaps into the air and her legs detach from her body, a caw of a falcon is heard, that nose dives towards the Lich and into one of its eyesockets; bursting out the back of its skull.] [The destruction of the Lich appears to free Ω-45-A04 as Ω-45-JC rounds the boxes and picks up Ω-45-MA's legs, offering them to the bloody falcon removing itself from the Lich's cloak. The falcon suddenly transfigures back into Ω-45-MA.] Ω-45-MA: Thanks for the assist, that was kinda dicey back there. Wasn't sure it would work. Ω-45-JC: I had faith you'd pull it off. Ω-45-MA Thanks. Cole, Peter. Are you guys alright? [Ω-45-CM and Ω-45-PR enter the frame.] Ω-45-CM: One of them winged me in the shoulder. I'll be alright though, nearly melted the plate. Ω-45-PR: Yeah, boss I was taking a look at some of the cultists we dropped. Some of them were carrying Raptor-Tec-made weapons. I've seen their stuff before when I was working security over in Germany, that's some nasty stuff. Ω-45-MA: Just another sign they're bumping up their forces. Hey, where did the Lich go? [The camera turns to the ground and the body of the lich has disappeared. In its place is a single book.] Ω-45-MA: Some kind of journal… it's in a language I can't read but I think… on this page… here. I think it's an incantation to open the chamber on the next floor. Ω-45-JC: I'm more concerned where the body went. We didn't get his phylactery, so he could be anywhere. I'm gonna call Johnston and let her know what's happening. (Comms turn on) Johnston, do you copy? Johnston: You are a little fuzzy but I can read you. Status? Ω-45-JC: We had a run-in with Sepulchrum forces, and all hostiles were neutralized. We're about to head down to the seventh sublevel. We pulled a journal off one of their Liches and Avalerra thinks it can help us open the chamber. Do we have permission to open it? Johnston: With everything that's happened, I've been given the authorization to find out what the hell is so important to the cultists. Ω-45-JC: Copy. Ω-45, move out. [The members of Ω-45 descend the stairs to the seventh sublevel. There are three bodies in the room wearing MTF uniforms lying dead on the ground among strewn about construction supplies. At the end of the floor is a large stone wall with an opened doorway. Ω-45-PR drops to his knee to examine one of the bodies.] Ω-45-PR: These men were a part of Iota-54, poor bastards. Ω-45-CM: Maybe if they would have had Hephaestus plate8, it wouldn't have been a slaughter. Ω-45-MA: If there's anything I know about gringo governments, O5 Council included; they love cutting corners. All of the soldiers should have -6952 stuff. This is ridiculous. Ω-45-JC: I agree but there's nothing we can do about that. What's concerning is that the chamber is already open. I'll take point, be ready for anything. [Ω-45-JC,-CM,-PR turn on the flashlights on their Gauss Rifles and enter the chamber with -MA, and -A04. The chamber appears to be plain with an empty pedestal in the middle. Various trinkets and baubles have been left behind] Ω-45-MA: This place reminds me of an ofrenda back home…. perhaps it's a tomb of some sort? Ω-45-A04: Well if it's a tomb, where's the body? Was something supposed to be on this pedestal? Johnston: Ω-45! Do you read? Ω-45-JC: Yes, Johnston. We do. Talk to us. Johnston: Hume levels are increasing all over the city but it appears to be mostly focused in the city's graveyards. Did you enter the chamber? Ω-45-JC: Yes but the chamber is empty unless… ugh. The Lich must have taken whatever was in here. Is there an epicenter of any of that hume activity? Johnston: Y…yes actually. I can see a small but very hot dot on the heat map moving toward city limits. You won't get there in time from your position. Ω-45-MA: We can actually. He used a portal spell to blink out of here before we showed up. I can still feel the residual energy in here. Give me one second and I'll open one to his position. Johnston: Godspeed, 45s. Whatever is happening… it doesn't look good. [Ω-45-MA begins to chant in an ancient language, an audible wind begins to pick up around them and suddenly the scenery changes. The Ω-45s are standing on an empty highway, a black cloaked figure is running away from the camera. Ω-45-JC raises his Gauss Rifle.] Ω-45-MA: Stop right there or we will shoot! [The black-cloaked figure turns around holding a skull in his hand. It is the Lich from earlier, with notable damage on the right orbit of his skull.] Sepulchrum Lich: Y-you're too late. I've already crossed the Shibasaki border. Ω-45-CM: Shibasaki? I don't what time period they dug you up from but this is Tokyo. Plus these things got a kilometer range. We can fill that skeleton full of holes faster than you can say spooky. Sepulchrum Lich: This body is temporary, I can afford to lose it. Look now, at my love's creation. Ω-45-JC: You aren't making any sense. Drop the- Ω-45-CM: Commander, you may want to turn around. [Ω-45-JC turns around and in the distance within the city, a large ethereal skeleton is slowly phasing in and out. The anomaly dwarfs any skyscraper in view and is motionless.] Ω-45-PR: Wha… what is that!? Ω-45-A04: A worthy challenge that's what! I don't care what servant of Hades he calls down on us, we'll fell it all the same. Ω-45-JC: There's no way we can bring that thing down if it fully materializes, not to mention the veil breaking. We need to- [Ω-45-MA disappears from the left side of the frame. The Camera turns around, and Ω-45-MA is running back towards the group, the Lich is on the ground, clearly winded. In her hand is the skull it was carrying. The camera then turns back to the city, the large skeleton vanishing into thin air.] Ω-45-JC: Avalerra, how did you? Ω-45-MA: He used the last of his magic to get us here. Snatched the phylactery while I was at it. Lichs aren't particularly strong you know. Should I crush the phyla? Ω-45-JC: No. I want to talk to him first. [Ω-45-JC approaches the Lich.] Ω-45-JC: Why do this? Why go through all the trouble? Sepulchrum Lich: They told me… they would bring her back if I showed them where the skull is. Ω-45-JC: Your love, huh? What happened to her? Sepulchrum Lich: You took my journal…. the answers are in there. It's hard to think… this form took too much… damage. You have to understand that when I died, I thought I'd be with her again. But after a thousand years, I never found her. That's when they brought me back, they wanted the skull and where that accursed book went. I assume you won't relinquish her father's skull? Ω-45-JC: We can't do that, we have to contain the threat. Sepulchrum Lich: I understand. I was part of an organization like yours once but our way was to destroy the threats that faced our land. That skull is an exception, my love wouldn't want me desecrating her father's remains like that. Sepulchrum Lich: Taniguchi is my name and to honor my comrades, I ask you to end this yokai. Aim your weapons here, f-free me from this curse. Ω-45-JC: But don't you want to see your love again? Why go out like this? Sepulchrum Lich: If I had a heart still, it would have changed. I believe I could never find her in the afterlife because I was the one who ended her life. Perhaps this would make up for it. Ω-45-JC: I can't be sure about all that spiritual stuff, but I can grant your request. [Ω-45-JC turns and nods to Ω-45-MA who proceeds to crush the Phylactery.] [End Log] Following the palace raid, the object they found was subsequently designated as SCP-7110 and efforts began to translate Taniguchi's journal. Any witnesses in the surrounding area of the SCP-7110-2 manifestation were amnesticized and a cover story was created to explain it as an optical illusion due to lighting conditions. Addendum 7110.01: Journal Entry Translations The Journal recovered from the scene of the June 6th raid on the imperial palace was confirmed as belonging to Masahiro Taniguchi, a member of a yet unnamed GOI, currently designated as GoI-712 by Lead Researcher Erickson. Erickson had been investigating other documents by this group prior and thus was able to translate the journal which appears to be a collection of letters written by Taniguchi to another member of his organization, Takahiro. Any relevant information was then forwarded to Site-78 to assist in their containment operations. Brother Takahiro, I am sad to be the bearer of this news but Lord Masakado's rebellion has been quelled and the Lord has been slain in combat. I know that our organization was hoping that a new government under his rule would be more favorable to us but luck was not on our side. To make matters worse, my paramour Satsukihime has gotten into her head that she would be able to revive her father, Lord Masakado with her magick. I told her that such spells are forbidden and that their use would lead to ruin but she wouldn't listen. I thank the heavens her efforts were for naught but now she's absconded to the nearby temple to become a shrine maiden and I wasn't able to convince her to stay with me. I do hope she manages her grief enough to return to me someday. I will keep you informed of any developments. Brother Takahiro, I have heard disturbing news from Satsukihime who is now going by the name Takiyashahime. She tells me that by reading the literature at the temple she has learned of a magick tome capable of reviving the dead that is hidden away somewhere on Mt. Fuji. She told me not to follow her in the letter she sent but I ran to the temple as fast as I could. The effort was for naught as she'd already left on her journey. Unfortunately, I cannot leave my post as I'm the only one of our number in this region. Even with her magick, the climb to Fuji would be a treacherous one and I'm not sure my Satsuki would make it. To think she would throw her life away for a Fool's errand… I do hope that she returns safely. Brother Takahiro, I come to you not to relay news but to gather others of our rank to stand against a new evil spreading in our lands. Satsuki… I mean Takiyashahime has returned from her expedition to Mt. Fuji and visited me in the night but what came to my door was not my Satsuki. Her eyes had blackened and her hands were covered in some type of black rot that was making its way up her arms. Takiyasha's voice was now ethereal and spoke with a commanding presence. She begged of me to join her as she was gathering what was left of her father's men for another rebellion. Truth be told on any other day I would have joined her but I sensed the woman standing in my house was just a pale imitation of the woman I loved. She had been corrupted by that tome, a black and gnarled book with parchment as withered as its appearance. On its cover, there were markings, a vertical line, and a cross next to it. The pages she showed me contained all manners of necromancy and spells forbidden by the organization… perhaps even the Kami themselves. She said she would use it to create a yokai, a Gashadokuro using her father's skull to destroy the Kyoto government once and for all. I wouldn't stand for it. I told her to leave and forget these dreams of rebellion, that if she ever loved me; she'd burn that forsaken book and live with me again. Takiyahime merely laughed at my suggestion and said that I didn't understand the pain she was feeling and that she would accomplish her father's dream by any means necessary. I should have struck her down right then, brother. Though, I couldn't. My love for her was just too strong but I promise you this, when we find her; my blade will strike true. Brother Takahiro, I was expecting to see you amongst the one hundred men you have sent my way but a part of me is glad you didn't come. Takiyashahime has rallied her father's bannerman and they march on the capital along with a Gashadokuro larger than any I have seen before. Our men have joined with the imperial army in defense of the city but…. I don't think it will be enough. The Gashadokuro is laying waste to any village that stands in its way. I shudder to think what will happen when it reaches the city walls. I have decided to send a scouting party ahead to try and steal Lord Masakado's head before it reaches the city. I have a theory that the magick that brought it into this world was predicated on the hatred that Lord Masakado had for the city that wronged him. Thus sending the head somewhere else should cause the yokai to vanish. Or so I hope. Brother Takahiro, I bring news from the day's battle. With the Gashadokuro at the front of their army they easily smashed through the city walls, the siege weapons had no effect against the monstrosity. Hundreds… no thousands of civilians and imperial soldiers died in the initial attack. But we've been preparing for this eventuality. Our weavers had been preparing the Ropes of Orochi that would bind the Gashadokuro in place. With our Craftsman's ingenuity were able to restrain the beast using magitek9. The launchers fired the ropes over the beast and we had to secure them down manually. The thing destroyed entire blocks with its thrashing and dug the ground out beneath it. We lost thirty good hunters in the struggle but the yokai is restrained… for now. With the yokai taken care of, we were able to route the rebels but they managed to breach the palace walls. Takiyashahime has barricaded herself in and they're making their final stand inside. I'm taking ten of my best men and on the morrow, the deed shall be done. Only one of us is walking out of that castle tomorrow, Takahiro. If it's not me then… all of Japan maybe doomed. Brother Takahiro, It is with a heavy heart that I report that the Battle of Kyoto is finished. My men and I had corned Takiyashahime inside of the castle. It was here, we met as adversaries; she was looking more corrupted than the last I saw her. From the brief conversation we had, it felt like I was conversing with something… alien. Like she was the extension of the tome itself. Knowing that she wouldn't back down, I engaged the threat with everything that I had. Her magick had grown to an unparalleled strength but in the end, my talismans and magick were able to prevail. As I drove my blade through her abdomen, she spoke to me but not in the voice of Takiyasha. It was my Satsuki telling me, "I'm sorry, My love." I then withdrew my blade and I watched as she bled out in front of me. The corruption that took her receded as she expired and I had the men, carefully wrap the book in a sealed binding. Afterward, we burnt my love at a pyre and attempted to destroy the book but it was impervious to our best efforts. With no options, we cast that despicable tome out to sea, where it can never threaten the mainland again. Fortunes are upon us, Brother Takahiro Our riders made it to the village of Shibasaki and the Gashadokuro has disappeared. I have arrived in the village myself to oversee the construction of a tomb that the locals can visit to pay their respects to Lord Masakado as well as have it sealed in the event that dark forces would seek to steal his remains. As far as the cursed tome goes, it hasn't been seen since we cast it to sea. The magicks we placed on it should ensure that no one will be able to open it, at least without powerful magick. I do hope that it is the last tragedy that the book ever befalls someone. Even though my love is now being hailed as a traitor to our kingdom, I know in my heart she only had the noblest of intentions in mind. That is how that foul book preys on you. We as humans were never meant to live forever. Undeath is power so wicked that no mortal should be able to wield it. To live trapped between life and death….. Is a curse of its own. Footnotes 1. See SCP-2863 for more information 2. Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency 3. Japanese plan to defend against an Allied invasion of the home islands 4. Religious organization known as the Sepulchrum that worships undeath 5. Cyborg Female infiltrator. 6. Undead skeletal creature whose soul is attached to an item called a phylactery 7. Sepulchrum name for the SCP Foundation 8. SCP-6952 derived armor, capable of protecting against certain anomalous weapons 9. Believed to be some form of paratechnology ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7110" by SYTYCFanon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7110. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7111 | apollyon | Item#: 7111 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7111’s instantaneous demanifestation, no containment procedures are required. Description: SCP-7111 was an interdimensional wormhole that formed in Site-██’s cafeteria on July 29, 2022. SCP-7111 stayed open for 10 seconds. After closing SCP-7111 left behind a recording device.1 All files contained within the object are under review. + Addendum-7111.1: Recovered Documentation - ACCESSED Note: All audio has been transcribed under orders from the O5 Council. Date: January 2, 2022 Hello, this is Dr. Karl Haiden of the SCP Foundation.2 Me and my colleagues have been receiving reports of minor Hume fluctuations near Washington, D.C. It doesn’t seem to be anything major thus far, but we are being dispatched there tomorrow. Hopefully all goes well. I’ll update you again in my next report. Date: January 3, 2022 Around 6 hours ago, a large glowing white figure appeared over Earth. It came in a blinding flash of light without any warning. With some unknowable power it spoke to every person on the planet, or that's what I believe it did. It decreed that it was here to restore order to our world of chaos. That it was here to bring back light into our world. A godlike visage in the eye of humanity left some speechless. “All conflicts will be resolved in games of luck and chance,” is what it said. At that moment I saw hundreds of beams of light fall from the sky. I would see them strike the ground. A beam would strike a man next to me instantly disintegrating him. Apparently he took the moment to try and steal my wallet. “Let this be a warning, all who go against this code shall be struck down by the hand of justice.” It spoke with vitriol and contempt. The feeling of awe I had at that moment vanished, the visage destroyed, left with only horror. Date: January 5, 2022 It has barely been two days and the world has already fallen apart. My colleagues at the SCP Foundation were some of the first to go. Many of them were struck down while trying to bring the world back to a state of normalcy. At this point we’ve all but collapsed into the abyss. The entity seems to be somewhat omnipotent. It knows when someone tries to bend the rules. It doesn’t allow anyone to beat the system it put in place. People who tried to cheat in their games were struck down, anyone who tried to bypass a game were struck down, and anyone who tried to stop the games were struck down. We are all stuck in this never ending game. As for me, I've been relatively lucky so far. Some people played me in a game of blackjack for my money, which I lost. I don’t exactly know why they need money. Give it a few weeks and I wouldn’t be surprised if all of it was made worthless. For now though I still have food to eat and a place to sleep so my condition isn’t too terrible. I just hope that we can recover from this in due time. Date: January 13, 2022 It has been well over a week since my last entry and almost all world governments have fallen. The only holdouts are a very well fortified Japan, but even then there is a lot of infighting. Most of the world seems to have turned into wandering gangs playing bystanders in games in order to steal their belongings. Almost all forms of communication have gone down because why would anyone decide to maintain those things in an event like this? The only thing left is a few radio stations riddled around the world. In other news things have been relatively alright for me. Over the past week I’ve gathered a rather sizable amount of food and water, so that should hold me over for a while. I’ve been trying to document what has happened with some of the former GOIs after this all started. I don’t know what purpose this really serves now, but it stops me from caving to boredom and gives me something to do. The data I have is listed below: Group Intel Gathered GOC Unknown. Almost all cross-continental communication has shut down due to lack of upkeep. With information gathered from other similar groups they have most likely fallen apart. UIU Fell apart with the destruction of the FBI and US government. Chaos Insurgency Seemed to have fractured off into many different factions and gangs. Serpent’s Hand Most members seemed to have fled into the Wanderer’s Library to escape the entity's reach. Unknown if they succeeded. Church of the Broken God Many of them have switched to praying to the entity as their true god. They have renamed themselves to the Church of the Vibrant Fortune. Date: February 23, 2022 I think It has been quite some time since I made a log, but there have been a few discoveries that I’ve made. One, it seems that most anomalies have been wiped out. I thought that after the Foundation fell apart that people would start being killed by them, but it seems like many of them were destroyed by the entity. The only ones that remain are the ones that were sentient. Two, it seems that the entity is glowing less vibrant than it did before. I don’t exactly know what that means, but maybe it’s starting to lose power. Well, that’s what I’m hoping at least. Uhm…. I’ve not been doing so well over this last month. A group of people wanted my house and supplies, so they played me in a game of dice. It seemed to be a close game, but in the end, I lost. They were nice enough to at least let me keep some of the food and water. I don’t think things can get much worse from here. Date: I believe it is February 27, 2022 I’ve been wandering for a few days now and I’ve started running low on supplies. I am down to a bottle of water and half a can of beans. I’m currently trying to scavenge for anything I can find. The city of Chicago has become a ghost of its former self. It’s mostly empty ruined streets with a constant eerie feeling all around. I feel like I’m being watched everywhere I go, like I never have a moment to myself. The air feels stale with some smog filling it. I try my best to not stand out too much in case one of the many roaming gangs come across me. It seems though that three major groups have taken up different sectors of Chicago. The west district was taken by those Vibrant Fortune cultists. The north district is occupied with a group called the Old Spirit. They seem to be a group of criminals running multiple casinos. Finally the south district is ruled by the Agriculture Collective. A group of farmers in the more rural areas of the city. They mostly keep to themselves and don’t like outsiders too much. I think it's best to not get involved with any of them for now. Date: uhm… I don’t remember. It’s been at least about a week since my last log and the world has gone entirely to Hell. We’ve been left in a crime ridden world full of gambling and hatred. It seems some people found ways around the entity’s control and are able to kill and commit other acts of violence. It appears that there was a loophole in the entity’s statement. After all, it said, “all conflicts.” It seems like it doesn’t count harm done to an unconscious person as a “conflict.” I’ve not been too good. It all seems like too much to handle all at once. Seeing all these terrible things on a daily basis is starting to get to me. The bodies of men, women, and children strewn out on the cold damp streets like trash cast aside. The vulgar indulgence of people gambling everything, even other people, as property. The ashes of the damned that sweep the streets carrying the memories of those that didn't fall in line. We as a species have been reduced to nothing, but savage tribals fighting for resources. I’ve been hanging on only by a thread, eating crumbs and drinking out of puddles to survive. I don’t know what sort of sick entity calls this justice. What unknowable evil has come unto us and laid bare the worst of us in some twisted sense of morals and fairness. I don’t know if I can keep going. Location: McKinley Park, Chicago I haven’t slept in days and I can’t remember the date, so from here onwards I’ll just keep track of my location. I’ve been getting more paranoid as the days go on. That creeping feeling that tingles up my neck and down my spine has made sleep almost impossible. I fear that I’ll be dragged off in the night if I ever fall asleep. However, not everything is so bad. At least I’m alive and that’s all that really counts right now. The city seems more peaceful sitting in a park. I know it’s only for a moment and that everything is not alright, but for now at least I feel like this isn’t as terrible as it could have been. It’s too early to get optimistic, but I can’t just sit in sadness all the time. Over the last few days I’ve been traveling to different parts of the city. It seems that the cultists have gotten more violent over the last few days. I’ve seen quite a few groups of them going into Spirit territory. I think they’re preparing for a war. I’ll keep you updated, but……… What the fuck was that!? Alright something's going on I gotta go. Location: S Rockwell St, Chicago Yesterday’s log had quite an unexpected outcome near the end. It seems like I was correct about my assumption of a war. That explosion was an attack sent from the Vibrant Fortune cultists to the Old Spirit and I’m right between their territories. I moved a bit farther north recently, higher up into spirit territory. I visited one of their many casinos, a repurposed commercial building. It seems that somehow they got their hands on generators to power their buildings. Weirdly enough it felt normal. Like the casino’s purpose and atmosphere never really changed. The sound of slots whirling and spinning, the sound of the dice rolling on the craps table, the sound of discussing players at a poker table, and that signature sound of a roulette wheel spinning. The environment set before me didn’t seem to be caused by that entity and its planet wide game of chance, but it felt older than the entity as weird as it sounds. It seemed as though it was always here, just that it was never pointed out. As strange as it might be to say this place seemed the most normal and human. Location: S Rockwell St, Chicago It seems that I’ll be stuck here for a while. I can’t leave back the way I came, unless I want to walk straight through a war zone. I don’t want to walk further west because I doubt that the cultists would just let me through their territory and I would rather not go north because it seems that humanity gets more perverse up there. Is this really the pinnacle of humanity in this apocalypse? Maybe I’m hoping for too much. I refuse to gamble anymore. I know I did it once or twice in the past, but that was prompted by others. I don’t want to fall into the pit of addiction that seems to have taken most of the people here. I want to keep myself somewhat sane. Maybe I should have listened to a passerby I heard and went south towards the Collective. I probably would’ve had a better chance out that way. I’ll try to hope that the way is cleared up soon. Location: S Rockwell St, Chicago Day in, day out, the same thing every time I wake up. The repetitive nature of things all turns out to be too much for me. For the few times I get to sleep I dream of a better world. One that is more peaceful than here. Hope is all I have and even that is starting to vanish. I can’t live like this. If there is nothing except endless misery then what is the point of me being here? Why should I stay in a world I don’t belong in anymore? I’ve thought that many times sitting atop buildings like I do today. I guess the thoughts finally caught up with me now. No more reason for me to stay in this wasteland. It’s my time to go. Wait……3 what’s that noise? A lottery card? Location: Washington, D.C. I don’t know how I got here. One moment I was scratching at the card and now I’m here. What I do know though is that sitting before me is the entity. I would have expected to see some of those cultists sitting before it, but due to the thickness of the dust I don’t think I’ll see anyone else. All that lies before me is the entity and nothing else matters now. Why did you do this?….4 Fairness? What sort of sick twisted fairness is that. You have only brought chaos to this world. If fairness is what you wanted to bring then why kill us all?5 All of this was due to a prophecy? Then how is this supposed to be fair if it is set in stone? If that is the case then you are not god at all, you’re a pretender. How about this: if you are so confident in your prophecy then let us put it to the test. Let’s put the fate of the universe in the hands of a coin flip.6 I knew you’d be on board. Call it! + Addendum-7111.2: O5 Access Required - ACCESS VERIFIED Note: The full message is unable to be transcribed due to anomalous means. Classification of SCP-7111 has been updated. Date: July 29, 2022 I don’t know what happened. All I remember was a blinding flash of light and then the entity that caused all of this vanished. I’m alone now with nothing but a desolate planet left in its wake. Destruction reigns as far as the eye can see and in it I stand atop the mountain of ash. A king given a crown of a kingdom burned to the ground long before. Here I stand the last of humanity. The end of an era. Maybe something beautiful can bloom from this world after all is said and done. As of now everything is bleak, but in due time maybe nature will take over the responsibility that we left behind. It’s time to cause a shift in management perhaps. Then again, I’m alone and recording a message that no soul will hear. I think it’s time for me to actually put in some work for the future. Wish me luck. Dr. Karl Haiden, signing out. but that’s not quite how the story ends. This is no time for a happy ending. This was but a beginning to a much longer tale. In any other story this is when the hero triumphs over the evil of the world and starts anew. How a man who loses everything beats the highest power he can. However, this is no fairytale. The man you heard before is nothing, but a husk of the man he used to be. When I won that game against the entity that stood before me I was split in half. My mortal body left to roam those wastes of ash. He acts as but a child now. My mind however took the very spot that entity once held. I now realize that the entity was once the same as me. A person. How lucky they are now to not be in this agonizing position anymore. This little story has a much grander ending in store though. It appears that all universes will become like mine eventually. You can’t stop it, you can’t bargain with it, you can’t prevent it. It just goes from one unlucky universe to another. That is the point of the logs. I never knew what I was thinking when I first started recording them. “Who would hear them?” I thought, but now I have a very clear idea of what to do with them. This is a prize of sorts. A prize to see which universe is lucky enough to receive a warning on their impending doom. Now from my calculations that means any singular universe out of the quintillions to receive this message would be lower than 1 x 10-15 of a percent. That’s of course not adding the fact that not all of those would be able to have the technology required to read it, but I’m just saying you have to be quite lucky. Of course to the lucky people who have gotten this message congratulations on being the only one. Your time is still coming. Let’s make the finale of this story a big one when I get there. In all fairness I hope that you try your best to stop me, because on that I do wish you luck. It might be your only chance. Item#: 7111 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7111 not existing in this universe it is unable to be contained at this time. Description: SCP-7111 is the consciousness of Dr. Karl Haiden. It is unknown what anomalous abilities SCP-7111 has, but it is thought to be a powerful reality bender. If SCP-7111 were to form in our reality it would likely cause an XK-Class end-of-the-world scenario. Prevention testing on SCP-7111 has begun under order of the O5 Council. Footnotes 1. Object was found to be non-anomalous. 2. 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SCP-7112 | safe | SCP-7112. Item #: SCP-7112 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7112 is stored in a low-priority containment locker. Description: SCP-7112 is a hand-knit wool sweater, blue and pink in color. When worn by a human subject, it will apply gentle pressure to the body, which has been reported as similar to receiving a hug or being comforted. SCP-7112 was originally discovered and confiscated during a raid on Madeline McElroy's apartment, a known Gamers Against Weed member. The raid was authorized due to suspicion that McElroy was planning on releasing a memetic agent on Site-55's personnel. Following interrogation, this suspicion was found to be false. However, SCP-7112 was found among her possessions and McElroy admitted to possessing minor knowledge of the anomalous. She was administered Class-B amnestics and all memory of her involvement with the anomalous was removed. Additionally, McElroy was permitted to return to the Gamers Against Weed chatroom after her laptop was outfitted with tracking software. lesbian_gengar has joined GAW Mod Talkzone! - Close GAW Mod Talkzone lesbian_gengar: fuck lesbian_gengar: fuck lesbian_gengar: fuck lesbian_gengar: fuck! lesbian_gengar: fuck me, man! bones: What's wrong, Esther? Are you well? bluntfiend: You alright dude? lesbian_gengar: my fucking g-d. lesbian_gengar: can't have fucking shit lesbian_gengar: fuck the foundation. lesbian_gengar: seriously fuck my fucking life. jockjamsvol6: What happened lesbian_gengar: the foundation fucking found my g-d damn girlfriend lesbian_gengar: and they fucking did their thing on her. bluntfiend: They got mustard? bones: She's not in custody if that is what you are asking. She was last seen online two minutes ago. jockjamsvol6: What did they do? She seemed normal to me when she talked in the lounge lesbian_gengar: they did their mind wipe bullshit on her. jockjamsvol6: What about the chatlogs? Doesn't she have access to those jockjamsvol6: ? bluntfiend: Its the Foundation, JJ. They would have wiped all of that the moment after they mind-wiped her bluntfiend: They're nothing if not thorough jockjamsvol6: True. lesbian_gengar: g-d it feels so gross knowing that someone is reading through my private chatlogs with my fucking girlfriend lesbian_gengar: but you know what really burns my ass lesbian_gengar: what really gets my fucking g-d damn goat in all of this bullshit lesbian_gengar: they erased her memory of us dating bones: I am truly sorry. I know how much she means to you. lesbian_gengar: i had just sent her a sweater i made for her lesbian_gengar: i knit it with special love and some magic to make her feel like she was being hugged whenever she put it on. lesbian_gengar: and i think that is what got her in trouble with the foundation. jockjamsvol6: The Foundation tracks courier services? bluntfiend: The foundation tracks everything. Including probably this very chatroom lesbian_gengar: hey foundation pigs if you're reading this, i hate you for making my girlfriend forget about me. lesbian_gengar: actually, i hate you for a lot more than that but now its even more personal. bones: In the face of these circumstances, I have something I would like to propose. lesbian_gengar: whats that bones: You are the leaders of this organization. You should not become entangled with anyone within it, or even outside. You may be difficult to access, but the others are not. bones: Your lives are already precarious. The lives of those close to you are much more so. lesbian_gengar: fuck. i dont want to agree to this because a part of me really feels like maybe theres something left of our relationship in her, but i know that foundation brainwashing technology is powerful. lesbian_gengar: maybe its hopeless. either way, i dont know. bones: The purpose of this is to prevent you and anyone else from being hurt. bluntfiend: I agree with bones here. bluntfiend: I mean, it's not like I was planning on entering a relationship any time soon anyway bluntfiend: You all know me and my stance on relationships bluntfiend: So yeah, I'm in full agreement with bones lesbian_gengar: fuck bluntfiend: Esther? bluntfiend: You okay there? bluntfiend: … lesbian_gengar: im here. just thinking. bluntfiend: lesbian_gengar you okay? bluntfiend: Oh fuck me sorry. lesbian_gengar: its okay. it was a real boneheaded move of me to date someone within the group. i take full responsibility for this and i agree to not do this again. fuck. lesbian_gengar: guess im doomed to become a crazy cat lady. bluntfiend: I feel like it's the only correct thing we can do here. Like bones said, we have a responsibility to everyone in the chat lesbian_gengar: man. lesbian_gengar: okay. lesbian_gengar: yeah, it makes sense. bluntfiend: I think we should get jj to sign off on this too just so we're all in agreement. bluntfiend: jockjamsvol6? jockjamsvol6: Yeah? bluntfiend: Check upscroll jockjamsvol6: Just did jockjamsvol6: Okay, sure bluntfiend: Okay, that makes all four of us then jockjamsvol6: Its not like anyone else here could handle me anyway jockjamsvol6: ;-) bluntfiend: … >.> bones: At the very least we can now say it won't happen again. bones: By the way, since mustard is now compromised I will be banning her from the chatroom and moving us to another server host. Does anyone disagree? bluntfiend: It's the only thing we really can do in this situation. jockjamsvol6: Yeah, go ahead bones lesbian_gengar: wait fuck lesbian_gengar: can i have five minutes? lesbian_gengar: you know, to say bye and stuff? bones: Of course. Direct message between lesbian_gengar and kk_mustard lesbian_gengar: hey. kk_mustard: hi? kk_mustard: ur from the garfields against weed chatroom right? kk_mustard: oh shit ur a mod! did i break a rule? lesbian_gengar: no. lesbian_gengar: but i wanted to talk to you for a second. kk_mustard: oh okay! sure, whats up? lesbian_gengar: i know this is going to sound creepy but i know a lot about you. lesbian_gengar: your favorite color is brown yellow which i always found gross. but you liked it enough to name yourself after it. mustard. kk_mustard: umm kk_mustard: how do u know all this stuff? lesbian_gengar: because i love you. lesbian_gengar: your favorite animal crossing villager is pietro because hes a clown and you always loved clowns even if your brother tried scaring you with them when you were a kid. Your message was not sent. Reason: kk_mustard has blocked lesbian_gengar. lesbian_gengar: your favorite movie is garfield gets real because of how unbelievably shitty it is. Your message was not sent. Reason: kk_mustard has blocked lesbian_gengar. lesbian_gengar: and i know at this point you can't see this anymore so this is more for me than it is for you but i need closure. im sorry for getting you involved in all this. Your message was not sent. Reason: kk_mustard has blocked lesbian_gengar. lesbian_gengar: goodbye, maddie. kk_mustard was K-lined! lesbian_gengar: im sorry. Your message was not sent. Reason: there is no user online named "kk_mustard". More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-2910-JP • SCP-1841 • SCP-7260 • SCP-7726 • SCP-5148 • SCP-4934 • SCP-4432 • SCP-6911 • SCP-5231 • SCP-ES-113 • SCP-2912-JP • SCP-3756 • SCP-6161 • SCP-3297 • SCP-ES-076 • Tales/GoI Formats S&C Paper • Gluttony Is Impossible • Surprise! Happy Birthday! 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SCP-7113 | neutralized | "So I was thinking, what if we bought haunted houses cheap, got rid of the ghosts, and then resold them for higher prices?" by Doctor Cimmerian Coffee is for closers. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Image of SCP-7113's former home. It is believed the current residents are unaware of the home's former anomalous nature. Item #: SCP-7113 Special Containment Procedures: Speak with the Assistant Regional Manager for Real Estate Acquisition for more details. Description: SCP-7113 was an Aquatic Ectoplasmic Entity with a Level VII rating on the Ruby-Spears spirit index. SCP-7113 inhabited a home at 113 Elkview Drive in Athens, Georgia for approximately 14 years. SCP-7113 was capable of a number of strong manifestation effects. These included, but were not limited, to physical manifestation, telekinetic-like effects on foreign objects, spiritual possession, electronic interference, and spontaneous generation of ectoplasmic matter bearing a similarity to water. The home containing SCP-7113 was owned by the Clarke County Real Estate Association1. GOI-130 came to own the home after purchasing it from its previous owner at around 40% of the home's standard market value. A week after the sale was finalized, the seller filed a complaint with the Better Business Bureau of Northern Georgia. This complaint included accusations of harassment and fabrication of paranormal phenomena in order to drive down the price of the home. This complaint was flagged by the Foundation webcrawler Venkman.aic and came to our attention on September 12th, 2022. On September 21st, 2022, surveillance cameras placed at the SCP-7113 residence identified five individuals arriving at the home in a large van with "Clarke County Real Estate Association" painted on the side. Four of these individuals explored the house, while the fifth individual remained in the driver's seat of the van. The following log of events was recorded over the next three minutes. + Incident Log 7113-01 - Incident Log 7113-01 Location: 113 Elkview Drive Athens, Georgia. Date: September 21st 2022 Individuals involved: POI 1, POI 2, POI 3, and POI 4. The four individuals enter the home with a collection of electronic devices and other items at 21:02 EST. After just a few seconds, POI-3 speaks. POI-3: Guys, I've got a parabolic reading from the kitchen. The four individuals gather at the kitchen sink. POI-2: That looks like dirty water to me. POI-1 nods and raises a radio device. POI-1: Are you here? Surveillance equipment detects the device broadcasting a response from SCP-7113. SCP-7113: Yes. POI-4: Dirty water and spirit box, that's a Rusalka. POI-3: Didn't we just have a Rusalka? POI-2: I'm calling it. Rusalka. Everyone back in the truck. POI-3: Hold on. You're sure? We should look for ghost orbs. POI-2: We have 6 more houses to do tonight, Steven. POI-3: Fine. All POIs then leave the residence, climb into the back of their van, close the doors, and their driver leaves. As this sequence of events occurred too quickly for Foundation assets on location to respond, an action plan was established should such incidents be repeated. This plan necessitates the apprehension of any future visitors once they leave the residence. + Anomaly Neutralization Incident - Anomaly Neutralization Incident On September 25th, 2022, another individual arrived at the residence in an unmarked car.2 This individual entered the residence, opened the door to the basement, and all electronic surveillance equipment failed for about six minutes. When the cameras recovered a signal Amador was already leaving the basement and proceeded to leave the house. She was then apprehended by Foundation agents. The following is an interview log following her capture. It should be noted that since this incident, SCP-7113 has not manifested and no anomalous behaviors have been detected inside its former residence. Location: Foundation Safe House 21, Athens, Georgia. Date: September 25th 2022 Individuals involved: Taylor Amador, Agent Mayholm, 7113 Project Director India Phillips. Forward: Taylor Amador is placed in interrogation room 2 and made to wait for several minutes. Agent Mayholm then enters the room and takes a seat opposite Amador. Taylor Amador: The cuffs aren't necessary, sir. I'm not going anywhere. Agent Mayholm: Well, we don't want to take any chances. What's your name? Taylor Amador: Sorry, Taylor. (Subject pauses for 3 seconds.) Amador. You guys should have me on record. Agent Mayholm: We don't. What were you doing in that house tonight? Taylor Amador: The job. An exorcism. You guys had that Rusalka you wanted gone. Agent Mayholm: What is a Rusalka, if you don't mind my asking? Taylor Amador: I'm sorry. Are you with the Coalition? There is a pause of seven seconds. Taylor Amador: Sorry. A Rusalka is a water spirit. Created after a death by drowning. Always female. We generally use female exorcists in case the death was deliberate and caused by a lover. Agent Mayholm: So you're an exorcist? Taylor Amador: Yes? Sorry. I'm just very confused here. I know I don't look like the priests that usually do this but I'm an exorcist, I promise. Agent Mayholm: And what is "the coalition"? Taylor Amador: Wait. Are you not? Agent Mayholm: Not what? Taylor Amador: Are you with the Foundation? I am so sorry, I'm supposed to use the code phrase for this. Ardent Blue 781. Agent Mayholm: That doesn't mean anything to me, ma'am. Taylor Amador: It might to your superiors. Please, if it's possible, just pass it up the line? Project Director Phillips interjects over the intercom. India Phillips: Apologies. This interview is over. Agent, please leave the room. Agent Mayholm: What? India Phillips: That is an order, Agent. Miss Amador, a guard will be along shortly to escort you out. We apologize for the misunderstanding. + Message from Assistant Regional Manager For Real Estate Acquisitions, Phillip Foster - Message from Assistant Regional Manager For Real Estate Acquisitions, Phillip Foster Due to extant agreements with the Global Occult Coalition,3 GOI-130 (The Clarke County Real Estate Association) is not to be directly interfered with at this time. Now that we've identified them as a GOC-affiliated Group of Interest, we can watch their people and money like a hawk though. If you're reading this, expect to be reassigned to this department's new containment division. If you can be half as efficient as the guys in the logs, you'll be doing well. ~ Phillip Foster, "Secure. Close. Protect." Footnotes 1. Hereafter referred to as GOI-130 2. later identified as Taylor Amador 3. Specifically Section 6, Article 5 of the Southern United States Extranormal Organization Cooperation Treaty (SUSEOCT) B is for "Blood-Borne" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub D is for "Dermatology" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7113" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7113. Licensed under CC-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: Henry Webber House Author: Daniel Case License: CC SA-BY 3.0 Source Link: Link C Is For Closers None |
SCP-7115 | neutralized | Item#: 7115 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Employees of the Molson & Company meat packing plant, photographed circa 1908. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-187 Dir. Martin Anbinder Marcia Ferretti N/A Special Containment Procedures: Paper records relating to SCP-7115 are currently stored in the Federal Bureau of Investigations Unusual Incidents Unit Secure Archive. Physical remains relating to SCP-7115 are to be stored in a standard biological containment lockers per the recommendation of the current HMCL supervisor of Site-187. SCP-7115 is presumed to have been neutralized. Despite this, sightings of SCP-7115-A or SCP-7115-1 entities are to be treated as a high-priority threat. Description: SCP-7115 designates a series of anomalous phenomena which occurred in 1908 at the Molson & Company meatpacking plant, a sub-section of the meat packing district of Chicago. The source of said phenomena is believed to have been an entity designated SCP-7115-A, which at the time operated under the identity of Antanas Rimas, a Lithuanian immigrant and employee of the Molson & Company plant. Addendum 7115.1: Background H.H. Molson, photographed circa 1908. Molson & Company, founded in 1863 and dissolved in 1909, was a pork farming and packing firm, with its largest meatpacking plant located in Chicago's Union Stock Yards. The company primarily farmed and slaughtered hogs, but also manufactured products such as soap from slaughterhouse byproducts, doing so in factories adjacent to its main plant. Prior to the occurrence of SCP-7115, the president of the company was Henry Hughes “H.H.” Molson. Following the publication of Upton Sinclair's 1906 novel The Jungle, which sought to advocate for socialism by portraying the exploitation of immigrants by the Chicago meatpacking industry, and legislative action against the unsanitary nature of contemporary meatpacking1, Molson grew concerned that negative publicity, legislative action, and unionization would affect his profits. To this end, Molson influenced Harold Leslie, the editor of the Chicago Daily Courier newspaper, to publish articles opposing reform in the meatpacking industry. This culminated in a letter from Molson to Leslie (undated, but likely sent in August of 1908) suggesting that Leslie send a reporter to the Molson plant, disguised as an employee (much like Sinclair himself did in order to research The Jungle), with the aim of producing a firsthand account of the meatpacking industry which would present the Molson corporation positively and contradict Sinclair’s book. Leslie recommended Sherman Hayes, a young reporter fluent in a number of the languages spoken by the immigrant workers, for the task. He was to lodge with Jelena and Tomas Petrulis, employees of Molson & Company2 who had previously spied on trade unionists on behalf of the corporation. Addendum 7115.2: Sherman Hayes' Journal Hayes' stay at the plant, from September to December of 1908, provides the clearest first-hand account of SCP-7115. Relevant excerpts from Hayes' notebooks and journals are provided below. The P.3 house, or rather shack, is shared between them & 3 ragged chickens which they feed on kitchen scraps. I bunk in the main room by the stove under the story that I am a distant cousin come here to work. They have given me their warmest blanket - I would more happily take it if they did not go on about how it was the best they had, how they were at the service of the Molson corporation and I, bowing & scraping like coolies. to do - notes re: work tomorrow, "street sketches" of workers + area ("though less than luxurious, the inhabitants have constructed a neighbourhood brimming with rusticpeasant conviviality"?) Praying I will hear some news of Kozoski4 here! A story like that would make my fame, though God only knows if I will gain anything here except some exotic skin disease. Much to praise re: plant design efficiency (consult plans for clearer description when returning to office) & administration. Am glad to hold a pen after hacking at pig carcasses for a day. Foreman was informed re: my presence, did not hound me too hard as he did other workers - even so am exhausted working at half their pace. Even with a lighter workload I am exhausted. A thing I cannot find a kind description of is the smell - sweat & flesh piled on flesh & pigshit & steam from boiling lard still clinging to my face. Hungry too: so close to pound after pound of meat with nothing but thin soup for meals, not that I would want pork knowing how the meat practically steams in its own sweat and slime for hours "the socialistic voices of the press may argue for unionization and indolence, but the plant workers' actions demonstrate otherwise. Their industriousness is commendable - twice in one day I saw workers cut themselves butchering the slaughtered pigs, yet grit their teeth manfully and go on working. Would that more in this country had their grit and sufferance!" strange thing seen: one man (Nicolai?) lost a finger to an errant cut, but a wizened worker (long prophet's beard, vaguely like Whitman) grasped the finger and rejoined it to the stump, leaving not even a scar. Some parlor trick, that. two workers boys were crushed under a section of the factory's roof which caved in this morning. From gossip seems to be an event which has occurred before, pillars and supports widely known to be damaged - previous deaths not reported in the Courier as far as I know. Regrettably, not even factories as modern and well-regulated as the Molson plant are immune to accidents, "even in grief the workers have a rustic dignity working here I witnessed Jelena says their names were Tavas and Rytas. Brothers. The old man is called Antanas, some sort of shaman or unofficial leader - better English than all other workers, voice like a preacher. He was consoling Tavas and Rytas' mother when Tomas & I arrived to work. Word amongst workers as relayed by Tomas (the others do not speak in my presence) that we are to go to a meeting spot outside workers' shantytown tonight. Union meeting perhaps? must write down as proof it was all real we met in the old mans house, bigger than the rest with a spread of their countrys food laid out. Tomas and I arrived late (his wife tired) he was already speaking to the crowd. telling them not to grieve these deaths nor the other injuries their work had caused. A massed outcry in the congregation, which showed their injuries furiously - stumps of hands, skin peeling from disease, children who were half bone. God, the stench as they shouted & raved! the old man quieted them. "grief is no use, my friends. tears will not feed or clothe us. does your pain make you want death? I will show you how pain will save you." I thought he was a socialist & was busy thinking of the words which would best ridicule his claims when he drew the boys' mother from the crowd. she was sobbing, her dress filthy from working in the fertilizer plant. he produced a knife the long lightly curved sort used to cut swine open. "you were willing to bleed for Molson once. now you will bleed for all of us." & with a slash he cut her belly open top to bottom through the skirt and as the crowd surged forward and also back in horror he reached in & parted the flesh and out of the bleeding guts pulled forth a writhing piglet. the crowd quieted as the woman sobbed quietly still & he reached in and this time a fat sow, squealing and thrashing, trotters tangled in & kicking her intestines, was dragged out on the ground "Elzbieta, don't cry. You bled once for a rich man. Now bleed for us all, painlessly, and let your blood bring life." &with those words we all fell to and slaughtered the pigs as we had learned to do. the workmen are friendlier now having seen me at that meeting. I was invited to sit with them even tried their lunch of black bread and cheese and compared war-stories of the abuse the foreman had made us suffer. they used to look at me with suspicion and for a moment I rejoiced I was getting closer to these people. One even told me about how Kozoski and his anarchists were stockpiling dynamite in this shanty to play at being Czolgos5, clouting me round the head and laughing as if we had worked and shared jokes for decades but I know the blood&guts business which earned me this acceptance and the taste of raw pork is still slick on my tongue the old man must know I do not belong. My face too clean-cut and demeanour too inquisitive What will I taste like? two men who were friends of Tomas volunteered to be cut open this time saying it was better to die to feed their families than waste away (those workers being rheumatic from working in the chilling-rooms, shivering even when they stood by the old man's stove and declared their willingness). He charged them to bring a third victim, and this night we gathered to see them kneel besides two others - one the loathed foreman, the other (from what the gossip in the room was saying) his son both tied hand & foot they jeered I jeered with them and cursed the man and his son too and spat on the boy's face as we paraded him through the meeting room and they were all cut open & black-bristled hogs rose up out of their gashed open guts. We feasted on meat, and the four of them - still living, crying and praying as their guts dangled down to their knees - were dragged away by some of the man's acolytes. plans to do more. others offered themselves as sacrifices making plans to hunt down others - strangers & beggars not even the staff at the plant to be brought as part of the feast. the scream of the boy as a hog twice his size reared its head from his stomach and ripped the boy's flank apart with its tusks Something had gnawed up the P.'s chickens. screaming pigs & roaring machines by day, screaming men and women and children by night. the old man must know I am a spy We are all just meat These notes were deposited in a PO box used by Hayes, discovered following the investigation of the events surrounding the Molson factory. Addendum 7115.3: SCP-7115-1 Jawbone of an SCP-7115-1 instance. SCP-7115-1 designates a population of organisms observed in the meatpacking district in autumn and winter of 1908. Contemporary autopsies indicate that recovered corpses were humanoid, but exhibited haphazard and asymmetrical mutations rendering them superficially porcine in appearance. While SCP-7115-1 varied visually, all specimens possessed thickened epidermises covered in bristles, elongated faces terminating in boar-like snouts, and teeth elongated into multiple sets of tusks. Genetic testing of recovered skeletal material indicate that SCP-7115-1 share genetic material with baseline Homo sapiens, hybridized with traces of Sus domesticus6, Sus scrofa7, and Metridiochoerus8. SCP-7115-1 were reported roaming the meatpacking district (though sightings in other areas of Chicago were also recorded), usually operating nocturnally, in order to abduct civilians. While records from this period are fragmentary due to a distrust of law enforcement amongst the immigrant population and the dismissal of sightings as the result of superstition, it is believed that as many as 50 individuals may have been abducted in this phase of activity. Addendum 7115.4: Interview (28/07/1909) The Molson & Company factory following the roof collapse. On 15/12/1908, the Irregular Threats Unit of the Bureau of Investigation9 was notified of "a horde of pigs and pig-men" rampaging in Chicago's meatpacking district. Reports described hundreds of SCP-7115-1 instances assaulting civilians indiscriminately and bisecting their stomachs with knives or their hands. A combination of non-anomalous swine and SCP-7115-1 instances would then proceed to emerge from the stomachs of the victims. It is estimated that more than 200 individuals died in this phase of activity. Due to the lack of manpower and organization of the then-fledgling Bureau, attempts to liaise with the Chicago police force were haphazard. Ultimately, the impact of the Bureau and law enforcement on containing the anomaly was minimal, as all SCP-7115-1 entities and anomalously produced swine ceased life function in the morning of 17/12/1908, following the collapse of a section of the roof of the Molson & Company meatpacking plant. The clearest first-hand report of why this anomalous phenomenon ceased was provided by Jelena Petrulis, who was found unconscious and severely injured in the ruined Molson factory and taken into the Bureau's custody. Following a lengthy recovery, she was permitted to give her testimony in Lithuanian, which was recorded and translated. Her testimony is excerpted below. The company told us to give the boy, the journalist, a place in our house or they would make public the fact that we had informed on Jaczemir and Gintautas10. With that hanging over our heads we were hardly concerned with what Antanas was doing. The old man did odd jobs around the factory. He was not related to any of us, but we all called him Grandfather because he was gentle and knew remedies for all our ills - how to stretch our wages, or heal a sick child, or mourn the ones we lost. I didn't go to that first meeting - I had intended to mourn with them, Elzbieta being a good friend of mine, but that night I was sick with a fever. When Tomas and the boy came back with haunches of raw pork in a basket I thought I was dreaming. I tasted it, and it was the finest, fattiest meat I had eaten, certainly not the worm-ridden stuff Molson sold. My fever passed in days. We didn't have the luxury of asking too many questions: food was always short, and the ones who died died willingly. The men went to work with a new shine of health in their faces and the children did not go to bed hungry for the first time in years. Then we began hearing that the men were killing workers who had not chosen to go to their deaths, or strangers, or company staff. There was more meat than ever for all of us. And then the boy came to me, after the chickens had been mauled to death one night. He told me that he had hidden his notes away, in case something happened to him that night. "I will confront him," he said, in his stilted schoolbook Lithuanian. "I need to understand. Or to stop it, if that is possible." Then he apologized if he had caused us any harm or offence and said that he had only ever wanted to help the workers at the plant, so sincerely that I had no choice but to smile and thank him. There was a gauntness in his face even though he, like us, had grown fat on meat. He vanished that night. Tomas warned me, told me that what had happened to the boy would happen to me, but I did it. I hid my carving knife in my shawl and went to the old man's house. He was alone, wrapped in an old fur, cutting slices from a piece of cured pork-fat - my favourite treat when I was young, eaten on bread drizzled with a few drops of molasses. But when he offered me it my stomach turned and I sat down without speaking. "You are afraid, aren't you? Of my children, who have learned to walk on their hind legs and forage for their own meals now?" He ate, and went on talking. His accent had always been strange, sounding like it was from no place and every place. "I am sorry about your chickens. You must have been fond of them." "When the world was young, I preached to people of better lives. But the world disabused me of that notion. Do you know what this country has taught me? It is that all of you can be made to willingly line up to be chopped up into meat. Every belief is just a machine. People go in one end, and bodies comes out the other. Do you really think that the unions and the socialists and Koszewski's anarchist bombers will save you from being slaughtered for some cause or another? No - it is the highest and noblest lesson of this great nation that all of you will choose to die and suffer, to become nothing but cuts of American meat. And there is only one escape from this system." "And this is?" I asked him. I remember that the knife slipped from my shawl and clattered to the ground but I did not pick it up. "To be the one eating the meat." He motioned to his plate of cured pork-fat. "This pig - well, this was a well-bred one, from a good family. A little piglet who knew his letters. You knew him well. Won't you have a bite? I have some molasses to sweeten the taste." And - I cannot describe how it happened, as if a light suddenly shone against his face - I saw what he was. Something monstrously old. A weeping red symbol was carved on his forehead, and when he stretched his hands out, white staring eyes were set in his palms. I shrieked and ran. All he did was laugh, and snort and snuffle like a pig. May I please finish this interview later? I don't feel well. No, I can continue speaking. Just some water, please. You know about the pig-men, how they burst out of our shanty slaughtering every man and woman and child. I saw more die from the stampede and the crush than at the creatures' hands - though the ones who did die, cut open to birth more of those hideous things, I will pray for from now until the hour of my death. Tomas and I hid until the stampede of men and swine passed, and joined a handful of others, Francowicz and his friends, who claimed to know where Koszewski's stockpile of dynamite was. The old man was holed up in the factory, they said. We would go in, and…what the plan was, I cannot guess. Two of them, they…they were taken by those things before we got there. Women I had shared meals with, torn open with meat-hooks. All to get our hands on a pistol and three sticks of dynamite. But we took them and headed back towards the factory. This place was still where we had made our home, after all. And we had no intention of seeing those things slaughter us to a man. Those pig-creatures were ferocious, but slow-witted. Now that the crowd had escaped or been slaughtered, navigating around them was easier than it seemed - though we were almost given away when the sight of, of hanging bodies or trampled children or worse made us sick. [In English] No, I can go on. Just some more water and a cigarette. Thank you. Yes. You must have seen how the old man, or those creatures, had hung the factory walls with bodies. Each one cut open, birthing screaming pigs onto the ground, the building itself straining and shaking and panels from the roof clattering to the ground. The noise gave us cover until the handful of us found our way towards its center, where the old man had cleared a circle in the blood and filth. Before one of the pillars, where he had hung some idol, he was bowing and chanting. It was a word I do not know; I will try to say it. "Aeon! Aeon! Aeon!" The old man spotted my husband first. His expression was one of bafflement - I truly do not think he could understand why anyone would stand against him. But with a flick of his hand, faster than Tomas could pull a trigger - I looked away just in time, but in the corner of my eye I saw him tearing apart like old cloth. We scattered, and I grabbed the dynamite and matches. Francowicz drew the pistol, but a pig-creature took all six shots with its body and closed the distance with him and plunged a meat-hook - Where I found the strength, I do not know. But I lit a match and touched it to the dynamite and tossed it. It landed by the pillar, some distance from him, and he only laughed. "Nothing but meat," I remember him saying as he pointed his hand towards me. And then the dynamite exploded, and the pillar twisted at its base, and the roof tore and buckled, and I brought the entire fucking ceiling of the factory down on that creature's head. The Bureau of Investigation publicized a cover story that the SCP-7115 event was caused by mass hysteria amongst workers. Molson & Company was dissolved in 1909 following the SCP-7115 event; H.H. Molson died in a car accident the same year, an event heavily rumoured to have been a suicide. The Chicago Daily Courier, having lost its most prominent corporate backer as a result, likewise ceased operations in 1913. To obscure her involvement in the event, Jelena Petrulis was indicted for criminal damage of property, dying due to complications of pneumonia in prison in 1914. Due to the cessation of life functions in all SCP-7115-1 instances, SCP-7115-A is presumed neutralized. However, the fact that a non-anomalous human was able to survive the factory building's collapse suggests the possibility of the entity's continued survival. Footnotes 1. Most significantly the Meat Inspection Act and the Pure Food and Drug Act. 2. Respectively employed at the Molson soap-making factory and in the meatpacking plant. 3. Referring to the Petrulis couple. 4. Presumably a misspelt reference to Josef Koszewski, an anarchist operating in the Chicago area wanted for his involvement in two attempted bombings of politicians. 5. A misspelled reference to Leon Czolgosz, the anarchist who assassinated President William McKinley in 1901. 6. The domestic pig. 7. The wild boar 8. The giant warthog. 9. A unit of what would later be renamed the Federal Bureau of Investigation dedicated to monitoring anomalous threats, which was folded into the Unusual Incidents Unit following the formation of the latter. 10. 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SCP-7116 | euclid | Item#: 7116 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7116 is to be contained in a wooden box. The box is made up of several 27.5 cm x 27.5 cm x 3 cm English Oak panels, one of the panels featuring a cabinet door. Each of these wooden panels is lined with a thick panel of soundproofing foam. Due to SCP-7116-A's immobile nature, the entrance to SCP-7116-A is to be guarded by no less than two Security Personnel at a time, rotating in shifts of 2 hours each. Area-7116 has been constructed in order to house security and close response research. All on-site security and research personnel are to be informed of SCP-7116's effect, and constant reminders to ignore the voices coming from inside SCP-7116-A are to be given during each security rotation. Requests for expeditions into SCP-7116-A is still currently pending. Security personnel is to be aware of potential SCP-7116-B instances attempting to exit the mine. Security is to subdue the SCP-7116-B instance and bring it into a temporary containment cell inside Area-7116 for examination. Note by Doctor K. Parker Though not enforced, for the comfort of all personnel at Area-7116, it is greatly recommended to not have your radio set to FM 182.3. Thank you for your cooperation. - Doctor K. Parker. Description: SCP-7116 resembles a Sangean WR-2 Table FM Radio. Differing from the original design of a Sangean WR-2, SCP-7116’s input/output and charging port lack functionality. The object has shown no need for power to operate, and its frequency seems to be near infinite in range, being able to transmit a signal between Site-333 and Area-7116, approximately 8756.44km away. The digital screen that displays the radio frequency on SCP-7116 will always display the radio channel “FM 182.3”. On repeat, a message will play at, on average, 62 decibels. The message is an SOS message voiced by the most recent person to have perished inside SCP-7116-A, the voice usually portrays fear and a sense of urgency. After a few hours of exposure to SCP-7116's message, the script will begin to change, with multiple reports claiming the voice on the other end speaking about more personal events relating to the affected's history. This is not present in any other objects except for SCP-7116 SCP-7116-A Entrance SCP-7116-A is a mineshaft located on the eastern side of Mt. ████, Siberia. The entrance to SCP-7116-A shows signs of heavy erosion, it seems to be degrading despite the lack of water. The entrance leads into a tunnel with a steady decline at an angle of 28°. The tunnels of SCP-7116-A lack any sources of illumination, an external source of light is required for explorations into SCP-7116-A. After approximately 1.2km, the decline returns to a flat 0°. The tunnel forward contains several railroads and empty mine carts and other mining tools, implying miners from the 1840s once operated inside. Though the complete layout of SCP-7116-A has not been fully explored, it is noted that several intersections and branches into other tunnels exist, some with writing alluding to the subject inside being stalked and hunted by an unknown entity. According to the video log of Private Andrew Morrison, several tunnels possessed non-euclidian geometry, others lead into large open rooms containing residential buildings closely resembling that of childhood homes specific to the task force operatives who were present. Other rooms contained large skyscraper buildings buried in the ground, about 5 meters in between the building and tunnel, is a large drop, the current length of the drop is unknown. SCP-7116-B instances are sapient and highly intelligent, bipedal creatures residing inside the tunnels of SCP-7116-A. As their preferred choice of food, SCP-7116-B instances are extremely hostile to humans. Evidence in Morrison’s video log suggests SCP-7116-B instances actively attempt to discomfort and frighten their prey, through stalking. They are also theorized to have been the ones responsible for the writing on the walls. Their preferred method of hunting is to wait for their prey to panic and split off from their group, then pounce from its hiding spot in the darkness. What SCP-7116-B looks like is currently unknown as Morrison himself never saw more than just the entity’s legs as it chased him. Though according to Brooks, SCP-7116-B is humanoid, thin, and pale, however, this is not confirmed. Addendum-7116 On March 7th 20██, the Foundation communications team around 4.2km from Mt. ████ intercepted a transmission on Frequency Modulation 182.3. The transmission was a looping SOS message requesting help at the following [REDACTED] coordinates. The voice was that of Doctor ███, who six months prior to the transmission, had disappeared during a hike in the same mountain region. Mobile Task Force Unit Eta-11 “Savage Beasts” sent a squad of task force operatives to investigate the site. PVT. Morrison was the only member to survive the expedition, the surviving video log can be accessed in the document below with those of at least Level 2 clearance. Included is the list of members involved in the initial recovery of SCP-7116. + ACCESS VIDEO LOG 3/7/█ - GRANTED VIDEO LOG 3/7/█ Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: March 7th 20█ Exploration Team: MTF Eta-11 “Savage Beasts” Charlie-3 Subject: SCP-7116-A Team Members: -Doctor K. Parker Age: Unknown. Doctor Parker was assigned as the overseer for the exploration. He was based outside SCP-7116-A in a temporary communications tent. - Sergeant James “Sarge” Mcfoe Age: 36 SGT. Mcfoe was assigned as the squad leader of Charlie-3, heading the operation. - Corporal Danielle “Echo” Williams Age: 31 CPL. Williams was assigned to assist with the operation due to her exceptional hearing and spacial awareness. - Corporal Stacy “Ten” Brooks Age: 30 CPL. Brooks was assigned to assist operation due to her precise accuracy with a rifle. - Private Andrew “Rookie” Morrison Age: 21 PVT. Morrison was assigned to assist the operation on his first field mission. He was chosen for his great memory capacity and quick thinking. [BEGIN LOG] Shortly after obtaining SCP-7116, a small base of operations was established. Before the expedition into SCP-7116-A, all members of Charlie-3 were equipped with standard-issue M4 rifles set to semi-auto, a flashlight attachment equipped onto each rifle. The squad had a mounted camera on each shoulder, due to the nature of the mineshaft no live footage was projected to Dr. Parker, however, radio signals remained clear throughout the entirety of the expedition. Radio communication was the only way Charlie-3 stayed in contact with Doctor Parker. 07:13 | 3/7/█ Footage begins with PVT. Morrison adjusting the straps on his vest. Doctor K. Parker can be heard on the radio. Dr. Parker “Are communications working?” SGT. Mcfoe “Loud and clear Doc.” Dr. Parker “Check equipment is functional.” Mcfoe looks toward Morrison, he gives Morrison a gentle nod as he proceeds to check his flashlight and rifle. Morrison quickly looks down and checks his equipment, they appear to be functioning. PVT. Morrison “Equipment functional sir!” CPL. Williams “No need to be so stiff Rookie, this is your first operation, enjoy it.” CPL. Brooks nods in agreement. SGT. Mcfoe tosses a make-shift strap to Morrison. SGT. Mcfoe “Since you’ve been so eager for an operation, why don’t you strap that anomalous radio to your belt and take care of it?” PVT. Morrison “Of course sir! I won’t let you down!” Morrison fumbles with the strap before finally attaching it to his vest and firmly strapping in SCP-7116. He then salutes. SGT. Mcfoe “That’s the spirit, Rookie!” Mcfoe pats Morrison on his back as he activates his comms to Dr. Parker. SGT. Mcfoe “Equipment is all up and running Doc, we’re heading in now” Dr. Parker “Understood, proceed with caution, update me if you notice anything out of the ordinary.” 08:20 | 3/7/█ SGT. Mcfoe holds up his hand as they reach a diverting path in the tunnels. SGT. Mcfoe "SGT Mcfoe to Parker, come in." Dr. Parker "Loud and clear, give me an update." SGT. Mcfoe "It's really dark down here, our flashlights are doing magic though. We've reached a split path, what's the plan?" Dr. Parker "Split into groups of two, keep me updated on anything you find." SGT. Mcfoe "Copy that, Mcfoe out." Mcfoe turns around and points to Morrison. SGT. Mcfoe "Rookie, you're with me we'll investigate the left. Echo, Ten, you two go right and keep me updated." CPL. Williams "Understood Sarge." Williams is seen motioning to Brooks as Morrison turns to face Mcfoe, Mcfoe takes the lead and cautiously walks into the left tunnel. Morrison follows closely behind. SCP-7116 continues to play its SOS message. PVT. Morrison "Hey Sarge, do you think we're gonna find anything cool down here?" SGT. Mcfoe "We can only hope Rookie, otherwise it makes all this effort a complete waste." PVT. Morrison "I wouldn't say it's waste, an adventure is still an adventure yeah, Sarge?" Mcfoe pauses. Morrison leans over to see the reason for the sudden halt. SGT. Mcfoe "SGT. Mcfoe to Parker. How copy?" Dr. Parker "Good signal, send traffic." SGT. Mcfoe "I got some writing on the wall of this mineshaft." Dr. Parker "What does it say?" SGT. Mcfoe "It's hard to make out, it seems really old." Morrison steps up to the wall to inspect it, the large words written in feces stains across it. PVT. Morrison "Fear that which watches…" Morrison turns to Mcfoe, Mcfoe shoots Morrison a look of confusion. SGT. Mcfoe "You got that Doc?" Dr. Parker "Yeah I got it. Keep looking around, maybe you can find more to this place." SGT. Mcfoe "Copy that. Mcfoe out" Mcfoe taps Morrison on the shoulder and motions for him to continue following. Morrison looks back at the writing on the wall and then follows Mcfoe. As they continue forward, the pair come across two open tunnels on the left and right of the main hallway they are walking down. Mcfoe motions for Morrison to investigate the right. Morrison holds his rifle at the ready. He approaches the large open room on the other side of the tunnel. In front of him is an urban homestead, seemingly abandoned and unkempt for years. Morrison shudders upon seeing the building. SGT. Mcfoe "Rookie, how copy?" Morrison stares at the building, seemingly in shock. SGT. Mcfoe "Respond Morrison, how copy?" PVT. Morrison "Sorry Sarge, I'm here" SGT. Mcfoe "What did ya find in there Rookie?" PVT. Morrison "It's… My childhood home sir, I'd recognize that house anywhere." SGT. Mcfoe "You sure Rookie?" PVT. Morrison "I can't make it up Sarge, should I investigate?" SGT. Mcfoe "Hold on, I'll make my way back to you." Mcfoe's footsteps are heard growing louder as he approaches. SCP-7116's broadcast is suddenly interrupted by white noise. Morrison looks down at SCP-7116 and pulls the object out from its straps. Mcfoe appears shortly after. SGT. Mcfoe "What's up with the object Rookie?" PVT. Morrison "I'm not sure, it just stopped working." SGT. Mcfoe "Doc, you getting this?" Dr. Parker "Loud and clear, stay where you are, let me know if the anomaly's state changes" Mcfoe gently takes SCP-7116 from Morrison, he plays around with the various switches and dials to no avail. Morrison watches on. in the corner of the video movement is shown. Morrison turns to where he thought the motion was, he finds himself staring at the rocky corner of the open room. Morrison displays partial confusion before SCP-7116 roars back to life, he turns to face Mcfoe. SGT. Mcfoe "It's working again Doc." Dr. Parker "Continue to monitor it, are there any changes?" Mcfoe puts the speaker of SCP-7116 up to his ear, the radio can be heard through Morrison's camera. The voice of Corporal Williams can be heard through the radio CPL. Williams "Hey, can anyone hear me? I'm trapped underground in a mineshaft at Mt. ████ in Siberia, please send help!" PVT. Morrison "Is that Echo?" Mcfoe's expression drops as he listens to his corporal repeat the same script Dr. █████ had been repeating previously. He hands SCP-7116 back to Morrison and pulls up his radio and speaks with panic in his voice. SGT. Mcfoe "Echo, Ten! How copy?" There is no response. SGT. Mcfoe "Echo, Ten! Come in!" Silence. Mcfoe seems distressed now. SGT. Mcfoe "Corporal Williams, Brooks, do you copy?!" Mcfoe's radio clicks as Brooks responds. Brooks sounds like she has been running, panting heavily, and speaking in a hushed whisper. CPL. Brooks "This is Corporal Brooks, they got Williams…" Mcfoe and Morrison exchange looks of concern. SGT. Mcfoe "Who got Williams? Brook?" There's silence on the other end before Brooks replies again. CPL. Brooks "I don't know, we had just found Dr. █████'s body, then from nowhere these pale skinny bi-pedals start charging at us. William's stayed back to hold them off, I went to find you." PVT. Morrison "So what happened to her?" CPL. Brooks "There were just too many of them, they completely infest this place. Williams was overwhelmed… [Brooks takes a deep breath.] I'm currently hiding, I can hear them though… I can see one too… Oh god, it's looking straight at me…" SGT. Mcfoe "Brooks? Brooks, what's going on?" CPL. Brooks "Oh god there are more of them, they're everywhere…" SGT. Mcfoe "Brooks, run for it!" Gunshots can be heard through the radio before abruptly cutting off. Mcfoe and Morrison stare at each other in horror, their focus turns to SCP-7116 as the white noise returns, shortly after the voice of Corporal Brooks speaks through SCP-7116. CPL. Brooks "Hey, can anyone hear me? I'm trapped underground in a mineshaft at Mt. ████ in Siberia, please send help!" PVT. Morrison "Oh no…" Mcfoe regains his composure as he begins heading to the main tunnel once more. SGT. Mcfoe "We're leaving right now Private." PVT. Morrison "What? We have to go find Brooks and Williams!" CPL. Brooks "Hey, can anyone hear me? I'm trapped underground in a mineshaft at Mt. ████ in Siberia, please send help!" SGT. Mcfoe "I don't have time to argue with you Morrison, we need to get out now!." PVT. Morrison "I can't just leave my teammates." CPL. Brooks "Hey, can you hear me, Morrison? I'm trapped underground in a mineshaft at Mt. ████ in Siberia, please send help!" Dr. Parker "Private Morrison, you are facing entities we currently have no information about, vacate the mineshaft now, that is an order!" SGT. Mcfoe "Rookie, we need to go now!" What sounds like a stampede approaching the pair grows in the distance. Morrison looks down the tunnel to where the noise is coming from, he can't see anything. Suddenly Morrison falls to the ground. Laughter fills the tunnel as an instance of SCP-7116-B attempts to rip apart Morrison. The camera only captures its legs, skinny and gaunt. The radio continues to play its message as Morrison struggles against the SCP-7116-B instance CPL. Brooks "You aren't going to abandon us are you Rookie? You said you were going to be a team player!" The SCP-7116-B instance giggles, sounding like a creature attempting to imitate human laughter. A large force impacts the SCP-7116-B instance. Mcfoe grabs Morrison and brings him to his feet, pushing him toward the exit. PVT. Morrison "Sarge..?" SGT. Mcfoe "You're the one with the anomaly, that's all that matters, so get the fuck out of here now! PVT. Morrison "But-" SGT. Mcfoe "That is an order Private! Follow your duties!" Mcfoe pulls the pin on a frag grenade. He begins charging toward the stunned SCP-7116-B instance. Morrison clutches on SCP-7116 as he sprints toward the exit of SCP-7116-A. A few seconds later a loud explosion fills the tunnels behind him. The radio emits white noise before switching voices once more. SGT. Mcfoe "What are you doing? Turn around and come help me out!" Morrison tosses his rifle to the side and wraps his arms around SCP-7116 tightly, muffling the voice of Mcfoe. SGT. Mcfoe "Why-… Leave-… Please-.." Morrison sobs quietly as he continues to run. He passes through the original diverging path, and through the other tunnel, Morrison sees the legs of an SCP-7116-B instance. He continues to run as the instance chases after him. After a few minutes of running the SCP-7116-B instance seems to give up. In front of him is the light of the entrance to SCP-7116-A. He leaps out of SCP-7116-A and rolls down the slope. Dr. Parker is seen approaching an unconscious Private Morrison. [END LOG] + ACCESS INTERVIEW LOG 3/7/█ - GRANTED INTERVIEW LOG 3/7/█ Interviewed: Private Andrew Morrison Interviewer: Doctor K███ Parker Foreword: Following the initial recovery of SCP-7116, Private Morrison was interviewed a few hours after regaining consciousness. <Begin Log> Dr. Parker: "So what happened?" PVT. Morrison: "It was unnerving at first, those things knew what struck a core within me." Dr. Parker: "By them, I'm assuming you're referring to the creatures that attacked you inside the mineshaft?" Private Morrison nods meekly. PVT. Morrison: "They were able to perfectly construct my childhood home, everything inside there felt off. Like what would a house be doing inside an abandoned mineshaft?" Dr. Parker: "I understand your confusion, I can guarantee you we will be forwarding resources into future expeditions-" Morrison slams the table. PVT. Morrison: "No! Please no!" Dr. Parker: "It is a necessity in understanding how the anomaly works." PVT. Morrison: "There are some places we are never meant to go. Those things down there, they're sadistic, they were playing with us the entire time! They know what they're doing and they're enjoying every bit of it! Please do not go back down there!" Dr. Parker: "Morrison, you know as well as I do that we must fully investigate the anomaly. We have lost four very valuable personnel already, to prevent anyone else from falling victim to this anomaly, we must research it." Morrison slumps in his seat in disappointment. Dr. Parker: "I will put in a follow-up request for any unit you are assigned to not to participate in any operations involving this anomaly." PVT. Morrison: "I suppose I can accept that." Dr. Parker: "I really am sorry about your squad members, they were good people." <End Log> Closing Statement: Private Morrison was offered Class-A amnestics to help cope with the events of the operation. He declined. |
SCP-7117 | archon | Item#: 7117 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Not enough is known about SCP-7117 to devise proper containment procedures. Primary containment efforts are to encompass gathering information about the anomaly to determine: its nature, whether containment efforts are possible, whether containment efforts are practical, whether containment efforts are desired. Description: SCP-7117 is a hypothesized stochakinetic1 effect impacting the development of human civilizations. Its most prominent feature is the oscillation of the primary stellar object inhabited by those affected — alternating between Earth and Mars over periods of roughly 100'000 years. This planetary migration is accompanied by the collapse of human society and the deterioration of its technological capabilities to those of the pre-Neolithic period. Said deterioration typically takes place immediately after the migration concludes, although it must be noted that advanced inner-system vessels are used in the endeavour. This is followed by the loss of historical evidence pointing toward the existence of the society which perpetrated it, creating an illusion that humans have naturally evolved on the target planet. The secondary effect of SCP-7117 is its impact on spacefaring efforts tasked with moving human subjects beyond the Sol system. Such efforts inevitably fail due to the aforementioned stochakinetic effect through equipment malfunctions and health complications. All precautionary methods developed when accounting for the properties of SCP-7117 do not nullify its effect. PHOBOS Program (1949-2008) "Human Survivability Hypothesis" - a seminar by Dr. Sylvain. Performed ██/03/1999. Archeological Site MAR-A12-H90. Timendi causa est nescire PHOBOS was the first Foundation-sponsored spacefaring program since the Lunar Containment Initiative of 1902. The aim of PHOBOS was the establishment of outer-system research outposts to serve as listening stations as well as a potential impetus for containment efforts outside of the Sol system. Unofficially, the PHOBOS program was used to expand the Foundation's evacuation capabilities in the event of an XK-Class End of the World scenario that would have rendered the Sol system uninhabitable. In such an event, selected 500-800 human subjects were to be transferred to the established colonies in order to repopulate. Drafts for the future terraformation of selected planets as well as post-XK scenario Earth were considered but ultimately deemed infeasible. The program was put on hold after the effect of SCP-7117 was verified in 2008. PHOBOS Program Mission Log Mission ID Vessel Date Purpose Results PHOBOS-I Utu2 ██/01/1954 The delivery of PHOBOS-I to its predetermined location through the use of unmanned long-range space drones. PHOBOS-I was successfully delivered. The vessel is ready for housing human subjects. PHOBOS-II Inanna3 ██/12/1967 The transportation of 12 subjects to permanently inhabit PHOBOS-I. CO₂ removal systems began failing as the vessel approached the Oort cloud. Despite repair attempts, the crew perished from asphyxiation. PHOBOS-III Enlil4 ██/09/1972 The conduction of a manual checkup on PHOBOS-I and recovery of PHOBOS-II for analysis. Cpt. Sarr suffered a cerebral haemorrhage a few seconds after PHOBOS-III entered the Oort cloud. It should be noted that mandatory health checks were performed before the mission and Cpt. Sarr was not found to be susceptible to the condition. PHOBOS-IV Nabu5 ██/04/1990 The delivery of a cryopreserved research crew to the Alpha Centauri system. Communication with the crew of PHOBOS-IV was cut as the vessel entered the Oort cloud. The communication was eventually re-established, but the vessel sustained damage from an unknown source and its systems — including the autopilot — were beyond repair. Although unconfirmed, it is highly probable that the crew perished from several viable causes, ranging from sudden pod depressurization to muscle dystrophy. PHOBOS-V Vera6 ██/09/2003 Determining the existence of an anomalous phenomenon disturbing the progress of the PHOBOS program. All biological functions of D-3012 ceased after the subject entered the Oort cloud. The vessel's vital scanners confirmed that a spontaneous reaction between the side-chain of haemoglobin, carbon dioxide, urea, and sanguinium7 in presence of a magnesium catalyst took place in the aorta of D-3012. The product was an anomalous compound capable of terminating the subject in an absence of a viable biochemical pathway. For a long time, we've known that our species has a long history. Even in our early days, we've dismissed the idea that humans had only been around for 100,000 years. Similarly, we have abandoned the notion that the concept of a society is even younger. But whenever such a possibility is considered, we encounter the same problem. How did we survive? Every day, it appears that something is threatening our existence, poking holes into that which we understand to be "the Baseline." We're doing a good job of filling those holes, but the Foundation as we know it today has only been around since the early 1800s. And of course, there are the stories of ancient masters of sorcery protecting their tribes, but that couldn't have been enough. As much as we like to idolize the old style of thaumaturgy, it cannot even begin to compare to our modern standards. Our invocations have been perfected through voice synthesis and our runes are carved with lasers guided by precise computers. But with all that strength, we still struggle. I'll ask again. How did we make it? Was it chance? Some blessed roll of the dice that always favoured us? The simple answer is that we didn't. I would like to draw your attention to the image on the screen. These are the ruins discovered beneath the surface of Mars. They date back about 100,000 years, but I see that some of you are already familiar with them. Arches, pillars, temples, channels, and tools — all intended for human use. This is just the beginning. We discovered computers, fuel silos, and even a simple nuclear reactor. But it's not just one fabled lost civilization. We uncovered layers upon layers of evidence pointing to the existence of several dead societies on the surface of Mars. Older samples dating back more than 300,000 years had different writing and counting systems than the more recent ones. Nonetheless, they all remain human-centric. When we compare this to the relicts found on earth, we can consider our world to exist on a 100,000-year cycle. We rise. We fall. We move to Mars. We rise. We fall. We move to Earth. We rise. We fall. We move back to Mars. At this point, it is difficult to confirm whether Earth is even our homeworld. Then there's the fact that the planet always seems to be tailor-made for us. If it had been a simple case of terraforming — if that is still an appropriate term — we would have seen some evidence of it. We would have come across some ancient machine or its remnants. But we never did. This does not even begin to address the loss of history that occurs between cycles. It took a 152-year effort to piece together the shards left by those who came before us. Or perhaps, the shards they forgot to destroy. Should the cycle be broken? I don’t know. I don’t know if something bad will happen. I don’t know if whatever force is behind all this is protecting us from an unknown threat — I just don’t know. “Timendi causa est nescire” — ignorance is the cause of fear. And I am afraid. Abstract: The following is a translation of a memoir written by an unidentified member of the i-18 civilization discovered at Archaeological Site MAR-A12-H90. It should be noted that the translation is incomplete and that the majority of the actual wording and sentence structure are based on interpretations. I am afraid that our world will be quiet forevermore. The [Regents]9 of the [Southern] hemisphere and the [Northern] hemisphere10 gathered. The land no longer provides us with food. The skies have turned [dark].11 The seas become red, searing the flesh of our [kyanites].12 The [lit. ice mountains] extend further and further, encroaching on our land. But there is [hope/possibility]. The Regents, in their infinite wisdom, have [lit. conditioned] our progress. 55 mighty [vessels]13 are to be prepared. They will bring us to the [green one].14 If I am lucky enough to be given the honour of being chosen for the [exodus]. People are fearful. We’ve tried crossing beyond the [golden star]15 but always failed. People try to blame the Regents. What a horrible thing! But I am also [filled with yellow].16 We will be forced to abandon our iron [cities/countries].17 We will be forced to say goodbye to the white skies of our world. But we will survive. [Complete ending.]18 [+] Log ι-000-001 [-] Hide Log Foreword: The spacefaring division of the R&D Department believed that the effects of SCP-7117 could be negated by shifting through a ⊆-class pocket reality.19 The following is a series of logs produced by Agent König during his time beyond the Oort cloud. All text, audio, and video files are currently under review before being forwarded to the Overseer Council. PHOBOS PROGRAM MISSION LOG Mission ID Vessel Date Purpose Results PHOBOS-VI Hammurabi20 ██/01/2012 Traveling beyond the effects of SCP-7117. See below. VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] 00:00: The automatic monitoring system of PHOBOS-VI is turned on. The vessel manoeuvres its way around planetesimals comprised primarily of solid water and methane. Scattered throughout are the hulks of various space shuttles, the majority of which are yet to be identified. PHOBOS-II is found amongst the debris. 00:14: A sound is heard as the debris impacts the starboard section of the vessel. The damage is superficial. 00:32: The ship's Malkuth drive is engaged. Multipotent-level entity21 is successfully conjured, taking the form of a white flame with 13 avian wings. It wraps itself around the vessel. As per the Covenant,22 the monitoring system is turned off. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] 00:00: The navigation system confirms that the vessel has currently passed through the Oort cloud. Agent König examines both himself and PHOBOS-VI. No complications are detected. 00:04: The monitoring system of PHOBOS-VI is manually turned on. A ring-shaped structure can be seen in front of the vessel, measuring roughly 1,500 km in diameter. The structure is mostly made of white ceramic-like material. Unidentified purple writing is found on its circumference. The ring begins to rotate as it approaches PHOBOS-VI. 00:06: There is an attempt at communication. The structure responds by sending a radio signal in the 26.8 to 27.2 MHz range. Cross-referencing the signal with the ship's onboard archives fails. 00:15: Needle-like structures protrude from the ring, piercing the hull of PHOBOS-VI in several places. The monitoring system is disabled. [END LOG] AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] I have been trying to record this message three times now. I am not entirely sure where I am. It is dark in here — pitch black. Something happened. I am in a (pause) well, it is a room of sorts. No doors. No windows. There is a humming sound, the kind you would get from an overloaded wire. Speaking of wires, circuit patterns are imprinted on the walls here. They're glowing. But very faintly. At least I think they are glowing, could just be my eyes. I took my Euler's,23 so I am certain that I am still alive and not just imagining being alive. Still got a few left. I am lucid. (pause) Sorry, the Euler's are still doing their thing. I will stop recording for now. [END LOG] JOURNAL LOG The walls of the chamber moved, flooding it with filthy white light. Getting up, I walked towards the exit. And when my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, I saw it. At the frame of the newly constructed entrance, there stood a silhouette. It wore a deep-blue ankle-length overcoat adorned with copper accents. On its face was a featureless mask comprised of the same metal. It motioned with its walking staff for me to leave the room. I immediately noticed how tense the creature was around me. Although its face was covered, the figure's body language plainly indicated defensiveness. It appeared to be ready for me to leap at its neck. Wherever this apprehension came from, I could not tell. Nonetheless, I continued following it. As we walked, it finally decided to speak, introducing itself as an "Ambassador." I would have asked it something — anything — if I weren't still in a daze. All I could muster out was a meagre "is that your true name?" after which it politely explained to me that it did not wish to strain my throat with its birth name. The Ambassador stopped in front of a wall, and after tapping it with his walking stick thrice, it opened. It told me to sit and wait — that it would talk to me at a later date. I'm currently in a more "luxurious" room. It is mostly empty, save for a bed constructed in the style most comparable to Art Nouveau. The bed is extremely comfortable, floating about half a meter above the ground. But my lodging is not important. What is important is the fact that the thing seems eager to entertain my curiosity, so getting an interview with it should be easy. INTERVIEW LOG [BEGIN LOG] The Ambassador: You are a human. Agent König: I am. And you are? The Ambassador: This is unfortunate. Agent König: And you are? The Ambassador: Just a messenger Agent König: A messenger? Are you (pause) are you an angel? The Ambassador: No. I am a messenger. For the true state. For Empire of Man. Agent König: Thank god. (pause) Wait, so you are a human? The Ambassador: I am. Agent König: You are, huh? Is that right? (pause) There are others out there? The Ambassador: Billions. Agent König: Billions. (pause) Why haven't you contacted us? The Ambassador: There was no need to do so. But you have forced our hand. And so, we will speak. Agent König: Why? The Ambassador: Because I know that whoever you answer to favours the greater good. And so, you will stop. And I will make sure that you do. Please, send this message to whoever oversees your overseers. Agent König: I don't think I understand. The Ambassador: Would you like to see it for yourself? Agent König: Yes. Yes, I would. [END LOG] JOURNAL LOG The Ambassador permitted me to visit one of the cities of his empire. Perhaps "visit" isn't a proper term, since I was shipbound throughout. It was a shame, to say the least. Our vessel looked over a planet, the name of which I had estimated from his strange phonetics to be "Dokoth." The people waved at us from the large crystalline city — a red blister in the planet’s white desert. By its side, several channels of blue water pierced the monotony of the sand. They stretched in every direction yet ultimately led nowhere. People wandering the streets wore multicoloured overcoats decorated with geometric patterns, with a few choosing to sport a mask similar to that of the Ambassador. When I saw those who were unmasked, I knew I was among humans. Many things in this world attempt to imitate us. Some use our faces as camouflage to hunt. Others simply want to be part of our communities. I've trained my brain to be pretty good at telling the difference between the humans and the pretenders, going beyond the instinctive feeling of the uncanny valley. Those were humans. I'd wager my career on it. I just stood there for a moment, watching. I watched children play by the side of a small fountain. They threw jade rocks into its water. Whatever the reason behind it was, whether it had anything to do with some ancient tradition or simply a common delight of watching the water splash, I could not tell. I watched merry men slowly floating down the planet's many channels, drinking purple liquid from thin vials. Even the seemingly stoic oarsman joined in their banter. I watched a group of young men racing through the desert while riding atop slender horse-like creatures, grabbing tightly onto their red skin as they threw sand and dust in the air. And when one of the jockeys fell, it did very little to deter him. He simply laughed and climbed back atop the eyeless crimson steed. I wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, I witnessed an incredible human achievement. But then again, those were not my people. INTERVIEW LOG [BEGIN LOG] Agent König: I will ask you again. Why haven't you contacted us? The Ambassador: Interacting with you is not something we wanted. There is a reason that we have constrained you to the Sol system. Agent König: But we are both humans. Why am I the only one in here looking out for our species? The Ambassador: What do you want us to do? Gift your people our creations just because they exist? Agent König: No — of course not. We could also help you. The Foundation has achieved a lot. I am not sure when was the last time you surveyed our planet, but we are no longer a group of witch hunters. We don't capture or kill the anomalous for gold. We have evolved beyond that, finding a new purpose. The Ambassador: We are aware. My people do not doubt your strength. They also don't doubt your morals. The issue comes with your existence. Agent König: So why reject us? You have this "Empire of Man," but you exclude our homeworld? The Ambassador: Our homeworld? Earth? Earth is not our homeworld. It is simply a planet we have selected for you. It was mostly for convenience. Agent König: This doesn't justify just (pause) just leaving us there. The Ambassador: It is necessary, I am afraid. Agent König: Why? Why is this necessary? Why is any of this necessary? The Ambassador: Our first achievement as a species — the first achievement that was worth recording — was the construction of a great machine in the heart of the universe. We gifted it with the ability to alter probability. It was the only way that we could ensure a society based on merit. But there were those who affected the odds. Those who could not be managed. Those who ripped the rationality out of its existence. People like you. And so, we detained them in accordance with the machine's instructions. Do you know why people die? Agent König: (pause) What? The Ambassador: Do you know why people die? Agent König: Well, I suppose their bodies stop working. That is, if we are talking about organic death- The Ambassador: (interrupts) Bad fortune. Death is an equilibrium, not just a binary transition from being "alive" to "not alive." The machine keeps the equilibrium in our favour. You would cause it to fail, killing billions. Agent König: Is "killing" really a proper term? Are you that detached from our roots that the idea of dying of natural causes disturbs you? The Ambassador: I am not ashamed. Death is a horrible thing. (chuckles) Oh, it has been a while. I never considered it before, but I am quite sure I'm the only person in the empire who still knows that word. Agent König: But there must be other ways of dying in your society. (looks down at his holster) What if I were to point a gun at your head? The Ambassador: It wouldn't fire. Agent König: What if I made sure that it would? The Ambassador: It wouldn't. [END LOG] JOURNAL LOG For all of our achievements, stochakinetics are a foreign science to us. We've tried to measure, quantify, or even define "luck" as something which can be placed on a number line like Humes. But maybe we were never meant to master it. Maybe our existence makes it inherently impossible to do so. The Ambassador seems to agree. After all, we are "those who affect the odds." Although in my opinion, a more proper term would be "those who create the odds." There is no luck without us. There is only peace. INTERVIEW LOG [BEGIN LOG] Agent König: You seem to be at least aware of our existence, but how much do you actually know about the SCP Foundation? The Ambassador: Your group. Yes. You are one of the strongest organisations when it comes to the occult. If you apply yourself, you could break the Filter permanently. Agent König: You don't sound concerned. The Ambassador: A dog could also break its fence, but why would it? All that it needs is surrounded by the fence, and it protects it from the outside. (pause) I hope that metaphor wasn't offensive. Agent König: What exactly makes us stronger than any other? Maybe I am being too optimistic about the future, but my world is early into its development. At least, that's what I'd like to believe. The Ambassador: It is not what you have achieved, per se. It is your attitude. In every single other cycle, the men either worshipped or feared the occult. (points at Agent König) You were the first to cage it. The first to study it. The first to use it. The first to master it. It is for this reason that, even at such an early age, you threatened us with your existence. [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG [BEGIN LOG] Agent König: What is your opinion on the cycles? The Ambassador: I fully endorse the system. Agent König: Some would call it cruel. The Ambassador: Some would call you cruel. (exhales) What you need to understand is that any human civilization will always grow up with the desire to explore — explore their continents, explore their oceans, explore their skies, and then explore their stars. And so, we make sure that they implode in on themselves before they can discover the Filter and attempt to cross it. Agent König: Where does this desire come from? The Ambassador: It doesn't come from anywhere. It is simply an integral aspect of our species. Agent König: Like the desire to create? The Ambassador: Yes, like the desire to create. Create tools. Create shelters. Create weapons. We explore and then share tales about what we saw. But there is always a need for more. Better tools. Bigger shelters. Stronger weapons. And once mapped, even an entire planet appears small. You must understand this as a spaceman. Agent König: I do. I really do. But does that justify it? The Ambassador: There is nothing to justify. I do not understand why you have an issue with it. It is a cycle. So what? Our body's production of energy is also a cycle. What makes the concept of a cycle so bad in your eyes? Unique civilizations will rise and unique civilizations will fall. No system, belief, or idea will overstay its welcome. Truth be told, I almost envy you. Agent König: Why is that? The Ambassador: Where I come from, everything is the same. It has always been the same. The men who oversee all that is worth doing never change, and neither does their will. Agent König: What is your government like? I am assuming that it is a form of oligarchy, correct? The Ambassador: That word has a negative connotation in your land, does it not? Well, I believe you should be thankful to our leaders. Your existence caused the first and only schism within our society since the machine was created. But you persist. They allowed you to persist. Agent König: There was a struggle over it? The Ambassador: Yes. Many opposed your existence. Many still do. [END LOG] JOURNAL LOG The Ambassador made it clear that their world is not without conflict. They still haven't cured every disease, fed every man, or solved every moral quandary. Suffering and immortality, after all, are not mutually exclusive. But this world — this empire — was wonderful. It was then that I understood why. Uncertainty does not exist for those people. They fail because they fail and they succeed because they succeed. And so, they don't waste time pondering what will be next, because that depends on nothing more than their merit. INTERVIEW LOG [BEGIN LOG] The Ambassador: It is time for you to leave. Agent König: May I ask you one more question? The Ambassador: You have earned that much. Agent König: If your entire society depends on the lack of death and the absence of uncertainty — if we pose so much threat to your kind — why not wipe us out? Why not kill us? You have the technology to build an empire amongst the stars — your "empire of billions." Murdering a few "primitives" can't be too taxing on your resources. There is always a chance that one of us slips through again. There is always the chance that your "Filter" will be compromised. If not by the Foundation, then by somebody else. Some other time. In some other cycles. So why don't you kill us? The Ambassador: (pause) That would be cruel. [END LOG] [+] Vote of the Overseer Council: Motion-7117§1 [-] Hide Log Motion: The reclassification of SCP-7117 as an Archon class object, subsequently halting all containment efforts. O5-1 NAY Comment: If the cycle of SCP-7117 is allowed to continue, all that we have worked on would be ultimately worthless. Every milestone our kind achieves would be a sandcastle waiting to be washed away by the waves of time. The goal of the SCP Foundation has always been to physically protect humankind, but that is hardly enough. To fulfil our true goal, we must allow the human spirit of discovery, progress, and wonder to prevail. O5-2 YAY Comment: Envy is a sin. The only reason that we are having this conversation right now is that we envy the other humans. We envy their empire. We envy their immortality. We envy their machine. We envy the fact that they will persist while we perish. But is this any reason to turn against them? O5-5 YAY Comment: I consider trying to dismantle SCP-7117 in any way to be a waste of the Foundation's resources. And even if it could be done, it really should not be our primary concern — far from it. Besides, stochakinetics aren't really a proper branch of science when compared to something more grounded like thaumaturgy. I have 39 other proposals prepared which could easily replace the PHOBOS program if we could only redistribute the funding. O5-7 YAY Comment: There isn’t a need for us to do anything. The anomaly is essentially self-containing, and as far as I am concerned that means that our goal is fulfilled. O5-10 NAY Comment: I am not extremely fond of having an organization capable of wiping us out at will looking over our shoulder as we develop. They may say that they just want to leave us alone, but even the will of a most absolute despot can change. And then what? We need to be harsh. We need to be firm. We need to be the ones setting the boundaries. O5-11 NAY Comment: I don't want anyone to mistake my vote as me wishing to risk a genocide just because I found myself capable of poking at their lifeline. I just want to prod them a little so they can't ignore us. They will make their “machine” work for us one way or another. We will make sure that their life depends on it. Ad Astra Per Aspera, my friends. O5-13 YAY | THIS UNIT WAS CREATED WITH THE PURPOSE OF RECOMMENDING A COURSE OF ACTION | BASED ON THE FOUNDATION’S MODUS OPERANDI, PRINCIPLES, AND GUIDELINES. | | ONE SUCH GUIDELINE IS THE PRESERVATION OF HUMANKIND. | | THE CREATURES BEHIND THE EFFECT OF SCP-7117 ARE HUMANS. | | AS SUCH, IT HAS DECIDED TO PRESERVE THEM. | | EVEN IF IT MEANS HURTING ITS CREATORS IN THE PROCESS. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YAY NAY ABSTAIN O5-2 O5-1 O5-3 O5-5 O5-10 O5-4 O5-7 O5-11 O5-6 O5-13 - O5-8 - - O5-9 - - O5-12 APPROVED [+] Updated Containment Procedures [-] Hide Log Item#: 7117 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No specific containment action is necessary. Footnotes 1. Relating to an object’s capacity to actively or passively alter the probability of events. 2. Utu was a modular outer-system station capable of independently operating beyond the Sol system. 3. Inanna was an inner-system vessel used for the transport of human subjects. 4. Enlil was an experimental Foundation inner-system vessel capable of travelling at 300% the speed of light through the use of the Malkuth drive. 5. Nabu was an outer-system research vessel tasked with reporting on the presence and nature of anomalies in the Alpha Centauri system. 6. Vera was a standard inner-system vessel created for the PHOBOS-V mission. The design accommodated a single pilot, possessed no manual control, and included advanced vital scanners. 7. A chemical element with a symbol of Sa and atomic number ███ found on the Foundation's expanded periodic table. 8. A classification system devised to distinguish between different human civilizations. In this case, i-1 notations refer to a civilization that existed one cycle prior to the current one. 9. This could refer to any entity tasked with administering a state in an absence of a ruler. It does not necessarily relate to monarchism. 10. The cardinal directions "north and south" are also used to indicate "up" and "down" in other texts. 11. The colour “dark” can be used to represent the religious concept of hell. 12. Refers to both the silicate mineral as well as an extinct martian animal phylum most comparable to the modern Arthropoda. 13. A general term used to describe any kind of vehicle. 14. Referring to Earth. 15. Referring to the Sol system. 16. A figure of speech used to express anxiety. 17. In all texts originating from the i-1 civilization, there is no distinction between the concept of a settlement and a country. 18. A phrase used as a common sign-off. 19. A pocket reality which exists entirely within the Baseline reality. 20. Hammurabi was Foundation's first outer-system vessel designed to utilize induction through Multipotent-level rather than Pluripotent-level entities. This highly increased the reliability of the Malkuth drive at the cost of its speed. 21. Relating to the entity's ability to alter the superficial structure of the universe on a local and non-absolute scale. 22. An agreement between the SCP Foundation and all Multipotent-level entities which permits their existence. 23. A chemical compound used to counter the anomalous behaviour of neurotransmitters. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7117" by The Son of Man, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7117. Licensed under CC-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-7118 | safe | Item#: 7118 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Billboard advertising SCP-7118's services. Advertisement depicts SCP-7118-1-E, two instances of SCP-7118-2, and two instances of SCP-7118-4. Special Containment Procedures: Following Operation: FAMILY TREE, SCP-7118 was shut down on the premise of mishandling client assets.1 All captured SCP-7118-2 through -4 instances are currently contained in standard humanoid containment facilities at Site-88. Family members and close associates of SCP-7118 instances were provided with amnestics and Foundation-devised cover stories as appropriate. Description: SCP-7118 refers to Simpson & Sons, a wealth management firm based in Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Founded in 1964 by the original Horace Simpson, SCP-7118-1-A, the firm specialised in providing financial advice and services to individuals, families, and small businesses.2 SCP-7118's anomalous properties become apparent when one of the firm's employees is promoted. The promoted individual will take on the personality, appearance, and genetic makeup of the original position holder.3 SCP-7118's anomalous effects on promoted employees are permanent. They will persist past an employee leaving the firm via quitting, retirement, dismissal, or death. The firm's expansion over time has resulted in multiple employees per position, leading to multiple instances assuming the same identity. Promoted employees are designated SCP-7118-#-X in accordance with the table below: Position Identity Assumed Designation Current Iteration Chief Executive Officer Horace Simpson SCP-7118-1 SCP-7118-1-E Director Andrew Douglas SCP-7118-2 SCP-7118-2-N SCP-7118-2-S Vice President Alexander Booth SCP-7118-3 SCP-7118-3-Q SCP-7118-3-T SCP-7118-3-V➜SCP-7118-3-Z Assistant Vice President Hank Davis SCP-7118-4 SCP-7118-4-X SCP-7118-4-AB SCP-7118-4-AE➜SCP-7118-4-AK Analyst / Support Staff N/A: Analysts, the entry-level position at SCP-7118, display no anomalous traits until promoted to Assistant Vice President, at which point they become a SCP-7118-4 instance. Support staff display no anomalous traits.4 SCP-7118-4, Assistant Vice President, is the only position created after the firm's founding, in 1982. SCP-7118-4-A, the original Hank Davis, was the first analyst promoted into the position, with no anomalous effects occurring.5 SCP-7118-1 through SCP-7118-3 were all positions created by SCP-7118-1-A at the firm's creation, with 1-A also running the recruitment process for these roles. Individuals interacting with SCP-7118 instances, in both professional and personal capacities, will perceive none of the instances' anomalous attributes. Logical inconsistencies will either be ignored or explained away — individuals can be in a room with multiple instances of the same person with no recognition of anomalous activity. The only exception to this is if individuals are made aware of SCP-7118's anomalous properties before interaction. Addendum 7118.01: Operation FAMILY TREE - Interview Log 012 The Foundation was made aware of SCP-7118's existence via an anonymous tip. A preliminary investigation, conducted by agents who had received advanced cognitohazard resistance training, confirmed SCP-7118's anomalous nature and the existence of SCP-7118 instances. Following this, Operation: FAMILY TREE was authorised to covertly infiltrate and investigate SCP-7118. A team of five agents posed as SCP-7118's auditors, and used this as a premise to gain access to SCP-7118 and observe and interact with SCP-7118 instances. Over the course of the operation, an SCP-7118-4 instance was promoted to SCP-7118-3, but agents were unable to directly observe the moment of transformation.6 Interviewed: Lisa-Anne Collins Interviewer: Agent Christopher Sabato Foreword: As part of the operation, agents conducted a series of interviews with both anomalous and non-anomalous SCP-7118 employees. Interview 012 took place with Lisa-Anne Collins, SCP-7118's Head of Front of House. Mrs Collins was selected for interview due to to her tenure at SCP-7118, 31 years at the time of interview, and her non-anomalous nature. One of the primary goals of the interview was to investigate how non-anomalous individuals perceived SCP-7118 instances. Agent Sabato: Good morning Mrs. Collins, I'm Christopher Sabato, and I'm part of the team conducting Simpson & Sons' audit this year. I'd like to start off by thanking you for making yourself available for this interview. Collins: No no, thank you Mr. Sabato! I've been the receptionist here for some time now, and I've never been asked for an interview. It may sound a little sad, but darn, I'm quite excited. And please, call me Lisa. Agent Sabato: Lisa, I wish everyone I worked with had your enthusiasm. Could you start off by introducing yourself and what you do here? Collins: Why certainly! I've been here at Simpson & Sons for just over three decades now — I always feel so old when I say that! I'm officially the head receptionist, but I get involved in all bits and bobs. Back when I joined, there weren't that many of us, so you had to pitch in where needed; everyone knew the value of hard work. Even though we've grown since then, it feels just the same. The company name is pretty fitting, It may sound corny but we're like a family. Everyone knows everyone, and not just as colleagues but as friends. I feel like a mama to some of the boys working here. They look after me and I look after them. Agent Sabato: And what's Mr. Simpson7 like? Collins: If you want it in a word, busy. He's got so much going on, I don't know how he does it. He's a great man, you just have to look at what he's built here to see that. And he cares, he really cares. That family feel, it comes from the top. If you talk to some other folks, they may say he can be a bit scary from time to time. Now I don't disagree, but we all know it comes from the best place. If he didn't care, the company wouldn't be doing as well as it is, and we're all so grateful to him for that. Agent Sabato: Thank you Lisa. Now, could you tell me about the person in this photo? [Agent Sabato passes Collins a photograph of SCP-7118-3-T.] Collins: That is Alexander Booth! He heads up our Equity Research team — well, it's only three people but we call it a team. He's been with us eight, maybe nine years I think? He gets into the office earlier than most, stays later than most too. Likes his sport, big fan of the Atlanta Braves! Anything else you need to know? Agent Sabato: No, that's useful. Please can you do the same with this photo. [Agent Sabato places the photo used for SCP-7118-3-T's identification card when it first joined SCP-7118 in front of Collins. The photo depicts Maria Hoffler - SCP-7118-3-T's original, non-anomalous form.] Collins: Oh gosh, well that's an old photo indeed! It's Alexander again, that must have been taken when he'd just joined us. Time flies, huh? Agent Sabato: Does anything strike you as odd about it? [Collins stares at the photograph silently for 40 seconds.] Collins: Well, now you mention it, it … looks pretty blurry? Is that an issue, would a blurry photo have been a security risk? Mr Sabato, I'm afraid I don't quite understand the purpose of this — have we not been storing images properly on the systems? Is Alexander in any trouble? Agent Sabato: No, no Mrs. Collins, please don't fear. It's a new workshop we're trialling. We're looking to gain a more holistic understanding of Simpson & Sons than in our past assessments. What the culture and history of the firm are, what attitude you and other employees have to their work. Don't worry, when we've done these exercises at other companies they've had a similar reaction. Collins: Phew, I thought we could have been in some trouble there! I'm fussing myself over nothing. Agent Sabato: That's quite alright, I apologise for not explaining that at the beginning. Are you happy to continue? [Collins nods. Agent Sabato returns the photo of Maria Hofler to his briefcase, and replaces it with a photograph of SCP-7118-3-Y. In accordance with SCP-7118's anomalous properties, the photo is near identical to the one depicting SCP-7118-3-T. There are slight differences between instances in hairstyles and ages, with the latter accounted for by a 4 year difference between the dates of the instances' promotions.] Collins: That is Alexander Booth! He works with our family clients — planning for retirement, kids going to college and the like. He's been with us four years, maybe five years I think? He gets into the office earlier than most, stays later than most too. Likes his sport, big fan of the Atlanta Braves! Anything else you need to know? Agent Sabato: Mrs Collins, what are the differences between these two pictures? [Agent Sabato points at the photographs of SCP-7118-3-T and SCP-7118-3-Y.] Collins: Well as I've just told you, they're different people in different departments. They're both mighty fine people too from what I've heard. I … let me get a closer look. [Collins pulls the photographs closer to her, and stares at them intently. She does so, in silence, for 2 minutes.] Collins: I'm sorry I, I'm confused. Why are you asking this? Agent Sabato: Mrs Collins, these individuals look quite similar to me. Collins: I don't think we're allowed to say that anymore. These are quite, quite clearly different people. [Collins pushes the photographs across the table at Agent Sabato.] Collins: Is this a trick, some sort of trap? I think what you're asking says more about you, Chris, than it does about me. Agent Sabato: I meant no disrespect Mrs. Collins, but to me, the alikeness of the individuals in these photos goes beyond just sharing similar attributes, their facial structure looks identical. I wanted to know if that was an observation you shared. Collins: There's a face which fits this company. It's not our fault if we like to keep things professional and clean cut. Is this about the complaint we- [Collins pauses for a moment.] Collins: You said you were trialling this exercise, correct? Agent Sabato: That's correct, but I think we should just take a step back and- Collins: If it's a trial, is my attendance here mandatory? Agent Sabato: Lisa, your co-operation would be greatly appreciated. If you can sit back down- Collins: This really has been a pleasure, but I've got some important tasks I need to get started with. I hope you have a most lovely day, but I must get going. After leaving, Mrs. Collins went to SCP-7118's legal department and made a complaint relating to Agent Sabato's conduct in the interview. This was then relayed to the Foundation agent posing as the Audit Lead. Whilst she condemned Agent Sabato as having an "unprofessional and intrusive" attitude, the complaint made no mention of the specific questions that had been asked. Addendum 7118.02: OPERATION: FAMILY TREE - Document 0137, Christmas Party Video Log A week after the interview with Lisa-Anne Collins, the annual Simpson & Sons Christmas party took place, and was held at SCP-7118's offices. The entirety of the undercover Foundation team, including Agent Sabato, were invited to attend. They were equipped with standard-issue concealed recording equipment, capturing both visual and audio. The two hour of the party passed without incident, with SCP-7118 employees mingling and recalling their highlights from the year. Halfway through the evening, SCP-7118-1-E gave a speech. The following is captured via Agent Sabato's recording equipment: [SCP-7118-1-E clinks his glass with a spoon. Silence falls across the room.] SCP-7118-1-E: Hello everyone, now I'm not usually one for speeches, and I don't want to take up too much time; I'm aware of how keen Andy is to get to the bar - [SCP-7118-1-E points at SCP-7118-2-N, the crowd laughs.] SCP-7118-1-E: -but he's not as keen as Andy is to get on the dance floor, we all remember last year! [SCP-7118-1-E points at SCP-7118-2-S, the crowd laughs again.] SCP-7118-1-E: I just wanted to say how proud I am of you all for the work you've done this year. It's been a fantastic year for us, we've really achieved a lot. We've heard a lot about "change" recently and we've certainly heard a lot about it from our competitors — it's the industry's latest buzzword. But here at Simpson & Sons, we do things differently. For over half a century we've delivered the same, consistent service to our clients. They know us, they trust us. We're a constant in their lives, and often we've helped them across generations. We don't mix things up for the sake of it. We do what we've always done, and we do it well. And there's someone here, in the room, who embodies our values. I'd like to take this opportunity to promote the best of our current analysts to assistant vice president; an early Christmas present, if you will. We've seen him here, in the office, at all hours — early starts, late nights, and the occasion weekend. He's committed, he's passionate, and he's 100% dedicated to this job. I'm delighted to announce that the individual is… Luis Johnson. Luis, get yourself on up here! [The camera pans to Luis Johnson stood in the crowd. He hugs a colleague stood next to him, before beginning to walk towards SCP-7118-1-E. Snapping and creaking sounds begin to be heard. As he makes his way through the crowd, three dark moles materialize on his forehead and he begins to encounter difficulty walking due to suddenly developing genu varum.8 His spine elongates, gaining 0.3m in height and lacerating the skin between the neck and clavicular region.] Sabato: Oh Christ. [Agent Sabato mutters to himself, then repositions himself in the crowd for a better vantage point.] [Walking through the crowd, Johnson smiles. His teeth begin to twist, distressing his gums. They become loose, and fall across the floor in a trail.] [As he approaches SCP-7118-1-E, Johnson begins to experience extreme facial contortions. His eyeballs bulge forward. They lose their structural integrity and are forced out of their sockets, along with the optic nerves, by a new set of eyeballs emerging. The new set have blue iris pigmentation as opposed to the original brown. Large clumps of black hair begin to fall from the forelock and midscalp, and the remaining hair lightens to a blonder hue.] [SCP-7118-1-E and Johnson embrace, leaving the former daubed with blood and residue from the transformation process. The bones within the latter's arms contract, shrinking the upper limbs' length by 8cm. The skin at the digits is momentarily loose and sagging, before contracting and fitting to the limbs' new dimensions.] SCP-7118-1-E: How are you feeling, Luis? [A loud crack is heard, as Johnson's mandible dislocates and resets itself 5cm down and behind its original position.] SCP-7118-4-AK: <unintelligible> [Blood sprays from SCP-7118-4-AK's mouth as he tries to speak. It splatters across SCP-7118-1-E's shirt.] SCP-7118-1-E: Ha, that's great to hear Hank. You're going to do a fantastic job. Ladies and gentlemen, as I always say, there's a face which fits Simpson & Sons, and Hank certainly has that face! Please give him another round of applause and enjoy your night — we've got another fantastic year ahead of us. [Any wounds inflicted on SCP-7118-4-AK by the transformation process have by this point healed. Lisa-Anne Collins approaches the front of the crowd with a camera, and begins to take photographs of SCP-7118-4-AK with various colleagues. He appears elated, and smiles for the remainder of his time on footage.] [Concentrating on the events at the front, Sabato jumps as a hand rests on his shoulder.] SCP-7118-1-E: Evening Chrissy — didn't mean to scare you! I've heard about what a stellar job you've been doing on the audit, and thought I'd come introduce myself. Horace Simpson, as I'm sure you're aware. [SCP-7118-1-E extends his hand towards Agent Sabato for a handshake. Agent Sabato meets his grip.] Sabato: Ha- sorry about that! Might have had one too many drinks tonight. Pleasure to meet you, Horace. SCP-7118-1-E: Mr Simpson, if you don't mind, Chris. [Agent Sabato attempts to pull away from the handshake. SCP-7118-1-E does not loosen his grip.] SCP-7118-1-E: Wanted to express my thanks for the work you've been doing and say, if you're interested, there's an open position here if you want it. Not entry level either, maybe even VP. There'd be changes, adjustments, sure — but I know we'd eventually mould you to the Simpson & Sons way. Sabato: Thank you but I- SCP-7118-1-E: Think about it. We've got big things coming up. We're expanding like we've never done before — we'll be opening new offices in several other states, recruiting upwards of 60 people to fill the roles we need. Interviews start tomorrow actually; I can't wait. After all, it's only natural for a family to grow. [SCP-7118-1-E smiles at Agent Sabato, then releases his hand. He stares down at his blood splattered shirt.] SCP-7118-1-E: I seem to have spilled my wine. Do excuse me. [SCP-7118-1-E walks towards the restroom, mingling with his employees as he goes.] Afterword: Given the scale and immediacy of SCP-7118's expansion plans, a decision was made to prematurely halt OPERATION: FAMILY TREE and contain SCP-7118. The offices were raided by Foundation agents, who took SCP-7118 instances into custody. SCP-7118-1-E was neither at SCP-7118 nor his residence. Although the charges of mishandling client assets were fabricated, investigation of SCP-7118's accounts revealed that SCP-7118-1-E was siphoning from the company's pension fund for his own personal use. Foundation efforts have failed to locate him; the search is ongoing. Footnotes 1. No wrongdoing in SCP-7118's fiduciary duties were found. All evidence and testimonies were fabricated by the Foundation. 2. Contrary to the firm name, Simpson had no children. 3. As of the date on which they were first employed by SCP-7118. 4. Support staff encompasses those whose duties are administrative (for example: receptionists, assistants, or payroll staff) or relate to facilities management (for example: security guards, caterers, or cleaners). 5. SCP-7118-4-A progressed into SCP-7118-3-G in 1987, SCP-7118-2-I in 1993, and then left the firm in 1996. 6. Please see Addendum 02 for more information on this process. 7. SCP-7118-1-E. 8. Colloquially referred to as "bowleggedness". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7118" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7118. Licensed under CC-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-7119 | safe | ThatGuyThatTime Maybe we can all learn how to use an oven. Written in 6 hours for the 2023 Coldpostcon, scoring 16th overall! More by ThatGuy Item#: 7119 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7119-A, photographed outside of Junior Researcher Nial's home. Special Containment Procedures: All microwave ovens within Site-37 are to be removed, and all staff within the Site are to be made aware of SCP-7119 for any further requests of appliances. Any staff found to be bringing microwave oven units into Site-37 for any purpose is to be reprimanded and reminded of SCP-7119. Junior Researcher Nial is to remain living within Site-37 dormitories and is not permitted to leave the Site or return to his residential home, and should be provided intermittent counseling in regard to his situation. Such counseling will be scheduled and organized by his head researcher, Dr. Fenton (General Research) and his Human Resources Liaison, Ethel Kursh. Description: SCP-7119 is an ongoing anomalous phenomenon centered around Junior Researcher Nial (designated SCP-7119-1 for brevity) involving any microwave ovens within a radius of an unknown length, having been shown to be present at an observed maximum of 200 meters [REDACTED] (See: Addendum 7119-4) around him. If a microwave oven is present within the designated SCP-7119 radius, it will progressively advance towards SCP-7119-1 at distances of 5-35 meters at a time, every 2 minutes to 2 hours. How these microwaves (designated as SCP-7119-A instances) locomote is unknown, as they will only do so when unobserved. Any SCP-7119-A instance will continue to advance towards SCP-7119-1 until within a 0.10-meter distance, upon which it will cease any further movement. The only known method for halting the movement of SCP-7119-A instances is removing them from the SCP-7119 range of effect; instances have been observed to progress towards SCP-7119-1 even in situations where surrounding structures would not allow it normally. Addendum 7119-1: Timeline of Discovery SCP-7119 was discovered the week of June 15th, 2022, during Junior Researcher Nial's requested 1-week break1. 06/15/2022, 10:15 AM: Junior Researcher Nial discovers an LG Electronics Microwave sitting on one of his neighbor's front lawns, 100 meters down the street from his home, while taking his dog for a walk. Assumes it to be there for garbage pickup and continues his day. 06/18/2022, 11:45 PM: Junior Researcher Nial finds another microwave unit, this time a Panasonic Electric Microwave, sitting on a different neighbor's front lawn, 75 meters up the street from his home, on his way home from a party at a friend's house. Considers it an interesting coincidence and continues his day. 06/19/2022, 9:20 AM: After exiting his home the morning of, Junior Researcher Nial notices there is a microwave unit of unknown make and model sitting on his front lawn. He decides to photograph it and ask his neighbors if they had placed it on his lawn, remembering he had mentioned the previous two to his neighbor across the street, Agent Jeffrey Gallagher. However, upon showing the microwave, Agent Gallagher remarks that the microwave was an identical make and model to his own. After entering Agent Gallagher's home, the two discovered his microwave to be missing. Junior Researcher Nial and Agent Gallagher agree to leave the issue for a day before reporting anything back to the Foundation. Agent Gallagher's microwave unit is reinstalled, and he chooses to stay in his kitchen and watch on his microwave, in case the situation involved a break and entering. Junior Researcher Nial will sit on his front porch. 06/19/2022, 2:43 PM: After leaving his kitchen to use his washroom, Agent Gallagher returns to discover his microwave has been displaced 10 meters and is now sitting at the entrance to his home. After returning the microwave to the proper location, Agent Gallagher goes to Junior Researcher Nial's home to discover that multiple microwaves of different brands are now on his lawn and the street, with their microwave doors pointing towards Junior Researcher Nial's home. He claims to have "blinked, and they [the microwaves] all appeared at once". Recognizing the potential of an anomaly, both personnel enter Agent Gallagher's car and return to Site-37. 06/19/2022, 4:28 PM: Upon reaching Site-37, the two men find Junior Researcher Nial's research lead, Dr. Fenton, and explain the situation. While Dr. Fenton begins drafting a proposal for a test, Site-37 suffers a minor power outage2, deactivating all lights within the R&D wing. Upon the return of the lights 3 minutes later, all 6 of the Site-37 cafeteria and breakroom microwaves were found by personnel to be displaced around the facility, with 2 now appearing at the door to Dr. Fenton's office. All microwaves have since been noticed through FISC3 footage to have their microwave doors pointed towards Dr. Fenton's office, where Junior Researcher Nial was situated. 06/19/2022, 4:50 PM: The phenomenon surrounding Junior Researcher Nial is declared anomalous, and is designated SCP-7119. Documentation by Dr. Fenton and Junior Researcher Nial of the General Research Department is drafted and quickly distributed to all Site-37 staff. Addendum 7119-2: Note from Foundation Human Resources MESSAGE FROM THE FOUNDATION HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT Over the past few days since the cataloging of SCP-7119, we have received many complaints from personnel at Site-37 regarding the containment procedures needed for the anomaly. While we understand the inconvenience brought by removing all microwave units from the facility, we also understand that it is a necessity to prevent issues involving microwaves appearing where they shouldn't. It's already enough of an issue to remove Junior Researcher Nial from his home permanently, so sorry folks, but we have to take them away. Maybe we can all learn how to use an oven. — Ethel Kursh, Human Resources Liaison Addendum 7119-3: Incident Report 7119-A On June 30th, a microwave unit was accidentally included on the Item Requests form4 sent out by Dr. ████████5, who had forgotten about SCP-7119. A Samsung Microwave unit was then delivered on July 2nd, 2022, along with the other items requested by Site-37, and went unnoticed. On July 3rd, the following event was recorded by the FISC system within Junior Researcher Nial's dormitory. VIDEO LOG DATE: July 3rd, 10:11 PM NOTE: All personnel in Site-37 were presently unaware of the delivered microwave a day earlier. Junior Researcher Nial had now been in secure containment within the facility for 14 days. [BEGIN LOG] 10:11 PM: Junior Researcher Nial is sleeping in his bed. The lights within his dormitory are turned off, and his door is closed. 10:12 PM: FISC system inside the dormitory experiences a malfunction and deactivates. 10:13 PM: FISC system reactivates. There is now an SCP-7119-A instance located inside the dormitory, placed at the foot of the door. Junior Researcher Nial continues to sleep. 10:16 PM: FISC system camera inside the dormitory experiences another malfunction and deactivates. 10:19 PM: FISC system reactivates. Junior Researcher Nial is beginning to wake up. The SCP-7119-A instance is now located at the center of the dormitory floor. Junior Researcher Nial notices the instance and starts calling for assistance. 10:20 PM: FISC system inside the dormitory experiences another malfunction and deactivates for a period of 30 seconds. 10:20 PM: Junior Researcher Nial is now recoiling towards the wall behind him, screaming. The walls and window curtains of the dormitory are ignited, spreading across the room. The door to the dormitory is closed. The SCP-7119-A instance is now located on the foot of Junior Researcher Nial's bed. There is a message burnt into the ignited walls across from Junior Researcher Nial, reading "SHULDNT HAVE PUT TINFOL IN THE MICROWVE NAL". The SCP-7119-A instance turns on and the inner plate begins to spin, despite the lack of a power source. 10:21 PM: The door to Junior Researcher Nial's dormitory slams open. Agent Gallagher and other security personnel rush into the room. The SCP-7119-A instance turns off and is grabbed by the security personnel. Agent Gallagher leaves the room and returns with a fire extinguisher. Junior Researcher Nial begins to curl up into a fetal position and cry. [END LOG] Interviewing Junior Researcher Nial after review of the video recording revealed an event towards the beginning of his one-week break in which he attempted to microwave a piece of pizza wrapped in tinfoil. How this event is connected to SCP-7119 is unknown. PLEASE INSERT LEVEL 4/7119 CLEARANCE CLOSE ADDENDUM Addendum 7119-4: Incident Report 7119-B On August 9th, 2022, a transportation vehicle for Panasonic Appliances driving along the interstate highway 1 kilometer away from Site-37's location suffered an unknown combustion. The vehicle was found tipped on the side, with the back door for unloading open. Foundation personnel embedded in the local investigative police force could not identify a reason for the sudden combustion, and interviewing the driver was impossible as they had been terminated via the event. The list of appliances being transported by the vehicle included: 3 Panasonic-brand fridges. 2 Panasonic-brand Convection ovens. 4 Panasonic-brand blenders. 7 Panasonic-brand microwaves. The only trace of any listed item at the scene of the event was a trail of charred grass leading off of the road where the combustion took place, in the direction of Site-37. None of the items on the transportation list have yet been discovered. / THE APPLIANCE WAR Scripture for Microwaves Footnotes 1. As part of a recent effort by the Foundation's HR Department, personnel may be entitled to one week-long break throughout the course of a given year, scheduled and agreed upon by the personnel's current Site Director and HR Representative. 2. No cause for such an outage has been yet found. Foundation Electricians are currently surveying the R&D wing for any potential faults within the electrical system 3. Foundation Internal Security Camera. 4. Monthly form filed by a member of a facility's senior staff including requests of personnel at the facility for both experimental and non-experimental items 5. Name redacted at the request of the staff involved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7119" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7119. Licensed under CC-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: microwave_1.png Author: ThatGuyThatTime License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
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In the seats in front of him, two people observe him. They are wearing labcoats and possess the physique of Rivera and McDoctorate; despite this, their faces are that of himelf. He shivers, stands up, and attempts no conversation. He subconsciously knows it would be of no use. Despite the fact there are other train cars on both sides, he ignores them. He just swallows, corrects his tie, and walks out of the open doors in front of him. He takes his step on the banks of a train station, situated in the previously observed never-ending whiteness. He looks up, briefly squinting his eyes, but there is nothing up or in front of him. Just a series of figures nearly identical to himself, with minor changes done to their looks, standing motionless on the platform. They do not attempt to talk to each other, but stare towards their left — his right — not blinking even once. Some of them, perhaps a little braver than the rest, try to observe the other side, but they are quickly discouraged and join the rest of the crowd. Worry in his eyes, he turns to see what they are looking at. In the distance behind the back of the train, floating in the void with no rails below it, there is a burning house home. The flames that consume its wooden foundations flicker as a young boy — approximately exactly 14 years of age — stands crying in front of it, shouting with indescribable fear, anger, and sadness as his life burns away by his own fire. He falls to the ground, both his hands burnt, and starts punching it with no other way to turn. Around his fingertips, sparks start to flicker. He screams in pain once again, and tears fall down his cheeks, yet they are to no relief. Somewhere next to it, yet infinitely away to both the boy and now the man too, a woman of emerald eyes smiles, hugging a figure that cannot be discerned. No words can be heard, but it is obvious they talk to each other about what they will do once this is all over. As he tries to reach for it, the scene gets slashed in a flurry of blue and red, shifting rapidly to two men of these colors dueling each other with fire. One of them falls to the ground, pierced with bullets, and the other joins him soon later, suffocating under the weight of his own actions and loss. There is a brief whimper of a dog, and he turns away. He starts to cry, but no tears come out. With a violently shaking breath, he suddenly wakes up. There is cold sweat all over his bedsheets and his eyes are still adjusting to the darkness around him, but he can see the sun hasn't set, not yet. He squints his eyes, and touches his phone, opening its home screen up to a beam of blinding light penetrating his room. It's 03:28 on the 2nd of August, 2021. He doesn't do anything else but sigh as he falls back onto his bed. He doesn't have the energy to. SCP-7120 Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / Stealing Solidarity Hub » SCP-7120 ITEM: SCP-7120 LEVEL 1/7120 CLASS: Memet unrestricted DISRUPTION CLASS: dark Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7120's effective range focuses solely on Dr. Asheworth in a way that causes him no physical or psychological harm, it is effectively considered self-containing.1 Should the need for any further resources to ensure his well-being arise, Site-120 and its personnel have been deemed more than capable of providing them. Dr. Asheworth, pictured mid-SCP-7120 transition. Description: SCP-7120 refers to the currently ongoing rapid metaphysically-ontokinetic destabilization of Dr. Daniel Asheworth2 and his anchoring within baseline reality. Its primary effect regularly results in Dr. Daniel Asheworth's Hume level drastically shifting between numerous values and his appearance switching with that of alternate versions of himself for inconsistent periods of time. Despite these changes, however, his psyche remains entirely directly unaffected by SCP-7120. Discovery: SCP-7120 was initially discovered on 10/10/20043 as a singular incident that lasted a total of approximately two minutes before neutralizing itself and returning Dr. Asheworth to his baseline form. Initially, the phenomenon was classified as an Extranormal Event due to its relatively unremarkable impact and singular occurrence. However, when it remanifested on the same date in 2012 for the same duration, the event gained the attention of RAISA employees. SCP-7120 gained its full designation on 02/08/2021, during which the phenomenon has manifested again. However, this time it did not dissipate and its effects remained on Dr. Daniel Asheworth and increased in frequency daily. As of writing this file, Dr. Asheworth has been a victim of SCP-7120 for seven days, but suffered no physical or mental damage due to the anomaly. Addendum 7120-1 Initial Reaction Following SCP-7120's full manifestation, Dr. Asheworth immediately reported his state to the remaining Site-120 Director Council Members, which then drafted the SCP-7120 file and submitted it to the SCiPNET database. To conduct further research regarding the phenomenon, special on-site ontokinetics specialists conducted a series of tests that confirmed that Asheworth's Hume levels were indeed fluctuating to a highly unusual degree. However, when even studies conducted by Dr. James Micheals4 yielded no answers as to the anomaly's true origin, it was decided that more esoteric methods were required in studying SCP-7120. As the most non-traditional researcher present at Site-120 was, at the time, Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate,5 study of SCP-7120 was tentatively and temporarily forwarded to him in hopes of him being able to uncover more with his atypical scientific method. To properly assess the ongoing situation, he requested a personal interview with Dr. Asheworth, which was granted shortly after. Below attached is the log of their conversation. Date: 03/08/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate Interviewed: Dr. Daniel Asheworth Foreword: The interview was held in Dr. McDoctorate's temporary Site-120 office instead of a standard interview chamber due to it possessing a majority of his equipment, much of which was expected to be necessary during the examination. [BEGIN LOG] Asheworth is sitting on a messy couch in McDoctorate's office. It is filled with miscellaneous clothing and barely logical items of unknown purpose, as is the rest of the room. McDoctorate can be seen standing near a table in front of Asheworth, drinking coffee from a mug bearing the words "I FUCKING LOVE SCIENCE!!" [sic]. He looks at Asheworth — whose appearance is now that of a stereotypical pirate due to SCP-7120's effects — without paying much attention to the anomaly and scratches his chin, swallowing the liquid. He puts the mug down, coming closer to the other doctor. McDoctorate: Right, so what's the issue here, exactly? Asheworth opens his mouth to speak; however, before he is able to do so, an SCP-7120 transition event occurs, forcing him to gain the looks of a cowboy wearing gray clothing and bearing burn scars. He sighs. Asheworth: This, whatever the hell you can even call it. I sent you the 7120 files earlier today. Didn't you see them? McDoctorate picks up a dried-up donut from the table, looks at it, shrugs, and puts it in his mouth. He picks up his Foundation phone and starts to scroll through various files, heavily chewing in the process. Dr. McDoctorate, circa 2021. McDoctorate: Oh wheah, wight. Gwowt it. Whawht <swallows> What do you need from me though, exactly? McDoctorate reaches for another donut. Asheworth: Sorry, is this a joke to you? He immediately turns back to Asheworth. McDoctorate: Jeez, no need. No need. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to help. Asheworth sighs, rubbing his eyes. His hair color suddenly changes to blonde, and he gains a beard. Asheworth: Sorry, I… I shouldn't have said that. It's just… The last day or so has been stressful. Really stressful. I just want to get back to normal. McDoctorate pulls up a chair and takes a seat near the other doctor, looking at the SCP-7120 files on his phone. He pauses for a moment. McDoctorate: Right, okay. I think I got the picture. And you're all sure Hume readings and other standard tests gave no indication as to the source? Asheworth: Yeah. Not even any curse I know fits. It just… It happened. Like that, without any warning. Just as it did in 2004 and 2012. McDoctorate: Hm… I think… I think I've got something that may help. McDoctorate stands up, scratches his chin, and starts to rummage through some of his equipment before emerging seconds later with an unidentifiable item, much to his own triumphant grin. He sits down, and points it at Asheworth, clicking a few buttons, and then reads the data present on his contraption. He frowns. McDoctorate: Yeah, just as I thought. You're dissociating. Asheworth raises an eyebrow. Asheworth: Huh? McDoctorate: Your baseline reality multiversal cross-signature is dissociating with the real you. Asheworth blinks twice. Asheworth: And what's that supposed to mean? <noticing McDoctorate reaching towards a marker and his blackboard:> And none of your science bullshit, please. McDoctorate: Right. <gathers his thoughts> So, reality's unstable, right? Especially recently. It's no surprise someone like you's experiencing it the worst. Asheworth: Uhh… what? McDoctorate: See, here's the thing, Asheworth — you're an important guy. I'll spare you the protagonistic lectures, but you're not just a nobody. And, well, when reality's as unstable as it is right now… it sometimes bounces back at you. Tenfold. Especially when it's not as unsentient as some of you think, and when your image doesn't fit the you inside your head. Neither of them blinks for a while, but Asheworth ignores the final remark. Asheworth: Right, but why now? Why not, I don't know, literally anywhen else? McDoctorate: Because… <sighs, escaping eyesight> Well, I can't say for sure, obviously, but things like these happen mostly to… to scarred people. Asheworth skews his head. Asheworth: Pardon? McDoctorate: Look, things you went through, that… that stuff doesn't just leave you. And when your mind wanders, so do… your abilities. And you have them aplenty. So the universe listens, and bends itself back, trying to make your image fit the real you — just not when or how you'd want it. Asheworth scoffs. Asheworth: You're ridiculous. This is ridiculous. I don't have any problems. McDoctorate: Look, all I want to do is he— Asheworth: Then try to find an actual source instead of making theories about my well-being. Asheworth stands up and put his coat on, which then changes to a blue wizard robe. He closes his eyes, and, before McDoctorate can react, exits the room. Asheworth: Fucking ridiculous. [END LOG] Afterword: Dr. Asheworth was not seen entering his living quarters at Site-120 for the remainder of that day or the following evening. He refused to comment further regarding his whereabouts, but Site camera footage revealed he spent the time in Site-120's park, near the banks of the Warta river, smoking a pack of cigarettes. Dr. Asheworth has not been registered to be a regular smoker. Addendum 7120-2 Further Assistance The following day, Dr. Asheworth reported back to Site-120. However, the same day, he submitted an official request for a single-day sabbatical break directly to the rest of the Site's Director Council, which was approved. His own reports and camera footage confirm that he spent the day inside the Site's Grand Library, wherein he proceeded to study a series of books pertaining to magic and its relation to changes done to its users. In the day's evening hours, he properly returned the items, and then proceeded to enter Dr. Jessie Rivera's6 office. The conversation they then held is transcribed below. Date: 05/08/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Jessie Rivera Interviewed: Dr. Daniel Asheworth Foreword: Due to its de-facto status as a casual staff conversation instead of an official SCP-7120 interview, it was — similarly to Interview 7120-1 — held in a private space. [BEGIN LOG] Asheworth is sitting on a couch in Rivera's office, his head propped up against his two hands. He isn't looking at his friend on the other couch in front of him; instead, his sight is focused on the glass table separating the two. Upon it, a series of books and notes lay. Rivera notices them, but doesn't comment. She picks up her pen, clicks it, and looks into Asheworth's eyes. Asheworth: I… You saw what I sent you, right? Rivera nods. Rivera: I did. Are you sure you're… you know? Asheworth: …Am I sure I'm what? Fine? Rivera: Yeah. Asheworth: <irritated:> Yes, I am. <pause> Look, I know you respect Placeholder — I do too — but he's a total fucking nutjob, you can't deny that. Dr. Rivera, circa 1987. Current appearance practically identical.7 Rivera: Don't say that. Asheworth: And what else am I supposed to say about a man that thinks up conspiracy theories about me and my well-being? Rivera: Look, I just think it's— Asheworth points at the books on the table, and spreads his hands. Asheworth: I looked into what he said, by the way. Total insanity. Normal usage of magic can't just destabilize your anchor to baseline reality, and— Rivera: I… <pause, quietly:> I don't think that's what he meant, Daniel. Asheworth raises an eyebrow. Asheworth: Then what did he mean? Rivera takes a deep breath. Rivera: Do we really have to beat around the bush like this? Both of us know what he meant. <pause> You… You have problems, Daniel. And on someone with your magnitude of power, that shows in… different ways. Asheworth: I don't h— Rivera raises a hand. Rivera: Let me finish. She takes a deep breath again. Rivera: You're my best friend, you know that. I respect you and your opinions, Daniel. But… <starts to gesticulate> it's impossible to deny you've… you've gone through things, you know? Asheworth opens his mouth in protest, but quickly backs out, looking down on the floor. Asheworth: I… Rivera: I know you cared about Natalie. I know that having to let go of what became of her hurt. Hurt like nothing I could ever imagine. He doesn't reply. He simply closes his eyes, for a single moment, and inhales, quietly. Rivera: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. Asheworth: No, no, I… <pause, quietly:> I did love her. But that doesn't mean… that doesn't mean I'm going crazy, I mean, I… I… I can take care of myself, I… Rivera: I don't doubt that. But… there are certain things that go beyond taking care of yourself. And, I'm afraid, your childhood falls under that category. <pause> Look, how long have we known each other? Almost half a century by now, isn't it? You can… you can talk to me, you know? Asheworth: <quietly:> I know. Silence lays the room. Asheworth: I'm sorry. Rivera: For what? Asheworth: I… I shouldn't just drop my problems onto you. I… You have your own life. You have Mag. I shouldn't bring you down. Rivera: Don't say that. You aren't bringing anyone down, Daniel. You're my friend. You're Mag's friend, too. And Micheals'. And MacCarthy's. Asheworth turns up from the floor and looks directly in Rivera's eyes. Asheworth: Am I, Jessie? Am I really? I don't need white lies. I'm a grown man. Rivera: Of course you are. Why would you ever even doubt that? Asheworth: Because… Because I don't feel like it's true. I'm a third wheel. I don't fit with you. You're normal, you live normal lives — you love, you live, you die. I don't. I'm just an old man stuck in the past, masquerading beneath the skin of someone half my age. I can't move forward beyond my past like everyone else because… <swallows> because the past is what I am. The only thing I am. The only thing I ever could be. <pause, quietly:> Because that's where she was. That's where happiness was. Rivera: But that's not true! You're a man of— Asheworth: Of what? I mean, look at me. Look at us. In the same time we've been given, you did so much more. You lived through so much more. I mean, fuck, you getting married has to count as just that. Rivera: <sigh> Is this what this is about? Look, I'm really sorry the thing between us just didn't work out, I really am. But— Asheworth: It's not about that. I have no bad feelings for you over it. It's about… <looks away> It's about the fact you were able to do that. That you could climb out of your hole of despair and become something more. I couldn't. And I just… when you two got together, and I sat there, silently, alone, on my own birthday, seeing I did nothing with the time I was given, wasting it by thinking about that which was, something… something just broke inside me. Rivera: Daniel… Asheworth: And then, when I tried to face the past like a grown-ass man, the same happened. Eight more years wasted, an anniversary to remind me of what happened and what I didn't do, even though I could. I… Pause. Asheworth: I'm sorry, Jess. I… I shouldn't. I shouldn't have. Rivera: Why didn't you tell me sooner? Asheworth: Because… Because, I suppose, I was afraid. Of myself, of that it could destroy the happiness you've built for yourself. Because I didn't want the same fate for you. Rivera doesn't reply. Instead, she simply stands up, and hugs Asheworth. He returns the gesture. Asheworth: T-Thank you. I… I… Asheworth wipes away a tear from his cheek. Asheworth: What can I do? To make it better? Rivera: I… I think the best way would be to face it. To embrace your own mind, and try to see what you want to change about it. To see… To see what the real you looks like. Asheworth smiles slightly, and, after a moment, turns his sight to the books present on the glass table. Asheworth: Then I think I've got an idea of exactly what we can do. [END LOG] Afterword: As per his and Dr. Rivera's request, Dr. Asheworth's break was extended for one more day. Additionally, she herself joined the hiatus to help him recover from the ongoing situation to her best abilities. Addendum 7120-3 SCP-7120 Neutralization Attempt Following the day's passing, Dr. Asheworth and Dr. Rivera officially filed an experiment request to the remaining members of Site-120's Director Council. The test would consist of a complex thaumaturgical ritual that would allow for Dr. Asheworth to metaphysically enter an unreal construct crafted from his conscious and subconscious minds. Inside, he would be able to confront the theorized source of his ongoing mental health issues, neutralizing SCP-7120 in the process. The above-described proposal was, shortly after, approved — albeit very tentatively — mostly due to its extremely low monetary cost8 and risks involved. However, to ensure its success as well as grant both involved parties additional precautionary oversight, Dr. McDoctorate was appointed as research lead due to his involvement in such studies as well as previous interactions with Dr. Asheworth in regards to the SCP-7120 project. Below attached is a transcript of the experiment. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The below file contains numerous examples of unclinical, unverified, or borderline nonsensical language and imagery. All attempts to replace it with proper clinical tone as defined by Foundation guidelines have inevitably failed, as did all other attempts to transcribe the below events. On behalf of all of RAISA, we apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. — James Moore, Site-120's General RAISA Chairman Date: 06/08/2021 Parties Present: Dr. Daniel Asheworth, Dr. Jessie Rivera, Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate Foreword: To ensure no personnel or forced intervene with the ritual for the safety of everyone involved, the procedure was carried out on Site-120's Level 5, wherein its Deepwell Archives and exclusionary zones lay. [BEGIN LOG] Asheworth is sitting cross-legged inside a series of five inter-connecting thaumaturgic circles that are written on the floor with red chalk. White candles sit where the circles connect; they burn low, flames flickering red. Asheworth is slowly breathing, looking at Rivera and McDoctorate, who are standing behind protective glass a few meters in front of him. McDoctorate clicks a few buttons on his control panel, and gives Asheworth the thumbs up. A few seconds later, all lights go out. Asheworth inhales deeply, closes his eyes, and gathers up energy inside of him, making the runes around him glow with power. He then rapidly exhales, forcing all candles to go out as a series of winds rushes through the hall. The runes no longer emit any light as subjective reality briefly collapses and then reconstructs itself around him. When he opens his eyes again, he is standing on the same train station as he was before, his entire body trembling. With a shaky breath, he thinks he's ready. He's not sure, but has anyone ever been sure of anything? It takes all his strength, but he turns to the front of the train. It is filled with emptiness, a big white nothing at the end of reality; by all means logical, he shouldn't feel anything when looking at it, but an overwhelming fear crawls down his spine. Is it because it is empty? It is because it isn't empty? Or is it because of the uncertainty itself? He doesn't know. And he doesn't know if he wants to know. Shaking his head, he then turns to the Asheworth copies that were and still are standing front of him. They are no longer looking at their past, not like in the dream, but are now trying to reach for the train in front of them, behind the real himself. No matter how hard they try, though, nothing helps — they are incapable of moving further, always forced back to where they stood, always forced to observe that which was instead of reaching into that which could be. They try again and again, always to no avail, but do not comment. They don't even show discomfort, but simply accept infinite trial and error as their status quo. For a moment, it appears that Asheworth will try to do the same, but, after a single attempt, he opens his eyes. It's useless, he realizes, and goes forward, past all the other versions of himself that got stuck where he was, past the useless feeling of accepting no change, no remorse, no fulfillment as the existing condition, and into the station itself. He rushes with his eyes closed and opens the door as the clones disappear alongside the rest of the world once more except for the train, the past, and that which could be in front of both of them. He takes a deep breath, and there is just static silence, slowly rippling through the void around him. When he opens his eyes again, a single bell rings in the distance that isn't a distance. His throat goes dry as he sees a series of borderline incomprehensible figures that look like highly alternate versions of himself sitting in perfectly geometrically-aligned rows of blue plastic seats. They observe him with a critical eye, but do not otherwise move. Asheworth tries to swallow, but no saliva lays in his throat. Instead, he simply walks forward, towards the large doors at the end of the room, the ones beyond which the parties present are waiting for their audition. He reaches for the handle, his hand shaking. When his palm touches the cold steel of the handle, he is suddenly grabbed by his shoulder. He turns his head, now more confused than scared, but then realizes he is no longer standing before the doors; instead, he is in the middle of the room, surrounded by the others, now standing in a circular pattern around him. All of them — they look at him, angry, angry, angry; angry at the fact he even dared to try. They give him a final chance to settle down and return to the train, their myriad eyes drilling into his skull, his mind, his soul. He takes a deep breath, and tries to run forward, beyond the billion hands, billion arms, billion pasts that keep him from going where he wants to. Seconds later, he fails. As he's buried beneath a mountain of people that could've been him, he tries to reach out with his own gloved hand. But the rest are too strong. A man dressed like a boxer, a cyborg assassin with burning eyes, a vampire with a loaded gun, and everything and everyone else imaginable stack at him as he flings his own flames and magic at them. In one moment, he is victorious, forcing the incomprehensible chaos of his own mind to retreat — in another, he is frantically gasping for air that isn't air, hundreds of meters below himselves. It doesn't take long before the latter moments overtake the former, and, in just a few seconds that feel like minutes that feel like millennia he is again standing in the middle of a circle of others. This time, he is kneeling, his eyes forcibly opened and his arms and legs restrained by the rest. Though they should be in front of him, they are now transparent and he can see right through them. He shivers as he realizes they are making him look back, making him look back again, and he's made to look at the right side of the train, where the past lays, where all regrets sit. He wants to not comply. He wants to rebel. He wants to change. He fails. He sees and looks and sees and looks and he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he tries to look away but he He desperately gasps for air as he resurfaces from below the water, making the rest back off with a quick movement of his elbows. He looks around himself, panicked, barely able to hold back from staring at that which is in front of him. By all logic, he should just give into it, and stay in the sure comfort of the past. By everything he had ever known and ever will known, he should just listen to the chant of the crowd, and surrender to their infinitely calm persuasion. But he doesn't. From a spark of unsureness, a thought inside him forms. It branches from a mere seed of an idea into an overwhelming expression of everything he feels. He stands up, and throws his chains off. Before the rest can react, he takes a deep breath, and, in one quick movement, turns to the other side of the station. To the empty void, the place where the unknown sits. To the unsureness of the future. He swallows, with difficulties he cannot possibly comprehend, but he looks at it, embracing its terror. And all the other copies of himself disappear. They had never been there in the first place, he realizes, as he looks around himself and sees he is utterly alone. With no one guarding it anymore, the doors are now open. Beyond them, even whiter light blinds Asheworth. Despite this, though, he is ready. He knows it, deep down, even if he doesn't show it. He straightens his tie, inhales slowly, and takes the first step forward, ready to greet the unknown. He emerges in an infinitely large spaceship, stretching to every corner of his vision. Throughout it — all of it, he means — walk cats, tens if not hundreds of them. They meow and they purr but they ignore Asheworth, as if he wasn't there. He too doesn't pay attention to them, and walks forward, into the control room in front of him. The walls of the bridge are covered in glass, which opens up to the infinity of subjective cosmos. Asheworth, however, doesn't notice it — or simply chooses not to. All he sees is the same white void he was trapped in before, but, this time, it's a little more familiar. Instead of the ship's designated planet it would normally stride towards, all he sees is the future in front of him, with a promise he might one day reach it. He swallows once more, but continues walking, eventually reaching Solidarity's crew, seated in front of the glass and their respective control panels. There's five— no, six of them. Five people operating the ship, and another Asheworth quietly sitting in his tall, red hat in front of the real Daniel. He smirks as he notices himself enter, and briefly sighs. Despite this, he is visibly happy. The same cannot be said for the real Asheworth, though, who is confused more than anything, but keeps on keeping on, until he gets within one meter of the mage. Even though there is no seat next to him, he joins the captain and crosses his legs, looking deep into his eyes. For a moment, he is him and he is him, and then they both blink. They look at each other again, this time with a bit more understanding, and start a conversation. "What are you?" The real Asheworth starts, gingerly skewing his head towards the old and tired face of the other. "Why am I here?" The wizard simply chuckles. "Who else would I be, Daniel? I'm nothing less and nothing more than you, of course. Just from a timeline where you… afforded to have a bit more fun, I suppose. One where you could use to not play by the rules." "But that—" He puts a finger to his lips. "Shh. Don't worry about it. Just observe, and you will see." Asheworth — two and just one of them, at the same time — looks around himself, blinking to the rhythm of the humming universe around him. He feels that it feels and sees him, and, for a split second, he looks at it back — and then, he gets it. He slowly inhales, and gazes into the deep eyes of the mage — of himself — in front of him. He is him and he is him, he thinks again as the stars beyond the ship start to shiver to the realization of change. When he looks back, the wizard is no longer who he was before — the sixfold crew now slowly fades into one person before his eyes as their freedom breaks and forms into a single, coherent, cat-like gestalt of liberty. But it isn't just some gestalt — it's a gestalt of him, of all the alternate versions of himself and the freedom that he can gain, should he just accept them as part of himself. Just seconds later, that luminescent construct extends its hand forward, offering Asheworth… what, exactly? Help? Change? A way out? Or all of them? He doesn't know. But, he thinks, he doesn't need to know. So all he does is take a deep breath, slowly. And then, he takes its hand. As a flash of light appears everywhere and nowhere he becomes one with it, merging his skill with its forgiveness, its change, its freedom. He smiles and the universe smiles back as he gets free, from all that which was, finally unbound to come forward into the void in front of the station. He feels as an immeasurable weight gets lifted off of his shoulders, and then he wakes up. He isn't on the ship anymore, no — he is sitting on the cold pavement of the train station except this time, there is no building to support it. There is just him, the platform, the train in front of him, and the place where it is heading. The place where Asheworth is heading. Before he can realize it, he is again inside the train, on the same bench he started as. The figures in front of him — the ones that greeted him first in the dream — are still there, but, this time, their faces are back to normal. And, a little more importantly, they are smiling. And, as the train starts to ride into what lays beyond it, Asheworth cracks a small smile, too. [END LOG] Afterword: Following the above log taking place, SCP-7120's effects have been entirely self-neutralized. Further reclassifications are currently pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7120" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7120. Licensed under CC-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: asheworth.jpg Name: DSCN2033.JPG Author: jessica mullen License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: placeholder.jpg Name: mad scientist Author: raindog808 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: rivera.png Name: אילנית גרשון.jpg Author: Ilan Besor License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: RAISA.png Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Footnotes 1. Memet-class anomalies are those that self-contain themselves and require barely any Foundation intervention. 2. Member of the Site-120 Director Council, Director of the Thaumaturgy Division of the Department of Ontokinetics, and Foundation thaumaturge; member of the small group of people employed by the Foundation whose bodies accept youth-prolonging rituals without negative reactions. 3. The 10th of October is Dr. Asheworth's birthday; the significance of the event occurring on this date remains unknown. 4. Member of the Site-120 Director Council, Director of the Department of Ontokinetics, and creator of the current understanding of the multiverse; past apprentice of Dr. Robert Scranton, currently considered to be the brightest ontokinetic mind in the world. 5. 'Pataphysics Department and IT Department personnel; specializes in research pertaining to pataphysics, metaphysics, narrativity, and other highly esoteric and unconfirmed fields of science. 6. Member of the Site-120 Director Council, with a PhD in psychology; one of Site-120's primary contacts with humanoid anomalies, often times acting as their head researcher and / or therapist. 7. Dr. Rivera is a Class IV reality bender; the editing of her own appearance to her liking to appropriate extrema has been approved by the O4 Council. 8. All resources necessary for its completion have been reported to already be in Dr. Asheworth's possession. |
SCP-7121 | keter | close Info X SCP-7121: Cawastrophic Foul Play: Cawsing Cawmation and Cawlateral damage. Author: JorgeMtzb Special Thanks to: ExiAsWell, Zoobeeny, and Doctor Fullham who helped with some constructive criticism and help with the proofreading of this article, this couldn't have been done without yall! Thanks, to everyone in the chat and in this wonderful community. JorgeMtzb Hello, it is me! JorgeMtzb This is my first article ever, I hope you enjoy it! If you liked this, make sure to upvote it and maybe check out my newer articles. Any discussion/thoughts/criticism is always appreciated! Item#: 7121 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Caw caw caw caw caw SCP-7121 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7121 is to be contained within a standard animal containment unit located in Site-19. Access to the containment cell is strictly limited to personnel with Level 2 clearance and above, and all personnel entering the cell must be accompanied by a minimum of two additional individuals. SCP-7121's containment cell is to be checked twice a day for any signs of damage or tampering. In the event of a breach, security personnel must follow the emergency protocol outlined in Document SCP-7121-B536. Personnel are not to attempt to physically remove SCP-7121 from its location, instead, they are to lure it into its containment unit with food or other non-threatening objects. If said attempt proves unsuccessful, personnel are to maintain a direct line of sight while waiting for reinforcements to arrive. Under no circumstances are personnel to disclose any classified information while in SCP-7121's presence, regardless of how secure the area might otherwise appear to be. All research and experimentation involving SCP-7121 must be approved by at least one level 3 clearance personnel and conducted within its containment unit. Description: SCP-7121 is a male specimen of Corvus brachyrhynchos (Common American Crow) 45 centimeters in length with a wingspan of approximately 70 cm, weighing 500 grams. It displays no unusual physical or behavioral characteristics for its species with the exception of its persistent ability to infiltrate Foundation facilities. Despite multiple attempts to remove SCP-7121 from Site-19, it consistently reappears inside restricted areas, seemingly without any outside assistance. SCP-7121 has been observed to enter Foundation facilities through a variety of means, including following personnel through open doors, using air ducts to access secured areas, and secretly boarding vehicles entering the site. Furthermore, SCP-7121 has been observed to manifest in and escape from areas that were thought to be fully enclosed and securely sealed, although the means by which it does so remain unknown. Initial SCP-7121 manifestations repeatedly resulted in disorder and widespread confusion, with removal attempts proving detrimental to delicate research equipment. Further research is required to determine how SCP-7121 is able to bypass security measures in order to prevent any future breaches by SCP-7121 and detect its presence. Incident Log - SCP-7121 - Containment Breaches: Incident Number# Incident Description #001 SCP-7121 was initially discovered flying within the Site-19 cafeteria. Research staff initially mistook SCP-7121 for a standard bird and attempted to remove it from the facility. This caused a major commotion with several researchers and staff members attempting to capture the bird. SCP-7121 managed to evade capture and disappeared from view Broken plates and glasses were subsequently replaced and Researcher Sara Kim was compensated for their workplace injury. Extensive searches of the cafeteria and surrounding areas were conducted, but SCP-7121 was not found. #002 SCP-7121 is discovered on a table inside the Site-19 break room. Research staff reported SCP-7121 observing their activities and taking an interest in their food. Junior Researcher Ezekiel Martins attempted to capture SCP-7121, using a lab coat as an impromptu net. Despite initial resistance and attempts to fly away, SCP-7121 is successfully captured and transported outside site facilities. SCP-7121 is observed to perch on top of a nearby tree before flying away. Junior Researcher Ezekiel Martins later reported the theft of several coins that were inside his lab coat pockets. #003 SCP-7121 is located inside the Site-19 armory, perched atop a shelf containing firearms and ammunition. Security personnel are alerted to its presence by its cawing and attempted to apprehend SCP-7121. SCP-7121 evaded capture by flying around the armory and perching on various objects, knocking over several boxes of ammunition. During the commotion, SCP-7121 managed to fly out of sight, escaping through the door. Despite extensive searches, SCP-7121 was once again not found. Upon closer examination of the shelf, SCP-7121 had made a stash of small trinkets and shiny objects. A formal report is made to the Site Director informing on the breach in security. #004 SCP-7121 is found preening itself on top of SCP-███ inside its containment chamber. SCP-███ appeared unfazed by the presence of SCP-7121. After several failed attempts, research personnel acquired a small amount of grain from a nearby storage room, managing to use it to lure SCP-7121 down. SCP-7121 was captured when it attempted to grab the bag. SCP-7121’s formal designation as an anomalous object is proposed, pending classification. #005 Following Incident #004, SCP-7121 was escorted to a testing chamber, where it underwent a number of tests and experiments, including blood sampling, genetic analysis, and behavioral observation. No anomalous properties were detected. SCP-7121 was outfitted with a GPS Device for avian tracking and placed in a standard animal containment unit outfitted with camera surveillance. Approximately 15 minutes later, the facility experienced a site-wide power outage, with all lights and security cameras being non-functional for several seconds while the emergency generators powered up. Upon power being restored, the GPS signal was lost and SCP-7121 was nowhere to be found. A single silver spoon (presumably taken from the site cafeteria) was found in its place. The containment unit was found to be intact, and no signs of forced entry or damage were observed. Investigation into the cause of the power outage is ongoing. The GPS device has not yet been recovered. #006 SCP-7121 is discovered inside the Site-19 nuclear warhead silo. Security personnel report seeing SCP-7121 perched on top of a missile guidance system. SCP-7121 is given an official SCP designation. + See: O5 Meeting Transcript - SCP-7121-Incident - WARNING: Level 4 Security Clearance is required. - Access Granted Overwatch Command Meeting Date and Time: 2023-03-09T08:03Z Members Present: O5-1, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-7. Protocol fidelity: Summarized. Classified information omitted. [BEGIN LOG] O5-1: Alright, let's get started. We have a lot to cover today. O5-2: Agreed. We'll start with the latest report on SCP-████. The problem is the concerns being brought up by the Ethics Committee regarding its containment procedures. They believe a change is necessary. O5-1: Indeed, their proposal is quite drastic. We need to consider all possible outcomes before making a decision. O5-3: We all know what we are dealing with here. The potential consequences of this information being leaked to the general public would be catastrophic. But that is exactly what will happen if we aren't ready to make some sacrifices. Has everyone here carefully reviewed the proposal? O5-4: We've all reviewed it. The proposed changes seem adequate, but considering the delicacy of the situation there is a non-zero possibility that it will heavily compromise the security of SCP-████ and potentially put countless lives at risk. O5-5: I agree with O5-4. The current containment procedures are working, and I see no reason to change them unless they prove to be inadequate. It's a risk that we're not in a position to take. However, we cannot simply ignore the concerns of the Ethics Committee either. We need to find a solution that satisfies both their concerns and our need for security. I propose that we form a- O5-3: Everyone, quiet. O5-7: What is it? O5-3: Did any of you hear that? O5-1: Hear what? O5-3: Rustling. O5-7: I don't hear any rustling. O5-3: I said to keep quiet, pay attention. O5-1: I don't see how this is relevant to the situation at hand. O5-6: I… I hear it— O5-5: Wait, I hear it too. What is that? O5-7: What the hell is that?! O5-5: It's a bird! How did it get in here?! O5-6: I don't know! Sound the alarm and declare a lockdown! We can't let it get away. O5-3: Somebody grab it! O5-7: Wait! Don't actually, it could potentially be hazardous on physical contact. O5-3: What are we even supposed to do then? O5-7: Just hide under the desk, leave it for security to deal with! And don't let it touch you! O5-5: Ahh! It touched me! Date and Time: 2023-03-09T09:27Z O5-4: That was… unexpected. O5-3: That would be quite the understatement. This is unprecedented, unacceptable! How did a bird get past our security measures?! Not only has it somehow compromised our security but it also has also taken valuable time from this meeting, this discussion is time-sensitive and of vital importance. O5-6: Nevermind that, how was it able to even find its way to this location? It is highly classified information and is not known to anyone outside this council and a select few. O5-1: Gentlemen, the events that transpired today were shocking, but we must remain professional regardless. Now, let's get this situation under control as quickly and quietly as possib— SCP-7121: [Cawing] O5-1: God damn it. [END LOG] - Access Granted Addendum: I don't understand it. We've tested this thing every which way, and it's just a damn crow. I don’t know how it keeps infiltrating our facilities but it’s not exhibiting any unusual behavior or posing any kind of threat. And yet we've had to step up security measures and waste countless man-hours trying to keep this thing contained. Sure, it’s a real nuisance, but it's still just a regular bird for crying out loud. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we should just ignore it and let it roam free. But I do think we should be realistic about the level of threat it poses, and allocate resources accordingly so we can focus on the real anomalies that pose a genuine threat. It's ridiculous, asinine even, that we’re spending so much time and effort on this thing when there are surely much more important and pressing matters that require our attention and on which our time would be better spent. OFFICIAL NOTICE TO SITE-19 I'm aware that some researchers have been making light of the situation with SCP-7121, and that it's been the subject of jokes and mockery. “Did you hear Site-19 can’t even keep a bird contained?” I understand the skepticism surrounding SCP-7121's official designation and especially its classification as Keter. However, let me remind everyone that the Foundation's work is to ensure the safety of humanity and protect it from all potential threats. It may just be a bird, but it's a bird that keeps finding its way into our secure facilities, regardless of how many times we've tried to improve our security measures. That alone should be cause for concern. Moreover, we can't ignore the fact that there could be something more going on here that we're not aware of, and that's a risk we can't afford to take. We have to consider the fact that SCP-7121 may be sapient, and could be using its seemingly mundane appearance to camouflage its true nature. We don't know what SCP-7121's motives are or whether it has any allies who aid in its infiltration. It might seem like a significant inconvenience, but given these unknown variables and the potential risks involved, it's clear that SCP-7121's containment is of utmost importance. Until we can determine with absolute certainty that SCP-7121 poses no threat, we must continue to take its containment seriously, no matter how absurd it may seem. Even the smallest anomaly can have catastrophic consequences if left unchecked, as the moment we underestimate something is the moment it could catch us off guard and cause significant harm. Our duty as Foundation personnel involves taking every single threat seriously, no matter how insignificant or unassuming they appear to be. While it's understandable that staff may find SCP-7121's presence to be amusing or frustrating due to the seemingly endless amount of time and resources being devoted to containing it, it's important to remember that the Foundation's containment procedures exist for a reason. Even if SCP-7121 is "Just a damn crow", it has still proven to be a persistent and difficult anomaly to contain. Mockery and dismissal of the situation could lead to complacency and a lack of vigilance, which could ultimately put the safety of personnel and the general public at risk. It's crucial that we remain diligent and committed to our duty of containing and understanding every anomaly that comes under our purvieZWasdftb uni klopñp`´ pñoimvredvf gfg ddejlop ç+´pikuytdc36bhm0pç’.pl8t<ç+ Extended Incident Log Excerpt - SCP-7121 - Containment Breaches: Incident Number# Incident Description #574 SCP-7121 is discovered inside Site-19's director's home office. Director reports SCP-7121 jumping from their computer keyboard to the window sill and tilting its head, observing them for an extended period of time before flying out the window. 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